So, is this the trip you’re finally going to do it?”
“Do what?”
“Fuck dad.”
Michael’s twin sister Emily looked up from her phone with wide eyes. “Michael Bryson! What the hell are you talking about?”
“You’ve been flirting with him for a couple years now,” Michael said calmly. “I’ve seen how you give him views down your blouse or up your little skirts. I know you want him, and I just figured this trip would give you ample opportunities. Plus, you got your hair cut almost exactly like mom’s.”
“Are you insane?” Emily replied. “Really, get help.”
“I saw him hug you at our eighteenth birthday party. I saw his hand creep down to your ass and how you smiled up at him. You were grinding against his crotch.”
“I was NOT,” she insisted. “He’s my father, for fuck’s sake.”
Emily wasn’t as mad at Michael for suggesting she have sex with their dad as much as she hated that he once again read her mind. Twins were like that, and Michael and Emily were especially close. They sensed things friends never could. They were open books to each other and, as always, Michael knew how this one ended.
“I would no sooner fuck dad than…than…,” Emily stammered.
“See,” Michael laughed. “You can’t even name anyone. You’ve been through half the football team. Why stop now?”
“Well, name a cheerleader you haven’t done yet, Mr. Starting Quarterback.”
“You.”
“Don’t get your hopes up,” Emily said dryly.
“I suppose all those times with Tom Hilton were just practice so dad wouldn’t be disappointed,” Michael said.
Emily stifled her laugh. “It wasn’t that good.”
The trip in question was a celebration of the twins graduating and before they headed to college. Their parents, among the richest in hometown Victoria, rented a luxury condo overlooking the beaches of Ft. Myers and the Gulf of Mexico. It would be a week of sun and fun. One last family gathering before the kids went off to school.
Genetics were kind to Michael and Emily. Their father, Daniel, and mother, Sarah, were both intelligent and beautiful. The children inherited all of that and then some. Emily, in particular, was used to getting whatever she wanted, and her tastes were expensive. A price could not be assigned to what she wanted the most, however.
Daniel Bryson was a doctor. Several female patients and a handful of nurses each could have been his for the taking. Each time he declined, choosing instead to remain faithful to Sarah, a successful attorney. Sarah’s brief stint as a model in college was set aside to pursue her legal career and agencies continued to contact her even into her forties. It was flattering, but not a path she wanted to take.
The condo was even better than the photos online indicated when Daniel reserved it. It had three big bedrooms and an open floorplan with fantastic views from both the main living area and the loft upstairs. The bedrooms provided plenty of privacy and the great room allowed for comfortable interaction between people. Michael and Emily were even more impressed with the condo when they learned of the jet skis that came with it.
Sarah was more interested in the fashion malls nearby and Daniel with the fishing charters. All in all, there was something for everyone.
Despite all of his sister’s protests, Michael was confident he was right about her intentions with Daniel. To that end, he decided to do his best to provide her with as many occasions as possible to be alone with their dad. He would worry later about how to extract the truth out of her about what they did. Michael knew which buttons to press to get her to confess. He only wished he had made a bet with her; a bet he knew he would win.
Emily always wore revealing bikinis, but she bought an unusually skimpy one for this trip. Though her breasts were average, at best, the top accentuated them perfectly. It was her ass that she believed her father might be more interested in, so she made sure the bottoms were as tight…and showed as much…as possible. It was as close to a thong as Emily would ever wear.
Michael smiled when Emily began wearing the bikini the first full day they were at the condo. It had a matching cover which she seemed to shed whenever Daniel was around.
‘And so, the quest begins,’ Michael thought to himself.
A few hours later, with Sarah shopping and Michael still on the beach, Emily found herself alone with her father in the kitchen. It was not difficult for her to maneuver close to Daniel in the surprisingly small space, compared to the rest of the condo.
“Do you like my bikini, Daddy?”
“Of course, hon. You always look great,” he replied, reaching for a plate.
She edged closer. “Are you going to swim?”
“Eventually,” Daniel answered. “It’s not my favorite thing, but I will.”
His back was to her. Emily moved forward until they touched.
“I think you look great, too,” she said almost in a whisper.
Her hands were on his hips. Daniel hesitated while making his sandwich, unsure what to do or say.
Emily said, “I’d love to see you in a swimsuit.”
Her hands crept around his waist and began to drop down the front of his shorts. Their bodies were now firmly together.
