Lake Timberland

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LAKE TIMBERLAND

-DAY ONE

After riding in the backseat for almost nine hours straight, my ass was officially numb. I’m sure the rest of my family’s was also, as they too were more than ready to escape the confines of our family SUV. Thankfully, we were almost to the cabin.

“Ten minutes,” Dad announced from behind the steering wheel, after passing the Lake Timberland road sign.

As we trekked the last few miles, I peered out my backseat window, admiring the rocky mountain landscape. I loved driving up to this beautiful country every summer. The happy memories we’ve made over the years, are dear to me.

My tranquil thoughts were interrupted by the latest in hundreds of heavy sighs coming from my little sister’s side of the backseat. She too was gazing out her window, except she acted as if her life was slipping away with each mile.

My sister, Molly, wasn’t thrilled about spending yet another vacation at the cabin. Two weeks prior she’d been invited on a trip to Florida. Her friends had rented an airbnb as the venue for a week long, post graduation beach party, and they wanted her to join. There was only one problem, it was the same week as our current, annual family vacation.

It came as no surprise when Dad immediately shot the idea down without even considering it. Him and Molly ended up getting into a big argument over it, and he wouldn’t budge. He gave his famous “As long as you’re still living under my roof, you’ll do as I say” speech. Whenever he said that, his decision was final. Molly could do nothing but sit and stew.

I knew Molly well enough to know her peeved attitude would be short lived. I knew this would all blow over once we got settled into the cabin. Although I can’t blame her for being upset. What 18-year-old wouldn’t want to spend a week in florida, partying with friends?

Mom turned to face us from the front passenger seat. “When we get to the cabin, guys…” she began, speaking to Molly first. “You and I will go inside and get everything unpacked, okay?”

Molly rolled her eyes. “Yeah yeah. I know the stupid routine!”

Mom glared at her with disapproval before peering over at me with a genuine smile. “Danny, you can help your father unload the truck, okay?”

I returned nod and a smile.

Ten minutes later, just as Dad said, we turned onto the cabin road and crept down the long densely wooded lane. When Dad finally put the truck in park, we all spilled out, all in need of a good stretch. I stretched my aching arms high in the air and inhaled deeply, taking in the refreshing aroma of pine-infused, brisk mountain air.

Right away, the girls disappeared into the cabin to get the rooms all powdered up for the week ahead. It was the same cabin we rented each summer, so they had a routine.

Outside, Dad and I started unloading the vehicle. We had to be careful not to let everything spill out as we lifted the rear hatch. I swear everything we owned was shoved in there. Pillows, blankets, fishing gear, luggage, coolers, you name it…

Dad unloaded the fishing gear, while I carried everything else into the cabin.

Our cabin was laid out pretty simple. It had an open floor plan with the kitchen and living room conjoined, creating one big spacious area. The master bedroom, where mom and dad slept, is also on the main floor. Above Mom and Dad’s room, there’s an open loft overlooking the main level. Molly and I slept on the two beds provided in the loft. The main floor’s sliding glass doors lead outside to a large wooden deck with a hot tub overlooking the lake. The view from the hot tub is as beautiful as any postcard.

Dad and I got the vehicle unloaded faster than I thought we would. The last two bags of luggage left to carry In, were my suitcase and another one of Molly’s smaller bags. Molly’s smaller bag looked like a baggy purse with an open top that snapped shut by a single button.

I pulled up on the extendable handle at top of my suitcase and set Molly’s smaller bag on top of it. I rolled both bags inside, rolling them through the main level over to the bottom of the ladder that led up to Molly and I’s shared loft.

I’m sure I looked pretty funny struggling to carry both bags up the ladder at the same time. Molly’s bag blocked my view of anything in front of me, so when I reached the last rung of the ladder, I didn’t realize it, I thought I had one more rung. I blindly took a step on the nonexistent rung and fell forward, landing on my suitcase. Molly’s bag slammed to the ground and everything inside flew out.

“Hey Careful!” cried Molly from across the room. She rushed over to the belongings scattered across the floor. I sensed panic in her eyes and followed the direction of her gaze to the middle of the mess. Scattered on the floor in front of me, I saw an assortment of little plastic makeup things, a straightening iron, a few hair ties, and -Oh-My-God!!

I couldn’t believe what I saw! At first glance I thought it was some sort of toothbrush case…but then realized it wasn’t a toothbrush case. It was the thing that ultimately changed the course of this whole family vacation. It was Molly’s pink rubber dildo, and for the life of me, I couldn’t look away.

Molly frantically dropped down on one knee and scooped it up, throwing it back into her bag.

A series of dumbfounded questions flooded my mind- “My sister has a dildo?” “Why does she have a dildo?” “When did she get it?” “More importantly, why did she bring it on vacation?”

As soon as the dildo was out of site, Molly shot me a look.

I gave her a blank stare, giving no indication that I realized what she was hiding. I didn’t want to embarrass her, so I just played dumb.

She didn’t say a word either, just stared at me with the same blank stare I was giving her.

“Sorry.” Was all I said, before getting up off the floor. I tried to help her clean up the mess, but she wasn’t having it.

“I got it!” She hissed.

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The sun was down by the time we got settled in. Molly still hadn’t retreated from the seclusion of our shared loft. I think she wanted space, where she could sulk in peace, distancing herself from the rest of us and our positive attitudes. Either way, we gave her space.

Mom and I finished up odds and ends throughout the cabin, while Dad sat at the table jotting things down on paper, forming a shopping list. This was part of the routine. Mom and Dad would always go on a grocery run once we got settled in. It was important to Dad that we bought all our food from the local supermarket instead of wasting precious cargo space by hauling food up here from home.

Dad looked up from the table, deep in thought. “Hm, I can’t think of anything else,” he said, lightly tapping his pen on a pad of paper. “Danny, can you think of anything we need from the store?”

“Actually yeah! Could you grab us some beer?” I requested brightly.

“Already on the list,” he smiled knowingly, pointing to where he’d written it down.

“Ah..perfect!”

I wasn’t much of a drinker, neither was Dad, but we liked to throw a few cold-ones back on special occasions like this.

Dad hollered up at the loft. “Molly, your mother and I are leaving soon! Do you want anything specific from the grocery store?”

Molly leaned her upper body over the banister. “Nope!” she retorted, not giving him the satisfaction of fulfilling her requests.

Dad chuckled. “Allll-righty then.”

That being settled, Mom and Dad were soon out the door. The closest town was 17 miles away, a rustic mountain town named West Timberland. Between the curvy roads and reduced speed limit, I knew they wouldn’t get there for at least half an hour.

Not five minutes after Mom and Dad walked out, Molly finally climbed down from the loft. She was dressed in nothing but a black string bikini. I knew what that meant. Molly’s routine was to head for the hot tub as soon as we got settled in.

“I’m going for a dip,” she said as she passed me.

Unashamedly, I let my eyes follow her bikini clad ass until it disappeared out the sliding glass door.

Yes, I’ll admit it, my little sister has a nice ass. I know I’m not supposed to have those thoughts about my little sister, but I was too far gone at this point in my life to think anything different. It’s not like I’m the only one in the world who has the hots for their sister, I’m just the only one perverted enough to admit it. Admit it to myself that is, I’d never say it out loud. Whenever my friends would tease me about how hot she is, I’d simply disagree, then slugg them in the arm.

I could explain all my sister’s physical features, but who’s got time for that? Let’s just say she’s a fit, brunette beauty with average size tits and a sculpted ass that I really like to ogle at. And speaking of my sister’s sculpted ass that I really liked to ogle at, a dip in the hot tub didn’t sound too bad. I threw on a pair of trunks, grabbed a towel, and went to join her.

Molly was fully submerged in shoulder deep water when I stepped outside. “BUBBLES!!” she shouted with a renewed smile.

I laughed. BUBBLES was a game we came up with as kids. The hot tub’s jets were controlled by an old dial switch mounted onto the exterior wall of the cabin. The jets would only run for twenty minutes before you’d have to drag yourself out of the warm water, walk the fifteen feet over to the switch, and crank it back to start. Over time, it became an unwritten rule that everyone in the hot tub would shout “BUBBLES” to any newcomer stepping onto the deck. The newcomer would be required to reset the switch before entering the hot tub. It was like a fun game for the whole family.

“Mind if I join you?” I asked, after resetting the switch. I didn’t wait for an answer. I climbed over the edge of the tub and sunk to my neck in hot steaming water. “Hmm…this feels amazing,” I laid my head back, taking in that initial euphoric feeling.

Molly adjusted to a sideways sitting position on the bench seat directly across from me. “So, tell me about college.”

For the next fifteen minutes we chatted about my third year at college. Molly drilled me with questions- “Hows the curriculum?” “What’s the campus like?” “Any wild parties?”

