You arrived early, just before noon. That meant after lunch, you had a whole afternoon to kill with your son Jay.

You could have availed yourself to the private section of the beach that comes with the house. You could have explored the large beach house you rented for summer. But instead you spent the afternoon in bed. Naked. With your son Jay.

Your long black hair sway as your body rides your son’s cock. His two hands are resting on your hips. You have one hand on his chest, the other on yours, rubbing your hard nipples. This isn’t the first time this happens. You caught him peeping on you in the shower. Then you caught him masturbating. The size of his thing brought naughty thoughts in your mind. You started being flirty with him. Got cuddly. Wore more revealing outfits.

One day he stared at you walking out of the bathroom with your towel on. The towel slipped, an accident you said. The size of his bulge told you everything you needed to know. That day, you knew what your own boy’s dick tasted like. It was the sweet taste of forbidden love. It wasn’t long before you got too comfortable with each other. Eventually, one other day, you walked in the shower behind him, and you felt him enter your pussy for the first time since he came out 18 years prior.

It’s been kind of a haze since then. Every day he spends at his father’s feels longer and boring without him. You had to find yourself someone to comfort you while he was away. That’s where I come in.

We met in a bar. We clicked off right away. We were both exiting a marriage, enjoying our new found freedom. We were both moms with a bisexual appetite. It couldn’t end any other way than with a night of passionate lesbian sex, bodies, limbs and tongues intertwined, juices flowing everywhere. For months, we kept seeing each other. And we decided to give this a try.

Little did we know, we both had a shameful secret...

I arrive at the beach house late. It all stems from oversleeping after my alarm. Although, there wasn’t much sleeping involved. My oldest daughter’s naked body on top of me, kissing, cuddling. Just another minute I said. But a minute turned into an hour. I needed a taste of her pussy. That will make you miss your appointments.

“Hi Jo,” I say after you open the door. “Sorry I’m late, traffic was crazy.”
You see a girl next to me roll her eyes. She doesn’t know the real reason why we’re late either, but she knows it’s not traffic.
“Anyways, this is Alice, my youngest, and Claire, the oldest. And girls, this is Jo, my girlfriend.”

Both Alice and Claire are taller than me. Thinner too, and obviously much younger. But they take a lot from their mother. You can definitely see the resemblance. A young man comes to the door next to you.
“Well, this is my son Jay. Jay, this is my girlfriend Maxine, and her two daughters, Claire and Alice.”

We both go to the kitchen to prepare dinner while the kids are left to get to know each other in the living room. Jay and Alice are both 18. Alice is 22. We’re old enough that age doesn’t matter.

It's difficult to keep my hands on task when you're next to me. I want to pin you against the counter from behind, one hand on your breasts, the other in your pants. But that wouldn't be very sanitary.

When we deserve dinner at the table, your boy and my girls are already laughing together. We're both so very relieved that they get along so well.

Over dinner, I announce that we'll be sharing the house the five of us, and if everything works out, you and I would be moving in together, with all three of our children. I caress your thigh under the table while I make the announcement. Your reply is to run a hand in my pants and insert a finger in my pussy. Hopefully the kids don't notice.

They have a lot of questions for us of course. They want to know who is this woman sleeping with mommy. The conversation runs until midnight, before we all go to bed. The beach house has three bedrooms. One for the adults of course, one for your son, one for the girls. They haven't shared a bed since they both reached puberty, but neither complains, Alice and Claire are very good friends after all.

"That went well," I say, completely naked in bed, laying on my side, looking into your eyes.
"Yes, it seems they're getting along together fine. I was worried they wouldn't."
"With a mother like you, it's maybe no surprise your son behaves well."
You think to yourself that the reason he behaves is probably not something you want to admit.
"I could say the same for you," you reply instead.
I smile.
"So how about we test this bed?"

A minute later, your legs are straddling my face, and you're massaging your own breasts while my tongue runs expertly over your labia, and my hands tickle your clitoris. I don't let up until you cum over me. When it happens, a trickle of your sweet nectar flows in my mouth. I gulp it all down with delight. My lips and chin are still slick with your cum when you come down to kiss me.