“I bet mom does, too,” she said with her fingers just inches from his crotch.
“Um, Emily….”
She kissed his ear. “Before we leave, I’d love to thank you properly for letting us come down here.”
“You don’t have to do that,” Daniel said nervously.
“But I want to.”
Emily brushed one hand across his crotch, catching just a hint of his budding erection.
She said, “I’ll do whatever you want, Daddy.”
Daniel hurriedly finished preparing the sandwich and forced his way out of Emily’s grasp.
“We’ll see,” Daniel replied on his way to the couch, leaving a grinning Emily behind.
She was used to her father’s noncommittal response. She’d heard it her entire life. This time she would not leave anything to chance.
Daniel was shaken by the experience, but not dismayed. He long questioned the forbidden feelings he had for Emily and put them off as natural happenings between father and daughter. He watched her grow into the lovely young woman she was, oftentimes having to remind himself that she was Emily and not Sarah. She was not there for his taking. Now, all those feelings boiled inside him with knowledge that Emily was at least, possibly, open to his acting upon them.
Daniel could only eat half the sandwich. His stomach churned.
When Sarah returned, Daniel and Michael were inside, and Emily was back on the beach. Sarah laid her purchases on the bed for Daniel to admire, although all he saw were dollar signs in his head. They could afford indulgences, but his humble upbringing still made him question some of his wife’s spending habits. After hanging up the clothes and storing away the shoes, Sarah wandered into the great room and kitchen.
After eating a salad, she changed into a bathing suit and joined Emily.
When the girls came in an hour later, the condo was seemingly empty. Emily went up to her bedroom in the loft. Sarah took the beach towels and walked down the hall to the laundry room. On her way, she passed Michael’s bedroom and saw him playing video games. Wearing nothing but his Speedo, Sarah had to admit he was a good-looking kid. She threw the towels in the washer and headed back, deciding to stop at Michael’s door.
When he finally turned her way, Sarah said, “Didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“No. I’m losing anyway. What do you need?” he said.
Michael threw the controller on the bed as Sarah walked in.
“Nothing. Just wanted to check in.”
Michael sat in a chair facing her. He couldn’t prevent his eyes from scanning his mother’s slim body in her one-piece suit. She looked much better than in her formal work clothes, which is what he saw her in most often. Likewise, Sarah took in her son’s muscular body, trying desperately not to focus between his legs.
“I’m fine,” he said. “This place is awesome. I think we’ll have a great time.”
“I hope so. It will be nice to be together without the pressures of work and school.”
“Agreed. You need a tan, too,” he smiled.
“You think?” Sarah replied. “This suit won’t give me much of one. You and Emily on the other hand….”
They laughed before Michael said, “Hers is smaller than mine, if that’s possible.”
“You both look great.”
With that, Sarah walked out with Michael watching every step she took. Forty-three isn’t that old, he told himself.
The next day started out even sunnier and warmer than the one before. Daniel and Sarah were the first to get up, followed by Michael. By mid-morning Michael and his mom were on the beach and Daniel sat in the great room in his bathing suit. A moment later, he rose and walked to the steps leading up to the loft and Emily’s bedroom and bath. He was two steps up when he stopped.
‘Don’t do it,’ he told himself. ‘Just don’t do it. She’ll leave for college after this vacation and the temptation won’t be there.’
Daniel stood motionless for several seconds before turning back toward the couch.
Soon, he heard footsteps behind him as Emily descended the stairs. His back was to her, but he looked to the side and saw her pass. Emily was wrapped in a towel, her hair still wet from her shower. Daniel watched her go into the laundry room and quickly return. She walked straight to him, the towel barely covering her breasts and ending mid-thigh.
“Hi, Daddy,” she said cheerfully. “I thought my top was in the dryer. Guess not. Where is everybody?”
“At the beach, I guess.”
Emily walked to the window and peered out. Daniel stared at the arcs in the towel created by her ass.
“Oh, they’re going out on the jet skis. That should be interesting,” Emily said, turning to face Daniel again. “I thought mom was a little bit afraid of them.”
He said, “She is, but I’m sure she’ll be alright with Michael there.”
Emily approached the couch, stopping directly in front of her dad.
“I guess we’re alone for a while,” she said.
“I was going out soon.”
“No. Stay here,” Emily said, stepping forward and forcing Daniel to spread his legs a bit.