I was happy to answer any questions she threw at me, and she liked hearing about the college life she had to look forward to. After Molly ran out of questions about college, she asked me if I was excited to go fishing in the morning. I told her I was, which was mostly true. I admitted I wasn’t thrilled about waking up at 5AM, but I was looking forward to spending quality time with Dad. He and I planned to take the boat to our favorite side of the lake as soon as the sun came up. The boat we’d be taking was an amenity included with our cabin rental. It was just a small boat with only two seats, but it worked perfect for the simple type of fishing we enjoyed.

“Remember how cold the water felt when we’d jump off the dock?” Molly asked, changing the subject again, pointing towards the lake.

I glanced in the direction of the dock where we used to jump off. “Yeah,” I grinned.

“Remember how we’d race to the water?” she laughed, recalling the memory. “You’d always try to push me off the side when we ran down the dock.” She paused for a moment, then looked at me sharply. “You were kind of an asshole!”

“Yeah, probably,” I laughed.

Her smile returned. “God, that water was so cold after the hot tub. It literally made my whole body tingle, then I’d have goosebumps for the next fifteen minutes!”

“Yes, I remember that,” I said, thinking back. I remembered the effect it would have on her nips too. “The water was pretty cold!”

“Ice cold!”

The water in lake timberland was the result of nothing but recent snow-melt trickling off the surrounding mountains, so I’d be surprised if it ever even broke 60 degrees.

Molly fed me a coy smile. “I dare you to go jump in.”

I thought she was joking until I realized she wasn’t. “Wait you’re serious!?”

“Yeah,” she giggled. “Unless you’re chicken?”

“Its like pitch black out there,” I whined, quickly coming up with an excuse.

“Ah c’mon, don’t be such a scaredy-cat, it’ll be fun!”

I huffed. “Then why don’t you do it!?”

“Fine. I’ll do it if you do it,” she challenged, standing up on her bench seat. And before I had a chance to further protest, she fully climbed out and flashed me a daring look.

I wasn’t one to back down from a dare, so I reluctantly drug myself out of the warm water and stood next to her.

Molly’s smile widened as she crouched down into her best racing stance. Her body faced the lake and her head faced me. “Race ya!” she challenged, raising her eyebrows.

I felt like a little kid again when I crouched down beside her, returning her an intimidating grin. “On your marks… Get set… GO!” I shouted, and we raced down the deck’s stairs, giggling like a couple of six-year-olds. I could feel every pebble, pine needle, and rock beneath my bare feet. When I got to the dock, I sprinted to the end and leaped off. In mid air, I hiked my knees up to my chest. “CANNNON BAAAAALL!!” I bellowed in the same exaggerated tone from my youth.

…SPLASH!

The shock of the ice cold water hit me exactly as I remembered. It felt like a million needles poked all the way into my spine. Underwater, I used my feet to feel for the bottom. Even as a full grown adult, I couldn’t touch. My head soon bobbed up, breaking the surface of the water just as Molly’s moon-lit body was mid-cannon ball above mine. I looked up just in time to see her sailing over me.

…SPLASH!

Molly’s head soon poked up next to mine and the shock of the frigid water initially took our breath away, but somehow, we managed to giggle at each other.

We hurriedly swam to shore until we could touch, then used our feet to trudge through the shallow water. It was now a race back to the hot tub. I let Molly pass me half way through the yard, she needed this small victory more than I did. Also, with me behind her, It gave me a chance to check out her cute butt as she ran.

When we reached the hot tub, we couldn’t climb into the hot steamy water fast enough. I jumped in and sank into my original seat.

It took us a moment to catch our breath, but once we did, we broke out into a fit of laughter, the kind of laughter that makes your stomach muscles sore. “Okay, I’ll admit it, that was fun,” I told her between laughs.

She fed me a proud smile. “Its your turn to ask me now…ask me truth or dare.”

I smiled, realizing this turned into a game. “Okay. Truth or dare?” I asked.

“Hmm…” she pondered, taking a minute to think it over. “Truth.”

It didn’t take me long to think of something to ask her. It was something I’d been wondering for years. I wanted to know how the hell she was still single. Not only was Molly sexy-as-hell, she was very smart, charismatic, and usually kind-hearted. It’s hard to find all those qualities wrapped up into one girl. How she’d not been snatched up yet was beyond me.

I decided to be blunt about it. “How do you not have a boyfriend?” I asked. “I mean seriously? You’re smart, fun, beautiful. How are you still single?” I figured saying the word beautiful sounded a little less creepy than calling her sexy-as-hell.

Molly didn’t respond right away which worried me I’d somehow offended her. After a momentary silence though, she smiled teasingly. “First of all, thank you for the compliments.”

Her bright grin was enough for me to know she was not offended by what I said, rather flattered.

She continued. “To be honest, I don’t really want a boyfriend right now. It doesn’t seem worth the hassle since I’ll be going off to college in the fall, and the thought of having a long distance relationship seems exhausting and miserable!”

“I get it,” I told her. “I remember feeling that exact same way when I ran off to college.”

“Don’t get me wrong,” she added. “I still go on casual dates and stuff, just nothing serious, y’know?”

I nodded.

She giggled with an afterthought. “I just have friends with benefits…”

I rolled my eyes and chuckled. “So is that what you call your pink little friend, a friend with benefits??” I teased, feeling brave.

“My pink little friend?” She asked, confusion written all over her face.

“Yeah, your PINK little friend…” I emphasized the word, and let that hang in the air for a second, wearing a cheesy grin.

It took her a minute, but as soon as she realized I was referring to her dildo, her eyes went wide and her cheeks burned. “I knew it! I knew you saw it!” she cried, playfully splashing a handful of water at me. “Ugh! I hate you sometimes!”

“Busted!” I teased, returning a playful splash.

She buried her face in her hands, too embarrassed to look me in the eye. “I got it as gag gift, alright,” she mumbled.

“Surrre you did…”

She unburied her face. “It WAS a gag gift, I swear!”

I laughed. “Who from??”

“If you must know, Alyssa got it for me! It was for my birthday and it was only meant to be funny, jerk!”

“Just to be funny huh?” I couldn’t help but smirk. “It doesn’t seem much like a gag gift when you bring it on vacation with you.”

“Ugh! I hate you,” she blushed. “Let me guess, you’re going to tease me about this all week?”

“Of course!” I confirmed, as only a big brother would.

“Okay, jerk, I think you’ve tortured me enough for one turn? It’s my turn now! Truth or dare?”

I chuckled. “Truth.”

“Okay. Same question! You’re a pretty good look’n dude, smart, funny. Why don’t you have a girlfriend,” she paused and made a fist in the air, jerking it up and down. “Or do you have your own friend with benefits?”

I ignored that last naughty comment with a head shake. My innocent answer about not having a significant other was similar to hers. “I only have one more year of college ahead of me, and don’t know where my career will take me, so I don’t want to get tie-down with anyone until figuring that part of my life out first, so, I’m waiting until after college.”

“Fair enough,” she shrugged, letting me off easy, and it was my turn again.

“Truth or dare?” I asked.

“I’ll do another truth, but be nice this time,” she ordered, pointing a finger at me accusingly.

“But what’s the fun in that?” I joked.

Honestly though, my mind was in the gutter, and I wanted to know more about this dildo. “How many times a week do you use your…toy?” I asked, refraining from saying the word dildo to my little sister.

“Oh c’mon! you can’t ask me stuff like that!”

“Sure I can,” I smirked. “How many times?”

She glared at me for a silent moment, then turned coy. “You actually want to know, don’t you?”

I didn’t want to come off too eager, so I nonchalantly shrugged like I was neither here nor there. “Sure.”

She rolled her eyes. “Gosh, I cant believe we’re even talking about this. I would say like three…maybe four times a week.”

I’m not sure what I was expecting to hear, but it wasn’t that. The shocked look on my face must’ve been evident because she got all defensive. “What??” She questioned, not seeing the big deal. “As if you jerk off any less?!”

I wasn’t ready for that. “Maybe like once or twice a week,” I lied. Truthfully, it was more like once or twice a day, but she didn’t need to know that.

“Liar,” she teased. “Truth or dare?”

These sibling revelations were fun, but I was ready to change it up. “Dare,” I answered.

A silenced filled the air as she thought of a dare.

“Okay, I got a funny one,” she giggled. “I dare you to sneak into Mom and Dad’s room, steal a pair of mom’s underwear, then come back out here wearing them over your head until your next turn.”

‘Where did she come up with this stuff?’ I though. I guess as long as Mom and Dad wouldn’t find out, it did seem like something silly enough to be fun.

I wasn’t sure how long Mom and Dad had even been gone, probably half an hour or so, which meant they weren’t due back for a while yet. I knew if I hurried, I’d be able to sneak into their room, find a pair of Mom’s panties, put them on my stupid head, and get back out here before they returned.

“A dares a dare,” I shrugged, stood up, and hopped out of the tub. Not wasting time, I ran into the cabin.

