LOVING FAMILY

I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Sam. I have a loving wife, Angela, who I would do anything for. Angela and I have a very loving relationship. When we got married, we planned to have a handful of children, but we were only able to ever have one: a beautiful daughter we named Marie. Maybe that's why we were all so close; without any other kids to need our attention, we focused on Marie.

Eighteen years later, and Marie had blossomed into a beautiful woman. Long auburn hair, lovely hourglass figure, and perfectly proportioned breasts. I noted these things as a father who was worried about all the crap boys would try to do to her, and as a reflection on how much she looked like her mother at that age.

Only having one kid hadn't really done much to Angela's figure. Sure, her hips were a bit wider, and her breasts were a little bigger, but they could be mistaken for sisters instead of mother and daughter.

On my way home from work one Friday, I got a call from my wife.

"Hey, babe. What's up?" I greeted her.

"Marie has something she needs to talk to you about when you get home."

"What is it?" I asked, worried.

"I promised to let her tell you. I've talked with her about it as much as I can, and I've encouraged her to talk with you directly," she said firmly. Her tone told me not to dig any further. "If your conversation with her goes the way I think it will, she will ask you to do something for her. I know what it is, and if you have any reservations, know that I think it's a good idea."

Now I was really confused. "Okay," I said, drawing the word out.

"Anyway, I'm heading out to give the two of you some privacy. Call me when you two are done."

"Will do. Love you, honey."

"Love you, too. Bye."

I was almost home at that point, so I didn't really have a lot of time to dwell on what my wife had said. Even if I had more time, I don't think I would have ever been able to prepare myself for what was coming.

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"Marie, I'm home!"

"Hey, daddy!"

I followed her voice into the living room, dropping my stuff in my home office on the way. She was curled up on a rocking chair, dressed in a tank top and shorts.

"Mom said you needed to talk to me?" I started.

"Yeah, but I'm not sure where to begin."

She was clearly nervous, so I took some time to get comfortable on the couch, hoping that the silence would help her figure out how to say what was on her mind.

"Just give it a go. Even if you don't have the right words now, maybe talking will help you find the right words," I encouraged when the silence didn't seem to help.

"Okay, here it goes." she mumbled to herself. To me she said, "Dad, I've got to say this in one go, and whatever you think, please let me get through this before you say anything. Deal?"

"Deal," I agreed.

"I want to make love to you," she blurted quickly.

I did a double take. She must have seen that I was about to blurt something in response, because she held up her hand.

"No interrupting," she reminded me. "Let me explain. I love you. I feel like it's the love of a daughter for her father, but I suppose that others would disagree, since I want you to be my lover. Whatever.

"Thinking back on how you've raised me, and seeing how you treat mom, you are my standard for guys. Unfortunately for me, you've set the bar pretty high and I can't seem to find any guy who measures up. That's only made me realize even more how amazing you are, and how lucky mom and I are to have you."

She paused and took a deep breath to calm her nerves. The motion of her chest drew my attention in an un-fatherly way. I really noticed, for the first time, how stunning a figure she had. I ran my eyes over her body and saw the straps of her blue bra peeking out from under her tank top. I could see up her shorts and caught a glimpse of her panties, which appeared to match what I had seen of her bra. I shook myself mentally, trying to break myself out of the trance.

Stop that, I told myself. She's your daughter, not some pretty girl for you to ogle. The pep talk work, and my eyes made their way back to her face.

I don't know if Marie noticed my momentary fascination with her body, but she continued.

"This has all led me to want to show you how much you mean to me. We're already a pretty close family, and the only thing I could think of to show you how much you mean to me is to let you take my virginity."

My eyes went wide. My beautiful, sexy (Not sexy! My mind told me) daughter was still a virgin. And she wanted me to take her cherry.

"I don't think I want to stop there," she continued. "I think I really want to be your lover, just like mom. I know there are risks, but I don't care. I love you more than I could ever imagine loving any other guy, and I crave being able to express that love intimately."

"Are you sure?" I asked, feeling aroused and scared by what she was proposing.

"Daddy, I'm eighteen," she emphasized. "I've fantasized about this since I was sixteen, and I've been seriously working toward this for the past several months. I've discussed at length it with mom off and on for the past two months. I'm sure."

To hell with it, I told the rebelling part of my mind. She's an adult and knows what she wants.

"I never imagined this is what you mother meant," I started slowly. "I can tell, you've thought about this, but I've never consciously considered what you're asking before. You've always been my little girl, and I would give you anything that is within my power. I do love you, as much as I love your mother. You may be right that a more physical relationship may be the only way to fully share our love with each other."

Damn, I was nervous. I guess that makes sense. After all, I had just committed to de-flowering my daughter. Part of me was still screaming that this was the wrong choice, but I worried that denying Marie know would only put a barrier between us. One that would take a long time to remove. Better to give her as much as she wanted now, and see where things went from there.

"I'm willing to do this for you, but we do it my way. We take it slow. And if you change your mind at any time, you must speak up and we will stop there. Deal?"

"Deal!" The nervousness in her eyes was swept away, and her expression was bursting with joy and excitement.

"Now come here and give me a kiss," I requested.

"Yes, daddy!" She exclaimed, bouncing out of the rocking chair and leaping onto the couch next to me.

I wrapped her in my arms and leaned down to kiss her. The first contact of our lips was soft and tentative. I pulled back to see if she was ok so far, but she just looked at me with love in her eyes.

Our next kiss was more passionate. We were trying to pour all of our love into that one contact.

Before long, my hands began wandering across her back, from the waistband of her shorts, to the bare skin of her shoulders. Eventually, my hands found their way under her tank top. I reveled in the feel of the smooth skin of her back. I ran my hands across the band of her bra, enjoying the reminder that this was a woman in my arms.

