Date: Thu, 17 Sep 2015 02:26:51 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Family by Craigslist III "What is going to be the next step Decker," Jazz asked softly as we lay cuddled in bed. She had sent Cobie to his own bedroom and we were electing to call it a night as well. "I was thinking that perhaps an outdoor activity together, all of us; maybe a picnic, a trip to the zoo; something light and casual. I know that you want to meet Bethany and I think it's important for the boys to meet her and she them." "I agree. I think it's going to be interesting. And let's suppose for a moment that things go well, then what?" "Well, I guess we do what we did tonight with all of us together. I've always enjoyed watching boys be with my daughter and it won't be any different with your boys. I know that Beth really loved being with her mother so being with you will be plenty of fun for her as well." "I have to be honest Decker. I love little girl pussy and I haven't had much of that in my life. I am very much looking forward to being with your daughter. As I said in the ad, I need more estrogen in my life." I kissed her. "It looks as though your wish is going to come true Jasmine," I said, "And mine too. That boy of yours is a real firecracker Jazz. Goddamn being with him was pretty amazing. He seems sweet and kind but he's also assertive. He knows what he wants, isn't afraid to ask for it and doesn't flip a tit when he doesn't get what he wants." "Flip a tit," Jazz said with a laugh. I nodded my head. "Well that's a new one on me." I told her it had been around for a while. "Well I'll you what Decker. I have never seen Cobie take to anybody like he has to you or in the time frame that he did it. That little minx tends to be as cautious as a Jewish investor. It was like he laid eyes on you and knew you were the one. Both my boys have been wanting to be with a man and I'm telling you he was only half kidding when he said he was going to run away from home and live with you." It was my turn to chuckle. "You know, I wouldn't have a problem with him spending a few days at my place. Hell Beth might want to spend a few days at a time at yours. I suspect that this is not going to be a flash in the pan Jazz. I think things are going to work out well for both families." She kissed me on the mouth. "I hope Decker. I'm pretty taken with you too." "And I with you my lady," I said softly. We came together, made out for a good 20 minutes and then we fucked again. Jazz was a very good lover, and I could see where her young son had gotten his enthusiasm. We went through a variety of position before I got her to cum with a crashing orgasm. Mine wasn't exactly peaceful either. Afterwards we took another quick shower then crawled into bed and fell asleep in each other's arms. The next morning Cobie came bounding in around 8, naked but fully soft. He climbed on the bed then, like he had done the night before, wormed his way in between us. It was a little easier however because we weren't cuddled up, although we were still close. He moved in close and kissed me full on the mouth. "Did you guys fuck some more after I went to bed Decker?" I tweaked his little cheek. "None of your business little mister," I said and the boy giggled happily. Jazz had woken up and reached her arm around her son who turned and kissed her in the same manner that he'd kissed me. "What are we gonna do today mom?" Jazz looked over at me. I had started to shrug my shoulders but was stopped by an epiphany. "When will Dixon be home, Jazz?" "I don't know, usually by 10, why?" "Tell you what. How about I take us all out to lunch?" She knew what I was angling for and if all went well we'd have our first blended family gathering that night. That was true, that's what I had in mind but there was something more to it than that. "Where to," the little imp asked. I gave him the name of the top Pizza place in the metro area and got a hug and kiss for it. I asked Jazz if she minded if I headed home as there were a few things that needed tending too. Of course said yes, and I got big kiss and hug for it. I told her that I'd pick her and the boys up about 11 if that was okay and again, she said yes. Needless to say Cobie had to have another a kiss, a long one I might add, and a hug as well. As soon as I got into my car I was on the cell phone and called my office manager. "Gas the Hawker up for please me Cal, I'm going to take it for the weekend. Toss some bottled water in the cooler too please." I hung up and made a long distance call and when it was answered said, "Hola Juanita." We chatted for a few moments then I told her to open the house; that I was planning on being there for the weekend with some guests. I didn't need to give her any more directions because she knew what