Entering Mom and Dad’s room, I spotted Mom’s suitcase shoved a few feet under the bed. I went to it, got down on my knees, and pulled it out from under the bed. I unzipped the top and flipped it open. Immediately, I recognized the clothes on top, clothes I’d seen Mom in many of times. I began carefully sifting through the neatly folded stacks.

I would be lying if I told you this was the first time I had ever snooped around for my mother’s panties. I’d been stealing Mom’s panties for years, since about the time I discovered masturbation. I would always get so excited when I found a pair of her panties, crusted by her juices, hidden in her clothes hamper. I would sneak them back to my room and do ungodly things with them. I wouldn’t wear them or anything, I find that wierd, but I would cum by the bucket loads every time I jerked off with them up to my face. Yes, I know that’s fucked up. No, I don’t really care anymore. I used to worry that one day I might get caught, but it was never enough worry to stop me from still doing it. The thrill simply outweighed the risk. Even now, as I sifted through the neatly folded stacks, I could feel my heart thump with excitement.

Finally, I found the stash of Mom’s delicates at the bottom of her suitcase. I was surprised by what I found. Mom had packed an assortment of sexy undergarments. First, I held up a pair of sheer pink panties. As I held them by the waistband I imagined them being transparent on her. I let the mental image sink in while I pulled out the next sexy undergarment, a black satin pair with white lace stitched around each opening. I wondered how good the satin material must feel rubbing against mom’s bare naked skin. I let that mental image replace the last one. The last thing I found was a purple thong that I’d never seen before. I wondered when and where she planned on wearing it on this trip, and of course, I pictured her in it. I let that mental image linger for a while…

I wished I had all night to perv over mom’s panties, but I needed to get back to the hot tub before Molly grew suspicious of my wandering. I tucked each of the sexy panties back into the bag where I found them, and pulled out a boring white cotton pair, figuring it would be the least weird pair to flaunt around in front of my sister.

But, before putting on ‘my new hat’, I flipped it inside out and brought the crotch up to my nose. I knew I wasn’t going to smell the the sweet scent of Mom’s delicious pussy like I was hoping to, but I sniffed them anyway. I inhaled deeply, breathing in nothing but the smell of clean linen. After getting that out of my system, I took hold of the panties by the waistband and pulled them over my head. I zipped up the suitcase, slid it under the bed, and got the hell out of there.

I suspected I looked as dumb as I felt, returning to the hot tub with Mom’s underwear slung over my head. Molly confirmed that suspicion when she burst out laughing. “Wow! That’s a good look for you, bro!”

“Gee thanks!”

“BUBBLES!” She sang

I dutifully reset the dial switch and heard the jets kick on, but as soon as I was about to crawl back into the warm water, I noticed headlights shining on side of the house. I panicked. That could only be Mom and Dad’s headlights! I must’ve misjudged the time!

“Shit!” I quickly reached up to pull the panties off my head, but Molly stopped me.

“Ah-ah-ah,” she smirked. “Not until your next turn, remember?”

I knew she was right. She clearly stated in the dare that I could not take the panties off my head until my next turn. So, I was either going to have to rush through Molly’s turn, or suffer the consequences after getting caught by our parents.

The glow of headlights only got brighter as our family SUV approached the cabin.

“Truth or dare??” I asked hurriedly, climbing into the water.

Molly made a show of taking her time. “Hmm… let me think…”

We both heard the sound of an engine approach, then just as quickly shut off. Fortunately, Mom and Dad would be entering through the front door on the opposite side of the cabin.

Molly continued to take her time as we heard the sounds of a car door open, then shut, then another.

“Molly please!” I begged.

The lights shining against the trees dimmed before going out completely. I could faintly hear the sound of Mom and Dad having a conversation, but it was hard to make out anything they were saying over the hot tub’s jets. Their voices grew louder, and more pronounced, the closer they got to the cabin….then they were gone.

“Truth or dare?!!” I panicked.

Molly looked up at nothing while stroking her chin. “Hmm…”

Yup, I was doomed for sure! Only a few seconds passed before we heard the sound of the sliding glass door open.

“We’rrrre baa-ack,” came Mom’s cheerful singing voice as she stepped out onto the deck, holding a glass of freshly poured red wine.

I swallowed, expecting the worst.

Mom shut the door behind her, then walked up to the side of the tub. Instantly, she noticed the underwear on my head and stopped in her tracks. She gave me a perplexed look.

I started spewing out excuses. “It was a dare!” “We didn’t think you’d be back so soon!” “We’re playing a game!”

Calmly, Molly came in for the rescue. “It’s true, Mom. We’re playing truth or dare and I dared him to wear a pair of your underwear on his head like a hat.”

The perplexed look on Mom’s face wasn’t one of anger, more of a puzzled expression. She stood there staring at us for an awkward moment, torturing me with her silence. Then, to my relief, she actually started giggling. “Truth or dare, huh? That sounds like trouble in the making.”

For whatever reason, I felt the need to try another apology. “I’m sorry, mom. We didn’t think you’d be back so soon.”

“Relax, sweetie, I’m only teasing,” she softened. “As your mother, I’m happy to see you two finally spending some quality time together, and actually getting along for once. It’s nice to see that.”

Molly glanced at me with a mischievous grin. “Well we do seem to be leaning a lot about each other, that’s for sure!”

“I can see that!” Mom snickered, gesturing to the panties on my head. “Seems to me like you two are having a little TOO much fun out here.”

“You could join us,” Molly suggested brightly.

Mom actually considered it. “Maybe after your father goes to bed.”

The mention of Dad, made the lump in my throat return. I loved my father dearly, but he could be a little uptight sometimes. Unlike Mom, there’s no way he would find humor in something like this. Instead, he would be utterly ashamed of me for doing something so sissy, not to mention with his wife’s panties.

Dad must have put the groceries away at the speed of light, because just then, we heard the sliding glass door open, and out strolled Dad. “Here you guys are.”

I winced my eyes shut in preparation for the tounge lashing I knew was coming, but to my surprise, Mom quickly saved me. “BUBBLES!!” She shouted, before Dad had a chance to come any closer to the hot tub.

“Oh, right right…” Dad chuckled, well aware of the BUBBLE rule. He turned towards the dial switch to crank it back to start. As he had his back to us, Mom hurriedly snatched the panties from my head and began wading them in her hand. By the time Dad turned around, she had the panties tightly balled up in her clenched fist.

“Hows the water?” he asked, walking up to the tub and standing beside Mom.

I don’t know why mom did that, but I was thankful that she did. “The water feels great!” I answered.

For what seemed like forever, the four of us engaged in small talk, all the while Mom hid the panties out of sight. Eventually, Dad said he was tired and ready for bed. “The early bird gets the worm,” he quipped. Then, as an afterthought, he goes “Or should I say the early FISH get’s the worm?”

It was a lame Dad-joke but we all laughed anyway.

Mom set her wine glass down, then cuddled up to him. She layed an open palm against his chest, looking up into his eyes. “I’m going to stay out here for a little while longer and hot tub with the kiddos. Do you mind?”

Dad leaned down and planted a loving peck upon his wife’s lips. “No, I can wait up for you.”

Mom smiled warmly. “You don’t need to do that, honey. You’ve had a long day of driving.” She gave his chest a few soft pats. “You should get some rest.”

Dad nodded, but then looked over at me sharply. “Don’t stay up too late, young man! You and I are hitting the water by 6AM sharp, got it?”

I was well aware of the plan, I didn’t need the constant reminders. “Yeah, I got it, Dad.” I answered in an annoyed tone. Dad sometimes spoke to me with more sternness than necessary. I was beginning to wonder if he’d ever treat me as an adult.

Molly and I each told Dad goodnight as he turned to head back inside. Mom followed, walking with him until they got to the sliding glass door. “I’ll be in to put my swimsuit on in a sec,” she told him, then they kissed and parted.

Mom waited for the sliding glass doors to click shut behind him before turning to face us. She unclenched her fist, releasing the balled up panties from her grip. “Are you guys crazy?” She playfully scolded, dangling the panties at us between pinched fingertips.

Molly giggled. “That was close!”

“A little too close,” Mom countered, wiggling the panties at us. “Lets try to be a little more discrete next time, shall we?”

I couldn’t help but wonder what Mom meant by ‘next time’. Next time what? Next time we incorporated her panties into a dare, or next time I steal her panties in general? It was like she was giving us permission to take them again sometime. Regardless, she didn’t seem bothered by my snooping, at least it didn’t feel like she was.

“So you ARE gonna join us?!” Molly clapped excitedly. “You’re gonna play truth or dare with us?”

Mom giggled as she picked up her wine glass and swirled it around a few times. “Not without pouring myself another one of these, considering my son just had my panties on his head!”

“Good idea! I’ll take a glass of wine while your at it,” tried Molly.

“Nice try, missy! Not til your old enough, you know that!”

Molly rolled her eyes, having heard that a few hundred times in her life.

