Family Road Trip

When we got back to our room the tingling of the pool water chemicals had my skin more sensitive and provided a heightened desire to be close and cuddling with some girl. I think that it affected both my folks that way as well, as mom simply hung her wet duds over the shower curtain. Then she went over to my father and drew his suit down to his ankles as he stood there, the light from the lamp making it clear that he was aroused by her forwardness. Mom gave him a little push to sit him down on the edge of the bed. Then she turned to me and shucked my shorts as well. I held on to her shoulders for support and my cock kept trying to poke her in the eye.

She took my arms and maneuvered me to sit by my father. "I want to see something and I need good light - so keep the lamp on," she instructed. Mom knelt before her two men and with a dicks in each hand, began to masturbate us. What tumescence we already had, gained full expansion readily in no time.

"Stand up, both of you!" She commanded us. "See! Like father like son!" she was pointing at our pointers, "You both have the same penis, they're exactly the same!" Dad and I looked down, it was true, twin pricks of proud proportions stood out from our pubic hair. Mine was at a sharper angle upwards, but dad made his bounce like a diving board.

"Honey, if you don't mind" said my mother in her sweetest pleading tone as she kissed my father's cock still on her knees in front of us. "I'd like to keep the light on so that I can see our son stroking his handsome hunk as he watches us tonight." My father gave my mother a broad grin and raised his eyebrows. An expression I knew he used to say, 'okay' dear - Whatever you want!' I was delighted that, contrary to the earlier remark by mom, she and dad were becoming a porno show; a nightly live sextravaganza for my self-pleasuring. Not only that but every evening the lighting had improved, not to mention mom's and my sexcapade encores were bolder and more intimate as well!

It struck me then, as a revelation as bright as any lamp showing the graphic coupling of my folks, that there was another unspoken dynamic going on in our family triangle. My parents were getting off by have me watch and cumming when they did. Clearly, mom got hotter, as witnessed by her post coital capers with me unbeknownst to dad. But, for my father to allow his son to share, at least in a vicarious way, the woman who was his mate, must mean that he was getting something out of the odd ménage' as well.

Did he also have a secret Oedipus complex and have his own fantasies, lived out on a surrogate level through me? But of course, he didn't know about the second act action between mom and me. Or perhaps was he something of an exhibitionist. Was it the kinkiness of the situation that brought new excitement and a renewed vigor to their sex life? I am sure that having sex every night was not the normal rate of intercourse; after all I listen at their door at home nearly each evening in hope of hearing them making love. Whatever the motivations or reasons for the disappearance of inhibitions that now provided for the current state of affairs, I was going to savor the full enjoyment of such while it lasted.

Mom suggested I pull up one of the cushioned chairs in the room close to their bed, and get something for lubrication - and a towel. While I arranged for a ringside seat to my parents' erotic wrestling, she maneuvered dad to lay his head between her thighs and spread wide to provide access for him to eat her out. I knew from my audio monitoring at home that this provided a sure-fire routine to get mom to beg for having dad put his cock in her. I hurried back and got to see the bright pink slit open like orchid blossom. The folds of her vagina were still together, but already glazed with her secretions. Dad began his licking and I began my stroking with some baby oil I had found in mom's cosmetic case. Mom began to murmur sounds of pleasure and growing excitement.

All the cues and instructions and encouragements that I had before only heard through their bedroom door, now were matched to the actions that elicited them. Her "just like that," and, "yes! good!" or "higher" or "back and forth", "slower - faster - harder"; were happily carried out with enthusiasm by my father as he muff dived my mom. I wanted to do so too, but for now, my role was simple observer and I was responsible for my own self-gratification. I moved to their side to have a closer view of the oral/vaginal connection. Mom looked me in the face and said in a husky and demanding voice, "Kiss Mommy, baby, kiss me and then suck my nipples.