Marie leaned back for a moment and took off her tank top. I admired the blue bra holding her tits; appreciated the soft lace accents. She sat there for a moment, apparently enjoying the way I was looking at her. Then she grabbed at my shirt and helped me out of it. She admired my bare chest for a brief moment -- not nearly as long as I had admired her bra encased breasts, and then dove back in for more kisses.

I worked my fingers into her hair and gently guided her head to the side as I kissed and licked down her neck to her shoulder. She moaned softly, clearly enjoying the attention. I kissed further down, traveling back and forth across her shoulder, slowly making my way down the slope of her breast to the cup of her bra. She grabbed my head, holding me to her breast as I licked and nibbled around her bra.

Finally, I pulled away and, while lovingly looking into her eyes, place a hand on one of her breasts. She let out a soft, whimpering moan; holding my hand to her breast as I began to gently squeeze. We dove back together, kissing with unleashed desire as my little girl encouraged me to play with her tit.

I moved my hand from Marie's bosom, to her evident disappointment. But as my hand traveled down her body, that disappointment turned into anticipation. My hand slid around behind her, travelling lower as it went, until it dipped into her shorts, and I began massaging her firm, young ass through her panties.

I pulled my daughter into my lap so that I could get my other hand on her ass as well. Only this time, I slid my hand under panties, over the soft, smooth skin of her ass. I've always enjoyed the contrast of one hand running over my lover's panties while the other just played with her skin. Marie must have enjoyed it, too, because she started grinding against me and moaning into my mouth.

Before long, we stood to remove some more clothes. There we stood, Marie in her blue bra and panties, a growing wet spot between her legs, and me in my boxer briefs with a readily visible erection. We pulled each other close and kissed some more. Eventually, I pulled back and led Marie by the hand to the master bedroom.

"Are you sure that we should be doing this in yours and mom's bed?" she asked.

"Mom gave us her blessing. She won't mind if we use our bed."

I kissed her again, more gently than we had been doing, as I reached behind her to unclasp her bra. Once her bra was loosened, I lowered her to the bed and then helped her finish removing it. I just stood there for a minute, looking down at my daughter, enjoying the view of her breasts.

"Like what you see, daddy?"

"I love it, princess."

"Good. You're the only guy I've ever let see my breasts, let alone the rest of me. I was waiting for someone special."

"I'm honored," I said, as I leaned down toward her breasts.

As my lips made contact with the side of her breast, she let out a sound that expressed both pleasure and disappointment. As my kisses and licks circled her breast, growing closer to her areolas, the disappointment was replaced with anticipation. As I made contact with her large areolas, she hissed and arched her back, trying to get me to make contact with her nipple. I know the value of anticipation in foreplay though, and made my way to the other breast, where I repeated the slow inward spiral of licks and kisses. Finally, when she was whimpering in frustration, I licked softly across her nipple a few times before gently sucking it into my mouth. She arched her back again and moaned in a way that signaled she had cum.

"Fuck, I've only ever cum when playing with my pussy before. That was amazing, daddy!"

"Glad you liked your first boob-gasm," I replied. "I hope it's not the last one I give you."

"You better believe I want more of those," she retorted.

During our banter, I allowed one of my hands to drift across her stomach and over the panties she was still wearing. I caressed her mons through her panties, waiting for her to spread her legs before I tried to go further.

I didn't have to wait long. My caresses elicited moans of pleasure from my daughter. As I leaned in to kiss her, she spread her legs and I slid my hand down. I just cupped her panty-clad pussy for a minute reveling in the warmth emanating from her, enjoying the feel of the small damp spot on her panties that was slowly spreading. I loved knowing that my taboo touch was arousing Marie.

My inaction was noticed, and Marie started humping my hand. I took the hint and began to rub her through her panties. Sometimes I pressed firmly against her pussy, sometimes I teased along the edges of her panties. It all drove her wild.

When I thought she was close to cumming again, I slowly slid my hand back up her body, causing her to whimper with disappointment. I stopped once my hand was completely on her bare stomach. My hand then reversed course, this time sliding under her panties.

I was somewhat surprised to find that she didn't shave her pubic hair, but I loved it. The feel of my fingers sliding through her bush was intoxicating. I spent a moment just playing with her hair. Marie's whimpers turned to moans, and she slid her hand over her panties -- whether to encourage me to keep playing or to reassure herself that my hand really was in her panties, I don't know.

"Not yet," I whispered in her ear as she went to take her last article of clothing off. "I like playing in your panties." That elicited another moan from her.

Marie's humps began to get more intense, and she was clearly trying to get me to touch her pussy.

"Please, daddy," she begged.

"Please what?"

"Play with my pussy, daddy!"

I waited a second and then slid my hand further, cupping her furry cunt. She was dripping wet. My fingers slid smoothly over her sex. I tried to touch every part of her most intimate place, to memorize the feel of her. Finally, I slid a finger inside her waiting pussy. Maria gasped, her humping stopped for a moment, then began again with increased intensity.

"Another!" she gasped. "Put another finger in me!"

I obliged her and slipped a second finger in. Then, when it was clear she wanted more, I gave her a third finger. Almost immediately, Marie screamed with her orgasm. Her back arched and her pussy spasmed around my fingers. As she came down, I gently slid my fingers out of her and just held her pussy. I could feel the cooling moisture that soaked her panties against the back of my hand.

After she had recovered somewhat, I asked her to take off her panties. She responded quickly, while I slid down her body. I licked the juices from her upper thighs, working my way up so that I could clean her cunt. After that, I couldn't help but start eating her.

"Wait," she said, pushing me away. "I love what you're doing, but I want to make you cum, too."

"Ok," I answered. "What do you want me to do?"

"Take off your pants," she demanded.

I stood next to the bed and slowly undid my pants. Once they were unfastened, I held them up for a moment before letting them fall to my ankles. My hard cock was clearly visible through the fabric of my navy-blue boxer briefs.

She stared for a little while before commanding, "Now, lay down."

