Chapter 2
That's only a sample of the sexy Wilson family and friends today. When I try to think how and when it all started, I'm at a loss almost. I do remember that Mother and Dad were always sexy. We didn't know much about sex as kids, but Dad used to like to pat my ass, and then when Mother would see me naked or half naked, she'd call Dad in the room and ask him something like, "Look, Bud! Doesn't Connie have a sexy figure. I'll bet her dates have fun."
They used to French kiss and feel each other up right in front of us sometimes. Once, I remember seeing Mother reach down and rub Dad's hard cock through his trousers, while he had a hand down her front playing with her titties.
When Vickie was about fourteen and I was sixteen, I remember going in her room one time and finding her masturbating. Of course, I masturbated some then, and I had sucked off some of my dates and let them play with me all over. But Vickie looked like she was having a jit of some land. I walked on into her room, and she never even knew I was there.
She had a very cute and well-developed body for her age, and she had two fingers in her pussy. She was squeezing and pinching one of her little lemon-sized breasts. She was rolling and twisting all over the bed. She was crying, moaning and saying words I couldn't understand. Then suddenly she moaned, like she was in an ecstasy of pain, and went limp, her breathing heavy and erratic.
Her eyes were closed as I still looked down on her, so young and sexy! My own sister! And I can honestly say that I had never thought of sex with any girl friend before. When I had seen Mother naked as a younger girl, I got a funny feeling from looking at her naked breasts, so big, and all the hair around her pussy lips. She's still a very beautiful woman today.
That was when I started masturbating, but I do not think I knew or understood the connection. When I began to develop more fully, I spent a lot of time playing with my own tits and rubbing my fingers over my hairy mound and then masturbating. I remembered too that I had heard about oral sex when I was much younger, and that I let the very first date who tried to do me, go right ahead and eat me. I wondered, as I looked down at Vickie's open little pussy, if she had those desires too.
I very quietly knelt by the bed and put my lips to her crotch. She let out a yelp, but then only pressed my head farther down as I used my tongue inside her almost dry little pussy.
"Oh, Connie!" she exclaimed. "I never thought you'd do anything like that to me. Oh, it feels so good, Connie...."
I kept licking her, trying to find her clit with my tongue and then just rubbing across the general area of where I knew it would be.
"Connie ... I want to suck you too." Vickie said. I was wearing a pair of very loose pajamas and nothing else. I pulled my body up onto the bed. Her trembling fingers immediately yanked at the pants until the elastic band slipped over my hips. And then she pulled them off of me.
It had all happened so suddenly, that I didn't have time to think whether it might be right or wrong, or if we might get caught.
"My girl friend and I do this when we spend the night," Vickie told me. "But ... I wish I could go out on dates with boys. Then I could get fucked too. Have you ever had it?"
I mumbled negatively and spread my crotch over her face. The way Vickie held my hips so expertly and slipped her tongue into my moist nest, it was obvious she had had some experience. I was so hot that I remember thinking to myself that I wanted to do it long enough to have more than one "hot-flip" which was what I called it then.
It was wonderful how smooth and gentle Vickie's tongue was, and no scratchy little whiskers on her face, only the soft cheek rubbing at my inner thighs.
And when I looked down between her legs, there was such an exciting surprise, such a feeling of sensual warmness that flooded my body. I did like to suck off a boy, but I liked Vickie's genitals too. She had only a little fuzz. Her slit was still not maturely formed. But it was so stimulating to lick through the fuzz and dunk my salivating tongue into her young pussy.
I pulled the lips apart to investigate the fresh insides. They were pink, a lovely pink that I'll never forget, and I immediately let my tongue go back inside and explore. My fingers explored too. I liked to feel the upper part of her thighs, the undercrease of her full buttocks. I pushed my head farther and pressed my fingers into the cleavage of that full, firm, young ass.
Vickie moaned and became suddenly tense. She began to suck vigorously, trying to swallow my secretions. I came once I I came twice. Using my hips as a pivot, I fucked my crotch back and forth over her face. I was frustrated. I wanted to come again! I had to come again. And it was like mental telepathy. Vickie held my ass steady and concentrated on my clit. Her sexy tongue in a constant, hysterical back-and-forth rub over my most sensitive spot. And then, just as she could tell I was reaching a peak of passion, Vickie very gently pressed a finger to my asshole!
"Oh, Connie ... my sweet sis," Vickie moaned as we embraced afterward. "Your juice tastes so good ... as good as Miss Morrow's. No ... I mean....
"No secrets from your big Sis, dear," I said, kissing her warm cheek. "Who is Miss Morrow?"
"You'll never tell anybody about it?"
"Of course, I won't," I replied with a smile and a wet lass to her mouth. "We have no more secrets from each other after tonight."
"She's ... our homeroom teacher," Vickie told me excitedly. "She's only twenty-one and just out of college ... and she has tits bigger than Mom's. When I stay in after school to help her, she takes me by her apartment and ... we do just what you and I were doing, and she has a lot of juice! It tastes good, Connie ... but, I don't have any juice ... not much."
"You little idiot," I teased her, feeling between her thighs. "You'll have juice. You have enough to taste now."
"Connie!" she said, still very excited. "Have you ever sucked on a boy's dick?"
"Sure ... a lot of times."
"What does a boy's juice taste like, Connie? Is it good ... or do you spit it out? Miss Morrow says she spits it out when her boyfriend juices in her mouth. She says men taste terrible."
"I like to eat a boy's come," I told her with worldly snobbishness, pushing two fingers up into her little cunt. "It's good for you and makes you strong...."
"Connie?" she asked. "Will you do it again with me. Let's not talk about boys. Let's do it again."
