Weekend Surprise

*** AUTHOR’S NOTES: ***

This is a Taboo / Incest story on the fringes. It is primarily the story of Annike as she transitions from being a college girl open to anything sensual and sexual, to a woman that knows the blessings in her life.

To some, this will be a sad story. To most, I hope, it will be a story about overcoming life’s challenges and reaching your own personal best.

DISCLAIMER:

All characters and locations are fictional. Any resemblance to real people and real situations is purely coincidental. All sex takes place with people at least 21-years of age or older. The sexual interactions are between consenting adults.

I hope you enjoy the story.

 

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*** After the Game ***

 

Ottawa Kansas has one the best schools and a top-notch women’s soccer program. We may not be on the tip of your tongue, but don’t worry, we will be soon.

“Great game!” Gabbie smiled and slapped my ass. She had such delicate fingers. They always felt amazing when she congratulated me.

“You and Anna made it happen,” I called after her as she headed into the shower.

I was standing by the door looking at the field where it happened. I was still reliving the emotion and the euphoria of heading the winning goal. The game had been tied through regulation time. In the five minutes awarded for stoppage time, the coach shook up our lineup. She moved us into a more aggressive formation that freed me, Anna, and Gabbie.

A good charge, a flanking maneuver, a kick that went astray, and my ability to recover with a header that found the back of the net.

My senior year. Undefeated record. Gorgeous girls. And to score the winning goal in my last game. Fairy tales are more credible. That was my life at the moment. I knew I had to celebrate this.

I looked around and only Gabbie and Anna were around. I stripped out of my uniform as I walked to my locker. I released my breasts from the confinement of the sports bra and felt instantly better. My nipples hardened. I liked how they felt and looked atop my firm, round, below-average breasts.

It was annoying. I did the best with what mom and dad and God gave me. I tossed the bra into the dirty duffel bag. I shuck off the shorts and removed the athletic tape from my legs.

Looking around again I confirmed that even the coaches had headed home. I walked into the shower area and found Gabbie. At five-foot-two she was almost petite. She was incredibly fast and could stop on a dime.

Her face was soft and full. Her nose had the cutest little upturn. I watched her in the shower. I let my eyes flow through the small curves of the sexy hips and the almost flatness of her ass. She was perfect. The only thing she was missing was a cock. That’s not what I needed right now. I needed to be held and to be fed her nectar.

I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her chest. She leaned back and let out a soft mewl. Her voice sounded petite. I cupped the front of her crotch as I pressed my own onto her ass. She had a small landing patch that pointed the way to her sweet bits.

I spun her around. I didn’t have time for silly games. She knew I wanted her. I knew she wanted me. She looked up at me from her petite size. My tits on her beautiful face. Her eyes danced with mischief. At five-foot-six I don’t tower over many people. I towered over Gabbie. I pinned her to the wall right under the shower. She stood on tiptoes and offered her mouth to me. I took it.

I felt her soft lips part, her tentative tongue test for mine. I caressed her face and kissed her softly.

“I want you Gabbie.” True hunger in my voice, driving my words and deeper kisses.

“Take me, Annike.” She wrapped her arms around my neck, and we kissed. Our lips pressed against each other. Our bodies pressed together, and I caught her first moan in my mouth as two fingers plunged deep inside her. I curled them inside her beautiful body and she continued to moan into my mouth.

I kept thinking I wanted her to return the favor, but she simply surrendered to my invasion of her most private part. Her sweet moans fed me, and I started to move more quickly.

“Fuck! You are so wet.” The words came out unsolicited, but honest.

“Make…” Gabbie’s words faded and were replaced by a groan of pleasure.

Without stopping my fingers, I whispered in her ear, “What do you want me to make you do?” I nibbled her earlobe. Softly and silently I placed kisses in the most sensitive spots around her ear.

I took in the moment, the sound of the shower hitting our bodies and cascading onto the tile floor. I felt the soft scent of her floral perfume as it caressed my senses. Her body warm against mine, and her moans cheering my efforts on. Gabbie was my friend. She has been my lover of convenience for almost four years. We connect on so many levels it makes the stolen moments like this even more precious.

Her body tensed and I knew I had her.

“Give it to me, Gabbie. Give. It. To. Me!” My fingers working smoothly over her sensitive flesh.

“Just a little longer, Annike…” Her whimper a plea to keep her held in this moment. We both knew she did not mean it. We both knew she wanted her body over the cliff and floating back to earth in bliss.

“Give it to me,” I commanded with a gruff lust-filled voice. I took her mouth. She was mine.

She suddenly changed the game. Gabbie knew that the more aggressive I got, the more it meant I needed my orgasm. It was my impatience driving me.

Two of her fingers found my core and plunged in. It was a ferocious slam to my mind. One moment I’m driving her to orgasm, the next all I can think of is my own. My fingers stopped as I spread my legs and sunk down. I felt her fingers doing wonderful things inside me. She knows my body.

“Don’t you fucking stop fingering me, you bitch!” She shout-pleaded into my mouth.

I started to match her pace. My core clamped down onto her fingers on the way in, and then helped them leave my body only to accept them a moment later. I focused on the sensations she sent up my spine to my brain. The scent of her got stronger. Her mouth tasted sweeter as our fingers worked incessantly.

“Gabbie…” I paused to moan, “I’m yours.” I let the words float into our minds.

“Make me…” She tightened her athletic core around my fingers, “cum baby.” It was the last sign and I was nearly there. I wanted her to push me over the edge with her.

Her first shudder came with a loud moan. She opened her eyes and looked into mine. I knew this look, and I wanted what it offered. I opened for her and she pushed me over the edge.

We both rocked onto each other’s fingers. Groans and moans took us over the edge and we let our bodies sink to the floor.

“You made me.” Gabbie spoke between ragged breaths.

“You made me!” I kissed her nose.

Cuddling was our thing. Today I did not have time. I had to get home for the weekend.

I kissed her on the lips, got up, helped her up and we walked – naked – into the changing room.

 

*** Family History ***

 

I got into my almost classic 2003 Sebring Convertible, still smelling of the sweet Gabbie. I’d have to take a shower at home. I want to celebrate with my family, even if they didn’t make the trek for my last game. As I made my way to I-35. Thinking of dad, how poor we used to be, and how against all better advice he hit it big. Now, he’s the richest man in Lenexa. Thank you, BitCoin.

Back in 2013, mom thought dad was insane. He played the lottery religiously every week. He used his secret code. It was mom’s birthday, mine, his and Tim Scott’s. On a memorable Friday, he stopped by the Quick Trip and his buddy told him to check last week’s ticket. Dad laughed. I remember seeing his handsome face, the scruffy goatee, and him shaking his head.

“I never win at this, but you know, someday I will.” Dad’s Swedish accent faded over the years, but it was still there. Most women around him found it hot. I always laughed at them. Oh, don’t get me wrong. Dad’s never been a one-woman man. For that matter neither had mom been a one-man woman. However, they have this passion for each other, that won’t let anyone get between them.

“Liam. Oh Shit. Liam!!!” The guy behind the counter started shouting.

“What?!!!” Dad was getting annoyed.

“Liam. I’m sad to tell you that you did not win the Powerball. You didn’t win the full pot. But Liam, I want to tell you that you won something.”

Dad looked at him. The scowl on his brow said he thought he was being punked. Or, that all he’d won was a free ticket.

“Give, man. Give! What did I win? A free glass of water if I bring my old cup?”

“No. Liam. You won twenty-five thousand dollars.” He held out the ticket for dad to sign.

Dad leaned on the counter, turned and I was the closest to him.

I think he almost broke a rib or two. He wrapped his arms around me, pulled me in, and my entire body was pressed against him. My tits on the side of his chest. He hugged me low around my back and my hips were pressed against his. He planted a huge kiss on me. It only lasted half a second, but the power of what he did still burns in my deepest thoughts.

Then, dad did the most insane thing in the world.

He sunk all fifteen thousand dollars into a thing called BitCoin. It was selling for eight cents the day he bought it. The next few months it moved closer to zero, then bounced back. It was crazy.

Mom cut him off.

She stopped allowing him in the bedroom till he sold and recovered his money.

The biggest argument was when it hit two-hundred and fifty dollars.

“Cash out, Liam. This is more money than we’ll ever see in our lifetimes.” She pleaded with dad.

“Lovisa, you are the love of my life. I’m not selling.” He has always been a stubborn man. I get that from him, by the way.

It crashed.

They fought for days.

Then in early 2016 things started changing. More and more people were looking at BitCoin and it climbed to over Four-hundred dollars. Dad was redeemed in Mom’s eyes.