“I really don’t…I mean…,” he mumbled.
He could reach out and touch her now but hesitated. Emily leaned down, her tits above his chest and the towel laboring to restrain them. She started to kneel, her body against his crotch. Daniel felt his cock begin to respond as his heart pounded.
Before he could say or do anything more, Emily’s hand was on the front of his swimsuit.
“That’s it, Daddy. Just relax and enjoy it.”
She wrapped her fingers around it through the material and felt it grow. They looked at each other without speaking. Emily stroked him a couple more times and then moved her hands to the top of his swimsuit. As she pulled down on the waistband, she realized her towel was about to come loose.
‘Fuck it,’ she thought to herself.
Simultaneously, the towel dropped, and Daniel’s swimsuit was lowered to reveal his thickening cock. Daniel’s eyes locked onto the luscious tits in front of him, the smooth stomach and thin waist below that, and the long legs stretched behind his daughter. His suit was at his knees and Emily’s head was moving toward his cock.
She gripped it firmly and said, “You’re SO big, Daddy. I’m glad.”
There was no response; perhaps because of the flood of sensations rushing through Daniel’s brain. Guilt. Dread. Pleasure. They were all there, fighting for dominance.
Emily moved forward, allowing her breasts to rest on his chest. She kissed him lightly; quickly.
“Lean back,” she told him.
Daniel complied and Emily returned to his now rock-hard cock. She kissed the head and licked it once. She placed her tongue at the very base of the long shaft and slowly, teasingly slid it back up to the top. Emily knew she would be allowed to continue, and she desperately wanted to make had dad happy.
Daniel watched her open her mouth and wrap her lips around the very tip of his cock. He took a deep breath. Then, inch by inch, his daughter took his entire cock into her mouth. Daniel nearly sighed out loud, but caught himself in time, not wanting to give away the pleasure he felt. It was a useless exercise because Emily knew full well what he was feeling.
She began a methodical blowjob, intent on making this her best ever…and she had plenty of experience. Daniel, much less familiar with this form of sex, was only intent on not cumming too quickly. The pressure of Emily’s lips and the stroking of her tongue were all perfect. She wrapped the base of his cock with one hand and fondled it while her mouth concentrated on the portion above. Almost unconsciously, Daniel moaned.
Despite his best efforts, he needed to cum in just minutes.
“Emily,” he gasped. “I’m…I’m going to…oh God!”
The first spurt of cum smacked against the back of Emily’s throat and she swallowed just as the second erupted. Shot after shot followed until a streak flowed down her chin. Still, she sucked the cock harder and harder while her father groaned in delight. Only when Daniel removed his hand from the back of Emily’s head did she sit up, cleaning her chin with the towel.
Daniel opened his eyes to see his nude, smiling daughter.
***
“Oh my God, Michael, it was so frickin’ awesome,” Emily gushed. “I think he was hard before I even got to the couch. After that, it was a piece of cake.”
“Did he resist at all?” Michael asked, sitting on the edge of Emily’s bed.
“Oh, he might have said something. I forget. But I wasn’t listening. I was going to make him cum no matter what.”
Emily was pacing her bedroom floor, too excited to sit.
“So, it was good? I mean, he was…,” Michael started to ask.
“Fuck yeah! He made Tommy Hilton look like a little kid. That was BY FAR the biggest cock I’d ever seen,” Emily said, “and I thought he’d never stop cumming. I just HAVE to fuck him, Michael. I can’t imagine how good he would feel inside me.”
“Well, good luck,” Michael grinned. “I’m here for you if you need me to do anything to help.”
“Just get mom out of the condo for a while. Should be easy.”
Sarah didn’t need much urging to spend more time with her son. In the short time they had been in the condo, she found herself enjoying more and more the conversations they had, and she certainly didn’t mind seeing Michael in his Speedo. In fact, she was so enthralled that one of her shopping trips resulted in the purchase of a two-piece bathing suit. Pleasing her husband was not the driving force behind the purchase.
Michael was duly impressed. The first time his mother wore the suit, he gazed long and hard at her full, firm breasts and shapely hips and ass. Her maturity resulted in a different kind of sexiness than the youthful sensuality of Emily’s body. While he continued to dwell on Emily’s assault on their father’s cock, he found himself increasingly contemplating his own relationship with Sarah.
