DAD RECOVERING AT HOME

The shopping centre had been more crowded than usual this Saturday morning and I was glad to be on my way home.

As I turned into our driveway, my heart skipped a beat.

There was an ambulance parked there. I reversed back and parked on the street so as not to block it and then raced inside, my mind racing as to why it was there.

I burst through the front door, but no one was to be seen.

"Mum, dad!" I screamed.

"Out the back, Millie," I heard mum reply as I raced towards the back yard.

There was dad, lying flat on his back surrounded by two paramedics.

I noticed immediately to some relief, that his eyes were open, and he was holding mum's hand.

"Dad, dad, what happened? are you alright? Mum...." I stammered.

"I'm OK honey," dad replied somewhat unconvincingly. "I've just had a little fall."

I could see that the ladder and a flyscreen were at dad's feet. I recall him saying that some birds had been pecking at it and made a hole which he was going to fix. The window was on the high side of the house and although he didn't fall all that far, he must have landed awkwardly.

He had obviously placed his hands out to break his fall and the paramedics had placed bandages around the fingers of both hands.

Dad is 45 yo old and very fit, so he had that in his favour.

"We are taking your dad to the hospital for some x rays," said the female para. "We don't think there is a break in his spine, he can move his feet, but his fingers look bad, and he is in a lot of pain."

They slipped a rigid support under dad and lowered the gurney to ground level. The four of us where then able to manoeuvre him onto the gurney and wheel him around to the ambulance. Soon he was on his way to the hospital, with mum and I following in my car.

For three hours we waited patiently in the emergency department, until a doctor met us.

"Mrs Moore, the news is not too bad. There is no breakage, but there is evidence of a crushed vertebra. It will be painful for about a fortnight, but he should make a full recovery. He has however broken fingers on both hands which we have put in a cast. We are going to keep him overnight, but he can go home tomorrow, but he will need about two weeks of bed rest," the doctor advised.

We both let out an audible sigh of relief.

We were able to visit dad in his room.

He looked up sheepishly as we entered, no doubt expecting a tongue-lashing from mum for being so careless to fall from the ladder.

However, mum was sympathetic, no doubt still in shock from the morning's events.

"You were lucky Steve, the doctor said you have crushed vertebra and hopefully you will be up and about in 2 weeks. We will take you home tomorrow. I'll ring your work on Monday. You have plenty of sick leave so its bed rest for you." mum explained.

"And I'm on a uni break dad so I can be home to help. You just need to take it easy," I added.

The nurse came in and said she was going to give dad some painkillers and he should rest and we should go home. We kissed dad goodbye, saying we will be back tomorrow to take him home.

The hospital advised us to hire a walker. There was a medical supply department attached to the hospital, so we got a walker and took it home.

"Millie, I am so glad that you are home from uni to help me with your dad. I can take some time off work, but we have a project that we are finishing up, so I will have to go in most days, even if only for a few hours," mum explained.

"You know I will do all that I can, mum," I answered truthfully.

Next day, we got a call from the hospital, saying that dad could come home.

The nurse wheeled him out in a chair, and we gently manoeuvred him into the front seat. He winced slightly, despite our best care.

We drove home slowly and drove right up to the front door. Together, mum and I got dad out of the car. Thankfully, dad was not a particularly big person, rather athletic and not carrying an ounce of fat.

We decided to place dad in the downstairs guest bedroom which also had an ensuite toilet and shower.

It was Summer, so it was decided that dad would be most comfortable if he did not have to wear any clothes. This presented a little bit of a problem as dad had to be undressed and put to bed. I had never seen my dad naked, but now was not the time for any shyness. I needed to help mum undress him and get him comfortable in bed.

Mum and I had discussed this earlier and we agreed that we had to be mature and sensible with approaching this matter.

"Dad, I don't want you to be embarrassed, but if I am going to look after you for the next week or so, we have to accept that I will see you naked, so it's just the way it has to be. I'm Ok with it so I hope you will be too," I made clear.

"Millie, I understand, I'm just so grateful that you are here, I'm feeling pretty helpless, I can't use my hands," dad responded with a hint of a blush.

"Alright then," mum spoke up," let's get you in bed."

Dad could lift his arms, so mum removed his t shirt. Then the two of us helped dad out of the walker and guided his bottom onto the edge of the bed. He was then able to lie flat as we lifted his legs up.

Now was the time to remove his shorts. It was a single bed, so our plan was to stand either side of the bed and pull his pants down from there. To make it least painful, we removed his shorts and underwear in the one movement.

Although, it was my intention to make removing dad's clothes as clinical as possible, I found it impossible not to caste a glance at dad's cock. It was impressive; even flaccid it had imposing length and girth. Also, to my surprise, his pubic hair was neatly trimmed and even more surprising, there no hint of tanlines, suggesting dad most likely was in the habit of sunbaking nude. This was entirely possible, since I knew mum and dad went to the beach most weekends and I never went with them. Were they nudists without my knowledge? I guess it was none of my business, and I certainly had no problem with it.

So dad was now comfortably set up in bed. We drew a sheet up to preserve his dignity. There were four pillows there, so when needing food or a drink we could prop him up with them.

We gave dad some painkillers and left him alone to have a sleep.

It was now mid afternoon, so mum and I sat down and opened a bottle of white wine. We were in need of a drink after a hectic morning.

"What sort of a patient do you think dad will be mum?" I enquired, thinking he would be no trouble knowing his easy going nature.

"Oh, he will tough it out I'm sure. I think it will be harder on us than him," mum laughed.

"Mum, not that I was looking," I ventured hesitantly," but I couldn't help but notice dad had a bit of an all over tan. Do you guys go to a nudist beach?"

"Yes we do Millie, we tried it a few years ago and we both enjoy being nude. It is so liberating and swimming in the ocean without costumes is the best and so sensible really. We also have the occasional weekend at a clothing optional resort down the coast."

