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Margaret was still intensely curious about the incestuous scene she had witnessed in her son's bedroom as she padded back down the hall in the nude to her own bedroom but acknowledged there would be plenty of time to ask questions later. She had bigger fish to fry at the moment, and she felt herself trembling with both uncertainty and barely suppressed raw, sexual desire as she stepped through the doorway of her bedroom, giving John a tentative smile as she pulled the door closed behind her.
John was, per her instructions, lying on the bed, totally naked. One hand was idly stroking his cock which had swollen to its gargantuan, fully erect state, and Margaret found it difficult to tear her eyes away from his improbably massive organ long enough to look into his eyes.
"The kids alright?" John asked with a lurid gleam in his eyes.
"I'd say they are more than alright," Margaret snickered. "Brad was enthusiastically fucking his sister and my daughter was riding my son's cock just as eagerly. And it almost looked like Keith had one hand up Melissa's ass, but she didn't appear to be in any sort of pain or discomfort, so I probably imagined that," she added, shaking her head.
"I had heard some indications that she might actually enjoy that sort of thing," John allowed in a neutral voice.
"Well, if she does, she comes by that tendency honestly," Margaret blurted before she could stop herself and felt herself blushing furiously at her brazen confession.
"Oh, really?" John smiled with an unmistakeable leer. "That's very good to know. Margaret," he went on in a serious vein, "I want to learn everything about you and especially everything that turns you on sexually. Please don't ever be shy or embarrassed to tell me anything like that. Besides," he added with a wry grin, "That's something I occasionally enjoy myself."
"Oh, I am so glad you told me that!" Margaret murmured with relief as she climbed onto the bed and snuggled up under his welcoming arm. "I love learning about what turns you on just as much!" Then her words were cut off as John turned to embrace her and kiss her deeply.
Their kiss grew more and more passionate the longer it went on, their hands roaming freely up and down the length of each other's bodies, caressing and sensuously teasing their nude flesh. Margaret reveled in being able to fully touch her lover without being limited by the confines of a car seat or even John's living room sofa, running her hand through the curly hairs on his chest and down his abdomen. She found her fingers straying more and more frequently to touch the silky warmth of his stupendous male organ, returning again and again to stroke and explore the head and shaft, making John groan with excitement into her mouth as their tongues thrust and writhed together.
For his part, John's fingers were more and more focused on Margaret's very large, pendulous breasts, teasing the nipples into full erection, before his hand would slither back down the plump roll of her tummy to worm into the freshly shaved smoothness of her vulva. By now Margaret was nearly beside herself with yearning and raw lust, so when John finally made contact with her completely turgid clit, Margaret jerked involuntarily and then, to her utter astonishment, began coming, her body shuddering as soft, whimpering cries emerged from her mouth where John's tongue was still lewdly plunging.
As soon as the totally unexpected orgasm had subsided, Margaret pulled her face back to stare at John, wild-eyed. "H- how did you do that?!!" she cried. "You barely touched me and you made me come!"
John raised his eyebrows. "I wondered. That's not a bad thing, is it?" he asked, sounding concerned.
"My God, no!" Margaret chuckled weakly. "It's just, well, no one has ever, ever had that kind of effect on me!" She managed to stop herself just in time from blurting out that not even Stephanie had been able to make her come that fast their first time together.
"Well, after that scene on the dance floor not only what we were looking at but also doing ourselves - you might have been just a little worked up," John replied with a droll expression. "Not to mention it sounds like you saw a pretty hot scene with our kids a couple of minutes ago."
At that moment, the sounds of Stephanie screaming in the throes of orgasmic passion was clearly audible filtering in through the closed bedroom door. Margaret and John stared at each other for a long moment and suddenly both broke out in uncontrollable laughter. "Yep, definitely a hot scene," John commented with a droll expression once both he and Margaret had recovered. "I can definitely understand why you might have been just a little bit excited when you came back in here."
"Not to mention what the sight of you lying in my bed at last with that gorgeous, sexy body with that humongous cock sticking straight up did to me," Margaret murmured softly.
"Okay, fine, I'll accept that," John chuckled modestly. "So what I think," he murmured as he began to slide down Margaret's voluptuous body, bestowing a series of small licks and kisses as he went, "Is that you really need to come a few more times to get settled down before we get to the main event." And with that, his face had reached the point even with her crotch. He gently but very firmly pulled her fleshy thighs apart and plunged his face into her freely oozing cunt, lapping up and down the length of her dripping slit.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Margaret groaned. "That's- hunnngghhh! That's not fair! If you're going to- ohhh! Do that to me- hoh! At least turn around so- hunnggghh! I can suck that beautiful cock- oh, God! At the same time!"
With a low, muffled chuckle, John hoisted his lanky body up enough to shift so his jutting erection was in front of Margaret's lips. She wasted no time enclosing the huge, rubbery head and tonguing it thoroughly, making him groan with pleasure as well when she pushed her tongue into the piss hole and ran it around the sensitive flare of the head. For several minutes, Margaret focused on trying to give her lover just as much pleasure as he was bringing her, swallowing as much of the length of his cock deeply down her throat as she could given the less-than-optimal angle, but judging by the way John would gasp each time, she figured he was appreciating the treatment.
It wasn't long before Margaret could feel the warning tingles presaging another orgasm. She wanted to be sure she was able to keep John from coming as well, since she had definite plans that involved him filling her vagina to overflowing with his massive load of semen, so she kept one hand firmly caressing his heavy balls to gauge how close he was to a climax. It was as well she did, for just as she felt another orgasm erupt within her quivering pussy, John's balls started to draw up towards his body.
Margaret hastily withdrew his cock from her mouth, which also allowed her to cry out freely as wave after wave of electric joy shot up and down her lush, writhing body. John continued to lap and lick her cunt, returning every couple of seconds to buzz her rhythmically throbbing clit, which had the effect of making yet another climax launch almost before the previous one had finished.
Margaret realized that if she didn't take drastic action, he was going to drive her into unconsciousness from successive climaxes, and she most definitely did not want that to happen, not now! "No! Stop!" she gasped loudly.
John instantly raised his head, looking at her with alarm. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
"N-no, my love," she panted, desperately trying to suck in enough oxygen to talk. "Need you! Your cock! In my pussy! Now!"
"I guess it is time, isn't it," he chuckled deeply, his own voice thick with arousal. He quickly shifted back around, pausing briefly before mounting her to ask, "This way okay?"
"Oh, God, John! Just do it! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt with that great big cock! I can't wait any longer!" Margaret hissed, reaching up with both arms to pull him on top of her as she spread her thick thighs apart widely. There was a moment of agonizing wait as he positioned his prick against the opening of her cunt.
And then, with one firm, smooth motion, he plunged his gargantuan prick all the way into Margaret's achingly yearning cunt hole. Margaret gasped with excited pleasure and John's eyes flew open wide in surprise. "Damn!" he murmured, a beatific smile spreading inexorably across his face.
"What? What is it?" Margaret panted, every nerve ending up and down the length of her vagina screaming for joy as she felt herself filled up more completely than she ever had before.
"I- I've never been able to get all the way into any woman's pussy before," he marveled, shaking his head in delighted wonder.
"What? Never?" Margaret exclaimed.
"No," he affirmed as he withdrew his enormous prick partway and plunged it in again even more deeply, making Margaret's eyes roll up in her head and an involuntary exhalation burst from her lips. "It feels incredible!"
"Well, it sure feels- hoh! Pretty damn incredible to me, too!" Margaret gasped. "I've never felt anything quite like it!"
"Huh," John replied with a bemused expression as he began to rhythmically thrust in and out of Margaret's welcoming pussy. "Does that mean something's come close?"
"I'll show you later, my love!" Margaret promised. "All I know is that we're made for each other! As if I didn't know that already," she added in a softer voice, her body jiggling with each new plunge of John's cock as it buried itself to the hilt inside her. She could both feel and hear the slap of his large, heavy balls against her butt cheeks with each new thrust.
"You're absolutely right, my incredible woman," John nodded, his face growing serious despite the look of raw lust raging in his eyes. "Were are made for each other."
With each incredibly deep penetration, John's pubic bone was slamming into Margaret's still very sensitive clit. "John, baby?" she gasped. "I- hoh! I'm about to- hunnggghhh! About to start- oh, God! To start coming! K-keep fucking me- hunnggghhh! My love! Oh, God! Oh, fuck! I've never- hoh! My God! Keep fucking me- ohhhhh! I may- hungggh! May black out! Just- hoh! Just keep going- haggghhh! Fill me up! Fill me all the way up! Oh, God! Here comes the first one! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Haaaaggggghhhhhhhhh!" she howled as a massive orgasm ripped into her plump, curvaceous body, making her back and hips raise completely off the mattress for a moment, her arms flailing weakly at her sides as her fingers clenched and released of their own volition.
John kept pumping away, mesmerized by the wanton, uninhibited way his lover gave herself completely to her climax. "Oh, God! Oh, God! Here comes another one! Haaaaaiiieeeeeee!" Margaret squealed shrilly as another round of white-hot electric jolts of pleasure coursed up and down her spasmodically jerking frame. "Hunnnggghhh! Hunnnnggghhh! Hunnnnggggh!" she grunted, her eyes flying open suddenly. "Oh, God! It's coming! It's coming! A big one!" she warned. "Ohhh, God! Do it, John! Come in me! Come in me now! I- oh, God! I- aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as her body exploded in a series of uncontrollable shudders, wracking her from head to toe. Her head was flung back, her eyes clenched shut, and her lips were pulled back in a tight rictus, air hissing loudly in and out of her mouth and nostrils as she shook and trembled.
Margaret could feel her consciousness starting to slip when, to her heartfelt gratitude, John's cock began to convulse regularly inside her rhythmically constricting vagina and he began to squirt jet after powerful jet of semen into her. Despite her orgasmic haze, she could actually feel each shot of his load slamming into her cervix, and she could even feel it start to drip from the entrance to her cunt hole from the massive quantity of jism overflowing her vagina. She felt a deep, profound sense of completeness, of utter `rightness' and knew, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that this was the man she was always meant to be with.
And then Margaret felt her bladder loosen involuntarily, squirting warm urine all over John's cock and balls and joining the large gobbets of semen on the sheet below. Any possible embarrassment she might have felt, however, was swallowed up in the wave of blackness that suddenly consumed her.
Margaret came to slowly, puzzled for a moment by the deliciously langorous, tingly feeling throughout her body until she recalled the events that had led to that sensation. She blinked to clear her eyes and saw John's handsome face peering down at her from above, a soft, tender look in his eyes. "Well, hello again," he murmured with a smile. "Everything okay?"
Margaret realized that she must not have been out long for she could still feel the heaviness of John's not yet flaccid cock filling up her vagina and she beamed back up at him. "My love, I can honestly say I have never felt better in my life. That was- that was- I can't even come close to describing how wonderful I feel! I knew I wanted you more than anything in the world, and I was even pretty sure that we were perfect for each other at least I wanted to believe it," she grinned weakly. "But nothing, nothing prepared me for that! You took me completely, body, mind, and soul, John," she explained seriously. "I've never been loved like that before in my life, and all I can think of is the next time we get to do that again!"
"Wow," John murmured, looking impressed. "And I've never had anyone say anything like that to me in my life afterwards, either. I feel the same way, Margaret," he went on in an earnest tone, his eyes gleaming with upwelling tears. "Watching you come like that is there just aren't words, my love. It's like, you simply accept what's happening to you totally, nothing held back, your whole being thrown into that moment of incredible pleasure."
"So you're not upset with me passing out again?" Margaret asked, chewing her lip worriedly.
"My God, no!" the wiry man shook his head in the negative. "That's what I was trying to tell you; the way you just let your orgasms completely consume and overwhelm you is, well, I've never known anyone so completely free."
"Huh," Margaret replied thoughtfully. "I always just thought it was something that happened to me. I never thought about it being something I did because I was free."
"But it is," John insisted. "Most people always have to keep some kind of control; they hold back a part of themselves, even when they're being completely overpowerd by a climax. But you? You're in it totally, all of you," he explained earnestly. "Well, I just love it. And I love you, with all my heart!" he said with a lump of emotion in his throat.
"Ohhh, John!" Margaret whispered softly, pulling his face down to hers to kiss him tenderly. "I love you with all my heart, too." They kissed for a long moment until they were interrupted by John's cock, having softened too much to remain held inside her pussy, slipping out with a soft, wet, plopping noise. Margaret instantly felt a gush of viscous fluid pour out of her. "God! What a flood!" she giggled as their lips parted. "You really filled me up! Just like I asked you to," she purred with satisfaction.
John raised himself up on his arms to look down between their legs. "Yeah, sorry. I really made a mess on your bed."
"We both did, my love," Margaret said gently. "That was me totally pissing myself when I came, you know."
"I did notice that," John smiled. "Another thing I love about you."
"Really?" Margaret's face lit up in pleased surprise.
"Yeah, really," John assured her. "I think it's kind of sexy, and it's just another indication of how you completely get into your orgasms. Plus it felt nice, all that warm liquid bathing my balls while I was coming in you," he added with a suggestive leer.
"Oh, my!" Margaret fanned herself exaggeratedly. "The things you say to me, Mr. Muller."