Then I help you put on a strapon, and wrap my legs around your waist while you fuck me missionary. You have full access to my hard nipples, I have full access to my clit. Our tongues dance together to the rhythm of your hips thrusting in and out of me. We moan each other's name in-between kisses. You don't let up either until I've cummed.

We fall asleep fully satisfied, bodies wrapped around each other, as usual.

The next morning we wake early, make our breakfast and take it out to eat in the sun.

Before long you feel my hand on your thigh, slowly working its way up under your short dress. You catch the brief look of surprise on my face when I find no underwear, but your sexy grin soon spreads on my face as my fingers find you already wet.

We spend some time kissing and not very discreetly toying with each other when out of the corner of my eye you spot my youngest girl watching just inside the door. And then, a few steps behind, I notice your son watching the scene as well, one hand down his pants.

The rest of the morning is rather uneventful. The kids are still getting to know each other, unsure of how cool mom's girlfriend's kid or kids really are. Your son takes a morning swim while my girl catches some morning sun for their tan.

After lunch, I'm taking my girls out for shopping in town while you and your son stay home. It would have been uneventful too if I didn't need to come home prematurely. I first heard the sounds when I was in the bathroom.

I followed them to our room. The door was ajar. I could see the ocean through the big window panes. And then I saw your naked body, over the sheets, mounted by your son. Your legs wrapped around his waist. I freeze in shock. You're cheating. You're having an incestuous affair. A part of my brain is angry. Another recognises the hypocrisy of it. And another can help but feel aroused.

I'm just staring through the crack, so overwhelmed, I don't notice my body losing balance, and I actually fall forwards. You both suddenly stop and look in my direction as I make a very noticeable entrance.

You shove him off of you and come to me. The mom and teacher in you instinctively checks to see if I'm okay. Then you realise the predicament you're in. Your girlfriend caught you fucking your own son, and visibly enjoying it.

You stutter, try to explain, try to say it's not how it looks like. I'm not being much more eloquent, trying to sort my feelings from looking at the spectacle. We stare into each other's eyes silently for a full minute. Your son doesn't dare move or say anything.

"How does it feel?" I finally ask softly. "How does it feel to fuck your son?"
You take your time to think of an appropriate response. There's only one answer in your mind.
"Incredible."

That's how I end up on my back, your body climbing over mine from the side, your son between my thighs, holding my legs over his shoulders, thrusting his penis in and out of my vagina. I moan softly into your mouth as we kiss. Incredible was the right word.

He pumps his cum inside of me. You're a little jealous of course, but watching his white goo leak out of my pussy makes you so very horny. He excuses himself to clean off, and you climb over, head over heels, our tongues licking each other's wet labia clean.

We don't have the words to talk about the incident. We sort of awkwardly give each other glances during the rest of the day. It's only in the intimacy of the night that we manage to have a conversation.

You've been having sex with your son for months now, almost since he turned 18. You explain you started seeing me to fill the gap. But it became much more. You're in love, you say. In love with a beautiful mature brunette mom. But also in love with your hunk of a son.

I tell you I understand. We're both relieved there's no hard feelings coming out of it. And you're so excited at the idea of you, your son and your girlfriend playing together. If only you knew what other secrets were hidden from you.

The next day, our kids are out on the private beach again while we keep a watchful eye from a distance. I prefer to stay on the back porch under the shade. My skin is very delicate, a gift from my mother. My girls haven't lived enough painful sunburns to have learned the lesson yet.

I'm reading a book when you come sit in the long chair next to me, two cold iced teas in hand. I kiss you as a show of gratitude. We talk about plans for the month, and possibly after. No mention is made of the threesome with your son. I secretly hope that it will happen again, but I'm still processing all my feelings.

Claire comes back from the beach, walks by us, giving me a weird look. I think she's a bit jealous to see you and I together like that. Alice and Jay on the other hand seem to have disappeared from view. Claire says they went exploring down the beach. They're old enough, we think, they'll surely be fine.

After finding a quiet, isolated place, Alice and Jay do indeed some exploring. He starts by taking off her bikini. It reveals her firm breasts and hairy pussy.
"You're not shaven?" he asked, surprised.
"No, I like it better like that. You don't have a problem with it, do you?"
She pulls his swim trunk down. It seems the answer to that question is a hard no.

