Lockdown, quarantine, self-isolation. This virus thing is a pain in the ass. You know the drill. Only one of us goes out for food etc. The four of us are going nuts.
I'm Jim, forty-seven, decent shape. My wife is Molly, we do the gym thing but we're not maniacs, you know? She's average height, a nice handful up top. I've got an office job, same company as Molly. We've been furloughed, for now.
About our kids, now sent home from college, until who knows when. Sam, 21, a senior, tall lean, handsome, brown hair and eyes. Kelly, a freshman—are we still allowed to call them that? A female version of her brother, good looking young lady.
Well, we've been stuck in this rut for weeks. Sam broke up with his girlfriend, the distance thing, and Kelly caught her boyfriend in a lie and sent him packing.
Molly and I are kinda average. We're not nudists, we're not swingers. We don't watch porn, well not much. But we do love to have sex. With the kids off we had gotten into the habit of going clothes-free in the house. No, that's not nudism, not in your own house with your wife. That, of course, led to us having sex more often and all over the house. It was pretty exciting. I admit, we did explore swinging, but after chatting online we discovered that the reality doesn't live up to the dream. A lot of taking one for the team because it's so unlikely to find a perfect match.
With our kids home, that ended. Plus, it's a small house so our usual lovemaking, which had evolved into some very vocal fucking, had to be suppressed to whispering and trying not to make the bed squeak. We'd love to sneak off during the day, but the kids would see right through it and probably hear us. Not good.
I slipped into bed with my wife, naked, as usual. We've been having some kind of sex every night. It's not the same as our vocal, energetic fucking, but it's something.
"I kinda invaded Kelly's privacy today."
Molly snuggled up to me, her pert breasts pressing into my side, her leg looped over mine, her untamed sex rubbing my thigh, "What do you mean?"
"Well, this morning, when I got up, it was earlier than I usually do, I went to go downstairs, and I heard her."
"Heard her what? On the phone?"
"No, she was masturbating."
"Really? How do you know this? Did you open her door?"
"No, absolutely not. But you know how cheap these doors are and I know the sound of a woman masturbating, you've done it for me a hundred times."
Molly pressed herself against me, "I know, I love the look on your face when I cum. So, you walked away, right?"
"No, I stayed and listened, that was the invasion part. I'm sorry, it was wrong."
Molly's reaction surprised me. Her hand slid down and captured my cock, which like the traitor it is, had gotten hard as I remembered this morning.
"Your cock doesn't seem to be sorry. Did you get hard standing outside or daughter's door, listening to her rub her pussy?"
I thought I knew my wife very well. But I was very confused. Is this a trap? If I confess all, will she be disgusted, angry? I've always been honest with her. I wasn't going to stop now.
"Yes, I did."
Molly stroked and fondled my rock-hard cock, "Did our daughter say anything or did she just moan deeply?"
"She talked but I couldn't make out what she was saying."
"Was our daughter wet?"
"Very, I could hear it as she masturbated."
"Did you hear her cum?" Molly's breathing had gotten deeper. I thought I could smell her excitement.
"Yes."
"Were you picturing what our daughter looked like, naked, on her bed, rubbing her teen pussy?"
"Yes."
"Did you cum?"
"All over her door."
My wife slid on top of me. Her small firm breasts pressed into my chest. Her pubic hair pressing my cock against my belly, her lips caressing my ear.
"You are a sick, sick man James. What sort of father strokes his hard cock listening to his teenage daughter fingering her pussy? I should be disgusted, angry, grossed out."
Molly moved up and my cock popped up and nestled at her entrance, which was swamped.
"But I guess I'm as sick as you. Fuck me, James, I don't care if they hear us."
I'd like to say we fucked for an hour. More like five minutes. Molly came as soon as she settled on my cock and kept cumming. I grabbed her firm little ass, buried a finger in her butt and let her ride. She loves to rub her clit on my pubic hair. I mean, we fucked. Groaning, moaning, and all too soon I unloaded a ton of cum up her pussy as she flooded me. Best sex we've had since the lockdown.
We lay, a sweaty and satisfied mess, in the darkness.
"You don't mind that I perved on our daughter?"
Molly rolled on top of me, "I should, but this lockdown crap is making me crazy. We wanted to do swinging but couldn't find a match."
"Are you suggesting...?"
Molly rested her face against my neck, "I don't know what I'm suggesting. I think my attitudes are changing, evolving."
"Towards incest?"
My wife shifted, her pubic hair rubbing my soft cock, "I never told you this. I have a cousin, lives half-way across the country, didn't used to. They lived in my hometown. Her father was my mom's brother. Anyway, I was over at her house for a sleepover, we're the same age. We're lying in bed and she tells me she is having sex with her dad. Needless to say, I was shocked. She explained. It was her idea totally and it took a while, but she seduced him. I refused to believe her. She said fine, I'll set it up so you can watch.
"So, one afternoon, I'm hiding in Janet's closet. She just showered and is lying on her bed in just a tee and a thong, holding a textbook. I hear her dad come home. Her mom worked till eight, it was four. Janet looks at me, makes the shhhh sign, and smiles. As she moves, I can see she's already soaked the crotch of her thong. Janet is very petite, looks at least ten years younger than she is.
"Her dad, who by the way is a very handsome man, walks in wrapped in a towel.
'Studying hard, I see.' He says.
'Yes, daddy. But it's soooo boring.'
Janet rolled over, spreading her legs and showing her father the big dark area of cloth over her pussy. Her dad smiled.
'Maybe you should take a break.'
From my hiding place, I could see his cock growing behind that towel.
'And do what, dad? Watch a show on my tablet?' She said, smiling.
'Well, you could help me out with a problem.'
I was getting hard again. Molly was squirming on top of me.
"I'm hiding in my cousin's closet watching this. I grew up in this house. This was my Uncle. He read me stories, I sat on his lap. The whole thing was creepy, but also so fucking exciting. I was soaked already. I was getting off on the wrongness of it all. I shoved off my shorts, I had no panties on and began to masturbate. I watched as Janet got off the bed and kneeled in front of her dad.
'Yeah dad, looks like you have a problem. Same one you had yesterday, right?'
'Yes, baby girl. You were very helpful.'