Would she EVER contemplate sex with him? What would be the consequences if he tried, and she didn’t consent? More importantly, what would be the consequences if she DID?
Whereas Daniel struggled with repressing his desires to have Emily, Sarah was trying to convince herself that being attracted to her son was all right. The idea of being sexually enticed by Michael was totally foreign to her and not somewhere she wanted to go willingly. For the moment, she accepted the fact she saw Michael in forbidden ways and convinced herself she would never act upon those thoughts. The problem was Michael’s mutual attraction to Sarah and his eagerness to prove it.
Michael approached his mom about the possibility of them going out on the large tandem jet ski and she quickly agreed. He saw it as serving two purposes. One, he would be alone with her and, two, it would give Emily plenty of time to be with their dad.
“Who’s driving?” Sarah asked Michael.
“Oh, you are. You need to learn how to handle these things.”
“You don’t value your life very much?”
Michael grinned and said, “I’ll be hanging on.”
Little did Sarah know just how literally her son meant that. Wearing her new two-piece suit, she and Michael walked to the beach and prepared the jet ski. Sarah took her seat in the front and Michael climbed on behind her, placing his hands on her bare midriff.
“Let’s go,” he told her.
Sarah gingerly accelerated, maneuvering around the few buoys that marked the safe swimming areas. Soon, the speed picked up and they were skimming across the smooth water directly away from the beach.
“You’re good at this,” Michael said loudly above the roar of the motor.
“Good teacher,” she shouted back.
People on the beach began to become specks. No other jet skis or boats were in sight. Michael decided to test the waters. His hands moved around to Sarah’s stomach and then upward until reaching the bottom of her breasts. He hugged her tightly as the jet ski bounced along.
Sarah slowed. Michael’s fingers lightly touched the outside of her bathing suit top. He let the breasts rest in his palms.
The jet ski came to a stop.
“Michael, you’re supposed to be…,” Sarah started to say.
“Can anybody see us?”
Sarah glanced back at the beach. “I can’t even make out the people.”
“Good,” Michael replied.
His right hand slid inside the top onto her breast. He felt the nipple, then squeezed the tit tenderly.
“Michael, stop.”
“You bought this suit for me, didn’t you?” he asked, continuing to massage her tit.
“I did not,” she lied.
“I like it. A lot.”
She breathed a sigh of relief when his hand left her breast, only to descend down her stomach to her waist and beyond. His fingers slid across the bottom of her suit until finding her pussy. Michael felt the warmth and grinned to himself.
“Have you ever wanted to cum in public in the middle of the Gulf?” he asked.
“Michael!” she exclaimed. “We better get back.”
“Not yet.”
His hand was inside the suit. Michael felt a patch of short, thin hair above her pussy. Then, a finger slid into the opening, the very wet opening.
“No, please,” she begged.
“Stand up and lean against the handlebars.”
Every muscle in Sarah’s body resisted, along with the voice inside her head. Michael was afraid her hesitation would end in defeat. Several seconds passed.
Sarah stood; her knees slightly bent. She leaned forward.
Michael found her clit and began to stroke it. Sarah’s body stiffened.
“You really are very sexy in that new suit,” he said softly. “I’m sure every man on the beach wants you.”
Moisture gathered on his finger as he rubbed her clit and inserted the finger deeper into her pussy. Sarah felt Michael’s hard cock against her ass. If only she could see it and touch it, she thought silently. His free hand now clutched at a tit and squeezed the nipple. Surges of pleasure raced through every part of her body.
They both listened intently for the sounds of an approaching craft, but all they heard were Sarah’s moans of delight. Michael rubbed harder and faster. The top of her suit was pulled off one breast, which he manipulated excitedly. Sarah realized it was too late to stop. There was no use begging, nor did she want to.
Michael felt his mother’s body start to quiver. Two fingers were now inside her. Then he returned to her clit and stroked it harder. It felt like his cock was extending out of his Speedo, but he never took his hands off Sarah.
“Cum for me,” he urged.
Sarah couldn’t speak. Between her legs and in her stomach, she felt the imminent eruption. She gripped the handlebars until her knuckles hurt. Then…she came.
Her cries went unheard except by Michael. Only he felt the shaking of her entire body as orgasm after orgasm flowed through her. He held a tit in his hand and caressed her clit between his fingers before rubbing it some more. Sarah muttered something Michael couldn’t make out, but she never stopped cumming. If it had gone on much longer, he was afraid his cock would explode from repeatedly sliding across her tight ass.
