Incest/Taboo Vacation Intervention

I got free a day early and headed for the beach. I knew I was walking into a maelstrom, but it was the beach. Mandy and I text all the time, so I knew that mom had a problem and that it was becoming a family problem.

Mom was drunk every night, dad slept on the couch. Mandy couldn't sleep watching her family disintegrate. Sounds like a great beach vacation, huh. Well, it gets weirder.

Drunk mom texts. Very inappropriately. I should be offended but I have a secret. I think my mother is hot. Not a big secret, lots of guys admire their mother's beauty, but I'm part of that subset who wants to see their mother naked, masturbating, getting fucked, and yes, fucking my mother. I've had these feelings for years. I just assumed it was normal and I ignored them, except for trying to peek at mom and occasionally stealing her thong panties from the laundry. I never tried anything because she and dad fucked up a storm at every opportunity and to her, I was just her son. No big deal, I've had my share of girlfriends, girlfriend's moms, and a few random hookups. Youth is not wasted on this youth.

Mom's texts', however, have changed that. She tells me how horny she is. How dad won't fuck her. How it's his fault she's horny. Now, nothing about how she drinks so much he's turned off and how she flails around in bed, hitting him and he's sleeping on the tiny couch in the rental. Dad's texts, all supportive, can't wait to see you, etc. Nothing about mom. I guess he figures it's his problem.

Mom's text last night, however, was a real eye-opener.

"Can't wait to see my big son. I miss my boy. The beach is fun. I want to show you my new bikini, just like the ones on your college girls. I'd get you a speedo, but you wouldn't wear it for me, I'm sure."

What the fuck was that all about? She said college girls, I knew what she meant. I had pics from last spring break and all the girls had thong or g-string suits. A speedo? My mom wants me in a speedo? Well, drunk mom does. I don't think sober mom will like that idea at all.

I parked my Jeep on the street, the driveway only had room for one car. I got out, threw my duffle over my shoulder, and headed for the house. Stoic dad, sister worried sick, mom with two personalities and a drinking problem. Yup, gonna be a real fun vacation.

The front door made a noise as I entered. I was looking into the kitchen, at the far end of the living room. A large island filled the center of the room. Mom, on the far side facing the other counter, making a cup of coffee, dad and Mandy, backs to me, at the island. Dad's hand moving up to his coffee cup and Mandy's tee fluttering, no lines. My eyes went right to my sister's ass.

When did my sister grow up? I stood in silence and watched her gently sway, colliding with dad's side, the fabric of that tee shirt clinging to her firm teen ass. I left her a year ago, a child, and now, well wow.

"Hey, gang!"

Mom leaped off her stool and ran to me, nearly knocking me over. The way her long nightshirt moved I saw no lines under it, top or bottom. Her lips touched my cheek at the corner of my mouth. As she pressed herself against me, I felt hard nipples press into my chest and her legs straddling my right thigh, pressing her mom sex against me. It was a very loving mom hug, with that side-order of desire, maybe.

"Oh, baby I'm so glad to see you."

I released mom and took dad's hand.

"You're early. I'm glad. It's been a long time."

His eyes looked a little tired, but when Mandy came up to hug me, he smiled.

My sister hugged me almost as good as mom's, better since now I knew there was nothing under that thin tee shirt. A brother should not think of his sister this way.

Dad made a call and we moved to the big house. That took all morning. It didn't help that both mom and Mandy wore loose shorts and I was getting panty peeks on a regular basis. Mom wasn't being at all careful about how she moved. I followed her up the stairs to the new house, her steps a little wider than usual, allowing the legs of her shorts to billow and let me know that today was lime-green thong day. I envied that thin strip of fabric.

I drove Mandy back to the small house for another load.

"Clay, mom is drinking way too much."

"Yeah, you told me, sis."

"Dad wants to confront her. I think he's thinking about leaving."

Mandy had never even suggested that before.

"You never mentioned that."

"It's just a feeling. We go sailing every afternoon. It really de-stresses him, and I love it. He won't talk about mom, though, he's waiting for you."

As I drove, I thought. Sailing every afternoon. Sun, warmth, sis in a tiny bikini. That part I wasn't sure about. I've been gone almost a year and back then it was conservative two-pieces. Mandy stared through the windshield, thinking. I noticed that when she talked about sailing her nipples got hard, joining my cock.

Dad and I drove into town for food, beer, and rum.

"Clay, I'm sure Mandy has been keeping you up to date. Your mother has a drinking problem. I want to have a family intervention. I'm sorry to dump this on you just as you arrive for what was supposed to be a vacation, but I need your help. I want to confront your mother as a family tomorrow morning."