"Right, well good for you," I replied.

I was pleased for them. I had no problem with nudity, I found it perfectly natural, I slept in the nude and where possible, I dispensed with wearing underwear. Deep down, I wished that mum and dad had been upfront about it, I wouldn't have minded joining them.

We had nearly finished the bottle when we heard whimpering coming from dad's room.

We got up to investigate.

"Ummm," dad said "I guess this was going to happen eventually, but I need to pee."

Yes, mum and I had discussed this and there was only one thing to do. With his hands in a cast, we knew that he could not hold his cock. We edged dad out of the bed and stood him up in the walker and gingerly sauntered to the bathroom.

We positioned dad at the toilet. Mum took hold of his cock and gently held it as dad peed. I was there as an observer as we anticipated that when mum was not there, that the duty would fall on me. I was apprehensive as it was a very personal act, but totally necessary. I had to approach it in a mature manner. As much as I knew it was perfectly natural act, I still found it somewhat erotic. I watched intently as a strong stream of piss flowed from dad's cock, which, had grown just that little bit as one would expect when needing to pee. When dad was finished, mum shook his cock to get the last drop out, then, thoughtfully, took some toilet paper and wiped his knob of the last trace.

I could tell that dad was pretty embarrassed, so I had to reassure him that I was perfectly OK and this was something that a loving mature family could cope with.

We got dad back to bed and after talking for a few minutes, he fell back asleep so mum and I returned to finish our drinks.

"How was that Millie?" mum asked with a hint of nervousness in her voice. "Do you think that you can do that when I am not here?"

"Of course mum, we are family and we do what we have to do, I'm not a child, "I replied with perhaps more confidence than I had.

Dad was in a deep sleep and it was now getting late.

Mum and I had dinner then watched a bit of TV before heading to bed.

Mum said that she had to go into the office tomorrow around lunchtime but would be try and get home as soon as possible.

I slept soundly but woke in the morning to the sound of dad calling from his room.

Mum was awake too and we made our way to see what dad needed.

It was fairly obvious, being first thing in the morning that dad needed to go to the toilet. The other thing that was obvious was that dad was sporting morning wood. I was familiar with this, having had boyfriends so knew that it was pretty involuntary.

This didn't stop dad from apologising, but we said not to worry and mum and I went through the routine of getting him up and to the bathroom.

Again, I took the opportunity to have a good look at dad's cock. His erection was a thing of beauty; whilst his flaccid cock was impressive, his stiff cock was a sight to behold. I felt a tinge of envy that mum had ownership of such a magnificent penis. Dad had to bend forward a little to allow him to piss, which hurt his back somewhat. As he pissed, his cock began to soften a little and by the time we had him back in bed, his erection had gone.

We sat him up in bed as best we could as we prepared him some breakfast. Simple cereal and a coffee was all he wanted.

After he ate, we filled him with painkillers and before long, he was sound asleep again.

Mum went about some housework, while I drove down to the supermarket for a few odds and ends.

When I returned, mum said that she was heading to work and wished me luck. I must admit that I was feeling a little anxious, as if dad needed to go to the toilet, I would have to get him there myself and I would be the one holding his cock. When mum was doing it, I tried to rationalize the normalcy of it, but seeing dad's hard cock had me tingling a little down there and I had to fight thoughts that were inappropriate.

It was just after midday when I heard dad call from his room, "Carol, are you there Carol?"

"Hi dad, mum has gone to work for a bit," I told him.

"Oh hi honey, I have lost all track of time, but I'm starving, is it lunch time?"

"It is dad, can I get you a sandwich and something to drink. We have a bbq chicken so can make one from that," I suggested.

"That would be perfect Millie and a cup of tea, eh, and maybe some Panadol, I'm in a bit of discomfort" dad requested.

"Coming up," I said breezily and headed to the kitchen.

I returned with the food and pills and sat down next to dad as he ate.

"So still pretty painful dad, you poor thing," I sympathised.

"Yes Millie, but I suppose it will get better day by day. I feel so helpless, it must be like having a baby in the house. I feel a bit of a burden for all you have to do for me and I really don't want to embarrass you," dad said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Dad, you know I love you and will do anything for you. Consider it payback for all you did for me as a baby," I laughed.

"And dad, I noticed your tan and mum confirmed that you go to the nudist beach. I wish you had told me. I love to nude up myself and if you had no problem with it, I would've gone to the beach with you," I added.

"I'm sorry honey, I guess we should have. I didn't know that. Well, we still can do that, there is plenty of Summer left and seeing that you have to see me naked because of this silly accident, well maybe it is not so shocking for you," dad justified.

"For sure dad, it's all good," I replied reassuringly.

We sat and chatted for a good hour. Then the inevitable happened.

"Millie, I'm sorry, but I'm busting," dad lamented.

"All good dad, let's go."

I pulled the sheet back and glanced at dad's cock. Thankfully it was flaccid, but still a lovely sight.

With just myself to get dad up it was a bit difficult, but I managed, and we slowly walked to the toilet bowl. I positioned dad and then gently took hold of his cock as he started to pee. What I thought would be a simple procedure exposed my inexperience as I had not trained dad's cock into the water and his stream splashed on the rim of the toilet.

I let out a gasp, then a giggle as I redirected the stream.

Dad joined in laughing with me.

"See, it's not that easy and now you know why your mum insists that I put the seat up," dad explained.

Dad had a full bladder and I relished holding his cock for that extended period. Being the novice "cockholder" I adjusted my grip a few times and learning from mum, shook his dick when he was finishing. I felt immense power and did not want to let his cock go. I shook it some more and then again as mum had done, I got some toilet paper and carefully and deliberately wiped his knob of the last drops.