Whether she meant to or not, Mom put on a sexy show for me. She raised the wine glass to her mouth and let the crystal rim kiss her soft lips. I watched intently as she tilted the glass back, emptying the last of its contents into her waiting mouth. She swallowed it down in one gulp. ‘Who knew drinking wine could be so sexy?’ I thought to myself. Although, what she did next, is what surprised me the most. She walked over to the side of the tub that I was sitting at, set her empty wine glass on the edge of the tub, and winked at me. Without warning, she took hold of the panties with both hands, leaned in close to me, and stretched the waistband over my head. “I’ll go get my suit on,” she giggled, sashaying away from us, vanishing into the cabin.

‘Wow!’ I thought, and suddenly I didn’t feel as stupid sitting there with my Mother’s panties slung over my head.

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It didn’t take Mom long to change into her swimming suit.

“BUBBLES!” Molly and I sang in unison the moment we heard Mom emerge from the cabin.

Mom happily obliged. She cranked the switch back to start, making the surface of the water bubble like a boiling pot of water.

I looked down at Mom’s pretty bare feet as she padded up to the side of the tub. Her pedicured toenails were painted a crimson red that contrasted well with her olive skin tone. A little further up, I noticed her fingernails painted the same pretty crimson color. Further up more, her shoulder-length brown hair was tied back in a loose pony tail that swayed back and forth to her every step. She was wrapped in a white terrycloth robe that fell to mid-thigh. In one hand, she held a freshly opened bottle of wine. In the other, a drink for me. “Though you might want this,” she smiled, handing me a cold beer.

I accepted it with a smile. “Thanks,” I said appreciatively.

Mom set her wine bottle down on the edge of the tub and dipped a hand into the water. She stirred it around in a circle. “Ohh that’s perfect,” she cooed.

“It really is!” concured Molly.

Mom pulled her hand out of the hot water and dried it against her robe and In one smooth motion, she reached down, delicately untied the sash from around her waist, peeled back the lapels, and let the robe slide off her bare shoulders, catching it behind her back. My heart thumped at the sight as her heaving chest thrusting outward, showcasing her tight bikini top to my hungry eyes. I always thought mom had nice boobs, but in that bikini top they looked even better! Two triangles of red fabric, strained to keep all that soft milky flesh from spilling out.

I know I shouldn’t be drooling over my own Mother, but she was indeed a beautiful woman. From head to toe, she dripped with sex appeal.

Mom discarded her robe and folded it over the back of an empty deck chair.

Right away, Molly noticed Mom’s new bikini. “Oh that’s cute. I really like that color on you!”

“Thanks!” smiled Mom, looking down at herself. She started fiddling with one of the strings tied at the side of her hip. “I bought it specially for this trip.”

“It looks soooo cute on you,” insisted Molly.

Mom didn’t seem as confident. “You’re sure It’s not too skimpy?” She asked jokingly, fiddling with the knot. “Your father thinks it’s too skimpy.”

‘Was Dad crazy?’ I thought to myself. If she were my wife, she certainly wouldn’t hear a complaint from me!!

Mom looked up at us. “Well what do you guys think, is it too skimpy?” She struck a pose.

“Turn around,” ordered Molly.

Mom spun on her heels in a 180 degree turn and struck another pose.

My jaw felI to the water. I could see why Dad said what he said. Her bottoms didn’t leave much to the imagination. The small triangle of nylon fabric covering her ass, or trying to at least, all but dissappeared between the cheeks of her magnificently tanned ass.

Molly was the first to speak on it. She giggled “I mean It is skimpy, but skimpy is in right now. I think it’s cute!”

I wasn’t up-to-date on the latest swimwear trends, but whatever Molly said, sounded good enough to me. I picked my jaw up out of the water. “Yeah, Mom, that’s whats in,” I agreed dumbly.

“You guys are too sweet,” blushed Mom. She turned and climbed into the tub, settling in next to me on my bench seat. She poured herself a glass of wine. “So whose turn is it?” She asked, after taking a sip.

“It’s my turn to pick,” Molly answered, who then turned to me with a smirk. “Danny still needs to ask me truth or dare!”

I exaggerated an eye roll. “Truth or dare?” I asked for the umpteenth time.

“Dare,” Molly answered.

Now that Mom was part of the game, I didn’t want to dare anything sexual or inappropriate. I mean, yeah, sure, Mom was usually open minded, but she was still our mother, and I respected that, so I allowed myself some time to think of an appropriate dare.

“Okay, I got a good one!” I said with enthusiasm.

Molly put on an eager grin and matched my enthusiasm.

“Okay here’s what you have to do, Molly,” I began. “I want you to get out of the tub and go back down to the lake. When you get to the edge of the water, you’ll turn around, then you’ll slowly back into the water until you’re neck deep. Once you’ve reached neck deep water, I want you to stay out there for thirty seconds. I’ll count for you so that I know you actually did it,” I explained.

Molly waited for me to finish, until realizing there was no further instruction. “Wait that’s it?!” She fussed, wanting more of a thrill.

Clearly, she was unimpressed with my PG-13 rated dare, but what did she expect? I couldn’t dare her to skinny dip or something, not with Mom around.

Molly scrunched her brow and yodeled “BORRRRING…” but then climbed out of the tub and leisurely walked through the back yard, down to the lake.

Mom and I watched as Molly made her way down to the lake. Molly stopped when she got to the edge of the shoreline, then turned her whole body around to face us. “LIKE THIS?” She hollered up at us, striking a pose, from 30 yards away.

I raised a thumbs-up in the air.

Slowly, she tiptoed backwards into the ice cold water until just her head poked out.

As I began counting, I felt Mom’s knees brush against my outer-thigh underwater. I turned my head to investigate, and noticed Mom had adjusted to a sideways sitting position with her legs tucked underneath herself. “Is this okay?” she asked, sitting on her heels, her knees pushing into me.

I nodded then noticed the cheesy grin she was wearing. “What?” I asked.

Her eyes travel to the panties at the top of my head and she smirked teasingly. “You look ridiculous you know?”

I’d forgot her panties were still on my head. I returned a sheepish grin. “Oh.. yeah! I forgot about my hat,” I said, and felt wierd as soon as I made the joke.

She giggled at my apparent awkwardness. “Don’t be embarrassed by it. It looks cute on you,” she teased, then leaned in close, reached up, and tousled my hair through the thin layer of cotton. “It really brings out the color in your eyes.”

“Ha. Thanks!” Was all I could think to say, feeling a little uneasy.

“I’m just surprised is all…Of all the hats in my suitcase, Im surprised you stole this frumpy white one? I know I packed something a little sexier than this.”

My eyes widened because I couldn’t believe she just said that.

She giggled at my shocked reaction. “Lighten up, mr panty-thief, I’m only teasing.”

I took a breath and tried to reason with her. “I can’t believe we’re talking about this, but you’re right though, I invaded your privacy, Mom. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have taken-”

Before i could finish, she cut me off. “Would you stop apologizing already! Look at me…do I seem upset to you?”

“Um..no, not really.”

“I’m not! Listen, you and Molly were playing a silly game. You’re supposed to get stuck doing wierd stuff like this when you’re playing truth or dare, that’s what makes it so much fun.”

The way she explained it, she made it seem like the most innocent thing in the world. “I guess you’re right,” I sighed. “It was just a wierd dare.”

“Exactly! And a dares a dare,” she encouraged.

Just then, we heard Molly holler at us from the lake. “DANNY, IS IT TIME YET!??” she shouted, sounding cold and irritated.

I turned my head in the direction of her voice and could barely see her head poking out of the water. I didn’t have an answer for her. I’d gotten so lost in Mom and I’s conversation, that I forgot I was supposed to be counting.

Suddenly, Mom hollered out to the lake and answered for me. “NOT YET, MOLLY!”

I shot Mom a curious look to which she smiled at and said “A little extra cooling off might do her some good, she won’t freeze.”

“UGHH…HOW MUCH LONGER??” Molly groaned. “IT’S FRICKEN FREEZING OUT HERE!”

I hollered out to the lake “LIKE FIFTEEN MORE SECONDS OR SOMETHING!”

“SERIOUSLY, DANNY?! ARE YOU EVEN COUNTING?”

“YES! FIFTEEN SECONDS!” I hollered, then turned my attention back to our Mother.

Mom’s cheesy grin never faded. She boldly reached for the top my head and began toying with ‘my new hat’, massaging little circles in the soft cotton between pinched fingertips. “You never answered my question…”

I managed a nervous chuckle. “And whats that?”

“My suitcase,” she giggled. “Of all the sexy hats in my suitcase, why’d you take this one?”

This was getting naughty. “I don’t know?” I shrugged.

“Oh don’t go all shy on me again,” she teased. “I know you saw my sexy panties in there.”

I still couldn’t believe she was being so open with me in regards to her panties. All jokes aside, it’s not a conversation I thought I’d ever have with my mother. “I dont know,” I shrugged. “I just figured Molly wouldn’t give me as much shit if I walked out here with a pair of your granny panties on my head.”

