Lae Timberland

DAY FOUR AFTERNOON

Dad and I stood at the kitchen counter, prepping the fish that he and Molly had caught that day for the big pot of cooking oil waiting outside.

"These puppies are huge!" I exclaimed, slicing my knife into the belly of a twenty-inch lake-trout.

Dad smiled proudly, "Thanks, your sister and I caught all of these at Crystal Cove."

I was no stranger to the popular fishing hole. Crystal Cove was Dad's favorite spot on the water, and home to most of his famous fish tales.

"You and I will go back there tomorrow," he said, sounding enthusiastic about it. "We'll catch a bunch more like this, I know the exact lure to use."

When it came to fishing, Dad knew all the tricks. He lived for that stuff and looked forward to this week of non-stop fishing all year long.

Mom overheard my conversation with Dad from across the kitchen and couldn't help but want to give her two-cents. She stepped up behind us and poked her head in between the gap in our shoulders, "What makes you think I'm gonna give him up so easily?" she joked.

Dad turned and chuckled, "Oh, I don't know, I figured the poor boy could use a break from his mama for the day tomorrow."

"Now why would he wanna do something like that?" Mom teased, in a sweet voice, giving my butt a playful pinch.

Just then, the dryer buzzer went off, saving me from having to choose sides. Mom went to switch laundry while Dad and I continued prepping the food for the fryer. After a few minutes, he looked over at me and said, "Would you mind going outside and getting that oil heated up? I can handle all this in here."

It was more of an order than a question, so I willingly obliged. "Sure thing," I nodded, and quickly rinsed my hands off in the sink.

"Do you need a hand with that, Danny?" Mom asked me, walking back into the kitchen.

I was fully capable of completing such a task on my own, but the mischievous smile on her face told me that I should accept her offer.

"Sure," I said.

"Hey, Honey," Mom said to Dad.

"Yeah?" he answered, without turning away the counter, as he was too focused on the task at hand.

"I'll be outside with Danny, holler if you need anything."

"All right, sounds good. I'll be out in about ten minutes or so with these fillets."

"No rush," Mom told him, taking my hand.

I barely got the door closed behind me before Mom attacked me like a wild cougar. Her tongue danced in my throat as we shuffled along the exterior wall of the cabin. I reached down and grasped her ass firmly.

"Mmm," she murmured, then broke the kiss. "You like being dangerous with mommy, don't you?"

"I love it!" I murmured.

"AH-EM," came Molly's feminine voice, from across the deck.

Mom frantically spun out of my arms, "Jesus, Molly!" she gasped, placing a hand over her beating heart, "I didn't even see you there!"

"Having fun?" Molly teased us, cocking an eyebrow over the rim of her aviator sunglasses. She was relaxed in a chaise lounger, sunning herself on the opposite corner of the deck.

"You about gave me a heart attack!" Mom huffed. "You can't sneak up on us like that!"

"You do realize Dad is like, right there, right?" Molly questioned, gesturing at the sliding glass door, where Dad was just a pane of glass away.

The way Molly's chair was angled, only she could see Dad, or anything he was doing inside.

Mom gave Molly a sheepish look like she just couldn't help herself.

"Let me guess," Molly smirked, "you guys want me to be your guys' lookout again?"

"Actually, yeah!" Mom perked up with a renewed smile, "that would be great!"

Molly rolled her eyes, peering through the glass door at Dad, "He's putting fish fillets into a bag...it looks like some kind of powder mix."

I knew the process that went into breading fish for the fryer and determined that we had plenty of time to play before the fillets were ready for hot oil.

"Okay, now he's shaking it," Molly added.

To save us from the wrath of Dad, Mom hurriedly went to the big pot of cooking oil and twisted the burner knob to open. She pressed the ignitor button and flames shot out and began heating the oil, getting it hot and ready for the fish filets. "Warn us when he's coming out here, okay?" Mom instructed Molly, walking back towards me with a saucy grin.

Without warning, Mom squatted to her knees and tugged my shorts down to my knees.

"Mom, are you sure about this?" I asked, worried we were being a little too reckless with Dad in such close quarters.

"We'll be fine, sweetheart," she assured me, grasping my hard dick. "Just relax and let mama take care of this."

Despite my nervousness, her maternal soothing was my personal kryptonite, and I couldn't deny her anything when she spoke to me with such a sweet voice.

She stared me straight in the eyes, feeding me a wicked grin as she stroked the full length of my dick. Her hand twisted around the shaft, adding slight pressure on each up stroke. "Are you gonna feed mommy another gooey treat?"