All this while, I noticed that dad's cock had grown a little in my hand. It was not a full erection, but I found this extremely erotic, and a sense of warmth built in my pussy.

We headed back to bed and I gently got dad settled and pulled the sheet up to cover him.

I sat down and chatted some more. As we chatted, I noticed a movement in the sheet and it was clear that dad was experiencing an erection. I felt it best to ignore this, so as not to embarrass him and he made no mention of it.

I thought it best to excuse myself and let dad get back to sleep and hopefully the hard on would fade away. I did feel a bit sorry for him, with his hands in casts, he had no way of relieving himself.

About an hour later, the door opened as mum arrived home.

"Hi there honey, how is everything going?" she asked.

"So far so good. Got dad some lunch, and took him to the toilet, I coped, "I ventured, honestly.

"Soooo, not too traumatic then? I mean it is a big ask what you are doing," mum said understandingly.

"It's good mum, dad is very appreciative and that is all I care about."

We cracked another bottle of wine.

"Millie, dad has been home 2 days now and it is important that he does not get bed sores. We have to get him out of bed and showered, it is going to be difficult so I was hoping that you could help me," mum posed.

"Of course mum, what is the plan?" I asked.

"Well, it is a very big shower recess, so I am going to shower with him. For me, I am happy to be naked as I am going to get wet. But I need you to help him stand up. Now you are going to get wet too, but of course you can wear something, undies or a cossie, up to you," mum explained.

I really didn't have to think about it.

"Mum, it makes sense for me to be naked too. I don't have a problem with that." I responded.

"That's good then Millie, we will do it after we all have dinner."

Because we had to hand feed dad, we all decided why not have something easy like an omelette for dinner. Also, mum and I felt guilty that we were drinking wine while dad wasn't, so we simply held a glass up to his mouth and let him sip.

With dinner finished it was time for the shower. We explained the process to dad. Mum and I went to our bedrooms and got undressed and returned to dad's room.

It was the first time that I had seen mum naked for as long as I could remember. She looked absolutely stunning. She had a slender build and truly perfect shaped tear drop breasts. Her pussy was fully shaved and her labia were compact with a pronounced slit. Of course, she was tanned from head to toe.

Mum had an opportunity to see me naked too and it clearly pleased her as she rushed up and gave me big hug.

"Oh Millie, you look fantastic," mum declared, "Steve, isn't she just gorgeous?"

"Well, a dad has to be careful" he replied, "but honey, you look just great and I'm so proud of you for being so mature about all this."

I must admit that I felt fantastic, a mix of casual comfort and an undercurrent of sexuality, being naked in front of my parents.

We got dad to the shower and turned it on. The shower had a strong wide flow from a large rectangular showerhead. All three of us would be covered by its stream which would make the cleaning process easier.

The plan was that I would mostly support dad, while mum used the loofah to wash him all over.

The plan was working well.

Mum pumped the shower gel all over dad's body and proceeded to whip up a good lather.

It was clear that dad was enjoying the sensuousness of the procedure as his cock had grown to full length. This seemed perfectly natural to me as he was naked with 2 naked women touching him and rubbing him all over with slippery soap.

Mum had moved to his back, sponging his shoulder down to his butt, and I moved to his front to support him. His hard cock was touching my thigh. I delighted at the feeling of it.

"Here Millie, you do the front while I hold him," mum directed as she passed the loofah to me.

I dribbled some more shower gel on his chest and it ran down to his crotch.

In rhythmic circles, I washed his chest, then his stomach and holding his balls, I gently cleaned his rock hard cock. I took my time, savouring the feeling of holding his slippery cock in my hand. Then holding his cock up, I massaged his balls, getting them squeaky clean.

Next, I moved down his legs, doing so, my head was on a level with his cock. It was all that I could do to not reach out and wrap my mouth around that magnificent member.

Mum and I were perhaps overly thorough in our diligence but it was undoubtedly a very pleasant experience for all involved.

"All done!" said mum, turning off the taps and reaching for the towels, one each to firstly dry dad off and then ourselves.

"I have to say, I have never enjoyed a shower so much in all my life," dad volunteered as we dried him off. "You girls certainly put your heart and soul into it."

"Oh dad, I think I enjoyed it as much as you," I declared as I somewhat roughly towelled his still raging cock dry.

Mum, from behind had dried his butt and balls.

As fun as it was, we knew that dad was still in a lot of pain, so we got him straight back to bed.

Gently we lowered him down and he lay on his back, his monstrous cock still pointed skyward.

Mum threw me a glance.

"Steve, you have suffered so much, we can't leave you with that hard on," mum generously declared. "But you are all nice and clean, we can't have you cumming all over yourself.

With that mum took dad's cock into her mouth, expertly swallowing its entire length.

Up and down she pumped as dad lay still his eyes closed, relishing the attention.

I looked on in awe, finding it hard to believe what I was seeing. I could feel my own juices building in my pussy. I was steaming down there and soaking wet.

Mum continued her assault on dad's raging prick. She lashed his knob with her tongue, tracing circles around that purple head, her hand only just encircling the shaft.She looked across to me and instantly read my mind.

I wanted dad's cock in my mouth.

"Here honey, you will love this," mum enthused as she moved away from the bed. Allowing me to position myself over dad's inviting cock.

For a moment, I doubted my ability to get that massive cock in my mouth, but I strained to open my mouth as wide as I could and took in as much as possible. However, I was not able to match my mother's deep throating capabilities as I nearly gagged when dad's cock struck the back of my throat.

Still, I delighted in sucking up and down on his mighty prick. It felt warm and smooth, I drooled as I sucked.

Dad was on the point of erupting.

"OHHH my god, I'm cumming, I'm cumming oh baby don't stop!" dad cried breathlessly.

"Millie don't spill a drop," mum implored.

I can assure, you I had no intention of missing one iota of that precious nectar. I love swallowing cum and the fact that it was my father's had me on the verge of ecstasy.

