Diane froze for a moment, her eyes glued to her dad's cock. It looked nice she thought, almost as big as Chris'. Although the comparison was difficult because Chris' cock was so rarely flaccid, especially when Diane was present.
Even as these thoughts rolled through her mind, she reacted much faster than her groggy father. She decided to immediately confront the embarrassing situation, rather than turn away. It was not her nature to be circumspect. So she stepped into the room and dragged her eyes away from Rob's cock to address him.
"Wake up dad. You don't wanna sleep through dinner do you?"
Rob was still struggling to pull his thoughts into order. As his daughter approached, instinct took over and he pulled the sheet over his lap and sat up on the side of the bed.
"Oh, right, yah. No, I guess I, uh, I musta dozed off there, huh?" His daughter stood in front of him and his distracted mind noticed her sexiness before he was able to consider that she was his daughter. Her breasts stuck proudly out of a tight blue t-shirt, prominently displaying her nipples. He was pretty sure she didn't wear a bra, but the way her tits stayed so high on her chest, he thought that she must be wearing one. No girl, no matter how young, had breasts that big that stayed so firm without any support, or so he thought. His eyes instinctively traveled down, where her t-shirt gave way to a bare midriff, which exposed her tight, tan stomach to his view. Finally, he took in her shorts. They were jean shorts cut so short that the white pockets were visible. Her thighs were toned and unblemished. In short, he took in one heck of a sexy girl.
But all of this followed with the stunning realization that she was his daughter! And he was naked! And he was obviously checking her out!
Diane noticed all of this too, as her father's gaze traveled over her sexy assets one after another. She didn't speak and allowed him visual access to her body, even posing some to give him the best view possible.
At the same moment when Rob snapped back to his senses, Diane took the initiative. She decided to act as naturally as possible. She didn't want to embarrass her dad for having oggled her.
"You must have been pretty tired after such a tough week," she said as she walked briskly towards her father. His face exhibited only shock as she approached and sat down right next to him, so close that her thigh touched his through the sheet.
Diane put her hand on her father's shoulder and squeezed it affectionately. The action brought her breast into contact with his chest. No bra separated skin from skin, only a thin cotton t-shirt. As she breathed her breast pushed into him, and her nipple traced along his skin through her shirt. She heard Rob take a sharp intake of breath and look down at her heaving tits.
Diane knew she had to keep talking to prevent their situation from becoming awkward for Rob. "Did mom help you get to sleep after work? I hope she gave you a nice massage or something." Diane looked him straight in the eye after asking that question, causing him to focus on her eyes rather than the intimate contact between their bodies.
Rob was nonplussed. He was not thinking clearly. Vaguely, he realized he needed an excuse for the time he and Sandy were alone in their room, and he grasped on to Diane's explanation. Her stare kept his eyes locked on hers as he answered. "Uh, yah. Um, your mom, she, uh, she gives a good massage."
"Oh good. Mom is REALLY good at massages. Where did she touch you?" Diane kept massaging his shoulder and she pressed herself into him. They were practically hugging now.
At this point, Rob was aware that his erect penis was pushing through the sheet and pointing straight up towards his daughter. This caused him to panic and lose whatever rationality he had reclaimed upon waking up. It didn't dawn on him to protest his daughter's behavior, as he desperately hoped to hide his erection. He thought that keeping up the conversation was his only hope at keeping her attention away from his lap.
"On my neck. Um, and... um my neck," he stuttered. For a lawyer, he was a bad liar.
"Is that it?" asked Diane, implying that there should be more to his answer.
"She, um, well... yes, thats it."
By now, Diane had noticed his boner. She pretended to accidentally put her hand down for balance, placing it directly on his cock. She gasped in mock surprise.
Diane had not intended to seduce her dad. She just wanted to tease him a little bit. But when she saw his cock outlined in the sheet like that, her plans changed drastically. After all, what would he do? Tell her mother? She knew there was some risk involved, but she figured that if she could keep it partially his fault, she would probably succeed.
"Oh, daddy. You've got a boner." She said it with a hint of an accusation, as if asking him to explain its presence. But she kept her hand on it, putting a slight amount of pressure on the head.
Her dad said nothing. He merely dropped his head in shame. Diane felt bad for him, but she also knew she had him right where she wanted him.
"Daddy," she said seriously, but inquisitively, "is that... because of me?"
His shoulder's slumped even more. He couldn't raise his gaze to meet hers. He merely sighed, as if the world was crumbling before him and he could do nothing to stop it. To make matters worse, his cock had leaked a small amount of precome, and it wet the sheet, causing it to become see-through over the head of his penis.
"Its ok daddy. That happens with lots of guys. You can't help it if your dick gets hard around a cute girl like me," Diane said in a coquettish, lilting voice. With that, she pushed his chin up with one hand, and pulled the sheet back with the other. As she forced him to look her in the eye, she stroked up and down his hard cock.
After she stroked his cock for about 30 seconds, Rob was ready to come. He had given himself over to the pleasure. He simply couldn't help himself. His daughter was too much, and although he was torn with guilt, it was nothing compared to the feelings of lust.
Diane lowered her head and started to suck. After no more than a few seconds her father unloaded in her mouth. Apparently he had some extra reserves after fucking her mother earlier. Diane smiled on his cock when she thought about this load of come as being reserved for her. Maybe every father has a special reserve for their pretty daughter, deep in their balls.
But she was able to swallow his load easily. And as she pulled off of his cock, she patted it gently.
"Come on downstairs dad, its getting close to dinner time" she said at her usual volume. Then she leaned in and said quietly, "It's ok. I won't tell anyone." Then she kissed him on the cheek and walked out of the room, making sure to twitch her ass as she went.
Diane was a sensitive girl, but she wasn't above a little torment. And as she walked downstairs, feeling her wet vagina lips slide against each other, she knew she wasn't going to tell anyone about her breakthrough with Rob. She wanted to see how this would play out.
Sandy batted her eyes as she woke up to a pleasant sensation at her pussy. Rob had spread her legs and was slowly tracing his fingers up and down her slit. The gentle attentions caused her to purr with pleasure. She felt very good.
The sun streamed through the window, between the slats of the Venetian blinds. It created beams of bright yellow light, which lit up the bits of dust in the air. Sandy loved the hint of summer sun, which foretold of excitement and possibility once she rose to face the day. But she also liked to be shielded from its full force, as she eased into the day slowly but surely. From her husband's interest in her quickly moistening pussy, she could see that this day would begin with more pleasure than just the beckoning sun.
"Morning, hon," he greeted.
"Mmmm. And good morning to you, darling. Always a better morning in your arms," she said. "And under your fingers," she added, as she ground her pussy more forcibly into her husband's palm.
Over the past several weeks, their marriage experienced a renaissance of sorts. It was not due to any new sexual tricks from Cosmo, nor any Viagra boost for Rob's cock. It started around when Sandy started sleeping with her son. Since that day, Rob had become MUCH more interesting in the sack. It wasn't anything they did that was different. It was more like everything was different. It was like they were 25 again. Instead of striving for an orgasm, they found themselves holding orgasms back. Something had significantly changed, but Sandy couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. She thought that maybe Rob somehow was channeling the sexual energy that their son Chris brought home with him, but she was pretty sure he didn't know that mother and son were fucking.
What Sandy didn't know was that at about the same time she jumped her son's bones, Rob had received a blowjob from their beautiful daughter, Diane. At first, he was absolutely devastated. He moped around, like a man walking to death row. He was sure it would get out that he had abused his 19 year old daughter, and his life and reputation would be ruined. But after a few days, Rob realized that life was going on, and no tragedy was to befall him. It seemed that Diane was keeping her promise to not tell anyone.
When Rob realized he wasn't ruined as a result of coming in his daughter's mouth, his devastation began to morph into horniness. He felt like he had a new lease on life, and he was determined not to waste it. As a result, he started to spend much less time at work, and much more time buried deep in his beautiful wife. It didn't detract from his heightened libido that he had a ready store of mental images of his sexy daughter bobbing up and down on his cock.