Then it hit one thousand. Then by the end of December, it was almost nineteen thousand.

Dad was a billionaire. Three. Times. Over!

Dad kept working just like he had for the last twenty-five years since coming to the middle of the United States. The biggest splurge came when he bought me this car. It was my dream car. He bought it used. He had it cleaned up, and made perfect, and when I turned sixteen, he gave me the keys.

 

*** Home at last ***

 

I had the top down the entire way from Ottawa to Lenexa. The wind, the music, the sun all made the trip along I-35 seem like only a minute or two.

I grabbed my duffel with all my clothes and headed for the front door. There were a few cars in the driveway, but it was usual for dad and his friends to be in the basement drinking beer and talking.

I opened the door and the only voices I heard came from the basement door.

I climbed to the main floor and tossed my clothes onto the bed. My first thing, always, is to get my laundry started.

In the middle of tossing my clothes in the washer, I heard soft, sensual sounds from the bedroom upstairs. Mom and dad’s room.

I let out a soft giggle.

In my mind, mom and dad had snuck upstairs for a quickie while the boys did something in the basement.

I listened; it was like listening to porn. I like to listen better than to watch porn. The images never live up to what’s in my mind.

I knew the boys were home, so I had to keep my attire at least a bit reasonable. I dug through my remaining clothes and found a flirty top and the tightest shorts. I put them on and checked the image on the mirror.

Long legs? Look good, though a bit bruised from the game.

Apple butt? I let my eyes trace the curve of my ass and these shorts did the trick. I wish I could have worn them during the game. That girl would have enjoyed watching my ass as much as I enjoyed watching her tight little curves.

Flat belly? I enjoyed seeing how the flirty cropped top hugged my middle but still showed my belly ring.

Small, round breast? I scrunched my nose at them. They looked okay, but I did not enjoy them being this average. Don’t get me wrong, at twenty-two, the nipples point up as they should. My problem is that when I look at other girls, I tend to enjoy the larger, heavier, more rounded breasts.

Eyes, hair, makeup? I was au Naturelle. My skin was too energized from the game earlier today. I would not be able to put any makeup on till it all calmed down. I thought about lipstick, but that would call attention to the wrong thing. The ponytail had to be adjusted. The drive pushed it down, and I don’t like it the way boys wear theirs. I pulled and tugged and voilà! My hair was in a presentable ponytail.

I walked out of my room. The noises from mom and dad’s bedroom were a bit louder, a bit more urgent. I liked the image of my parents venting their need with each other.

I was lost in the sounds and what my imagination was doing with them, that I did not notice someone come up the stairs from the basement.

“Hey, kiddo.” The familiar warm voice said.

“Hey, dad,” I said, as I tried to get my head out of my sexual fantasies.

“Dad!” I whisper-shouted at him. “What the hell?” Then it hit me. The only voice I’d heard clearly, was moms.

“Oh. God!” My hand flew to my mouth to stifle a laugh.

“You, okay? Did you head one too many balls today?” he laughed and wrapped his thick arms around my shoulders. “Come on, give your old man a kiss.” And he kissed my forehead.

“It still looks a bit red. Did you get a concussion?” He laughed and I swatted his forearm.

I walked with him to the fridge, and we pulled out another six-pack of beer and a few other things. He kept handing me stuff until my hands and arms were full.

We walked down the stairs, and as we did, I could swear dad looked up to the bedroom. He smiled for just a split second and kept going.

“What’s going on, dad?” I used my chin to point up to the bedroom. “Why’s mom. Um.” I paused a bit longer, then found the words. “Why’s mom enjoying herself alone up there?”

“You know mom.” Is all he said.

Ever since we were kids, and I’m the youngest, mom and dad did not overdo it, but they didn’t hide it either. About four years ago I got to visit granny Brita in Sweden. She opened my eyes to how dad was brought up. When granny Englika and Brita and I went to the spas the conversation often turned to sex.

It turns out that while it is not common, both Englika and Brita and their husbands were very loving and open as my parents were growing up. When they achieved legal age and maturity – those are not always close to each other – they talked openly about their sexuality.

I found it odd at the time. Now I realize that mom and dad raised us the same way. They never flaunted it. They never made a scene of it. They did not hide the important part sexual conversations play.

 

*** The Basement ***

 

I shook off the old memories and walked down to the basement with dad. The boys, all my dad’s age, were playing pool. Eric and Tim were dad’s oldest friends. They went to high school at the same time. They hung out with us by the pool since I was a little girl.

“Hi Tim.” I handed him the six-pack.

“Hey Annike, how was your game today?” He took the beer, pulled one out, and handed the six-pack to Eric.

“We finished with a perfect record.” I smiled as I moved towards the bar to put the rest of the stuff down.

I turned and watched as Eric leaned over the full-size pool table and lined up his shot.

“Eight-ball in the side pocket, off the rail.” His tone pure concentration.

I watched his muscular arm as it pulled back and effortlessly move through the ball, driving it towards the eight. It was an audacious shot, but I had seen him make it too many times to call it luck.

The cue ball hit the eight and as called, it bounced off the rail and moved directly onto the opposite side pocket.

I loved the few extra pounds on the man. His short curly hair made him look very dangerous. The V-shape of his torso told of younger years when he had a very muscular body. Now in his late forties, he’d slowed down a bit.

More than one night he intruded my fantasies and became the man between my legs. In my mind, his gorgeous dark-skinned face looked possessively down at me as I felt him fill my insides. The thought of him pushing my lips open, how it would feel as my folds would part and accept the head. How it would move inside. I always wondered if I would feel him as my body accepted his intrusion.

I’m sure my eyes glazed over as I relived the memories of all those nights. There were some late afternoons too.

“Annike,” The voice was distant. I tried to return from my memories, but they had me warm in all the right places.

“Annike.” This time Eric’s voice penetrated my daydream.

“Yeah…” But, my voice still betrayed me. I let the single word come out like a moan.

“Can you pass me some of those chips and dip?” Eric ignored what we both knew was obvious. He gave me a little wink. A little upturn on the corner of his mouth. He handled it like the gentleman I knew he was.

“Sure…” I let my eyes caress his face as I thought what it would be like to be wrapped in his arms. I wondered how much that safety would feel like. I imagined his voice as he spoke into my hair, and I smelled his delicious dark skin. A flash of his body contrasting against mine.

I handed him the chips first. He took them, but I held them a bit too long. He looked into my eyes. That’s when I regained all of my senses and stopped myself from letting him see the lust in my eyes.

“Here you go.” I handed him the dip and went around the bar so I could be safe from my thoughts.

 

*** Mom comes down ***

 

I watched the men change the game to cutthroat. Each trying to sink the other’s balls. Dad asked me if I wanted to play another game. I told him I was fine behind the bar.

He could not see my fingers dancing over the fabric of my shorts. I kept looking at Eric. I noticed how handsome Tim was. He was no match for Eric, but I would enjoy his comforting arms around me as well.

Out of nowhere, I hear dad say, “We watched your game on the internet. That goal in overtime was spectacular.”

I tried to shrug it off with, “Well, Tabbie and Anna set me up. All I did was put it in the goal.”

Dad and his friends would have none of it.

“Nonsense!” Tim spoke first. “You had to stop the ball, put it on your right foot, and had to arc it into the left corner. That was neither Tabbie nor Anna’s doing.” He walked over to the bar and extended a hand. I filled it with a new beer.

“I have to agree with Tim. He may not know a thing about playing pool, but he knows his soccer. No one else, sprinting in from the left corner as you did would have had the poise to get that shot off.” Eric walked over, still holding the cue stick. I imagined him using it between my legs.

Dad came over and took the middle seat at the bar. He nodded to his Dewar’s scotch, a twenty-seven-year-old he liked. “Neat, please.” He reached for his favorite tumbler and handed it to me from the shelf under the bar.

I turned, and as I did, the weirdest thought crossed my mind. I laughed and went along with it.

The booze shelf was the second-lowest behind the bar. Most people keep their liquor up high and on display. Dad’s different. He has the large screen TV where the mirror usually goes. The camera pointing out from the center, and it makes it look like a mirror. That is where the similarities end.

Elizabeth and Valeria found that the TV also had a healthy collection of porn in the storage drive. The three of us used to sneak down after mom and dad went to bed. We closed the basement door. We’d listen for a long time, and then we watched our fair share of porn on that screen.