Dad erupted with a quivering orgasm, with stream after stream of hot jizz cascading down my throat. It was all that I could do take it all in. His cock pulsated violently, and I feared what it would do to his aching back. If it was hurting, he did not let on.

Mum moved beside me. I pulled away from dad's cock and mum took over, milking him of the very last drop of cum. She sucked gently as dad came down from his high, his cock eventually softening in her mouth.

I had cum running down my chin. Which I wiped with the back of my hand and then licked it off.

I was kneeling on the floor, totally spent but my heart was racing.

I had just experienced the most sensuous moment of my life and I shared it with my beloved mother and father.

I was filled with joy and pride,

I flung my arms around mum and gave her the biggest of hugs.

Dad seemed more vulnerable, lying there so incapacitated, but I planted a sloppy kiss on his lips.

"I love you two so much," was all that I could say.

I felt that we had just created a bond that would never be broken.

We sat quietly until dad fell back into a deep sleep.

Mum and I then, hand in hand, made our way back to the lounge room.

It was time for a drink and a heart to heart talk about what we had just experienced.

I'm sure that dad is going to benefit from the loving care of the ladies in his life for the rest of his recovery.Mum, I can't believe what just happened!" I declared breathlessly. "I've just sucked my own father's cock. How can that be right? I mean, it can't be right, but I I loved it and I want to do it again and again. Please mum, help me out."

My mother Carol moved beside me and took my hand in hers.

"Millie, what I saw was a devoted daughter sharing the most loving of moments with her father. He loves you with all his heart and soul and for you to give him that gift, that special moment of tenderness and trust, well, I know it means the world to him." Carol rationalised.

"Oh mum, I hope you are right, I would die if somehow this has driven a wedge between us," I replied.

"Millie, don't worry, I'm sure it hasn't, in fact I know his love for you has no bounds," mum reassured.

Mum wrapped her arms around me as I gently sobbed. She held me tightly and I felt safe, protected. My heart was overflowing with the love of my dear parents.

Mum kissed me gently on my cheek.

I realised that we were both still naked from dad's shower. I felt mum's soft breast pushing against mine. My nipples began to firm under the sensuous touch of mum's soft, warm skin.

Our lips met.

I held mum's face as our mouths opened, our tongues exploring, our saliva mixing. Our passions rising.

Locked together, in that moment, after such intimacy with my father, I became overwhelmed that now, my mother was expressing her deep love for me. I knew that my family was my bedrock. I knew that nothing we did would be considered anything but an act of pure love. It gave me strength and comfort and freedom to express my love in any and all manner that I desired.

Mother was sweating lightly, I moved to her neck, relishing the salty taste.

I then cupped mum's right breast and ran my tongue over her rock hard nipple. I had inherited this trait from my mum. We both had long thick nipples when aroused, possibly the size of the end joint of the thumb. For each of us, our nipples were an extreme erogenous zone and for my part at least, I could orgasm from play with them.

I took mum's nipple into my mouth and sucked hard, biting it gently and running my tongue over it.

Mum moaned softly as she held the back of my head, a signal to keep doing what I was doing. Mum was playing with her other nipple and it had hardened accordingly.

"Oh Millie darling, don't stop," mum implored.

I could feel mum shivering to my touch. An orgasm was building deep in her loins as she squirmed to my sucking. I was blown away that mum, like myself could come to orgasm by nipple play.

I sucked firmly, determined not to unattach myself until mum had experienced her orgasm. I held her tightly around her waist as she shuddered violently, her breath was laboured and she dug her fingers into my shoulders.

I fell onto her and we collapsed onto the couch. We lay there, entwined for what must have been five minutes, neither of us needing to say a word, our bodies spoke for us, we had experienced another moment of great intimacy.

I was fully spent. It was late and I was emotionally drained.

"Oh mum, that was intense. I am so blessed to have you and dad. But I need to go to bed. I need to come down from this high," I managed to splutter out through my confused thoughts.

"Millie darling, yes go to bed, it has been a special day. I will see you in the morning," mum said as she kissed me good night on the cheek.

I positively floated to my room. My head hit the pillow and the reality of the situation hit me. My heart was pounding, I took deep breaths, I closed my eyes and before I knew it, I had fallen into a deep slumber.

I woke the next morning early, as the sun streamed its golden glow through my bedroom window.

I was still naked from the night before but felt no need to put any clothes on. I walked to the kitchen passing mum's bedroom. She was still sound asleep. I peeked in on dad's room and he was also asleep, snoring softly.

I went to the coffee machine to make myself a cappuccino. I sat contentedly sipping it when I heard stirring from dad's room.

I got up and went to him.

"Good morning dad, how are you feeling?" I asked as I gently kissed him on the cheek."

"Oh Millie darling, I'm feeling much better. I slept well last night, my back didn't seem to hurt as much," dad explained.

"That is so good dad, we will have you on your feet in no time," I said enthusiastically.

"I can't wait," dad replied, " I feel so useless, can't even get out of bed to go to the toilet, umm...speaking of which..."

It's fine dad, here, let's get you up," I said, pulling the sheet back.

Not unexpectedly, dad had morning wood. After the events of last night, there was absolutely no need for either of us to comment on it.

Dad was a bit more mobile, so he walked gingerly, with my assistance to the bathroom. Of course, with his hands still in casts I had to hold his cock as he peed.

I held it firmly, but lovingly, giving it a gentle squeeze as his powerful stream flowed into the bowl. Finished, I gave it the obligatory shake and instead of toilet paper, I rubbed the tip of his cock with the palm of my hand to capture any last drops.

I got dad back to bed and propped him up with the pillows.

"Would you like a coffee dad?" I asked.

"Please darling," he replied.

I returned minutes later with fresh coffee for both of us.

I felt I had to say something about last night.

