I was too busy staring at my father's hairy muscular chest and almost missed my mom's response. "Well," she said hesitantly, "we are all family, and it's not like underwear is different from wearing a bikini." She licked her lips hesitantly and my sister was staring at her, first at our mother's eyes and then, I swear, at her tits.
"Well, that is true," Mary said eventually and looked at our father and then at me, then back at our mother. Then she crossed her arms in front of her, grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing her white bra, straining over her huge tits. It was cotton with little blue flowers and had become almost sheer with her sweat. My eyes almost bugged out of my head as I stared at the dark shapes of her areolae and nipples, which were rock hard, tenting the fabric.
Following suit, our mother reached behind her back and pulled the zipper of her dress down to her waist. Then she was pulling it completely off, revealing not only her own white lacey bra but matching white panties. They were snug over her hips and I could see the dark shadow of her bush between her lovely, shapely pale legs. "You look hot," she said to me, not meeting my eyes, making me start before I realized she meant my temperature. "You should take off your shirt and," she paused and licked her lips. "Your jeans." Her gaze dropped further.
I pulled off my shirt to reveal my skinny chest and both my sister and my mother stared at it. Surprised, I realized my dad was staring too. I didn't think I could take off my jeans with my big boner but my dad was pulling his pants off over his feet and I saw that he had a big boner in his boxers just like me. Next to me, Mary undid her jeans and pulled the skintight denim off her pale legs, so like our mother's, to reveal her own panties, white with blue flowers, tight. I could see the shadow between her legs but not as much as I could see mom's. And I could see they were wet at the crotch and not just from sweat. We'd been taught in school that girls got wet when they got aroused.
We all went back to our reading and homework. It was Mary who sighed this time. "It's still too hot," she said. "Can I take off my bra?"
Mom looked up at her, panic in her eyes, then at dad and me. We were studying our books but there was no way that either of them could miss our erections. "Well, I guess we are all family," my mom, apparently the bra police, said, "and my chest is so sweaty." Almost in unison, the two women reached back and unhooked their bras, then pulled them off. For only the second time in my life, at least that I remembered, I saw boobs. And they were glorious. Mary's were big and perky, perkier than mom's, but mom's were bigger than Mary's. They hung like four moons in the sky, shining at me, their nipples staring at me. Both women looked down at their own reading material, cheeks glowing red with embarrassment. My jaw had dropped and I was staring, but my dad was just surreptitiously looking back and forth at the two women. He cleared his throat, and I realized he was telling me to stop with the staring.
I looked down at my book. I decided it was my turn. "My, um, that is, my, uh, my boxers are so hot. I think they could use some air," not saying that "they" were my cock and balls. I waited.
"Well, mine are too," my dad said, not looking at anybody as he pulled off his boxers while I pulled off mine. His pelvis and legs were harrier than mine but our cocks were practically exact replicas, eight inches long and thick, thicker than I'd seen in porn magazines, and rock hard, clear fluid dripping from the tips. Nobody said anything about it.
"What's good for the goose is good for the gander," mom said with forced brightness, and started slipping off her panties. Mary joined her and they slipped their underwear off to reveal their bare bushes, black in mom's case, blonde in Mary's.
"Well, that feels better," Mary said. "I was so wet," then realized what she was saying, and finished, "from sweating. It's so hot." We all murmured assent. I was staring again, at their shapely legs, my eyes moving up to their thighs, wide but narrowing to their slim waists. Mom's belly was soft but flat while Mary's was more muscular under the softness. I was almost overcome by the sight of my mother, my sister, even my father, all naked. I wondered if my cock would go off without being touched.
Getting Ready for Marriage
"Kids," mom said hesitantly, looked at our father, then back at us. "I've been thinking. It's 1987 and there's certain, um, expectations when one gets married." The rest of us looked at our mother. Completely naked, we could see that she was blushing from her forehead all the way down her face and her chest. Even the top half of her tits were red. She hesitated, then continued on. "When we got married," mom gestured at dad, "it was expected that neither one of us would be experienced sexually. Now, though, it's the opposite. You should know what you're doing in the bedroom before your wedding night."