Thus, Rob and Sandy had both enjoyed sexual encounters with their own children. Yet, neither of them were aware of the other's transgression. Oddly, the secrets they each held made sex between them spectacular. Sandy's pussy was getting a real workout. She would usually fuck her son during the day, while Rob was at work, and then fuck Rob at night, and usually the next morning as well. Meanwhile, Rob constantly fantasized about his sexy daughter, and his libido was fueled by the memory of that single astonishing encounter with her gorgeous mouth.
This morning was a Saturday and Rob was intent on making the most of his time away from work. He awoke from a dream about Diane, and his dick was quite hard as a result. So he had taken some liberties with his wife's sleeping body, while he let his thoughts drift to his daughter's huge yet perky tits and shapely, energetic little body.
Eventually Sandy stirred and turned towards him, exposing one of her breasts. Almost instinctively, he moved to capture her hard, pink nipple between his lips. He tongued the tip and gently squeezed it with his lips, eliciting a guttural sound from his wife. Meanwhile, he took his initiative down below to another level. As Sandy turned towards him, he was able to get more leverage with his hand over her pussy. So, he inserted his middle finger and slowly slid it into her slippery passageway. He applied pressure to her clit with his palm, and simultaneously hooked his inserted finger inside of her to reach her g-spot. He knew this would drive her crazy.
He was right. Sandy put her hands on Rob's thick brown hair and pulled him closer to her. She also started to slowly buck her hips as he alternately pressured her clit and g-spot. Sandy felt fortunate that her husband knew her body so well. She loved riding the waves of pleasure as he touched her so lovingly.
After several minutes, Rob couldn't wait any longer. He moved over his wife and positioned his rock hard cock at her entrance, rubbing himself against her swollen lips. He liked the feeling of anticipation associated with the warmth on his dickhead as he positioned it in front of her sexhole. But he didn't linger for very long. In no time he was driving deep into her, and she was pushing back. Their bellies and chests slid easily against each other as the dawning summer day introduced sweat into their coital machinations.
Rob felt his wife's pussy contract and he stopped holding back. Thirty seconds of energetic thrusting brought him to orgasm as she rode out the end of her own. Rob loved the fact that they orgasmed together again. It seemed like a sign of a healthy sexual relationship. Yet, he wondered how healthy it was that images of his daughter stole into his mind as he let go in his wife's pussy. He was imagining it was Diane's throat and mouth that grasped at his spasming cock.
After a couple of minutes, they both put on robes, eager to face the day. Rob got up first and headed to the shower. Sandy no longer felt like laying in bed to wait her turn, like usual. Instead, she headed downstairs. She knew that she smelled of sex. She also knew that her son was probably awake already. She hoped that maybe Chris was still out on his customary morning jog so she wouldn't encounter him in such a freshly-fucked state.
She was not so lucky. As she entered the kitchen, she encountered her son, sitting on a stool shirtless, covered in a sheen of sweat. He looked very handsome, having just exercised. His almost hairless chest was perfect -- not too bulky, but very well-muscled. It made her pussy flutter to see him in such a sexual way, even as she greeted him the same way she had always greeted her son.
"Morning, hon."
Chris' eyes shot up from the paper he was reading and quickly took in her gorgeous form. He loved the red flush of her cheeks and the way her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She was beautiful by any standards. But being his mom put her on another level for Chris. He would never drink in another woman's sexiness in the same way.
Chris got up and moved towards her. He was used to having free sexual access to his mom during the day, and since nobody was around he figured he could cop a quick feel. But as he moved towards her she angled away from him.
Sandy was worried how Chris would react to the smell of sex on her. She knew that men were prone to jealousy, even irrationally, and she didn't want to flaunt her sex with Rob in front of Chris. But as she subtly avoided his embrace she realized that there was no way out of this jam. He looked at her, and she detected both confusion and disappointment in his face. It melted her motherly heart.
"Oh baby. Come here," she said, as she hugged her son close to her. "I just hadn't showered yet, and..." She didn't quite know how to finish the sentence. Luckily, he caught her meaning.
"I know mom. I heard you guys in there."
"Oh, I'm sorry honey. I just didn't want to flaunt it. I probably should've just stayed upstairs until I'd showered."
Chris' cock was hardening against her leg, pressing through the flimsy material of his running shorts. He moved a hand inside of her robe and fondled her breasts gently, while they stood together in the kitchen. She waited for him to say something, but he didn't. He just continued to move his body against hers as he shut his eyes. His pleasure was apparent.
Then, with the suddenness of a spontaneous decision, Chris grabbed her shoulder firmly. He turned her around so he stood behind her. As he reached for the front of the robe, Sandy knew what he was thinking. He wanted to fuck her, even though Rob was just upstairs, probably almost through with his shower.
Sandy did not want to risk it, but she found herself yielding to him. Something in his firm grip belied the intensity of his sexual need at that moment. Sandy wasn't sure if she even COULD stop her son. His eyes were glassed over with passion, and she feared that he might take what he wanted from her regardless of any resistance. So she made no move to stop him as he bunched her robe together and pulled it to one side, exposing her naked rear end.
"Chris," she whispered plaintively. But there was no response. Rather, there was no vocal response. Chris' hand reached down and found her pussy, rubbing it briefly before positioning his fingers over her lips in a way that told her that he intended to spread them. That's just what he did, opening her recently fucked hole for the invasion of his cock.
"Chris, your father," she said. But there was no conviction. She felt his cock move into her well-lubricated hole, pushing all the way in. He wasn't fucking her fast. He was staying buried deep within her and moving only slightly up and down, as he pushed her against the counter. To Sandy he felt so powerful behind her, as if he could lift her whole body up using only his sturdy cock for leverage. She could imagine what he looked like, with his athletic frame straining its muscles and glistening with sweat. The thought made her feel extremely naughty. And the naughtiness was compounded by the fact that her son's cock was coated not only by her own copious juices, but those of his father as well. Only now had Chris returned to his ultimate origin, as his cock was bathed by his father's seed, inside his mother's quim. The thought alone made her tremble and then come. Her whole body shook with the force of it and she moaned out loud, surprising Chris with her abandonment.
A few seconds later Chris flooded her pussy again, coating her walls with his own semen. As she felt him stop squirting, Sandy slid herself off his pole and retied her robe. She was not happy with her son, and she made that clear with a stern look. She indulged none of their usual tenderness, as she was upset that Chris would take her like that, with his father near by. She couldn't stop him. But she could at least show him she disapproved.
Chris tucked his cock away and sheepishly moved back to his seat at the table. He knew what he did was wrong, or too risky, as his mom would say. But he was powerless against the compulsion to fuck her. Perhaps it was something primeval within him, needing to retake her after hearing her fuck his father. But all that he experienced was uncontrollable horniness, an absolute need to fuck his mother at that moment, risks be damned.
Sandy felt cum dripping down her thigh as she huffed and made her way to the stairs. But before she went up she decided to wipe herself clean. She wet a towel at the sink, and was about to wipe her pussy, but then she had a better idea. She took the towel and presented it to Chris. Then she opened her robe in front of him and showed him her pussy. At this moment they both heard the shower stop upstairs.
Chris guessed correctly that she wanted him to clean her. He took the towel and gently wiped his mom's thigh clean of the escaped sex juices. Then he gently wiped her pussy clean as well. It felt strange to have his mother look on as if she was making him clean up any old mess in the kitchen. There was no levity in her expression. Sandy looked just like she did when she scolded him as a child.
Sandy was framing it as a punishment, a sordid version of the million times she had made her son clean up his messes. Sandy wanted him to see her stern expression. But she also knew he would enjoy the opportunity to touch her and see her pussy up close. The two different levels of meaning amounted to a sort of symbolic compromise: she didn't begrudge him her pussy, but he was responsible for keeping signs of their fucking from his father. With that unspoken compromise, Sandy pecked her son on the cheek and stopped scowling at him as she scurried upstairs to have herself a shower.