Of course, we did do it again, and we did it about once a week after that for quite some time. It was Vickie who, like now, was the aggressor. She had a hunger for sex that was insatiable.
That was the beginning. At least, it was the beginning for me of Lesbian sex and incest, which now is what my life is made up of. But it was not long after that, when I learned a lot more about those subjects.
To begin with, I have to relate our family situation. I am the oldest child. Vickie is almost three years younger, Melody is five years younger, and Bobby is almost seven years younger than I. While our parents were open about sex as I mentioned-before, it was only at the emotional level, and it was brought up in an "amusing" manner usually.
My father was a salesman. That was about all we ever knew about him as children. We had a very nice house in a fine neighborhood and always a late model car. I was very young when I began to realize that Dad was home so much of the time and drunk so much of the time. Mother, on the other hand, would get real dressed up and go out in the afternoons or evenings, and we were told she was helping the family income by doing part-time "secretarial" work. To us, at the time, it seemed believable. We never had any idea about what was really going on ... not until the weekend that Vickie, Melody and Bobby went on a camping trip with a bunch of our neighbors and their kids. Then, I was introduced to the whole story and some facts of life that I never dreamed existed.
I had a date for Friday night, but was scheduled to baby-sit for one of our neighbors that Saturday. I never knew whether or not Mother arranged for somebody else to sit for the Norton's and had Mrs. Norton call me, or if the baby really did have a cold and they didn't want to leave him. The results were the same anyway.
Mother asked me why I was pouting after I came away from the telephone, and I told her I had turned down a date with a real nice senior for the babysitting job, and then that fell through. I bemoaned the fact that girls couldn't call up boys for dates. It was about 7:30 in the evening then, and Dad was home and fairly sober, and Mother, who was usually out late on Saturdays, was home for the evening too.
I was sixteen years old then, as it happened after Vickie and I had been having sex for almost four months. Perhaps, in my subconscious mind or through some sort of telepathy (if there is such a thing), I suspected that there was a reason, a very strange reason that just myself and my parents were home alone that Saturday night.
"What would you like to drink, Connie?" Mother asked me after she had finished the dinner dishes, taken a bath, and came down into the den where Dad and I were watching TV.
"Just a Coke," I answered, still feeling sorry for myself and not enjoying the TV show a bit.
"Look, darling," Mother said, and I turned to notice that she was not wearing anything under her robe because I could see almost all of her tits the way she had it adjusted. "Connie ... your father and I know a lot about kids ... what they like to do and think they're parents would never understand. I know you've probably had beer or a hard drink when you've been out on dates ... or some of those parties when the host's parents are out of town for the weekend...."
"There's not a damn thing you kids today do," Dad entered in with a smile, turning off the TV, "that we didn't do when we were your age ... maybe even younger. After all, your mother and I were married when she was just your age."
"What do want to drink, darling?" Mother asked me again, kneeling down by my chair and smiling so sweetly. 'Would you like a beer? A Scotch and Soda? Whiskey and water? Come on, Connie. You can let yourself go tonight ... right here with your parents' approval. You're more than just a child now. Look how developed you are! Many grown women would love to have the measurements you do."
"And what a sexy rear end you've got, Connie ... wheee!" Dad said, reaching over and very gently pinching my ass through the thin dress and briefs I was wearing.
"Do you know how to make a screwdriver?" I asked Mother, feeling suddenly like it wasn't going to be such a dull night after all.
"Of course, I do," she answered me with a laugh. "I'll make a real tall one so it'll last you a while."
I noticed Mother get a wink and a big smile from Dad. Of course, I didn't know why then, but I found out later it was because vodka is tasteless, and in a tall glass, about sixteen ounces, she could fill it over half full of vodka and I'd never know the difference.
Within the first hour, I must have had three full drinks. My head was spinning and I felt just beautiful. It was such a treat to be talking and drinking with my parents like I was a grown person. And they seemed closer and closer to my own age, the more I drank.
"You mean you've really held onto it this long?" Mother asked me, when I told her I was a virgin, in answer to her question.
"No ... I was lying," I admitted, very uncaring, very free. "But only twice, and that was with Jim Barnes, my almost-steady."
"Why that little bastardl" Dad swore, but he was laughing at the same time. "Oh, boyl Some kids don't realize how lucky they are."
"To be quite honest," I said, trying to stand up straight and mix myself another drink from the tray Mother had brought in that was filled with an ice bucket, liquor and mixers, "I don't think screw ... I mean intercourse is as good as doing it the other ways."
"Say 'fuck,'" Dad insisted, reaching for the bottle of whiskey and some ice. "We said it when we were kids ... you kids say it when you think the adults aren't around. We're all gonna let loose tonight. No parents and child stuff. We're all equal, right?"
'You've had enough to drink!" my mother told Dad sternly, adding with a smile, "Remember, Bud darling ... too much to drink and no...."
"Yeah! Yeah!" Dad said, putting the bottle back down and looking at my legs very obviously. "All I gotta say is that Jim Barnes is a lucky kid. I'll bet he liked it, whether you did or not. Does he suck those big titties and lick your pussy too? Huh? Come on, Connie, we're bein' honest and realistic now. I betcha even give him a blow job, huh?"
"Listen, Bud!" Mother said pretty angrily, "I think you better watch your language and...."
"Now, who's the old-fashioned square?" I asked, laughing drunkenly. "You think I don't know what a 'blow job' is? Sure ... I did it. All the girls do it. Mary Franklin ... big deal ... father owns a chain a groc'ry stores. Hah! She gives guys blow jobs durin' lunch period; to 'bout six guys a day ... in a janitor's closet by the back door to the alley."