I wasn't sure were her new dominant side came from, but I was having fun. I climbed back in the bed and stretched out for her.

She took some time to just kiss me, pressing her lithe, naked body against me. She straddled my thigh and started humping my leg, leaving a trail of her juices.

Eventually, her hand worked down and found my erection through my boxers. She didn't grab it right away, preferring to just rub it with her open hand. I'm not sure when, but at some point, she slid her hand into the fly of my boxer briefs. I didn't fully register the change until she pulled my cock out fully.

She stopped kissing me and moved down. At first, I thought she was going to start sucking me off, but she just watched as stroked my uncut dick and played with my foreskin.

"I've never seen a real cock in person," she blurted. "Do you mind if I just kind of explore?"

"Absolutely," I answered. "Your mom did the same thing the first time she saw my cock. She'd never seen one that wasn't circumcised."

Marie spent the next few minutes playing and satisfying her curiosity. She pulled back my foreskin as far she could, before pulling it up to cover the head of my cock -- at least, to cover it as much as possible while it was this hard.

Suddenly, she leaned in and kissed the tip of my cock. The touch of her lips sent a shock through me, and I shivered with pleasure. She pulled my foreskin up and kissed my dick again. My body shock with more shivers. Slowly, she got bolder with her oral exploration; licking the length of my shaft, nibbling gently on my foreskin, pulling my foreskin over her tongue while she gently sucked on the head of my member.

At last she finished her exploration and started sucking my dick into her mouth. I enjoyed the velvety feel of her tongue. She bobbed slowly up and down, taking only a couple inches at first. Suddenly, she bobbed down further, talking almost all of my cock in, and I felt the back of her throat. She backed off one more time, and then slammed down, burying my cock in her throat. She stayed there for a minute, and I felt her throat and tongue convulse around me as her body tried to swallow my cock. Finally, she pulled back.

"You're bigger than the dildo I practiced with, but I'm glad I was still able to get you all the way in," she said, panting for air.

"Baby, that was awesome."

"I'm not done with you, yet, daddy," she promised. She dove back down and started sucking my cock with abandon.

It wasn't the best blowjob I'd ever had, but her enthusiasm and the fact that I was being blown by my daughter more than made up the difference.

"I'm about to cum!" I warned a minute later.

She just kept going at it, and finally I came, pumping shot after shot of cum into my daughter's mouth. When my orgasm ended, she licked and kissed my softening penis clean, and then crawled up my body.

She opened her mouth and showed me there was a little bit of cum left on her tongue. I don't know what came over me, but I grabbed her head and quickly pulled her in for a kiss. I wasted no time before sliding my tongue into her mouth and tasting my cum there. I'd never done something like that before, but in that moment, it seemed the right thing to do.

"That was hot!" Marie said after our kiss ended. "Do you do that to mom?"

"Nope. I've never done that before."

"Will you do it with me again sometime?"

"I think so. I'm not fond of the taste, but doing that was so damn hot."

"I love the taste of your cum," she disagreed. "To me, it tastes like ambrosia. A gift from the gods."

The exchange had breathed new life into my cock, which was hard once again.

"I see somebody's ready for more," Marie teased. "Let's finish getting you naked."

I didn't resist as she slid my boxer briefs off of me. Then she lay back and pulled me onto her. We kissed for a minute, enjoying the feel of our naked flesh pressing together. I grabbed a condom from my nightstand drawer, but Marie stopped me from opening it.

"You are not putting anything between us," she declared. "I want to feel your bare cock filling my pussy. I want to feel you shoot your cum deep inside me."

"Baby, we can't risk getting you pregnant."

"Mom got me on the pill a few months ago, when I first started talking to her about wanting to have sex with you."

That surprised me. My wife and daughter had been planning this behind my back for months. My desire quickly overcame my surprise and I threw the condom as I went back to kissing my little girl. Then, I reached between us and aimed my rock-hard dick at my daughter's waiting pussy.

"Do it, daddy! Put your big dick in me!"

I couldn't say no to that, so I slowly pressed forward. I stopped when I encountered resistance.

"Last chance to stop," I said.

But she wasn't having any of that. She grabbed my ass and pulled until I pushed hard enough to fully claim her virginity. She gave a quiet little yelp of pain as her hymen tore, but it was quickly followed by a sigh of satisfaction. Almost immediately after I finished pushing my cock into her, I felt her pussy clench repeatedly around me.

"Fuck!" she screamed, overwhelmed by another orgasm.

As she came back down from her mountain of pleasure, I started sliding in and out of her. I had reached the point of no return, and I was determined to dump my cum in my daughter's cunt. Despite the blowjob a few minutes ago, it wasn't long before I unloaded spurt after spurt of thick, white cum deep inside her.I caught myself before collapsing onto her, worried she might not be able to take my weight. Instead, I pulled her with me as I rolled onto my back. Despite having just cum, I was still hard enough to stay in her as we rolled.

"I don't know dad," she teasingly started. "That wasn't so much making love as it was fucking. I asked for you to make love to me."

"Give me a minute to catch my breath, and we can try again," I retorted.

"I can't wait," she said, as she started rocking against me.

We took our time, now, simply enjoying the way our two bodies joined together; expressing our love for each other in the most intimate way we could. Eventually, we both came again, and I held her as my penis softened and slid from her vagina.

"Time to clean up," Marie said as she slid down my body. She took my still soft member into her mouth, licking and sucking it clean. When she finished, I crawled between her legs and licked my cum out of her. I drove my tongue deep inside her, pulling out as much as I could.

In the interests of staying on task, we each climbed into separate showers and got dressed. I was about to call Angela when Marie stopped me.

"Before you call mom," she started, "I want to ask your permission to have sex with her."

"Absolutely, baby. I wouldn't dare prevent you from sharing this with your mother."

"Thanks, daddy. Now, please don't tell her. I want to tell her, like I did with you."

"Do you want me to leave so you can have some time alone with her?"