“GRANNY PANTIES??” scoffed Mom. “These are hardly granny panties!”

I laughed. “Well they are compared to all the other panties of yours that I found.”

“Ah-Ha! So you admit it then? You did notice my sexy panties?”

I blushed. “Yes…I noticed them.”

“Even the purple pair?” She teased.

“Yes, that one too, how could I miss that one?” I grinned wider than I should have. “I would’ve chose it for my hat, but I figured It wouldn’t provide much coverage for my head.”

That made her giggle. “Not much to it, is there?”

“Nope, not really,” I grinned, then noticed Mom peek over my shoulder and pull her hand away from my head. I glanced behind me just in time to see Molly running back to the deck, unfortunately ending Mom and I’s fun conversation.

As soon as Molly stomped onto the deck, you guessed it! “BUBBLES!” I ordered.

“UGH!!” A frozen Molly grunted. “You’re such a dick!” She brought the hot tub back to life then dove into the hot bubbly water.

Mom and I let Molly thaw out before getting right back into the game. We sipped at our drinks, feeding each other silly grins.

It didn’t take Molly too long to warm up, seconds later she asked Mom “Truth or dare?”

“Hm.. I’ll start with truth,” answered Mom.

Molly didn’t seem to care about crossing inappropriate lines when it came to discussing things with Mom. The two of them have always been open and honest with each other. Molly asked bluntly, “How often do you and Dad have sex?”

“Pft..Not enough,” came Mom’s immediate response.

Molly and I looked at each other with quirky grins, then looked at Mom.

Mom reiterated. “Lets just say your father and I don’t have sex as often as we used to.”

“How often?” Molly pressed. “Like how many times a week?”

Mom stared her blankly in the eye. “Honey, I’d be lucky to get it once a month.”

I could tell by the hint of solemness in Moms tone that this was a heavy topic, like there was more to the story than meets the eye. I can honestly say I’ve never given my parents sex life much thought. They seemed to have a good marriage, so I guess I just assumed that their sex life was good too. I would’ve never never guessed Mom was living with an unfulfilled appetite for sex.

Molly wasn’t buying it though. “No way! Once a month?!”

Mom took a sip of wine before answering. “Yeah, honey, once a month.”

“You’re so full of shit,” laughed Molly. “I think you forget we have thin walls back at home.”

Mom laughed at that. “That’s my fault, I tend to get kind of loud in the bedroom.”

“You think?!” teased Molly.

Mom playfully held her hands up like she was being attacked. “Hey, I never said our sex wasn’t loud, I just said it doesn’t happen as often as it used to, which is the honest TRUTH.”

I don’t think Molly believed her, but I did. Weather it was true or not, Mom quickly shut it down for further discussion. “Lets move on, shall we. Next person. Whose turn is it?”

“Its your turn to pick someone,” explained Molly. “You have to pick one of us, then ask us truth or dare.”

“Oh thats right,” nodded Mom, remembering how the game was played. “Hm….” she thought for a moment. She looked from Molly, to me, to Molly again, then settled on me. “Danny!” she said firmly. “Truth or Dare?”

I noticed the intimidating smirk she was feeding me. “Um…dare,” I hesitated, unsure if I made the safer choice.

As soon as I answered, Mom once again shifted her eyes up to the panties on my head, but this time when she brought her hand up, she didn’t keep it there, she snatched the panties away and began twirling them around her index finger. “Do you remember when you came home for Christmas last year?”

I nodded, wondering where she was going with this. I had come home to celebrate Christmas during my two week break from college and slept in my old childhood bedroom.

Mom smiled inwardly. “Well, after you went back to school, I was vacuuming under your bed, and I accidentally vacuumed up something of mine…then another something of mine…then another…”

I winced my eyes shut, knowing exactly what she was referring to. When I spent Christmas break at home last year, I sneakily stole three pairs of Mom’s panties from her dirty clothes hamper. For two amazing weeks, I jerked off each night with one of the pairs of up to my face. My room was like my own personal heaven. Whenever the panties weren’t up to my nose, I kept them hidden under my bed. I must’ve forgot to return them to her hamper before going back to school. How could I be so reckless?

“Not as sneaky as you thought you were, were you?” Mom teased. She stopped twirling the panties around her index finger and slingshot them at me. “I dare you to show me what you were doing with my dirty panties.”

“Wait what!?” exclaimed Molly from across the tub. Mom and I both ignored her.

I know I should’ve made up a lie, but it was pointless. Mom knew exactly how her panties got under my bed and what I was doing with them. “I.. um.. don’t know what to say,” I mumbled.

She grinned. “I didn’t ask you to say anything…I asked you to show me.”

I still can’t believe I actually did it. I nervously brought the panties up to my nostrils and inhaled lightly. The scent of laundry detergent filled my nostrils. I felt like a sicko doing this in front of my Mom and sister so I only inhaled one short breath before pulling them away from my face. I tried handing them back to Mom, but she pushed my hand away. “No, sweetie, you hang on to them.”

Molly couldn’t believe her eyes. “What in the actual fuck did I just witness?!”

“Mom, I can explain…” I tried.

Mom teasingly batted her eyelashes at me. “Oh you can, can you? Please, enlighten me, I’m all ears.”

She was right, there was no way to sugar coat this. Plain and simple, I stole then sniffed her panties while pleasuring myself, then hid them under my bed to do it again, and again, and again, and again… I tried to at least form a sentence. “I… um…”

“Save it, buster,” laughed Mom. She held her hand up dismissively, halting me from embarrassing myself any further. “You don’t have to explain a thing. It’s not that big of a deal. Honest.”

“Not that big of a deal?!” Exclaimed Molly from across the tub. “Mom, we just watched Danny sniff your underwear! That seems like a Pretty-Big-Deal to me!”

Mom laughed at Molly’s lack of knowledge on the common fetish. “Its really not, Molly,” Mom assured her. “He’s a typical boy with typical hormones, and he’s your brother, so let’s not embarrass him, alright?”

I couldn’t believe Mom was sticking up for me. She had every right to slap me across the face. Instead, she turned to me and smiled. “Don’t be embarrassed, sweetie, you have nothing to be ashamed of.”

Her calm motherly tone melted me into a puddle of mush.

Molly couldn’t come to terms with this. “Mom, he just sniffed your freaking underwear. Does that not gross you out?? Like at all?? That’s so disgustingly wierd!!”

Mom fed me a reassuring smile before facing Molly to explain some facts of life. “To answer your question, Molly, no, It doesn’t gross me out at all. I did a lot of research on this, and believe it or not, lots of men sniff women’s underwear, its called a panty-fetish.”

“A panty-fetish?” Questioned Molly with a disgusted look on her face.

Mom nodded. “It’s quite common actually. I think you’d be surprised how many men are into this sort of thing. I promise you your brother is not some sick freak, he’s very normal.”

“MOM, there’s nothing NORMAL about THAT!”

Mom sighed. “Well that’s where you’re wrong, honey. This is actually very common. You have to remember that your brother is still young, and full of uncontrollable hormones. Like all vibrant young men his age, he has his kinks, and if you ask me, his is harmless. If sniffing my panties is his kink, I’d rather support him than shame him for it. I think you should too. It’s not like he’s hurting anyone, he’s just sniffing my panties.”

“Exactly! YOUR panties, Mom, his own mothers! That’s kind of fucked up don’t you think?”

Mom smiled warmly. “Not really. Each article I read online had said the same thing- Apparently when you breath in the scent of a woman’s vagina, it releases ‘feel good’ chemicals in the human brain. Therefore, I don’t think it really matters whose panties he sniffed, it could have been any woman’s scent that made him feel good.”

Molly’s eyes widened at the realization that even her own soiled panties weren’t safe from my perversion. She glared at me with laser beams. “You better not have sniffed mine, pervert!” She exclaimed, splashing water at me.

“I didn’t! I swear,” I defended myself because It was the honest truth. The only panties I’d ever sniffed were those of my mothers.

“Better not have,” she scolded. She turned her attention back to mom. “I can’t believe you’re not weirded out by any of this!”

Mom thought back to when she first discovered my fetish. “At first I was shocked just like you, never weirded out though. That’s why I did all that research. After finding out what I found out…” she paused and started to blush. “I don’t know…I guess It kind of turned me on knowing that my womanly scent could have an effect on someone so young.”

Molly was at a loss for words. “I don’t even know what to say. That’s pretty wierd, Mom.”

“Oh it’s not that weird,” Mom dismissed. “It’s science.”

“No, it’s still pretty weird, but whatever. I guess I’ll just have to accept the fact that I’m vacationing with not just one weirdo, but two weirdos.”

“Yep! I guess so,” agreed Mom, putting an arm around me and pulling me in tight. “Like it or not, you’re stuck with us two weirdos for the remainder of our trip, so you’d better get used to us!”