John grinned and then a mischievous look rose in his eyes. He reached down into Margaret's crotch and slipped his finger into her sopping cunt hole, making her gasp. He then brought the glistening, thickly coated digit to his lips and sucked it clean, a look of sheer bliss on his face. "Just what I thought," he pronounced with a gleam in his eye. "We taste delicious together."
"Yeah?" Margaret asked, her own voice thickening with incipient desire once more. "Share, please," she begged.
"With pleasure!" John smiled. He dipped a pair of fingers into Margaret's come-filled cunt hole and removed them, a substantial, thick, creamy gob of jism clinging to them. Margaret parted her lips in anticipation and John pushed them into her mouth. The buxom redhead licked and sucked John's fingers greedily. As soon as he removed his fingers, Margaret reached up with both arms and pulled his face down to hers, kissing him deeply, pushing the combination of thick fluids in her mouth back into John's, sharing it with him as their tongues swirled and writhed in each other's mouth.
"Oh, that's nice," John murmured throatily as their lips parted. He quickly pushed the fingers back into Margaret's dripping vagina and they repeated the process several more times. Then John had the inspiration to allow the goo from his fingers to dribble down onto the large, creamy globes of her breasts, followed by licking it all off with much suckling on her nipples. This made Margaret giggle hysterically at first and then begin moaning with erotic pleasure, holding his head down firmly to her tits to encourage him to continue.
John obliged for a few moments, caressing her ample boobs with his hands while he sucked and nipped at her fully erect nipples, making Margaret gasp and writhe with sexual excitement. Then he began to sensuously kiss his way down her voluptuous body, spending considerable time tenderly kissing the curvaceous roll of fat on her abdomen. At first, it made Margaret acutely self-conscious of the excess weight she carried, but he continued his attentions to her tummy roll for so long that it finally dawned on her that he was sending her a clear message that he loved and appreciated her body exactly as it was. With that understanding, she relaxed in grateful appreciation, reveling in her lover's profound expression of love and desire for her.
But when John finally resumed his kissing journey down her body and she felt his tongue slither into her soft, dripping cunt slit, Margaret gasped, "Oh, God, yes! Do that!" She felt her hips rising up involuntarily in unconscious attempt to push more of her sensitive, semen filled pussy into his mouth. "Hunnngghhh!" she grunted in intense pleasure as she felt his powerful tongue plunge deeply into her cunt hole. "Ohhhh! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" she moaned. Even though this was not the first time he'd eaten her cunt, she never ceased to marvel at the difference between the feeling of his tongue compared to all her other lovers in their two families. His tongue was just so much stronger, not to mention longer, that the effect on her sensitive cunt flesh was electric.
And then John pulled her thighs up and moved his face into the crack of her ass, plunging that thick, strong tongue incredibly deeply past her puckered anal rosette. "Haaaaggghhh!" Margaret roared, desperately pulling his head into her, trying to force more and more of that amazing, wonderful tongue into her most private orifice. "Oh, fuck! That's- oh, God! What you do to me! Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes! Fuck my ass- hunnnggghhh! With your tongue! Now you know my secret! I love you in my ass!" she gasped wantonly.
With that coaching, John pushed a pair of fingers into her jism-filled cunt hole to lubricate them before pushing them firmly into her anus, plunging them deeply into her rectum while his tongue moved back up her vulva to bury itself briefly in her vagina before continuing up to lash her turgid clit.
"Aaaaaggghhhhh!" Margaret cried in delight, and her cries built into an excited scream as she felt John wriggle the embedded fingers in her sensitive bung hole. "Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! Oh, God! You're gonna'- hunnggghhh! Gonna' make me come- ohhhhh! Come again, baby! Oh, fuck, yes! Do that! Do that!" she shrieked as she felt John begin to simultaneously push his fingers in and out of her asshole while buzzing her clit with his powerful tongue at a furious pace. "Haaaaggghhh! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck me hard! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! So good! You make me feel- unnnggghhh! Feel so good, John! Oh, fuck! Here it comes! Here it comes! I can't- ohhhhh! I can't stop it! C-coming! Coming hard! I- haaaaaaaaiiiiiiieeeeeee!" she shrieked in an ear-splitting tone as her body began to shudder and convulse uncontrollably, jolts of ecstasy shooting rhythmically throughout her thick, jiggling body.
John continued to finger-fuck her ass while ravenously flicking the rock-hard nub of her throbbing clitoris with his thick tongue. Margaret felt another climax erupt within her even before the previous one had receded. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her entire back arched, heaving her fleshy body completely up off the damp mattress as it jerked spasmodically in the throes of one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever experienced in her life. She realized that she was almost certainly going to pass out once more, but was utterly helpless to prevent it so she simply accepted its inevitability as wave after wave of overpowering ecstatic sensation pounded onto her. When yet another climax launched under the relentless lashing of John's wonderful tongue, Margaret knew she was going under, feeling her bladder squirt of its own volition directly into John's mouth. The man continued to lap furiously at her quivering pussy, heedless of the pungent, golden liquid filling his mouth as Margaret suddenly, with a soft exhalation that was partly a groan and partly a sigh, collapsed, insensible, back onto the bed.
Margaret's eyes fluttered open to see John's face peering into her own intently. "Hello, you," he greeted her with an adoring look.
"Hello, yourself, my love," Margaret murmured. She discovered that she was being held comfortably in John's arms, one of his legs draped possessively over her waist, and she smiled contentedly, especially when she detected a powerful whiff of her own cunt's aroma in John's beard. "You smell like me," she giggled warmly, pushing her face into his beard and inhaling deeply.
"I smell like us, my love," John corrected with a grin. "And that is even better than either of us alone."
"Yes, it really is," Margaret agreed in heartfelt appreciation. She shook her head in wonder. "That last, uh, God! I've never felt anything remotely like how you made me come just now! You are simply an amazing lover!"
"I'd say we're amazing together. Almost like it's the destiny your daughter has been insisting it was from the beginning," John replied, fixing her with a gaze that was almost frightening in its intensity.
"Hmm, yes, Melissa has been rather intent on us getting together, hasn't she?" Margaret smiled with a twinkle in her eye before her expression turning serious. "But she's right, isn't she? This is really happening. Us, I mean," she clarified.
"Yes, my beloved, I believe with all my heart that it is," John confirmed, equally serious. "I'm already so incredibly in love with you that I can't understand how I managed to exist on this earth up to now without you in my life, let alone how I would go forward from now on without you."
Margaret felt the butterflies in her tummy, which had been masked by their earlier lustful desire for each other, resume all over again at John's frank confession. "I- I feel exactly the same way, John. So..." she hesitated, knowing that the time had arrived that she had been dreading, "What does that mean for us now?"
"Well, I guess for normal people, this is when we'd start talking seriously about the possibility of a life together," John replied as Margaret's heart leapt up for joy, "Only...well," he grimaced, "There's, um, well, you don't know everything about me," he went on, a worried frown creasing his face.
"Well of course not," Margaret answered with a frown of her own. "We've only really known each other for three or so weeks, though I have to say it feels like much longer than that based on the way I feel about you. And you don't know everything about me, either," she added hesitantly, feeling her confidence start to recede. "But we've got time to learn all about each other, don't we?"
"Yes, of course," he nodded, the frown persisting on his face. "But I'm not talking about how I like my toast buttered or which way you want the toilet paper roll put on," he explained, his attempt at lightening the mood sounding strained. "There are some really important things I need to explain about myself before you really commit to anything serious."
"John, it's a little too late for that," Margaret responded ruefully. "I'm already way too far gone to simply decide I should just look for someone else. Besides, I can't imagine what you could tell me that would discourage me. You're not still married to someone else, are you?" she asked suddenly with a look of alarm. "An axe murderer? A closet Nazi?"
"No, no, nothing like that," he chuckled weakly. "And no, I was only ever married to Kim. No, it's, uh, well, something sexual. Something that a lot of people would call perverted," he added with a pleading look.
"Oh, is that all?" Margaret laughed with a mixture of relief and wild hope surging in her breast. Her heart began to thud crazily in her chest. "John, I can honestly say that whatever it is, it won't offend me and might even turn me on like crazy. I've gotten to know you well enough that whatever it is that turns you on, it's not going to be anything I can't handle. I already know you're bi and that you used to like to swing, and I don't have any problem with that. And I've never seen the slightest hint of any streak of cruelty or desire to hurt or humiliate your sex partners, which would be the only thing I would have to draw the line at. Besides, I know you're a really, really good man just based on how wonderful your kids are. People who have something seriously wrong with them don't raise children as happy and loving as yours. So," she concluded firmly, "Just tell me the big secret. I promise I won't be horrified, whatever it is!" she laughed weakly.
John was silent for a long moment as if screwing up his courage before finally trusting himself to speak. "Well, uh, how do you feel about incest?" he asked in a voice so soft it was nearly inaudible.
Margaret felt her heart soar with hope but she couched her reply carefully. "I think it really depends, John. I don't think there's anything inherently wrong with it, if that's what you mean. I think it's awful if it's done against someone else's will, but then the issue isn't the incest but the fact that it's forced. And," she went on, realizing that the time had arrived for her to put her own cards on the table, "I also think that when it involves people who love each other very and only want to express that love physically and bring pleasure to their loved ones but who just happen to be related to each other, it can be one of the most beautiful things imaginable." There! She'd said it; let John make of it what he would.
To her delight, the frown disappeared off John's face to be replaced by a look of sheer joy. "You do understand! Oh, my love, you wouldn't believe how much I hoped you would feel that way! Does that mean you've, uh, actually experienced incest firsthand, or is your opinion just theorectical?" he asked.
"Yes, John, I've been involved in incest, and very happily so, I might add," Margaret confessed, her heart in her throat. "You?"
"Yes, Margaret," John admitted with a nod. "Would you be horrified to learn that I've had sex with both my children?"
"Oh, my Lord, no!" Margaret laughed giddily. "And in the case of Stephanie, not even the slightest bit surprised. I figured a while ago that was going on, just from the way you two behave around each other and I heartily approve, by the way," she added with an encouraging smile. "Brad, I hadn't considered," she confessed honestly with a thoughtful look, "But I suppose that shouldn't have surprised me, either. I mean, I knew you were bi and if you got past the whole `incest is evil' thing with your daughter, it stands to reason that you would have gotten involved with Brad. Plus, the way Brad already seems so completely comfortable with Keith in particular and bisexuality in general, I realize that if I'd spent more than a few minutes thinking about it I would have understood that Brad must have been lovingly encouraged to explore that aspect of his sexuality. So no," she concluded, "I'm not horrified in the slightest; in fact I'm delighted and I completely understand. Both your children are so loving and so irresitably sexual, how could you not want to share that love? Is that all?" she prompted, waiting to see if he had any more confessions before she acknowledged her own perverted activities.
"Uh, not quite. There's more," John admitted, the worried frown creasing his brow once more.
"Really? Oh, goody!" Margaret giggled. "If it's anything like what you just told me, I can't wait!"
"You, uh, you may not feel the same way after this," John warned. "The, uh, the fact is, I've been having sex with both of your kids, too."
Margaret stared at him for a prolonged moment as all the implications of his confession sank in. Then she threw back her head into a loud, hearty guffaw.
"Is that funny?" John asked with a flummoxed look.
"Hilarious!" Margaret answered through her ongoing laughter. Tears of relief and amusement streamed down her face. "Oh, John! I've been having sex with your kids as well as mine, too. We've been fucking like crazed bunnies all week!"
"Really?!!" John blinked rapidly several times before a huge grin spread across his face. "But- but that's wonderful! Incredible! Better than I'd ever dreamed! I was so worried that I'd have to spend weeks or months persuading you that I wasn't a horrible pervert and maybe eventually convince you to join in, and here you've been doing the same thing I have!" He shot her a wry look. "And yes, my week babysitting them ended up with us all having frequent and amazing sex together. Although it did take a few days to get everyone on board with it," he added.
"Oh, really?" Margaret laughed, absolutely giddy with relief. "We really are perfect for each other and yes, I have to agree this was totally destined to happen. Oh, you have got to tell me all about it! How did it start? When did it start? Tell me everything!" she blurted excitedly before she frowned suddenly. "Only why didn't any of the kids say a thing to me?" she wailed loudly. "I've been so terrified all week about how you would react when I told you how I'd been abusing your children. Oooh! I'm gonna' kill Melissa!" she growled. "I practically begged her to tell me that I didn't need to worry, and all she would say was to relax, it was destiny, and everything would be fine. If she'd just let me know you were doing the same thing, it would have spared me days of terror!"
"Well," John answered thoughtfully, "I've been just as terrified and none of the kids gave as much as a hint to me, either. But before you rip your daughter a new one, maybe we should just ask why she chose not to share that information. Melissa has shown herself to be very caring and very sensible, way beyond her years if I may say so. So she might have had some very good reasons that we should hear from her before we pass judgment ourselves, hmmm?" he smiled gently.
"Yes, yes, you're right, of course," Margaret acknowledged, abashed. "Sorry. I suppose I can't be too angry since it it all worked out. Do you know?" she asked with an impish look, "Melissa actually coached me to wait to tell you everything until after we'd fucked for the first time. She claimed that you'd be so besotted with me once you'd fucked me that you wouldn't dump me no matter what I confessed," she shrugged self-consciously.