Dad was never a 'ease into it' kinda guy.

"Yeah, Mandy's been doing a good job, so I know all about it. I'm fine with whatever needs to be done. How's that couch?"

Dad actually smiled, "It sucks. I shared Mandy's bed one night, it was so bad."

I gave him a surprised look. He laughed.

"Your sister is worried that I'll be grumpy if I'm tired. She sleeps under the covers and me over. We don't live in the Ozarks, you know."

I laughed.

Mom had a rum punch with lunch, ignoring the scowls from her daughter. Dad was not happy and hinted that mom didn't need the drink. She laughed it off and told him to loosen up. Lunch was a little tense. Dinner was going to be epic; I could tell.

After we cleaned up from lunch, Mandy announced that we were going sailing. Mom, looking drowsy, said no way, she'd barf. She was taking a nap.

"You gonna come sailing with us, bro?"

"I'd love to sis, but leaving a day early, left me with a few things to wrap up. I've got to have a few hours to finish a paper. Tomorrow, however, I will go out and teach you to sail."

Mandy laughed and hugged me, "Teach me? You're funny, bro. Dad's been teaching me since we got here. I'm the queen of the sea now!"

I smacked her hard, young ass. I wanted to grab it, but resisted, "We'll see tomorrow. You better get more training today."

Mandy released me and grinned at dad, "Oh, I'll get plenty."

They left to go sailing and I did have a paper to finish. I took a break in a half-an-hour and thought I'd check on mom.

Her door was open about half-way. A warm breeze ruffled the sheet that covered her ass and legs. Her top was bare. She lay face down, not snoring, but definitely asleep. Mom is an older version of Mandy, a bit curvier, but still a petite, curvy woman. Her long blonde hair lay off her shoulder, her arms out to her sides. The sheet clung to her firm ass, giving me a clear pattern of her crease. I had a few hours. Did I read the sub-text of her messages correctly? Did my mother take all her clothes off to just take a nap?

Was she sending a message when she pressed her pussy into my leg greeting me?

The house didn't have air-conditioning. The coastal breezes kept things comfortable. Even so, I had taken off my shorts and tee to work. I moved into mom's room wearing only an athletic supporter. This was either a bold move or an enormous fuck-up.

She lay in the middle of the queen bed. I sat to the left of her. I ran my hand over her back, she stirred.

"MMM, that's nice son. I haven't had a back rub in a long time."

I turned slightly and put both hands to work, pressing in at her lower back, just above where the sheet covered her nice round ass and moving up and out over her shoulders and down her sides. I loved the feel of her soft skin under my fingers and the scent of herbal body wash that wafted in the air. Mom just seemed to purr.

"Clay, baby, it's so nice to get some attention. Please don't stop."

Time to push the envelope. On my next pass, running my fingers gently down her sides, I nudged the sheet lower. The edge lay just at the top of her crease. She said nothing. Two more slow passes, rubbing her back deeply on the way up and dancing my fingers along her sides, just high enough to miss the edge of her naked breast pressed into the bed.

On the next pass, I let my fingers go lower on her sides, below her waist, on her hips, just a little, and under the sheet. As I moved back to the center, I nudged the sheet. Now I could see the top of her ass. Firm, round, just the beginning of her crease. I thought I smelled excitement.

"Clay, baby. If you keep doing that, you're gonna see momma's butt."

My hands pressed into the muscles of her back as I moved them up. Nothing she had just said sounded like 'no' or 'stop', so I ignored her. Mom shifted a little and I definitely caught the scent of excitement.

Two more slow, taunting passes. Each time, touching the edge of the sheet and letting my fingers dip into the depression at the top of her butt.

On the next pass, my fingers went low on her sides again and I gently slid the sheet back until it rested at the bottom of her firm, curved ass.

"Oh, baby. You shouldn't be seeing me. You shouldn't be looking at momma's ass."

"But, momma, it's a nice ass."

Mom wiggled a little, "Your dad doesn't think so, he won't fuck it anymore."

I'd never heard mom say fuck and never heard her talk about her sex life with dad.

My hands came up off the side of her hips and moved over her mounds, dipping into the valley of her ass before moving up for another pass over her back.

"Well, mom, maybe it' because you're having a little too much wine."

"But I like my wine. It makes me feel good."

My hand glided down, skimming the side of her breasts, to her hips and up and over. Now I had a hand massaging each of her ass cheeks, my finger probing between them.