"Ohh, my God!" Dad said, his eyes still on my legs. "Jim Barnes, lucky bastard. He pulls that dress up and takes your panties off ... gets ya juiced up with his fingers ... an' then licks the split. Damn, Connie! Up ... between those legs ... sexy, juicy. Say! What size bra ya wear now?"
"A thirty-four ... 'C cup...." I answered, awed and stunned as I watched Dad rub his hand over a lump in his trousers.
"She'll need a thirty-six before long," Mother added.
Very strange feelings began to run through my whole body. I shuddered and trembled a couple of times. I took my drink and gulped it down. I was suddenly becoming so sober, and I didn't want tol I was afraid that if I did, I might wake up and find it was all a dream. Obviously, I didn't want it to be a dream. Sexual sensations were about to overwhelm me. I thought of the last time I sucked off Jim when we were parked in his car. The moon was bright that night, and I enjoyed so much looking at his cock when I got down to play with it before I ate him.
And I remembered the first time he actually fucked me-blood all over the front seat. But I wasn't scared. I was disappointed that it wasn't so wonderful and beautiful for me as it was for him. But the second time, we fucked in his own bedroom when his parents had gone to a New Years' Eve party. It wasn't as great as when he sucked me, but it was better than that first fuck.
I began to wonder, as my eyes watched the lump in Dad's pants grow, if he really did want to fuck me. The incest thing was blotted from my mind. It didn't worry me at all. I was so terribly surprised and excited that my own parents were aware of my sexuality, my need and desires, and that they were looking upon those feelings of mine, not only with acceptance, but with a responsive interest!
"Connie...." Dad said, and I could tell that he was sobering too, no longer senselessly drunk. "Connie ... stand up and pull up your skirt. Would you be afraid to do that for me?"
"No ... no, I wouldn't," I said meaningfully.
I looked at the strange gleam in Mother's eye, almost as excited as the way Dad looked at me. I think I must have almost gone into some kind of trance! I stood up and faced my father. I put both hands down at the middle of my short skirt, and I raised it. I was wearing only a pair of very tight, pink and sheer briefs under it. My cunt hairs were blonde, but they could be seen through the fabric. My cunt mound puffed out, and the crotch of the thin briefs were already wet, which was a surprise to me too, because I didn't realize how sexually stimulated I was.
"Look ... look at that, Margie," Dad said with panting breath, leaning over close to my crotch. "It's our baby Connie! She's got a beautiful body. Look at the legs, the cunt!"
At that moment, Dad reached in between my legs and ripped away (literally) my pair of briefs. I was becoming more excited! I had no thought but to have orgasms and have my young body loved! And Dad was suddenly the most sober he had been all evening. He took off his belt. He unzipped his trousers. He dropped his shorts as Mother took off his T-shirt!
When I saw his cock so hard and moving, and I looked at Mother and knew that she was in favor of anything that might happen ... it was then that I knew my father was going to fuck me!
I took one last little gulp from my drink. Mother took my hand and led me into their bedroom, which was downstairs. I was trembling. It seemed so incongruous or out of place, and yet it seemed exciting, and even natural. Oh, my emotions were all screwed up, but I knew that something thrilling was going to happen.
"Lie down on the bed, darling," Mother told me, switching off the overhead light and leaving on one of the small bedside lamps.
My father stood there naked, gazing down at me. He had so much hair around his penis, and his testicles seemed so large compared with those of the few boys I had seen. His penis was not completely hard, but it stuck out, and it looked very big.
"I told you not to drink so much," Mother told him with a smile. "That's what can happen when a man drinks a lot ... he can't get a good erection."
"Just needs a little help," he said, sitting on the bed beside me. "Let's see how things go now. Connie ... do you like tongue kissing? Or do you call it French kissing?"
"Either ... one," I answered, suddenly realizing how breathless I was.
And then my father put his hand over me and placed it on the other side of my body. His face came down to mine. Just the second before he kissed me, I began to look at him and think about him in a completely different way. I was barely aware that Mother was in the background somewhere, watching everything. I saw his face looking at me with need and desire. I closed my eyes just as his lips met mine. My mouth was poised, very slightly open, the way I did when Jim kissed me.
But Dad's lips were better than Jim's! As soon as they were firmly on mine, I instinctively let my tongue slide into his mouth, searching out his. I felt Dad's left hand caressing my right breast and fingering the nipple. Our mouths were so wet together! I was thrilling all over! The way he kissed was like nothing any boy had ever done to me. When he penetrated my mouth with his tongue, it was symbolic, symbolic of his cock going into my crotch.
I reached up and put my arms around him so I could pull his hairy chest to my breasts. I moved the upper part of my naked body around and I could feel his hairs, sometimes becoming caught or tangled around one of my nipples and giving me delightfuUy stimulating sensations. I reached down to feel his cock as he moved his body up onto the bed. It was not real hard yet, but I enjoyed the feel of it and his balls.
"Oh, Connie ... Connie," Dad panted, his hand roaming over my teenage crop of pubic hair. "Mother knows how long I've wanted you, Connie. I've measured every half inch your breasts grew ... with my eyes. I've watched those legs develop ... nearly wanted to rape you when you modeled that new bikini for Margie and your sisters last month ... body ... oh, what a wonderful body, Connie...."
He was breathing so very heavily, and his words would sometimes choke off. And I was beginning to feel more real sexual passion with Dad. I felt his body, put my finger in his belly button, reached between our upper bodies and played with his little nipples. That made him gasp when he felt me squeezing and twisting them gently, like one of my boyfriends who liked me to do that while he masturbated me and himself at the same time.
"Your breasts, Connie ... oh, those tits!" Dad almost cried out, as he moved down my body and cupped both hands under one breast and lifted it slightly so that it looked bigger. My nipples were small then, almost the inverted type, but I was so anxious when I saw him licking his lips in preparation for sucking them, that my hands grabbed at the sheets and I thrust my body upward.