"Well, she definitely got that right!" John laughed aloud. "What we just did will be one of the high points of my life for as long as I live. And, uh, she gave me the exact same coaching, if you can believe it," he winced.
"Oh, I can believe it!" Margaret shook her head knowingly. She looked up at John with a startled expression. "This has all been down to her, hasn't it? She's engineered all of this!"
John smiled warmly. "I wouldn't call it so much `engineered' as having a very clear vision of what she wanted and she managed to get all the rest of us to believe in that dream, too. But yes, I think we all owe a great debt of gratitude to that amazing, beautiful, sexy girl of yours."
"She is sexy, isn't she," Margaret smiled with a wistful expression. She looked back at John. "I'm so glad you've been able to have her, too. It actually makes me feel closer to both of you."
"I feel exactly the same way, my love," John replied. He raised his eyebrows. "So was she the one who started it all with you? I'm dying to know how and when it all began with you, too," he grinned.
"Fair enough," Margaret laughed. Then a strange look crossed her face. "My love, I, uh, actually have to pee now and, well, the rule here has been that no one leaves this bed to piss you have to pee right here in the bed, preferably on or in one of the two redheads who are totally turned on by pee. Would you mind if I let loose?"
"God, no!" John laughed. "I already noticed the platic mattress cover you put on your bed. We had to do the same thing at my house, thanks to Melissa and her, well, pissing proclivities. So by all means, piss away. In fact, now that you mention it," he added with a sidelong look, "I think I kind of need to as well."
"Right here, my love," Margaret pointed at her mouth. "Don't even ask any more, okay? Just put your cock in my mouth and start pissing. Unless, of course, my daughter is here and calls dibs first," she added dryly.
"Got it," John snorted with an amused expression. "Here, I've got an idea," he said then with a bit of a leer as he pushed himself away from Margaret's body and knelt beside her on the bed. "Let me lift up your legs so you can pee on yourself while I'm pissing into your mouth. Would you like that?"
"I sure would, my love!" Margaret grinned happily. "I love the way you think! Not to mention the fact that you're willing to go along with my kinky fetish." She heaved her buttocks upward and braced herself on her arms underneath.
"Well, we've all had some time to get accustomed to playing with pee thanks to Melissa," John grinned apologetically. "In fact, I have to say I've gotten pretty used to getting a mouthful or a bedful of piss whenever she's involved in the sex."
"Okay, yes, I can understand that," Margaret murmured. "Good to know she's broken you in nicely. Oh, that's perfect, love," she nodded as John pulled her legs back over her head so her vulva was directly over her face. "I'm ready, baby. Flood me!" she urged.
John pushed his soft prick up to Margaret's lips, which she parted eagerly to accept the head of it into her mouth. After a moment's concentration, a strong flow of acrid urine began to fill her mouth. She started swallowing but allowed a lot of the golden liquid to spill out and down her cheeks, loving the feeling of being completely awash in John's pee. Once his cock was steadily pissing into her mouth, Margaret allowed her own bladder to release. Immediately a shower of pee splashed down all over her face, shoulders, and breasts, as well as getting onto John's cock, balls, and hairy stomach. She rocked her hips back and forth to spray them both more broadly and was gratified to hear John chuckling at her playfulness.
As the stream of warm liquid from the tip of John's dick abated, Margaret allowed her hips to lower, causing the remainder of her flow to spill out over her tummy and pussy. Once her butt was resting firmly on the mattress again, she rubbed her hands up and down the length of her torso, spreading the glistening drops of urine all over her body. "Mmmm," she purred, looking up at John with gleaming eyes. "Thank you for indulging me, my love!"
"Oh, it was definitely my pleasure, love. You are such an amazing, beautiful, and sexy woman, and a never-ending source of excitement and arousal," he assured her gallantly. "And now, I can't wait to hear about how all this started for you, and yes, I'll tell you my tale, too. But first, I was really intrigued by a comment you made earlier, something about you having experienced something like my cock. Do you mind telling me what that was about?" he asked with a sidelong glance.
"I don't mind, sexy man," Margaret giggled softly. "Open up that top drawer in the nightstand and see if you can spot your competition."
With a bemused expression, John shifted over to the edge of the bed and pulled open the nightstand drawer. He gave a low whistle. "Quite a collection," he commented.
"My love, until three weeks ago, what you see there was the full extent of my sex life," Margaret replied self-consciously.
"I was impressed, not critical," John said mildly. "Oh! Okay, I think I've found it."
"That's it, baby," Margaret giggled as John held up her enormous black dildo. "See any resemblance?"
John perused the immense sex toy with a droll look. "Hmm," he said at last, "I don't know whether to feel flattered or intimidated. This is a lot bigger than I am."
"It is not!" Margaret flatly insisted. "If anything, you're even longer when you're fully hard. At least, you fill up my cunt much better than that thing ever did. But now you can see how I'd been practicing for you before I even met you...and how I knew I'd be able to deep throat you, too," she added, feeling her cheeks burn at her brazenness.
"Yeah?" he asked, looking at her with a decidedly aroused glint in his eye. "I wouldn't mind seeing that."
"Give it here, if you don't believe me," Margaret replied with a challenging grin. Once John passed over the giant dildo and knelt beside her for a close-up view, Margaret carefully licked up and down the length of the shaft and, with a wicked smile at John, pushed it all the way into her cunt hole with ease, both to prove a point and to give it an extra bit of flavor, causing John to gulp audibly. Giving him a sidelong glance to be sure he was watching closely, she tipped her head back and slowly lowered the dildo into her open mouth. She paused briefly before pushing it into her throat to breathe deeply several times so she wouldn't run out of air, and then, with a firm push accompanied by a determined swallow, rammed it all the way down her gullet so that only the flat base of the toy was visible above her distended lips.
"Hmm-hmm?" she asked, pulling both hands away so it was obvious to John's gaze that she really had the entire length of it down her throat.
"Damn, girl!" John swore appreciatively. "You really make me feel like I hit the sexual lottery!"
Flushing with pride at his praise, Margaret extracted the giant dildo from her throat, holding it up to John's inspection once more. "Okay, you win. You're the hottest thing on two legs, no contest," he chuckled, his eyes gleaming with renewed lust. "You're, uh, you're welcome to keep making use of that thing if you'd like while you start telling me about how and when you started having sex with your kids...and mine," he grinned.
"Oh, so that's how it is, huh? You're a man who likes his woman to put on a show," Margaret gave him a knowing glance. "Well, since you should know by now that I will always, always do anything you ask me to, of course I will. Why don't you hold me in your arms again the way you were doing before," she smiled, scooting up beside him. "That really did feel nice."
John shifted his body to enfold her lush form in his embrace. Margaret uttered a deep sigh of bliss and snuggled in as close to him as she could before reaching down with the huge, black dildo and pushing it easily into her vagina, whose flow of sexual secretions had begun again freely with her renewed arousal. "See?" she murmured, "Now that you got me all stretched out first, it goes right in, no problem. You're definitely bigger, my love. Take it from one who knows."
"Okay, I defer to your obviously superior expertise on the subject," John chuckled throatily, his eyes seemingly unable to tear themselves away from the sight of the immense toy repeatedly disappearing all the way inside Margaret's body. "I should probably confess that this isn't the first time I've seen a dildo like that one," he mumbled cautiously.
"Oh?" Margaret asked, sounding highly intrigued.
"Yeah, it was Melissa, if you must know," he admitted. "When I promised to buy vibrators for everyone in the family, Melissa begged me to get a dildo of exactly that size and dimensions. She claimed it would help her and Stephanie keep in practice to take me in all their holes." A sudden look dawned on his face. "That's what was going on!" he blurted.
"What was?" Margaret asked, fascinated.
"When I did bring it home and looking at yours I realize I must have purchased the exact same model," he smiled, "Keith started to say something like, `That's just like-` and Melissa suddenly shushed him. I hadn't a clue at the time, but now I get that he was about to say it was just like yours!" he laughed.
"Hmmm, is that so?" Margaret answered with a dry look. "Why am I not surprised that my horny daughter was the one who put you up to it? Well, thank you for sharing that little tidbit," she nodded, looking please. "Every little bit you tell me helps me build up the whole picture in my mind."
"I'm glad," John smiled, looking relieved. "So, I'm dying to know was it Melissa who really started all this?"
"Actually, I guess it was," Margaret began, her eyes faraway at the memory, "Although it was really Keith that I had my first real family sex with. But apparently, it all started that same day that Melissa stayed over at your house? When you took them to the dance? You remember?"
"Oh, I remember that night," John answered huskily. "That's when things really got going in my household, too."
"Really?" Margaret's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "So all of this you, me, our kids all of this has been in the past three weeks?!!! My God!" she murmured. "That really does lend a lot of support to Melissa's idea that this was all destined to happen."
"Yes, it really does," John agreed softly. "Anyway, you were saying something about that day of the dance?" he prompted.
"Yes, well it turns out I found all this out only afterwards that Melissa and Keith had both gotten home early from school that day, and Melissa caught her brother jerking off on his bed. She seems to have found the experience, well, deeply moving, shall we say? I'm still not sure of all the details; something about Keith then interrupting his sister while she was masturbating like crazy in the shower, and them managing to tear the bathtowels off each other, with the end result that they ended up naked on Melissa's bed with Keith on top of her supposedly trying to tickle her, only the more she squirmed, the more his hands managed to get around her tits and before he could stop himself, he'd come all over her back!" she snorted. "And get this instead of being grossed out or shocked, she was furious because she hadn't gotten to see it happen! It sounded like from that moment on, Melissa was determined that Keith was going to be the one to take her virginity and as far as she was concerned, it couldn't happen soon enough to suit her."
"Dang! I'd never heard this story before," John admitted, squirming a bit as his cock began to swell into semi-erection again.
"Well, you'll have to get the full details from the two of them," Margaret replied, actutely conscious of the pressure of his growing prick against her ass cheeks. "Something tells me we're going to have lots of time together to learn all about each other's sexy secrets and fantasies."
"I do think you're right about that," John nodded. "So that explains why she behaved the way she did once she got over to my house later. She had already made the decision that she was ready for sex."
"Hmm, I'd heard about some of the goings-on that night but I'll be interested to hear it from your perspective," Margaret replied throatily. "But actually, it was later that afternoon when I got home that the sexual sparks really started up between Melissa and I. You have to understand," she went on in a poignant tone, "That up until that very day, the kids had both been hit really hard by their dad's departure and the divorce that followed. Melissa was an absolute witch a lot of the time, Keith just sort of retreated into himself, and I, well, I guess I wasn't always that easy to live with. But somehow, on that day, whether it was because we'd all just become sexually awakened simultaneously, or more probably, we'd all just decided we were tired of being hurt and angry and that allowed the sexuality that was being covered up to all burst out. Whatever, it was, Melissa was being actually nice to me for the first time in forever, so I went to give her a hug. Only that hug wasn't like any mother-daughter hug. Our nipples touched and I swear I could feel this incredible jolt of desire shoot through me."
Margaret paused a moment to catch her breath. The steady, rhythmic plunging of the massive dildo in an out of her cunt continued unabated, though, and John's eyes continued to be riveted on the sight of it. Margaret could feel that his erection was nearly full once more, so she hastened to complete her story so she could pay it more attention. "Well, I realized that what had happened was it had triggered all my memories of my first lesbian girlfriend, Celeste, but I also realized that while I was occupied elsewhere, my daughter had suddenly grown up into this beautiful and very, very sexy young woman. And, I guess because she was already completely primed and horny from her activities with Keith that afternoon, I could tell she felt it, too. We both backed off kind of quickly, but I couldn't stop thinking about her sexually. And later, while I was helping her get dressed for the dance, she totally busted me ogling her naked body, only she seemed kind of pleased by it, and when she gave me another hug, it was even more overtly sexual than before," she reminisced. "We actually kissed each other on the lips, a real kiss, too, not a childish peck. Who knows how things would have gone if I hadn't known you and your kids were due to show up any minute," she chuckled with a smoky burr to her voice.
"Oooh, now that would have been a sight," John grinned.
"Huh. I think you already got quite a sight the next morning when you brought Melissa back, mister," she reminded him with a playful slap on his thigh.
"I remember," John murmured. "One of the most beautiful things I've ever seen." He kissed her softly before asking, "So was that all that happened? How'd you end up getting together with Melissa? And where was Keith while all this was happening?"
"Well, Keith was what happened next," Margaret admitted with a wry smile. "You can imagine that by this time, both my son and I were pretty `worked up' as you put it, so after some tentative starts, the upshot was that Keith ended up in my bed that night. We didn't actually fuck that night, but I sucked him off a couple of times and he made me come fingering my pussy so yeah, I have to admit that we pretty much had sex. And then, the next afternoon while Keith was away at a race, I introduced Melissa to the joys of sex toys," and she gestured meaningfully down at the dildo she was still thrusting in and out of herself, "And that led to us totally making love and doing so again a couple more times that evening. That was when we discovered our shared love of piss, by the way," she grinned. "And that night, Keith came into my bedroom and we finally fucked. So then, for the next twenty-four hours, it was sort of this huge farce going on in the house: Keith and Melissa snatching the chance to lick and suck each other into climaxes when I wasn't around, me and Melissa making love when Keith was busy, and Keith and I fucking like crazy when we thought Melissa wouldn't find out. Well, I should have known my daughter better," she shook her head ruefully. "Melissa had heard Keith and I the very first time we fucked and had spied on us every time we did after that. Only because we hadn't invited her to join us, she was feeling terribly hurt and left out, even though she knew she was already having sex with each of us separately."