Dad finally caught on. "Ah, yes, your mother is right. The last thing we, as your responsible parents, should allow is for you to get married without first having learned how to, um, uh," he hesitated, looking for the right word, then just went for it, "have sex."
"Joe's a virgin!" Mary called out.
"No, I'm not!" I shot back, lying.
"Now, now," my mother continued, her nervousness mysteriously gone. "It's good to know where we're starting from."
"That's right," my father said, though he seemed more nervous. "It's good to know where to start." He got up and sat on the same couch as Mary and gestured me to sit on mom's. "So," he said. "Let's start with kissing."
I kind of hesitated and fumbled but mom moved in and smashed her lips into mine. I opened my mouth. I'd only French kissed at parties so this was exotic. My mother tasted sour, like old wine, but her tongue in my mouth excited me and I curled mine around hers. I had my eyes closed and reached my hands to feel the soft bare flesh of her back. As our tongues worked and our heads wound back and forth like dancing snakes, she gently pushed one of my hands down onto her bare ass. It was soft and round and electricity swept through my body at the feel of it, centered in my groin. Then she slid my other hand around from her back until it was on her breast. It was too big for the whole thing to fit in my hand. The soft curve gave way to my touch as she squeezed my hand on her breast. She squeezed my thumb and finger together against her hard nipple, the feeling making her sigh into my mouth. One of my hands on her ass and the other on her breast, she gently held my shoulder with one of her hands and gently caressed my hard, aching cock with the other. Her hand felt like a feather on the shaft of my pulsating, aching member. It lasted forever and not long enough before my mother broke our kiss.
She sat panting, looking at me, and I stared again at her magnificent curvaceous body, now covered with sweat. Remembering we weren't alone, I looked over to see that Mary and dad were looking over at us, both of them breathing hard, sweating as well. My father swallowed and then, finally said, "Everything good so far?"
Mary and I were suddenly sheepish, looking around fretfully. Mary's hands started to creep to cover herself. "Well," dad said, obviously soldiering on past some inhibition, "let's see the two of you do it so, um, your mother and I can make certain that you do it right." Before I could stop myself or say anything, I got up and took dad's place on the couch as he went back to his chair. Mary and I looked at our parents and then leaned in. While mom's mouth had tasted sour, Mary's tasted like juicy fruit. I thought she must have been chewing gum and it must still be in her mouth somewhere. My tongue sought it, digging at her tongue and her cheeks while hers caressed mine. Remembering where mom had put my hands, I grabbed her big ass, firmer than mom's but just as round, then grabbed a tit, also firmer though not as big. She just kissed me back and let me feel her up, her hands on my ass like soft exhilarating satin sheets. I could feel both our regrets as my sister and I broke our very incestuous kiss. Our parents were staring at us. I thought that somehow dad's cock looked harder. Mom's nipples were rock hard and her clit, peeking under her bush, looked swollen and red.
"Sometimes," my father said, and then licked his lips, "you can learn something from an unexpected source." We all knew what he meant and, somehow, we also knew what was going to happen. He took Mary's place and grabbed me by the back of the head and pulled me in. He crushed my lips against his and our tongues were at war. I couldn't taste so much as swallow to keep him from overcoming my mouth with his tongue. He grabbed my cock firmly with his hand, coarse on the sensitive skin, and I grabbed his as well, the flesh soft yet iron hard in my own hand. Neither of us closed our eyes but watched my sister and mother out of the corners of them as they, eyes closed, also kissed. Theirs was deep and tender, their hands roaming all over each other's bodies. Dad and I broke our kiss and just watched them while we held each other's cock in a vice grip. The girls finally came up for air and looked over at us, smiling. I noticed now how hard Mary's nipples were, how swollen and red her own clit had become underneath her blonde bush. She was obviously matching mom in her excitement.
