This is the story of how two fairly normal parents all of a sudden want to fuck their daughter.
This story contains incest, Mother/son, and Father/daughter sex. If you don't like that kinda stuff, go to the next story.
None of these characters are below 18 and I do not condone having sex with minors.
Main Characters in this part.
Me, Steve, 42 today, but in the preliminary story I am 20
Katey, 38, my wife, but she will join us in the future part.
Annie, 19, she will also join us in the future part.
My friends, Andy and Jason, 20 as well as I in the preliminary story.
Linda, My Mom, 40, in the preliminary story
Remember that English is not my first language so pleases oversee grammatical fuckups or misspellings, but focus on the story.
I hope you can follow me the whole way, there are a lot of present time, but also past memories.
Anyway, here we go.
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Present time:
Both my daughter Annie and my wife were finally dressed, Katey wore a very attractive and colorful, gypsy style, flowing skirt with a pale beige, lacy blouse, she looked so pretty and I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. Her large dark areoles showed through the thin fabric, topped with hard, pink nipples against the lacy blouse. The hem of her flowing was past her knees. Katie had her golden-tan legs crossed and was swinging her bare foot up and down, as she sat on her lounge chair, her hazel eyes glowing, with a very sexy smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
Sitting next to her was my nineteen-year-old daughter, Annie, similarly dressed in a gypsy skirt;
I also could see the hint of her dark areoles through her sheer yellow, lacy blouse. Her breast looked really nice, but still smaller than her mother's.
She looked just as pretty and sexy as her mother did, only 20 years younger. I noticed the way my daughter looked at me from lowered, bashful eyes, a small smile playing about her pouty lips. I liked it, but I was a bit confused.
Glancing at my wife, I tried to understand their matched, but not paired expressions. Was my daughter really growing up this fast, did she really have the desire to make love with me?
Was Katie right... should we really do this? I would be less apprehensive, if I knew what mother and daughter had already freely shared.
"Hey Steve... come join us. Annie has something she wants to ask you. Go ahead... Honey," my wife urged her blushing daughter.
Annie drew back into her lounge chair and brought up her bare feet, she curled up into a fetal position, still looking at me with shy and very bashful brown eyes. They were down cast and she began to blush, and goose pimples spread out, as she giggled shyly.
"Go... on, Honey," Katey said softly, trying to encourage her very young daughter, to ask her father to do very naughty things with her... her mind spun with crazy, and erotic thoughts.
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My first encounter with incest, well close incest, like my Mom.
My name is Steve Silverstone, and I'm from San Antonio, I was about 20 at the time, an average boy with brown hair and blue, though I was a bit gawky and lean. Being such, it tended to add to the shyness I had, especially with girls. Nervous as well as awkward, and only having sex once made things worse, when other guys fucked around.
I never knew what to say or how to act cool, like most of the other guys, who seemed to have no problems talking to girls. Having few friends, a strong imagination, and not being good at sports led to my days being filled with hours of incessant masturbation.
School Days were torture, especially earlier... all the girls flaunting and flirty, but not with me, unless it was as some form of joke. I would be in a constant state of arousal, it was so hard to pay attention in class. Sometimes, I'd have to rush to the bathroom between classes and fondle myself, to pacify my urges until I could race home. Once in the confines of my room, I'd jack off at least three or four times before dinner even!
During the weekends, I had a lot of time to masturbate. My Mom was divorced, and in her late thirties or so, and worked till late in the evening to support my sister and me. She sometimes had to work a double shift, and not come home even till around midnight or so. She hated leaving us home alone, but we had our dog at home with us, so she at least felt better about it, with him as some sort of watchdog. My sister (who still lived at home for some fucking reason) generally, used or abused the 'Freedom' of my mom not being around, to go to friend's houses, and engage in all of the teen socialite activities her popularity enabled her. But I guess at 22 she wasn't really obliged to follow Mom's rules anyway.
Like I said, my sister was the eldest at 22, and a typical bitchy cheerleader type, she loathed having me around... an awkward geek as a brother. She used to tease me a lot when Mom wasn't around, and threaten me with whatever she could, to keep me from telling Mom of her going out and about.