"She was still a virgin, though, and it preyed on her mind mightily," Margaret continued in a sympathetic tone. "She was beside herself trying to figure out how to get her brother to fuck her, and I was just as desperately trying to figure out how to get Keith interested in Melissa so we could all fuck together, not knowing that my kids were already well on their way. But by Sunday night, it all got resolved. Keith walked in on Melissa and me fucking and Melissa, bless her heart, took charge and basically demanded that Keith give her some of what he'd been giving me!" she laughed weakly. "I was totally blown away because I had no idea how much Melissa wanted Keith to fuck her, and I had no idea she'd known about Keith and me all along. Like I said, a real comedy of errors," she muttered, shaking her head ruefully. "But the upshot was I got to hold my daughter in my arms while my son became her first lover, which is an experience I wish every mother could have," she sniffed, her throat choked with emotion. "It was one of the all-time best experiences of my entire life."
"Believe it or not, I do understand that," John murmured in her ear softly. "I felt pretty much the same the first time I got to make love to Stephanie and Brad together."
"So you do know, then!" Margaret answered. "I'm so glad, and I can't wait to hear about that," she prompted him.
"I will, I will, I promise," John chuckled throatily. "But I also want to hear how you got my kids involved."
"Oh, that part was easy," Margaret snorted. "Melissa had been keeping me regularly updated on all her sexual activities; everything except what she'd been doing with you," she clarified dryly, "So I knew when she and Brad had finally done the deed the next afternoon at your house after school. And Brad had already been totally checking me out when he came over for dinner on Sunday afternoon. And, well," she went on, feeling her cheeks burn at the recollection, "I may have gotten a bit carried away with my behavior while I was serving them dinner, too."
"Do tell," John said with obvious pruient interest.
Margaret sighed deeply. "I'm still not exactly proud of it, since I do try to keep my impulses under better control than that. But, well, earlier that afternoon Keith and I had been having wild and crazy anal sex in my bedroom while Melissa and Brad were in her room. Melissa told me afterwards that I was so loud she had to keep her thighs clamped over Brad's ears while he was eating her pussy to keep him from hearing me beg my son to fuck my ass," she confessed self-consciously.
"Shit! No kidding?" John sniggered. "You weren't exactly being discreet, were you? You think maybe you subconsciously wanted to get caught and have everything out in the open?" he asked pointedly.
"God! I'd never even considered that!" Margaret grimaced. "No, I think it was more like I was just so caught up in my new-found sexuality and the sheer joy of being able to fuck someone I loved so much that I wasn't thinking at all," she answered. "Anyway, when we came downstairs after all that, I'd put on this really slinky housedress I suspect you've already seen its twin on Melissa," she added, giving John a sidelong look.
"Oh, my, yes!" John grinned. "And if you've got one just like it, I can't wait to see that on you, too. So go on you gave my son a visual treat wearing that, did you?" he prompted.
"Yes, well, that would have been indiscreet enough," Margaret went on, blushing even harder, "But I, uh, well, I started reminiscing about all the incredible sex I'd been having with each of my kids and I, well, they told me afterwards that I'd started touching myself unconsciously."
"Holy shit!" John laughed. "So Brad really got an eyeful!"
"Yes, yes he did," Margaret giggled despite her embarrassment. "And that evening when Melissa was telling him goodnight, after promising him she'd take his virginity without fail the next day, she teased him about not being able to take his eyes off my tits and she actually promised him she'd get me to do a striptease for him the first chance she got!"
"That was a bit presumptuous on her part at that stage, wasn't it?" John asked with a droll look.
"No, not really," Margaret replied. "By that point my daughter and I understood each other perfectly. I wasn't the least bit offended when she told me and was quite looking forward to the experience. Although," she sniggered, "I did also make her promise to share her boyfriend with me as well once she'd had her way with him."
"Hoh!" John guffawed. "So when did you finally make all my son's dreams come true?"
"Basically, the first chance I got," Margaret smiled. "When you let Brad come over to spend the night before you had to leave on your trip. Which I now realize," she went on, a look of sudden comprehension spreading over her face, "Had been totally arranged by Melissa to let you and Stephanie spend the whole night fucking before you had to leave her for a week!"
"That's true," John smiled shamelessly. "And both of us appreciated the gesture very much. But do go on," he prompted with an unabashedly lascivious grin. "It sounds like you may have had plenty to occupy yourself that night without our presence."
"Yeah, that's true enough," Margaret admitted, shooting John an arch look. "So once Brad was there in my bedroom after you'd left with your incredibly gorgeous, sexy daughter...and once I'd gotten over the shock of learning that both boys had managed to discover their own bisexuality the previous week," she smirked at John, "And I've heard the basic story from their lips but I'm dying to hear what part you played in that," she added pointedly. "Anyway, once we were all together in the bedroom, things moved pretty quickly. Melissa and I did perform, well, not so much a striptease as making love to each other standing up while the boys watched. It must have been quite the sight, because both the boys had to stop touching each other's cocks to keep from coming right then and there."
"Damn! I can almost see that picture!" John breathed.
"I can believe it, my love," Margaret replied huskily, "Because that monster you've got between your legs feels like it's about ready to poke a brand-new asshole in me. Don't you think it would be more comfortable nicely tucked away inside the real one?"
Margaret smiled to herself as she heard her rangy lover gulp audibly before he managed to stammer, "Y-yeah, that would be nice."
"Well I thought so," she giggled, feeling more confident about expressing her sexual desires to John by the minute. "Why don't you be a love and open the bottom cabinet in my nightstand? There should be an industrial-sized bottle of baby oil there."
"Right!" John blurted so eagerly that Margaret chuckled indulgently. He pushed away from her body for a moment, highlighting for the buxom redhead by his temporary abscence just how quickly she was becoming accustomed to the delightful feeling of being in his arms. "Got it," he announced, and he wasted no time in getting it open and slathering his enormous, raging hard-on with the slippery fluid. "You, uh, want me to get you, uh, lubricated, too?" he asked hesitantly.
"Yes, please, my love," Margaret purred throatily. "And it shouldn't take too long to loosen me up, but please do work at least three fingers up my hole before you try to ram that battering ram up my ass, okay?"
"That would definitely be my pleasure, love," John asserted, his voice equally thick with rapidly increasing arousal. "But I hope you won't wait to keep telling me your story, sexy lady," he added hopefully.
"Oh, if I must," Margaret sighed in mock exasperation, a sigh that turned into a gasp of pleasure as he felt first one, then a pair of John's thick fingers push past her puckered anal rosette. She focused on making her anal grommet relax to accommodate the intrusion before resuming her tale. "Well, once Melissa and I had put on our show, both boys were eager to get in on the action, and Melissa had highly recommended the feeling of having two cocks at once inside me, so we agreed to do that. Only Keith begged us all to do enemas first, since there was going to be a lot of anal sex later. The fact that my son is a total slut when it comes to enemas and they're one of his ultimate sexual turn-ons had nothing to do with it, of course," she added sardonically.
"Yes, that's one thing I did get to experience personally with them," John grinned lewdly. "So...Keith managed to get you all to do enemas?" he prompted.
"Ohhhhh!" Margaret groaned with erotic excitement as she felt John push yet a third large finger up her bung hole. "Fuck! That feels incredible! If you haven't figured that out yet, I get kind of wild and crazy when someone starts touching my ass!"
"That seems to run true in all your family," John observed softly.
"Yes, yes it definitely does," Margaret answered, beginning to pant as John began to plunge the tripled fingers in and out of her anus. "God! Where was I?" she asked with another gasp of pleasure.
"You were all getting enemas," John reminded her.
"Right," Margaret swallowed, trying to gather her wits about her despite the intensely stimulating sensations her lover's fingers were producing in her asshole. "Well, I'd actually figured we'd have our enemas and then come back to bed before I tried two-cock fucking for the first time, but of course once my insides were all filled up like that, I was way too turned on to wait, so the boys fucked me right there in the shower, Keith up my ass, Brad in my cunt, and Melissa fingering my clit just to make damnned good and sure I would totally black out from the experience. Which I did," she snorted, "But not before we all emptied our bowels as we came, an experience, I might add, I've discovered I absolutely love," she giggled self-consciously.
"Good to know, Margaret, and I mean that," John stated seriously. "I love learning about everything that turns you on and how to best please you, so please don't be shy. Tell me everything!" he urged.
"Ohhhhhh!" Margaret groaned, "I can tell you right now I'm getting less shy by the second! Would you be terribly inconvenienced if I asked you to shove that great big, beautiful prick up my ass as hard and deep as you can? I really can't wait any- hoooooofff!" she grunted as John, without preamble, withdrew his embedded fingers and pushed his massive organ deep into her rectum and began to slowly fuck her in and out. "Ohhhh! Oh, God!" Margaret moaned. "That's- that's what I needed! Hoh! Oh, holy fuck! It's like, I'm only half alive- hoh! Oh, God! When you're not- ohhhhh! Not inside me!"
"I totally get that," John murmured in a voice thick with lust. "Do you think you can manage to tell me about how you and my daughter got together, or should we just concentrate on making you come first?" he asked, only half-joking.
"If you can just, uh, be there and not move around, I think I can cope," Margaret puffed, trying to quell the excited pounding of her heart in her chest. "Yeah, just like that," she confirmed as she felt him cease his steady plunging in and out of her ass. "I mean, you can move when you need to in order to stay hard," she added, feeling guilty, "It's just that I can't handle it with you actually fucking me like that."
"I get it, my love," he assured her gently. "And somehow, if you're going to tell me about having sex with Stephanie, I doubt I'll have any difficulty staying hard," he snorted.
"Yeah, you're probably right about that," Margaret giggled weakly. She'd also stopped pushing the massive dildo in and out of her cunt and just allowed herself to luxuriate in the feeling of being absolutely filled up while she picked up her story once more. "Well, you were actually there when things first started with Stephanie and me," she began. "You remember? That night you asked me over to your house for the first time and I ended up putting my fingers up her incredibly sweet little twat and she sucked my tit right through my blouse?"
"Oh, hell yes I remember that night!" John growled hoarsely. "I've never seen or felt anything like that in my life. I was going out of my mind with desire it was all I could do to keep from throwing you down onto the bed beside my daughter and fucking the shit out of both of you at once!"
"Oh, believe me, I felt exactly the same way, my love!" Margaret moaned with arousal at the combination of the feelings in her cunt and ass and the profoundly erotic memory. "There was that one, agonizing moment when you were standing so close in front of me and I knew that you wanted me and I wanted you. Only...I wasn't sure at that point how Stephanie figured into everything." A startled look crossed her face. "My God, I am so dumb!" she shook her head increculously. "That story about Melissa getting overenthusiastic with the vibrator I'd given her was total bullshit, wasn't it? You were worried about her bleeding because you'd just taken Stephanie's virginity and were afraid you'd injured her, huh?"
"Yes, of course, that's exactly right," John confessed. "And yet, even though I should have been nothing but the concerned father, or at least feeling guilty about possibly hurting Stephanie, all I could think about at the time was how crazed with lust I was having you both in the room together!" he blurted. "I mean, there's Stephanie, who I'd just spent the entire night before making mad, passionate love to, basically naked on the bed in front of me, and there's you with one gorgeous tit or the other peeking out from your blouse every time I looked...I don't know if you realized the way you were exposing yourself or not," he added hesitantly.
"Don't be silly," Margaret guffawed in spite of her nearly overwhelming lust. "Of course I did! I really, really wanted you to notice me, John. I'd been falling head over heels in love with you like some silly schoolgirl from that very first time you appeared in my doorway! I dressed that way on purpose!"
"Really?" John sounded surprised. "I- I had those same feelings, too, right from the start. Well, anyway, you succeeded magnificently! If Stephanie hadn't been there to distract me I don't think I would have been able to tear my eyes away from your tits for one second, unless it was to look at your ass in those tight, clinging slacks that were obviously unencumbered by any panties. And then," he lowered his voice, "When you put your fingers into Stephanie and it was obvious that she was getting turned on by the feeling, I just about lost it then and there!"
"So did I, frankly," Margaret confessed huskily. "I wanted you both so much! And I knew there were already real sparks between us, but I was so scared about how Stephanie would react, you know? So I tried to tell myself I was doing the responsible thing and backed away. But I've gotta' tell you, if things hadn't worked out between us the way they have, I think I would have spent the rest of my life wondering what would have happened if I'd just gone for it!"