Molly couldn’t refrain from smirking at how ridiculous this all sounded. “Just keep all that panty sniffing between you two and we’ll be fine. Stay out of my suitcase!”

“We will,” smiled Mom.

It’s hard to explain how relieved I felt in that moment. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I’d never told anyone about my panty-fetish before. It was like a breath of fresh air to finally be able to share that information with someone. I couldn’t believe Mom took it so well. I wondered where things would go from here. Would she just let this happen now? Would she go as far as purposely leaving her soiled panties around for me to discover? Another part of me, the more logical part of me, worried what Molly would do. Would Molly forever use this as blackmail? I had to find out. “Molly, are you going to blackmail me about this forever?”

I could tell Molly badly wanted to say “yes”, but she didn’t. She glared at me with squinty eyes. “As long as you don’t blackmail me about what you saw earlier.”

For a silent moment I was unsure what she was referring to, then it clicked- The Dildo! “Oh yeah! Okay. Deal!” I said, and we shook on it. ‘That was easy,’ I thought.

Mom looked back and forth between Molly and I. “What exactly are you two hiding?”

Molly decided it best to come clean. She told Mom the whole story about how I tripped on the ladder earlier that evening, causing her purse to fly open and the dildo landing in the middle of the room.

Mom didn’t seem at all surprised. “Let me guess…the dildo was pink?”

Molly’s face flushed.

Mom continued. “About seven inches long? Sits in your top dresser drawer, under your socks?”

“You knew about it!?” panicked Molly.

Mom laughed. “You two think your so sneaky with your little sexual hidden treasures. Of course I knew about it! Who do you think washes, folds, and puts your laundry away, little girl?”

Molly’s face was all sorts of red.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed by it,” Mom assured her. “I have one too you know!”

“YOU DO!?”

“Of course,” Mom shrugged, as if owning a dildo was as normal as owning a car. “I also brought mine here too.”

“What?! No way…did you really!?” quizzed Molly in a mixture of shock and disbelief. “You actually have it HERE, In the cabin??”

Mom chuckled. “Uh-huh.”

“No you don’t…do you!? I dare you to go get it then!”

Technically it was my turn to ask someone truth or dare, but I wanted to see this play out, so I kept my mouth shut.

Mom grinned. “You didn’t even ask me truth or dare, what if I wanted to say truth?” She asked, but then started climbing out of the tub anyway.

“Fine. Truth or dare?” smiled Molly.

Mom giggled “Dare!” as she sashayed on pretty bare feet in the direction of the sliding glass door. I’m not sure if it was the wine or not, but Mom’s ass had a flirtatious sway to it as she disappeared into the cabin.

Molly snapped me back to reality. “Okay, who was that wicked woman, and what did she do with our Mom?”

I chuckled. “I was about to ask you the same question,” I said, before draining what was left of my beer.

***********

“BUBBLES!” We shouted as we heard the wicked woman return from the cabin.

Mom quickly reset the bubbles then trotted up to the side of the tub. “Here,” she said, offering me a fresh beer.

I smiled and thanked her.

“OH MY GAWWD!!” cried a wide-eyed Molly, after noticing the big black dildo in Mom’s opposite hand. “You WERE serious!?”

Mom scoffed, pretending to be offended. “What, did you think I was lying?!” she accused, holding the dildo by the base and pointing it at Molly like a magic wand. “You’re not the only one around here with a fun little toy, Missy!”

“Jesus!” Gasped Molly, gawking straight down the barrel of the thick rubber shaft. “I definitely wouldn’t call yours little! How big is that damn thing?”

“To be exact, it’s 8 inches in length,” she answered, with a tinge of pride.

I’m no expert on dildos, but it didn’t look overly huge to me. It looked about the size you’d think a dildo should be. Although It did look a lot bigger than the glimpse I got at Molly’s pink dildo earlier that evening. I assumed that’s why Molly was so wide-eyed over it.

“Here, check it out,” offered Mom, climbing into the tub and actually handing it over to Molly.

Molly willingly grabbed and was shocked by the mass quantity of rubber immediately filling her hand, weighing it down. “Dang, Mom! This is huge!”

“Thanks…I guess,” laughed Mom. “Let’s just say, it gets the job done.”

“I’m sure it does!” agreed Molly, as she twisted it this way and that way, studying it from all angles. “Gosh, this things a monster compared to mine!”

“I’d have to agree with you on that,” teased Mom, doing a quick flashback of the much smaller toy hidden in her daughter’s sock drawer.

Molly continued her inspection by squeezing hard on the rubber shaft, trying to connect her finger and thumb around the girth of it. “I can’t even fit my hand around it,” she grunted, struggling to encircle it.

“That’s because It’s exactly 6.5 inches in circumference,” implied Mom, offering the precise measurement. “They say the average circumference of a guy’s penis is only 5 inches.”

“Well however big it is, I’m gonna need to get me one of these!” giggled frivolous Molly, holding the big black toy an arms length away from herself, admiring it from a distance. “It’s literally like…the perfect size!”

Mom cracked up inside. “Well before you go falling in love with it, let me show you what it can do first,” Mom told her, reaching for it.

Molly reluctantly handed it over.

“See this little button here on the bottom?” Mom asked, after flipping the dildo upside down so that the mushroom-head was pointing down at the water and the base was pointed up.

Molly saw the little grey botton Mom was referring to and nodded.

“Watch this,” Mom said, then pushed the button, making the rubber come to life with a ‘bzzzz’ sound.

“No way! It’s even a vibrator!” exclaimed Molly.

“Not only that,” smiled Mom, then pushed the button a second time and the vibration intensified to the next speed. “It’s a multi-speed vibrator.”

“Wow! Thats so cool. I wish mine vibrated!”

“Watch this,” Mom said, then pushed the button again and the vibration intensified to its third and final speed.

As I sat and watched them, I was quite entertained watching Mom give her best sales pitch and It was funny watching Molly totally buy into it. “Gosh, Mom…mine sucks compared to yours,” Molly told her, with dreamy eyes.

Mom continued her sales pitch by lowering the dildo until the full length of the rubber shaft was submerged into the water. The intense vibration caused a little ripple effect to form around it. “It’s even waterproof, so I can use it in the shower,” Mom smiled, unknowingly putting a forbidden image of her masturbating into my perverted mind.

That was the last straw for Molly. “Alright, that settles it, I’m definitely getting myself one of these the second we get back home!”

Showing off now, Mom submerged the dildo two feet under the water, then let go of it. The Dildo slowly floated up and broke the surface of the water. It flopped over on its side and buzzed like a toy boat. The vibration acted as the little motor, making it cruse around in a circle.

Molly immediately snatched it out of the water for a second, more thorough, hands-on inspection. Right away, she giggled at the way it vibrated her whole hand as she held it by the shaft. “Gosh, this vibration is no joke!”

“That’s the maximum vibration though,” Mom told her. “That speed is a little too much for my liking.”

Molly pushed the button on the bottom and the buzzing abruptly stopped. She pushed it again, and the dildo came back to life, vibrating weakly. She pushed it once more and the vibration intensified to its medium setting. “I think I’d like this speed the best.”

Mom agreed. “That’s my favorite too.”

Molly pressed the button again and giggled as the toy reached it’s maximum vibration. Again, It vibrated her hand which gave her a funny idea. She brought the toy to her chest and held it firmly against her sternum and breathed out an “Ahhhhhhhhhh” sound. Her voice sounded raspy like she was talking into a fan.

I couldn’t believe Molly was openly playing with our Mother’s dildo right in front of us.

“Luuuuke-I-am-your-faaatherrr…” Molly continued to play.

Mom cracked a smile. “Are we having fun over there, Darth Vader?”

Molly giggled. “EeeeeeTeee-phooon-hooome,” she continued, pointing a finger into the night sky.

“Don’t get too carried away. You’re going to wear my batteries out before I even get a chance to play with it,” Mom kidded.

“Sooorrrry” came Molly’s drawn out robot voice. She pulled the toy away from her chest and shut the vibration off. “Are you gonna tell me where you got this thing, or what??”

Mom smiled inwardly. “Are you sure you want to know?”

“Hell yeah I want to know,” insisted Molly. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“I custom ordered it online,” Mom told her.

“You custom ordered it?” Molly questioned. “What do you mean? Like you picked the color?”

“And the size,” grinned Mom. “I customized it to be those exact measurements.”

“No way, I didn’t even know you could do that,” laughed Molly, once again gawking at the dildo from an arms length, admiring Mom’s good taste.

“It was an idea your father and I came up with years ago…I’m sure you don’t want to know the rest.”

“No, now I’m super curious,” giggled Molly, with piqued interest. “I gotta hear this! What was your’s Dad’s crazy idea??”

Mom, who’s inhibitions were slowly diminishing, looked back and forth between Molly and I, contemplating actually telling us their interesting story or not. She chose her next words carefully, laying some ground rules. “If I tell you, you have to promise me you’ll keep this a secret,” she said, pausing long enough to get a nod from both Molly and I. “I’m serious. Whatever is said in this hot tub tonight, STAYS in this hot tub…got it?”