"Oh, Clay, baby. That feels so good, but it's wrong. You shouldn't be touching me like that."

Still no attempt to stop me, "You feel good momma. It feels good to touch you."

Mom caught the sheet with her foot and pulled it off her. As she settled, she spread her legs.

"My legs Clay, please massage my legs too."

I ran my hands down her right leg, "Momma, the drinking, you need to stop drinking so much."

Now I took one had on each side of her right leg. I rubbed the muscles as I very slowly moved up.

"I don't want to."

My hands passed her knee, she shifted her legs. I could see my mother's pussy, shaved, pouting, and very wet. My right index finger stopped an inch from touching her pussy.

"I want you to mom. It's good for the family."

"No Clay baby, momma likes her wine, now keep massaging me, baby."

I took my hands off my mother's body, "No momma, no more massage."

As I stood, she rolled over, she has a nice body. Her nipples her rigid, and long. The slit of her pussy shiny. Her chest red from the excitement and her face sad.

"Clay, baby, I need this. It's wrong, but it can be our secret."

Mom's eyes were glued to the bulge in my jock. The head of my uncut cock poked above the waistband.

"Show it to me son. Show me your cock."

I slipped my fingers under the waistband and shove the jockstrap down, releasing my rigid cock. Mom gasped.

"It's so beautiful baby."

Her hand moved between her legs. I watched as she massaged her soaked pussy, moaning.

"Stick it in me, baby. Please, I need my son to fuck me. I'm so horny."

I moved closer; mom opened her mouth. I put the head of my cock to her lips. She tried to take me in but I pulled back.

"Show me you can behave better momma. Then we'll see."

I turned and left, letting a string of curses bounce off my naked back.

Mom ignored me for the rest of the afternoon. Mandy and dad got back, both in a euphoric mood. A huge mood difference from the guy who said hello to me. Sis is right, dad is real unhappy with mom. Hopefully, my sick plan will have results. The idea came to me when I had my hands full of my mother's ass.

We were out of toilet paper and I volunteered to go get it. When I got back, mom still had not started on the wine. She smiled at me as I came in, showing me her empty hand.

Dinner was—interesting. Everybody seemed to be watching mom. She poured a big glass of wine. Mandy and dad scowled; mom ignored them. I had been told the routine was three big goblets of wine with dinner and then she'd get annoyingly goofy and go to bed.

One glass. She nursed it through dinner. Her hand must have reached for it a hundred times, but she stopped herself, glancing at me. At one point, Mandy and dad were talking to each other. Mom reached and stopped. She looked at me. I smiled and nodded. That seemed to give her strength. When we left the table, the glass was not empty. If dad and Mandy noticed, they didn't say. As dad and Mandy moved to the living room, I watched mom take her glass to the kitchen. Looking at me, she filled the rest of the glass with water. It still had that tint of wine, but it was heavily watered. She got my message. I smiled at her. She smiled back and seeing that Dad and Mandy couldn't see her, she lifted her tee-shirt, showing me her shaved, wet pussy. I nodded and let my tongue run over my lips.

We watched tv and mom got giddy. I knew it wasn't real. She'd get up to refill and water the glass. Mandy and dad sat next to each other glaring at mom and then me as if to say 'see, we told you.'

After a while, mom complained she was tired and fake weaved out of the room, down the hall behind us. I heard the door shut.

"See what I mean, bro? Mom's got a problem."

"I'm sorry to ruin what should be a good beach trip, son but we need you."

"What's the plan, dad?"

"Tomorrow at breakfast. Your mom is usually a little hungover. It's mean to hit her with this in that condition, but I think it will have the best effect."

I looked at my sister, "You ready for this? I've had friends do this with family, it can get very nasty and ugly."

Mandy straightened up, "It's gotta be done. I'm probably gonna cry and it's really gonna suck, but we have to do this."

"Okay sis. Dad, I'm in. So, where are you gonna sleep?"

Dad pointed to a hammock, gently swinging in the breeze on the deck, "Right there. It looks much better than that tiny couch."

Mandy stifled a giggle; I assume the vision of dad trying to sleep on a love seat was a funny image.

I had a plan for tonight. It was risky, but I didn't care.

"Okay, we have a plan. It's going to be a long and unhappy day so I'm going to bed. Night dad, sis."

I left my father and sister on the couch and headed for the bathroom and then my small bedroom. I set the alarm, slipped my phone under my pillow, and dropped off to sleep.

As Clay got up to go to bed, Mandy moved closer to me and pulled the light blanket off the back of the couch to cover us.