Molly cocked an eyebrow. "Gooey treat?"..."Mommy?" she questioned, finding the developed love-language between Mom and I a bit silly.

Mom peered over at Molly and saw that she was staring straight at us, "You're not being a very good lookout, young lady!"

"Sorry," Molly laughed, re-checking the window. "He just grabbed a beer...okay now he's putting more fish into that bag of powder mix."

Satisfied with that answer, Mom lifted my dick to my bellybutton and literally slurped one of my balls right into her mouth.

"NGH!!" I shrieked in utter shock, causing Mom to let out a wet, muffled giggle.

I'd never had my balls sucked on before, to say it felt good would be an understatement, it felt AMAZING! Mom's warm tongue tenderly massaged all around my testes, sending shock waves directly into my stomach.

She then took it a notch further by worming her tongue out and tickling the bridge of skin between my ball-sack and asshole.

"Ohh," I moaned at such a wonderful, yet oddly arousing sensation. I even found myself widening my stance to allow her better access. I'd never had a rim job before, but in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to feel her warm tongue violate my backdoor.

Unfortunately, that's not what happened. Instead, she pulled away and looked up at me with glossy eyes. "Did you enjoy that?" she asked me in a sweet voice.

"That felt incredible!" I exclaimed, forgetting to keep my voice down.

She smiled, then peered over at Molly for a status update.

Molly checked the window, "He's digging through the seasoning drawer...okay now he's seasoning the fish."

I knew that if anyone was going to be feeding anyone a 'gooey treat', then we'd better hurry, because Dad was nearing the end of his prep work.

Mom quickly stole back my attention by swallowing my cock into her mouth. She knew time was of the essence, and she sucked with greed, doing everything she could to make me cum before Dad came outside expecting to have a fun family fish-fry.

I let my mind drift off to fantasy land, where instead of Mom's mouth, it was her juicy pussy sliding up and down on my dick, begging me to cum inside her.

Within seconds I was nearing my climax. "Ohhhh," I moaned, "oh fuck, ohhh!"

Mom sucked harder and faster. "Oh fuck, Mom," I groaned, "I'm gonna cum, ohh I'm gonna cum!!"

She didn't let up, and soon, I released an explosion of hot cum into her mouth. I imagined it forcefully spraying the back of her throat.

She backed off a bit and opened her mouth, letting me watch the last two spurts of jizz ooze out onto her tongue.

"Mmm," she murmured, curling her tongue into a bowl to savor the taste before swallowing. She then used her experienced tongue to extract the last few drops of cum trapped in the underside of my dick.

"Dad's coming!" Molly warned.

Mom reluctantly stood to her feet, pulling my shorts up simultaneously. She gave my lips a quick peck just as the sliding glass door began to open.

"Who's ready for a fish-fry?" Dad announced, stepping out onto the deck with a big platter of fish fillets.

"We are!" Mom and Molly cheered in unison.

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That evening we chose to enjoy another family dinner outside on the deck, appreciating all of the sights and sounds of the Rockies. Woodland birds chirped high in the pines, providing a beautiful background music as we scarfed down Dad's famous fried-lake-trout.

Dad talked our ears off all throughout the meal, bragging about all the fun that he and Molly had had out in the boat that day, and judging by the pictures that he was showing us on his phone, it did look like they'd enjoyed each other's company. Each picture was of him or Molly holding up a big catch, with a big bright smile. Dad kept referring to Molly as his 'lucky-charm', which of course made Molly blush and giggle, as only one's lucky-charm would.

"You should've seen her," Dad said proudly, "there we were, about to call it quits for the day, when

who

reels in the biggest catch of the day?"

"ME!" Molly announced, throwing her hand up triumphantly. "I actually out-fished Dad today! Can you believe that?"

"It's true," Dad said, giving credit where credit was due, "Molly was quite the fisher-girl out there!"

"I thought you weren't going to fish today?" Mom asked her.

"I changed my mind," Molly said with a cheeky grin. "Once we got out there, I couldn't help but wanna wrap my hands around a rod again."

Mom and I snickered under our breath at the obvious innuendo. "Well, I'm sure your Dad had the perfect one for you," Mom added.

Again, the innuendo was not lost on anyone except Dad. Yes, this was all very childish. No, we didn't care. It was fun having an inside joke amongst the three of us. Part of me wondered if this is how all our family dinners would go from now on. Would everything just be one big sex-joke?