Finally, Sarah had to sink back onto the seat. She repositioned the top of her bathing suit, so she was covered again. Slowly, she caught her breath. Michael kissed her neck.
“Now you can say you’ve done it,” he said cheerfully.
Sarah started the jet ski and turned it toward shore without saying a word.
***
The next day started as the previous days had started on the vacation. Sarah and Daniel were up first. Michael followed and Emily slept. At some point mid-morning, Daniel looked out onto the beach and saw two lounge chairs opened under an umbrella. Michael was in one. Daniel knew Sarah had left the condo some time earlier. She may have been in the second chair. He couldn’t tell.
He looked up the stairs leading to the loft and Emily’s bedroom. This time he made it all the way to the top.
Daniel quietly walked to the door of his daughter’s room. He pushed it open just far enough to see her in the bed under a single sheet. He paused for only a second before stepping into the room and pushing the door behind him. His eyes never left the outline of Emily’s body under the sheet.
She was on her stomach, facing away from him. Daniel saw the gently rise and fall of her ass. She wore a tank top, it appeared. He wondered what else…if anything.
Daniel was at the side of the bed, the sheet easily within reach. He carefully picked up the edge closest to Emily’s shoulders. He pulled it down. As if in slow motion, her back was exposed. When he got to the end of her tank top and bare skin appeared just above her ass, he hesitated. She never moved. Another pull unveiled her bare ass.
Daniel let go of the sheet around her knees, staring longingly at the perfection of his daughter’s ass and thighs. His pulse quickened when his hand first touched the inside of one of those thighs. The skin was soft and cool. Daniel moved the hand higher.
Emily was awake now, motionless in her realization she was not alone. Who was this? No matter the answer, she allowed them to continue.
Daniel fully expected his free examination of Emily’s body to end when he got to the beautiful cheeks of her ass. Instead, Emily waited long enough for the ‘intruder’ to get a good feel of both sides before turning her head.
She was pleased to look up at father. Her smile reassured him.
“Good morning,” she said quietly.
“Good morning.”
Daniel never removed his hand, lightly kneading Emily’s ass during the brief exchange.
“Are we alone?” Emily asked.
“For now.”
Daniel raised his hand to the bottom of her shirt, pushing it up her back. Emily assisted by raising her upper body and letting him get the shirt to her shoulders. Soon, it was being pulled over her head and tossed aside.
Daniel studied the length of her nude body; Emily having kicked the sheet completely off her legs. She reached out for his cock, easily finding it under his shorts.
“Get naked,” she told him.
The shorts were his only clothes, so her demand was met quickly. Emily returned her hand to his ever-growing cock and rolled onto her side. The sight of her tits only hastened his erection.
One floor below them, Sarah entered the condo after a short jog. Seeing and hearing no one, she climbed the steps to the loft, assuming Emily was still in bed. Always the mother, she wanted to check.
The door to Emily’s bedroom was open just a crack; enough for light to escape. Sarah crept closer and put her hand on it. She could see the dresser. And the mirror on the dresser. What she saw in that mirror took her breath away.
A man…clearly her husband…was stretched out on the bed on top of Emily. They were nude. Her first instinct was to barge in. For whatever reason, she looked and listened, instead, for any signs of struggle from Emily. She found none.
Sarah gazed silently, comprehending the fact the pair were fucking. She knew immediately she would not interrupt. That scene would be too ugly to consider in her confused state of mind. She watched Daniel drilling Emily with his long, hard cock while she attempted to think of ways to resolve the problem at a later time.
Minutes passed. The sounds of sex in the bedroom intensified.
Suddenly, a hand was over her mouth. She glanced back at Michael who signaled her to be quiet. She nodded.
Michael removed his hand, staring in at the mirror at the same time. Without saying a word, his hands grasped the top of his mother’s jogging shorts. He pushed them down until they gathered at her ankles. Sarah gingerly stepped one foot out of them.
Michael lowered his Speedo and stroked his cock to prepare it.
It was at that moment that Emily looked at the dresser and saw the faces of Sarah and Michael through the small opening of the bedroom door. Their eyes met. Daniel’s cock continued to pound into her pussy like a piston. Emily grinned. It was showtime.