was needed including calling the airport where I'd be landing so that my transportation would be ready. Since I visited just about every 6 weeks or so, there wasn't that much that needed to be done. I arrived at home about 9:15 and found Justin and Bethany in the shower. Since I hadn't showered at Jazz's I decided to join them much to their delight. "Justin fucked me 4 times last night daddy and once this morning." I raised an eyebrow and the boy grinned at me. His cock, just shy of 7 inches, stood in front of his incredibly flat belly. "Jesus Justin, still hard?" He nodded his head and gripped his raging hard cock, slid his foreskin back and forth a few times. "Waiting for you to come home and fuck me Decker." The virility of teenaged boys always amazed, even when I was one of them. "I hate to break it to you sweet boy but I'm not going to have time to plow your tender lovely asshole." "Why not daddy?" "Because my little darling we're going to lunch with some people." "You mean the lady you were with last night?" I nodded my head. "Is she nice daddy, will I like her?" "She is very nice and I believe that you will like and she will like you," I said, emphasizing the last part and tweaking her pert little nose. "Well can I fuck Beth again," Justin asked. I looked at the boy. He was a cutie. About 5'6 and slender, Justin's brown hair was long enough so that he could pull most of it into a ponytail and when wet, the bangs went below his lips. Large hazel colored eyes dominated his completely smooth face, his nose was on the verge of being called broad, his gorgeously kissable lips framed teeth what were crystal white and in the process of being straightened by light blue braces, colored braces being quite the fashion. "You know my answer to that Justin." He nodded his head and posed the question to my daughter who asked if they had time. I said that they did. "Wanna just do it here," the cute young teen asked and my daughter's answer was to turn her back to the boy and brace her hands against the wall of the shower and bend over. Justin moved up behind her and rubbed his swollen cock head up and down her slit, teasing everything from her asshole to the top of her hairless gash before gently pushing it inside her cunt hole. I was standing right alongside so got to watch the penetration. I seriously loved watching a boy fuck my daughter. Once the boy was lodged deep inside her cunt he held onto her hips and started to fuck her. I knelt alongside the children and used one hand to rub on Justin's skinny little butt and the other to rub on Beth's clitty. The clitty fingers moved back to feel the boys' stone hard flesh as it slid in and out of Beth's cunt and to feel the very rim of her cock slot as it moved back and forth as the boy thrust and pulled. "It's not gonna be long Bethy," Justin groaned. I stood up and planted my mouth against Justin's sweet mouth and the boy kissed me with a vengeance, cramming his mouth against mine and shoving his tongue into me. He moaned as he kissed and fucked, and moved one hand down to rub and fondle my rock hard ass. "God I love fucking you Beth," he said after breaking the kiss. "You cunt is so tight on my cock, it loves being in your cunt hole Beth, my cock is so happy inside your cunt hole." We had learned early that Justin loved talking when he was fucking or getting fucked. He told us that he talked a lot when he was jacking off too. He would watch sex movies when he jacked off and would talk through the whole thing. He said it made him hotter when he commented about what was going on in front of him as well as talking about himself too. The latter was about how hard his cock was, how his balls felt, how he wished it was his hard cock doing the fucking or getting sucked or whatever was going on. The kid was hot fucking little sex machine and I was looking forward to spending years with him. Justin had confided in me one night as we lay cuddled after 4 hours of almost non-stop sex that he loved being with boys. Beth had gone to be earlier with a bit of an upset tummy. "I love boys so much Decker," he said. "Men too although you're the only man I've been with and I love being with you. You know, I have a few friends that would love to be with you too. They know that I'm playing sexy with a man but not who and they're bugging me to meet you so they can play with you too." I asked him about whether Beth played into that scenario at all and he nodded his head. "Yeah, probably. I mean, I know that a couple of them like girls but not all of them. One of my friends is 12 and he's still more into boys and not really interested in girls. Another one is sorta kinda, if you know what I mean." I did. I had not yet hooked up with any of Justin's friends but it was going to happen, it was just a