Dad continued talking, babbling on and on with more tales from the lake, and the more he talked, the more I could tell how much he loved this place. In a weird way, I wondered if I was actually doing him a favor by keeping Mom so distracted. This way he could focus on what he loves most: fishing.

"Anyway, enough about me," Dad said, after realizing he'd been talking about himself almost all evening. He looked over at Mom and me, "How was your guys' day? I see you got your tent set up."

I peered down at our campsite, and couldn't believe how beautiful it looked at that moment in time. The evening sun was setting on the horizon, casting an orange hue out across the lake water. Our tent looked like a romantic hideaway, glowing like a lantern. I smiled knowing that in a few short hours, Mom and I would be bedding down together in that beautiful place.

"It actually went up a lot faster than I remembered," Mom told him.

"Did you guys have any trouble finding it in the shed?"

"No, not really," I answered, "it was up on the top shelf."

As the conversion continued amongst the four of us, the sun lowered in the sky until it had fully disappeared over the horizon, making it too dark for us to see anything, so we brought the party inside, along with our empty plates. Mom and I went to the sink, making quick work of the dishes while Dad flopped down on the couch, exhausted from the day's activities.

"How do I post all these pictures online?" he asked, scrolling through his phone.

Dad was new to social media, and not exactly tech savvy, so Molly giggled and went over to the couch to offer him her assistance.

"Come on, I'll show ya," she told him, extending her hand out and nodding her head in the direction of his bedroom where they'd both have room to lie back comfortably on the bed and go through the pictures together.

"Oh, um, okay," he said, taking her hand and standing to his feet. He peered over at Mom and me at the sink, "Well, I guess I'm off to bed," he chuckled, "night guys."

"Night, Honey," Mom said, blowing him a kiss.

"Night, Dad."

Mom watched and waited for his bedroom door to click shut before she turned and playfully bumped her hip into mine, "We hot tubbin' tonight?"

"Only if we can cuddle after," I quipped, playfully bumping my hip back into hers.

"Oh yeah?" she giggled quietly, reaching up and tickling my waist.

My hands immediately shot up out of the sink water in defense mode. I eyed her vulnerable ribcage and went in for the kill.

She squirmed in delight as my hands tickled her ribs, her waist, then made their way to her chest, copping a feel of her braless boobs through her thin tank top.

"Mmm," she quietly surrendered, letting me freely fondle her mature mammaries.

I appreciated their squishy texture as I hoisted the sag out of them, feeling them softened in my palms. "I absolutely love your boobs!"

"Shh," she giggled, reminding me that Dad was in the next room over.

"Sorry," chuckled, then whispered, "I love your boobs, Mom."

She glanced back at the bedroom door, then took a half step backwards, giving me the universal 'shh' sign, then crossed her arms in front of her torso and swiftly pulled her tank top up and over her head.

"Oh God," I gasped, quietly, watching her naked boobies wobble into place.

She giggled, dropping her tank top to the floor.

I was unable to control my animal-like instincts and dove face first into her cleavage, burying my face in her soft titty-flesh. I reached up and slid her nipples between my fingers and that's when I felt my t-shirt being pulled off. I withdrew my hands and leaned back, letting her quickly pull my shirt off, before diving back in.

"Ohhh," she murmured as she felt my lips latch onto her nipple and began nursing on it like a hungry infant.

I swirled my tongue round and round her areola, making out every bumpy detail, then, suddenly, I felt my shorts being tugged down, so I quickly reached for hers, and together, we stripped each other's pants off right there in the kitchen.

"Mmm...let's take this to the hot tub," Mom said, stepping the rest of the way out of her pants.

I detached from her nipple, and fed her a more than willing smile.

She giggled, then reached down and grasped a firm hand around my swollen shaft. "Come," she ordered in an authoritative voice, tugging on my dick like a leash. She pulled me out onto the deck, leaving our discarded clothes lying on the kitchen floor next to the sink of unfinished dishes.

Out on the deck, Mom snatched her half-empty bottle of wine off the patio table on our way to the tub, then shen released me, ordering me to get in the tub.

I crawled into the water, reclaiming our bench seat for the fourth night in a row.

Mom poured herself a glass of wine then crawled in right after me. "Is that seat taken?" she asked, pointing down at my lap.

"Actually, I was saving it for you," I teased her, then grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down on top of me, causing water to splash up into our giggling faces.

Mom wiggled her naked ass in my lap, which sent a spark straight to my cock and caused it to twitch and pulse. "Mmm...someone's excited," she teased as she felt my naked boner pressing firmly against her ass crack. She reached into the water and pulled her delicious cheeks apart, allowing my dick to slide right in between her buns. "There, that's much better!"