Molly smiled excitedly and nodded. “Deal!”

“And whatever HAPPENS in this hot tub tonight, STAYS in this hot tub…got it?”

Molly’s smile widened. “Deal!”

Mom topped off her wine glass before telling us the unique story about how she and Dad ended up with this big black dildo and why it was such a secret. She began with some back story, informing us that she has, and always has had, a higher sex drive than our father. She told us that she tends to go without sex more often than she prefers. Apparently Dad’s solution to that problem was for Mom to get a dildo the same size as his penis for the nights he wasn’t feeling up for it. She admitted that she actually liked the idea, so she turned to the internet for help and stumbled upon an adult novelty website that made custom replicas of any man’s penis. She said she got all excited and got right after it that night by talking a series of measurements of Dad’s erection. After entering all the specs into the website, she picked a color, and two agonizingly slow weeks later, it finally showed up on our front doorstep.

“Wait…” Molly’s eyes widened. “So you’re telling me that this thing is the exact same size as…”

“Yep!” Mom nodded.

Molly’s eyes bugged out at the realization. “Jeeez! Dads got a big dick!!” She exclaimed, not even realizing how naughty those words sounded until after they’d escaped her mouth.

Mom laughed at how red Molly’s face instantly got.

Molly quickly tried back peddling. “I.. um.. I didn’t mean it like that!”

“Yes you did,” laughed Mom.

Molly couldn’t help but crack a smile. “I mean… I did… but… UGH! I can’t believe I just said that about Dad!”

“Well it’s not like you said anything that wasn’t true,” laughed Mom. “Lucky for me, your father DOES have a big dick.”

“MOM!” gasped Molly. “That’s not exactly something I’m not supposed to know about…”

Mom was getting a kick out Molly’s discomfort. “Hey, you’re the one that insisted on knowing the whole story.”

“Well, yeah, but I didn’t think you were going to say THAT,” giggled Molly, still holding onto the dildo, looking down at it. “My gosh!”

“Yeah, well, now you know,” shrugged Mom. “And by the way you’re hand is still wrapped around it, you don’t seem too freaked out.”

Molly blushed a shade darker. “I’m just…impressed, is all,” she admitted bashfully.

“I can tell!” Mom smirked. “Maybe now you won’t give me grief about being so loud on the other side of the wall.”

“Oh my gosh!” Molly laughed, shaking her head at the absurdity of this naughty conversation. “And here I thought this game couldn’t get any wierder…can we move on?” She giggled, steering the convention anywhere other than where it was headed. “Who’s turn is it?” she asked, getting back to the game.

“It’s my turn,” giggled Mom, who then turned her attention to me and smiled. “Danny, truth or dare?”

“Um..Truth,” I answered.

Mom didn’t even hesitate to ask “Of the three pairs of panties that you stole from my bathroom last Christmas, which was your favorite?”

My stomach flipped. I wasn’t ready for that question. “Um.. I don’t know..” I muttered.

Mom sensed my timidness and softened. “Sweetie, I told you, it doesn’t bother me. It’s fine, really, we can talk about this,” she said, in her soothing Mom-voice.

I helplessly admired her pretty face as she spoke to me. Her eyes glowed and seemed to light up the further we crawled down this rabbit whole together. ‘God she’s beautiful,’ I told myself.

“I’m just curious is all,” she further encouraged.

“I know,” I smiled. “Let me think.”

Thinking back, the one pair that stuck out in my mind the most, was a pink lacey thong with a little black bow tie on the front of it. “Remember that pink thong…the one with the little bow tie?” I asked, with renewed bravery.

Mom grinned, knowing the exact thong I was referring to. “Yeah,” she nodded.

“Well that was my favorite.”

“So you ARE a thong guy after all,” she teased accusingly, referring to our earlier conversation about the purple thong I’d discovered in her suitcase.

My face blushed. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

“Hm… I’ll have to remember that,” she said, flashing me a flirtatious wink. “I better not accidentally leave my purple thong lying around on this trip…or else!”

A big stupid smile crept across my face. How could it not?

Of course Molly then chimed in. “Okay, mr. panty-thief, I gotta ask, what is it about Mom’s dirty underwear that gets you so riled up?”

Before I had a chance to say something stupid, Mom quickly spoke for me, acting as my attorney. “One of the articles I read online explained it like this- having a panty fetish is more of a mental thing than a physical thing. The boy, Danny in this case, gets off by just the thought that the panties up to his nose were once snug up against my…lady parts.”

Molly looked weirded out, but still had questions. “Okay…but what’s the part that he think smells so good?” She asked, then grimaced at me. “You do know we girls like sweat and stuff down there too, right? Like a lot sometimes!”

Mom saved me with more facts from the internet. “The article said it doesn’t matter. As long as whatever he’s smelling came from my lady parts, it’ll drive him crazy!”

Molly wore a disgusted face “…gross!”

“Oh hush, it’s not gross!” silenced Mom. “Take it from me, If you just do a little research on the very common fetish, you might be surprised by what you find out. It’s actually quite interesting how the human body reacts to certain scents.”

As credible as Mom’s insight was, Molly wasn’t about to go search the internet for panty-sniffing facts. “Like I told you guys before, just keep that panty sniffing stuff between the two of you and we’ll be just fine!”

Mom figured that’s the response she’d get and simply nodded. She turned to me, and in her sweetest voice, said “Thank you for being so open and honest with me, sweetie. I appreciate it more than you know.”

I melted into a puddle of mush. I was helplessly smitten under her spell and we all know it. A tingling sensation coursed through my blood stream, surging from my thumping heart to the tip of my incest driven boner.

Mom smiled at me, getting my attention. “It’s your turn, sweetie.”

I returned a very genuine smile. This was easily turning into the best night of my entire life. Molly was right about one thing, this game couldn’t get any wierder, but I was loving every wierd second of it! I turned my attention to my sexy sister. “Okay, Molly! Truth or dare?”

Molly cocked an eyebrow. “Dare!”

I already had the perfect dare planned before she even answered. “I dare you to lick the tip of Mom’s dildo.”

Molly wasn’t even fazed. “You’re such a perv,” she smirked. “You WOULD dare me to do that!” She glanced in Mom’s direction to gauge her reaction.

Mom showed no signs of disapproval. “Do it,” She rather encouraged.

Molly looked at the dildo, then at me. “Just the tip?”

“Yep!”

Molly confidently lifted the fake penis to her face and looked at it longingly for a brief moment. She brought the mushroom-head to her lips and gave it a soft kiss, then another, then another…

It was highly erotic watching my little sister dot the head of a fake cock with soft little kisses.

“Like this?” Molly asked, then snaked the tip her tongue out from between her lips and teasingly tickled the side of the mushroom head.

My own dick twitched underwater. I could only imagine what that would feel like. “Uhm..yeah, exactly like that,” I muttered.

Mom looked at Molly with a naughty since of material-pride. “Looks like you’ve done that before, miss Molly.”

Molly pulled the dick away from her mouth. “Once or twice,” she smirked, then continued het tounge-tease.

Out of turn, Mom dared her teenaged daughter to take it a step further. “I dare you to suck on it, Molly.”

Molly cocked an eyebrow. “YouDareMe?”

“Uh-huh,” nodded Mom. “Bet you won’t actually do it though!”

I think we all knew that wasn’t true. That was all the peer pressure Molly needed. “Bet I will!” she fired back, and In one quick motion, she wrapped her lips around the bell shaped head and sucked it into her mouth like a vacuum hose. Three inches of black slippery rubber slid into her mouth and fluffed her cheeks out. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, I almost let out an audible moan.

Molly shifted her eyes up at our Mother and winked, as if to say “Told you I would suck on it.” And to drive her point home, she started nursing on the slippery dickhead like a pacifier. Her rosy cheeks caved in and out with every suck, causing sexy dimples to form under her high cheekbones.

Any warm blooded male’s dick would’ve throbbed watching this, so I didn’t feel bad when mine did underwater. I was hard as a rock, impressed by the amount of dick filling my sister’s mouth. With every suck, I got to see a little bit more of the black slippery rubber disappear into the depth of her ‘O’ shaped mouth.

Seconds later, the sound of the hot tub’s jets abruptly stopped and the bubbling water started to calm. I peered down at the top of the water and could hear the foam start to sizzle itself away.

Mom was first to quickly shout “NOT IT!”

Molly was quick on the draw. She literally ‘popped’ the dildo out of her mouth. “NOT IT!”

I followed, weakly saying “not it” even though I knew I’d already lost.

One of the rules to the BUBBLES game was that if there were no newcomers available to step out onto the deck, we’d revert to the “NOT IT” game. Meaning if the bubbles were to stop, the last person to shout “NOT IT” was required to get out and reset the bubbles.