"No, daddy. We might have need of you later. Just give us some space until we ask for you," she said with a wink.

"Sounds interesting," I replied.

"Oh, and daddy?" she called as I started to walk away. "Don't you dare think that was a one-time thing. I expect to make love to you regularly. Got it?"

"As you wish, baby girl."

At that, Marie started making dinner, and I went and called Angela.

"So, how'd it go?" she asked

"Pretty good. Even with your warning, I was a little caught off guard. But Marie was right. I think, with as much as we care about each other, a little sex could be beneficial."

"I'm glad you two enjoyed yourselves. Do you think this is a one-time thing, or should I prepare to share you with our daughter?"

"As long as you're ok with it. I think we would both like this to be part of a new normal."

"It's absolutely fine with me, dear," she purred. "Now, tell me, is there anything that I need to be prepared for when I get home?"

"Such as?"

"Does Marie have a similar desire for me?" Angela pointedly asked.

"You'll need to talk to her to find that out," I evaded. Not wanting to risk spilling anything, I made some excuse and hung up the phone.

I got dressed and headed to the kitchen, setting out the dishes for dinner while Marie cooked and we waited for Angela to come home. I hoped that my wife would have as much fun with our daughter as I did.

I had just spent the past few hours shopping while my daughter seduced my husband -- with my knowledge and consent.

To be honest, I was turned on by the idea of Sam and Marie having sex. The knowledge that he was taking her virginity just intensified things. If only I could be there, watching, holding Marie's hand as she was penetrated for the first time. But she had been adamant; she wanted this to be a special memory for the two of them.

Maybe part of my desire to watch was fueled by another desire -- to make love to my daughter. But, to my disappointment, Marie had shown no interest in me. I'd spent the past few months helping her plan this evening. Telling her how beautiful I thought it was that she wanted to express her love to her dad this way. Explaining to her what to expect. Getting her on the pill so they wouldn't need condoms. And through it all, I hadn't seen any hint of Marie wanting me in the same way. I loved that she wanted her father in this way, I just wanted her to want me in the same way.

That's probably why I went to the adult store and bought some toys: a strap-on and a double ended dildo. It had been years since I'd been with another woman, and I'd long since thrown out my toys from those days. I'd also bought myself a new set of sexy lingerie, which I wore out of the store. As I was getting into the car, Sam called.

"So, how'd it go?" I asked, hoping that my jealousy wasn't leaking through.

"Pretty good," he responded. "Even with your warning, I was a little caught off guard. But Marie was right. I think, with as much as we care about each other, a little sex could be beneficial."

That pang of jealousy struck again. If only I could get in Marie's panties, too.

"I'm glad you two enjoyed yourselves. Do you think this is a one-time thing," I asked, "or should I prepare to share you with our daughter?" I desperately hoped that it wasn't a one-time thing, and that I might, at some point, get to see them together.

"As long as you're ok with it," Sam answered. "I think we would both like this to be part of a new normal."

All three of us, you mean, I silently corrected. Out loud I said, "It's absolutely fine with me, dear. Now, tell me, is there anything that I need to be prepared for when I get home?" I panicked, because my desire definitely came out with that.

"Such as?" Sam sounded evasive, but I decided to just cut straight to the point.

"Does Marie have a similar desire for me?"

"You'll need to ask her to find that out." That sounded evasive. Marie had probably asked his permission and sworn him to silence, like she'd done when she asked me if she could have sex with her father. That thought caused my pussy to get wet yet again.

Sam made a quick excuse about needing to help Marie with dinner, and we hung up. After that, it was the longest drive home ever. It's funny how anticipation can slow time down like that.

When I got home, I slipped into the master suite and took a few minutes to wash my new toys, then put them in a drawer that had plenty of other toys. I wasn't sure if Marie wanted me, but I had learned that I wanted her.

After taking care of my toys, I headed to the dining room. Marie was just putting dinner on the table, so we sat down and ate. Sam was trying to show us equal attention, but with the change in their relationship being so new, he was giving a lot of attention to Marie. I didn't mind. I was hoping to have my turn soon.

After dinner, Sam said he would take care of the dishes and shooed the two of us away. Once we sat down in the living room, I started trying to get information out of Marie.

"Was it everything you wanted?"

"It was perfect," she sighed. "You are lucky to have landed dad. He's an amazing lover."

"Damn right," I laughed. "Did you get enough, or do you want to make this a regular thing?"

"I don't think it would be possible for me to get enough of dad," she said, her cheeks bright with a blush. "I just hope that he hasn't had enough of me."

That brought a laugh from me. "I know your dad well enough to know that there's no going back for him. If you had been satisfied with tonight, he would have accepted it. But for him, this will just be part of your relationship now."

"Are you ok with me having sex with dad regularly?" she asked tentatively.

"Absolutely, sweetheart." I paused for a moment, searching for the right words. "You two are my whole world, and I want you both to be happy. If that means breaking a few societal norms, so be it. Just remember that this will only work as long as we're all being completely open and honest."

"Well," she said, biting her lip nervously, "In the interest of being open and honest, I should probably mention that dad's not the only one I want to have sex with regularly."

"Oh, really?" I said, trying to hide my eagerness. "Who else are you interested in?"

"My mommy," she said as she reached for my face.

Two simple words, but so much meaning. We'd talked and prepared for months before she was ready to ask her father for sex. I knew what this must mean to her, and I had been hoping for it all evening. I'm sure that my excitement was evident on my face, but the butterflies in my stomach froze me in place.

Fuck! I thought. Why am I so nervous?

Fortunately for me, Marie was already taking the lead. With the hand that had been reaching for my face, she cupped my cheek and pulled me toward her as she leaned in to kiss me.

The kiss was electric; it instantly stilled the butterflies in my stomach. I took charge, placing a hand on the small of her back, and the other on the back of her head, pulling her closer to me. As I did, she melted into my arms.

