I woke up to the sound of the shower. Light was spilling in from the sides of the curtains in the hotel room and my eyes slowly adjusted as the fog of sleep cleared from my mind. The fog of my daughter, creeping through the adjoining door, watching me explore her naked mom. The haze of my wife, unable to reach an orgasm, asking me to slip to the floor so she could pleasure herself. The dark cloud of taking my daughters virginity, on the floor, while her mom masturbated in the bed next to us.
Sure, my wife Beth and I had a little fun talking about the size of our daughters well-proportioned breasts, Beth talking jealously of them and their banana shape. And perhaps we went a little far talking about how we each wanted to enjoy them, fantasizing about how we would molest them. But, if my wife, if Sarah's mom, would have realized what was actually going on - that I had unlocked our joining hotel doors because of some oil time on the beach with Sarah - then the fun would have become an instant hell.
It wasn't what I intended, surprised to see that Sarah had taken the chance and slipped in. That, instead of peeking through a cracked door, she would be masturbating on the hotel floor next to us. When I found myself kicked out of bed and lying on her, under the comforter on the floor, the excitement from the day just took over. Sarah allowed it and so I took advantage of a young, curious teenager. The list of curious girls was long, and Sarah wouldn't be the last, and she certainly wasn't the first. But, the list was much shorter when you consider I was her father.
The shower turned off and after a moment, my wife came in with a towel wrapped around her body. Seeing that I was up, Beth walked over to the curtains and pulled them open. Then, she strolled over to the bed and crawled up next to me. Her blonde hair was frazzled from her towel drying, creating a wild, sexy look. Despite being over 40, Beth had a youthful appearance with pale, wrinkle free skin. Her blue eyes shined as she smiled at me.
"Well...hello mister...did too much bunny time wear you out last night?"
I looked at the clock. It was a little after 9am and Beth was getting ready to leave for her day at the Speech Pathology conference. It was the reason for our family vacation in Florida. I stretched my eyes, looking at Beth, regret flooding over me for the events of the previous night. How was I going to spend the day with Sarah? I feigned being tired and closed my eyes, fearful they might say more than I wanted. Beth lay on top of me, kissing my my cheeks, drawing a response out of me.
"More like not enough..."
I felt Beth kneel over me, moving away. There was a slight rustling, so I opened my eyes with a squint, curious. Beth had removed her towel, keeling her mothers body over my hips. Her breasts hung low, decorated with large dark nipples left over from days of nursing. A soft white stomach, slightly paunched, folded into her body as she relaxed. Her heavy, dark bush glistened from the fresh shower, wild and unkempt.
"Well...you sure sounded like you were having fun down there last night..."
I smiled at her nakedness, inspecting her. Beth let her body be observed, age having removed very little of the beauty from her face. It made the intimate exposure of her body so much more erotic. I looked at the folds of her vagina bulging out between her legs as she sat.
"I'd rather have time with Betsy any day..."
If Beth ever got the impression that I enjoyed masturbation more than sex, she would have pushed me off the bed more often. I wasn't an idiot, despite some of my past efforts to prove otherwise. Beth looked at the clock and got up, realizing she was a bit behind schedule. She purposefully twisted her bottom towards me, full, round, and as white as her stomach. The dimples at the bottom of her back winked at me as the well defined crease of her bottom smiled.
"I thought you wanted some bunny time tonight..."
Beth disappeared back into the bathroom, leaving the door open. The hair dryer started and lulled me back to sleep, naked under the covers. My mind danced over visions of Beth, bent over, naked before me, letting me explore her under bright lights with probing fingers. Sarah stood beside us, naked, boobs twice her normal size and shape. She leaned in to kiss me as her mom lay before me. My eyes opened. Beth had returned. My brief fantasy ended. Her hand ran into the blanket, feeling my hardness.
"Looks like you're waking up..."
Beth was dressed in her long, slender skirt with a pale blue v-neck sweater. Blonde hair sat on top of her head in a business like bun, with strands floating over her forehead. It was her sexy school outfit, one that she had worn to bed several times. It usually ended up with her sweater pushed up over her chest, bra pulled low, and skirt pushed up to her stomach. It was a cruel way to leave me. She knew it.