“Ha! You lost!” Molly poked fun, prompting me to get out, and dutifully reset the bubbles.

As the surface of the water calmed, everything slowly became visible, and the hot tub’s florescent light was making everything in the water glow like a lighted fish tank.

I chuckled a bit nervously and covered my groin. “Um.. I’m not in any shape to be trotting around in front of you two right now…”

“Nope! No excuses, you know the rules!” Molly prompted, obviously not getting what I was hinting at.

Mom understand though. “Molly, I think you may have gotten him a little too excited,” she giggled.

As the last of the foam dissappeared, Molly peered down into the calm water at my very obvious erection. “You have got to be kidding,” she laughed. “You WOULD have a boner after all this.”

Mom was quick to defend me. “Do you blame him, Molly? The way you sucked that thing, you about gave ME a boner!”

“MOM!” Scoffed Molly.

“Well you did…”

Molly cocked an eyebrow. “Yeah, well, I don’t think I’m the only one to blame for that…” she paused, pointing at my visible underwater-erection. “You had a hand in that too you know?”

“Me!?” Gasped Mom, leaning back with feigned Innocence. “What did I do??”

“Oh please, you’ve been teasing him all night!”

In a sarcastic sing-song voice, Molly began mimicking our mother’s dirty lines. “According to all these articles on the internet, my oh-so-innocent son just looooves the scent of pussy on my pretty-pink-panties!” “Nope that’s not wierd at all, it’s perfectly normal!” “Hey son, which one of my dirty thongs was your favorite, I’ll be sure to leave it out for you.”

Mom couldn’t help but giggle. “Oh c’mon! I did not say it like that!”

Molly smirked. “Well, maybe not word for word…”

Mom simply giggled at the naughty accusation, letting Molly have this one because it was all true. “Okay okay, my fault,” she took the blame. She turned her attention to me and fed me a silly smirk. “Boner or not, mister, you still have to reset the bubbles! Those are the rules!”

I took a deep breath. “Okay…” I sighed. “If you say so.” I hoisted myself up and out of the water and stood on the bench seat. I tried to make my erection less obvious by hunching over and crisscrossing my thighs, but It didn’t work, my loose swimtrunks failed me. The front of my swimtrunks stuck out like a circuss tent.

Throwing caution to the wind, I climbed over the side of the tub and let my boner point me to the dial switch.

I dutifully cranked the switch back to start and heard the jets kick on in the water behind me. When I turned around, I immediately got four eyeballs aimed straight at my crotch. I laughed at the absurdity and looked down at myself. A sense of pride washed over me as I saw how far my swim trunks stuck out away from my crotch. With a bit of newfound pride, I strutted back to the tub and climbed in.

I went to sit down, but Molly stopped me. “Wait!” She ordered.

I froze in place, standing on my bench seat, with my erection literally eye level to both Mom and Molly.

Molly curled her lips into a mischievous grin, and without missing a beat, she raised the dildo up out of the water and held it close to my covered erection. “Hmmm I can’t tell who’s is bigger…Dad’s or Danny’s…”

That got the desired reaction out of Mom. “OH MY GOSH, Molly!”

“What?” Molly gave her playful look. “You can’t tell me you’ve never wondered.”

Mom giggled because she couldn’t deny that she hadn’t. “…I don’t have to answer that!”

Molly smirked. “Okay, truth or dare then?”

“Dare!” Mom smiled.

Molly hesitated with a bold idea in mind. “What happens in the hot tub, stays in the hot tub, right?” She asked before going any further.

Mom nodded suspiciously. “Yes…that’s the agreement…whats the dare, Molly?”

Molly put her mischievous grin back on as she removed the dildo from alongside my circuss tent and handed it to Mom. “I dare you to pull Danny’s trunks down and compare this to his dick.”

“MOLLY!” gasped Mom, surprised by her daughter’s sudden boldness. She shook her head in disbelief. “Not five minute ago you got all freaked out knowing your father has a huge cock…”

“I was not!” Molly giggled defensively. “I was just…surprised.”

“Uh-huh,” teased Mom. “And now you’re wanting to know if your brother’s compares??”

“I’m just curious,” Molly giggled. “Dont pretend like you’re not either!”

Mom showed no signs of disagreement. “Does Danny get a say in this?” she asked, shifting her eyes up at me.

When our eyes met, I was grinning from ear to ear, looking as pathetic as I felt I’m sure. I couldn’t help it though, even if I tried not to smile, my facial muscles would only allow a big helpless grin.

“You okay with this?” Mom asked, giggling at my undeniable look of excitement.

Whatever conscience I once had, went out the window. I shook my head vigorously. “Yes, yes I am!”

The look in Mom’s big beautiful brown eyes told me she was equally okay with it. She layed the dildo in the water and let it float on the surface beside her. She brought her hands up and hooked her fingers in the front of my waistband. She looked up at me, and I returned an encouraging nod. Slowly, she pulled down on the front of my trunks. The waistband material ever so smoothly brushed along my dickskin as she pulled down.

I unintentionally let out a moan as my erect dick sprang free, almost catching her in chin.

“Holy shit!” gasped Mom as my bouncing boner settled into a resting position no more than a foot from her face.

“What?” Molly questioned, who didn’t have the best angle from her side of the tub. She excitedly wading the three feet over to us, moving her face in close. “Daaang bro! I guess you really are my BIG-bro!”

“It’s beautiful!” Mom smiled wide, mesmerized by the 8 inch pilar of cock meat in front of her face. “Very impressive!”

Never in a million years did I ever think my mother and sister, the main characters in all of my jerkoff fantasies, would actually be sitting in this hot tub, a foot away from naked boner, telling me how beautiful it is. This was the beginning of every wet dream come true.

“Like father like son,” Mom smiled up at me proudly.

I returned a very genuine smile. “Thank you.”

She couldn’t help herself. She reached for my dick and gracefully curled her fingers around my girthy shaft. “I hope this is okay…”

Her sudden touch felt so good, it made me weak in the knees and I about toppled over.

“Eesy there, big guy,” Mom laughed, tightening her grip on my cock to help hold me steady. She giggled when she felt a responsive surge of blood pump into my throbbing cock, making it flex in her hand.

I quickly regained my balance, and stood up straight. “Sorry,” I grinned. “That felt really good.”

“I can tell,” she teased, giving my cock a playful squeeze. “I must say, you certainly feel just as big as your father.”

Both girls immediately laughed at such a bizarre comment for a mother to say to her son. “Theres only one way to find out,” Molly giggled, gesturing to the floating dildo in the water. “Put your dildo next to it and let’s see for sure!”

Mom happily obliged. She lifted the dildo up out of the water and placed it perpendicular along side my erection. The isntant feeling of warm rubber felt amazing againt my sensitive skin!

“How cliche,” giggled Mom. “They’re seriously the exact same size!!”

Looking down, I had a bird’s-eye view of the comparison and realized mom was right, they were practically identical, in both length and in girth.

Molly widened her eyes with a pretend worried look. “You mean to tell me we’ve been swimming around with the loch ness monster all night!?”

Mom giggled at Molly’s childish joke and played along. “I know! Crazy isn’t it? I think we better put this guy back in the water though,” she kidded, staring my monster in the eye. She gave it one last playful squeeze before releasing her grip and pulling her hand away. Mom handed the dildo back to Molly. “Here you take this one.”

“Thanks!” Molly smiled, willingly accepting it and turning her back to swim over to her side of the tub.

As Molly’s back was turned, Mom hurriedly reached for my dick and grasped on.

I shot her a look of excitement

She quickly fed me a smiling wink, giving me the universal ‘shh’ sign and hurriedly, but gently, tugged on my dick like a leash, pulling me down to a seated position next to her on the bench seat.

At this point, I was almost certain that I’d died and gone to heaven. I looked up at Molly who had just reclaimed her seat. She was paying us no attention, oblivious to what just happened, too busy fidgeting with her new favorite toy by cycling through the various settings.

“Molly!” snapped Mom, getting her attention.

Molly’s head shot up.

“Truth or dare?” Mom grinned, secretly stroking up and down on my underwater-erection, her antics hidden by the bubbly surface.

“Oh!” giggled an oblivious Molly. “Um…truth this time.”

Mom’s stroking hand slowed while she thought of something good to ask. I felt unbelievably naughty allowing Mom to fondle my hard-on only three feet away from my sister, but It felt amazing and I didn’t want her to stop.”

Mom soon thought of an idea. “Okay, Molly, so you know you kept going on and on about getting yourself a new toy when we get back home?” She asked, putting a devilish plan into motion.

“Uh-huh,” nodded Molly, taking the bait. “I am too!”

“Trust me, I know,” Mom assured her. “I’ll even help you find one! But before we do that, we need to know what you’re looking for, and if I remember right, you referred to my dildo as…” she paused and gave my underwater-erection a teasing wiggle. “A perfect size!”

Molly giggled. “Where are you going with this??”