We kissed for a while, alternating between long, soft kisses, and hungry, lip-nibbling ones. Eventually, she licked my lip, and my mouth opened to let her in. Our tongues caressed each other. As she began to pull her tongue away, I closed my lips around it and sucked, eliciting a moan from her. Her arms slipped around my neck, giving me no room to pull away.

"Let's go to bed," I whispered between kisses. "I might have some surprises for you."

"What kind of surprises?" Marie asked.

"Sexy surprises," I teased, not wanting to give anything away.

She jumped up, squealing. After helping me up, she grabbed my hands and led me to the master bedroom.

As we entered the bedroom, I noticed the telltale smell of sex. Sam must have taken our daughter's virginity here, in the bed that we shared. That thought cranked up my arousal; I could feel the increased heat in my pussy.

Marie backed onto the bed, shuffling back on her knees as she pulled me in for another kiss.

"So," she said, speaking between kisses, "Where are my surprises?"

Pushing her back on the bed, I whispered, "Stay here and watch for your first one."

I intended to slowly and seductively strip down and display my new lingerie, but I was so horny for my daughter that my strip tease quickly devolved into just ripping clothes off as quickly as possible. Soon I stood there with a strange sense of confidence and nervousness, showing off my new bra, panties, garter belt, and stockings. The stockings were a transparent black with wide lace tops. The bra, panties, and garter belt were a deep red that matched the 3-inch heels I'd kept on. They were mostly lace, showing off my neatly trimmed bush and basically all of my breasts, but there was more substantial material that hid my pussy. As I did a slow spin for her, she let out a soft moan when she saw that the panties were a tanga style, showing off more of my ass than they hid.

"Does my little girl like what mommy's wearing?" I asked playfully. "I got it just for you."

"Oh, mommy, it's beautiful! It looks so sexy on you!" She was clearly excited, as her eyes kept wandering over my body.

I stepped in close, pushing her onto her back as I climbed up to straddle her. We kissed for what seemed an eternity while her hands roamed my body. I thrilled at the touch of her hands on my bare skin, trembled as she caressed my ass along the edges of my panties. I moaned into her mouth when her hands cupped my tits.

Eventually, Marie kissed down my neck, licking and nibbling her way to my collar bone. She followed my shoulder out until her lips met my bra strap. Following my strap, she kissed her way down to my breast as she followed the edge of my bra. Then she grabbed me tight and rolled us over, so that she was on top. I couldn't help but place my hand on the back of her head as she continued to tease my breasts.

As my baby girl continued enjoying my bra-encased tits, I started trying to pull her shirt up. She understood what I wanted and sat up to pull it off. Her breasts looked gorgeous in a simple t-shirt bra with a printed floral pattern. I didn't mind the simple bra a bit -- it was sexy in the way it conveyed a sense of spontaneity -- but I made a quick mental note to help her get some sexier items for her collection. After just sitting there straddling me for a moment, she reached for my breasts and started playing with them.

Hit with a sudden urge to taste her lips again, I sat up. She met me with a loving kiss as she let her hands slide around to my back. With a little fumbling, she undid the hooks on my bra.

"It's harder than I thought it would be to undo another woman's bra," she whispered.

"You'll get better with practice," I assured her as I undid her bra with one hand, causing her to squeak with surprise.

Marie shrugged off her bra, and we admired each other's bare tits for a moment. Suddenly, she shoved me back down and wrapped her mouth around one of my nipples. I sighed, thrilled both by her suckling and by the feel of her bare breasts pressed against my stomach.

"Do you like mommy's tits?" I asked.

"Mm-hmm," Marie moaned around a mouthful of my breast.

She began to alternate between my breasts. After a minute, I felt her shift her weight as she made sure our legs were intertwined, giving us each a leg to grind against. My pussy was loving it, but I needed more of her, so I pulled her from my tits and threw her on her back. While she was still figuring out what was going on, I grabbed her shorts and yanked them down her legs.

The first thing I noticed was her lovely, hairy cunt. It briefly flashed through my mind that either she hadn't put on any panties after fucking her dad, or I had accidentally removed them with her shorts. Either way, I didn't care.

I slowly kissed my way up her legs, not bothering to push them further apart. She whimpered as I passed her groin and made my way to her waist, but I wasn't going to give her what she wanted just yet. I lavished attention on her breasts. I started by licking and sucking the underside of her left tit. Gradually, I widened the area I was covering until my attentions were encircling her entire breast. As she tried to push me to her nipples, I gradually shrunk the circle I was making, until I was almost brushing her nipple. When I finally pulled her nipple into my mouth, she moaned through an orgasm.

"You and dad give amazing boob-gasms," she told me after she regained her breath.

"I hope that's not the only way I can make you cum tonight," I replied with a grin.

Before she could respond, I started making my way down her naked body, enjoying once again the hair above her pussy. I got lost for a while liking and nibbling my way through her bush. Eventually, to Marie's delight, I made my way between her legs.

I let my eyes drift closed as I got the first taste of her pussy. My tongue traveled up one side and down the other, lapping up the juices that had leaked out while I ravished her breasts. When that was gone, I repositioned and dragged my tongue from just behind her vagina, all the way to her clit, making sure to reach between her lips and pull out more of her delicious nectar. Back and forth my tongue went, dipping deeper each time it reached her vagina. Then, on one pass, I stopped moving back and forth and just started tongue fucking her.

With one hand, my little girl reached down and grabbed my head, pulling my face tight against her cunt, making sure I had nowhere to go. When I noticed her bucking hips picking up pace, I moved to licking and sucking her clit, while I slipped a couple fingers into her. It didn't take much of that before she was cumming again; strong contractions clamping down rhythmically on my fingers as she pulled my face even tighter against her.

Finally, Marie's orgasm ended and she let me go. I crawled up and cuddled her, waiting for her to recover enough for us to continue.