"Another movie, dad?"

She asked, a little loudly, for her brother's benefit.

I grabbed her young leg and clamped my fingers, "Good idea baby. I'm not ready for my hammock yet."

She grinned at me and her hand brushed over my thickening cock.

I wanted to lick my daughter's pussy, taste her as she came on my face. I wanted to feed her hot mouth with my cock, cumming, feeding her. I know she wanted me in her, satisfying her, filling her.

What we did, was fondle each other, wordlessly, under that blanket, as we watched a movie, waiting for everybody to quiet down.

After the movie, Mandy turned and we kissed, deep and hard, needingly. My hands, filled with her young breasts, her hand, caressing my rigid cock.

"I'm going to shower and go to bed daddy. I'll be waiting."

"I'm not sure this is a good idea, baby."

My daughter slowly jacked me, "He thinks it's a great idea. I'll bite the pillow, daddy. Please, I need your cock in my pussy."

Mandy got up and, staring at me, flipped off her tee-shirt and shoved off her shorts. Keeping an eye on the hall she faced me and slipped her fingers between her wide-spread legs and masturbated herself for a few seconds.

"I'll be waiting daddy."

The hell with the risk. I needed that. Hope Clay is a sound sleeper.

Mandy went down the hall and touched the knob on the door to Jan and my's room. She stopped and turned, going to the opposite door. While Clay was out getting us toilet paper, Jan had complained about the bed, so Mandy volunteered to switch rooms. Mandy silently opened her door, wiggled her naked ass at me, and slipped in.

I sat and thought about tomorrow. It was unknown. Jan could respond in many ways, most of them bad. I wanted to start first thing. I also wanted to be wearing more than just the athletic shorts I had on for sleeping. I figured Jan was passed out, so I'd sneak in and get shorts, underwear, and a polo. One should be well-attired for a family confrontation.

As I moved to our door, I pictured Mandy in her room, naked, on all fours, fingering her young wet pussy, waiting for dad to slip in and fuck her. I rubbed my hard cock through the fabric. As soon as I get my clothes and set up my 'bed' that was exactly what I was going to do.

The door clicked a little loudly as I closed it. Weak moonlight showed Jan, on the bed, not passed out. She was on all fours, her pussy naked, facing me, her fingers plowing through that familiar wetness.

"Oh, Clay baby, thank you. I loved you touching my body today. I was so good at dinner. You saw how little I drank. Now, please fuck mommy. I've wanted your cock for years, now you're here. Stick it in me, now."

Well, hit me with a stick and call me a pinata. I never expected this. As I dropped my shorts and climbed onto the bed, I thought to myself, it's going to be an interesting morning.

I ate Jan's pussy. I love my wife and I love making love to her. She came on my face twice. Called me son and Clay. I moved up, grabbing her hips and jammed all my cock into her pussy. Since she'd never fucked Clay, I didn't have to worry about any size difference.

As I rammed myself deep, cumming in her, after giving Jan two more orgasms, I heard a deep, female groan of 'Oh, Clay' from across the hall. As Jan collapsed, asleep instantly, I smiled. I nestled up to my wife and drifted off.

I woke up. Jan asleep, naked, next to me. It was only six. I got up, went to get my shorts. I stopped, smiling, I don't think so. I left the room naked and went to make coffee.

Around eight, I heard strained conversation. A door opened, and then Jan appeared in a long tee-shirt. The conversation was still going on behind her as she stood on the deck.

"You're naked."

"Yes, Jan. Take your shirt off. We're a nudist family now."

"Dan, I don't know what to say."

I looked at my wife with a neutral, caring expression, "Jan, just take your shirt off."

Jan, confused, but apparently happy I wasn't raging mad, pulled her shirt over her head.

"You look great."

"Thank you." She replied. She noticed me getting hard, "Thank him too."

I smiled, "Get coffee and a roll."

Jan settled in the chair next to me, "I've got a lot of explaining to do. Can it wait for later?"

I reached over and caressed her thigh, "Yes. Let's get the kids out here and see what happens."

Jan's eyes went wide when she saw Clay slip out of Mandy's room. She looked at me. I just smiled.

Clay got coffee and came out, wearing just a pair of shorts. He looked like a condemned man. His eyes went wide when he saw his parents naked, lingering on his mother. I just smiled again.

"Clay, lose the shorts, we're a nudist family now."

My very confused son did what I asked. He slipped off his shorts and sat down, sipping his coffee, and trading fearful looks with his mother. His cock was very flaccid.