"Dad, we did a most intimate act last night, probably something that outsiders would not understand, I'm not even sure if you do, I mean you weren't in a position to stop me. Maybe I have gone too far and disappointed you, I mean....."

Dad interrupted me.

"Millie darling, what happened last night was a beautiful thing. You know I love you with all my heart. Nothing we do between us and your mum can be wrong. When we act out of love it is precious," dad explained.

"Oh dad, thank you, thank you, you have made me so happy," I gushed as I planted a kiss on his lips.

"And I see you are naked Millie, that is so good, now your mother and I don't have to keep our little secret from you," dad said with a big smile on his face.

"Yes, and we can go to the beach and the resort, I am angry that I had to wait this long," I frowned with false indignation.

"Sorry Millie, we will make it up to you."

"How's the patient?" It was mum at the door. "You look nice and comfy sitting up there with your coffee."

"I'm feeling much better, Carol and I'm hungry so that is a good sign, isn't it? dad replied.

"Yes it is," I said, "dad, I will get you some cereal."

With that I got up and went to the kitchen and returned with a bowl of corn flakes, his favourite.

It filled me with gratitude that I could look after my dad at this difficult time for him. I pulled up a chair and started feeding him. I looked down on his naked body. We had not bothered to pull the sheet up. His cock was lying soft across his thigh. His body was golden brown. There was a little stubble in his pubic area as clearly, he had not shaved there since the fall. I made a mental note to offer to tidy him up later on.

When breakfast was finished, I got dad his painkillers and laid him down so that he could get some sleep.

Mum said that she had to go to the office but would be back by lunch time. I said no worries, it was a lovely day, so I was happy to spend a bit of time sunbaking and looking after dad.

It was close to 10 o'clock before I had completed my chores and had the opportunity to get out in the sun. the temperature was very warm and the feeling of the sun on my body was superb. I was so glad that I could now be naked all day long if I wanted to.

I closed my eyes and though about last night, sucking dad's cock and swallowing his cum. A thrill went through my body. I thought of what intimate fun we could get up to. I felt a warm glow in my pussy at the thought of it. My fingers found their way down there, and I rubbed the lips of my cunt gently. My clitty was firming and I massaged it softly. I didn't want to cum, I just wanted that pleasant feeling.

A few minutes was all I wanted, then lay quietly enjoying the sun.

I needed a glass of water so got up and headed inside. I popped my head in on dad and he was awake, lying there quietly but sporting a massive erection.

I went in and sat down beside him.

"Hi dad, you had a good sleep, how are you feeling?" I asked politely.

"Not bad Millie, I am a bit bored, I'm not used to this inactivity," dad replied.

"Yes, it would be hard, oh woops, didn't mean it that way," I blushed as I looked at dad's massive hard on.

"Ha ha Millie, I must admit, that is the difficult part; I can't relive myself with these stupid casts on," dad replied sorrowfully.

"Perhaps I can help dad," I suggested as I leant across and took his rock hard cock in my hand.

I stroked it slowly but firmly, thrilled at its impressive length and girth.

"Oh Millie, what did I do to deserve such a beautiful, caring daughter?" dad asked.

"Dad, you know I would do anything for you," I replied as I lovingly caressed his magnificent manhood.

My pussy was on fire. I needed relief.

I climbed onto the bed and placed myself in a sixty niner position, my cunt hovering over dad's mouth as prepared to suck dad's cock.

"Dad, my pussy needs attention, it needs a good licking, can you help me out? I implored.

Dad needed no further encouragement.

Next thing I know, dad is sucking furiously on my pussy lips, drawing them into his mouth and lashing them with his tongue. Although he could do little with his hands, he was able to reach up and rest them on my arse, giving him some stability as he probed deeply into my cunt with his tongue.

I could feel my juices building and it felt that my cunt was awash. I was scared that dad would drown underneath me.

At the same time, I wrapped my mouth around his marvellous cock. Up and down I moved, taking as much in as I could. I remembered mum last night taking dad up to his balls and I was in awe of that. As much as I tried, I could not swallow the entire length, but his knob was striking the back of my throat. It felt delicious.

It was hard to concentrate on my sucking as dad's pussy lashing had me on the verge of a shuddering orgasm.

"I'm cumming dad, please don't stop, I'm ready to explode," I cried hopelessly.

My body quivered as ecstasy enveloped me, sending me into a thrashing orgasm. I could feel a torrent of love juices cascade from my throbbing pussy. I was scared that dad would drown underneath me. I rolled off him, my breath laboured.

"Oh Millie, that was out of this world; I've never been drenched like that; I loved it," dad enthused.

"Oh, thank you dad, but I still have a job to do," I replied as I reattached my mouth to dad's still raging cock.

Dad was clearly near an orgasm himself as I felt his cock twitching in my mouth. In seconds, he exploded, sending ream after ream of steaming spunk down my throat. I had a little giggle to myself that we both could have drowned having oral sex!

We lay beside each other, silently, feeling very satisfied with life.

"I'm home," came a cry from the front door as mum had returned from work.

"In here with dad," I called back.

"Hello honey how are you feeling?" mum enquired of dad as she entered the room.

"Not bad for an invalid, Millie has been looking after me," dad replied with a cheeky grin to his face.

"Oh I'm sure she has," replied mum as she wiped a big gob of cum from my face, which cracked the three of us up. Unfortunately, deep laughing was a bit painful for dad.

"Carol, I might need some more Panadol, would you mind?" dad asked.

"Of course, Steve," mum said, making her way to the kitchen.

Dad took the painkillers and it was only minutes later that he was sound asleep. Strong as dad was, this injury had sapped his strength. Maybe I was not helping much by indulging him in sexual activities!

"Time to get out of these hot work clothes," said mum heading to her bedroom," can you make me a coffee darling?"