"Kiss them, Dad! Oh, please ... suck my titties!" I begged.
In a second, his lips had sucked one of my nipples between them, and I could feel his tongue going around and around and across them in an incessant pattern of movement that made the sexual part of my body spring to life. I was making noises, taking deep breaths, moving my thighs up and down and rubbing the upper part together.
For the first time since Dad had started his sex play, I was able to see Mother. Previously, Dad's head had blocked her from view, but as he licked down to my navel and belly, I saw Mother standing in the background. She was naked, and her hand was between her legs, but there was something else there too. At the time, she was too far in the shadows for me to see clearly, and it was mainly the idea of her presence, her watching her own husband have sex with her own daughter, that thrilled me!
"Oh,, Dad!" I cried out. "Dad ... are you really going to do that?"
I could hardly think or talk I was suddenly so excited! He had parted my legs a little more and he was sucking on my pussy. His lips were there, and his tongue searched the inside flesh and then found my clit. When he started to concentrate there and not anywhere else, and I was so desperately wild and hot that I was pinching my own nipples, I realized that I was coming!
"I'm coming! Oh, Dad, you're making me come!" I cried out, beating the mattress with my hands and thrusting my cunt up to his face harder. "I told you it was better this way! I told you."
"It is now," my mother's voice said gently, as she stepped out of the shadows, "but you'll learn to like ... fucking ... better, after a while."
Mother's speech was very breathless too, and then I saw what it was she was holding at her crotch. A wire and extension cord were attached to it and dragged behind her. It was a vibrator. I don't mean one of those prick-shaped things that all the sex-novelty places sell. It was a plain old vibrator and she was pressing the rubber-toothed scalp-massage attachment to her beautiful pussy. She would press it, then release, press and release. There was a little frown on her face though, as she looked down at Dad's penis.
"I just hope you didn't drink too much," she said. "Do you want me to give it some help?"
Poor Dad was perspiring all over and seemed to be straining nearly all the muscles in his body very desperately. His cock would move very slightly, then go still and even a tiny bit less hard. I was pretty sure I knew what Mother was talking about, and I was just about to offer to kiss his dick and suck it myself.
I was glad I didn't. Oh, I wanted to suck it. I liked to suck boys off. The biggest one I had ever done was Jim's, so naturally, I was eager to suck Dad's, a grown man's cock!
However, when I saw him sit on the side of the bed and watched Mother get on her knees in front of him, the voyeur in me took over for about the first time in my life. Dad's cock was about half hard, I guess, and I watched very closely (also, so I could know how an experienced woman sucked a man) as Mother took it in her hand and fondled it.
My left hand crept down to my crotch, but Dad pushed it away and began to use his fingers on me. He was much better than most of the clumsy boys I had been with. His fingers explored and teased me, pressing against my inside lips until my body was on fire again. I cried out in another orgasm when he pinched my clit continuously for what seemed like several minutes.
"You're just like your mother, darling," Dad told me.
But I hardly heard him. I was far too engrossed in watching my "oversexed" mother play with Dad's balls with her other hand, then apparently push a finger way underneath to tease his asshole. Finally, she put out her tongue and began to flick it around over the head of his cock! It moved! I actually watched it start to grow! I couldn't see much of it but I noticed that Mother's sucking movements increased in length. She was lubricating it too, as I could see her saliva drooling over the part of the shaft as it came out of her mouth on each stroke.
"Oh, good, Margie! Oh, do it, Margie! Suck my cock, sweetheart ... suck it so I can fuck Connie ... sweet Connie, our daughter," Dad mumbled and groaned with passion. "Tits ... play with 'em."
I watched eagerly, utterly fascinated. Mother comtinued to suck on Dad's much bigger and harder cock, but she removed her hands and cupped them under her big tits! She pulled them up as high as she possibly could, until they were rubbing around my father's balls and the lower part of his penis! She rubbed her nipples furiously until they stood up red and almost sore looking. And she rubbed each one of the rosy things against Dad's upper thighs and balls!
"Yeah ... yeah, sweetheart. I'm ready!" Dad said, after a look from Mother's eyes that asked him.
His huge, hard cock amazed me! I watched Mother pull back her head slowly, and I thought it would never come all the way out. And when the head finally did "flip" out, it was unbelievable to me that his penis could get so big. I took a quick look at my mother too. She was only about thirty-two or thirty-three then, and her highly stimulated body looked the sexiest I had ever seen it. She still has a wonderfully sexy body, but seeing her naked and so excited then for the first time, made me hotter than ever, and I also had some puzzles that I couldn't quite put together in my mind.
I spread my legs and held out my arms, thinking Dad was going to get on top of me right away. Instead, he was on his knees between my legs, supporting himself over me with his hands on either side of me. I was still marveling at his cock. I wasn't afraid of it hurting me. Jim's didn't hurt the second time at all. But to know that I was going to be really fucked for the first time, by a grown man, my own father, with my mother right there, made the experience more daringly thrilling to me than fucking Jim or any other boy could ever be.
My eyes widened as I saw Mother take hold of Dad's cock, guiding it to my pussy as he gradually lowered his body to mine. I felt something, some kind of forbiddenly wonderful sensation run through me, the moment Mother's fingers touched my wet cunt lips and pulled them apart. My mother was touching me in a sexual way too! And it excited me! It reminded me of when I had been with Vickie!
"Oh ... oh, Dad! Go ahead ... please!" I begged him at the very first feel of his cockhead going into my pussy. "I want it, Dad. Oh, Mother! Make him go ahead! Do it...."
"Do what, darling?" Mother asked me with a highly sexed look in her gleaming eyes, and then Dad asked the same question.