Mandy was last. She dawdled over her coffee, glancing out the door. She couldn't see that we were all naked. As she stepped through the sliding door, wearing only one of my old tee-shirts she froze, her eyes scanning all our faces and naked bodies, landing on mine.

"Mandy, baby, lose the shirt, we're a nudist family now."

My daughter put her cup down and tossed off the tee-shirt. She took the remaining chair. Everybody stared at me, waiting to see what I would do.

"Interesting night, huh?" I said. Nobody answered.

"I'm pretty happy this morning. No, I'm very happy. I had a great night. How about you Jan?"

Jan sipped her coffee, trying to think of something to say.

"Jan, that's a yes or no question. We all need to be honest right now."

"Yes, Dan, I had a great night."

"How many times did you cum?"

Now Jan blushed right down to her navel. I waited, letting the silence do its job.

"Six times. Two on your face and four with your cock in me."

My wife was getting it. At least, at this point she was going along, just waiting for the explosion. Clay looked like he was sitting on tacks. Mandy though looked amused.

I turned to Clay, "And you?"

Clay did not know how to respond. He looked at Mandy for support, she just stared at him. Once again, I let silence do its work.

"Uh, I had a great night, slept well"

I sipped my coffee, "That's nice, son, but that's not what I asked. I asked your mom how many times she came and then I asked you."

Clay just sat there. The seconds seemed like hours, well, maybe to Clay. After a minute Mandy spoke.

"Since my brother seems to have lost his voice, may I answer for him?"

I smiled, "Why yes, baby, please do."

Mandy and Clay sat in chairs facing Jan and me. Mandy shifted, opening her legs. Jan and I could see cum sneaking out of our daughter's pussy and on to the chair.

"Clay came five times last night. The first was when he snuck into the room. I was waiting for dad and was face down on the bed with my naked ass in the air. Clay said, 'Oh mom, you look so hot. You've been good and I've got your reward.' So, my brother fucked me and came pretty quickly. I was excited. I'd always thought Clay was hot and now I knew he was a good fuck too. I flipped over and he freaked out, of course. He had no idea mom and I had switched rooms. We talked, while I played with his cock, and surprise, he got hard again. So, I sucked our cum off his cock and he shot more in my mouth. That was two. Well, nobody asked me yet, but I came six times. Clay licking his sister's pussy was four of them. Him mounting his sister in the missionary position, kissing me furiously, was five and six. We fell asleep."

This morning, he was all pissed off and scared. I tried to talk him down, not mentioning anything about dad and me, but he was still pissed when he left my room. I think that brings up to now, right daddy?"

My cock had hardened hearing Mandy's story and picturing her brother fucking her. Jan stared at me slack-jawed.

"Dan? You, Mandy? What?"

I started to answer but Mandy interrupted, "Mom, let me answer. I seduced dad. He was being very good, and I'm sure he never thought of having sex with me. I saw how sad he was, how frustrated and angry with your drinking. I knew you two fuck a lot, at least before you started with the wine. I was afraid he'd leave so I seduced him to make him happy."

Jan snarled, "What a sacrifice on your part, darling."

I said, in a voice like Jan's "Oh Clay baby, thank you. I loved you touching my body today. I was so good at dinner. You saw how little I drank. Now, please fuck mommy. I've wanted your cock for years, now you're here. Stick it in me, now."

Jan's entire body went red and her mouth clacked shut. Clay sat dumbstruck. Mandy got up and came over to sit on my lap, moving my erect penis to make room.

"Daddy, what are we doing?"

I gently fondled her young breasts, "I think, baby girl, we're doing what we really want to do."

Mandy reached down and took my cock in her hand, moving me so the tip nestled at her entrance, "How was mom last night?"

I felt her wetness on the head of my cock. My daughter moved just a little, teasing me.

"Baby, she was amazing. Your mom is a sex goddess."

Mandy pouted, "Better than me?"

I put my hands on my daughter's hips and pulled her in, burying my cock in her pussy, "Sorry baby girl, but your mom is the best."

Mandy cinder-shifted on my cock, "That's okay dad. Are we going to still fuck now that mom's drinking less?"

"Well, I think that's what this meeting is all about. Oh, baby girl, you are very wet."

"I know, daddy, I like being watched."

Clay's cock was rigid. Jan's hand had slipped between her legs. The liquid sound of Mandy and I fucking filled our ears.

"Do you like watching too?"