The family had planned an outing that Saturday, to a county fair. It was several hours away, in farm country, but they went every year. The fair was in the county where Rob had grown up, and he liked the experience of nostalgia from revisiting the fun of his childhood summers. The rest of the family also enjoyed going to the fair, as it gave them an opportunity to see the more rural parts of the state and all the livestock, vegetables and baked goods that were produced there. Overall, they looked forward to it as a time to spend together as a family.
There was not much time for an extended breakfast, so Chris and his two parents were finishing up bowls of cereal when Diane arrived. She burst in through the back door with her usual scene-stealing panache and enthusiasm.
"Everybody ready? Hickville awaits!" said Diane in a voice that was just below the threshold of being too loud for the morning. "Who wants to go see them grow their big vegetables?" Diane said, as she put her arms on her brother's shoulders and massaged them chummily.
Rob tried to hide his embarrassment. The way his daughter referred to vegetables and looked at him, he was sure she was referring to his own stalk, which she had been able to make grow with no great difficulty. He felt his face redden slightly and he tried to look away from Diane's sexy form. It was difficult though. She wore a bright red collared shirt that looked like it was made for someone ten years younger. Rob wondered how she was even able to pull the tight material over her huge breasts. It seemed to conform to her body like some sort of second skin. She also had on khaki colored shorts that covered only the bare essentials. Her long, tanned thighs were exposed almost all the way up to their juncture. Rob didn't think she could look any sexier if she was stark naked. Like any beautiful woman, Diane had the ability to make her clothes seem more like an enticement to view her sexual charms than a way to obscure their appearance. He looked forward to being enticed by her beautiful body for a whole day of outdoor activity.
Everyone gathered their things and moved out to the car. It was a fairly long ride, so it was good that they were leaving early. The day promised to be a hot one, but the full brunt of the heat had yet to hit and it was still fairly pleasant as they loaded into the car.
Rob drove and Sandy sat in the front passenger seat, leaving the two children to squeeze their full-grown bodies into the small backseat of their fuel-efficient little sedan. The whole family had long legs, which normally wasn't a problem, since it was rare for them to all try to fit into the car at once.
"Holy cow. We sure don't fit in here like we used ta," Diane complained. She was behind the driver's seat, which Rob liked to keep pushed back pretty far when he drove. Her legs barely fit into the crevice between the back and front seats, and her knees pointed up awkwardly. She was not looking forward to maintaining this cramped posture for the whole car ride. Still, she had a pretty high threshold for discomfort, and she was glad to be heading out to fair again, so she muted her complaints.
Rob could feel Diane press into his seat with her knees, as she constantly wiggled around trying to get more comfortable. He imagined in his mind's eye how her tiny shorts were riding up, pressing into her crotch, maybe even stimulating her youthful pussy and causing it to get excited. He wished he could turn around and verify his speculations, but his imagination was detailed enough to give him a hard-on, even as he drove the car.
Sandy noticed his condition and shook her head. What had gotten into her husband, she thought with no small amount of wonder. It was like he was a teenager again, getting a boner at the slightest provocation. If they were alone, Sandy would have reached over and freed her husband's cock from its constraints and given him a 60 mph jerk, just like she used to in the 70's. Thinking back to those wild years of sexual freedom started to get her juices flowing. She almost chuckled aloud when she realized how her family's horniness was becoming contagious.
After about 15 minutes of driving, Diane simply had enough. She needed to stretch her legs. The only option was to swing them onto her brother's lap and lean against the door. It still wouldn't be comfortable, but she needed to stretch out pretty badly.
Without asking permission, Diane twisted her body and put her legs over her brother's lap, luxuriating in the ability to stretch out her cramped muscles. She slid down so she was almost lying down on the backseat, half leaning against the door. But as she did so, the seatbelt dragged her shirt up and exposed her bare midriff. The stretched and twisted material of her shirt was pulled tight against her chest, squeezing her breasts and outlining them in precise detail. Chris could easily see her nipples through the fabric. He had an urge to give them a bit of a feel and he started to consider how to do so without his father seeing.
Rob felt all the commotion going on behind him and he wondered what kind of sexy contortions his daughter was undertaking. It was a kind of torture for him to not look at her body, which he knew was probably twisted into some devilishly erotic position as she tried to get more comfortable. They were on a straight part of the freeway, so he decided to risk taking a peek.
"You alright back there, Diane?" he asked, and as he did so he quickly twisted around in his seat for a gander. He was not disappointed. He saw her breasts first, straining against her twisted t-shirt. Then his gaze traveled down to her exposed belly, which was toned and tanned. Finally, he saw how her shorts had been pulled up as she slid along the seat, pressing them against her pubis. They were so short that as they were pulled all the way up, he could see the edge of her red thong panties, where they covered her slit. But he had only a few seconds to take all this in, as he feigned concern over her discomfort to cover his obvious interest in her body. By the time Rob finally turned around, his pole was stiff as steel and his mind danced with images of his sexy daughter's display. Rob very much envied his son, who had the "misfortune" of dealing with his sister's legs draped all over him for the rest of the ride, not to mention a perfect view of her nearly visible breasts and pussy.
"Yah, I'm fine. This is way better than before. Chris'll just have to deal," she said. "But my seatbelt is all twisted up. Daddy, can I take it off while I'm sitting like this?"
Rob thought about how the seatbelt caused her breasts to be displayed and decided he liked the idea. He also liked how she called him daddy and deferred to him on the question of her seatbelt, when it was obvious nobody would interfere with her decision to wear it or not.
"You better not honey. I don't wanna risk any harm to you in an accident." As Rob spoke he admitted to himself that he just wanted to continue to imagine her bare belly and nearly exposed breasts.
"Ugh. Ok, fine." Diane said as she wiggled some more, trying to find the best position. Each movement she made seemed to bind her sexy body tighter in her hopelessly twisted clothes. Chris couldn't restrain himself any longer. He started to massage his sister's calves. He liked pressing into her skin and the feeling of her strong leg muscles. Moreover, as he massaged, he could manipulate her legs to achieve the best view of her thighs and barely covered pussy.Diane, of course, stopped complaining as her brother ministered to the legs that were so cramped just a moment before. It was all she could do to suppress any moans, since she was a complete sucker for a good leg massage. She found Chris' strong hands were well up to the task of kneading her leg muscles quite pleasurably.
As time went on, Chris became a bit more adventurous. He took any opportunity when Rob was clearly focusing on the road to touch his sister's pussy through her bunched up short shorts. It was more of a tease because he didn't dare rub her for very long, but it was a fun erotic game, and it had him quite stiff.
Sandy sensed a change in the atmosphere in the backseat. So she shifted around to look back and see what the kids were up to. She was not surprised to see that Diane had found a way for Chris to give her pleasure, despite the fact that she was supposedly in the "uncomfortable" seat. Sandy found herself envious of Chris' strong hands working Diane's naked legs, and wished that she was in her daughter's position.
As Sandy was turned around observing them, Diane decided to be a little naughty. She grabbed Chris' hand and pulled it to her pussy, pressing it against her mound. She saw her mother notice the forbidden touching, and liked the fact that there was nothing Sandy could do about it. The naughtiness of the situation and the physical stimulation of her pussy made Diane horny. It was also sort of fun to tease her mom like this, and in such close proximity to her dad. Sandy was obviously still very concerned that Rob should surmise anything about their recent incestuousness. But Diane was obviously much less worried, since she alone knew that her father was far from uncompromised himself.
As Sandy's concerned gaze was still on her son's hand pressing her daughter's quim, Chris decided to take it to another level. He slid his fingers under Diane's shorts and thong and started to directly massage her pussy lips. There was little room to do anything besides rub her lips and press her clit, but that was enough to make Diane's eyes roll back in pleasure. It also made Sandy's eyes widen in fear. Chris didn't tempt fate for very long, but the illicit touching made mother, son and daughter even more horny. Rob continued to drive in ignorance, contented by his own imaginings of his daughter's little vagina, even as his son played with it not three feet behind him.