"Huh," John nodded. "I totally understand. And it's fascinating to hear how an experience like that appeared to another person involved. That was really when I started to fall in love with you big time," he acknowledged. "I'd definitely been interested up until then, but there was all the stuff wrapped up in my mind about betraying the memory of Kim and what I'd just done with my daughter, but in that moment, something just snapped inside me and none of that seemed to matter anymore. I think I knew from that moment that I wanted you in my life from now on," he said earnestly. "But what did you think when Stephanie sucked your tit when you hugged her?"
"At first, I was so totally flabbergasted, I didn't know what to think!" Margaret laughed incredulously. "It was only afterwards that I figured she was sending you a message, that whatever you decided, she'd already made up her mind to have me, and she was just marking her territory, as it were."
"Yeah, we talked about it later," John nodded. "I don't think she'd actually given it any conscious thought at that moment; she just did it. Now the next day, when she repeated it, that's a different story," he snorted.
"Yes, I agree," Margaret murmured. "But however she managed it, she'd made it completely clear that she meant to have me for a lover. It was like we'd reached a silent understanding. Of course, when she did it the third time, while she and Melissa made me come right there in your front entryway before I'd barely even gotten in the door, that was just icing on the cake," she chuckled throatily.
"Is that what happened?" John murmured in surprise. "I mean, I saw your wet blouse at dinner and figure my wicked little girl had done it again, but I had no idea."
"Well, I was already good and primed from what you and I had done in the car on the way home, so it didn't take all that much to make me come all over again," Margaret answered pointedly.
"No, I suppose not," he chuckled in understanding. "So, not much persuasion to get my daughter into your bed once you got back from dropping me off at the airport?"
"In the end, no, none at all," Margaret smiled, followed by a soft moan as John shifted his weight and pushed his massive prick more deeply into her bowels. "I was terrified once she finally woke up from her nap apparently she'd been kept up way past her bedtime the previous night, you naughty man," she chuckled, "I was terrified that once I'd finally gotten her alone it would turn out that I'd completely misread the signals. But she was wonderful, and she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. The sex was amazing, too. Please don't take this the wrong way, but that was absolutely the most intense, gut-wrenching, soul-searing sexual experience of my entire life!"
"Hey, I totally get it," John smiled a bit wistfully, "And you'll get no argument from me. `Intense' pretty much sums up any kind of experience with my daughter and I'm not offended in the least. I was pretty much a wrung-out emotional basket case after my first time with her, too."
"Hmm, yes, I can now certainly appreciate that," Margaret murmured, "And I really, really want to hear more about that experience, too. I'm glad to know I'm not the only one she has that effect on."
John snuggled his face into her neck for a moment before answering, and a hand stole down between her legs to begin to very slowly tease her clit. "What I've been really fascinated by is how different it is making love to each member of the family," he mused, "Though you and Melissa are pretty similar. Both of you are just completely uninhibited, letting yourselves go totally, and giving yourselves over to the moment and the experience. Brad at least with me is just sort of easygoing, in it for the good time, though he appears to be a bit different when he's with Melissa, who he simply adores. With Keith, it's more urgent; not quite needy, but he desperately wants to please, which is appealing in its way, too. But Stephanie well, with Stephanie, it's all about you. I mean, she's just so intently focused on you that it makes you feel like you're the only person in all existence for her in that moment; it's really an almost humbling experience."
"Huh," Margaret replied, her breathing beginning to breathe more heavily under the lewd ministrations of his fingers in her twat. She began to risk slowly sliding the big dildo in and out of her cunt hole once more as she answered, "That's a really interesting observation, and I don't disagree at all. All I know was that from that moment on, I've been totally, utterly in love with your amazing daughter, just as much as I am with you. And by some miracle, she seems to feel exactly the same way about me, which has had me walking on air ever since."
"Oh, I am so, so pleased to hear that," John murmured, his face tantalizingly close to her ear. "She was the one I was most worried about accepting you if our relationship kept going, so I'm completely delighted to know that you seem to have worked that out between you."
"We did," Margaret nodded, starting to pant noticeably now. "After the amazing sex, where she made me black out three times no surprise there," she grimaced with a smile, "We talked. And talked. I was one of the deepest, most meaningful conversations I've ever had in my life. And we talked about you, a lot," she added.
"Oh?" his eyebrows shot up. "I take it she still chose not to reveal the full extent of my relationship with her, since it did seem like it was kind of news to you just now."
"No, though she did really seem to get nervous when I started to talk about you," Margaret noted dryly. "She relaxed once she realized that all I wanted was to make sure she wasn't going to have a problem with whatever I had going with you. And she definitely gave me her blessing, to wherever this leads: marriage, getting pregnant by you though she wants your baby just as much as I do, I hope you realize," she blurted, instantly kicking herself for pushing things too far, too fast.
But John squeezed her tightly and just whispered, "And is that what you want? To get married and have a baby together?"
"God help me, John, but yes it is," she confessed. "I know we've still got things to discuss and get straight between us, but the thought of feeling your baby growing inside kinda' makes my knees get weak, not to mention my pussy gushing even faster. And the idea has the same effect on your daughter, too." She chuckled as she felt John's prick twitch and jerk inside her colon. "Feels like the idea appeals to you, too."
"Oh, yeah, big time," John growled. "And I hope you won't be horrified if I tell you the thought of getting your daughter pregnant has exactly the same effect."
"Fuck!" she laughed throatily. "Now that really started my cunt gushing! Yes, I would love for you to get all your women pregnant, as well as both our boys doing the same!"
"That's definitely the dream Melissa has been driving since basically the beginning," John acknowledged, "And at this point, it sounds like a wonderful dream to me, too. So I have to ask you, what are those things you think we still need to get straight between us?"
"Well, I've told you all about how I started fucking each of the four kids, and I want to hear the same from you," she murmured, finding it more and more difficult to concentrate while his finger kept idly circling and occasionally touching her erect, throbbing clit. "And a couple more serious things to talk about, too. But first," he panted, "I can't take what you're doing to me any longer. John, will you please fuck the hell out of my ass, rub my clit, and pinch my nipples as hard as you can and make me- haaaagggggghhhhh!" she howled with surprise and a violent lurch in the state of her arousal as she felt his cock suddenly slam in and out of her distended bunghole while his fingers began to buzz her clit and pinch one of her fully hard nipples.
"Oh! Ohh! Ohhhhh!" she gasped as electric tingles of erotic sensation began to course through her voluptuous flesh under John's obscene onslaught. Margaret began to slam the monstrous dildo in her cunt hole in and out in time with John's thrusts of his huge prick into her anus. "Oh, God! This is- hunngggghhh! Incredible! Oh, fuck! Oh, holy fucking shit! I am so- haaggghh! So fucking filled up! It's like- hoh! Hoh! Hoh! Like there's two of you- unnnggghhh! Fucking me at the- ohhhhh! Same time!" she moaned piteously. John was steadily increasing the tempo of his ass-fucking and the fingers on her clit were now buzzing the stiff, swollen button at a frenzied pace. His other hand squeezed and pinched her erect, sensitive nipple ferociously. Margaret matched John's cock plunge-for-plunge as best she could with the dildo in her twat, pulling it frantically into herself with both hands. She could feel the warning vibrations welling up from deep within her vulva and knew that a raging climax was imminent.
"Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!" she puffed, large beads of sweat forming on her face, neck, and breasts, and making her normally full, red hair lay wetly plastered against her skull. "Oh, God! Oh, fuck, John! It's gonna' be a big one! S-Sorry if I- haaagggghhh! Pass out on you- hunnggghhh! Hunnggghhh! Hunnngggghh! Again! Oh, God! You're doing it! You're doing it! You're making me come! Fuck me, baby! Fuck my ass! Fill me up with your come! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Here it comes! Here it comes! I'm- fuck! I'm coming! I'm coming now! I'm- hhhhhaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeee!" she shrieked as her body bucked and convulsed despite being in John's tight, encompassing embrace. Jolt after hot, electric jolt of ecstatic sensation shot out from her cunt to consume her entire body.
John ruthlessly lashed her rhythmically pulsing clit with one hand and savagely twisted her abused nipple with the other, prolonging her climax and then, without warning, launching another orgasm before the last one had finished. Margaret knew her pattern of climaxes well enough to know that once she started to come like that in rapid succession that unconsciousness was merely seconds away. "G-going!" she warned, gasping for air. "H-hold me!" And then, just before she slipped into oblivious darkness, she felt John's monstrous cock start to jerk within her rectum and could feel the powerful spurts of his thick, gooey come slamming into her bowels. With a final, satisfied sigh, Margaret surrendured to the inevitable and blacked out.
When Margaret stirred once more with a groan and regained enough mental acuity to remember where she was and what she'd been doing, she decided she hadn't been unconscious that long this time. Even though John's hands had left off their ravenous abuse of her clit and nipple and were resting comfortably around her body, one very nicely cupping the creamy globe of a large, full breast, she could feel his cock still lodged deeply inside her rectum, still very full and heavy if not quite as rock-hard stiff as before.
"Hello, my darling lover," she whispered hoarsely, turning her face up to John's.
"Hello, yourself, amazing, sexy woman," John answered before kissing her lips tenderly. The kiss quickly devolved into a deep, tongue-wrestling, passionate affair and it was several long moments before their lips reluctantly parted. "Feeling better now?" John asked with a twinkle in his eye. "I certainly am."
"Oh, you have no idea how much better I'm feeling," Margaret purred with shameless satisfaction. "My body is still tingling all over and I've got that loose, rubbery `Damn! But I just got fucked good and hard' feeling. Thank you for staying inside me like this, by the way," she added, shooting him a grateful smile. "I just don't ever seem to get tired of being completely filled up."
"Well, that definitely works out, `cause I just don't ever seem to get tired of being inside you, my love," John murmured with heartfelt sincerity. "And I feel like I shot a gallon or two up come up your ass, so you're definitely filled up. I apologize in advance for any mess it makes later in the bed."
"Pssshh!" Margaret waved dismissively. "This bed can take whatever we all dish out and, let's face it, the kind of sex this family likes to have, making messes sort of comes with the territory. Hell," she winced inwardly at confessing this but felt it was necessary to make a point, "The first time my kids double fisted me I came so hard that I shit all over myself and the bed as I blacked out. They very sweetly cleaned me all up while I was out, too."
"Ohhh, fuck!" John groaned. "That just made my cock start to grow again! Every time I think you couldn't possibly be wilder and sexier, you pop out with something like that! Margaret, I have to tell you that the more I get to know you, the more I want to spend the rest of my life with you." His tone grew serious. "And I noticed that you've already started to talk about `our family', so it gives me some kind of hope that maybe you feel the same way. Do you?" he asked earnestly.
It was Margaret's turn to grow serious. "John, if you're asking me to marry you, there's nothing in the world I want more. But," and she held up a hand to forestall his reaction, "Please hold off on that question for just a little longer. There's one more thing I need to confess to you and it's a big one, maybe even a deal-breaker, okay?"
"Alright, if you insist," he nodded with obvious reluctance. "With that kind of a build-up, though, you'd better spit it out so we can deal with it."
"I- I think so, too," Margaret nodded and went on in a hesitant voice. "I think I understand that Melissa told you all the details about her encounter with her birth father the week she was staying with you, including his revelation that he'd had sex with her when she was very, very young, right?" John nodded and motioned for her to continue. "Well, when she told me about that and described in very great detail, I might add how that all happened, well, I wanted to be shocked and furious at him. But what I actually felt was God forgive me incredibly turned on! If I'd known what was going on at the time, I know I would have lost it on him completely. But now, total slut that I've turned into, if I felt then the way I feel now, I really think I would have not only approved but would have joined in." She looked back at him with a pleading expression. "So if you think that just makes me too horrible for you to be with, I understand. Only...just tell me now, and not later, okay?" Now that she'd totally bared her soul and let him in on her darkest, most perverse secret, she could only hope he might show some mercy and understanding.
He was thoughtful and unspeaking for one long, agonizing moment. Finally, with an accompanying tight embrace, he said, "First, I can't even begin to tell you how much it means to me that you trust me enough to tell me that. If I'd harbored any doubts about whether or not a lifelong relationship with you would work, you very effectively demolished them with that. And you clearly have no issues of conscience around have sex with our children at their present ages," he smiled gently with a twinkle in his eye. "So I assume, since we've already started discussing having more children together as well as with our daughters, you're concerned about what having sexual thoughts about very young children means for us, right?"
"Uh, yeah, obviously," Margaret nodded miserably.
"Well, I have a couple of thoughts about that, and I have given it a lot of thought since Melissa revealed that," he went on, his face grave but not unkind. "And one of the reasons I've been thinking about it so much is because, yes, her story fascinated and turned me on, too."
"Really?" Margaret gasped, feeling an unexpected upwelling of hope within her.
"Really," John nodded. "Let's face it, it was a damned hot story," he snorted before continuing. "But as far as what our desires mean regarding how we'll raise kids and I really, really do hope that comes to pass here's what I think." He paused, took a deep breath, and kissed the top of Margaret's head soundly. "I think our children should be raised in an environment of total openness and complete freedom about sexuality. They should see that giving and receiving physical and sexual pleasure is a beautiful way for family members to show their love for each other. And let's face it," he added with a dry chuckle, "I seriously doubt than any of the current members of the family could refrain from having wild, loud, and open sex and actually concealing it from the children even if we tried to insist on it. And our children should be allowed to try anything sexual that they want to, either with each other or with the adults as long as it's done lovingly and not with the intention of causing hurt feelings or physical pain. Sexual experimentation will be highly encouraged," he smiled with a bit of a gleam in his eyes at the thought.