The three of us had our eyes opened when we played our first lesbian video. We were home from our freshmen year in college. Elizabeth went to Mizzou to play soccer. Valeria went to Arkansas. Both of them on scholarships. They were both finance majors. They had very good grades. They were four-year starters like I was. None of us were all that great to get a scholarship.

Last year I found a document on dad’s desk. He had paid for the schools to give all three of us scholarships to play soccer. To make up for anyone that may not have received a school scholarship, he added three more scholarships. They were designed to go to the girl that did not make the soccer team on scholarship. He gave three girls full-ride scholarships. He provided transportation for each. Since two of the girls were having difficulty adjusting to school life without parents, he added four trips a year. They could be used by them to go home, or for parents to visit.

I wanted to be angry. I thought I earned my athletic scholarship.

When I confronted him, he told me that he was giving the three girls scholarships. He added that he also found their dream companies and made contacts with senior management. The deal was that if the girls applied themselves, they’d get a job when they graduated.

Elizabeth was my first. I wanted to remain a virgin for when I got married. I knew I liked girls. I just did not see myself being exclusive with girls. I remember how her hot breath felt on my flesh. My legs were spread. Her eyes intently watching my folds invitingly part. There was the slightest hesitation, but when she made contact, it was heaven.

Valeria watched from the arm of the couch. Her eyes darting from the screen to the live-action. By the time the night was over, all three had too many orgasms to count. We pinkie swore to date each other exclusively. We all broke that promise our sophomore year. We did, however, date often when we were in the same state.

That morning mom had breakfast made for the three of us. Us four women sat at the kitchen counter and talked. Mom let us all know she knew what we had been up to. She did it without saying a word. She just wanted us to know she was not judging. When Elizabeth and I spent Thanksgiving vacation at home, mom and dad did not say anything when we openly kissed and slept together.

I even think I saw a raised eyebrow of approval when Valeria joined us and the three of us openly dated. Mom even gave us pointers on where to go to enjoy our relationship in Kansas City.

All of that came to me as I decided that I was going to keep my legs straight, bend from the waist, and put my ass on display for Eric, Tim, and dad. I knew they’d enjoy the view. Well, two of the three anyway.

That’s when I heard the soft melodic voice of my mother, “Is that how I taught you to bend over, Annike? Is that the proper way for a young lady to do it?” I turned to see her coming down the last step. A man was right behind her.

I grabbed the Dewar’s and turned around. Dad was looking at mom with a smile on his face.

 

*** Mom and Milo ***

 

I poured dad two fingers of scotch. He took it and smiled at me.

“Annike, I want you to meet a good friend of your mother’s.” He pointed with the tumbler to the man standing a lot too close to mom.

“Milo, I want you to meet our youngest. Annike is finishing her last year of college. She is going into Law School in the fall; unless we can change her mind.”

I walked around the bar; this time I was feeling a bit self-conscious. I knew everyone except this new guy.

I stood in front of Milo, looked him up and down, and realized he looked just like one of the movie stars mom always said dad gave her a hall pass.

I put my hand out, and he took it. We shook.

“Nice to meet you Annike. Anyone ever tell you; you are the spitting image of your mother.”

“I’ve been told.” I looked at mom, grabbed her hand, and pulled her towards the stairs, “Mom, we need to do something upstairs.”

“I’ll be right back boys.” Mom followed me up the stairs.

“Don’t be too long, Lovisa.” Milo quipped as we disappeared through the kitchen and onto the back deck.

I turned and faced mom, eye to eye.

“What the fuck, mom. What is going on?” My own voice frightened me. It was the harshest tone I’ve ever taken with my parents.

“Yes, and a good one too.” Mom winked at me.

“I–” Her honesty froze me. I expected her to lie to me. I had the moral high ground, and she just swept the rug out from under me.

“Is this why you brought me up here?” Mom turned her head a bit sideways and put a hand to my face. “Don’t be alarmed, Nika. Dad’s fully aware, and so are Tim and Eric. There are no secrets between any of us.”

I looked at her. I stumbled back and found the bench and plopped down onto it. “What do you mean? What does, we don’t have secrets among us mean? Really.”

“Honey, it’s exactly what it means. Dad knows that I was upstairs fucking Milo. He is gorgeous. He knows how to make me feel good. He knows how to make me give him pleasure. It is all fine, Nika. I’m serious.” Her tone was soft, soothing, and reassuring.

“Dad knows you fuck around?” I was almost indignant.

“Yes, dear.” I hated that tone from her. It was almost condescending.

“What do you mean?” I was trying to stand, but my legs would not allow it.

“Nika, dad, and I have been swingers since long before we married and had our first child. We both love to fuck other people and we have no problems doing it at home. Eric and Tim have had me alone and in pairs for years. Dad’s enjoyed their girlfriends and their wives.” She looked at me.

“Nika, why are you so shocked?”

“Mom, that’s indecent for God’s sake.” I was regaining the moral high ground.

“No dear, it is not.” She kept her tone reassuring. “In fact, when you and Elizabeth and Valeria had your beautiful tryst, we thought of telling you then. We talked about it. Watching the three of you, so openly in lust with each other. We thought you’d understand our lifestyle.”

“That’s disgusting. You two wanted to fuck Elizabeth and Valeria? Are you fucking serious?” I stood up and paced the deck.

“Why? All three of you were fully consenting adults. You obviously were experimenting. A three-way love affair is not a common thing, Nika. You can understand that, can’t you?”

I was furious. My own mother wanted to: To what? Fuck my friends?

I found a chair at the opposite end of the deck and plopped into it.

“I can’t believe all these years you two lied to me. To us. Or. Wait. Am I the last one to find out?” The realization that as the youngest I was the last to figure out mom and dad’s lifestyle hurt more than finding out they fucked around.

Dad showed up at that moment. I expected to see the shame on his face. Instead, he was proud as a peacock.

“Hey princess. You okay?” He looked straight into my eyes as he put his arm around mom. She leaned into him.

“Love, you smell well fucked.” Dad placed a kiss on her head.

“I got off at least five or six times.” She smiled and kissed his chest.

I was fuming. Here they were having this conversation in front of me.

“Get a room. Seriously. I’m so mad at you both. I don’t want to see you. I should head back to the dorm and deal with this during the summer if I come home.” The words sounded good in my mind. The reality is, I made no effort to get out of the chair.

I’ve always seen mom and dad kiss. I don’t even remember the first time I saw dad put his hands down her blouse, or her dress and squeeze mom’s tits. They were never quiet in bed, so I always knew they had a very active sex life.

In fact, as I think more about this when mom or dad caught me masturbating, they never made a big deal of it. If I was in my bedroom, they simply closed the door. Sometimes they didn’t even do that.

“How big of a perverted family do I have?” The words flew from my mouth.

Dad looked into my eyes, smiled a bit, rocked his head back and forth as he scrunched his lips in thought. After a moment he said, “It depends how you measure it. Compared to vanilla families that hide all their sexuality, we are about a ten on a scale of one to ten. If we compare it to the families, we grew up in; we’re a bit tamer. I’d give it a three.”

He sat across from me, and mom sat on his lap.

Mom started where dad left off. “Nika, our families were not unique. Sexuality back home is far more open. Spas are usually full of naked people. Sex work is open and considered a very established profession. It is not unusual for a first time, once you are of age, to be with a professional. My first adult time was with a very beautiful young man, about my age. He was very experienced. When he took my virginity and I cried after, he held me. He comforted me. He made sure I looked at being sexually open, as a very good thing.”

“Yeah, but that’s different.” The words sounded lame to me.

“At home, once we reached legal status, sex was plentiful. I was on the pill right away. I can’t tell you how many times I was properly pleasured at home.”

“What are you saying, mom?”

“What your mother is trying to say, is that when we moved to America, some of the things we considered natural and normal, became taboo.” He reached a hand to me.

The sudden realization of what they were talking about, upset me. I was wearing very tight shorts. My top easily pulled up to show my tits. Here I was sitting in front of two perverts. There was no other way to say it.

“Mom, dad. I cannot get my head around this. Are you telling me that in addition to fucking around with strangers: In addition to you fucking Tim, Eric, and now Milo, you fucked your family?” My jaw dropped.

“When you say it like that, it sounds awful. It wasn’t like that.” Dad’s tone was subdued, and I think I picked up a bit of pain in it too.

I looked at him. The flush on my face and the anger inside starting to boil. “Do you want to fuck me, dad? Mom?”

 

*** Moment of Truth ***

 

The silence was intense. Sirens wailed in the distance. The sounds of tires on the pavement was only broken up by the crickets chirping. No one spoke. None of us even moved.