Like father like son, my mouth and lips were hers to command. I Frenched mom; we engaged in that fun tongue tangling thing and then I proceeded to do double delight on the pointed rosettes of her pulchritude. Mom's utterances turn into nonsense as the multiple oral administrations made her go, "uuhmmm with aahh . . whoo . . oohh . .and ooouw". Then her rhythms and sounds changed. From long listening at their bedroom door I knew this phase too. Mom's tone was a single repeated "uuhh", and her hips began a rocking pivot that lifted her mons a little higher each time. "Put it in!" mom began softly, "PUT IT IN!" her insistence growing and her volume as well. "Now! I need IT in NOW!! . . . Oh Please - PUT it IN!! NOWWW!!"

I switched back to a view right between their legs, on the edge of the chair, as I watched my parents beginning to fuck. I saw dad's dick hover over the hole and then - as like a key to a lock - it smoothly moved forward and inward, then withdrew until the head was just still aimed into the interior of mom's pussy. The tip of dad's dick was purple with blood and the veins were quite defined. Then, like the Titanic sinking, it disappeared into a wet darkness, as my mother's vaginal lips expanded to engulf my father's rigid member until all but a thin line ringed the pole at its base. The two hairy sacks of testicles rested pressed against the smooth bottom of mom's behind, one lower than the other. Then the steam engine's piston began to pick up power and speed until it was churning away at my mother's sopping crotch.

What an unusual sight to view both your parents from that angle. You see both sets of genitals; both assholes with the private parts doing private things up close and personal. There are no more physical secrets, nor an iota of modesty left at that point. Remember that that is how they see us when we are babies. But the innocence of the child is finally superseded by the interest of the youth in the opposite sex which ultimately is converted to the abiding desire of an experienced adult for sexual relations. Of course, this perspective came to me later on reflection, all that was going through my mind at the time was - 'Holy shit!! I'm really seeing my parents balling' and 'jeez! didn't I wish I could take a video!!'

Dad's strokes got faster and harder. Every once in a while it would draw out completely and have to poke about to find the hot haven of mom's honey pot. It managed this like an old pro, but the up side to me was those times I got to see straight into the nether mysteries of my mother's womb. It was dark in there. The labia were shiny coral flesh framing a deep grotto that concealed her depths of love within. That's where I came out of, and that's where I want to poke my own pussy-pleaser, too! I watched, fascinated, as the performance of procreation, the completion of copulation, the action of intercourse went on - as I tried to burn the image upon my brain, a permanent memory of that very moment that might never repeat itself, for all I knew.

Then the sirens went off; they were cumming. Mom's special climax wail of "Yeess! Now . . give it all to me now,! Ooooohhh!! Yyeeauhh! AaAawwh!! YESYesyes..ess!! - and - dad's "Oooohh . . .OoohOOHHoohh!! Babe!! Ggrruuhhh! NNNnnnn!!" alternately it rose and fell in pitch and volume with the dance of his balls as they supplied the jism being pumped into her. I was caught by surprise and had been so fascinated by the spectacle of their fucking that I had neglected to keep pace, and now, I just watch as they peaked and then eased on down the other side of the heights to the cozy afterglow of good sex. In fact, my dad rolled off mom after a couple of minutes and dropped off to sleep.

One good turn-on deserves another, and another, and . . .

"He does that quite regularly, doesn't he?" I remarked to mom, as I stretched out and lay next to her on the other side of the bed.

"He has been very inspired on this trip, I must say. It's not usual that we make love three nights in a row."

"No, I mean that he falls asleep so soon after having sex. Not much after-play for you, huh?"

"No," she said, a bit wistfully. "Not much for second helpings, either." Then she added, in a slightly defensive tone, "Well, when your father was younger he did have more energy and we had more time to fool-around. Lately, however, it seems that our lives are so busy it is sometimes a chore to screw."

She paused, a wistful look washed over her beautiful face, then she continued. "That's too bad because I like sex even better now than when I was younger, when we were first married. Too bad it's not acceptable for an older woman to marry a younger man.

Before I could suggest the obvious about her and me, she changed the subject, having had a sudden thought as she was looking at me.

"Did you cum tonight baby?" She asked, her tone both mothering and seductive at the same time.

I shook my head, and for added effect and to gain sympathy, stuck out my bottom lip and made a sad sack look.

"Then let mommy comfort her baby. Climb between my legs and I'll rock you to sleep."

Was this it? Were we going to commit incest at last? (Although all of what we had done to date fell somewhere within that definition surely!)