"But," and John held up a finger for emphasis, "No child in our family should ever, ever be made to do anything sexual they don't want to, nor they should be made to feel bad, unworthy, or somehow not measuring up to the family's expectations if they don't want to participate. I have no problem insisting children do their chores, homework, and a variety of other things they may not want to do, but I swear if anyone tries to make one of them do something sexual against their will, I'll come down on the perpetrator like a ton of bricks. So," he said at last with a soft smile, "If you can live with those guidelines and resist even the smallest temptation to give one kid or another any kind of a nudge when it's not something they want, then I don't have any worries or concerns about your perverted tendencies, and I hope you won't about mine, either. How's that sound?"
Margaret turned her face up to John's, tears of emotion streaming down her face. "Oh, John," she whispered through her tears, "That sounds wonderful! Perfect, in fact! Oh, we're going to have such an incredible life together!" Her voice dropped almost to a whisper. "So now, would you please ask me that question again?"
John smiled from ear to ear. "Margaret Randall, will you do me the honor of marrying me?"
"Yes, John, I will, with all my heart," Margaret answered as her heart soared for joy in her breast. Then her look turned impish. "Of course, you do realize that all the kids want to marry us to, as well as each other."
"Of course they do," John grinned. "And I think that's an absolutely beautiful idea. I thought so the minute the kids sprang that on me." He gave her a sidelong glance. "Do you suppose we should bring them in and let them know the good news?"
Margaret shot him a smoldering look. "All in good time, love. First, you owe me some stories! About how you seduced and molested all our children in turn. Or was it all together?" she asked with a teasing smile.
"Definitely sequentially," John grinned, "Though I have to say that only getting things started with Keith really counts as a seduction on my part. Stephanie had to drag me into it kicking and screaming, with Melissa it was pretty much by mutual agreement, and with Brad, Keith and the girls really did all the seduction; I was just there at the end to reap the benefits," he chuckled.
"Oh, really? This sounds fascinating," Margaret purred. "Do you think it would be too much of a distraction, my love, if you touched my pussy some more while you tell me all about it?"
"I think I can manage that, my soon-to-be bride," John grinned.
"Well, not too soon," Margaret grimaced, "More's the pity. But I do understand the whole plan of Melissa's and why we have to wait to officially marry until our kids marry each other. But I do very much like the sound of that, my soon-to-be husband! Okay, start talking mister," she commanded with mock severity. "Ooooh!" she uttered a low groan as John's fingers began to tease her clit. "That's nice, love."
"Good," John grinned before frowning, "I guess to tell about how things happened with my daughter, I have to go back a while. For several months, I'd noticed the effects of puberty on both my kids. You know, Brad's come-stained sheets along with his squeaking bedsprings at night once he'd discovered the joys of jerking off," he chuckled good naturedly. "And I'd also noticed that both the kids suddenly seemed a lot more careless about where and how much they exposed their bodies."
"Yeah?" Margaret asked, thoroughly enthralled by his story already. "Like how?"
"Oh, Stephanie not quite managing to close her bedroom door when she undressed, or Brad leaving the bathroom door open a crack while he pissed, stuff like that. I figured they were really doing it for each other's benefit, being curious about each other's changing bodies and trying to encourage the other to peek, you know?" he smiled with a shrug.
"And of course, you had no interest whatsoever yourself," Margaret replied deadpan.
"Well of course I was interested," John admitted without a shred of embarrassment. "And not only in their bodies, but in their apparent willingness to tease each other. But I told myself my interest was really just parental, you know, just watching them grow and discover new things about themselves."
"Yeah, I can understand that," Margaret nodded with an understanding smile, thinking back to her own struggles with accepting her sexual interest in her children. "But it was also turning you on, right?"
"No shit it was!" John snorted dryly. "It was kind of driving me a little nuts, at least when I wasn't berating myself for being such a deviant. But then, a few weeks before the dam broke, as it were," he continued with a tight smile, "Stephanie took things to a whole new level. I'd come home from my office in the afternoon to catch a nap because I'd been up late the night before prepping for a customer presentation that morning. Anyway, since I figured I had the house to myself, I just stripped naked and lay out on my bed. I was woken up by the sound of footsteps in the room and peeking through almost closed eyes, I saw it was Stephanie she must have just gotten home from school- so I decided to just keep pretending I was asleep."
"Wanted to see what she would do, huh?" Margaret asked knowingly, her breathing starting to deepen under John's lewd ministrations with his fingers in her dripping twat.
"Yeah, I admit it," John shrugged, "But also I figured it might be a relatively harmless way for her to satisfy her curiosity about what a man looked like, and I also figured she'd be a lot more traumatized by me jumping up and making a big deal about it than by me letting her explore things at her own speed," he continued a bit defensively. "Anyway, my cock was already nice and hard from having been asleep and knowing she was there looking at it didn't help any. But then damned if she didn't actually reach out and touch it!" he shook his head in wonder. "Well, I couldn't help it my dick jerked in response and I kind of groaned, and she ran out of my room and into hers as fast as she could, slamming the door behind her. I threw on some shorts and went to her door to see if she wanted to talk about anything, but she just stayed in her room so I let it drop. But I tell you, after that I couldn't get the feeling of her fingers on my cock out of my head, try as I would!"
"Oh, you poor man!" Margaret giggled. "And did things change between you after that?"
"Well, yeah, but it was like neither of us wanted to acknowledge it had happened and neither of us knew what to say if we did, so things went on with this uncomfortable, awkward silence between us until that night when Melissa came over after the dance. Then things really heated up fast!" he said with a throaty chuckle.
"Details, please!" Margaret breathed with blatantly prurient interest. "I heard some of what happened from Melissa about that night, but mostly it was about Stephanie and their new relationship. And I certainly had no idea you were involved in anything other than plying the kids with alcohol," she added with a disapproving frown.
"Yes, that was a mistake, one I've already apologized for," John admitted with a slight grimace. "But, well, while they were all sampling those drinks, it came out that Brad and Melissa, who had also apparently decided to start a relationship, had been chastised at the dance by their vice-principal for, well, inappropriate behavior," he explained dryly.
"Oh, really?" Margaret asked, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise. "I never heard a word about this!"
"Well, I didn't find out all the details myself until a couple of weeks later," John smile with a glint in his eyes, "But apparently the pair of them made quite a spectacle of themselves, grinding their crotches against each other's leg during a slow dance and Brad blatantly fondling her ass. I guess Melissa had gotten herself so worked up she was just about to come right there on the dance floor when Mrs. Gunderson interrupted them," he sniggered.
"Oh, so something else my daughter and I have in common," Margaret observed, feeling her cheeks burn. "Glad I didn't have to stop before I came when we were dancing the same way this evening!"
"Ha! Me either!" John agreed heartily before continuing. "Now understand that I didn't have all those details that night, either. I just thought they'd been dancing too close and it brought back all those memories of chaperones using a ruler to keep us six inches apart at school dances when I was their age."
"Huh, I missed that particular experience at my school," Margaret commented, now panting heavily as John's fingers kept steadily tweaking her turgid clit.
"Lucky you," John muttered darkly. "Anyway, I had the bright idea of letting them have a last slow dance there at home without school supervision, which they loved. And then I had the idea of asking Stephanie to dance with me, since the other two were going to be, um, occupied. My daughter said yes, so we all went into the living room. I kept the lights off and put on some slow music and we all put our arms around our partners and started swaying together with Brad and Melissa as far across the room from Stephanie and me as they could get, which I thought I understood." He shook his head incredulously. "I had no warning of what I had just unleashed! Within a few seconds, I could hear Melissa moaning out loud. I copped a quick look around and saw them totally wrapped up in each other, with her rubbing her crotch up and down, which made my hard-on spring up instantly," he snorted. "But then, my daughter started doing the same thing to me! At that point, all my self-control and parental judgment kind of flew out the window," he winced ruefully.
"Hoh! Oh, God! Imagine that!" Margaret puffed, her hips starting to rock involuntarily back and forth under the erotic stimulation of John's fingers. "So what did you do?" she asked breathlessly.
"I, uh, well, I kind of started feeling my little girl up," he explained hoarsely. "At first, just running my hands up and down her body, you know? When I let my hands drift down to her ass subtly, I thought she started moaning, too, and rubbing her pussy up and down on my leg even harder, which also meant that she was rubbing up and down on my cock!"
"Ohhhh, God!" Margaret gasped, "This is getting me so hot! Hoh! Hoh! Oh, God! Go on, go on!" she urged with a desperate pitch to her voice.
"Imagine what it was doing to me!" John blurted with a nervous laugh. "So I sort of figured, what the hell and let my hands come up and touch her firm little boobs. For some reason, she liked that even more!" he snorted, "And by this time, the head between my legs was doing all the thinking, and I started putting my hands under her clothes and she didn't object to that, either, so I actually tugged her top up to her armpits and her pants down to her knees and just let my hands go everywhere fondling her lovely little tits, grabbing her ass cheeks, and finally actually putting my fingers into her luscious young pussy. God! She was so wet!" he marveled at the memory.
"Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! Oh, God! Keep talking! I'm almost coming!" Margaret pleaded.
"Yeah, I was about at that point, too, especially when I could hear Melissa moaning and groaning loudly and clearly at the point of orgasm herself. I grabbed a quick look behind me and saw that Brad had his hand up under her skirt from behind and was actually finger-fucking her ass right there in the room!"
"Oohhhhhhh, fuck!" Margaret groaned, "That did it! C-coming! Coming now! I- haaaggghhhhhh!" she howled as her body began to thrash and shudder under the onslaught of her climax. John held her tightly as she gasped and convulsed but relented from buzzing her clit to allow the climax to recede.
"Holy fuck, I wish I'd seen that!" Margaret panted earnestly once she could speak once more. "So did you or Stephanie come, too?" she demanded lasciviously.
"No," John shook his head, "But it was a damned near thing. If that song had gone on for one more minute, I don't think I would have been able to resist slamming my daughter down onto the sofa and having my way with her, not even caring about Brad and Melissa in the room, too!" he confessed, his voice tight.
"Huh! Imagine how much worry and agony you might have saved if you had!" Margared puffed with an evil glint in her eye.
"Yeah, maybe," John mused with a grimace, "But at that point I don't think Stephanie would have been ready for that. As it was, it took another couple of days of her with Melissa's help and support, I might add to finally decide that's what she wanted and to get up the guts to, well, attack me so aggressively that I couldn't resist her any longer. So I think that everything probably worked out exactly when and how it should," he smiled wistfully.
"Well, I certainly have no problem with the end results!" Margaret laughed, still luxuriating in post-orgasmic tingles and stroking John's arm lovingly. "So was that all that happened that night between you and your daughter?"
"Oh, no, not by a long shot!" John snorted. "And not with your daughter either," he added with a telling smile.
"Do tell," Margaret raised her eyebrows. "Okay, please continue," she urged. "Only not just yet with touching my pussy," she clarified hastily. "That's still a bit too sensitive."
"Right," John nodded sagely with a droll grin. "Well the kids went upstairs after that while I cleaned up in the kitchen. I could tell by the number of footsteps and doors opening and closing that the three of them were up to something, but, well, for some reason I wasn't feeling particularly parental at that point and wasn't inclined to interrupt whatever mischief they were up to," he chuckled.
"God, John! You were really hoping they'd start fucking then and there, weren't you?" Margaret laughed huskily.
"Let's just say, it wouldn't have upset me in the least, except inasmuch as I wasn't a part of it," John acknowledged dryly.
"Mmm, my kind of pervert," Margaret purred fondly. "So what happened next?"
"Well, apparently the three of them did get into some pretty serious hanky-panky, but you can get them to tell you all about that some other time, since this is supposed to be about how my daughter seduced me," John grinned. "So anyway, I got into bed after stopping by the girls' room to say goodnight. They said I couldn't come in because they weren't dressed," he added, "Which really put some inappropriate ideas in my head, especially since I'd heard Brad dash out of their room and back into his the minute I started up the stairs. But they made some semi-plausible excuse and promised they'd be in to tell me goodnight after they'd brushed their teeth. Soooo," he drawled slowly, taking a deep breath, "I went to my room, toyed with the idea of lying out on the top of my bed again totally nude..."
"No! You didn't!" Margaret gasped.
"No, I chickened out at the last minute and got under a sheet but was still feeling horny enough that I didn't have a stitch on under the sheet. I waited for what seemed like forever; God knows what those two oversexed girls were getting up to in the bathroom," he murmured wistfully, "But finally they came into my room. My God! The way they looked, I could barely talk and my poor cock just instantly sprang to attention and poked straight up under the sheet. Melissa was wearing this flimsy kind of, I don't know, I guess it was some kind of nightgown," he shook his head at the memory.