The question I asked weighed heavily on everyone’s mind. My stomach was twisting. Deep inside me, though, was a strange sensation. I could not name it, but it was there.

I looked from mom to dad and back again. Neither spoke. The soft musical sounds from the basement entered my awareness. It had taken that long for anyone to speak.

“Nika,” mom broke the silence. “I know this is coming as a shock to you. I think we handled this poorly.” She stopped and looked straight into my eyes. Her blues were soft, almost pleading for me to understand.

I was not happy. I was downright angry. The one place I thought was safe, was no longer.

“Ya think!” I snapped the words.

She flinched from the vehemence in my tone. Dad patted her thigh to let her know he was there and felt her pain.

“Nika, you are being harsh and very judgmental. I think you need to take a moment or two and process this. We’ve never judged you for your choices. We’ve always been supportive of your desire to explore your own sexuality. I agree that our sexuality is outside of societal norms. Keep in mind that it is always consensual, and we are above board with everyone involved.” Dad said in a soft tone.

I wish he had screamed at me. I wish his face would have been flushed with anger and accusation. It wasn’t. It was his way of putting a summary to what I was thinking.

“Do you think,” he continued, “We don’t love you, we don’t take care of you, and we don’t want to protect you from the more harmful tendencies in this world?”

“I don’t know what to think, dad.” My voice cracked.

“Dad, look, this has all come down on me like a freight train. You and mom are right. I’m very sexually open and I have no problems with girls or boys as lovers. I don’t mind the slap and tickle either. Heck, I even explore my own body and my vivid fantasies – often.” I let out a chuckle.

“Nika, if you are uncomfortable with our sex play tonight, we can keep it to the basement. You can go upstairs, and we’ll keep it down. You’ll know what’s going on, but we won’t flaunt it in front of you.” Mom tried to find a compromise that kept me in the house, and not driving back to Ottawa after such a long day.

“You are saying that I can stay; but that you all are going to keep fucking?” I raised an eyebrow to accent the question.

“That is what I’m saying. Yes.” Mom nodded.

“Wow.” I leaned back on the chair and just stared at my parents.

The problem I was having is hard to explain. On one level I was angry my mom was fucking around on dad. On that same level, I did not understand dad’s willingness. There was a lower level: It was a baser one. Something was churning deep inside me.

It took time for me to recognize it. I was vibrating inside. My body was responding to all the sexual conversation. There is something about me. The dirtier the conversation. The more honest about such thoughts the conversation is, the more I realize how much turned on I get.

I realized that when the breeze hit just right, the crotch of my shorts was wet.

I looked at mom. I tried to temper my face. I did not want her to know that something inside me found this conversation a bit taboo and a lot arousing.

“Mom, you and dad did not answer my question. Let me ask you, woman to woman, would you like to know your husband is fucking his daughter?” My tone was supposed to be angry, but I failed.

“Nika, if I knew you wanted it. If I knew it was your idea. If I knew you were okay with it. Then I would have no issue with it. I’ve watched your father fuck more women than I can count. I love to see what he does to them. I love knowing what they are feeling and seeing how they enjoy it.”

“You are sidestepping the real meaning of the question.” I was now angry again.

“What do you want me to say?” Mom matched my tone.

“I want a yes or no answer. No equivocating.” The words tumbled from my mouth.

“Yes. I’d love to see your father shoving his cock not only into your pussy, but also in your ass.” She stopped. She looked up at dad. Then she added, “There! Are you happy now?” Her voice cracked and a tear drifted down along the side of her nose.

I watched the tear wind its way down her skin. It was followed at first by a single partner. Then a moment later her eyes flowed tears down her face. She turned into dad’s shoulder and buried her face. She shook with sobs.

Dad stroked her hair and cooed soft words in her ear.

“Mom…” I had never seen her cry from anything I’ve ever said to her. She stayed buried in dad’s shoulder.

I got up from the chair, walked around the table, and knelt by her side. I slipped a hand between mom’s face and dad’s chest. He watched me. I’m sure he was wondering what I was about to do.

I gently pulled her face to look at me. She blinked away her flow of tears. I kissed each eye tenderly. Her tears tasted salty. She looked into my eyes. Her lips quivered as though she was about to say something.

I stopped her. I placed my lips on hers. I kissed her. I felt her lips part and I took the lead and let my tongue enter her mouth and caress her own. Mom was a bit surprised, but she responded. She wrapped her arms around me and placed a hand on the back of my neck. She pulled me in and the hunger took us both. We kissed as she sat on dad’s lap. He watched but did not move.

The more we kissed the deeper we fell into each other. The hidden passion surfaced. I told myself that all I had wanted to do was to make her feel better.

It was a lie.

My hidden secret burst through, and I was kissing a new lover for the first time. I recognized the typical embers light the kindling between my legs. The more we kissed, the more fuel I fed my fire. I felt hers grow as well.

Our hands started roaming. I felt her arms leave my back, and her hands trace my sides. Her fingernails traced my jaw and I completely melted. It was soft. It was tender. Controlled. She could have dug her nails in and I would have found it erotic. She did not. She traced my jaw, and I sucked her tongue into my mouth.

I wanted to feel her warmth. I needed to taste her mouth. It was all about that first kiss and milking her for all the sensuality she was willing to share.

I needed this.

I wanted this.

I fell into her spell and swam towards her lust. I wanted her more than I’ve ever wanted another lover. My body ached for her to continue exploring. I wanted everything and I wanted it now.

Mom’s experience showed. She took her time and let my fires consume me. I started to trace her sides and wanted to feel her breast and nipples. She took my hand and slowed me down. She was in control, and I knew I needed to submit to her pace.

I felt her lips leave mine. There was such an emptiness. It physically hurt. I have never felt like this. Ever!

It has nothing to do with how hot my mom looks. I have dated big girls, small girls, fat girls, skinny girls, girls with big and small tits. The one thing they all have in common is their amazing brain. If our minds connect, then the chemistry is there, and the rest does not matter. It is all about that connection that matters to me.

I have that connection with mom.

She was there for me after that awful first time. He was such a nice guy but had no idea about aftercare. Mom soothed my soul and kept me centered. When I had my affair with Elizabeth and later with Valeria, mom was there. She helped me make sense of the sexual attraction. She helped me deal with the concept of polyamory.

Mom and I connected on so many other levels. This was just one more layer of understanding and comfort. We have that connection my brain responds to, and my body craves.

Losing the feeling of her lips and her tongue on me and in me was devastating.

Then I felt her breath on my neck, and I opened up for her. The feeling of her tongue on my neck was exquisite. I let out a long soft moan of approval and gratitude.

She kept kissing my neck. She sucked and licked her way around and I offered myself. She took all I gave her and returned the sensations with great interest. At one point I felt her bury her face in my neck, take my skin in her lips and suck. Mom was going to leave a mark, and I realized I wanted it. I turned my head to give into her fully. She accepted my offering, and her tongue worked the skin as she increased her suction.

It was going to be a dark one. I would have it when I got back to the university. I knew it would raise some questions, and the thought went right down to the other end of my body. I felt warm and loved and it was all as it should be.

I wanted to touch mom more, but her dominance was clear. She did not want me to move, or to initiate anything. She was in control, and I felt right following her lead. Even the thought of admitting my mom was in control sent fire inside and I wanted her in me, to stoke those fires.

I felt her fingers trace the buttons of my blouse, then the rush of cool air caressing my nipples. Finally felt her lips entrap my nipple and start to suck. I arched my back. I offered her my breast. It was the first time in my life I wished I had milk to feed her my desire.

“Oh, mom…” The words drifted from my lips, and I squeezed the bottom of my breast to feed her my nipple. She latched on and I felt it stretch deep into her mouth. My body quivered. I never knew it could happen. I felt my brain go dim, then it lit like the night sky on the fourth of July. I let out a deep guttural sound as my body convulsed with pleasure.

“That’s it. Like that. Yes, like that. Oh, baby let it flow through you.” Mom cooed into my orgasm.

I trembled as she latched on again and I felt her raspy tongue attack my nipple. No woman and no man I had ever been with was that rough with my nipple. The pain was distant, the pleasure was in the forefront. Mom knew my body like she knew her own. I groaned again and again but she never relented. I kept my hand firmly under my breast, squeezing it into her mouth.

Each stroke of her tongue rekindled my flames and another wave of pleasure coursed from my belly and crashed against the edges of my body. My nipple wanted her to be rougher.

“Girls, I think we should take this inside. It is dark, but your moans are very evocative.” Dad spoke for the first time since it all started.

I feared his words were going to break the spell.