I generally wouldn't have told my Mom anyway, as it just meant more time home alone to masturbate, plus I had our dog at home, so I didn't get scared if both my mother and sister were gone at night. For many, it might have bred resentment, but for me being so gawky and lust-crazed, I simply masturbated to thoughts of my older sister and classmates in delicious concocted fantasies.
Mom
Like I said, my parents were divorced. My Dad was a hardworking man who played trumpet in a nightclub for extra money to make ends meet, so a lot of the time when he came home, he was exhausted, so he would eat his supper and go out like a light, then get up and go to work again. Mom later told me that when he did have sex, he would hop on, last 2 minutes, then go to sleep. Dad never allowed Mom to come to the nightclub with him, he claimed it was too rough for her, but the truth was, his first wife had done that, and wound up fucking half the town before he found out and divorced her. And besides, Mom was way prettier.
Finally, she divorced him, but prior to that, she had developed quite a liking for alcohol, and once she left him, I thought things would become better on that front. But it actually got worse.
One night, Andy, Jason, and I were downstairs, while Mom had a big loud party upstairs.
We were watching porn, with our dicks out, jerking off. A Japanese woman was lying on her back she was naked and there was a group of guys gathered around her. The guys were all naked as well and they were pumping their dicks.
The upstairs basement door suddenly opened, and Mom stepped out on the landing above us. "Steve? Honey are you down there?"
I quickly hid our erect cocks, hit the pause button and the three of us looked up almost instantly. She was still dressed in a bikini and a see-through teddy, and she had a bottle of wine in one hand and a glass in the other. And needless to say; she was drunk.
She noticed our nervous behavior and the fact that all of us covered our hard cocks with some sort of materiel. She instantly grabbed the remote and pressed play.
Her mouth dropped and her eyes went wide.
"Oh, goodness you are watching porn! And jerking off," she gasped. I half expected her to turn it off but she didn't. In fact she just giggled and I watched her nipples sticking out like thumbs.
"We can turn it off, Mom."
"No Steve, it's fine. I must say your party is a hell of a lot better than the one going on upstairs, right now," she laughed and handed me the remote.
"I better go!" she was about to stand up when the chic in the video started receiving multiple facials from the men standing around. One by one the guys straddled her small body and they came on the woman until her face and small breasts were covered in goo.
The actress in the video, if you want to call her that, began licking the cum from around her lips. Then she smiled, raised her head, and opened her mouth to show all the cum inside.
"Well if you ask me, it looks as if she's rather enjoying her punishment." Jason laughed.
Mom took a sip of wine, well actually a gulp and continued to watch the action intently.
"Have you ever had a guy cum on your face, Linda?" Andy asked.
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Before we get to that, I have to admit it all started about four months earlier.
It was late morning, I went down to the kitchen and made myself some lunch. Once I finished I went back to my room. I had a few deadlines to keep for college.
I had lost all sense of time just typing away at my laptop when I heard faint jazz music.
It immediately evoked memories of Dad all those years ago, when we were one happy family.
He used to play jazz records in his study in the evening when he opened a bottle of scotch. Sometimes, when the door was not fully closed I used to see Mom dancing with him.
But then Mom had an affair and life after that was never the same again, despite how many times Mom apologized, and finally, they got a divorce.
I came out of my room following the music. The door to the study was open and I saw Mom swaying to the music with a glass of brown liquid hanging in the air by her hand. She had her eyes closed and was following some rhythm in her head.
I stood at the doorway totally at a loss. What was I supposed to do about this situation?
"Mom!" I called out.
Her lazy eyes opened as if there was a delay of a few seconds for my voice to reach her. They lit up as she saw me.
"Hi Nettie!" she said. She never stopped calling me by that childish pet name, (because I couldn't say my sister's name - Natalie). My friends used to tease me a lot about that.
"Aren't you in school, honey?" her cheerful drunk voice spoke. By the slight lisp, I could sense that she was probably five or six glasses down already.
I couldn't help but notice that her big firm tits showed a lot more through the thin cream-colored top than usual. Her nipples poked out the material significantly and the dark circles of her areola were slightly visible through the cream-colored material.
"Mom, it's Saturday," I replied.
She just kept on swaying to the music.
"Come dance with me Nettie!" she said.
I stood unmoving at the door, bewildered.
"Nettie!" she repeated, "Come dance with me."
She came forward and pulled me inside the room by her free left hand. She then gulped down the contents of her glass and placed it on the table.