matter of when. "I'm really close, I'm really close," Justin said then all of a sudden he pulled out of Beth's cunt and started jacking off. Beth turned quickly because she knew what the boy was doing. My little girl stood close enough so that when the boy shot his sperm it would go on her and a second later it did. "Oohhh fuck," Justin groaned as a thick stream of sperm blasted out onto my daughter's belly. It was followed by three more jets and as it died down Beth peeled her pussy lips open and Justin put his cock head against her clit and the rest of his sperm oozed out onto her pussy. The boy moved his cock around in order to spread the wealth as it were. When he was done he pulled back and let go of his dick which continued to throb as it hung in the air. "Thanks for letting me fuck you Bethy," the boy said then kissed her. "Thank you for fucking me Justy. My cunt loves a hard cock in it the first thing in the morning." The two younglings kissed as I cleaned myself up and we all got out together and dried off. Justin dressed and left but not before making me promise to fuck him one night next week. After he left I told Bethany about my evening. "Jasmine is a wonderful lady and so is her youngest son Cobie. They love sex just like you and I do. Her oldest son Dixon wasn't there so I didn't meet him but I have no doubt that he is just as nice as his mother and brother. Jazz is very interested in meeting you and playing with you too sweetheart." "That sounds nice daddy," Beth said. "I miss mommy and I miss playing with a woman so this will be fun. Are we going to do stuff today, after lunch?" "Well darling I was thinking of surprising them by taking the plane to the beach house." Beth jumped up and down clapping her hands. "Will Pedro be there daddy?" I shrugged my shoulders and said I didn't know but that I wasn't planning on it since we would have new guests." Bethany understood. We got dressed, my daughter choosing to wear a light summer dress in a bright floral print and me in cargo shorts and white cotton polo shirt. I knew from our early conversations that Jazz enjoyed spontaneity and was open to new adventures so I called her. "Change of plans," I said and heard a very slight tone of disappointment. "Dress in light casual clothing, shorts and sandals sort of thing; boys too." She asked what was up and I told her it was a surprise and that I would be heading to her house right then, see her in 20 minutes. "Oh, and plan on being away for a couple days." Bethany and I headed to the garage and pulled the custom cover off of my 1959 Chrysler Imperial Le Baron. I had inherited the big old boat from my grandfather when he passed away. Five years prior I'd done a full body off restoration on the car which included everything under the sun. I had it repainted with original color which was a sort of light pink-ish champagne. The luxury car had come with every option available including power door locks-windows-steering and brakes, 6-way power seats, automatic headlight dimmer and what was then called auto-pilot. Even the rear view mirrors had an auto adjust feature. It had factory air, the best radio available and a built in record player of all things. The interior was white leather, the car powered by a 413 wedge engine. I'd shown the car quite a bit at local shows and had trophied there and at the state shows and the annual GoodGuys car shows the past 3 years. I chose to take the Chrysler because the backseat of the Aston Martin would require someone to sit on the hump. Besides the big old thing was fun to drive if for nothing else other than the looks it garnered. I pulled into Jazz's driveway and she came out onto her porch immediately. The expression on her face was hilarious, her hands at her mouth in total surprise. Cobie was right behind her and behind him his older brother Dixon. Dixon was a stone cutie. Slightly shorter than Justin his blonde hair was a little darker than Cobie's and kept shorter on the sides and a little longer on top. Bright blue eyes with thick brows and lashes were at the top, a beautiful set of slightly pink and full lips at the bottom. In between a light smattering of freckles went across the bridge of a narrow but well-proportioned nose. Cobie ran toward me and since his arms were outstretched I scooped and swooped, spinning around with the boy in my arms, he laughing giddily all the way. I set him down and introduced Bethany to Jazz, then Cobie and Dixon and as I said his name I reached my hand out and the boy took it. "I'm Decker," I said and with a winning smile the boy answered with, "So I hear. Nice to meet you. Sorry I wasn't here last night." Dixon's voice was still slightly high pitched but was slowly working its way into young adulthood. I loved it. "Well it looks like I