Your son's fingers venture over my girl's assets, caressing, rubbing, pinching. He never really had a girlfriend before you, so discovering a new body like that feels quite new and exciting, like an explorer finding new land. This land isn't virgin however. And the inhabitant already has some experience.

Your son lies down on the sand under the shade of a tree, and Alice gets on her knees next to him, and then lowers her lips on his cock. His eyes roll back at the wet feeling of my girl's warm mouth wrapping around his member. She puts some tongue into it, like a good girl.

A part of his brain is trying to compare her skills and yours. Another shuts it down to enjoy the nice blowjob. When Alice is satisfied with her job, she takes him out of his mouth with a wet plop sound. She moves in position to straddle his belly. She looks at him, biting her lip.

He expects her to move down on his cock, but instead she moves up towards his face. Jay gets a mouthful of hairy pussy, some of it tickling his nose and chin. He is a bit hesitant at first. Eating hair is new and weird to him. But soon, the sweet taste of Alice juices takes over any inhibition.

She grabs his head by the hair and starts grinding on his tongue. She's following an advice her mother once gave her, never fuck a dick before he's made you cum. And cum she does, a small trickle over his mouth and nose.

Now she moves down to take his cock inside her pussy. She's tight, tighter than her mom or his. The benefit of age and not having children. And she finds him big, bigger than most guys she's had.

Your boy doesn't hold long. He creams Alice's pussy in a couple of minutes. He apologises for the lacklustre performance, but she doesn't seem to care. She takes it as a compliment, of her beauty, of her sexiness, of the tightness of her body.

We watch them walk back into the beach, unaware of what just transpired.

Claire feels a little weird sharing the bed with her sister. They haven't done so for years, before either of their sexual awakening. Claire made the effort to wear pajamas, or at least panties and a tank top. Usually, she's butt naked, especially when she spends the night in mommy's bed.

The first night, she woke up, lying on her back, and Alice lying on her tummy next to her with an arm spreading across her big sister's chest.

And now, the second night, she wakes up to the feel of Alice's body turning around on its side, curling against hers. She doesn’t mind the embrace, but in this position she can feel Alice’s breath against her boob. And she can also hear a murmur. Alice is talking in her dream. And what she says is a name: Jay.

The dream is easy to guess. Especially when she jolts awake, all flustered and dripping wet.
“I’m sorry,” she says to Claire, realising how she’s holding onto her. She tries to untangle herself, before Claire replies.
“It’s okay little sis. Bad dream?”
“No, actually it’s kind of embarrassing...”
“Wet dream then.”
“Yeah.”
“So who did you dream about?” Claire asks, already knowing the answer.
“I can’t...”
“You know I can keep a secret.”
“But it’s really embarrassing.”
“It’s the boy, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, I… don’t tell mom okay.”
“I don’t think she would be mad about a dream.”
“But it’s not just a dream though. We… erm, we had sex.”
“Little sister, you sneaky devil, when did that happen?”
“Earlier today. You know, when we went to explore down the beach...”
“Oh, I get it, you explored each other’s body.”
“Something like that. Don’t tell mom please.”
“I know, promise. You know,” Claire continues, speaking before thinking, “I also have a secret.”
“What is it?”
She’s just realised what her secret entailed.
“Erm, nothing.”
“Come on, I’ve told you mine.”
“It’s…you don’t understand, it’s a bad thing.”
“I won’t tell, I won’t judge, promise.”
“Okay, well…” she takes a deep breath. “I had sex with mom.”

Alice blinks at her for what seems like five minutes. The gears are slowly turning in her head.

“Oh goodness… that explains so many things. But why mom? She’s a woman and, like, old.”
“Well, I don’t know, I like older women and it just happened like that. Look, you said no judging.”
“It’s true. I’m sorry, I just… I didn’t expect that.”
“Well, now you know, I’m in love with mom.” Claire realised this was the first time she ever talked about it to anybody, let alone in these words. “I’m in love with mom,” she repeated softly.
“So how long has it been going on?”
“It’s been… three years now.”
“Geez, I had no idea.That’s… so you must be jealous of Jo, aren’t you?”
“I don’t know. Mom always made time for me, even when she started dating her. But if they move in together...”