"Fuck, mom," she panted, "I wanted to pleasure you, but you haven't given me a chance."

"Oh, I'm getting pleasure out of this," I smirked. "It's a lot of fun making you cum."

"Well, now it's my turn!" And with that, she rolled me onto my back and began to work me over.

She started by going back to my breasts, trying very hard to copy what I had down to her. It wasn't the best attention my tits had ever received, but the forbidden nature of having my daughter giving sexual attention to my tits, as well as her youthful enthusiasm, more than made up for her inexperience. What ended up sending me over the edge is when she bit down on one nipple while twisting the other. The sudden pain caused me to yelp in pain, but the pleasure I got from the stimulation turned the yelp into a screaming orgasm.

"Next time, work up to the rougher stuff," I admonished her once I regained my senses.

"Sorry, mommy," she said in a small voice that almost always got her what she wanted. Then, more mischievously, "But I did get you to cum."

"That you did," I readily agreed.

Marie started making her way down my body, clearly intent on tasting my hairy cunt. As much as I wanted to feel her mouth on me, I knew that I only had so much stamina in me.

"Wait," I said, "It's time for another surprise. Now, lay back and close your eyes."

She did as I instructed, asking, "Where are you going?" when she felt my weight leave the bed.

"Not far," I responded as I reached into my toy drawer. I debated whether to use the double-ended dildo or the strap on. Finally, I grabbed the dildo and took it to the bed.

Placing the toy in her hands, I told Marie to open her eyes.

"Damn, mom" she blurted, "I didn't know you had something like this. Does dad know?"

"I doubt it. I just got this tonight." I shrugged. "But he does know that I used to have toys like this. I haven't actually been with another woman since we met, so I got rid of my old toys years ago."

"Dad knows you used to have sex with women?" It was clearly a rhetorical question. "That's kind of hot."

"Now," I said sternly, "Get on your hands and knees. I'm going to work this into you, then get on it myself."

She quickly spun around, presenting her sweet pussy to me. Unable to resist, I dragged my tongue along her slit and kept going across her rosebud.

"Oooh," she moaned as I briefly rimmed her. "Do it again."

"Not tonight, baby. We'll get into that more later."

I started by teasingly rubbing one end of the dildo along my little girl's slit. Every time she pushed back to try and get it in her, I pulled it away and resumed my teasing. When I finally slid it into her pussy, she moaned in a mixture of relief and pleasure. I slid it in and out of her cunt a few times, before turning around on my hands and knees and backing onto my end.

As our asses made contact, Marie pressed firmly against me. I pushed back, too, trying both to get as much of the dildo in me as possible, but also to maximize my contact with her. After a few moments, we started bouncing together, clumsily at first, but eventually finding a rhythm that worked.

Gradually, our pace picked up, the sound of our bodies smacking together growing louder. I could tell by the sounds she was making that I was closer to coming than Marie was, so I did my best to hold back the flood. After what felt like forever, I couldn't hold back any longer, and I screamed with the intensity of my orgasm. Shortly after my screaming started, Marie started screaming, too, apparently pushed over the edge by knowing that I was cumming.

Eventually, we collapsed, our shuddering bodies falling in opposite directions. The strain caused our toy to faintly, but audibly, pop out of our pussies, causing us both to giggle. At that point Sam poked his head in.

"I heard screaming," he said, clearly enjoying the view. "You two okay?"

I suspected he was just making an excuse to see us together. After all, he'd heard my scream in pleasure many times throughout our marriage.

"We're fine," I answered. "I think we just got a little carried away with our orgasms."

"Sounded like it," he said as he gave me a knowing wink. He stood there in the door a moment longer then disappeared down the hall again.

After he was gone, Marie crawled around and cuddled up to me, gently holding onto one of my breasts.

"This has been a perfect evening," she stated. "Having sex with you and daddy has been amazing. Daddy and I already plan to keep this going, and I hope you want to, too."

"I would love to have sex with you any time, baby," I answered. "But what makes you think we're done for tonight?"

She propped herself up on an elbow and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I've still got one more surprise for you."

"Fuck, mom, I don't know if I can take any more."

"Trust me. You'll love this."

Slowly, and uncertainly, she slowly lay back as I walked over to my dresser again. I'm sure she was watching my naked ass sway as I strolled across the room wearing only my heels.

"Close your eyes," I prompted as I opened the toy drawer.

Once I was sure she had obeyed, I pulled out the strap-on. I slid it up my legs, making sure that the dildo mounted on the inside was properly seated in my dripping cunt, and then tightened the straps down. Once everything was secure, I walked back across the room, stopping a few feet from the bed.

"Open your eyes," I commanded.

Marie complied, and took in the sight of me, hands on my hips, naked aside from a strap-on cock and a pair of deep red high heels. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head.

"That looks fun!" she said suggestively. "Do I get to ride your cock?"

"Have you been a good girl?"

"Not really. I seduced my mommy and daddy," she said in mock contrition.

"Then you don't get to ride it." I paused teasingly. "But you can get fucked by it. Get on your hands and knees."

"Oh yes," she moaned as she obeyed. "Please, mommy, fuck my naughty pussy."

I was a little out of practice, so I struggled a bit as I got on the bed behind her and lined up my plastic dick. After a few false starts, I slid the whole thing into her in a single thrust.

"Ah!" Marie yelped in a mixture of pleasure and surprise.

"How does it feel to have mommy fuck your young cunt?"

Before she could reply, I started sliding my toy cock in and out of her, the motion also causing the internal dildo to move in my pussy.

"Oh, your cock feels almost as good as daddy's," she mumbled between moans of pleasure.

"How about now?" I asked, as I reached down and pushed a button on the strap-on. With that simple push, vibrations started emanating from both cocks -- the one in me, and the one in my daughter.