may be sticking around awhile so it'll work out." "I damn sure hope so." "What are we going to do Decker," Cobie asked, his arms still around my neck. "We that's a surprise but it will be a 4 hour trip getting there so if you need something to keep you occupied you better grab it." I set Cobie down so he and his brother could go inside. "You are a mystery man," Jazz said, then to Bethany, "I'm glad to have another girl around Bethany." "Me too Jasmine," my daughter replied. I could see that she was taken by Jazz right off the bat. The lady was smoking hot for sure. "You can call me Jazz if you like sweetie," Jasmine told her. Jazz went inside the front door but was back in moments with a small travel bag, the boy's right behind her. We piled in the car, my guests extolling its size and how nice it was. I shocked them by having the record player slide out from under the dashboard. At lunch we all got to know each other a little more. Bethany had chosen to sit next to Jazz and both boys braced me. At one point Cobie put his hand on my thigh, and fairly high up which didn't go unnoticed by Dixon. The older boy engaged me in conversation, talking about sports and other things we might have in common. "Mom says you fly an airplane too Decker." I said that I did. "Gosh do you think we could go flying sometime? I've never been in a plane before." I told him that we definitely would. Needless to say when we pulled into the small airport both boys got pretty animated as did their mother. I went the ling of hangers and onto the tarmac and parked in front of our hanger where my manager Cal was waiting for us as was the Hawker. We got out, I shook hands with Cal. Nobody had to pee so we headed straight for the place. The interior of the Hawker is pretty plush, all tan vinyl seats and dark carpet. Beth helped the boys get buckled. I told Jazz that she could ride co-pilot but she asked if she could defer for now and maybe let Dixon take that seat. I was more that okay with that. I got the boy buckled in and adjusted the headset for him then proceeded to do get the plane fired up. Cal had already done all the pre-flight as well as having started the plane and got it warmed up. Typically I would have done it all but I trusted Cal implicitly. Still I did a cursory check. I explained some of the gauges and screens to Dixon then got permission to take off and less than 10 minutes later we were lifting off. I got us to cruising speed and put the plane on auto-pilot then turned to Dixon. "Having fun?" The grinned and nodded his head. "Yeah, this is awesome." I asked if he wanted to fly the plane and the look of shock was almost hilarious but I kept a straight face. He threw out the usual and Obvious objections but I patiently explained the safety features, as in, I still had full control, and the fact that he wouldn't really be doing anything. "I dunno," he said cautiously. "Well, I tell you what, maybe a little later okay?" He nodded his head. I went about pointing out some of the other electronic equipment and its usage to him. About 15 minutes into the cruising altitude of 30 thousand feet Jazz came forward and asked if Dixon would swap places with her. A moment later she was parked in the co-pilot's seat. "What a delightful little girl you have Decker," she said. "She and Cobie seem to have hit off quite nicely as well." I thanked and told her that I felt the same way about her boys and that Dixon seemed just a sweet as his little brother. Jazz nodded her head. "He is pretty taken with you too Decker. Of course Cobie relating last nights' adventures created a great deal of interest but that aside, he still likes you." I felt good about that. "Care to tell me where we're headed?" I shook my head. "Nope, it's a surprise but I promise you will be excited and you'll love it." She chuckled and said she had no doubt. Where were headed was Puerto Penasco Mexico, also known as Rocky Point. The town of about 50 thousand was in the Sonora region of Baja about 100 miles south of the US border, and sits on the east side of the Sea of Cortez also known as the Gulf of California. Back in the late 1950's my grandparents bought an old run down hacienda that sat on almost a full acre of land on the beach in what is now called old town. Over the years they had acquired 2 lots on each side of theirs, allowing the owners lifetime occupancy. The town had been pretty much nothing and had a very small population but now there are resorts and condos lining the beaches north of Old Town. My grandfather tore down the old structure and built a 6 bedroom 5 full and 2 half bathroom villa along with a swimming pool then put a 9 foot high 2 feet thick wall around 3 sides of it. The beach side was only 2 feet tall but sat atop an 8 foot tall sea wall. The top of