Arriving at the fairgrounds, the whole family was sexually aroused. Both father and son emerged from the car hesitantly, trying to conceal their hard-ons. Sandy and Diane could do little to conceal the visual evidence of their arousal, as their nipples clearly poked through their tops. Diane especially looked absolutely lascivious. There was no doubt that more than a few eyes would be drawn to her prominent breasts capped by her obviously hard nipples. But the first pair of eyes to survey her charms belonged to her father, who could not hide his interest in his daughter as she stepped out of the car into the bright, hot summer day.
Entering the fairgrounds, the family stopped and surveyed the hustle and bustle of food and fun. As usual, Diane was the first to come up with an idea of what to do.
"Ooh," she crooned, in her most girlish voice. "I wanna take a ride on the ferris wheel. Would you be my partner daddy?"
Rob was thrilled. He loved how she had begun calling him daddy in her girlish voice. It was as if the soundwaves she projected went straight to his cock, making it harder, and harder to conceal as well. He also liked the way she asked for him to be her partner. He wondered if she knew just how much he desired to partner with her.
"Umm, sure," said Rob. His daughter had the effect of making him sound stupid. It was like he was in high school all over again: he was constantly hard, he couldn't find any words in front of the girl he liked, and he was thrilled to have the chance to ride on a ferris wheel!
Sandy suggested that she wanted to take a walk around the grounds and take a look at some of the award-winning produce. She asked Chris to accompany her, and he gladly agreed, taking her hand and leading her towards the tents at the far end of the fairgrounds.
Diane reached for her father's hand and started pulling him towards the ferris wheel. She gently rubbed his palm with her fingertips as she led him along through the crowds of people. The effect on Rob was dramatic. Even the slightest touch from his gorgeous daughter turned his mind to mush and did the exact opposite to his cock.
As they walked, Diane spoke to him in a low voice, replacing her usual excitable tone of voice with something more husky, and more suggestive of her sexual availability.
"You know daddy, I love riding the ferris wheel. I like how you can see everyone in the whole place, but they can't see you at all. Its almost like its a little private place, even though its right out in the open." She stopped her monologue as the navigated through a thick patch in the crowd. She pressed close into her father, letting her breasts mash against his arm as they walked. "But sometimes I get a little scared of how high it goes. Thats why I like to take someone with me. You won't let your little girl get scared up there, will you daddy?" As she said this, she surreptitiously brushed her hand against his hard cock, causing it to jump in his pants.
Rob could barely respond. He only grunted and smiled a big, stupid smile at his beautiful little girl. She knew exactly how to push his buttons, and she wasn't holding back at all.
Finally they arrived at the ferris wheel. It was an old country contraption, and Rob was surprised it still worked. He was also surprised that people still rode the thing. Compared to rides at six flags, this was nothing at all. It was less of a ride, and more of a slow-moving, open elevator from which to achieve a birds eye view of the goings on below. That was fine by him. He hated amusement park rides anyways. And he wanted as much time as possible squeezed in the small seat next to his daughter.
Finally they got to the front of the line and got into their bucket. Rob was glad the operator seemed to be drunk, and was totally uninterested in the people getting on and off, other than to make sure he took a ticket. A more attentive worker may have noticed how his cock pressed against his shorts in anticipation of what would happen as they floated above the fairgrounds, just him and Diane.
He sat down and felt Diane squeeze next to him. There was actually plenty of room, but Rob didn't mind if she was disinclined to use it all. She held herself tight against him as their bucket lurched and started its ascent. While the bucket lifted them up, Diane squeezed herself against her father in a full hug.
Once they were off the ground, Rob felt his daughter's hand snake into his lap. She proved very adept with his zipper, and she released his cock in no time. Slowly she stroked it.
Bringing her lips to her father's ear, Diane whispered "Are you horny daddy? Do I make you horny?"
Rob had no response, except to palm her breast and squeeze one of the delicious melons that had tempted him for the past few weeks. Meanwhile, Diane increased the pace of her stroking, causing her breasts to jiggle with the effort. She made sure to create friction with the the sensitive underside of his cock. And her ministrations were having the desired effect, as the penis in her hand pulsed excitedly.
To anyone who cared to observe it looked like father and daughter were cuddling against one another as they took an innocent ride in a county fair ferris wheel. But the reality was that a father was receiving the best handjob of his life. The pleasure his daughter was providing him was immeasurable. He had never felt so out of control with sexual fever. Then, as their bucket neared the top his daughter brought her mouth to his cock and sucked.
Diane didn't waste any time licking. She started sucking hard at his cock head, and as she dipped, her vacuum of a mouth applied pressure to every inch of her father's cock. She knew how to repress her gag reflex as his cock touched the back of her throat, as she used her throat muscles to milk the tip of his penis even more effectively.
Rob reveled in the distinctive warmth of the blowjob. He drifted in a world of softness and warmth as he rode wave after wave of pleasure. After only a few slow bobs of Diane's head, Rob's orgasm became inevitable. Rob put his hand on his daughter's head and, as they reached the apex of the ferris wheel, he reached an apex of his own.
Rob spewed into Diane's mouth with much more force than she expected. She had no difficulty swallowing his load the first time she gave him a blowjob, but as he shot the first volley of jism into her mouth she knew this time would be different. His cock projected the sperm with a surprising amount of force, spraying the back his daughter's throat. But the first powerful shot was not the whole load. Not by a lot.
After four spasms of Rob's cock, Diane began to panic. She assumed she could take his load easily, like before, but her mouth was nearly full, and he kept on coming. She knew the stakes were high. If she drooled, her father's shorts would betray their illicit activities on the ferris wheel. Worse still, if she choked she might release the whole load and really make a mess of things.
Mercifully, she felt the last spasm of his cock and she knew he was done. But in her concern with capturing all the semen in her mouth, she had been unable to swallow any of it. It's quite difficult to swallow when your mouth is full, especially if you don't want to spill any of the contents.
Sitting up, Diane's cheeks bulged with his load. It was an unbelievably sexy image for Rob, one that he would always treasure. He was looking out at the bucolic farm country of his youth, and in the foreground was his daughter's mouth stuffed with his tremendous load of jizz. Diane then tried to swallow. She made a good effort, and she was able to swallow most of it, but she couldn't prevent some of the load from slipping out of her mouth and dribbling down her chin. A drop or two hit her blouse, but major disaster was averted. Sighing, Diane gave her father an exhausted looking smile and leaned back. She decided not to wipe the jism off of her chin right away, surmising correctly that her father would enjoy the image.
"Bet ya never did that as a kid at the fair, huh dad?"
"No honey. I've never had a blowjob like that at the fair or anyplace else. You are a gifted little cocksucker, my dear."
"Well, thank you very much," she said, taking it as a great compliment. "We'd better tuck this guy away though, shouldn't we?" Diane continued, patting his softening member.
In all the excitement Rob had totally forgotten about his exposed penis. He quickly zipped up, hoping nobody noticed, as they were now almost at ground level.
Stepping out of the bucket, Rob felt better than he had in his whole life. Taking his daughter's hand, they stepped away from the machinery. As they walked along Rob savored the feeling of satisfaction and gratitude for his beautiful daughter and her adventurous sexual ways. He was truly a lucky man.
"Daddy, can I get a corn on the cob?"
"Sure honey. You can have whatever you want," Rob responded as he handed her his wallet. "That is," he said as they approached the stand that sold the roasted corn, "if you're not already full."As the summer progressed the family continued their sexual dalliances. It was the perfect situation for exploiting the naughty fun of inter-familial sex. Nobody was innocent. Rob was intimate with his wife Sandy, but his real fantasy object was his daughter Diane, who teased him mercilessly, and who graced him with the occasional blowjob if the opportunity came up. Chris continued to be most fascinated with his mother's body but he periodically messed around with his sister. And Diane, well, she was able to take as she pleased. She was the only one aware of all the convoluted sexual connections in the household and she loved the power that came with that knowledge. In a sense she was the impresario of the incestuous relations. She loved to keep tabs on all of the illicit relations and if she got bored she would even take steps to instigate sex between her family members if she had nothing else to do at the time.