She wrapped her legs around her father’s waist and her arms around his body. They rolled a bit onto their sides.
Michael was hard. He used his hands on Sarah’s thighs to indicate he wanted her legs spread. She obliged and leaned over at the waist. Michael placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. It began to spread and he pushed. He stopped when the head was in, then ever so slowly inserted the rest until his balls hit her ass.
Emily and Daniel were rolling on the bed, trying different positions, and moving on to the next without delay. Emily made sure she occasionally had a good view of the mirror, knowing now what was happening in the hallway. Daniel was oblivious to it all in his enjoyment of finally fucking his daughter.
Emily would have loved to be on top, but didn’t want her father to have the same mirror view she had. So, she took the lead and always returned to the position on bottom.
Michael picked up the pace outside the room and thrust his cock into Sarah with increasing speed and force. He held her by the hips, trying not to slap against her ass so loudly anyone could hear. It was not easy, as wet and receptive as her pussy was. Occasionally, he clutched at her tits through her sports bra. The nipples were hard as rocks.
Daniel abruptly exclaimed, “I’m close, hon.”
“Me, too. Keep going.”
The pair outside the room knew they had little time. Neither was worried. They were close, as well.
Daniel’s grunts and groans drove the other three to the edge. Sarah braced herself against the door frame. Michael fucked her wildly. Emily closed her eyes as her orgasm built toward a climax.
Daniel cried out, “Yes! Yessssss!”
“Oh, Daddy. Fuck me! Harder!”
They came together in a wild frenzy. The bed bounced under the force of Daniel’s thrusts, each one depositing a load of cum inside his daughter. Michael soon followed. Sarah used a hand to rub her clit and an orgasm exploded inside her. If the experience on the jet ski was good, this was heavenly. Emily’s little squeals filled the room.
Thirty seconds of pure delight ended the sessions. Daniel crumpled on top of Emily, his mouth on one of her tits. Michael pulled out of his mother and they hurriedly…silently…picked up their clothes and sneaked down the steps.
***
“What now?” Emily asked her brother when they had a chance to meet in her bedroom after lunch.
“I’d say progress is being made.”
“Do you think dad is the only one who doesn’t know?” she asked.
“As long as he couldn’t see the mirror…and I don’t think he did.”
“I agree.” Emily paused, and asked, “Did you and mom get a chance to finish?”
“Hell, yeah,” Michael said with a smile. “It was awesome.”
“So… does it make sense to meet with mom,” Emily said, “and propose that we end the charades. You know, bring it all out into the open?”
Michael nodded. “Yeah. I think she’d do anything to keep dad happy. I’m not sure dad would agree to it without her approval first.”
“OK. Let’s find a time we can get her alone,” Emily suggested.
That time occurred the next day when Daniel went on a deep-sea fishing excursion. Sarah sat on the couch watching TV when the twins walked in. Emily plopped down next to her mom and Michael took a chair across from her.
“Mom, we need to talk,” Emily said.
“Oh. What about?” Sarah replied.
“Us. All of us.”
Sarah looked puzzled. “What do you mean, dear?”
Emily pulled her legs up under her and said, “You watched me and dad. I watched you and Michael. We need to talk about what’s next.”
Sarah was visibly shaken. She took in a long breath and said, “In my opinion, nothing should be next. It should probably end right now.”
“You don’t mean that, and you know it,” Michael said sternly. “Let’s quit playing games and talk about reality. The three of us want it to continue. We suspect dad does, too. We need to find a way to ‘break the ice’, so to speak, and stop sneaking around in secret.”
Sarah nodded, knowing she was defeated and, yet, strangely thrilled. It was the start of a new era for the family, and she was anxious, but hopeful. Done properly, this might work.
“Any ideas?” she asked the twins.
“I have a couple, but I’d love to hear yours first,” Emily offered. “You know dad better than us.”
Sarah bit her lip, thought for a moment, and began to lay out a plan.
It was that evening, after they ate some of the fish Daniel had caught, that the plan was put into action. There was no rehearsal. It was all impromptu, but all three of the participants were confident it would work.
They were assembled in the great room watching TV with Daniel on the couch, as planned by the other three. At a commercial break, Sarah and Emily made eye contact and simultaneously rose to their feet. They walked to the center of the room in front of Daniel.
“Honey, I think we have something better to watch than that show,” Sarah said.
Daniel looked perplexed as Sarah moved directly behind Emily.