the walls had large nails laid point up in it to keep birds off and people out, not that trespassers were a problem in Rocky Point. As the residents of the houses on each side died off he rented the houses out and over the years rebuilt them as well, doing much of it himself. My father had inherited the property when his father died and I got it from my father. We had traveled down there regularly throughout my childhood and as an adult I went down as often as possible. Having my own airplane and a fair amount of money certainly made it easy for that to happen. When I was a teen I had asked my dad why gramps had built such a huge house and dad said, "Because he could. It cost peanuts compared to what it would have in the states and he figured he may as well do it up big. Of course he'd planned on having family and friends come down too but that hadn't worked out the way he'd planned." Juanita's family had been watching over our property since the very beginning, she had taken over from her parents. My grandfather paid the family a monthly stipend for basically doing nothing except when my family was planning a trip down. That salary had risen and now I paid her $150 dollars a month which was a large enough sum. At one point after her father had passed away Juanita's mother was struggling and my grandfather had gifted the family a modest sum of money to help out. We eventually purchased the home they lived in and allowed them to live rent free. It was a nominal fee and worth every penny and they adored us. We were family. Juanita cleaned and if something needed repairing her husband Alberto fixed it or hired a trusted person to fix it. Prior to us coming down she would make sure that there were fresh vegetables, milk, meat and other victuals in the fridge and the pool cover would come off and if needed the pool cleaned. After we left she would wash the sheets and do a general house cleaning. The boy Pedro that Bethany had mentioned, was her grandson and what a delightful bundle of boy he had turned out to be. He was now 13 and we'd been having sex with him for at least 4 years. I loved watching him fuck Bethany and he loved getting fucked. If his grandmother was aware of our relationship she had never given any indication of it. The boy often stayed at the villa when we were there and while it was assumed that he was a houseboy and gofer he was more of a bed boy. I had all but planned on bringing him to the US for a visit and even possibly making college available to him, if and when the time came. Jazz and I continued to chat quietly and we could hear the kids chattering, laughing and playing like children do. Some 40 minutes later Cobie asked if he could sit in the co-pilot seat and Jazz gracefully moved to the cabin. I readjusted the head set to fit on the little boys' head and man oh man did he beam with pride. I took the time to explain the basics screens to the boy. "I think I would like to learn how to fly," he said with sincerity. I asked him if he wanted to try it right then and he got a frightened expression on his face, not unlike his brothers'. He was worried that he couldn't see out, about crashing us, among other things and I patiently explained that he didn't need to see and he wouldn't crash us. He finally nodded his head and I took us off auto-pilot and explained what he had to do. Of course the plane rose and dipped slightly but nothing to worry about. I had Cobie gently turn the yoke and he did so. I had him turn back on course, showing him how to read the Heading Director. I put the plane on auto pilot again. "How long have you been flying Decker," the youngling asked. I told him since I was Beth's age which shocked him so I explained. My grandfather had been a pilot and flew in WW II. He had founded our family owned flying company shortly after being discharged. My dad was also a pilot and flew during the Viet Nam conflict. I was instrument savvy by the time I was 6, could do pre-flight at the same age. I had the yoke in my hands when I was 7 and the rest is history. I soloed before I was legally supposed to but hell, I was an experienced pilot before I got pubic hair. I'd flown F14's for the Navy, got out and took over our flying business from my dad who'd suffered a heart attack before he was 50. Cobie finally went to the back to be replaced by Dixon who said that he was ready to try flying. I assumed that Cobie had bragged that he done it. I let Dixon take over the controls. A moment later I was given a course change and told Dixon to make it, explaining the heading director and how to follow it. The boy did fine. "See, nothing to it," I said and the boy grinned and said thanks. A little later he went back and Beth came up to give me a kiss and ask how much longer and I told her. She went back