So the summer progressed splendidly and the family's collective libido was constantly stimulated. Externally they appeared to be a perfectly normal, attractive midwestern family. But beneath the placid exterior there was a storm of sexual pleasure, as they exploited the usually platonic family roles for deviant purposes.
Yet, summers like this one pass too quickly, and in what seemed like a blink of an eye, Sandy realized Chris would be returning to the East in just 10 days. Diane would also be starting a new semester, and with Chris gone, she would go back to spending most of her time on campus. As much as Sandy was anxious about the stability of her family in light of her affair with her children, she knew she would be sad when it ended.
Even more than the mindblowing sex, Sandy loved the togetherness of their adult family. She knew it was a rare thing for children to grow up and maintain familial harmony into adulthood. She relished the time they spent together and the wonderful dynamic they could establish.
These thoughts inspired Sandy to plan a camping trip together. They all loved the outdoors, and it would give them a chance to be together one last extended time before summer slipped away from them. She was sure her family would agree.
When she broached the subject that evening at dinner, Rob and Diane were more excited about the idea than Chris. It dawned on Sandy that he was filled with regret about losing sexual access to her. He knew they would likely not be able to be intimate if the four of them were together for the whole week, and it was obviously weighing on his mind. It made her swell with pride to realize how important she had become to her hunk of a son. And she made a mental note to spend some extra special time with him before they left.
The next day she found Chris reading with his shirt off outside, enjoying the mellow sun of the morning, before it became too hot. She stood behind him for a moment before announcing her presence, taking in the sight of his tanned and rippling physique. The way he wore his glasses and seemed so absorbed by his book made him even more attractive, she thought. Not just a hunk of meat, she thought. But a hunk of meat nonetheless. She smiled as she felt herself becoming wet and allowed thoughts of their coupling slip into her mind. She was tempted to reach down and stroke herself, before realizing she was outside for the whole neighborhood to see. But then her eyes focused on the bulge in Chris' pants and a thrill raced up her spine. Screw the neighborhood! Just to indulge the perversity of the idea, she slipped her handed into her shorts and dipped a finger into her moist slit. It felt wonderful, and she dallied a bit before strumming her clit briefly, and then reluctantly removing her hand. What a hussy I am, she thought, and the thought thrilled her.
Approaching Chris, she put her arms on his broad shoulders and lovingly massaged his muscles. He put down the book and leaned back, relaxing into her touch.
"I'm headed to the store to get camping stuff. Wanna come?" she asked.
Chris opened his eyes then and looked up. He could see her breasts at the top of his field of vision. He could tell quite clearly from her elongated nipples that she was aroused. Parsing her words, he mused about how he'd much rather come than go to the camping store. But knowing his randy mother he wondered if they might find some way to do both. Plus, he liked spending time with her, and shopping at the camping store was better than just ordinary shopping.
"Mmmm," he moaned, expressing his feelings of laziness in the warm sun and the pleasure of her casual massage. "Sure. I gotta go grab a shirt though."
As he rose from the chair he brushed by her, allowing his semi-stiff rod to trace along her hips. They moved around each other like lovers, exploiting any opportunity for the odd touch or expression of affection. Luckily the neighborhood was pretty well empty on this weekday morning, and their subtle touches went unnoticed to all but themselves. Rubbing his hand across her lower back and butt, Chris lingered just a bit before moving along inside to put on something decent for shopping.
As he re-emerged outside, Sandy tossed him the keys. Chris usually let his mother drive. He didn't mind driving, but he wasn't in the habit since he'd moved out east. And he wasn't the type of guy who needed to be in control of everything. But he didn't question. He caught the keys smoothly and started for the car.
Chris was actually enjoying it. The roads were pretty empty and he was feeling the same thrill of a kid at a go-cart race – enjoying the power of the engine beneath him as he shifted gears. After such a long time without driving, even the subdued pace of the suburban streets was entertaining.
Distracted by the activity, Chris' mind was, for once, not concerned with his sexy mother. Perhaps Sandy noticed this and wanted to regain her sexual control over her son. Or perhaps she had planned all along. But, in any event, she slowly moved her hand to his lap and drew down the zipper on his khaki shorts. Before taking his penis out of the fly, she put her palm down on his lap. She enjoyed feeling his cock beneath the fabric as it firmed, complicating the movements of his powerful legs against the pedals. But before his cock was fully engorged she had deftly slipped it through his boxers and fly and was slowly stroking it. It was, as always, beautiful to her eyes. It looked so powerful, even angry, in its rigidity, but it was soft to the touch, especially the almost velvety feel of the light purple head as she moved her cool palm and fingers over and around him.
Sandy knew exactly how to manipulate him. Almost as if it were her own, she knew where to teasingly touch to ratchet her son's pleasure steadily upward. She wasn't jerking him off. She was just toying with him, touching him gently in all the right places as he distractedly managed his way through the labyrinthine streets. She noticed he drove right at the speed limit, apparently not in any hurry at all to get to the store.
But it was not a long trip, and as they pulled up in front Sandy withdrew her hand. She would have tried to put away his pecker, but she wasn't skilled enough in the arts of manhood to stuff that rod back into his clothing. She was always amazed that men could do so, as cocks seemed so huge and present when turgid and so blithely absent from view in normal day life.
Chris seemed disappointed to have to put himself away and go shopping. But he knew his mother wouldn't leave him in a lurch for too long. And if his skills of detection were correct, she was quite aroused in her own right. So he did the best he could to restrain his cock from public view and followed him mom into the store, focusing squarely on her twitching ass as he walked.
They needed a few sleeping bags and a propane stove, but Sandy was in no hurry. She liked browsing the selection with her aroused son at her side. She could feel his gaze on her body as she walked slowly around, and it thrilled her. She pretended to look at various camping implements but a great deal of her attention was on her son, whose presence at her side weighed heavily on her mind. As a result there was more than a few subtle contacts between them. As they turned a corner she would let her breasts graze his arm or back. And once as they moved behind a rack of clothing in the corner of the store, she even went so far as the grasp his crotch briefly with her hand. She was satisfied to feel that it was still semi-rigid.
As they found the sleeping bag display a salesgirl noticed and came over to offer assistance. Sandy took notice of her cute, youthful face, and straight brown hair drawn back into a ponytail. The girl's tits were fantastic. Even through the red vest she wore it was obvious that they were full, yet still perky with youth. They seemed to almost leap away from her chest as she approached. She also wore short khaki shorts and her tanned legs were absolutely perfect. Simply put, this girl was stunning.
"Can I help you?" she asked, directing her question at Chris instead of Sandy and angling her body in a way that indicated interest in something more than just a sale.
Chris flashed a winning smile and met her gaze confidently. "We're in the market for some sleeping bags." As he paused Sandy noticed her son's calm confidence and reflected on how attractive he must have seemed even to the gorgeous salesclerk, who was probably about 4 years younger than her son. "Any suggestions?" Chris finished.
She was flustered. An attractive girl herself, she probably wasn't used to young men who were able to deflect her charm with such ease and send a jolt of cool sexiness right back at her. "Umm," she mustered, "well these are on sale." She pointed to some bags displayed on the wall.
Chris smiled slightly and looked on with an expression of expectation. The girl reddened slightly, but after an awkward beat she finally regained some composure. "They are thin so they're good for summer camping. Plus, they are pretty compact so its easy to carry them." Chris nodded, and it was clear to Sandy that he didn't care one way or the other about sleeping bags. Meanwhile, the salesgirl was quite ready to retreat. Chris was obviously not interested in her and she evidently didn't know that much about the merchandise in any case. "Anyways, just lemme know if you have any questions or anything, ok?" And she flashed a slightly bitchy smile at both Chris and Sandy before retreating to a comfortable distance.
As the salesgirl walked away Chris smiled warmly at Sandy. She melted. It was clear that, just now, he had only eyes for her, and she could feel his love for her pulse across the distance between them. After that, they finished up their shopping in a more businesslike manner. Both of them were horny and they were understandably quite eager to make it back home to do something about it.