The girls smiled at us and we stared at them with a predatory gaze. "Come here, Joe," mom called. "Let me show you what that tongue is really for." I switched places with my sister as my mom lay back and pulled my head to her pussy.
"Lick the clit," dad said to me, "the knob there." Then, after waving vaguely in my direction, he had his face in my sister's pussy as she lay back on the couch. I was licking the hell out of my mom's clit. Dad came up for air to say, "Lick the alphabet on it," then went back to Mary's pussy. Mom's pussy tasted much like her mouth, a little sour, but I didn't care. Her black bush was tickling my nose and I loved that. "Put your fingers in her," dad said between licks. "At least three in your mom's pussy. The fourth can go there or in her asshole," then Mary pushed her father's head back down into her pussy.
"You just lie back and enjoy yourself," mom said to my sister. My attention was focused on her cunt and, in addition to licking her, I had three fingers inside that hot, wet passage. "Oh, yes, Joe," she said, almost starting to sing. "Just like thaaaaatttt!" she said as I got my little finger into her asshole. Her hips came up off the couch, straining up. I followed them, licking her clit the whole time, fingering her pussy.
I could hear Mary squealing, "Daddy! Daddy! Oh my God, daddy!"
Once the girls had finished orgasming dad and I sat up. I was lightheaded. Mom also sat up and looked at my cock with a measured eye. "Our turn," she said, and got on her knees in front of me. She looked over shoulder at her daughter. "Wrap your lips around your father's cock," she said nastily, "and suck. And whatever you do, don't stop sucking. Anything that comes out, you swallow." I could hear Mary squeak. I was certain she'd sucked somebody's cock, but our father was being so aggressive. "And you," my mother said, looking up at me defiantly, "you're going to pop as soon as I touch this loaded gun. But I remember what it was like to have a boyfriend your age, so I'm not going to stop."
"Oh, son," dad said and I looked over at him. "Grab them by the head," he said and palmed my sister's blonde head, "or you can take a fistful of hair," and he demonstrated that, squeezing it and pulling Mary's head slightly back, "or use both hands," and he put both hands behind her head. "Push and pull that head however you want it to go. And don't be gentle," he said lasciviously. "Isn't that right, dear?"
Still looking into my eyes, my mother answered him, "That's right, dear." Then to me, "Fuck your mother's mouth." Then she wrapped her lips around my cock and sucked. Just as she had predicted, I exploded right then and there. I didn't need to be told, I grabbed a fistful of black hair in each hand and slammed my mother's head down while my hips thrust up. My cum was shooting into her mouth and she was gagging and coughing through her nose but her lips remained sealed; the suction never stopped. She swallowed my cum while I looked down the ramp of her bare back to the curve of her big bare ass. I relented and reached down and grabbed one big tit. My mom kept sucking, her head bobbing up and down with just the slightest pressure from my hand.
I wrapped my legs around her body and squirmed from the intensity of the sensation on my freshly milked cock head. It had become so sensitive. "Nnnnnn..." I groaned and finally pulled the sucking woman off me.
"Okay, son," my dad yelled jubilantly, "let's move on to the next lesson." He pulled my sister Mary's head off his own cock and flipped her around and over so she was bent over the coffee table in front of him. "Your mom knows this is the best position," he said and mom turned in my hands and bent herself over the coffee table. I looked at her big white ass and, when my dad slapped my sister's ass, I slapped my mom's. She lay her head on her arms on the table. "The way to prevent pregnancy," he practically yelled as he reached between Mary's legs, "is to grab a big bunch of cunt juices," and he held up his fingers with clear goo between them. I reached into my mom's pussy and grabbed a bunch of her juices. She was so wet. "And rub your cock with it to lube it up." He was obviously rubbing and I did the same. "Then you stick your cock head up against her puckered asshole." He was guiding his cock to Mary and I guided my cock to my mother's asshole.
"Relax and push back against it when it comes, dear," my mom interjected to my sister.
"And shove it in," my dad said with a thrust of his hips. Something about his tone seemed off, even more off than one would expect when engaging in incest for the first time.