“I’ve never been with a woman,” Alice commented in a complete non-sequitur. "What's it like?" she asks innocently.
"I don't know if I can describe it," Claire answers.
"Maybe you could..."
Alice doesn't finish the sentence. Instead she looks into her big sister's eyes. There's a moment of hesitation, where everything is suspended in time. Will they, won't they... But Claire holds Alice's arm and rolls over on top of her. Face to face, lips coming down slowly. They kiss. Alice has her first taste of sapphic love. Eyes closed, pinned down, her lips against her sister's, their tongues colliding.

Their eyes open, their lips separate. "Whoa!" is the only thing Alice's brain can think of. Claire is already kissing her neck, and slowly working her way down, her hands over the clothes, caressing Alice's feminine curves. She's set her destination. She's on autopilot now, not thinking about what she's doing, and with whom. Nothing can stop her now. "Wait," Alice says, taking Claire out of her haze. "We're sisters, we shouldn't..." But Claire interrupts her. She kisses her panties, feeling her wetness through the fabric.

Alice is nervous to go further, but too excited to stop her sister. Claire slides the panties on the side, revealing her sister's labia and hair. She doesn't hesitate to plunge in. "Fuck," Alice mutters under her breath. Claire's tongue expertly moves on her lips, around and in, in a wide range of mention meant to test her sister's sensibility. Soon, Alice is forced to use both of her hands to muffle herself, while Claire's move on her sister's clitoris and inside her vagina.

It doesn't take long before Alice's body clenches and a bit of squirt trickles out. Her first lesbian orgasm, delivered by her own sister. Claire moves back up to kiss her. Alice can taste herself on her sister's tongue.

"This was..."
But Claire's lips shut her up once more.
"Let's not put words on it," Claire says. Something I once told her, the first time we slept together.

When the morning comes, all five of us meet for breakfast on the patio, overlooking the ocean, and we plan our day. It seems Alice and Jay are interested in spending the day at the beach, while Claire wants to visit the city and asks if I’d like to join. Of course, I accept, but you prefer to stay home with the waves.

But it’s only after lunch that we split into our two teams.

Alice lies on the sand to tan. She’s secretly waiting for your son to come next to her. But your son has a mission to accomplish first. As soon as Claire and I are gone, and Alice away at the beach, you follow your son to the pantry.

He drops his pants to his ankles, you raise your summer dress to your waist. He pins you against a wall, leans in to kiss you. He grabs one of your legs, holds it up, and while you have one arm wrapped around his neck and the other on his waist, you feel his hard cock enter your womanhood. He bangs you against the wall. If anybody was nearby, they’d hear the ruckus you’re both making, fucking standing up, boxes of food falling over, shelves jiggling.

With one last heavy thrust that topples a box of cereal he cums and fills your pussy. You kiss passionately before readjusting your clothes. Jay goes to the beach to rejoin Alice, and you will follow him ten minutes later to avoid raising suspicion.

Meanwhile, Claire and I are holding hands through the streets. We share a cone, forcing our tongues to meet on the vanilla ice cream. Someone comments how he would love to be in a sandwich with us. The man has no idea he's speaking to a mother and her daughter.

We go through a few stores before we find a lingerie store. I'm looking to buy a new ensemble, something no sane woman could resist. Claire helps me pick. The method is really simple. When she sees one that irresistibly attracts her to my body, I know it's the one.

It's a cyan and black ensemble. Silk and lacey with frills. A push-up bra that makes my breasts look a cup larger. A thong that covers my pubic area but leaves my plump cheeks exposed. A garter belt that can solidly hold solid black stockings. With my high heels to complete the look, no wonder Claire comes to put her hands on my hips and kiss me in the fitting room.

We don't have a lot of time, and we can't be too noisy. So she slides two fingers in my pussy and puts her hand over my mouth. She pins me, using her body to press me against the wall. Her lips are kissing my neck. I help her, rubbing my clit with one hand and my nipples with the other.

The bottom is a bit wet when the woman at checkout puts it in a bag for me to take home. There's little doubt this is money well spent.

You're napping under the sun while Jay and Alice are playing in the waves. On the surface it looks innocent enough, but under the water they've both removed their bottoms. They're playing some game of tag, except for it to count they need to tag genitals.

