I won the lottery. Not just any lottery, THE lottery. The annual interest alone would be more than I had made in my entire working life. The kind of money that would make it possible for my family not to work for several generations, if properly handled, and I was in the business of handling money. Before, though, it was other people's money.
My wife and kids and I sat down to decide what to do. "We could live anywhere we wanted" my oldest son Mike suggested. He is 20, Brian is 19, and little Amy is 18.
"Well, that's true. Where would you like to live?" I asked, looking first at my wife then the kids.
After much discussion, we decided to buy a motorhome, and drive around the country. We could take a family vacation, and find the ideal place to settle down. We had several places we wanted to visit for sure, and if we found a better place while driving between, we could just stay there.
We wanted to see Florida, Texas, Arizona, Northern California, and Washington state. for sure. There are a lot of stops in between them so first stop, Los Angeles.
We decided to start there because the family had never been to Disneyland. Also Los Angeles would have dealerships for the high end motorhome we wanted, and of course my wife and daughter wanted to shop Rodeo Drive.
At Disney, we had three suites in the best hotel in the park. One for the boys, one for Amy, and one for my wife and I. The kids are a little old for some of the attractions there, but we all had a marvelous time. After two days at Disney, Mary, my wife, took the kids shopping and I went in search of what would be our home for a while.
I had no idea motorhomes had gotten so fancy, and expensive. I bought one that had plenty of room for the five of us, and more if we had company. It came with all the latest technology, and features you would expect on something that cost that much. It has expandable sides and rear, and a pair of notepads that control all the electronics, security, and maintenance issues. The salesman even spent a good part of the day teaching me to drive it.
I felt so strange, parking it at Walmart, to load up on all the gear we would need to start our adventure. It seems like I bought half the store, too.
"Holy Shit Dad." was all Brian, my middle child, had to say.
"Can I drive it Dad" was Mike's first thought.
Mary and Amy just eyed it suspiciously. After twenty one years of marriage, I know what my wife was thinking. WTF.
The first sign of trouble came while heading north on highway 1. The stereo was on and Mary was fixing a snack in the kitchen, while the boys were playing with their phones. Amy was sitting slightly behind me and to my right, in a swivel chair, painting her toes. She was wearing one of her new skirts, and what appeared to be thong underwear. With her foot on the seat, her charms were quite visible.
When I first noticed, I damn near drove off the road. I didn't say anything to her. I guess that makes me a dirty old man, not to mention a shitty father. Instead I just enjoyed the view.
She was bobbing her head to the music, and swinging to and fro in the swivel chair. The thin band of material that passed from the front to the back of her thong, was splitting her pussy lips. When she swiveled, her legs parted slightly, causing her pussy to 'wink' at me.
It had been a long time since I had seen a girl as young as she in the nude. I was instantly hard. What the hell was I doing, perving on my own daughter? I just couldn't take my eyes off her pussy. It was beautiful.
I had to pull over before I killed us all. About then, Mary said something to Amy, so she swiveled around to answer. I saw both boy's eyes drawn immediately to their sister's pussy. Mike caught my eye, and grinned, then nodded toward Amy's pussy. He licked his lips and wiggled his eyebrows at me. I nodded back in agreement, that is one tasty looking pussy.
Mary either didn't notice, or didn't care, that Amy was displaying her wares. After all, we're family, right? They carried on their conversation, while the boys were becoming obviously excited. Both boys stood, and adjusted their crotches. Brian went to the toilette, Mike came over to chat with me.
While he was standing in front of me, crotch at eye level, I noticed something else. Mike is very well hung. I guess I had been too busy working these past few years, and just hadn't been in a situation to notice. I mean, he is really hung.
"Did you see that Dad? She was showing us her pussy." Mike whispered.
"I doubt she was showing us on purpose, Mike. She was just painting her toes, and got distracted."
"God, it was pretty. Do you think she is still a virgin?"
"As far as I know she is. I agree though, that is one attractive pussy. It reminds me of your mother's at that age."
"Shit Dad, Mom is still hot. I'd do her in a second." Suddenly my erection was even harder. I had long harbored the desire to see Mary with another man. Though I doubt she would sleep with her own son, still the thought of it was a major turn on.
We found a good place to park, and had dinner and a lot of booze. The kids went for a walk to a nearby beach, while Mary and I headed to the bedroom.
As I tried to ravage my wife she asked "What's gotten into you?"
"Our daughter... she was exposing herself all day." I said as I suckeled
her nipple. "Her pussy looks just like yours." I moved my hand down to play with her clit.
"So, you noticed that, did you. Her brothers certainly did."
"I think Mike wanted to fuck her right then and there. That's another thing, have you noticed how large Mike has grown?"
"Uh... yes, dear I have."
"He also mentioned how hot you are. He actually said he'd do you." I slid inside her welcoming hole. "Umm, just as tight as when you were 19." she was really starting to get into it. "Would you have fucked Mike if he was your boyfriend back then?" I asked, fueling my fantasy.
"Yes I did...uh I mean I would."
I came almost instantly. Was that a Freudian slip? Was she just toying with my fantasy? You can never tell with women.. they like fucking with men's heads.
I was still in her, but my dick was starting to recede. I just stared at her, trying to decipher her expression. She looked like she just got caught shoplifting. Guilty and scared.