"Sure mum, Ill have one too. We can drink it outside under the patio," I replied.

I watched as mum sauntered to the sunlounges. I could not get enough of looking at her gorgeous naked body.

"Well mum. Dad has been a good patient, he hasn't complained at all," I suggested.

"Ha ha Millie, what has he got to complain about, two women giving him their undivided attention? Oh yeah, that's right, he has crushed vertebra and a couple of broken fingers," laughed mum.

"Yes, poor bugger, but the doctor said he should be up and walking freely in 2 weeks, so that is not that far away and the cast should be off his fingers soon too. You might have to go easy on him for a while though," I remarked cheekily.

"Yep, tough on both of us, but we will survive. Sex isn't everything after all....hmm...did I just say that?" said mum as we both cracked up.

"Mum, you know that I will do whatever I can to help you. A girl can survive without dick for a while you know, so long as there is someone around with a tongue," I suggested boldly.

"Hmmm, now who do I know with a tongue?" asked mum, her finger planted on her cheek.

"I have one mum, let me try it out."

And with that I moved in front of mum and spread her legs. Her glorious, shaved pussy awaited me. I gently pulled her labia aside exposing her pink love tunnel and her gorgeous pea sized clitoris.

My tongue was drawn instantly to that love button and I licked it gently, as I held here labia apart.

Back and forth my tongue lashed her clitty as mum held my head in place, forcing me to maintain pressure on her. With my left hand, I inserted a finger into her cunt searching for that elusive g spot. Then I inserted another, then another. I rotated my fingers feeling mum's love juices washing over them. Mum moved her hands from my head and firmly gripped the arms of the sunlounge.

Mum was twisting and squirming as I folded my thumb under my fingers and slowly but gently inserted my entire fist into her warm, soaking, expanding pussy. I rotated my wrist causing mum to let out a low guttural moan.

"Oh yes Millie, that is fantastic, push harder, it feels so good," mum begged me breathlessly.

I pushed in deeper, then withdrew and pushed in again. Back and forth my hand filled her steaming pussy. My hand was soaked as she squirted all over it. I could sense that she was close to having an orgasm, so I increased my tempo.

Mum was bucking wildly and her whole body spasmed as a violent orgasm overtook her. I could feel her pussy muscles contracting on my hand, so I stopped pumping and revelled in the sensation of her pussy squeezing my fist.

Mum flung herself back on the sunlounge, her chest heaving, her breath coming in spurts. I looked on her in absolute amazement and a real sense of satisfaction in bringing her to a mind blowing orgasm.

"Millie, go up to my bedroom. In the bottom drawer of my bedside table is a dildo. Go get it please," mum virtually demanded.

Wow, I thought to myself, mum, you go girl. I quickly headed to the bedroom. I opened the drawer and there was actually an assortment of sex toys, but only one dildo. I could hardly miss it, it was enormous. It was much bigger than dad's cock and that was saying something. I returned, dildo in hand to see mum, fingering her cunt, clearly not wanting it to cool down, anxious to continue while still on a sexual high.

"Millie, I want you to stick that up my cunt," mum said brazenly.

I thought to myself, that is so big, can she take it? But of course, she could, why would she have it beside her bed and anyway, I just had my fist up there, I'm sure if I gently eased it in....

Mum held her pussy lips open. I gently moved the head of the dildo to her entrance. Slowly I inched it inside her. I felt just mild resistance as I carefully moved it inside her; two inches, then four, then eight then all the way. That thing must have been ten inches and thick to boot.

Up to its hilt, it filled her pussy. I dragged it its full length back and plunged it in again. Mum sat there, her legs spread eagled, taking the massive toy deep inside her.

I quickened the tempo, drawing back and thrusting forward. I drew back and tickled her clit with the knob end then rammed it back into her. Mum's fingers found there way to her love button and she rubbed it furiously as I pumped her with the gigantic dildo.

My own pussy was steaming and I could feel my juices flowing.

"Fuck me hard with that giant cock Millie," mum begged.

I thrust and twisted that dildo until mum could take no more. For the second time in minutes, mum experienced an earth shattering climax. Again, she flooded my hand and the dildo with her cum.

She flexed her pussy muscles and gripped the dildo; I couldn't pull it out. I let mum savour the tightness of it deep inside her.

I licked mum's golden nectar off my hands. My tongue licked the cum off her pussy lips.

Mum then slowly pulled the dildo out of her sodden pussy.

"Lie back Millie and open your legs," mum ordered.

I looked at her horrified. Surely that dildo is too big for me. I had never seen one so big.

"Mum, that is not going to fit. I'm not that big," I tried to rationalise.

"Millie, you will be surprised, I will be gentle and look at you, your cunt is soaking, this will be so exciting for you," mum said determinedly.

I was so sexually excited that I was willing to give it a go.

I lay back on the sunlounge and spread my legs wide. Mum moved the head of the dildo to my entrance and parted my lips with her fingers. True to her word, she was gentle and slowly eased that cock into my pussy.

I tried to relax and savour the moment, knowing that the more relaxed I was the easily it would slip in. I breathed deeply and slowly as mum inched that monster into me. For what seemed an eternity it edged forward, its girth stretching my pussy and filling me with the most satisfying feeling. I looked down and it had fully disappeared into my cunt. I could not believe that I could accommodate its entire length.

Slowly mum eased it back and forth, careful to allow me to adjust to its fantastic length and girth. She was right, I could take it and it was a breathtaking experience.

"Oh yes mum, that is so good, I can take it, I'm feeling every inch of it.

As I relaxed, mum sped up the thrusting. I could feel the tip ramming my cervix. It was a sensation that I had never experienced before. I knew that a massive orgasm was building. I tried to squeeze the dildo with my pussy muscles. From deep in my cunt, a surge of electric excitement powered through me, and I lost all control. Like mum. I gushed pussy juices all over her as I bucked and heaved and squirmed with the most intense orgasm of my life.