"Mmm, I love your tight ass, Mom."

She playfully clenched her butt, "My tight ass loves you too, sweetie."

I shuddered at the sensation, "God! It feels so good when you do that!"

"You mean this," she teased and did it again.

"Mmm. Mm-hm."

"Do you remember the game we made up this morning?" she asked.

"You mean this game?" I gave her ass a- flex, flex, flex.

"Yep!" she giggled, returning a- clench, clench, clench.

And just like that, our silly game of Simon says went back and forth for the next little while. Each passing turn brought on a more complex sequence, and surprisingly, I was keeping up just fine, until she overloaded my short-term memory with more than it could handle, making her ass go- clench, clench, clench, relax, clench, relax, clench, clench, relax, clench, relax, clench.

"Oh c'mon! How am I supposed to remember all that?"

"You tell me," she teased, enticing me to flex my rod against her ticklish butt-hole.

I grinned, feeding her ass a, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex...

"WRONG!!" she laughed, clamping her tight ass around my shaft like a vice, "You lose!"

"Why, was that not it?"

"Nooo," she giggled. "You're a goof!"

Just then, we heard the sliding glass door open, and out stepped Molly, wearing Mom's skimpy bikini that she'd borrowed for the day.

"BUBBLES!" Mom sang.

Molly quickly reset the bubbles, then climbed into the tub, also reclaiming her seat for the fourth night in a row. She didn't even notice Mom's and my lack of swimwear until she got settled in and finally looked up at us. "Ugh! You guys are insatiable," she laughed.

"What?" Mom grinned innocently, as her tits were jutting out, staring Molly straight in the eyes. "This is what I wore most of the day."

Molly rolled her eyes, then directed a question at me. "Let me guess, you're wearing the same outfit?"

I nodded shamelessly.

Molly just giggled, then said, "speaking of all this nakedness...I saw it today!"

"Saw what?" Mom asked her, scrunching her brow in wonder.

Molly wore a silly smirk and said, "you know, that thing we talked about yesterday."

"Wait, you mean, your dad's..."

"Yep!"

"What!" Mom's eyes widened, "When?"

"In the boat," Molly giggled, recalling the recent memory. "He wasn't hard or anything, and it was only for like a split second."

With an astonished face, Mom motioned for Molly to continue.

"He was standing to pee out of the front of the boat like he always does," Molly explained, grinning at her own cleverness. "I waited 'till he'd finished peeing, then I quickly leaned over for just a peek, which caused the boat to accidentally tilt to one side. Dad fell sideways in his seat, then, BAM, there it was."

"Oh my God, Molly!" Mom chided, failing to hold back an amused smile. "What did he say?"

"Nothing," Molly said, thinking back to the encounter, "other than to apologize a bazillion times. Gosh, you should've seen it, he was so embarrassed."

"I'm sure he was," Mom giggled, picturing Dad's famous deer in the headlights look. "Well, was it everything you imagined it would be?"

Molly blushed.

"I can't believe you actually had the guts to do that!" Mom continued. "You're kind of a little dare devil."

"I know," Molly giggled, "Alyssa was so jealous when I told her."

"Wait..." Mom paused, wondering why Molly would share this information with anyone, "You told Alyssa?"

"Well, yeah, she's my best friend, we tell each other everything."

Mom's eyes widened in horror, but Molly quickly calmed her worries, "Relax, I didn't

everything

about the trip, I just told her about Dad and me in the boat today."

"Oh...okay," Mom seemed relieved, but then asked, "Wait, why would Alyssa be jealous?"

"Mom, Alyssa has had the hots for Dad, for like, ever."

Mom just shook her head giggling. "Truth or dare?"

"Hmm..." Molly considered her options. "Truth."

Mom was quick with a question, "What's your kink?"

Molly scrunched her brow in confusion, "My kink?"

"Yeah," Mom said, then reiterated, "like what's something weird that turns you on? Everyone has one little guilty pleasure."

"You mean like how Danny gets off on your dirty panties?"

Mom giggled, "Yeah, exactly like that."

"Hmm," Molly paused to think about it, "I really like cum. Does cum count?"

"Yeah, that counts, I like cum too," Mom told her.

I knew from my experience earlier that morning of when Mom had talked me into 'trying my own brew', as she called it, that cum didn't actually have much of a flavor. Therefore, Mom's and Molly's kinky love for cum, had to either be a texture thing, or the simple fact that it comes from a man's balls. I chose to believe the latter.