Mom kissed my lips, grabbed my hand, and led me back into the kitchen. I felt naked and alone, so I closed the gap and wrapped an arm around her, and she pulled me in close.

 

*** Decisions ***

 

Mom, dad, and I stood at the stairs. One set led to their bedroom. If I walked down the hall I’d be in mine. Walking down the stairs we’d be in the basement with Tim, Eric, and Milo. Mom looked at me, then she nodded to her bedroom.

I looked at dad. He shrugged his shoulders. It was my decision. I could play it safe. I could just walk to my room. If I was being fair, I’d also masturbate for a long time reliving the feel and want of the kisses from mom that ripped an orgasm from my body.

I screwed up my courage. I kissed mom, turned, and kiss dad on the lips. They were quick pecks, but they carried meaning.

“Have I ever…” I paused. I wasn’t sure how this was going to go over. I started again, “Um. Did you two know that I’m a bit – well, a lot – of an exhibitionist?”

Mom looked up at dad and busted out laughing.

“What?” I was shocked at their reaction.

“You mean the woman that still, to this day, lets me catch her masturbating in bed?” Mom still laughed, but a bit more under control.

“Or the woman,” dad added, “That never locks the bathroom door when she’s getting ready, or masturbating, or both?”

In unison, as though rehearsed, “No, we are shocked. Really?”

I reached back to the little corner counter that held the tissues. I grabbed two and handed one to each.

“What’s this for?” Mom looked puzzled but she still laughed.

“To wipe the sarcasm drooling from the corners of your mouths.” I retorted and swatted their shoulders.

I started to walk down the stairs. Mom and dad were still frozen where I left them.

“Are you two coming, or am I going to have to seduce these men all by myself?” I giggled at the image.

Mom laughed again and started down the stairs, “Let me explain to them if you don’t mind Nika. I think this is going to be as unexpected to them as it was to dad and me.” She finished as she stepped onto the basement carpet.

Tim was bent over the pool table, taking a shot. I liked how nice his body looked. I don’t mind that he’s put on some weight. None of it went to his ass. I wonder why men don’t have that problem.

Eric leaned against the far wall, watching the shot. He looked up and saw mom enter the room. He threw her a questioning look. He looked at me, and I was all smiles. That seemed to put him at ease.

Milo was sitting by the bar. He looked over and got a sense of the mood. Seeing us all in better moods than we left in, he let out a breath I’m sure he did not know he was holding.

“Gentlemen,” Mom started. “It seems that the acorn does, indeed, not fall far from the tree. Annike and I had a few tense moments, but then we had a beautiful moment. We girls have decided that for the rest of this night, and this night only, clothing is optional.” Mom played with her golden hair, and her blue eyes sparkled with mischief.

“I was not consulted on this,” I told mom.

“Do you disagree, Nika?” One eyebrow quirked in a challenge.

“No. Well, yes. You made it sound that clothing was only optional for us girls. I think that should be amended. Don’t you?” I leaned into her and kissed her on the lips. I wanted everyone to see what we had planned, or at least what I had planned.

After the kiss, and a few pecks, and an oh so delicious squeeze of my nipples, mom told the men. “Clothing is not optional for you men. It is forbidden in this basement. If you do not care to partake, we understand. But, if you stay, please know you’ll be fair game.” She looked over at me.

“Better, Nika?”

“Much better, mom.” I finished removing my open top. I was impressed that none of these men made a big deal that my tits were out. They all noticed, sort of, but they did not make a big deal of it. It was reassuring to notice that older men, men that have seen a lot of tits, can contain themselves.

Eric asked, “So, what are the rules? Sadie Hawkins sexual rules?”

I looked at mom, having no clue what that was.

“It’s when the girls pick the boys to dance with, dear. I think it only fair since we are outnumbered. Don’t you?” She smiled, but I saw the lust in her eyes. She liked the idea.

“Mom, are you more excited at the idea of having sex in the open, or that you’re going to watch me have sex in front of you and dad?” I looked into her deep pools of blue water and got lost in them.

“I think I like all of the above. But, to be honest. I think I’m going to like that you’re going to see me in my sexual environment.” Mom winked and tugged my shorts down just a bit.

I took the hint and wiggled my way out of them. I picked these earlier because they fit tight. They hug my ass and they let the full roundness be exposed. By this time of the night, though, the best part for me is that they work their way between my butt cheeks. It gives men, and women, a good idea of how round and tight my ass is.

I do believe that my ass is my best feature. My legs are good, don’t get me wrong. I’m an athlete that runs all the time. But they are a bit too muscular. Even in high heels, they are only a pathway up to my ass. I know that, and I like when I catch someone noticing and flowing up my legs and lingering on my round ass.

I like my breasts, but they are only breasts when I’m in good-girl mode. When I get hot, like I am now, they are my tits. They serve one purpose for now. They place my nipples on solid ground to poke through my shirts if I’m not wearing the right bra. Right now, in my nakedness, my nipples were at full attention.

I liked how Eric’s eyes traced every bit of my body. I liked how when our eyes met, he did not look away. He had the confidence to let me know he approved of my body. I walked over to him. I draped my arms around his large shoulders, leaned in a bit over his small belly. I placed my breasts on his chest and stood on the tips of my toes.

“Eric, may I have the pleasure of this dance?” I playfully batted my eyes at him. He stifled a laugh, and led me to the center of the room, away from the pool table. I was naked. He was fully dressed. His skin dark on his arms. My body nearly aged porcelain.

We started moving to the music, and I melted into his body. I could feel the hardness of the muscles under his shirt. He kept his hand just above the outward curve of my ass. I wanted it lower, but he was a gentleman.

“You follow like a dream.” He looked into my eyes as we did a few turns. I liked how confidently he moved on this improvised dance floor.

“It’s because you lead like you know what you want. It makes it easy to trust you and simply follow. It keeps me from engaging my brain to figure out what I need to do next.” I lay my face against his chest. It swallowed me and I wanted to completely melt into him. It was the nakedness against his shirt and his pants. He could take whatever he wanted, and I’d eagerly give him more.

As we turned, I noticed mom and dad looking at us. It made me feel good to see their approval.

“Eric,” I started softly.

“Yes, Annike?” His heated breath caressed the top of my head and cascaded down to my face. I inhaled his breath to taste it.

“What does a girl have to do, to feel your delicious hands on her ass?” I looked up into his dark, smoldering eyes.

“She has to be a good girl and finish the dance.” He lowered his lips and kissed my forehead. I raised to let him know I wanted more but was willing to wait.

It seemed like the song lasted for hours, if not days. I felt small trickles of my moistness wet my upper thigh. I was melting and the scent about us was full of our arousal. His musk was intoxicating. No man my age could match what I was feeling, and he had not laid a hand on me.

The intensity of the moment was overwhelming. Teasing was always my art. Eric took it to an entirely different level. It was one I had no idea existed. Mom gave me a small glimpse of denied pleasure. Eric was making me read the entire book.

I wanted to be taken.

I wasn’t so sure Eric would be the one to give me the pleasure.

 

*** Fulness ***

 

The song ended. Finally! I started to walk off the improvised dance floor in our basement. He surprised me. He scooped me up in his arms, carried me to the sofa. I was laid down like a princess onto her matrimonial bed. I felt wonderful until he broke contact.

Twice tonight I felt unimaginable emptiness with a side helping of loneliness. When his hands let me go, there was a vacuum. I felt tears prick at my eyes. How could it be that I wanted Eric so much? No, I needed Eric so much. I needed to splay my legs wide open, and I craved to feel him fill the void between my legs.

I looked to the matching love seat and noticed mom sitting on dad’s cock. Tim worked on finding the right position. When he did, I saw his cock push into mom, and she accepted him. No, she welcomed him into her body. She leaned back over dad’s shoulder and offered her mouth to Milo. Milo fished his cock out of his pants and fed a somewhat flaccid cock to my mom’s lips. The erection arrived in short order.

I winked at her when we made eye contact. She pointed with her chin to Eric. He was slowly undressing just out of my sight. His eyes burning my skin with hunger. The emptiness vanished and I knew he was as famished as I was.

He moved with cat-like grace from around the side of the sofa. He entered my natural field of view. The sensation of being pray to such a hungry beast, the one behind his eyes, fed my desire. I wanted to be consumed by him. His beautiful skin was about to touch mine. His eyes forced me to look back into the lust-filled deep and dark pools. It was mesmerizing.

I looked over at mom one more time. I liked being on display, but I found I liked watching my mother be completely filled.