"It's called a camisole, love," Margaret advised him, feeling her face redden, "And I'm afraid I was to blame for that. I packed it in Melissa's overnight bag it had been something I'd been saving up to give to her as a, well, grown up young woman type present once she'd started behaving like one and," she sighed, "I guess I wasn't really thinking with my brain, either, because that was right after we'd had a real, sexy, lesbian kiss in her closet and my head was all buzzing with arousal and memories of my high school lover Celeste and, well, I guess I was kind of hoping it would catch Stephanie's interest. I never even thought about the fact that there were two others in the house who would see it, too. I'm really sorry if it caused a problem," she finished contritely.
"Oh, it caused a problem alright," John snorted with amusement, "But not the kind you owe me an apology for. And it definitely got my attention! I mean, I knew Melissa was a pretty girl but up to that moment, I had actually been thinking a lot more about Stephanie. Suddenly, there's this gorgeous young redhead standing in front of me with tits that belong on a twenty-year-old woman, soft, creamy legs that I could see all the way from the top to the bottom that, uh, camisole almost didn't cover her pussy or ass. I was completely stunned," he laughed weakly. "And Stephanie wasn't making things any easier," he continued. "She was wearing this silk robe that I'd gotten her on a trip to Japan a few years before. It was worn pretty thin by then and concealed absolutely nothing underneath it. I could see her damned nipples, hard as all get out, by the way, poking right through it. Not to mention that she'd really outgrown the thing a couple of years before that so it was even shorter than Melissa's garment; I could actually make out dark pubic hairs below the lower hem, and it wouldn't even really close at the front, so there was a long ribbon of exposed Stephanie from her neck down to her cunt, only interrupted by the belt at her waist. Margaret, I was staring right at my own daughter's pussy! And I was so incredibly turned on, I didn't know whether to shit or go blind!"
"Ohhh, yes, my love, believe me, I can appreciate exactly what kind of effect that must have had on you," Margaret purred smokily. She tugged John's hand back down in between her legs. "It's having the same effect on me right now, dear. I think it's definitely time for you to start touching me again!" she urged. "Ohhhhh, God, yes!" she murmured with libidinous satisfaction as the man's strong fingers began to slide up and down her drenched slit, working around the still-intruding giant dildo in her cunt. "So what did you do, baby?" she prompted.
"It was more like what they did," he explained with an odd smile. "First, Stephanie plops her body right atop mine, with her completely exposed pussy straddling my hips and with only the thin sheet between her cunt and my cock!" he shook his head in wonder at the memory. "She thanked me for letting her go to the dance, and for dancing with her afterwards as well, so any worries that I'd taking things too far with her went right out the window!" he chortled. "And then she starts kissing me and no chaste father-daughter peck on the cheek or the lips, either. She's got her tongue all the way into my mouth and rubbing that soft, very wet pussy up and down right on my dick! I couldn't help myself I started rubbing her bare ass, even while I knew Melissa was standing right there."
"Dang!" Margaret breathed. "What did Melissa do?"
"Well, I was a little distracted, but from what I could see out of the corner of my eye, the girl was as turned on as the rest of us were and was rubbing her pussy with one hand and her tit with the other," John answered, a tone of wonder creeping into his voice. "That's when I really started to think about her as something more than my daughter's best friend, or even my son's girlfriend," he noted with a significant look at Margaret, who was beginning to pant deeply as his fingers moved rhythmically back and forth over her erect clit. "She seemed to have turned into this fascinating, deeply sexual young woman right before my eyes."
"Oh, don't I know it," Margaret agreed with a soft moan. "So, just how far did things go with your daughter," she prompted, trying to keep him on track with his story.
"Well, things seemed to be just fine for Stephanie right up until I got bold enough to reach past her ass and try to get my fingers into her cunt from behind," John chuckled ruefully. "And I thought, oh, shit, I've gone too far now. But no," he shook his head. "I guess she'd just decided that was as far as she wanted to go right then; she didn't seem the least bit offended or unhappy, because then she insisted that Melissa kiss me goodnight, too, and to `make it a good one'. Well! I wasn't quite sure what that meant, but it turned out to mean your well-endowed daughter leaning far over me on the bed and giving me a wonderful, unobstructed view of her left breast in the process, and kissing me every bit as passionately as Stephanie had. I wasn't sure what to do. I mean, my daughter's standing right there, for Pete's sake!" he muttered. "I guess Stephanie wanted to let me know she didn't mind me kissing her friend. Or maybe," he added as if the realization had just occurred to him, "Maybe she just wanted to take advantage while Melissa was otherwise occupied to do something she wanted to anyway. At any rate, Stephanie started stroking my cock, right through the sheet, which by this time wasn't concealing much of anything because she had completely soaked it with her pussy juice!"
"Ohhhh," Margaret moaned. "Oh, fuck, this is turning me on so much!"
"Well, it gets better," John murmured, his fingers picking up the pace against Margaret's clit as she started to pull and push the massive dildo in and out of herself with both hands. "Melissa put out a hand on my chest to steady herself and brushed my nipple. And when I had a visible reaction, she kept stroking it, which is definitely one of my secret turn-ons," he added huskily. Margaret shot him a delighted smile and stored that tidbit away for later use. "By now, you can imagine, I'm totally going out of my mind and I sort of went for it and put my hand on Melissa's breast, since she was playing with my tit," he said, his throat thick with lust. "I thought she might freak out and that would be the end of it, but no, she actually took my hand and pulled it inside her nightgown so I could touch the bare flesh. I tell you, love, I'd never been so excited in my entire life at that point!"
"Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! Oh, God!" Margaret gasped, her hips writhing involuntarily as she plunged the huge, black dildo into her yawning cunt hole faster and faster. "It's- ohhhh! It's sure got me- hunngghhhh! Excited, too! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Here it comes! C-can't stop it! Coming again! Oh, God! Oh, God! I'm- haaggghh! Coming! Coming now!" and with that warning, her lush body gave one enormous convulsion and began to shudder uncontrollably as white-hot jolts of pure, erotic ecstasy coursed up and down her jiggling frame. This time John chose to keep furiously buzzing her rhythmically pulsing clitoris, driving her into another climax, and yet another. Margaret understood he intended to make her black out again and eagerly accepted it, knowing she was safe in the arms of the man who loved her and would take care of her. She gave one, final, ferocious shove of the dildo into her cunt hole, feeling it slam into her cervix as the final orgasm ripped into her. She squirted several powerful jets of piss all over her hands in time with the regular climactic contractions deep inside her vagina. And then darkness overtook her.
"Uh, hello," Margaret croaked as her eyes fluttered open again and saw John's peering into hers from a few inches away. "Something wrong?" she asked with a slight frown.
"Definitely not," he responded with a wondering look in his eyes. "I discovered that you give off a very special scent when you come. Magical!" he murmured, beaming. "Something else I know I'm going to love about you for the rest of my life."
"Huh," Margaret answered with a bemused look. "Can't say anyone's ever commented on that before. I wonder if it's anything like the incredible smell and taste of Stephanie's pussy," she blurted before thinking.
"Yes!" John agreed keenly. "That's where I'd smelled that before! Amazing! If I hadn't been there when she was born, I might suspect that she's really your daughter after all."
"Oh, what a truly sweet thing to say," Margaret cried, deeply moved. "Though I think we both agreed we'd rather just be each other's wife than try to be mother and daughter. Hoo! My God, the things you do to me," she sighed contentedly before wincing. "Oooh! I may have overdone it a bit with my big toy there at the last. Hang on a minute," she grunted as she pulled the giant, black dildo out from within her cunt hole, accompanied by an obscene, wet, sucking sound. "Ahh, that's better," she sighed, holding up the massive sex toy for inspection.
"May I?" John asked in a deceptively mild tone.
"Yeah, be my guest," Margaret murmured as she passed the dildo to him, burning with curiosity about what he planned to do. She smiled broadly as he licked her sticky pussy juices off the entire length of it. Then, after giving her a `here goes' look, John tipped his head back and pushed the head of it deeply into his mouth and began to push it down his gullet. After a moment, though, he gagged and had to hastily pull it out.
"Out of practice," he mumbled sheepishly. "Plus I don't think I ever tried to swallow one that big."
"My, aren't we modest," Margaret twitted him, "Since that's as not even as big as you are."
"Yes, well, I'm even more impressed with your talent, my love. Not to mention exceedingly grateful," he added with an exaggerated leer.
"I'm assuming you don't have any problem taking either Keith or Brad down your throat," Margaret stated with a smoky look. "Assuming you ever get through your story about Stephanie and get on to the others."
"No, no problem with either of those beautiful boys' cocks," John replied with a slight smile, refusing to rise to her teasing. "And it would be exceedingly rude on my part to point out that my story keeps getting interrupted by this incredibly sexy woman who keeps coming and passing out in my arms," he added with a twinkle in his eye.
"If your story wasn't so incredibly hot, I wouldn't," Margaret sniffed with a show of wounded dignity.
"Is that so? So I should try to make it boring from now on?" he asked dryly.
"Don't you dare!" she exclaimed, "Although somehow I doubt you could, considering who we're talking about. And I can't help but notice that that battering ram between your legs is nice and hard inside my ass again," she added with a husky tone. "Feel free to fuck me slowly while you're talking if it won't distract you too much."
"Right," he grinned skeptically. "We'll see about who gets more distracted, shall we? Now where was I?"
"Stephanie was stroking your hard cock under the sheet while your tongue was down my daughter's throat and your hand was fondling her tit, as I recall," Margaret informed him sweetly, then groaned involuntarily with libidinous pleasure as she felt John's renewed erection begin to slide slowly in and out of her now very loose asshole.
"Yes, okay," John nodded. "Well, things were really starting to get seriously out of control and I think I might have totally embarrassed myself if they'd gone another minute. But then my daughter appears to have had the idea of putting her hand into Melissa's cunt, just to help her out a bit. But the effect of that was to startle Melissa, who jumped back and that was enough for all of us to sort of come to our senses. The girls kind of quickly said goodnight and left me there with a cock hard enough to break rocks with, wondering what the hell was happening to me," John admitted.
"So that was it for the night?" Margaret asked. "Melissa did admit that she and Stephanie were making enough noise with their lovemaking that it woke you up at some point."
"Very true," John nodded with a small smile. "But there was more even before that. The girls went into their room and were relatively quiet for a time, though at one point I could hear Brad's bedsprings squeaking. I was half tempted to jerk off as well, but I kept having this recurring vision of both girls suddenly bursting back in for some reason and finding me shooting come halfway to the ceiling," he chuckled self-consciously. "So I just lay there, listening. No way I was going to be able to get to sleep anytime soon after that!"
"No, of course not, you poor, abused man," Margaret said in mock sympathy. She pulled John's hand back down into her pussy and then cupped his other hand over her large, creamy breast. "Better," she murmured with satisfaction. "Go on," she commanded.
"Well, after a while, the girls really started getting into it, louder and louder. And it went on and on," he shook his head. "Finally, I couldn't help myself any longer; I got up and went to their door to listen."
"Oooh, what a naughty daddy!" Margaret purred. "Did you at least remember to put on some clothes?"
"Uh, no, didn't even occur to me," John mumbled rather shamefacedly. "I was just about out of my mind horny by this time and wasn't thinking with anything but my dick at that point."
"Hoh! That could have been, well, interesting if one of them had opened the door. Or if Brad came out of his room," Margaret observed, enthralled to learn that her man, who she imagined was always so self-controlled, was as capable of rash, heedless actions driven by lust as she was. Instead of being upset or disturbed by this, it just made him feel more human to her. Not to mention something they had in common as well.
"Yeah, and it turned out to be a close call as it was," John confessed. "I'd been listening and stroking my cock for several minutes when all of a sudden Stephanie is shrieking at the top of her lungs, begging me to fuck her, fuck her with my big cock, fill up her cunt, and give her my baby!" he said in a voice suddenly thick with emotion.
"Holy shit! Really?" Margaret cried, thrilled and fascinated.
"Really," John affirmed with a solemn nod. "I'm guessing that Melissa was encouraging her to vocalize her deepest fantasy while she drove her nuts fucking the shit out of Stephanie. But you can imagine I totally lost it! Squirting about a gallon of come all over the carpet in the hall right outside my daughter's bedroom!" he laughed at his own predicament.
"Ohhh, God! Another sight I wish I'd been there to see," Margaret groaned, her breathing picking up noticeably.
"Yeah, well, it got real quiet in the room right after that and suddenly I realized where I was and how it would look if they'd somehow heard me and came to investigate, so I skedaddled back to my room. And not a moment too soon," he went on, "Because I'd almost gotten the door closed when Melissa flung open the door and looked around. She wasn't wearing anything, either," he added with a grin.
"Oh, lucky you," Margaret chortled before frowning. "Wait a minute. I thought you said you'd closed your door. How'd you see her, then?"
"I said I'd almost closed my door," John clarified. "It was still open a crack. I quickly turned out the light and hoped she wouldn't notice anything. And she almost turned to go back into Stephanie's room, but then, wouldn't you know it? She spotted my come all over the floor in front of her."
"Of course she did," Margaret giggled. "She is my daughter, you know?"
"Boy, do I?" John smiled. "So what do you think she does?"
"Put her finger in it and tasted it," suggested Margaret flippantly.
"Got it in one!" John laughed.