In the car Sandy once again released Chris's dick. She held it firmly, and once or twice, on a quiet stretch of road she even leaned down and engulfed his head with her warm lips, lapping it quickly with her tongue. They drove with the windows down, and the saliva on Chris's dick was a bracing sensation. As they approached their home they passed a neighbor they recognized who was out walking her dog. Sandy took the opportunity to be naughty. She kept her hand on Chris's cock as the stopped at a stop sign besides the dumpy old Mrs. Cartwright.
"Hello there Kristen!" Sandy said, with the usual fake enthusiasm of middle-aged housewives. As she did so, she stroked up and down on Chris' cock. He was both petrified with fear and stoked with immense passion.
"Oh, hiii Sandy," she responded, drawing out the vowels in a way Chris found annoying. "Its nice to see Chris is home for a visit."
"Oh yes. Its so very nice when he comes," Sandy continued, giving him a knowing squeeze. "There's just never enough time for family." As amusing as he found the double entendre, Chris wanted nothing more than to get home and rip his mother's clothes off. His worst fears were realized as he heard the tone in the old gasbag's voice that indicated she was gonna start into one of her monologues.
"Oh I know, its so hard to find the time. I remember when Sam used to visit..." Sandy was half-turned towards the woman, while she kept her hand behind her stroking up and down on her son's cock. For Sandy it was a very exciting ploy. She nodded politely, but her every attention was on the smooth hardness grasped by her left hand.
After several minutes, Chris was just about to go crazy. He involuntarily groaned just loud enough for Sandy to hear and his dick started to make indications that it was ready to shoot of in her hand.
As exciting as it would be to make her son come in such a compromising position, she had other plans. So she stopped her ministrations, and rudely interrupted Mrs. Cartwright in the middle of a sentence. "We're in a hurry. Gotta go!" With that, Chris almost burned rubber as he accelerated from the stop sign, leaving old Mrs. Cartwright confused by the side of the road.
Arriving home, they almost raced out of the car and into the house. There they encountered Diane on the couch, tossing a tennis ball up and down with an air of boredom.
"Hi honey" said Sandy, but she didn't even slow down on her way upstairs. Chris didn't even bother with a greeting.
"Jesus, you two. Nice to see you too!" Diane called up the stairs after them. "Wonder why you're in such a hurry!" But there was no question in anyone's mind. Especially not for Diane who had detected the enormous bulge in her brother's half-zipped fly and the flush in her mother's cheeks. She wondered if they would even make it to the bed.
Although she was curious about the goings-on upstairs, Diane forced herself to wait for a few minutes. The faint gasps and moans were having their effect and she wanted to let herself imagine the sexy scene before surveying it first hand. After all, she was a wise young girl, who knew well that the thrill of sex is mostly due to expectation. So she let her mind fill in the picture as she moved her right hand under her waistband and onto her shaved cunt. Twiddling her clit, she was surprised how quickly she was becoming aroused. Just one minute ago she was a million miles away from the idea of an orgasm, and now a very satisfying one was building up after just the slightest bit of masturbation. She took hold of a nipple with her right hand and started to pressure her clit more vigorously with the tips of two fingers. It felt wonderful. But she didn't allow herself to go any further.
Instead, she composed herself and walked up the stairs, nearing the crescendo of lusty noises from the master bedroom. They weren't going to last very long, she thought, wondering what happened to drive them into such a frenzy upon returning home.
As she got to the door, her mother shrieked loudly, followed by heavy gasps as she orgasmed. Meanwhile Chris was above her, driving into her quim with a fury. His face was set with determination as he peaked. His hips stopped driving rhythmically, and started to buck spasmodically as he spewed, releasing into his mother for what seemed like 30 seconds. Diane took all of this in with an unself-conscious fascination, and with a hand deep in her own pants, and pussy, as well. She had to admit her brother and mother made for a very sexy image.
Finally Chris collapsed, his powerful chest pressed against his mother's breasts. He moved his hands to her head and cradled it. Face to face, it was clear that they were far gone into a world of post-coital bliss. It almost sickened Diane to see the way they gazed into each other's eyes as they gently swirled their tongues in a loving kiss.
Diane wasn't so cynical to interrupt though, with some kind of snide remark. It was her, after all, who walked in on them having sex. But she was also quite turned on herself. So she moved to the bottom of the bed. She could see her brother's balls, as he was still buried in his mom's cunt. She hopped on to the bed and lifted his recently emptied ballsack to reveal the stem of his dick framed by her mother's full outer pussy lips. There was a bubbly film of their combined fluids dressing the bottom of his dick and her lips. It made Diane's mouth and pussy water in equal measure.
Moving her mouth to their conjoined sex, Diane lapped at the frothy discharge. It tasted of salt from semen and sweat. But she still detected the sweeter taste of her mother's contribution underneath the strong flavors. The taste was driving her wild. Wild enough to disrupt the two of them by pulling Chris's hips back and removing his dick from Sandy's cunt. Fortunately he didn't object and his dick pulled away, leaving a gaping hole in her mother's quim, and followed by a small flood of pearly white sexual fluid. As the penis pulled away from its sheath, several strands of cum stretched along with it and fell onto Sandy's thigh along with Chris' cock. Chris now lay on his side and continued to make out with Sandy at the head of the bed.
But Diane didn't notice this new position. She dove into the sticky mess at her mother's quim. There was no method to her movements – she just wanted to lick and suck everything she could out of her mother's sex. First she made her tongue as broad as possible and licked all the way up her mom's cunt, gathering all the fluids stuck to her outer lips. Then she licked down again before narrowing her tongue and plunging into her vagina, tongue-fucking and suctioning out her mother's well-fucked hole.
But the fluids kept on coming. It took Sandy no time at all to bring off another orgasm as her daughter almost maniacally labored at her sex. The stimulation was even sufficient to bring Sandy's gaze away from her son to take in the pleasing sight of Diane's head bobbing up and down at her crotch. Soon Diane stopped tongue-fucking and moved to her clit. The sensation of her soft tongue pressing the sensitive button almost took Sandy's breath away, and a powerful orgasm immediately ripped through her. It took her by such surprise that she actually growled out loud in pleasure. It was a guttural moan so intense that Chris jumped with surprise.
Diane heard and felt the manifestations of her mother's orgasm and was ready to join in the fun for herself. Her quim was absolutely on fire. She had the idea to move to the head of the bed and straddle her brother's face until he brought her to a satisfying climax. But as she moved forward she decided she didn't want her brother's scratchy chin caressing her lips. No – she wanted her mom to bring her off. Diane knew her mother had never eaten pussy before, and while under normal circumstances that would cause her to prefer her more experienced brother's cuntal attentions, it was exciting to her to think about her mom's face covered in her juices. Sandy wouldn't need any special skill anyways, as Diane planned to mash her clit and lips against her mouth and tongue and ride her violently until she got off.
Sandy had no time to object. She barely had time to cognize the fact that her daughter's pussy was aimed straight for her mouth. As she laid back on the pillow her daughter's sex enveloped her mouth and nose. She was struck by the pleasant taste and wondered why she hadn't ever eaten pussy before. It was actually quite enjoyable. Not that there was much to do – she merely stuck out her tongue and let her daughter grind her clit against her nose. Whatever efforts she made just to continue breathing were evidently enough to ensure her daughter's continued heightening excitement. Finally, with a high-pitched whimper Sandy felt the vagina muscles surrounding her tongue ripple with orgasm. Then a warm rush of fluid seeped out of Diane's pussy and drenched Sandy's mouth and chin.Sandy looked up and saw her daughter's sweaty face above her heaving breasts. And Diane looked down and saw her mother's eyes looking plaintively upwards, while her face continued to be smothered by pussy. The image made Diane cry out in laughter. Then she pulled off of her mom's mouth and leaned down to give her a kiss. Chris of course was looking on with a sort of shocked fascination and appreciation for the whole spectacle.
Checking the clock and seeing they had plenty of time before Rob would get home, Sandy got up and turned the AC unit on high and shuttered all of the windows, darkening the room. Then she went back to the bed and cuddled up with her two darling children to enjoy a nap during the hot middle part of the late August day. Satisfied didn't even begin to explain it.