It's just an excuse to rub each other, and soon the game devolves into pure touch, and into underwater sex. Your son has some experience with sex and water, he has taken more than a few showers with you. My daughter on the other hand is discovering that water doesn't really make it glide in.

She tries her best to stay afloat while he grabs her hips and thrusts his penis inside of her.

Claire and I are continuing our trip through town, which leads us to a public park. We venture into the depth of the park, hand in hand. I feel a tug in my hand. Claire has stopped walking.

"Is there something wrong?" I ask.
"I just noticed there's nobody in this section," she replies.

We're on a small trail going through a small pine forest. It's true that there's nobody on the horizon. Claire goes off the path and I follow her. We find a thick bush to hide behind. Under the shade, behind a bush, I get down on my knees and poke my head under my eldest daughter's skirt.

My heart is racing. Of course, I love the taste of her pussy, and I want to make her squirt. But there's an added element, that anybody could find us and see us. That only makes us both more excited.

Somewhere, Jay is pumping his cum into Alice while Claire is glazing my tongue and face with her pussy nectar.

But the day isn't over. We make our way home for tea time. Jay and Alice are coming out of the ocean. They walk past me each on their way to their own bathroom to wash the salt off.

I come to sit next to you on the beach. You're snoring softly, and I decide to wake you up like Prince Charming and Sleeping Beauty.

"I bought something for you," I say.
"What is it?"
"You'll see tonight."

Claire meanwhile walks in on Jay in the shower. They make eye contact before her gaze wanders south.

"I know you've fucked Alice," she says eventually.
"Look, I can explain…"
"I've never been with a guy, I've only ever been with my…" she stops herself, realising what she's about to say. "Girlfriend," she concludes.
"Oh. Do you…"
"Would you…"

They interrupt each other's sentences, and make eye contact again, before Claire turns around and leaves. What happens next, we'll see tonight.

And what a night. It all starts normal enough. Our naked bodies rolling over each other, your lips and my lips together. Fingers slip in position, and you make me moan your name. I flip around, head between your thighs and thighs surrounding your head, eating each other out at the same time.

Then there's the strapon. You're on all fours, and I'm taking you doggystyle. I slap your ass, and lean forward to murmur into your ear "you're a little slut, Jo, aren't you?"

That's when Jay walks in on us. He was spying for a little while, but enough was enough. With his cock rock hard, he climbs under you. You feel his meat stick join my plastic dick to double penetrate you. You kiss him passionately as he and I fuck your pussy.

It doesn't take very long before your pussy contracts and squeezes his cock under the effect of a powerful orgasm. And in such circumstances, with his own mother's vagina milking him, his seed fills your womb.

He barely takes a two minutes break before he asks you to take the strapon and me to come ride him. His cock is slick from his cum and your juices. Part of me wants to lick it, but it's so much more naughty to impale myself and take those fluids inside of me.

The strapon is also well lubricated from your juices. I let out a yelp of surprise when I feel it poke at my asshole, and soon mother and son are vigorously fucking my butt and my pussy. The same thing happens when it's my turn to come. I squeeze his cock so tightly he can't help but explode inside of me.

And like a robber in the night, he leaves the bed and walks out of our room, leaving us to sixty-nine each other to lick his cum out of our well-fucked pussies.

It's not his room he goes to however. Claire's face is buried deep in her sister's pussy when Jay enters my daughters' room. They're both so absorbed they don't see him enter. It's only when he climbs on the bed that Alice notices him. Riding Claire's face, she gives him a nod of approval. It takes Claire by surprise when his hands grab her hips and he plunges his cock inside of her pussy.

Alice's body blocks Claire's vision, all she can feel is a dick, not plastic, a real one, a dick penetrating her. Her hymen was broken many years ago by a toy, but she's virgin nonetheless. And the feeling of a real man's cock makes her regret spending so many years as a lesbian when she could have been bisexual.

Like a sex machine, Jay pounds Claire's pussy until they both cum. Then he takes the little sister while she and Claire try to sixty-nine. When he cums once more, his cock is still hard as ever. The pill he took has worked like a charm, allowing him to cream inside mother, girlfriend and sisters.