“What do you mean?” Daniel asked.
His eyes quickly moved from his wife’s face to his daughter’s body when he saw Sarah’s hands gliding over the front of Emily’s t-shirt. Emily smiled as the hands clenched each breast, scrunching the material of her shirt. Daniel was speechless, yet his eyes never left his wife’s hands which were moving down to the bottom of the shirt. Soon, they were pulling it up until exposing just a hint of Emily’s tits.
Daniel watched as Sarah fondled each one tenderly. His cock strained against the confines of his shorts, but he chose not to reach for it. Not yet. Sarah gradually removed Emily’s shirt and resumed caressing the tits.
Daniel was relieved when Sarah told him, “Take off your shorts, hon.”
He pushed down the shorts and boxers, kicking them aside while Sarah moved her hands to the top of Emily’s shorts.
“You too, Michael,” Sarah said to him.
As Michael stripped, Sarah unbuttoned and unzipped her daughter’s shorts. As the shorts fell to the floor, her bare pussy and ass came into view. Daniel was rock hard. Michael was getting there. They both had raging erections by the time Emily was done stripping her mother. The men lifted off their shirts and all four were naked.
Emily kissed Sarah before moving her lips to her mom’s tit. She took in the nipple and then licked it hard. The men watched as Emily put as much of the tit in her mouth as she could, sucking on it while Sarah tilted her head back and moaned. Emily repeated the treatment on the other breast and the nipples glowed a bright pink.
“No sweeter little secrets,” Sarah proclaimed when Emily pulled back. “From now on we’re going to do this right. Whenever and wherever we want, with whomever we want.”
Emily walked to the couch and ran her fingers along the length of Daniel’s cock. She now knew how sweet his cum tasted and how wonderful his thick cock felt inside her pussy. She wanted more of that now.
While Emily climbed onto her father’s lap and prepared to ride his cock, Sarah sat on the couch next to her husband. Michael eagerly moved between her legs and got on his knees. He watched Daniel’s cock disappear inside Emily as she lowered herself onto it. Then Michael turned his attention to Sarah.
He spread her legs and put his face inches from her pussy. Michael licked all around it as a final tease before finding her throbbing clit with his tongue. He savored the sweet juices that already flowed and plunged his tongue deep inside his mother. Sarah writhed with delight when he returned to her clit and attacked it with his tongue and lips.
Daniel’s attention was jointly taken by the scene on the couch next to him and Emily’s luscious body bouncing in his lap. He had hoped for it the day before, but Emily resisted. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Now he had her where he wanted her, and his cock loved it. He gripped her tits and squeezed the nipples, feeling her pussy grip his cock even tighter in response. At times he held her by the ass, appreciating the softness of her cheeks in his hands.
Sarah was whimpering and squirming on the couch while Michael brought her closer and closer to an orgasm. He expertly alternated between licking her clit and sliding his tongue inside her pussy. Sarah clutched at the cushions with both hands, her eyes closed.
Emily smiled triumphantly. There would be no more secret liaisons in THIS family. Her thoughts momentarily switched to her brother, and she pondered what sex with him would be like. Just as quickly, she concentrated again on her pending orgasm thanks to her father’s cock.
Sarah, meanwhile, was not embarrassed that she was about to cum first. She cried out with pleasure and begged Michael for more. She pulled his head closer, and he buried her clit in his mouth.
“Oh God yes!!!” she screamed.
All eyes were on her and her son as Sarah erupted in climax. Her ass rose from the couch, but Michael never lost touch with her pussy.
“Yes. Yes! Yes!!,” Sarah repeated over and over.
That was enough for Daniel to hear. He joined his wife in orgasm by blasting cum into Emily’s receptive pussy. Emily rubbed her clit and felt Daniel’s throbbing cock pound harder into her. As cum dripped over the cock, she came with shuddering intensity and sound. Just as before, her high-pitched squeals confirmed her ecstasy. Daniel delighted in watching her tits bob up and down in rhythm with his final thrusts into her.
It was now Michael’s turn. He pulled his cock out of Sarah and stood over her. It took only a half dozen strokes for several blasts of cum to stream onto her tits and stomach. It collected in a pool between her tits and Sarah used a finger to spread it up onto her nipples. Her pussy reacted to the light touch of her overly tender buds, but she was more than satisfied.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/s1arow/family_vacation