Fuck Mountain Ch 05

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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All characters are over 18.

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"Ready Kids?" I ask my son and daughter as we check into our room at Fuck Mountain.

"We sure are!" They ecstatically reply.

"First let's get ready and then we'll be all ready to do Fuck Mountain in style! Emphasis on the do!" Shouts my daughter.

What a good girl she is. I turn to my wife and give her a smile. Aren't we so lucky to have raised such wonderful children who accept us sexually? I know my wife is, she just loves licking her daughter's sweet cunny juices while her son pounds her from behind. I can't say I blame her cause I'm usually in my daughter's mouth while it happens.

So we put our stuff in our rooms, you know the whole deal, and then get ready to venture out. We know where we're venturing. Our first family fuck at Fuck Mountain has to be in style. So we're heading to a very special area of Fuck Mountain called The Fuck Zone.

We walk all the way there, the details of the walk are unimportant, and we enter. People fucking galore. Everyone's naked and fucking, what a beautiful sight. But who says we can't add anything more to it. I look at my daughter and she looks at me. My wife does the same thing with my son.

And so off we go. We all take off our clothes. me and my son's dick are already hard. Classic. I position myself right in front of my daughter's vag and my son does the same thing with his mom. And we have contact. My penis is in my daughter's vagina and man does it feel good. What a great way to start off our trip to Fuck Mountain.

"Hold up," says one stranger. "It looks like you all are related, is this true?"

"Yes we are," I reply. "That's why we're here at Fuck Mountain, so we can fuck out in the open."

"But you can't do that at Fuck Mountain! Incest is illegal here!"

"But I thought we were in the state of Alabama."

"No, Fuck Mountain is in the state of Colorado. You're thinking of Fuck Swamp."

"Ah really? Dammit!"

Well that's a limp dickening moment right there. Anyway the cops come to arrest us. They at least allow us the dignity of putting our clothes on before putting us in the cop car.

They put us in separate cars. Think this might be the last I see of my children, not sure about my wife. As I sit there I start wondering if what I did was wrong. I love my kids and I love sex. Seems like they would mix well together. Me and my wife even waited till they were over 18 too.

At jail I receive a psychological evaluation. I tell the person examining me that everything was consensual and that I love my kids. The person tells me that though my role as a father was to love them, that role did not include physically loving them. It was inappropriate of me to be the one to introduce them to sex, they should have gone out into the world and found their sexual partners there. Now that I took that opportunity away from them I may have developmentally scarred them for the rest of their lives. Whoops, now do I have egg on my face.

I am able to see my wife one last time before we both go away. I tell her that I realize what we did to our kids was not ok. She agrees with me. Neither of us are not exactly sure what has become of our kids, we assume they're in some psychological program. We both agree that when we are released we will do whatever we can to make up for what we have done, even if that means staying away from our kids forever.

My lawyer gets me a plea deal for two years, maybe some time off for good behavior. Looks like I'm about to see the prison industrial complex first hand.

I go through everything and I'm placed in my cell. Suddenly a taller than 6 foot muscular black man comes to join me. "Hey there sugar," he says. "I know that it can be scary when you first get here. That's why I thought I might offer you protection... For a price."

I know where he's going with this and I figured this would probably happen "I will offer you one sexual encounter every two weeks. I will only do hand or mouth stuff. If you fail to protect me I will offer my services to a man who can who will then bring retribution on you."

"Done," he says shaking my hand. I shake his hand and get to sucking.

"Not too quick now. I like it slow to start," he says. I acquiesce and go slow. I don't want him to end our deal.

As I suck this tall black man's hard on, I think how it all came to me learning how to suck dick properly. I made a lot of mistakes along the way. If only I had never started fucking my kids. If only I had gone to Fuck Swamp instead of Fuck Mountain.