The next morning, my voice wakes everybody up. I walked by my girls room, noticed the wide opened door and peeked in. "What the…" I exclaimed, finding Alice, Claire and Jay naked and intertwined. You come running behind me to watch the scene. You and I look at each other speechless. Secrets are about to be unveiled.

It's an awkward family meeting around the dinner table. Nobody's talking for minutes, until Jay starts apologising.

"I'm sorry mom, I didn't mean to cheat…" he stops himself, realising what he just implied.
"Wait, are you saying you and your mom are…" Alice says.
You and Jay exchange a guilty look. The same look Claire throws at me.
"It just happened one day," you explain.
There's a long silence. We're all looking at each other, feeling there's a lot more than was said.
"How about we agree no more secrets from now on?" you propose.
"Well I should confess something then," I say. "Before I met you, I was already in a relationship."
"You were?"
"Yes. I..." There's an audible gulp as I'm trying to build up courage. "I've been in a sexual relationship with Claire. For a few years now."
Alice now takes her turn.
"Well, Claire and I we had sex for the first time two days ago. And then again yesterday. Before your son joined us."

"What a family we make," I comment after a long silence. Mother and son. Mother and daughter. Big sister and younger sister. Step-brother and sisters. Step-mother and son. That's a whole lot of incest. But in the back of my head, I'm thinking I haven't got to taste Alice.

"We could end it all up now," I continue, "or… we could use this to bring us together."
"What do you propose exactly?" you ask with a curious look.

A few moments later, we're all in agreement. Clothes fly off. Alice crawls over the dinner table to come kiss her mother, while you and Claire look at us, and then each other, before falling into each other's arms. We pair up in every combination and position possible over the course of the day. Dinner table, couch, kitchen counter, no place is safe from sex.

The highlight of the day for me happened in the master bedroom. I'm on my back. Your pussy has been freshly fucked by your son. You're quite sensitive from all the pleasure that's been had, and his cum is slowly dripping out. You're grinding my face. Alice is sitting on my chest, facing you, kissing you, fondling you. And you return the favor. You both touch each other until you make each other squirt over me. Meanwhile, Claire is on all fours, eating my pussy like it's her last meal on Earth, enjoying your son's fat cock penetrating her, getting her ass slapped like a common whore.

Claire's favorite moment happens earlier. Me and my girls are on the couch, kissing, cuddling, fondling, watching you and Jay fuck doggystyle on the floor just a few metres from us, live we're watching live porn. And then it's our turn to entertain the two of you. Claire finds her with a strapon, fucking her little sister while mommy strapon fucks her from behind. Who doesn't dream of being the meat of such a sandwich?

Alice's highlight comes when she gets a moment alone with her sister. They just embrace each other while somewhere in the background you and I can be heard getting fucked by your son. A simple moment of sensuality under the shower, caring for her big sister, and being cared for by her big sister.

Your son's favorite moment is probably every single time he got to stick his penis in your pussy and cum. Of course, he enjoys having a second mother and two sisters to play with, but there's nothing deeper than the connection between a biological mother and her son.

And you… your head was between my thighs, passionately eating my hairy muff. Your son was in my mouth, my delicious lips surrounding his cock, giving him all the love a step-mother can give. You stopped licking to just watch us go at it. You felt slightly jealous, to see your two lovers sharing an intimate moment like that. Jealous and also incredibly turned on.


Months later. December 24th.

Summer was a complete success. Our two families moved in together to form one. You are rubbing my big belly on the couch. Claire sits on my right, Alice on your left, both sporting a fecund figure as well. All the work of one man, currently on his knees eating out Claire.

It was inevitable. I wasn’t on the pill, neither were my girls. And then, all you need is to never wear clothes and have incestuous sex all the time. A part of you is jealous of us, but another is afraid of inbreeding damage. You’re just happy to have three new members on the way.

The clock ticks midnight. We all kiss each other for a merry Christmas. Under the tree, there's a gift with my name on it, but I ask you to unwrap it. When you open the small box inside, I tell you it's something that's been in my family for a few generations. A ring with a shiny diamond. "You are the gift I want," I say, "if you would have me."

You put your arms around my neck and kiss me. The night devolves into a five-way orgy. I guess this is all the answer I need.

The end.