and Jazz came up. I was told to begin descent to 20 thousand and as we did the Pacific Ocean became more visible in the distance off to the right of the plane. It had been visible for half an hour and how no one noticed it was beyond me. "Jesus Decker, are we going to Mexico," Jazz asked. I nodded my head and said "Bingo," then explained the situation to her including Pedro, which helped peak her interest even more. "If you would please, tell the kids we'll be landing in 20 minutes. She was back in 3 minutes. "Seems the discussion has gotten around to sex and they're swapping stories. Both boys are groping their crotches." I commented that sex might be the first order of business once we got settled into the house. "I have no problem with that," Jazz responded with a smile, adding that, I also told the kids no show and tell until we got to where we're going." As stated, we landed 20 minutes later and I taxied to my private hanger where a Tan Jeep Sahara waited, a Latino teen standing alongside. As we shut the plan down the boy came forward. "That's César," I heard my daughter explain. Cobie commented how cute he was. Indeed the 15 year old was incredibly cute. And incredibly hung. The youngest son of another of the private owners of the airport, I had been engaging with the kid since before Beth had been born. He was a very versatile and enthusiastic lover, a true pan-sexual. A slender boy, not more than 5'7, César sported a thick 8¾ inches of uncircumcised cock and a set of plump low hanging balls that issued forth more cum than 2 adult males almost every time he spermed. The front of his shorts didn't do anything to hide his endowment. "Señor Decker, welcome home," the boy said with a smile large enough to show his glaring white back teeth. He wrapped his arms around me, kissed me on the mouth and patted my back, a typical greeting among close friends. He hefted Bethany into his arms and kissed her in the same manner, telling her how big she was even though he's seen her barely 2 months before. I introduced him to my guests and he chose to kiss them on each cheek, giving all of them a quick scan with his large dark eyes. "How long is your stay," he asked and I told him only a few days to which he gave me faux pout. "I was hoping to visit since we didn't have time on your last visit." Indeed, the boy had confided that he'd found a group of other youngsters that worshipped his cock and drained his young balls on a regular basis. I told him that I'd call his cell phone if we had time. That said, we piled in the Jeep and headed out. Jazz commented that nobody had checked our ID's. I explained that the airport was private/government owned and that my family had been one of the private owners since my grandfather's time. There was no need for any kind of customs or ID check with any of the owners. "You're just full of surprises aren't you Decker?" I nodded my head. Twenty minutes later we were driving through the heavy, slowly opening wooden gates into to my lush tropical compound. In a fairly typical Latin fashion the house was an off white, almost light tan, adobe styled 2 story red tile roofed villa. A circular cobblestoned courtyard wrapped around the obligatory fountain. Also typical were the smaller and infrequent windows on that, the back side of the villa. The inner facing walls were a different story. Large, lush trees and colorful foliage abounded offering shade and even more privacy. We entered the villa through a 9 foot tall 200 year old solid wood door that my grandfather had gotten from an old monastery and were in a 2 story vestibule. The interior floors were tiled or parquet wood, access to the large open and airy rooms was through wide arched doorways. A huge living room looked out onto the pool, more greenery and of course the Sea of Cortez. The front was open to the elements although there were floor to ceiling shuttered doors that could be closed if need be. Both levels were protected by deep verandas, the ground level even more so because there were no rooms on one side. The kitchen and dining areas were on that side and so if you went outside you were in a complete outdoor kitchen with grill, sink, a small reefer and outside dining area. Wide staircases went upstairs on each side of the vestibule to another large open living area. There were bedrooms on each wing of the villa with a full bedroom suite at the end of each wing that faced the beach, each with a small private deck. The master suite was in the left wing and guest suite on the right with 2 additional bedrooms rooms on each wing, Bethany's room next to mine. I took my guests on a tour and got plenty of oohs and aahs both inside and outside. As I said the entire grounds were lush with tropical vegetation. Lemon, mango, banana and orange