I scrambled to get my nude body between my naked mother's legs. My chest resting upon hers, and my penis a snake in the pubic thatch. As my weight settled on my elbows and knees and then closed the gap between our bodies, we kissed lightly and sweetly showing our affection and playfulness. Mother spread her thighs and made me right at home like I had cuddled there many times before. Perhaps I had, when I was younger, but not with licentious purposes and a love lance longing to pierce her womanhood as I now had. At this instant we were closer than ever to that consanguineous violation.

"I used to do this with my boyfriends in High School." mom explained quietly, "It always got them off, but there are rules. No going in, and no cumming on my pussy. You can't enter my vagina, and you have to squirt higher than my clit or on the sheet - not anywhere near my hole - Okay?"

I thought that not going in might be hard to resist, for both of us, as my boner was 'hard' and her cunt would have little 'resist'-ance since it had been opened by dad's dicking earlier. As for cumming in her, there was no way that I was not going to cum in mom if I got in her. I was primed and ready to fire my wad when it went wading in the swamp and me with no 'goulashes'! We had no rubber and we no had safety net of any other sort, a dangerous circus act, like putting your head in the lion's mouth. If I could get her to allow the head of my penis in her pussy, I thought my mom might suspend the rules for her student and let me take the plunge for the final exam, the ultimate examination and exploration of her body, her very self. I would play by the rules until she became tempted into serious action, then I expected a 'no holes barred' game of cum what may!

I began to move my cock up and down the slick grove that was formed by her labia and the cheeks of her bottom. I slithered across her clitoris at the top of the stroke and skittered past her anus at the other end. With each rock 'baby' took, the goal of her hole was in mind, and I sought to establish by feel where the soft spot that led inward was. The underside of my hard-on was greased like a proverbial pig as I sought to rut in my mother and pork her. Little by little, the gash was spread and the sinkhole of desire was exposed to the testing of my probe.

Meanwhile, I attempted to distract mom's mind with kisses on her lips and suckles to her nipples. A side effect of these maneuvers was to inspire a counter roll of mom's hips. The rock and roll of hips and hard-on, labia and haunches hunching was wonderful to the dorsal side of my dick. But this, in effect, thus provided a moving target for my heat-seeking love missile, so it was sometime before the angle and motion matched enough to allow the beginning of penetration.

"Careful!" mom warned with a gulp, "You're right there! Don't move! Stay still or you'll pop into mommy's 'gina. We dare not let that happen; it would be too close to 'doing it'!" I froze, as she commanded, but I withdrew from the field of my plowing not a millimeter. The moment stretched, and I thought I could detect an involuntary nibbling of mom's pussy lips on my penis tip. Then she lifted her hips just enough to dislodge the cunt/cock contact, and I went back to sawing away at her crotch.

I was more excited, by the thought that I had tasted the forbidden fruit of sex with my mother, than by the fact that she and I were connecting at a level of physical intimacy all but short of actual intercourse. At any other moment I would have cherished and love the fact that I was stripped bare and in the erotic clenches of my equally unclad mother. But I had one thing only on my . . . mind, and my brains were all in my dick-head tonight!

Soon enough our movements were getting rambunctious in our growing passion, and I began a gentle ramming down into the saucepot of her pudenda. Now, as I began to dip, she would pause to let me get just a little deeper than a moment ago. So it began a gradual progression of entry, stroke - stroke & slip/dip; . . stroke - slip & stroke / dip; . . . stroke - stroke & slipp/diipp! Then mom would put her hands on my waist and lift my hips up and away from the heavenly haven of her weeping pussy.

Once more the rhythm and inevitable returned, inching into dangerous depths, as my dick was delving into mom's divide. Finally, the glide of my glans which we had both been waiting for happened, and the tip slipped into the hot damp socket of flesh. I went rigid, and mom held perfectly still. We both wanted that moment to last, we both wanted more; again and deeper, repeatedly and as energetically as possible.