"Tuck me! Fuck me, Dad!" I cried out.
That was what they wanted to hear! Mother grabbed the vibrator and began to sigh heavily. My father began to push his cock in me'. When I suddenly realized that there was a great difference, and a little pain too, I only moaned with deep passion and pulled him down on top of me until I felt beautifully crushed, my nipples and titties grinding into his chest, feeling his tiny nipples too.
But the most wonderful sensation of all was to feel his cock going in my vagina, stretching the lubricated walls to the limit, then slipping out again, in again, out again, in again! I was more filled with the pure, raw lust of sexual sensation than ever before. My sucking with Vickie, the sucking and fucking with Jim, that was all child's play. Compared to what I was getting from Dad (and Mother), it had been no more than holding hands or smiling at each other.
I began to moan and cry out little things. I can't remember any specific words, except, "Fuck me!" Each time I said that, or something close to it, Dad would begin to fuck me a little faster, and I could feel a sudden swelling of his cock. As for Mother, she would let out a gasp or a moan and say something like, "Connie, darling. Your Dad's fucking you ... and you don't have to worry about getting pregnant. Remember ... the pills I've been giving you? I've kept up with your periods, darling. They were birth-control pills, not diet pills...."
Mother cried out real loud and I knew she was having one or more orgasms. And then she sat on the side of the bed by us. I felt her fingers ease between our pelvises so she could feel the long shaft of Dad's cock as it moved in and out of my pulsating body.
"Take it away, Margie!" he yelled suddenly and began to thrust his cock into me faster. "I can't hold out any more. I'm ... going to...."
"Be sure you make her come, Bud!" she told him, removing her hand quickly.
Dad kept fucking it into me, but he moved his body up so that his prick was rubbing my clit. I began to scream and yell and thrash around. My father was yelling and crying for joy too. I felt his come. I felt it flow out into my cunt and the definite throbbing down of his cock. Oh, did I come! I had never come so beautifully.
Mother stood by the side of the bed, looking down, first at me, then at Dad, whose cock was still inside me, but much softer. I liked it in there like that. It felt good. But I was puzzled by the expression on mother's face until she finally spoke.
"Connie ... both your father and I know about you and Vickie."
I didn't know what to say, or what to think. I wondered if they had seen us having sex. Was I going to be punished? Was that why Dad fucked me ... so that I wouldn't want sex with another female? It didn't seem that important to me. I preferred a man, but I liked sex with Vickie, and I knew I could enjoy it with another girl or woman. And then, my mind flipped over! I looked up at Mother and smiled, asking, "Were we bad-bad girls?"
"No ... oh, no, my darling," she tried to reassure me firmly. We watched you through that broken slat in the blinds to Vickie's bedroom window one night. It was beautiful to watch you. Both of you are so highly sexed ... like me. Connie ... are you still sexy feeling? Could you come again if...."
"Yes! Yes!" I cried out, already feeling the thrills go through my body again as I looked down at Mother's thickly haired pussy and the dripping lips.
As soon as Dad pulled out of me, Mother's mouth was sucking on my pussy. Her throat was gulping and making beautifully sexy sounds. She brought the rest of her body up on the bed and put one leg over me so that we were in the sixty-nine position. Oh, I loved the sensations of her tongue working on me, her sucking wet lips. But I was even more fascinated and aroused by looking right up into her pussy, holding open the lips and noticing each detail of a grown woman's vulva.
There was almost a numbness, a sort of sore numbness in my pussy from the terrific fucking Dad had given me. That made Mother's mouth and tongue both soothing, and not too wildly passionate for me. I put my arms around her supple buttocks and drew the crotch to my face. She was so very, very wet! I could clearly define her inner lips. All of her sex parts were so developed as well as swollen from her constant use of the vibrator, that I had a completely different sensation as I put my tongue in her pussy and licked the fleshy parts.
I could suck each inner hp into my mouth separately and tongue it and nibble it. Oh, did that ever make Mother wild! And her clit was so big! It was a great big bump right up near the top of her cunt. When I sucked it through my lips and applied the hard tip of my tongue to it continuously, Mother began to wiggle and squirm and grunt like a wild animal!
And then, Mother took my clit and began treating it exactly the same way until it was making me twist and squirm around. The taste of Mother's cunt was so good too, I realized, so much better and sexier than Vickie's. I just knew that we were both on the precipice, and that we could probably have our powerful orgasms together. I saw Dad standing by the side of the bed then. His cock was hard and he was milking it up and down to keep it that way. I looked at him very strangely. Was he going to shoot his come all over us?
"Connie ... one more thing to learn tonight," he panted. "Don't be ... be frightened. You've done it with boys, now...."
"Go ahead, Bud! Now!" Mother yelled at him, moving her mouth from my crotch long enough to flip a leg over my body and turn around so that she was in between my legs.
I didn't know how much I was loving her eating until she stopped those few seconds. It was a wonderful feeling when her lips and tongue were sluicing away in the outer depths of my pussy again. I knew what to expect. I wanted it to happen. My father straddled me with his knees. He was holding onto the head of the bed, I think. And I reached up for his cock and sucked it into my mouth.
Again, there was that wonderful feeling of bigness as I sucked in my lips and felt the head go deeply into my mouth. I then relaxed my lips in order that he could feel their inner wetness in contrast to the outside when I had them sucked in. I started to move my head back and forth, letting a little bit more of the wonderful cock in my mouth with each motion.
Dad tried to say something to me, give me instructions or something. But I paid no attention to him. I think I must be a natural born cocksucker! I was a little afraid that I would choke when the big head hit in back of my throat, but I relaxed the muscles of my mouth and throat completely on the inward cycle and I had no trouble at all.