My lovely girl screamed in pleasure yet again as she came almost immediately, surprised by the unexpected sensation. I was ready for it though, and I kept pumping her pussy, trying to get my own orgasm. Finally, a fresh orgasm washed over me, and I collapsed next to Marie, my plastic cock sliding out of her.

After recovering from her latest orgasm, Marie noticed that I was still enthralled in my own, prodded on by the continuing vibrations of the strap-on. She fumbled around a bit, but eventually found the button that controlled the vibrations.

While I recovered, she climbed on top of me and started riding my pseudo-cock like a cowgirl. I was worn out, so it was fortunate that her movements didn't really provide me much stimulation.

When I finished recovering, I reached up and grabbed her breasts. She held my hands there for a moment, then pulled them away as she lay down on me.

"I love you mom," she mumbled.

"I love you, too," I responded. "Do you want your dad to join us tonight?"

"I don't know, I'm pretty beat."

"So am I. But I meant to actually sleep in here with us. Then maybe we can have some fun with him in the morning."

That caused her to perk up a little. "Yeah, let's call him in."

"Just a moment. Help me get this off." I emphasized the last part with a slight upward thrust of my hips, reminding Marie that the strap-on was still in her pussy.

She climbed off, rather reluctantly, and helped me loosen the straps. As the setup slid down my legs, Marie saw the dildo that had been in my pussy.

"Wow, you had that buried in you while you were fucking me?" She asked. "I can't wait to try it."

"You will," I promised as I picked up both the strap-on and the double-ended dildo and took them to the sink. I'd wash them later.

"Sam!" I yelled as Marie and I climbed back in bed. "Come here!"

He was quickly in the doorway. Almost too quickly. Still, I couldn't hold it against him if he'd been listening to us.

"We want a man to curl up to while we sleep," said Marie.

"I could be that man," he teased, as he turned out the lights and walked over to the bed.

"What do you think you're doing?" I demanded when he tried to climb in behind Marie.

Confused, he said, "I thought you wanted me to climb in with the two of you."

"We do, but not dressed like that. Strip it all off and then you can get between us."

He eagerly complied. In the faint light streaming through the window, I saw his erection spring from his shorts as he yanked them down.

"And don't get any ideas," Marie warned. "We're both too worn out for more sex tonight."

If he was at all disappointed, I couldn't see it. Marie and I made room for him between us as he climbed into what was now the family bed. As we rolled back into him, our hands collided as we each grabbed for his cock. Giggling, we interlaced our fingers as we held his dick.

Soon, I felt Marie's hand slacken and her breathing lighten as she fell asleep. Absolutely content, and thrilled by the changes in our family relationships, I soon slipped into my own slumber.woke slowly as morning light filled my room. I had just had the hottest dream about giving my virginity to my dad, and then having my mom ravage me with a strap-on. I wanted to believe it had actually happened, but Mom and I were still working on the details of getting Dad to accept, and act on, my desires.

The sun streaming through the window as I lay there should have been my first clue that something was different. I suppose it's understandable since I was still half asleep. The sun was directly in my eyes, so I rolled over escape.

There, in front of me, was Dad.

I sat up a bit and looked around. This wasn't my room. This was my parents' room. And there, on the other side of Dad, was Mom. The sheet was only pulled up to her waist and her breasts were bare.

Suddenly, Mom shifted, raising up onto her elbow. I tore my gaze away from her breasts to see she was smiling at me.

Suddenly, the reality of the situation forced itself into my sleep fogged mind. It wasn't a dream! I celebrated in my mind. I actually fucked Mom and Dad!

Mom pulled back the sheet, revealing Dad's naked cock, still soft as he slept.

"Why don't you suck on him until he wakes up?" she suggested.

I lay my head on his lower stomach and slipped his penis into my mouth; with a hand, I began to massage his balls.

As Dad's cock hardened, I heard my mom move, coming into view as she positioned herself between his legs. Once she got settled, she began licking and sucking Dad's balls. Feeling that my hand was in the way, I began caressing her head, gently pulling her against Dad.

We continued like that for a few more minutes, until I felt hot cum spray out of his cock. I kept as much of it in my mouth as I could, swallowing a little to keep it from running down my chin. I let my father's dick slip from my mouth, then shifted to kiss my mother, sharing his cum with her.

"That is a damn good way to wake up," my dad said.

Mom and I continued to make out, our tongues caressing each other. I was massaging her breasts when she climbed over Dad, helping me to lay down. When I was lying flat, her hand slipped down to my pussy and played with my pubes; gently combing, pulling, and petting. I spread my legs, inviting her further. She quickly accepted the offer, sliding her hand across my wet pussy and driving a finger into my aching vagina.

I was so lost in what Mom and I were doing, it was a surprise when I felt Dad slip his head between us so he could suck on my tit. Mom pulled away from our kisses, giving her full attention to playing with my pussy. Their combined ministrations quickly led me to my first, small orgasm of the day.

As my orgasm faded, I felt Dad making his way down my body; kissing, licking, and nibbling across my stomach. Mom slid her hand from my pussy, giving him access.

As Dad licked my cunt, Mom climbed off the bed and, grabbing the strap-on from the floor, headed to the bathroom. I heard the sink running and then some shuffling sounds before Mom returned, holding the strap-on.

"Do you still want a turn using this?" Mom asked.

"Uh-huh," was all I could muster with Dad licking my pussy.

"Let her up, Sam."

Dad got up, but not before giving my pussy a few parting licks. After he had backed away, I stood and Mom held the strap-on harness out for me.

"Step on in, baby," she encouraged.

I obeyed, and she slid it up my legs. When it was almost all the way up, she grabbed the dildo on the inside and lined it up with my pussy, making sure it slid right in as the harness was settled over my hips. Once it was in place, Mom snugged the straps.

It was interesting the way the big dildo on the harness rested on my pubic bone. As Mom began playing with it, her motions caused slight shifts in the harness, which in turn caused the dildo in me to shift slightly.

"How do you want to use this?" she asked me.