Eric started to stroke his cock to get it hard enough. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to smell him. I reached out a hand and he took it.

“Let me help with that. Please. Eric.” I pleaded shamelessly in a room with both my parents.

He looked at me. He was debating whether or not to let me have this pleasure. A bit of him had to be wondering if I was going to get him off too quickly.

He gave in to the soft, pouty lips I offered him.

“You are a scandalous wench, aren’t you Annike?” His voice came out gruff.

He took his cock in hand and placed the tip on my lips. Everyone tells you how gloriously huge a cock is. Everyone wants you to think that if six inches is good, then twelve inches is better. I am here to tell you; Eric did not have a four-inch-thick cock. He did not have a ten-inch-long one either. He was reasonably delicious and curved just perfectly for my body. The head was covered by skin. I had never been with someone uncut.

I pulled back the foreskin. I was afraid of hurting him. I’m used to spitting on a cock to reduce the friction. His foreskin pulled back and it revealed pre-cum all over the dark mushroom head. The scent was manly. It was. How do I describe heaven with honey on top? I wanted to lick him and taste all of him.

I leaned forward to take him in my mouth. He denied me the pleasure. He tisked at me for being so brazen and forward. He was in control. I was to be patient.

I’m not patient.

I’m impulsive.

I’m beautiful and in bed, I always get what I want and when I want it. I’m the queen of any bed I’m in. Boyfriends do as I ask. Girlfriends do as I ask, even if it’s only with a look.

Eric had none of it. He did not care. He had far stronger feelings than just caring about me and my needs. He was going to teach me how my body could crave something so much that tears flowed from my eyes.

Who the fuck cries when they’re about to get fucked? I yelled at myself in my head.

The answer was simple. I did. I knew he was going to take my body places I had no idea even existed.

He pushed the very tip of his cock in my mouth. I took a long lash with my tongue and made sure to taste all of him. Some of it was not as good as all of it. Once I had his flavor in my mouth, my nose picked up the musk that makes me crave it. I wrapped my lips tight around his cock. I used my tongue to stroke the thick vein in back. I took slow swirling licks on his bulbous head.

I knew I could do this all night. Eric had been at the center of some amazing fantasies. Tonight he was at the center of my soul, and his cock was well placed in my mouth

He pushed into my mouth, and I aligned my jaw to accept him. I had no idea how deep he wanted to go. I did know how far down my throat I wanted him.

Eric sensed what I needed. He looked into my eyes and nodded a question to me. I looked back. The fire in my eyes told him all he needed to know. Suddenly his cock was at the edge of my throat. He held it there. I swallowed to let him know there was no gag reflex to worry about.

His next thrust filled my throat and I found that my gag reflex was alive and well. My throat tightened around his cock. I started to panic. I was going to cough, and snot and saliva were going to fly everywhere. I had not had this reaction since the first cock I swallowed.

Hey, don’t judge. I always thought down my throat was much safer than nine months in my womb. More so, some men like to see it on my face. If I have time, I don’t mind feeling the heat of the moment splash on my face. If I need to look presentable, fixing my lipstick is much easier than cleaning my face.

I wanted to tap out. He was not that big. He certainly was not that large. Why was I about to gag on this gorgeous cock? He adjusted and suddenly it was gone. Oh. My. God. Eric did this on purpose. He taught me a lesson in humility, without humiliating me.

He smiled down at me, and let me take him down my throat till I could feel his flesh push against my nose. I liked feeling full, and so close. There’s a warmth that radiated from Eric’s cock that made me feel safe, wanted, and important to him. I swallowed several times to let the muscles in my throat caress his cockhead.

“Oh. Fuck. Nika” Eric groaned.

I kept shouting in my mind for him to give it to me. I wanted him to fill my mouth full of him. I needed to taste the bitter-sweet stickiness. I wanted to swallow it. I had to show him I was his good girl. I knew I could get him hard again.

He wrapped his fingers around my long blond hair and pulled back. He was not gentle. Eric was putting me in my place, and he was not going to take no for an answer. I surrendered willingly and let him move me where he wanted.

My head tilted up and I was exposed. He came down upon me like a bird of prey. My mouth was plundered, and I gave into his desire. It was fireworks. My tongue felt his as my mouth was taken. Most men I had been with, even some of the women, did not care to kiss me after I went down on them. Eric took me. He absorbed my scent and flavor and would have nothing less than me: Completely. I gave myself to him.

I spread my legs hoping against all hope he’d plunder me. Eric did not disappoint. I felt him push his head past my folds. I felt myself stretch open. My body adjusted to accept his thrusts. It was magical. Mom, Dad, Tim, and Milo disappeared from my mind. They were distant echoes of remote pleasures. My core felt the welcome invasion and felt full. I needed him to take me. I did not want to fuck him. That was not what my body needed. It needed to be fucked. My core tightened as he pulled out of me, and I felt that emptiness inside me. I felt alone. It hurt to be so empty, and then he plunged back in. His powerful fingers turning my chin, so I was looking straight up into his smoky eyes.

The inferno behind those dark eyes frightened me. There was no malice in his eyes. What I saw was raw desire. It was primal. It was an ancient calling that I finally answered for him. He took me, and I gave all of myself. I hid nothing from him. My eyes flowed with tears and the smile on my face let him know it was wonderful to feel so full. To be taken so deeply.

In my short years of sexual experience, I had it all wrong. I thought the orgasms that I gave and received were the true objective. This man, for everyone else had been boys, understood what I needed and gave it to me. He gave me love, and passion wrapped in tenderness and hunger. I understood, at that moment what it was that drew me to him. Eric was the man to show me what it felt like to be a woman. He showed me that even as he plundered me with rhythms only he could control, I was his – and only his. I spread myself wider, tilted my hips to give his amazing cock the greatest feeling as he took me.

I wanted to milk him inside me. He was bare but I did not care. He was inside me and the thought of him ever pulling out crushed me. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to teach me what it was like to live and not merely exist.

I looked up into his furrowed brow and whispered, “Take me there, Eric. Only you can do it and I know it now.” He smiled, but his rhythm never changed. I saw how he looked at my small round breasts moved to his music. I wondered what he thought of a young woman’s body. Everyone thinks that young is better, but Eric knew I was his instrument and I was here to be played for his pleasure.

I arched my back further and looked more deeply into his eyes. I wanted to see the bonfire he had ignited. The urgency was there, but only for him to see it consume me. To make me quiver with surrender and delight. It was about me gifting him with the truth of the rapture he put me through.

I lost all track of time and coherent speech. Sounds, guttural and primal exploded from my core and out my mouth. Incomprehensible sounds flowed like the waves of cataclysmic orgasm swept over me. A steady drumbeat of lightning bolts made me jolt to his every thrust. Recovering some of my senses all I could think of was to squeeze my vaginal wall around his delicious cock and milk him into my body.

The fire in his eyes was white-hot. He was on the same precipice I had been, and I was helping him fall into it. The first wave of pleasure showed in his face. There was this look of desire and concern. I nodded almost imperceptibly, and it vanished. It was all glorious pleasure and I felt it. His muscles contracted inside me. There was a moment of complete stillness. Then the white-hot cream erupted deep within me, and I felt it was over my cervix and the deepest walls of my cunt. I arched my back and offered him a new target inside me.

As he took me, and as he claimed and marked me, I orgasmed again. It was different than the first one. This was less powerful, but the waves kept crashing into me, and I responded by pushing myself onto him.

I was full of Eric and my body wanted more. This was the best lovemaking I had ever experienced. It set the bar very high for anyone that followed him.

 

*** Aftercare ***

 

Suddenly mom was at my side. She smelled of cum. It was erotic and tender at the same time.

“Nika. Nika baby. Are you all right?” She traced a soft hand across my forehead. She trailed it with loving kisses.

“I’m fine, mom.” I was confused.

“Nika, are you sure you’re all right?” Mom caressed me gently.

“I am, mom. Why are you being so weird?” I could not understand. Then it dawned on me, Eric was not on top of me. I was under a blanket.

“Honey, you passed out about ten minutes ago. I was worried. I’ve had intense orgasms like yours, but they never put me out for any length of time. Eric was very worried about you.” The concern was clear.

I looked around. Dad and Eric were side by side on the other side of the couch.

Eric walked around and knelt next to me, “Annike, do you remember what happened?”

“Yes, you made love to me like no one ever has. It was so intense and loving and amazing.” I looked into the worried dark eyes, and the crows’ feet so elegant on the edges of his eyes. “I can’t thank you enough.”

He smiled, “Do you remember making sounds, not forming words?”