Very soon, Dad was perspiring and sighing. I could look up in his face and see that expression of agonizing ecstasy that I'll never forget. It was the first time his daughter had sucked his cock, and he told me later, right in front of mother, that it was one of the most wonderful sexual thrills he had ever experienced.
"Um-um-ummml" I heard Mother grunt, as her tongue rubbed over my clit continually, and I was in a constant state of fiery stimulation.
"Okay, Connie," Dad said, and I could feel his cock pulsate. "Here it comes, baby...."
He couldn't say any more. He gasped and then cried out for joyl His cock twisted and spasmed in my mouth, the fluid of his love being consumed by me greedily as each precious drop flowed forth. And when I felt his cock begin to soften, instinctively, I began to suck it all back into my mouth. I sucked and sucked! I titillated it with my tongue! The perspiration was pouring off my face, but I had to do it!
"Oh ... oh, Margie ... she's gonna make me ... make me come again!" Dad cried out.
I felt mother's lips sucking in my clit with great suction, her tongue bearing down on it, just as Dad's penis stiffened to complete hardness for about ten seconds. He let out a cry of pleasure again, and again, and again! While it was not as much as before, and not as strong an orgasm as before, I knew I had accomplished a great thing by making Dad come twice that way, without even taking it out of my mouth!
"Oh, Connie ... you're a natural," Dad said as we all just lay there getting our breaths. "And there's no doubt where you get it from. Your mother is about the sexiest woman alive. There's nothing she can't do to turn on a man...."
"And a few women, too, my dear," Mother added, her face one big smile of adoration as she looked from Dad to me. "Well, I think we ought to wash up, then go back to the den and have a drink. We have a great deal to talk about.
Half .an hour later, we were all seated in the den with our drinks. Dad was having doubles again, but Mother made no more objections. I think the liquor helped to give us a real mellow and relaxed feeling following our vigorous sex workouts and hot showers. A world of difference in our relationships had transpired during the last two or three hours, but there remained so much to be explained. I could make a guess at what they were about to tell me. And I wasn't too far off.
"Connie," Dad started out, clearing his throat. "Its no secret to anybody in the family I'm sure, about my drinking problem. When Margie and I were married, I was only seventeen years old. I was a child prodigy at business. While I was still in high school, I owned and managed a little snack bar and malt shop just a half a block from the school. I made money ... damned good money. When I graduated from high school at seventeen, I owned two more places near schools, and I was making a net profit of over sixty thousand dollars a year!
"Margie was only sixteen, and still in school. But I had to have her. She was the most beautiful, sexiest, wonderful female I'd ever dated. And I was sexually precocious too. I had had sex with three of my female teachers since my sophomore year at high school.
"Well, we finally convinced Margie's father, her mother was dead, and we got married and started having babies. Running the six shops I had by then, was too much. I worked night and day, and then I got the real hurt of my life. I found out that...."
"I'll tell it, Bud," Mother insisted, cutting him off as she stood up to fix us fresh drinks. "I have always had a great need for sex, Connie. It wasn't your father's fault that I couldn't hold out. He was and always has been one terrifically sexy lover ... when he's sober. Back then, it wasn't the drinking, it was just that he was gone so much of the time.
"I met this bachelor one afternoon when you were at your grandmother's and I went into a cocktail lounge for a drink. He had a very strong physical appeal. We talked, our chemicals matched, and we were at our house in bed making love an hour later. I began to meet other men and having sex with them. I justified it by the conclusion that I was oversexed and couldn't help it, and that Bud was gone too much.
"It broke his heart when he came home early one afternoon and caught me. That was when he started drinking. He sold his business. We separated. Soon, I was running out of my share of money from the business, and your father had drunk his share. He came back begging me to let him stay there, I ... I still loved him so very much, I couldn't help but say 'yes.' And I was pregnant again too-Vickie-but we're sure she's ours. The doctor said it happened, my impregnation, just a few days before Bud caught me with that man, and that was when your father had taken us to the beach for the weekend, and we screwed for about two whole days."
"I got a job as a salesman, Connie. And I was pretty good at it," Dad picked up the story. "The only trouble was I was hooked on the booze. I was fired from that job, the next one, and the next one. I was down to selling stuff door-to-door. But the company received complaints that I was drunk when I was out selling. So there went my last source of income. I'd tried doctors, AA, nothing would work.
"Your mother was almost a hundred percent true to me during those years, and we had Vickie, then Melody, then Bobby. So when I was flat out of a job and an incurable alcoholic ... I had a wife and four kids I couldn't support...."
"I wasn't completely faithful to Bud during those years," Mother interrupted, as if each one had to confess their individual parts in the amazing story. "And there was one married man I saw fairly often. He always wanted to give me money ... or something of value because, like Bud, he thought I was the sexiest woman he'd ever known. He wanted to assure in some way that I would never deny him.
"We felt like we had an insoluble problem. Bud tried to stay sober enough to get another job, but I had torn him up so much, that he just couldn't help it, Connie. I felt sorry for him. I loved him. I've had sex with a hundred or more men, and women too. But sex and love aren't the same for me, and I tried to explain that to your father. I had the idea that I could support the family by being a very high priced call girl. I was still in my early twenties. I dressed sexily. I knew how I turned people on. So I went to Bud and offered him the idea."
I watched them as the narration went back and forth. I was shocked, and yet I wasn't shocked. I think I knew or suspected, and had for some time, that Mother was having sex with other men. The "secretarial work" story just didn't sound real after I had gotten to a certain age and knew what sex was all about. I knew my mother was a woman with unusual sexual appeal. All of my boyfriends who had met her, practically fell in love with her. One or two used to kid me, if they met my mother when she was ready to go out on her "secretarial work" and was dressed so tightly and revealingly, that they would prefer to leave me at home to take care of the younger kids, and take her out.