Fully exhausted, I fell back in the sunlounge.

Mum had taken the dildo and was licking its length, relishing her daughter's juices.

I looked her squarely in the eye, trying to convey my gratitude for that amazing bonding experience.

She came to my side and hugged me tightly.

"Millie, I love you so much, my heart is bursting. I am so happy at this moment.

Of course, my feelings were the same. I held mum firmly and reflected on the love and closeness that I had for this family.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep. The sun was setting when I felt a shake of my shoulder.

"Dad! What are you doing up? I exclaimed.

"Millie darling, I'm just so bored lying in bed. My back is feeling much better. It hardly hurt at all walking here," dad explained forlornly.

"Hardly hurt at all is not good enough dad; lets get you back to bed. You know we put some books on the sidetable," I said.

"I know, and I have started one, but I just can't seem to concentrate. Things have changed so quickly over the past week. My mind is racing with the things we have done and look at you sitting there naked. I just can't wait until I'm up and about and we can do more things together, you, your mum and me," dad blurted out.

"Oh dad, I know where you are coming from. I have never been happier. I feel our family is just so close now, but come on, back to bed with you; standing there can't help your back," I insisted.

"Millie, I need to pee," dad stated.

Right, I thought, here we are in the backyard, why not pee on the grass.

"Dad, how about you just have a piss here on the grass; I'd love to watch," I suggested.

"Why not," dad replied. It seemed a perfectly sensible proposal.

Dad moved a couple of paces onto the grass and turned around to face me. Standing perfectly still, a steady stream of piss flowed, building to a much stronger one as he progressed.

I sat, transfixed, watching this perfectly natural act, but it had a sexual overtone, knowing that it was my dad's cock that I was watching, and he was allowing me to be a part of this very intimate act.

Dad had clearly been holding on for some time as he peed and peed, the golden liquid puddling on the grass adjacent to a garden bed.

"Phew, that is a relief, I had been holding on for some time," dad admitted, stating the obvious.

"No doubt dad," I replied, "but let's get you back to bed," I ordered.

I came to dad, and he placed his arm over my shoulder as I placed an arm around his waist and shepherded him back to his bed.

We did walk quite freely, so dad was not exaggerating that his back was getting better. Also, he got into bed unassisted and didn't appear to be in much pain.

"Dad, I can see that you have some stubble down there," I said, motioning to his pubic area, "I guess you kept it nicely shaved before the accident."

"Yes, I did Millie," dad replied, "your mum likes it that way and so do I. And most people who go to the nude beach are shaved so we like to fit in."

"I know what you mean," I agreed, "as you can see, I shave too; I do like the look and feel. Since you won't be able to shave for a while with those broken fingers, would you like me to do it for you?"

"Would you Millie? I'd love that," said dad enthusiastically.

With that I headed to the ensuite upstairs. Mum was lying on her bed, reading a book.

"Mum, I'm just getting dad's shaving gear, I think he needs a bit of manscaping," I laughed.

"Hmmmm, keeping himself tidy for the women in his life eh," mum responded cheekily. "I'll give you a hand."

We gathered what we needed and headed down to dad's bedroom.

"Good evening Steve," mum shouted, "time for your beauty treatment."

"Oh, so it is a two person job, does that mean two tips?" dad joked.

"This will be a complimentary service sir, "mum joked, "consider it free as we are both in training."

"Oh oh," dad exclaimed, "I'm letting two novices loose on my precious manhood. Can I think about that?"

"We will be gentle," I assured dad, "anyway we have towels to stem the bloodflow."

Dad seemed less reassured, but we all had a good chuckle over it. I felt confident that no blood would be shed.

I took the shaving cream can and covered dad's cock, balls and pubic area in a nice menthol smelling cream.

"Of course dad, it will be much easier to shave you if you are hard," I suggested as I gently rubbed the cream into his skin, caressing his cock until it thickened in my grasp.

With a towel placed under his bum, I commenced carefully shaving dad's balls, pulling the skin tight to make sure that the razor blade glided easily. I parted his legs so that I could access the skin between his balls and his arsehole. Two or three passes had that area nice and smooth.

Next was his cock, and with it rock hard and pointing skyward, it was an easy task to run the razor up and down, moving around its considerable girth with ease. The hair on his pubic area had not grown that much over the past week or so, making it again an easy task to quickly and successfully remove the fluff.

Soon the job was completed.

"Mum, will you take this facecloth and run it under warm water, and we will rinse all the left over shaving cream off," I asked.

Mum dutifully returned with the cloth, and I wiped gently over the shaved area, leaving it beautifully smooth and fresh looking.

The final act was to rub some moisturising cream into the skin. Pumping the lotion in spurts onto his cock, I gently spread it over the newly shaved skin. If the feeling was good for dad, I found it equally pleasurable. My pussy was hot and moist, and I was filled with lustful thoughts.

I wanted dad's cock deep inside me.

Carefully, I climbed onto the bed.

I hovered over dad's cock and parted my pussy lips. His cock was slippery from the moisturiser and with my pussy juices flowing, I easily inched my way down that massive penis. Any thoughts that I could not accommodate its length evaporated as it disappeared into my steaming cunt.

Dad lay prone and I said to him to lie still and let me do all the work so as to protect his back.

Slowly, I raised, then lowered my self on his manhood, savouring the feeling as my tight pussy gripped his cock as I pumped.

The feeling was exquisite, as his knob brushed my clit as I withdrew to the fullest, before plunging back up until dad's cock was rubbing against my cervix.

My pussy was on fire, and no amount of juices flowing from me would douse the flames.

I looked across to mum and she was sitting, her legs apart as she fingered her own steaming love hole.