The morning of their departure for the camping trip was hectic. They were planning on driving nearly 6 hours to their preferred camping spot, which meant that they had to get going relatively early in order to avoid arriving too late to have a comfortable first evening in the great outdoors.
The family was lucky enough to have an ideal camping destination, which contributed to their love of camping over the years. Sandy's uncle owned a substantial amount of rural land in the north of the state. Actually, rural isn't quite the right word; this land was wild. Covering almost 500 acres of private property, the land offered everything you could ask for as far as outdoor adventure. It was covered in woodlands, but a substantial stream snaked through the property, feeding a small lake with fresh water, making it an ideal destination for swimming. Sandy's uncle held onto the property, but nobody lived there year round. An old farm house and barn still survived, but nobody kept the property up. As a result, it was mostly left to the wild, to be used for camping and hunting by anyone her uncle knew who wished to use it. It was generous of him, because the experience of actual outdoors living certainly beat camping in a small plot at a campground surrounded by other people.
But the real camping experience required substantial preparation. Supplies for every contingency needed to be brought along, including such essentials as toilet paper, outdoor cooking supplies, mosquito repellant and a laundry list of other things as well.
Gathering and packing the supplies in time to arrive and set up before nightfall was always a challenge. They all knew what a pain it was to try to navigate the backwoods roads at night, much less set up the tents and everything. So everybody was pretty much on their game, doing their part to help get ready. Even Diane wasn't wasting time teasing or lallygagging.
But the fact that she wasn't intentionally teasing anyone did not mean that she wasn't having that effect. In fact, just by dressing in comfortable clothes for working and moving around trying to get things done, she was attracting quite a bit of her father's attention. This morning she was sporting a white, ribbed tanktop t-shirt with no bra. Her nipples pushed through the fabric and danced about as her large breasts swayed and bobbed with her efforts. She also wore red cotton shorts which did not cover her thighs for more than a few inches. The absence of any apparent panty lines suggested to her father the tantalizing possibility that only one layer of cloth separated any part of his teenaged daughter's supple body from the outside world.
Of course Diane was 100% aware of the effect she was having on her father. She wondered to herself how it was that men were so blatantly obvious about their attractions. It was as if her father thought that if he stopped staring at her tits and ass for a second they might all of the sudden disappear. Not that girls were any less susceptible to infatuation, but Diane noted that it seemed a peculiarly male trait to need to stare at the object of affection. But she did enjoy the attention – it made her feel good to know that she was able to control her father just by moving her body. Every once in a while she would stretch her arms above her head and let her full breasts push out against the t-shirt, allowing the color and shape of her nipples to show through the thin fabric. Or she would bend over and let her shorts ride up into and against her pantyless ass and pussy. At these times she almost physically could feel her father's hot gaze lazering in on her womanly assets, and it made her hot.
But Diane didn't let that slow her down. She was a natural at organizing and preparing, and she also liked to take charge. In these things she found that the boys of the family were basically useless at anything other than following simple instructions. So she was not shy about ordering them around as they brought together all the items they would need and packed them carefully into their trailer. Diane knew this would be a special trip, maybe the last that they would take as a nuclear family, and she was concentrating on making sure something like forgotten mosquito repellent wouldn't put a damper on the fun. She was especially attentive because she had also made plans of her own to ensure that this would be an especially "special" trip, plans she had been developing since Sandy announced the trip several days before.
Sandy, meanwhile, was in charge of the food. Everybody knows that half the fun of camping is cooking and enjoying good food in the great outdoors. But the key is preparation, because there aren't any stores at all close to their campground. So it was important to think things through ahead of time. This year, she'd spent an extra long time making sure everything would be just right. She had her heart set on this being the best family camping trip ever. Even Diane, who was not known for her skills in the culinary arts, had chipped in. She had made a big plate of rice krispy treats at her apartment and brought them home for the trip. They looked so delicious that Sandy kept one out of the container, to snack on as she put the finishing touches on the preparation.
By 11 o'clock Diane had the trailer packed up, and they were ready to hit the road. Each of them was excited about the trip, but their enthusiasm was muted by the prospect of 6 hours in the cramped car. Sensing the overall reticence, Diane made a move she knew would cheer the general mood: she called shotgun and got in the front seat. She knew that Rob would very much appreciate being able to snatch glimpses at her as they drove. And she knew Sandy and Chris would be anything but upset at the prospect of having to contort their bodies to fit in the tight quarters of the back seat. So they piled in the car as Sandy ran in to check the house one last time and lock the doors.
When Sandy finally squeezed into the cramped seat behind the driver she was just popping the last bit of rice krispy treat into her mouth.
"Hey, where'd you get that! I'm starving myself," Chris half-complained as he saw her finish up the dessert.
"Me too! What happened to sharing?" said Rob, although with good nature.
Diane said nothing at all, but a bit of a smile developed as she pulled her seat up as far as possible to give room to Chris sitting behind her. Diane was seated cross-legged, allowing her gorgeous, deeply tanned thighs to spread in front of her. Only a small amount of cloth covered her pussy now, and she tugged her shorts somewhat to the side in preparation for teasing her father even further. She thought to herself that she might need to distract Rob as much as possible if her brother and mom were gonna be naughty in the backseat.
"Too bad, all gone," Sandy said playfully. "We'll stop for some food once we reach Dawson City, where we always do. Right now, we gotta get on the road!"
So they pulled away from the curb, and they were all on cloud nine. The anticipation of the fun camping experience was enhanced by the nostalgia they all felt as they remembered back to past family trips. And on top of all that was the anticipation associated with the newly developed sexual tensions.
Sandy couldn't stand keeping her knees bunched up against her body for longer than it took for them to get on the interstate. She unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned against the door in order to drape her legs partially over Chris. As she stretched her legs out she reveled in the satisfying tremble of her muscles as they stretched. A wave of pleasure rushed through her body and she began to feel absolutely wonderful. This is the life, she said to herself as she sort of drifted off, thinking about her fun, sexy family.
Chris meanwhile was having sexy thoughts of his own. He started to absentmindedly massage his mother's calves, rubbing his hands over the skin he had become accustomed to worshiping. He checked out the way his mom's shirt rode up and encased her breasts, highlighting her nipples. Chris was surprised though when he heard his mother moan.
"Ohhh, that feels HEAVenly darling!" To Chris her voice sounded somewhat clouded, like she were just waking up from a nap or something. He was also surprised she announced out loud that he was taking liberties with her legs. He thought she would probably let him touch her, but keep the activity a secret from those in the front seat. Not a big deal, though, just weird.
Up front, Rob was glad to finally be on the interstate. The image of his daughter next to him was absolutely tantalizing. Her legs were spread lasciviously, showing off her thighs as well as demonstrating her flexibility. She was sitting in some sort of yoga-like position, with her feet flat against each other and her heels almost pressing into her crotch. He noted that he was lucky that her shorts had ridden up on the side closest to him. So he could see the skin at the juncture between her thigh and her crotch. He was pretty sure that if he could just look a little bit more closely, he would be able to make out the edge of her pussy lip in the shadows. But alas, the responsibility of driving allowed him only fleeting glances, forcing him to fill in the details with his imagination.
After a couple of hours they arrived at the city where they traditionally stopped for lunch and their first break from the road. Rob, Diane and Chris headed inside, but Sandy said she just felt too comfortable sitting in the warm backseat of the car. Everyone assumed she was over-tired from packing that morning. Her words slurred together and she seemed intent on doing nothing but lying back comfortably and letting the world slip by.
Chris was enticed by the idea of his mom alone in the car, so after using the bathroom, he told Diane what he wanted to eat, and headed back to the car. He found Sandy stretched all the way across the backseat. Her purple t-shirt rode up some, exposing her midriff. And, to Chris's horror and delight, the running shorts she wore were riding way up into crotch as she splayed her legs, nearly exposing her pussy to the view of anyone who walked by. He quickly opened the door and lifted her legs onto his lap.
"I was hoooooping you'd come back to me, darling," said Sandy, batting her eyelashes at her son as he adjusted himself underneath her.