Mandy picked up her pace, "Oh yes, daddy, I'd love to watch people fuck. Ohh, cumming"

Mandy paused and I felt her cum pour over my cock. Clay's eyes went between his mother and Mandy and me.

"Clay, do you want to fuck your mother?" I asked.

"Yes." Was all he said.

"Jan, it's okay with me."

My wife, seeing that the family dynamic had evolved, wasted no time. As Clay sat, hard and still a bit stunned, his mother kneeled between his legs and took his erect penis in her mouth. Clay gasped.

"Oh, fuck mom, that's good."

Jan loves to have my cock, and now it appears other cocks, in her mouth. She fondled our son's balls as she took his cock deep into her mouth, over and over. I knew from experience that her tongue would be all over the head of Clay's cock. He wasn't going to last long.

He didn't

"Oh, mom! I'm gonna cum. Gonna cum in your fucking mouth."

Jan picked up the pace and soon I heard Clay grunt, watched his ass flex, and Jan began swallowing. Mandy was euphoric.

"Oh, dad, that is so fucking hot. I'm cumming dad. Cum with me. Fill me up, daddy."

As my daughter ground her pussy onto my cock I came, jetting a hot load deep into her teen body. I felt her orgasm flood out, coating my crotch, the chair, and dripping onto the deck. Jan and Clay just watched.

We all sat for a few seconds, absorbing what just happened. Jan broke the silence.

"Dan, do you really think this is what we really want to do?"

Mandy slipped off me and went to sit on her chair. I got up, extending my hand, helping my wife off the floor. I hugged her.

"I love you. You are the most important person in my life. Our daughter opened a door that was waiting to be opened. I'd never thought of having sex with her until this year. She has blossomed into a woman and, yes, I found her sexually attractive, but of course, did nothing. I know you have been thinking about Clay, you've said as much. So, yes. I'm not sure about Clay and Mandy.

Clay finally found his voice. "I've been stealing Mandy's panties for a long time. She masturbates in them. Her scent makes me cum so hard. Look at the pictures of my girlfriends, they all look like her or mom. I stole mom's panties too. The two of you taste the same. I've even had sex with some of my girlfriend's mothers, one wanted to call me son and have me call her mom. I fucked her so hard. Now, if you'd like to watch, I'm going to fuck my mother."

Clay yanked the cushions off two chairs and tossed them on the deck. Jan smiled at me.

"Go ahead Jan. Fuck your son. We want to watch."

Jan quickly got on the cushions, on all fours, her red flowing pussy ready. I know there was a lot of my cum in there, so Clay wouldn't be licking her, today. My son moved behind his mother.

"Clay, this way. I like it doggie. Grab my hips and fuck me hard."

Mandy panted as she watched, fingering her pussy. She stopped, gave me a look I couldn't quite understand, and moved to where Jan and Clay were fucking. I thought I knew what she was going to do but she'd never talked about this. Mandy got in front of her mother, who had her eyes closed, and wriggled under her, Jan moved to let her in, with a very confused look.

When Mandy was in place, Jan groaned as her daughter's mouth touched her vagina.

"Ohhhhhhhh, fuck, Mandy. Don't stop, please."

Jan looked down into her daughter's open wet pussy, full of her son's and husband's cum. Jan had never had any interest in other women, so I was pleasantly surprised when my wife's mouth descended on her daughter's vagina. Clay looked over at me and gave me the thumbs up.

An hour later we all sat, satisfied. Jan and I had put on a show for the kids and they for us.

"Well, that was unusual." Jan said, "Now what?"

"Well, we should have some rules. I'll start. Mom and I sleep together every night. No means no. Obviously, we do not tell anybody about this. If anybody is feeling the slightest bit jealous or used, you are commanded to speak up. We have a great family, but this is a dangerous path and we have to be careful."

"Sounds good to me." Jan replied the kids nodded, "Yeah dad." Said Clay, sitting with his sister on his lap.

"Me too, daddy. I like it." Mandy said, gently toying with her brother's nipples.

We all showered, and I got dressed. I had to make a shopping run.

I opened the door with bags of groceries. Jan, naked, lay on the large Ottoman in the living room. Clay, on his knees, had his face buried in his mother's pussy as his fingers pinched her nipples. Mandy, her back to her brother, was on Jan's face. I put the bags down and stripped.

I walked up to my teen daughter; my rigid cock ready. Mandy took gentle hold of me and slipped her father's erection into her young mouth. Just before she said, "Daddy, I might not do so well, mom's licking me and I'm cumming all over her face." Then she slipped my cock into her mouth.

It's going to be a great vacation.​