But that is really only fitting. Because it will be played out in front of them as well. Not that they will notice.
So, as an example yesterday in our kitchen my wife yanked down upon the back of her daughter's shorts exposing her. I wasn't there yet, but my darling and quite kinky wife, she reported this to me. For my part I asked her for photographs, even cell-phone shots the next time, I think she said that she would, I wasn't actually listening I was too busy fucking her and her syntax suffers at such times. Back to the tale, she yanked down her daughter's pants in front of my son, saying that they were in fact dirty and that she was currently putting a load in the washer.
Meghan, her daughter, bless her heart... Meg took her mother's hint and actively used it for the purpose of presenting to my boy for his use and his pleasure her sweet delectables. My boy, what can I say about him except that he is my boy. He did not hesitate, and he claimed as his what was being freely offered to him. Monica reports that he immediately went to softly fondling and feeling up his step-sister. Monica took Meg's soiled shorts to the laundry room and then she loitered in the laundry-room doorway rather than returning to the kitchen forthwith. Giving Tom, my son, adequate time to touch nuzzle and passionately french-kiss Meghan. To eventually finger-fuck her to orgasm as she steadied herself against the kitchen counter while Monica watched them and touched herself.
As Thomas, my boy was eagerly licking his step-sister's most silky and fragrant lubricant from his fingers Monica returned to the kitchen and told Meg to go upstairs and get herself cleaned up for dinner. She did so, returning minutes later, bottomless for dinner. Nice, but too overt said Monica, reminding Meg of my imminent arrival and her beautiful, natural but given the circumstances improper attire. I was not blood, it was simply not acceptable to greet me, her step-dad with her semi-nudity. Or maybe I thought as Monica told me this story that Meg's sweet young puss was just maybe a tad too much for 'ole mom to compete with.
Meg went back upstairs and found a little white micro mini-skirt to put on. Being her mother's daughter Meg did not cover her lovely assets with the likes of panties. I did not know it at the time, but Meg's sweet fragrant bare pussy was a bare thirty inches from my rod under the dining room table as we both sat and enjoyed Monica's roast lamb with garlic, shallots and chardonnay. But really, knowing my new wife's naughty mind I probably should have.
After dinner I helped Monica clear the dishes from our dinner and put them into the dishwasher whilst my oh so deliciously naughty wife gave me a gentle, soft, slow hand job through my dress trousers and I reciprocated by fingering her soppy panty-less wetness under the tasteful little navy blue dress that she was wearing. Our actions screened from our children busily doing their school work at the kitchen table by the kitchen's island between us. Did I mention that clothed sex with Monica was fuckin' hot.
In time I sent them both upstairs, ostensibly to finish their homework on their computer, but really to allow Monica the opportunity to release my penis from its cotton prison and finish me off in her eager, wet, warm, loving mouth. Meanwhile on the carpeted stair runner and the plush wall-to-wall hallway carpet my step-daughter Meghan intentionally went up first in front of her step-brother Tommy so that she might be able to playfully flash him and provide him an unforgettable upskirt wet pussy shot.
Monica and I watched them, our horney offspring, from the stair landing. Meghan's blatant tease resulted in her being gently tackled and then most happily taken again by her step-brother, orally this time right at the top of the stairs. Naively they believed that they were just out of the view of their unsuspecting parent and step-parent. How funny, Monica has them both fooled, she doesn't let on that we know that they are full blown...
An unintentional but very accurate choice of a word, our children... Our children are full blown lovers. Well that suits me because I know in truth that Meghan, my step-daughter, she could not possibly do any better in life than my son Tom. I am overjoyed for them both.