Chris just looked on, wondering about her weird behavior.
"Well, nobody's here baby. Don't you wanna touch mommy a little before the others come back?" Then, she sat up and started to lean towards him.
"I'll tell you a secret," she continued. Then she leaned clumsily in towards his ear before whispering rather loudly, "I'm wet for you baby!"
Chris was confused by her behavior, but it didn't stop him from investigating her wetness on his own as she lay back down. She slid back so her legs were on either side of him, and he turned towards her, giving him easy access to slip his hand inside her shorts. She wasn't lying! Beneath her outer lips Sandy's pussy was molten hot and slippery with lubrication. Chris took two fingers of his right hand and slid them easily into her grasping hole. Almost like some sort of trap door, her pussy seemed to suck his fingers in with very little resistance, and then squeeze them tightly once they were lodged inside.
"Oooooooh, thats so WONderful. Your fingers so deep inSIDE me like that honey."
Chris was fascinated by his mother's wanton horniness, but he was totally distracted by the need to keep looking around in case someone might walk by their car. He was inclined to work his thumb over his mom's clit, but he actually decided against it, in case she might have some sort of screaming orgasm right in this public place. So he just kept his fingers inside her, experiencing her almost overwhelming heat and tightness.
Then he saw Rob and Diane emerge from the restaurant with their bags of food, and he started to pull out of his mother.
"Oh, no no no no no no no," she protested. "I like those in there."
"Mom, snap out of it. Dad and Diane are coming back," Chris shot back.
This seemed to bring Sandy somewhat back to normal. But she just closed her legs and shut her eyes, rolling over on her side.
When Diane opened the door, Chris saw the little rabbit-like twitch of her nose and he knew that she could smell his mother's pussy. He hoped against hope that his father was less sensitive to the smell. Luckily, the grease from the food created a pretty good mask, and as they dug into their food and pulled out of the parking lot it didn't seem like he noticed anything.
Everyone but Rob slept for the next couple of hours. Although Diane leaned her seat back and put her foot up on the dash before she drifted off. The position actually exposed some of her pussy to her father's gaze. Why not give him something to think about while he drives, she thought. And she was correct in thinking that her tight little hole was foremost in his thought for the next two hours.
As they awakened from their naps, Diane and Sandy complained about needing to stop and use the bathroom, so they pulled into a rest stop.
Chris just waited in the car and was the only one there when Sandy returned. Chris was relieved to see that she seemed to be acting normal again. That hazy quality to her voice had disappeared and she seemed more on top of things.
But as she stood there waiting outside the car with her son, a mischievous glance towards the bathrooms preceded her grabbing his shirt, pulling him towards her and giving him a full-on kiss on her mouth, snaking her tongue into his mouth devilishly as she did so.
Although the kiss took no more than a couple seconds, Rob was emerging from the bathroom just as Sandy broke the kiss and let go of her son's shirt. At a distance of some 50 yards Rob couldn't tell exactly what happened, but his initial thought was that Sandy and Chris had just broken off a kiss! He squinted and rubbed his eyes, thinking he must be crazy. And as he walked towards the car, mother and son were leaning against it, acting as normal as ever. He decided he must have been imagining it, or that his sight was obscured by the distance and the heat, so he let the thought slip from his mind.
Finally, Diane made her way back to the car and they piled in for the last 2 hour leg of the journey.
This time everybody was wide awake with the anticipation of finally arriving. They were seeing familiar sights and the small towns started coming less and less frequently. For a while it was mostly farms. Then the farms yielded to pine trees. And finally the roads became gravel instead of pavement and then dirt instead of gravel.
Eventually, they pulled up to the gate to the property, and opened it to pull into the driveway of the familiar, yet dilapidated, old farmhouse. Their hearts swelled as they drove around the house and behind it, to the far end of an open field, which came right up against the stream. It was here that they knew was the best camping spot.
It was nearly 5 o'clock, giving them a couple of hours of sunlight to get everything ready for the night. There was a lot to do, but there was plenty of time to do it. Unloading the trailer, Sandy found the cooler that she had packed full of beer, handing a can to both Chris and Rob. They gulped appreciatively, and took a moment to take in the atmosphere. It was beautiful there, as the sun fell behind the trees and deepened in color, and the stream gurgled behind them in a constant and reassuring way.
"Where's mine?" snapped Diane in a peeved tone of voice, as she came around the corner from who knows where.
"You, young lady, are not of sufficient age to consume alcoholic beverages in this state," Rob said in a mock fatherly tone.
"Yah, fuck you! AND the state!" she rejoined in a bitchy tone. But her smile belied any bitchy intent. She reached for a can, grabbed her dad's keys and proceeded to gulp down the whole thing in a few seconds flat, shotgun style. She finished her display of efficient alcoholism with a resounding, "ahhhhh, good stuff!" Everyone laughed at Diane's antics, and then moved to start setting up the tents. They were all in a cheerful mood and they chitchatted happily as they worked.
With about 30 minutes of daylight left they had the campsite all ready to go. Sandy announced that she was going to gather some firewood.
"Come on dad. I need you to come with for protection."
"Protection from what?" asked Chris.
"Bears, for one," Diane shot back. "And asshole older brothers too!" The beer had been flowing and Diane was pretty much just letting loose. When that happened her mouth rarely stopped flapping.
There was no need to go far afield for firewood, but Diane took her dad's hand and led him into the woods towards the stream. Once behind the cover of the foliage she put her hand inside his pants and squeezed his cock. As she expected, it was hard as a rock, and it had been for most of the day.
"Mmmm, found some wood!" she said, worrying Rob that she might be projecting her voice all the way back to the campsite. As usual, his boisterous daughter left him completely speechless. He just stood there as she fondled his cock inside his pants. After a few seconds, during which he was staring at her heaving breast, it occurred to him that he might do some fondling of his own. He reached out and felt the weight of his daughter's right breast, lifting it slightly. Then he got a greedy look in his eyes and made a move to put his hand under her shirt.
But just before he got the chance, she turned away. "Come on, start gathering, daddy. It'll be dark soon." And she let go of his cock and sashayed away from him, gathering sticks into a pile. Dumbfounded, he had no choice but to obey his little tease of a daughter, so he started to pick up sticks along with her.
Meanwhile, at the campsite, Sandy and Chris took the opportunity to steal behind the barn and start making out.
"God, I was so horny for you in the car baby. I almost jumped you at the fast food restaurant – don't know what came over me. Been so wet for you baby." Sandy's words escaped between desperately passionate kisses. Their hands were all over each other.
"Lets fuck," said Sandy, and she pulled down her shorts, exposing her bare, and excited, pussy. Chris could see the wetness accumulated on her outer lips. But he hesitated, knowing it wouldn't be long before Diane and Dad returned with their wood. "Please honey, I need this," said Sandy as she turned around and spread her pussy with two fingers, exposing her pink to her son. This, of course, was too much for Chris to resist.
He quickly whipped out his cock and put it at her entrance. He felt her pulsating heat, and he didn't hesitate to push all the way up into her. She came immediately, her whole pussy spasming and grasping at his cock, taking Chris by surprise.
"Uuuuunnnnggghhh," she murmured, muffling the noises against her forearm. "Come on baby. Fuck me. I need it. Don't hold back." And Chris obeyed, taking just a few strokes to work into a rhythm. But just as they established a comfortable rhythm, with her leaning into his thrusts and building quickly towards a pair of orgasms, they heard Diane's voice from the campsite.
"Hey, guys!" snapped Diane. "Where you at!"
In shock, Chris pulled out and they both pulled up their shorts.
"You first," he whispered, needing some time to arrange his turgid piece.
So Sandy fanned herself briefly before emerging from behind the barn and returning to the campsite, wracking her mind for excuses.
"Just checking out the property," said Sandy, coming up on father and daughter and a huge load of firewood.
"Where's Chris?" Diane asked, sending a knowingly suspicious look her mother's way.
Sandy didn't appreciate the query. "Oh, he found a big tool up by the house that he was playing with," she said innocently enough, but obviously being coy, as she shot her daughter a mocking look.