There was one nineteen-year-old guy I dated only once or twice, who plain told me when he was fingering me one night and I was jacking him off into a Kleenex, that he wished he could see my mother for a date. He was a crude character. The last thing he said to me after I refused to suck him off because he smelled like he didn't take baths, was, "Hell ... I'll bet your mother can suck a cock without being so damned particular." I slammed him over the head with my purse as he ran out to his car. Later, even after my night, my first night of sex with Mother and Dad, I found out that he had seduced her once. Not all of her dates and affairs were paying propositions.
"Connie," Dad broke into my private thoughts, "I don't want you to ever think that your mother was a bad woman. Yeah ... she came to me with the idea. I was dead set against it. I must have preached to her like a Bible Belt evangelist. But ... I realized I had my own 'sin.' I was a drunk. I was responsible to support six people ... and I couldn't do it. Your mother had to have more sex than I could give her ... or than any one person could give her.
"We talked about the thing for days. I was drinking myself to death. There was no money coming in and we had department stores and gas companies suing us. So ... I gave in. I rationalized that the only way we were going to be able to exist was for Margie to be a whore, and for me to be goddamn pimp!"
"You haven't used such harsh words in years, darling," Mother told Dad, going over to sit beside him and kiss him. "It was the only solution we could find ... and still remain a family of middle class, with a good home and everything. Your father merely restricted a lot of his drinking to the better bars at the better hotels. He took some nude photos of me in color, and carried them with him.
"I had my own friends and contacts too, but without Bud's help, we wouldn't have made nearly as much money. And your father found that my sex life inspired his own virility. We had a few affairs with other couples-swinging. And we made these pay off too. But ... things are becoming more expensive now. We're behind on our payments to three department stores...."
"Don't say it, Mother!" I cried out emphatically. "You and Dad have said everything there is to say about yourselves. Now ... I'll tell you! Yes! I'll go on dates for money. I'll help the family income! I'll make us so rich we'll have money running out of our ears!"
"Are you saying that in anger, Connie?" my father asked me very soberly. "Are you willing to do it because we have corrupted you, disillusioned you? Or is it something you sincerely want to become involved with?"
"I'm sorry I said it that way," I told them, looking from Mother to Dad. "I like sex. I love sex. It ... it makes sense. You've taught me tonight that I can have sex beautifully with a man or a woman ... or both together. As long as we can keep it from the kids I know at school, I want to do it!"
'You know we'll do everything to protect you, darling," Mother assured me, putting her arms around me and kissing me like both a Mother ... and a lover. "Bud makes most of the arrangements. He knows the right people. After all, Connie, you're more than just a high-priced call girl. You're a sixteen-year-old darling! Bud will be able to find better paying dates for you than he does for me. And you'll get to keep some of the money. You can have your own bank account, and...."
"No," I objected, taking the drink Mother handed me and sipping it a second. "I want to give you every cent I make. I want to stay in school until I graduate ... maybe even go to college. I don't want anyone else to know ... or suspect. Instead of an extra bank account of my own ... you can just raise my allowance by a tremendous amount. No one expects you two of being anything but a salesman and wife and family. The neighbors respect and like us."
"Well, I see your point," Dad said, leaning over to give me a little French lass. "But if we raise your allowance to fifty dollars a week or something, what will Vickie think? And Melody and Bobby, as young as they are, they'll put up a fuss."
"I don't think so," I said, looking from Mother to Dad very seriously, letting them know I was no dummy. "I'll be seventeen in a few weeks. Why not give me a few hundred dollars for my seventeenth birthday ... if I've been that successful by then ... and tell Vickie and Melody and Bobby that their allowance will get raised like that when they become the same age ... You are planning to include all of us eventually ... aren't you?"
Mother's expression froze. She was incapable of replying, shocked by the transparency of the obvious limits of their plan. I hadn't said it for spite. I really hadn't. I only wanted to let them know I could be smart too, and shrewd and clever. I thought those qualities would be important for the career I was going to embark upon.
"Yes...." Dad finally agreed, nodding his head, taking another very long drink from his glass. "And your idea seems good enough. Perhaps ... well, even if we decide to start Vickie a little younger ... when she just turns sixteen or shortly thereafter, we've still got over two years before we have to be concerned about that."
"Connie ... do you think that you can absolutely let no one else know about this ... arrangement?" Mother asked me quite seriously. "Oh, I know you wouldn't expose us ... or yourself. But ... with the relationship you and Vickie have, and as far as you go with some of your boyfriends ... are you sure you'd never let anything slip? It could be so easy for you to say something about one of your adult dates to Vickie ... and then be unable to explain it away without telling it all."
"Margie, dear," my father said to Mother with a grin. "Our little girl is far too clever for that. She realizes that the whole family could be ruined ... her parents put in the penitentiary ... while she's sent off to some school for delinquent girls and her brothers and sisters become wards of the State I"
"If there was ever any doubt in my mind, you've cleared that problem up," I told them, looking at Dad. "My lips are sealed! But ... Vickie and Melody and Bobby are going to suspect something if I'm going out all dressed up so often at night...."
"We'll have to figure...." Mother started.
"Wait a minute," I interrupted her, but we were smiling at each other by then, like "bad" little children hatching up a way to skip school or something. "Let me think up the way. I think that since I'm a partner in this little business, I should have to be responsible for some of the "clever ideas" too. Now, let's see. Of course! The only obvious answer is baby-sitting! If we told them I was going to night school for extra courses, there would have to be a regularity ... a schedule to it. And I could hardly say that I was going out to do typing or secretarial work. Everyone knows I can't type a word."