trees had been planted 40 years before along with some banyan trees so now they offered plenty of shade as well as fruit. There were also gardens all along the wall, the Heleconia, Bird of Paradise, ginger and Ti plants as well as orchids offering a riot of color. Back in the house I offered soda's or water to everyone and saw that Juanita had left a large casserole dish of chicken enchiladas, a bowl of refried beans and another of tomatillo rice for dinner. "Now what," Cobie asked. "How about fucking," my daughter suggested and immediately pulled her dress up and off, revealing that she wasn't wearing any panties. The boys stared openly at her hairless pussy. It was a testament to their control that they didn't begin stripping right then and there. Instead they looked to their mother for permission. I just chuckled. I was also not a little amazed that she'd made it the past 5 hours without showing the boys her smooth hairless little girl slit. And that was a testimony to her control. "Go ahead," Jazz said and in moments both boys were naked as the proverbial jaybirds, Cobie as hard as stone, his smooth young boner all but quivering in front of his taut little tummy. Dixon was an almost perfect specimen of boy. The little hottie wasn't fully hard but about half way there. He looked like he'd go 5½ inches when he finally reach full tumescence. The patch of hair at the base of his cock was dark blonde and sparse, probably not more than 7-8 months old. His balls were deliciously medium sized eggs that hung nicely below his cock in a totally smooth hairless sac. He didn't even have hair encroaching onto the top of his bag, which would be normal at his stage of development. Jazz and I watched as our children came together to investigate and explore each other's young bodies. By that time Dixon had indeed reached full engorgement and his red tipped young boner reach the guessed at length. Cobie was the first to drop to his knees to explore my daughter's pussy, Bethany stepping one foot out farther to open her young split to the boy. "It's so soft and smooth," the young boy said quietly as he rubbed a finger up and down Beth's pussy, "and her clitty is so tiny." "Let's sit on the sofa," Beth suggested and the three kids did exactly that. I had replaced the furniture in that room with water and body fluid resistant tweed like sofas and chairs. They were done in a Scotch type of pattern using off-whites, tan, greys, and a faint blue, the latter being the least predominant color. My grandfather had used all leather furniture which tended to be too cold on bare flesh and while neither he nor my father likely put their bare flesh down, my family did most of the time. Beth sat in the middle with a boy on each side and while one of them played with her pussy she played with the other's raging boner. They took turns, nobody hogging anyone else. Dixon was the first to kiss her and it only took a moment before their heads were tilted and each had a hand at the back of the other's head. Soft moans could be heard from all 3 of them. "Can I lick your pussy Beth," Cobie asked. "Of course you can silly, that's what it's there for." The little boy got between her legs, pushed my daughter's legs open and shoved his face up against her pussy and went to town. "Maybe I can suck on your boner Dixon," Bethany said so the boy moved and got to his knees alongside of her. Beth started by feeling up the teens' balls causing him to moan softly. "You got a really cute cock and balls Dixon. I can hardly wait to feel your boner in my cunt." I swear that the boys' eyes all but rolled to the back of his head. Jazz and I watched as my daughter took her son's cock into her mouth and began sucking him. Bethany put her hands on the boys' deliciously tight little ass and pulled him to her, taking the entire thing into her mouth until her nose was in his sparse moss patch. I was proud of my baby girl. She could get a lot of cock in her mouth. We could hear both boys moaning softly as they worked and got worked. "Ya wanna trade out Dixie," his little brother asked. Dixon gently took his cock from my daughter's mouth. "You got a tasty cock Dixon," she said, "I definitely want more of it." The boys traded and Dixon went for Bethany's pussy like a true pussy lover. He peeled her lips open and began licking and sucking everything his tongue or lips could find. Cobie stood in front of Beth's face and squatted down. We couldn't actually see her mouth engulf but we could see the boys' tiny butt as he moved it to and fro, fucking my daughter's face. We could see the sides of his tender little butt cheeks dimple as he pressed forward and fill back out when he moved back. Jesus it was hot. "What say we join them," Jazz asked. My answer was to stand and begin to strip.