I leant forward, my hands now on dad's chest as I positioned myself to get his cock to rub more on the upper area of my pussy, rubbing more against my throbbing clitty.

Back and forth I thrusted as I felt a scalding passion growing in my loins. I knew that I was on the brink of an explosive orgasm.

"Oh fuck dad, oh fuck, yes, yes yes, oh my god, I'm cumming, yes oh yes," I screamed frenziedly as my orgasm took control and my body shook violently.

Incredibly, dad came simultaneously. I could feel the flood of his cum, mingle with my own juices and together, they cascaded over us and flooded out of my pussy, soaking the towel underneath us.

I collapsed onto dad's chest and held him tight. His cock was quivering inside me as I flexed my pussy muscles to grip it and milk the last drop of his spunk from him.

I lay there totally spent. Dad had his arms wrapped around me and he gave me a tight hug. I felt as one with him at that very moment.

My head buried in dad's chest, I looked across and mum was feverishly fingering her pussy. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing heavily, her mouth wide open.

I watch transfixed as my mother worked herself to her own shuddering climax. In disbelief, I pondered the new sexuality that had overtaken our family. Little more than a week ago I would never have believed that we could lovingly share such intimacy. My heart was bursting with the love I had for my mother and father.

With a low guttural moan, mum arched her back, her muscles contracting, sending her into a spasm of sexual release. Her fingers became soaked as her cum squirted over them. Dad watched on as well, as his beloved wife experienced her own gratifying orgasm.

The air was ripe with sexual tension. Mum joined us on the bed, and we entwined our limbs, lovingly stroking, caressing, kissing and holding, our love blocking everything else out of our thoughts.

"Thank you, dad, thank you," was all that I could say. No boyfriend had pushed me to such a height of passion.

The sun had set, but the temperature was still high. Our three bodies were glistening with the sweat from our exertions. I peeled away from the others, leaving mum and dad locked in a loving embrace. I went to the fridge and got myself a beer and walked out to the sunlounges on the patio. The beer was like mothers' milk as I gulped down the first mouthful. A calm had descended upon me, a feeling of being at peace with the world, in a cocoon surrounding mum, dad and myself, protecting us from any harm that society was threatening to impose on us. I would have nothing of the thought that what we were doing was in any way wrong.

I downed the last drop of beer when I heard a voice behind me.

"Your dad has fallen asleep. I gave him some Panadol. I hope he hasn't overdone things," mum said as she pulled up the sunlounge next to me.

"Hmmm, it will be our fault not his. Remember he is the poor invalid with broken fingers and a sore back. He wasn't in any position to stop us," I joked, feeling the slightest pang of guilt.

"He'll survive." Was mum's less than sympathetic response, causing us both to break out laughing.

"I'm starving," said mum, "but I can't be bothered cooking. What say we get some takeaway Thai food?"

"Fine by me, a nice white wine and eating out here as the evening cools sound perfect to me," I replied.

"OK, I'll order, then get us a glass," mum said.

A gentle breeze had arrived to take the edge off the day's heat. It wafted over our naked bodies as we sat contentedly sipping our wine.

The doorbell rang and I whipped on a tshirt that I had ready to answer the door when the food arrived. It barely covered my arse and my nipples were somewhat hard so I'm sure the delivery man got a good perve to supplement his tip. Placing the food on the outdoor patio table, I removed the tshirt and filled up our glasses.

"Cheers, mum" I said as we clinked our wineglasses," here's to us."

"Cheers," mum replied.

We were both feeling on top of the world as we chatted and laughed. Mum told me that the project that she had been working on would wrap up tomorrow and that she would take some well earned time off work. It would be good to have mum home helping with dad and since he was making a good recovery, we could get him out of bed and maybe do a few things to ease his boredom.

The Thai food was delicious and there was left overs, which we would give to dad when he woke up.

Mum and I poured the last of the wine when we heard dad stirring. We went to his room. Propped him up with the spare pillows and fed him the rest of the takeaway. He asked for a wine, so we had to crack another bottle. Mum spooned the food into him while I held the glass to his lips. Working as a team, we soon had him fed and we sat around the bed chatting and drinking away.

Eventually, dad's eyes were drooping and drifted off to sleep. We pulled the sheet up and throw a blanket across him and left the room.

"Time for bed for me too," said mum.

"Mum, do you think that I could sleep with you, I just don't want to be alone tonight," I asked imploringly of her.

"Of course, darling, I would love that," mum replied as we downed the last of our drink and headed upstairs.

Mum hopped into bed first and I sidled up next to her. She lay on her side, and I spooned against her, my arm looped over her waist and my hand resting comfortably on her breast. Her nipple firmed to my touch. My hand rested there, marvelling at the realisation that this was the very breast that offered me the nourishment that sustained me in my infancy.

I had an overwhelming desire to revert back to those days, to relive the closeness between a mother and child, the bonding act of a mother offering her breast to her totalling dependent child.

I rolled mum onto her back and attached my mouth firmly to her nipple. I sucked strongly, imagining that her warm milk was filling my stomach.

Mum held my head firmly in place, encouraging me to continue sucking on her gorgeous tit. Of course, I had no recollection of nursing on my mother's breast all those years ago, but it felt instinctive and satisfying and oh so comforting.

I was in awe of the gift of life that only a mother can give. The bond that I was feeling with my mother's body was overpowering me. She delivered me through her birth canal, I needed to revisit it.

Leaving mum's tit, I kissed her all the way down to her glorious pussy. My tongue lashed her lips, sucking and probing, only thinking again, that I travelled down that glorious path and took my first breath. How could I not be in awe of this woman who gave me life.

My tongue licked more softly now, more gently, more in respect than passion.

Slowly, I moved away and locked my lips on mum's, kissing her passionately.

"I love you mum, I feel that we are one, "I whispered softly in her ear.

Mum just held me tightly and we soon drifted off into a deep sleep.