“Yes, it was so powerful. I have never felt an orgasm like that.” I furrowed my brow; this was a strange conversation.

“One more thing, do you remember crying?” He stroked my cheek.

“No.” The word was out before I could think. Then I gave it some more thought. In the end, I remember tears flowing from my eyes.

“Wait, I do remember. I was so taken by the moment, the beauty, the fullness of you inside me, the warmth of your flow in me, that I was so happy I cried. I didn’t want you to ever leave my body.” Tears started to flow again as I remembered the emotion, the fullness, the completeness I felt with him inside me.

“You cried yourself to sleep, Annike. Sounds, more than words came from you. As I tried to pull out you held me, and you would not settle down till I lay beside you, and you fell asleep.” He stroked my hair and kissed the tears from my eyes.

“It’s okay. I am all right. Honest.” I kissed his lips and cupped his gloriously concerned face. “I have not felt…” I struggled to come up with the words. “I’ve never. You know. You put my body in places I had no idea existed.”

I sat up. I was completely naked under the blanket. I felt him run out of me, and almost started crying again. I held my composure.

“Honest, Eric. It was wonderful.” I looked at mom for some help.

She got up and walked to the bar. Came back with a warm wet cloth and a dry one. She started to hand it to me, but Eric intercepted it. He was fully dressed again, and I was naked. The juxtaposition was surreal. He took my blanket off, placed the warm cloth between my legs, and pressed my belly as I sat there. I understood his intention, so I bared down, and I felt the last of him leave me. He neatly folded the warm cloth and used it to clean me up. When he was done, and everyone watched, he padded my groin and dried me.

I was mesmerized by the attentive nature of this man. He took me places my brain did not comprehend, and he brought me back to earth. It was a soft landing and then it was over. The ride of my life completed the course.

At the start of the evening, I had desires of being consumed by all the men. I imagined after Eric, I’d have Tim and mom and I would finish Milo. I even thought dad could be inside me. All of that lecherous thinking down the drain. I had cried myself to sleep like a little girl.

I noticed Milo kissing mom and waving as he walked up the stairs. Tim shook dad’s hand, kissed mom, and followed. I looked for Eric again. He was sitting by my feet. He looked into my eyes, and he saw my desperation.

“It’s fine, Annike, I’ll leave too, but Melisant and I will be back in the morning for breakfast.” He leaned, grabbed one of my feet, and kissed the sole, till he got to my heel and bit me. Then he kissed it. I melted again.

“How is your wife?” I had not given her a thought.

“She and a friend are doing the girls’ night. I’ll get to watch the video when I get home.” He flashed a toothy smile that lit the room.

“I take it she’s aware of what happens here?” My hand encompassed the entire house in one motion.

“Oh, yes. Melisant and I have been partying with your parents since we first came to town. We met at a club, she made a move on your dad, and I took my time with your mom. That night nobody got any sleep.”

I let out a breath I never knew I was holding.

“Yes, Annike, Melisant will enjoy knowing you found pleasure with me. She may ask you a thousand questions that no one but two women can discuss. But, other than that, you are good.” He smiled, patted my leg, and stood up.

I didn’t want him to leave. I wanted him to sleep with me and be there in the morning. I felt so alone. It was so strange.

Dad was dressed by now. Mom hand a flimsy see-through coverlet and I was naked, with a blanket wrapped around my shoulders. We walked Eric to the front door. I kissed him one more time. Mom kissed him just as well. Dad shook his hand and then he was gone.

I turned to dad and cried in his arms.

 

*** Sleepless ***

 

I looked at the clock for the hundredth time and it was still before two in the morning. Thoughts raced through my mind. The emptiness I felt was deep.

I held my favorite Teddy, the one that always hid my vibrator.

I whispered to him, “What if I never find someone like Eric? What if I never again get to feel that depth of passion? How can I live with that?”

I realized, at that late hour that the game had taken all my energy. The session with mom had used up what little reserves I had. The amazing, mind-blowing sex Eric had pushed me over the edge. I was empty, but it was the lack of energy to fight my thoughts that was causing it.

I got up, went to the kitchen. I was still naked. The cool air felt good on my skin. I grabbed a bowl and filled it with fruit and cereal and some milk. It was a meal of complex carbs, simple carbs, and protein from the milk. This was going to boost my spirits and take me to sleep.

I sat at the kitchen counter and listened to mom and dad snoring. It was reassuring that life could quickly get back to normal. When I got my second bowl, I heard silence and then slight moaning. I giggled thinking of mom being accosted by dad. I was sure dad had the image of the night, got a night boner, and decided to wake mom up to take care of it.

Sure enough. A few minutes later I heard the sounds of sucking and dad groaning. By now I had seen my mom suck cock. She was good. I imagined dad feeling her wet lips on his thick cock and having a great time.

It took less than I thought. Dad groaned and mom giggled. I imagined how she took it all in her mouth and cleaned him up. Any moment now the snoring would start again.

I was wrong. A few moments passed and dad, in all his splendor came down the stairs, walked into the kitchen, grabbed some water, and headed upstairs. I figured mom needed something to wash the taste down with.

A few seconds later, here comes dad again. Still naked and his thick cock bouncing as he walks to the fridge and grabs a keto-friendly ice cream bar.

“Want some?” He points to the overly bright freezer.

“No.” I pointed to my second bowl.

“You okay?” He sat next to me on one of the stools.

“Couldn’t sleep.” I took another spoon full into my mouth. I chewed for a bit and swallowed.

“First meaningful fuck, huh?” Dad bit into the chocolate-coated bar. It looked like it was like chewing through ice.

“It was something else.” I smiled wanly.

“Not too many men like Eric, I’ll tell you that.” He pointed in Eric’s general geographic direction.

“I had no idea. I felt things. Wanted to do things. It was a jumbled mess, but I wanted it all.” I laughed a bit nervously. The realization that I’m talking to my dad, about fucking his best friend, in front of him was bad enough. The fact I was sitting here naked and so was he, was the icing on the proverbial cake.

“Listen, Nika. Melisant is well aware of what Eric can do to a woman. She’s used to it, and she’s very open to it. You are not in any trouble.” He bit another piece of the ice that had the name cream.

“Dad, I’m not sure what that was.” I shrugged.

“It was you feeling the connection with an honest man and lover.” Dad looked at the impossibly hard ice cream bar.

“What do they make these things out of?” He looked at it as he rotated it on the stick.

“No idea.” I finished my bowl, got up, and put it in the sink.

Dad looked at me, tossed the ice cream into the sink, and took my hand.

“Let’s go to bed. You don’t need to sleep alone tonight.” It was so nonchalant that I simply followed upstairs.

Mom was asleep on the near side. I got in next to her. Dad crawled in behind me. He pulled the cover over all three of us.

“Night Nika.” He kissed my cheek.

“Night dad.” I kissed his cheek, rolled over, and cuddled up against mom. Mom patted my hand, pulled it over to cup her breast, and continued her gentle snoring.

A few seconds later, I was sound asleep between my parents.

 

*** Rise and Shine ***

 

It was warm and wonderful. I was slowly drifting in and out of sleep. The images in my mind of kissing mom were fueling my core. I thought of how Eric had taken me places I’d never been. My lips were moist, I could tell. I rolled over and pulled up my knees to feel the squeeze better.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” Mom’s voice was somewhat muffled.

I kept my eyes closed and let out a long, “Morning mom.” And I stretched out. My toes hit something soft. I pulled back, but I was still half asleep.

Slurping noises filled my mind. I thought of Eric and how delicious his cock tasted. I ran my tongue along the sides of my mouth, hoping that there was a small reminder. All I could taste was last night’s toothpaste.

The slurping continued and I decided to come out of the slumber that kept grabbing and pulling me back down. There was a male’s moan. I thought I was still dreaming but my hand found the gap between my legs, and I traced my wet lips and the sensitive bundle of nerves. I let out a soft moan of my own.

“You feeling okay there, Nika?” Dad’s voice was deep and husky. I liked the timber in it. It said he was feeling good. I must have left my door open, and he heard me moan.

“I’m fine, dad. Perfect in fact.” I let my fingers work my clit under the blankets. I was not exposed, even if he knew I was masturbating.

There was a bit of gagging, and that caught my attention. I opened my eyes. The room was strange. Then it hit me like a bolt of lightning. I was in mom and dad’s bed. I pulled my fingers from my lips and laid on my back.

The gagging was coming from my left and down below my waist. I looked down and mom had dad’s cock down her throat. She was bobbing up and down and I wanted to feel shocked. I wanted to be scandalized. I wanted to want to run away from the bed.