"My favorite outfit...are you sure you can't stay?"
Beth stood, looking down at me. She smiled at the acknowledgement, happy that I noticed. It was clearly intentional. After letting me look, she turned around and walked towards the door. Beth bent down top pick up her bag. Pausing, she lifted the back of her skirt, exposing her white bottom. She was not wearing any underwear!
"Oh...I'll be back."
With that final visual, Beth stood and opened the door. The mother in her could not be buried completely, despite all of our sexual banter.
"Just let Sarah sleep. And, not too much beach time."
The door was shut. Beth was gone. I lay alone, erection in my hand. Visions of Beth, bending over her desk in the school, wearing her outfit. I was pulling down her panties, looking at the playground out her window. The V neck was pulled down, her breasts swaying beneath her. She let me spread open her butt. I pulled out my glistening erection, dragged it high, and started to press into her anus.
My eyes closed and as I fantasized about Beth, my mind kept returning to the vision of our naked daughter crawling on the floor back to her room. Sarah's white naked butt seemed to light up the room, but thankfully, Beth never noticed. I began to worry that Sarah would have severe regrets about our day at the beach and our night on the floor. Worry took over, and my hardness quickly disappeared. I figured a shower was in order.
The hot water helped ease my mind and body. I sat on the small bench in the corner, letting the endless supply of hot hotel water cascade over my head. It was drowning all thoughts and emotions. In here, Sarah could not confront me about what I did to her. I looked down at my penis, thinking about how it sprayed semen into Beth's womb years ago to conceive Sarah. Now, over 18 years later, my semen was floating inside Sarah's womb. As it hung between my legs my penis seemed to be grinning wryly at me.
I heard a door open. It had been at least a half an hour since Beth left, and I figured she came back for some reason. I sat still in the shower, wondering if she would walk in, almost hopeful. My penis shuttered at the potential teacher outfit sex in the shower. After a moment, the door to our room slammed shut. I turned off the shower and dried off.
"Beth? Are you back?"
No answer. I threw down the towel and grabbed an oversized hotel robe. Opening the door to the bathroom, I walked out and looked around. There was nobody. I guess Beth just made a quick entrance and exit for whatever she needed. I moved onto the bed and sat back against the headboard, grabbing my phone and tv remote from the bedside table. A little Sudoku would make for a relaxing morning. If I only had the energy to make some coffee, I would have been in hotel heaven.
As I turned on the tv our door opened again. I looked up, wondering what in the world Beth could be doing with all of this back and forth. Instead, my eyes locked on Sarah, smiling, holding a tray with coffee and donuts. There was not a hint of regret or concern in her eyes. She had the same glow I saw years ago when picking her up from school. She was happy to see her dad.
"Hi dad...I got us some coffee."
Sarah was wearing a pair of black yoga pants with a loose fitting, light blue v-neck t-shirt. Her blue eyes smiled at me as she placed the the tray on the bed. Unable to control myself, I briefly glanced at the flowing shirt displaying the swooping breasts. Breasts that Sarah had let me molest the previous day. It was clear her morning outfit did not include a bra. I almost expected her tits, her "banana tits" as Beth called them, to spring free. Instead, they remained gently encased in the soft fabric, nipples vaguely outlined.
"Wow...thanks honey...I didn't know you were up?"
I put in an exaggerated, happy tone to my voice. Sarah looked at me with a twinkle, most likely having caught my attempt to peek at her boobs. She let the brief inspection pass without any change of expression. Sarah slipped onto the bed and moved the tray between us. She sat cross legged facing the tv.
"Yea. I woke up early. It's so nice out. What are you watching?"
Sarah grabbed her coffee and held it with two hands, facing the tv. Apparently we were in the middle of what looked like one of the typical action movies. I was too busy paying attention to the fit of Sarah's chest, now pushing into her soft t shirt, to figure out which one. The ridge of her areolas bubbled against the soft blue material. I looked at Sarah's profile, seeing her mom clearly in the little girl face.