"All right, clever daughter," Dad said with a triumphant type grin. "And why would a sixteen-year old girl be going out to baby-sit ... dressed in a tight-fitting dress, short skirt, hose and spike heels? Oh, and there will be the men who want 'special' appearances. One may want you dressed as a nurse, another one may want you to pretend to be an airline stewardess, and to be dressed the part. And the people who like very young girls ... you'll have to wear a short skirt, socks, maybe dungarees or shorts. What will little sisters and brother think about that?"
"They won't have to know," I responded proudly, have already thought of a plan. 'We all dress privately in our own rooms as it is. Nine months out of the year almost, I can slip on my outer coat ... or a trench coat before I leave my room. Nobody will have a chance to see what I'm wearing. And when I get home, they'll all be asleep....
"What if you have some Saturday or Sunday afternoon ... uh ... business engagements ... 'babysitting'?" Dad asked, thinking he had me beat. "Or during the warm weather? Have you thought of that, clever daughter?"
"Of course," I replied, sticking my nose up in the air jokingly and gesturing to Mother with my glass that I wanted another drink. "You've seen the huge pocketbooks that women carry today. I can always put on the sexy panties and things here, then carry the rest in my bag, and change in a women's restroom somewhere before I meet my ... client!"
"Ha-ha! Oh, Connie, honey!" Mother exclaimed with a big laugh, as she treated me to a big drink.
"You're just like me, Connie. I think this can work out beautifully. DamnI Am I getting drunk too, Bud?"
"Let's all get drunk!" I said liltingly, feeling no pain whatsoever. "The only thing I'm wondering about is how Dad is going to convince my future paying lovers that I'm as great as he thinks I am."
"The same way I convince them about your mother," he answered, reaching over to the jacket of his suit that was over the back of a chair and pulling out his long wallet from an inside pocket. "See? These pictures will turn any man on. I made them with the color Polaroid ... and I'll make some of you tonight ... right now!"
"Oh, yes, darlings!" Mother exclaimed happily. "I'll make up the bed in our room with the blue velvet spread. Connie, you go up and bring down your sexiest shorts, highest heel pumps, smallest garterbelt, sheerest bra, stockings ... and also the red bikini. Comb out your hair very alluringly, darling. Long, blonde hair turns men on so much. And don't use too much makeup. Just a good amount of lipstick, go easy on the eye-shadow, use the pencil on your brows so they show up nicely...."
Fifteen minutes later, I walked into their bedroom with my stockings, garters, bra, spike heels, and nothing else, except what I was carrying in my big purse. I acted like a sexy model. I turned around for them to see each angle. I set aside my bag and went into a few swivels and bumps and grinds.
"Oh, baby!" Dad yelled. "I know an Ambassador over in Washington who would pay a thousand bucks to have you like that ... well, at least three or five hundred."
"Is he good?" I asked innocently.
"Is he good?" Mother and Dad asked together in perfect synchronization, and then Dad continued, "What the hell difference does it make, Connie. There's something you've got to learn. You put on an act! Whatever the customer wants, is what turns you on! You fake it! You play it! You're the female, Connie! You don't have to prove how hot you are by producing a big, hard, cock!"
"I won't have to fake it, Dad," I said with a very precociously confident smile, and a twist of my hips. "I like sex! I love sex. Go ahead and take your pictures. Do you want me to diddle myself? Will that make me look good?"
"Yeah ... yeah," Dad panted, fixing the camera on the tripod and then pushing me down on the bed. "Go ahead, Connie. Play with your pussy. Let your legs swing apart and open the lips ... finger it. Oh, baby, baby ... that's great!"
After that, he took pictures of me from several angles and in several poses. I was licking my lips in some of them, sucking my thumb in others. I stood up and leaned over so that he could photograph me from the rear and both my cunt and asshole showed up. In the bikini pictures, I would sometimes put my hand right down under the briefs so it looked like I was playing with myself.
Mother had the vibrator out and I posed for some using that. I got so sexy and hot that Dad said the expressions on my face as I played with myself were the most real he had ever photographed. I handled my breasts in some of the pictures. In one. I played with my pussy with my left hand, while I was massaging a tit with my right hand. Mother also brought out two dildos that looked like real cocks. Dad took pictures of me using them. I posed with one like I was using it to masturbate, and then I posed with both of them in me-one in my pussy, the other up my ass.
Mother and Dad were both pretty hot too, and Mother began to use the dildo. She had a "wonderfur idea for a close-up picture of my cunt. She began to suck Dad's penis, while I played with myself until I was very, very juicy and had come twice as I watched her take his long cock in and out of her pretty lips.
She was to be denied, however, the pleasure of swallowing his come. I was sitting on a red velvet cushion on the edge of the bed with my legs spread. When Mother could tell that Dad was ready, they came over by me and she took his throbbing cock from her mouth and pointed it so that he came all over my pubic hairs, in my crotch, and on the red cushion between my thighs. She milked every drop out of him she could.
Dad already had the camera aimed and focused on the tripod. He was able to get several close-ups of that, plus some pictures of me with some of the come on my fingers as I tried to lick it off. I thought they were about the sexiest. They were close-ups of my face, and I was smiling as I licked off the come.
"It's two o'clock in the morning," Mother reminded us as the picture taking came to a close. "I think we should retire. Do you feel all right, Connie? Can you sleep without any trouble?"
"Of course," I said, acting very mature. "I'll have dreams about the rich Ambassador. When do I meet him?"
"I think we'll have to get together a few more times when the rest of the family is gone," my father said. "There are still some things you need to learn about, clever daughter."
"That sounds good," I replied, smiling, as I walked toward the door naked. "See? I told you I really liked sex. Maybe I can have another lesson' tomorrow afternoon...."