Instead, I leaned on dad’s shoulder and kissed his cheek.

“Nice way for mom to wake you up.” I nuzzled closer to him and watched my mother suck his cock. She had excellent technique. I could learn a thing or two about how to do it slow and sensual like she was. I was always in a hurry. I wanted my reward.

“Hope we didn’t wake you,” Dad said between moans.

“No. I was drifting in and out. Thinking of mom and Eric and how you, Tim, and Milo filled all of mom’s holes last night before I got lost in Eric.” I let out a soft moan, and my hand found its way back to my clit.

“You gave us all quite a scare last night, Nika. Have you ever passed out like that before?” Dad’s tone was one of concern. But, mom didn’t stop working his cock, so he let out a few moans in between.

“I’ve never felt like that before. Elizabeth was amazing. Valeria, in some ways, was even better. The few frat-boys I’ve picked up at parties on campus never even come close. They’ve gotten so bad, that I rather give them a blowjob. At least I get the reward of their flavor in my mouth.” I stretched, laid back further, and split my legs wide. One over dad’s open leg and the other almost off the edge of the bed.

I used two fingers to help me get more pleasure. It felt good, but I was missing something inside me.

“Does mom have anything handy?” I yawned and stretched as I said it, bringing my two fingers to my lips for a taste.

“In the top drawer, I have a rabbit and a little finger massager.” Mom answered on her up stroke.

I reached in and grabbed the rabbit. I needed its length and girth. I stretched again, got back on my back.

“Thanks mom. I’ll wash it when I’m done.” I traced my lips to gather some lube for the head and slowly pushed it in. My lips were all wrong again, so I tried to drag one inside. That did not feel comfortable. I needed more lube. I pulled it out and split my lips up and down till I knew I was fully open.

“Liam, why don’t you help her. You know you are craving to do it, the only thing holding you back is that she’s your daughter.” She swatted at dad’s balls. He yelped and looked into my eyes. His blue-green eyes met mine. I nodded approval and handed him the toy.

He had trouble reaching me, so I moved around to let him have better access.

“You okay with this, Nika?” he asked.

“Mm-Hm.” I bit my lower lips and arched my hips to give him access. After last night most remnants of inhibition were gone. I was masturbating to my mom sucking my dad’s cock. I think letting him use a toy on me was mild in comparison.

He traced my lips again, but he took his time. I wanted it inside me to scratch that deep itch, but dad was in no hurry. Mom kept sucking his cock and edging him. They understood each other by the subtle movements, moans, and small spasms they shared. It was a beautiful thing to watch. She just knew how far to take him and how long to slow down.

Dad was a moaning mess, but he never tried to hurry her.

He was treating me the same way. He was gentle, methodical, and very persistent. Is this a generational thing? Are the boys that I’ve been with all going to stay the same selfish boys through adulthood? Or, are they going to end up like Eric and my dad? Even the women I’ve been with. None of them have been as patient and dominant as my mom last night.

I lay back and enjoyed the pleasure as dad allowed me to have it. The head of the vibrator climbed over my hooded clit, then down to my perineum. Long fun strokes that teased and gave pleasure equally. I moaned to let dad know I liked what he was doing. I was not sure he’d have any idea what my body did as it built up.

He pushed the rabbit into my cunt, and I groaned with approval. I welcomed the invader with wet relaxed walls. I squeezed tightly to hold it there, to feel it filling me up. I missed the fullness of Eric inside me.

“Dad…” My voice trailed off as he pushed into me. It felt good, but it wasn’t Eric.

“Yeah…” He was entranced with my pussy and mom’s lips on his cock.

“I feel terrible. No, I mean… Well, you know. I don’t know exactly what I mean.” I arched my hips to ride a nice wave he pushed through me.

“Eric?” He seemed to intuit where my mind went.

“Yeah. He’s married and Melisant is a wonderful woman. I feel terrible that I gave myself so hungrily last night.” The words were not exactly right, but with mom sucking his cock and me getting toy-blasted by dad. I was not making much sense.

I thought about it for a long time, feeling the slow embers of my future orgasm catch in my core. I liked how much fuel dad was feeding the embers. I felt relaxed and oh, so horny at the same time.

He waited for me to gather my thoughts.

“Dad. It’s not right that I’m in love with Eric, is it? I mean,” I rushed on afraid that if I stopped, I would not find the courage to finish my sentence, “He is married. This is fun for him. I’m sure he and his wife got their rocks off either last night or this morning. There is no long-term growth scenario with Eric, is there?”

I started rocking back and forth trying to get him to fuck me harder with the vibrator.

He turned the rotator and pulsator on and I turned to mush. I felt it expand into my abdominal wall, and then twist itself to touch everything. I groaned and dad added his wrist action, and I was on my way to orgasm number one. I put my feet down, arched my back again, and started rocking and meeting his every thrust. I wanted to feel it as deep as I had it with Eric.

I glanced at mom. I was looking for a distraction. What I found was an amazing amount of saliva on dad’s cock and mom smoothly sheathing him down her throat every stroke. It was hot.

I turned and looked into dad’s eyes. I have always wanted the person making me cum to see me at that last moment. Our eyes locked and I started to groan and accept that the battle was had, and the orgasm was now going to wash over me. At the same time, with mom’s help, dad erupted into mom’s eager mouth. We both climaxed at the same time.

The waves of orgasmic pleasure washed over me, and I let out an uncontrolled moan turned scream of pleasure.

“Fuck me, daddy. Fuck my nasty tight cunt.” I shouted and pumped up to meet his thrusts with the vibrator on full.

Mom sucked all of dad into her mouth. She did not miss a single drop.

I expected as dad came down from his own delayed and extended orgasm, he’d stop fucking me with the vibrator. I did not want him to stop. I pumped harder up into his hand. I wanted mine to last longer.

Alas, it started to fade, and my body quivered.

“God, dad, that was so good.” I trembled as my core kept contracting and relaxing.

Out of nowhere, I heard mom moan. She was groaning and working herself up to a scream of pleasure. I looked down at her and she was using three fingers. Her hand was a blur and the sound of slapping got louder and louder as she took the plunge into orgasmic bliss. She moved at the last moment and I had no idea what she was doing.

Then I felt it. It was a shower of warm liquid landing on my belly, on dad’s hand. She sounded like a broken record.

“Oh. Oh. Oh. Shit, shit, shit. Fuck, fuck fuck.” Everything was in threes, but the warm liquid kept splashing on me and I started to rub it on my belly. It felt so nice. I had heard of girls who squirted. I knew what it was. I just had never seen it. My mom was coating her bed and me, and I wanted it all.

She collapsed on top of us, and she was breathing so hard.

She kissed me softly on my shoulder.

“Sorry, Nika. I was so turned on that I didn’t stop to think or ask. I just wanted to see you glistening with my squirt.” She was still out of breath.

“It’s okay, mom. It was fun to see you so turned on.” I smiled at her, my fingers still playing in the small pools of her liquid orgasm.

After a few moments, mom caught her breath.

“Okay,” She said to the two of us, “Shower time.”

We obediently moved off the bed and into the shower.

 

*** Breakfast ***

 

The fun in the shower was shortened by the realization that we were all hungry, plus guests were coming. I ran to my room, found a pair of tight shorts, and an old black wife beater I loved. I looked in the mirror, fixed my hair a bit, and noticed that my tits looked good in this shirt. I looked at the tight shorts and decided they were a bit too tight. I wanted to give access more freely than these would.

I grabbed a pair of my old soccer shorts, ones that fit loosely and gave better access. I remembered Elizabeth’s face the first time I parted my legs next to her in these. She loved the access, but the way we kissed she hardly took advantage of it.

I got to the kitchen and made myself busy to help mom prepare breakfast. Dad was all smiles. It made me feel good to see him happy.

We all made small talk, like a normal Saturday morning. By listening to us, no one would have guessed mom, dad, and I had all enjoyed playing naked. I wondered if dad would ever fuck me, or if this was the most I’d ever get.

I’ve never thought of my father as someone I wanted to fuck. However, after the patience he showed in driving me over the edge, I wanted to find out. When I thought of how Eric did even more to me, I gushed with desire.

Dad smiled, “Someone is still very horny.” He looked at mom. “Lovisa, is that you that I smell?”

“Men! A woman’s pheromones are like Pavlov’s bell. They drool and forget everything else.” She laughed and took out the bread from the oven.

“Pass me the butter, I want to split it and let it soak in while I make the bacon and eggs.” Mom pointed to the butter dish.