But mother had stated the ground rules for that evening and I was reluctant to go beyond those limits without her expressed permission. I could sense that she wanted to break her own code of conduct for this kind of encounter, however since she showed no sign of encouragement I knew she was having second thoughts about allowing this peril of penetration to proceed. But, mom had an old trick up her sleeve (or should I say panties?). She began to buck her hips up and dropping them down so that my prick, as I sought to maintain contact, plunged into her opening but never got any further than the original depth. Like the prow of a ship plunging through the choppy waves, dip - dip - dip was all it could do. But that was enough. I was primed by the graphic display of fucking my folks had put on and now I was all but screwing my mother for real.

My penis gave several sharp thrusts and managed to gain another inch of penetration.

Mom cried out, "Don't cum in me, remember! Don't cum in me, you promised!!

With a heave that must have been like what Adam felt when he was expelled from paradise, I pulled back my dick and dropped immediately to trap it between our two torsos. Both mom and I could feel the strong throbs it made on our lower abdomens as I squirted shot after shot of white cream on to her tummy. I was both elated at the nearly-getting-nooky which had just happened, and yet I was also disappointed mom had not been willing to go all the way with me tonight.

She must have known what I was thinking, as now she spoke tenderly. "I understand what you wanted to happen, just like the guys did in High School, you wanted to have me." she said with a tender tone.

"Well, they never did get beyond what we just did. I always got them off though, just as I did for you. I enjoyed it too, though I didn't always cum as well. But it kept me from having a baby back when there was a lot less birth control available. I'm sure that you don't want to hurt your father any more than I and, though I'm surprised that he has gone along with this much uninhibited display of our sex life already, he still doesn't know about our messing around when he falls asleep. I'm not sure that he would approve of it, so I don't want to take chances of things going too far, nor of him resenting our activities. We can't be disloyal to him he's your dad and my husband and we all love one another very much. Understand this is as far as we can go - for now. Didn't you have a good time?"

While I nodded yes, I said nothing but simply cuddled into mommy's arms and wept silently. She understood the longing and frustration of the situation and my feelings of love and desire for her, at the same time respecting her wishes and my father's rights. We stayed like that for quite some time before I got up telling my mother to stay there I would be right back. I crossed to the bathroom and ran some warm water on a washcloth, wrung it out and returned with the soothing swath to clean mom's tummy and pussy.

Then sitting next to her I held the rag in one hand while the other began to caress her labia and clit. The middle finger found the hole my penis had sought and entered boldly, withdrew and returned as two now. The thumb made circular motions over the hot button of flesh that was poking out of the wisps of pubic hair that hid nothing. With some light variation as minutes slowly passed, mom grew aroused again and made little movements that evidenced her ecstasy.

I whispered, "Cum for me, mom, cum for your son, I want to give you an orgasm too; you need at least two an night, don't you?" Mom whimpered and nodded it was true. I made my words match the manipulations of my fingers, "I'm going to make my mommy cum again, she is going to cum for her baby, a nice yummy cummy in her tummy.

Mom grew more frantic as her peak approached; I quickened the pace and added a third finger to her cunt.

Mega pulses pounded mom's frame as her body convulsed with the paroxysms of her orgasms. She lay there panting and helpless. I could have jumped her bones right then; no objection but an open welcome (well, cum!) and enthusiastic participation on her part. But I was not going to violate her trust in me, not when keeping faith mean each next day's encounter was sexier in ways yet to try! My patience was being rewarded. I knew we could not hold to the principles we thought were obsolete, since our lust tugged on every desire and drew us closer to the implosion of incest. Then I returned to my own bed after fingering mom and dad was none the wiser. Or so we thought.

Mr. Possum gives his permission, making family fantasies possible

Now I am sure you are ready to read in detail all about the next school we visited. How the campus had lots of trees, the town lots of bars and clubs, the curriculum lots of choices. No? You'd rather I got on with the action - Okay, I'll just say that by the time we pulled into the last motel before our final leg home there had been a lot of walking and many hours of driving. We grabbed the evenings grub at the golden arches chain and ate in the room with the idea to retire early. Dad was especially bushed. I was up for the regular session of sexual playtime being renewed by burgers and ever invigorated by youthful lust. Mom came out of the bathroom naked; both dad and I smiled at the sight of our beautiful woman, and at the signal to let the games begin!