"What were you thinking?" yelled John, "I can't believe I raised a son that would break the law like that."
John and his son Nate drove back from the county courthouse in John's Aston Martin DB9.
"I'm sorry," was a Nate could mumble. Bad enough what he did, then the fact he got caught and his parents then found out about it made it worse.
"And with your sister none the less. What is wrong with you two? You're just lucky I'm a lawyer and I knew the judge," John continued to yell at Nate who just hung his head down.
"It's not like we did anything too bad?" replied Nate.
"Not too bad? You were caught trying to use fake ID's to enter a downtown nightclub. For what? Obviously to drink." John felt a bit hypocritical. He remembered when he was younger and would use his brother, Jason's, ID. But that was in the day when they didn't have pictures on their licenses, nor the fancy barcodes that verified whether the ID was even legit or not. John knew the night clubs had the ability to use the barcodes, but never really expected them to go past looking at the picture and actually use them, let alone on the day his son and daughter try to get in using a fake. He wondered where they even got them but right now he was happy his son got off, but also had to put on his stern and angry face as to convey a point to his son.
"I'm still pissed Stacey got off. It's only because she's a hot girl."
"Well, according to the bouncer he only checked your ID with the scanner."
"That's bullshit! I saw him check them both but when the police came he only reported me. So fucking gay."
"You're right, she is lucky that she is an attractive young female but you shouldn't be mad she didn't get in trouble. She's your sister and you should be happy you took the fall for her."
"Yeah, you're right," said a defeated Nate. It was only 10 am and it already was a long exhausting day.
They continued to drive home. As they pulled into their neighborhood John decided to ask Nate something that had been bothering him ever since they got caught. "Nate, I have to ask you something. When you two decided to get fake ID's, why did you choose them to be husband and wife?"
"I don't know. We thought it might help our story, I guess."
It still bothered John. Ever since that night a month ago when his wife came back to bed after sucking Nate off John has thought of Nate in a different light. He was his son, but he was also like this stranger to him. Since then he didn't think his wife had gone back to Nate, her son, but he still was on edge and then the fact that Nate had pretended to be married to Stacey, his daughter, Nate's sister. It just all seemed to weird and sickening to John.
At least it was supposed to. He knew he should feel something, and he did feel weird. He knew what Nate and his mother did was wrong, and it should have sickened him, but it didn't, far from it. In fact, he had never seen anything hotter than when Jenny came into to bed wearing her son, in a matter of speaking. And now on top of that the idea of Nate and Stacey being 'married' and doing what married people do, which is to have sex, made John feel other things. He was again turned on, though he knew he shouldn't be, to be honest he knew he shouldn't even think about his son with his very beautiful, and well formed, sexy, angel faced daughter having... There he went again, thinking bad thoughts, but they weren't bad, he thought, they were hot. And then John felt a sudden rush of jealousy wash over him as he pictured his son mounted on top of his daughter as she moaned out in ecstasy. At that moment he hated Nate. Then Nate's face flashed to his own as he pumped into his daughter.
"Dad!" yelled Nate.
"What do you want you little shit," hollered back an angry John as he snapped out his incestuous day dream.
"God, I already apologized about using the fake. I learned my lesson. I won't do it again. However, we drove past our house." Sometimes Nate wondered if his dad knew about him and his sister, or worse, him and his mom. He thought the three of them had a pretty good pact and have remained pretty tight lipped but maybe he found out.
"Sorry, Nate, I've just been a little stressed out with work," John hated using work as an excuse. Truth be told, work was going great. But he couldn't tell Nate the truth, never in a million years, he couldn't tell anyone.
John turned around and pulled up the driveway and into the garage of the house.
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"Oh my God mom... Oh FUCK. That feels so good." Jenny just continued to eat out her daughter's deliciously sweet pussy for the second time that morning.
"Oh. Oh god... just a little... bit... oh... more... I'm so close... so fucking good. OH GOD!" groaned Stacey as she arched her back of the bed and grounded her pussy on her mother's face. "OH shit, mom... I'm cumming..." she finally came, drenching Jenny's face in her sweet girl nectar.
"Stace, you are by far the best tasting thing ever."
"That's what Nate keeps telling me. I mean, I've tasted myself but you mom, you taste great."
"Good must be in the genes then. Must be what Nate tastes so good too." The two giggled as they repositioned so Jenny could receive her second eating of the morning.
"Who tastes better, Nate or Dad?" asked Stacey as she began to probe the warm fleshy folds of her mother.
"Oh, you are a dirty girl. That's tough. Both taste good. Nate's cock not only tastes good but so does his seed. Now you're father, since he's older his cock still tastes good but his cum is a little thicker and saltier, especially if he's had a few beers in the day."
Stacey stopped for a moment, "wait, what a guy drinks affects how he tastes?"
"Oh sure, that's why I have Nate eat plenty of fruit every morning and only drink pineapple juice."
"Really? What they eat affects how they taste too? Huh, I have noticed that's all he has had for breakfast for the past few weeks. Does he know that's why he has to eat it?"
"Sure, I told him. Because of it he actually eats more than I expected. I wish your father would take a page out of Nate's book."
"It really makes that much of a difference?"
"Oh yeah, you'll have to try for yourself one day."
"Oh, that's dirty. How slutty would that be for me to suck and swallow daddy."
"Not much different than eating your mother's pussy. Now back to work, young lady, I feel the need to cum." They laughed and Stacey immediately found herself buried in her mother's snatch.
"Stacey, oh you are so good. You learn well... and fast. Oh god... Oh... Un, em.. uh... oh. Oh. Oh god. Here I cum, baby. Keep going! FASTER!" Just as Jenny hit her climax, Stacey heard footsteps coming up the back stairs.
"Oh god, that was good Stace. But why'd you stop?"
"Shit..."
"What?" Asked a very relaxed Jenny who was fingering herself out of her orgasm.
"I think they are home from court already."
"Oh shit," said Jenny as both of them quickly got up and began scrambling about. They soon found themselves in a problem. They had started this morning in the family room, on the couches. There in two piles was their clothes. And now they were up a flight of stairs, half a house away in Jenny's room with no clothes to throw on.