Uncertain, I responded, "What do you mean?"

"Well, you can just fuck my pussy or ass; if you work with Dad, you two could spit roast or double penetrate me —"

"Spit roast?" I interrupted.

"A cock in my mouth, and one in my pussy -- or maybe my ass," she answered, still stroking my psuedo-penis. "Or, if you're up for it, you could try fucking your father in the ass."

"I think I'll start with your pussy, and see how things go. Can we do doggy style?"

"Mmmm," purred Mom. "Sounds fun."

Giving a final tug on the plastic cock, Mom climbed on the bed, getting on her hands and knees. I climbed up behind her, but I was having trouble getting things lined up.

"Let me help," said Dad.

He climbed up next to me, guiding the dildo into Mom's pussy while he pushed on my ass. Then, once I had pushed in as far as I could, he got behind me, his erection pressed against my ass.

"Follow my movements," he coached.

I tried to keep my ass snug against him as he began a thrusting motion. After some false starts, I started getting into the rhythm. When he realized I had Mom well taken care of, Dad pulled away and stepped back to watch.

"I bet Mom would like to suck your cock," I suggested.

"Fuck, yes," she agreed. "Feed me your cock, Sam."

I'm sure I wasn't very good, but Mom was loving being fucked by her daughter. Before long, she came, moaning around Dad's cock. As her orgasm subsided, it was clear she couldn't hold herself up any longer, so Dad and I slowly backed away, giving her room to collapse.

While Mom recovered, Dad came over and returned to sucking my tits. It felt good, but I wanted to enjoy using the strap-on some more.

"Can I fuck your ass, Dad?"

"We can try," he answered. "I've never had more than a couple of your mother's fingers, or a small plug up my ass. I'm not sure if I can take this dildo. Just take it slow and warm my ass up with your fingers."

With that, he reached over to his nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube, which he handed to me. Then, like Mom had done, he got down on all fours. I lubed up my fingers and dripped a little extra on his ass, then started trying to push a finger in.

"Hold on," he cautioned. "I'm not quite ready for that. Try just massaging my asshole, first"

I did as Dad instructed, using my well lubed fingers to rub his back door. My fingers moved in lines and circles, sometimes firm sometimes gentle.

"Ok," he said, "now slowly try working one finger in. If you feel resistance, pause for a moment, pull back a little, and try again."

It was slow going, but following his instructions, I was able to get my finger buried completely in his ass. As I moved my finger in his ass, I felt his muscles start to relax.

"Try another," he moaned.

I pulled my finger mostly out of him, then used the same technique to work two fingers in my Dad's ass. This time, I started getting ready for a third finger before he asked. As he began to relax even more, I added more lube, having previously heard that you could never have too much lube.

Finally, I lubed up the dildo on my harness and pressed the tip against my father's asshole. He pushed back against me, and before I knew it, his ass had swallowed the whole thing.

As I slowly thrust in and out of Dad's ass, Mom shifted over so her ass was right in front of his face. Without hesitation, he began licking and kissing her asshole; each of my thrusts pushing his face firmly into her ass.

On a whim, I reached down and pushed the button that started the vibrator. Dad moaned noisily into Mom's ass and I whimpered my own pleasure as the vibrations moved through both of us. After a minute, Dad pulled back from Mom's ass.

"Too much," he panted. "Turn it off."

Lost in an orgasm, I wasn't able to follow his instructions, so Mom crawled around and turned off the vibrator. When I came to my senses again, I realized that I still had my fake cock buried in Dad. I slowly backed away, and as he collapsed in exhaustion, I noticed the streaks his cum had left on the bed. Feeling tired myself, I collapsed next to my well-fucked dad.

While Dad and I lay there, Mom gently removed the strap-on from me and took it to the bathroom. When she came back, she wore the freshly washed psuedo-cock.

Mom coaxed me onto my stomach, then onto my knees. I heard the snap of the lube being opened, then felt it drip cool onto my ass. As the lube warmed against my skin, Mom began massaging my anus. Before long, she had one, then two fingers softly gliding in and out of my ass.

Suddenly, she pulled her fingers from my ass. There was the sound of the lube opening and closing again, and the hard end of the strap-on was pushing at my back door. I began pushing back, and the dildo slipped in a short way. I rocked forward, letting it slip from my ass a little, and pushed back again, taking a little more of the unforgiving toy into my ass. Eventually, my ass made contact with Mom's stomach as my ass swallowed all of the strap-on cock.

As I sat there, enjoying the feeling of fullness in my ass, I saw my dad stroking his hardening cock as his wife fucked his daughter's ass.

"Fuck my pussy, Daddy," I pleaded.

He worked his way underneath me and lined his dick up with my pussy. As he pulled me down on him, I was overwhelmed by the sensation of having both of my lower holes stretched.

"Give me a moment," I asked as my pussy wrapped around his cock.

After I had adjusted, I started bouncing back against my parents' penetrating members. They took my queue and started fucking me in earnest.

Then, Mom turned on the vibrator. I could feel her fake dick vibrating in my ass, rubbing against Dad's real cock in my pussy. Before long, I was coming hard, my ass and pussy clamping down hard.

"Fill my cunt, Daddy!" I yelled.

"Take it, baby!" he answered back, as I felt him pumping his cum deep inside me.

"Aaah!" screamed Mom as her own orgasm erupted.

We collapsed in a heap, both my parents still penetrating my body. Soon, Dad began to go soft, his penis slowly slipping from me. When Mom had recovered her wits, she reached down and turned off the vibrations. Then she slowly pulled the strap-on out of my ass, leaving me with a strange empty feeling.

As I lay there, Dad's cum leaking from my pussy, I was happy beyond words. I had a loving, intimate relationship with my parents. I might one day find someone to share my life, but I vowed then that, no matter what, I would never let anyone or anything interfere with the relationship that I was building with my parents. We were a loving family, and we would always remain one.