"No! My God! What on earth would possess her to I mean, at that point in her sexual develop..." she trailed off as a look of comprehension spread over her face. "She'd already seen her brother's come earlier that afternoon! She knew exactly what it was!" Margaret howled with laughter. "How'd you end up explaining that?"
"For some reason, it never came up again," John smiled. "At least not until much later after Stephanie and I had, well..."
"Gotten past your hangups and started loving each other properly the way a father and his sexy daughter should," Margaret supplied firmly.
"Yes, just so," John agreed. "Anyway, everyone seemed to have other things to distract them later, so no one said a word about it the next day. The next thing that happened was the girls both got up sometime around eight in the morning needing to go to the bathroom, and they ended up fucking each other on the toilet, screaming like tortured cats, and making the toilet lid clank against the wall."
"Oh, is that the real story!" Margaret laughed in spite of herself. "Somehow, my daughter left out a few key details when she told me about this. What did you do?"
"Well, I finally went to investigate, if only for the sake of my plumbing," he snorted. "And yes, I remembered to pull on my sleeping shorts first. Not that they did much good in the end," he mumbled, almost to himself.
"Really?" Margaret panted, really starting to push her fingers deeply into her distended cunt hole. "What did those naughty girls do? Pull your pants down?" she teased.
"Not quite," John muttered darkly. "Understand, I was all prepared to light into them with a lecture about discretion and consideration for others. But before I could even knock, Stephanie had yanked the door open and there they were both standing there. Melissa's camisole had clearly been pulled on in a hurry and didn't quite manage to cover her gorgeous, red-haired pussy nor one of those amazing tits. And Stephanie! Well, she hadn't even made an attempt to pull her robe closed, and there was this moment of stunned silence while I took in the amazing sight of two stunning, pubescent girls, their faces flushed and perspiring from wild sex, and I could see both their cunts and their tits! Whatever I thought I was going to say went right out of my head," he chuckled self-deprecatingly. "To make things worse, my cock, that was already hard, pushed right up over the waistband of my shorts, leaving the tip of it completely exposed to their eyes! I mumbled something incoherent, Stephanie stepped up on tiptoe to kiss me and, as she did, ran her fingers deliberately over the head of my cock! Then they went back to their bedroom, pretty as you please, leaving me there absolutely gobsmacked."
"Wow, I can see why you might have been a bit- hoh! A bit befuddled!" Margaret puffed, her sexual arousal ramping up rapidly.
"That doesn't even begin to describe it," John muttured under his breath. "And as if that wasn't enough, those girls went right back to their bedroom for another wild fuck, with Stephanie once more shrieking about how much she wants my cock in her! I couldn't stop myself, Margaret," he confessed ruefully. "I stood right outside their door, jerking off like crazy while my daughter was coming on the other side of the door and calling out for me and, yeah, I shot another load of come right onto the carpet," he chuckled weakly.
"Well, since it's- hoh! Your carpet," Margaret giggled through her aroused gasps, "Why not? I'm guessing you may have been hoping for another glimpse- huuunnngghhh! Glimpse of Melissa licking up your come, huh?"
"Yeah, pretty much," John shrugged unrepentantly. "Which she did, I might add," he grinned, "So I got another chance to ogle her amazing body. And while she didn't actually lick it up, she did scoop the come up on her finger and go back into their room. Lord knows what she did with it, but they seemed to find it quite interesting because there was yet another crazed, screaming lovemaking session, one that got so loud and cut off so suddenly that I was genuinely worried and knocked on their door to investigate. Melissa answered but I didn't hear Stephanie, so I went into their room."
"Of course, the thought that you might have been able to- ohhhh! Catch both of them- hunngghhh! Sprawled out on the bed- hoh! Totally naked never- hoh! Crossed your mind!" Margaret grinned through her moans of pleasure as John's fingers in her gaping twat along with the slow, steady plunging of his cock in and out of her ass were now having a decided effect.
"Well, maybe," John smiled without embarrassment, "But I was disappointed in that; they were covered up by a sheet, though the room smelled of sex!" he chuckled fondly at the memory. "Anyway, as tempted as I was to get into bed with them, I resisted and, once I'd made sure my daughter was vaguely conscious and still breathing, left them to, well, whatever they wanted for the rest of the morning. Although my son had apparently been awakened by them, too, because his bedsprings started squeaking again loudly as I was leaving. It was all I could do to keep from laughing out loud."
"Hoh! Oh, God! Yeah, I'll bet!" Margaret gasped. "My love, I'm- ohhhh! I'm sorry but I need- hunnnggghhh! Need you to make me come- oh, God! Come again! Haaaggghhh! Oh, God, yes! Just like that! Just like that!" she cried as John began to buzz her hypersensitive clit with his fingers at a frenetic pace at the same time as he started slamming his cock into her distended anus hard and fast. "Haaggghhh! Unnggghhh! Unnnngghhh! Unnnngghhh!" she grunted reflexively under her lover's relentless erotic assault on her clit and ass. She pushed her own fingers deeply into the yawning opening of her vagina that had already been thoroughly stretched by the giant dildo earlier, pushing more and more fingers inside herself until, with a harsh, ragged scream, threw all caution to the winds and roughly thrust her entire hand up her cunt hole that was already starting to constrict rhythmically as a gut-wrenching climax tore into her quivering body. "Haaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeee!" she screamed shrilly as her back arched and her free arm pounded the mattress by her side weakly.
Margaret felt John's cock jerk inside her rectum and then could detect the jets of semen filling up her bowels once more as he climaxed with her. This was sufficient to trigger another orgasm in the voluptuous redhead's still pulsing cunt, this one even more powerful than the previous one. John continued to lash her rhythmically throbbing clit even as his cock kept pumping more and more come into her body, and the helplessly climaxing woman surrendered to the inevitiable as yet another orgasm swept over her and her vision narrowed and faded into blackness.
When Margaret finally awoke, it was to a very strange sensation inside her. It took several moments for her to shake the cobwebs from her fogged brain to remember who and where she was, but she could feel John's arms still wrapped tightly around her and settled back into his embrace, a wonderful feeling of being safe and loved blending with the post-coital lassitude. She turned her head to face him. "Uh, hi, my love. That feels funny. What are you doing?"
"Hi, yourself," he grinned. "I'm pissing in your ass, since I had to go and didn't think you'd mind. Especially since your daughter loves that treatment, too."
Margaret woke up in a hurry with that explanation. "Yes, yes she does," she laughed delightedly, "And so does her mother! Thank you, my love! Feel free to keep on doing that whenever you want to," she added shyly.
"Oh, with that kind of reaction, you can bet I will, my dear," John grinned. "Ahhh," he sighed contentedly as the pressure on his bladder was finally relieved. "You want me to hold you up again so you can fountain on yourself again?"
"Oh, God, yes!" Margaret enthused. "It's so amazing to have a man who actually cares about what I like!"
"Yes, well, it's my pleasure," John replied with a tight smile, "And I'm really sorry it's taken until now for you to have that experience," he added as he pulled his now limp organ from Margaret's anus.
"Oooh, okay, that's gonna be hard for me to keep it all in," Margaret muttured abashedly. "I'm pretty stretched out, thanks to that gigantic thing you carry around."
"The girls call it `Monstro'," John smiled mischievously. "Here, let's just get you upended as fast as possible." Getting to his knees, John picked Margaret's body up at the waist and heaved her upside down.
"Oh!" Margaret exclaimed in happy surprise. "My, what strong arms you have!" she giggled.
"The better for you to piss yourself with, my dear," John chuckled. "You may fire when ready!"
Margaret looked up into John's eyes and the intense look of combined fierce adoration and the glint of raw lust made her swallow rapidly, the butterflies in her insides fluttering like mad once again. "My God, my love, if you only knew what it does to me inside when you look at me like that!" she murmured in heartfelt appreciation. With that, she clenched her abdominal muscles and expelled a bubbling flow of piss mixed with a prodigious amount of John's jism up into the air and down onto her entire body and face. She laughed merrily as it splashed onto her, opening her mouth widely to catch what she could and swallow it.
"You're truly an amazing woman," John murmured as he watched his new fiancι rub the contents of her ass all over herself with obvious relish.
"If I am, it's only because you let me be that way, darling," Margaret smiled. Her gaze turned smoky. "Now that we've both had some very nice orgasms, maybe you can finish your story about fucking each of our kids for the first time." She glanced over at the bedside clock. "Before dawn, do you think?" she added impishly, since the clock already showed it was past one in the morning.
"Sure," he shrugged insouciantly. "Although I don't think we've got a schedule to keep, do we?"
"Don't Brad and Stephanie have piano lessons?" Margaret asked mildly.
"Hmm," John drawled, "You know? I might actually have to call Mrs. Kohler and tell her both kids are sick."
"Really? Melissa told me that was the one thing you absolutely insisted on! Not that I don't think it's a wonderful idea, mind," she added hastily. "I'm looking forward to spending the entire day with you fucking our kids just as much as you are!"
"Well, you're right about that, love," John concurred with a lustful gleam in his eye, "And I do think today qualifies as a special occasion. It's only the second time in my life that a woman has agreed to marry me," he pointed out with a tender smile.
"Well, you'll get no argument from me!" Margaret heartily agreed. "About any of that," she clarified. "So are you going to ever get to how you and your daughter finally got together?"
"I'll get there, I'll get there!" John promised with a laugh, and he picked up his tale with the way he'd made a big breakfast for everyone only to have the girls miss it because of their continued lovemaking and the way the ride in the car to the piano lesson turned into a wild petting session, including the fact that he had his hand inside Stephanie's top, caressing her small breast mound while she stroked his cock through his pants.
"Wow!" Margaret murmured. "So the `sex in the car' thing I witnessed started right off the bat, huh? I predict family road trips are going to be a lot more interesting in the future," she noted with a dry smile.
"Hmm, you're undoubtedly right," John grinned. "We may need to consider getting an RV so whoever isn't driving and wants to fuck instead of look at the scenery can do so."
"Ohhh, God, that idea just started my cunt dripping all over again, mister!" Margaret purred, pulling his hand down between her legs to demonstrate and sighing with pleasure as John took the hint and began to slide his fingers up and down her oozing pussy slit.
Meanwhile, John went on to briefly describe his conversation with Melissa in the car on the way to taking her back home before clearing his throat nervously. "I, uh, and I realize this is going to make me sound like a total perverted lecher so I hope you can forgive me but, well, before we got out of the car at your house, we kissed. Really kissed, if you know what I mean, and it was getting hotter and heavier. It was only when I actually tried to put a finger up her ass that she put a stop to it. I was totally mortified," he confessed with a wretched expression, "Figuring I'd blown it big time taking that kind of advantage of my daughter's best friend and lover," he grimaced before his expression changed to one of wonder. "But no, it seems like she wasn't upset with me at all and admitted she loved it just as much, only thought that in broad daylight in a car on the street wasn't the best place for such activities. Are you too upset with me?" he asked with a pleading look.
"No, not in the least!" Margaret guffawed. "I mean, you already told me the two of you had kissed and that you were feeling up her tits at the time, so I'm not the least bit surprised to hear about this, although it does help put some pieces of the puzzle into place that I'd wondered about like how she was suddenly on a first-name basis with you. But since you and I have both been happily fucking Melissa for weeks now, why on Earth should I be upsed to know you kissed her again?" she asked reasonably.
"Well, it was a lot more than a kiss," John noted with a lewd glint in his eye, "But thank you for understanding. But to get back to me and Stephanie, for the next twenty-four hours, I was totally in mental and emotional turmoil. I guess, looking back on it, I was a total shit to Stephanie, too, but I was so torn and confused that I couldn't deal with being around her."
"Hmm, somehow I suspect it was more like you knew you wouldn't be able to resist fucking her like she so obviously wanted you to," Margaret observed with a meaningful look.
"Yes, well, obviously," John winced. "I kept trying to tell myself that I needed to be the parent and that she was too young to really make a decision like that on her own. Plus I worried about physically hurting her," he added softly. "Though it may come as no surprise to you, since it seems you arrived at a very similar place in your mind, what I didn't worry about was the whole `incest is wrong' thing or what polite society might think of me."
"My love, I get it," Margaret assured him soothingly. "All you were worried about was the effect on Stephanie."
"Yes, exactly!" John exclaimed. "I knew you'd understand! Anyway, things were just getting more and more tense and uncomfortable between Stephanie and me. I don't know how it would have turned out if Melissa hadn't basically engineered stealing Brad away for the afternoon and evening that Sunday and throwing Stephanie and me together, forcing us to deal with it."
"It sounded like, from what you said earlier, that it was mostly Stephanie forcing you to deal with it," Margaret observed pointedly.
"Yes, that's unfortunately true," he grimaced. "And I still almost managed to ruin everything but for my incredible daughter's love and persistence." He went on to describe the events in detail leading up to finally taking Stephanie's virginity, and the amazing, loving aftermath.
While he talked, Margaret had been tugging on John's hand, urging him to finger her cunt faster and faster until she finally exploded into another wild, jerking orgasm as he concluded. "Ohhh, John," she sighed luxuriously as the climactic tingles faded, "What a beautiful, amazing experience! Thank you for sharing that with me it makes me feel so much closer to both of you. But you must have been in a complete panic when she was still bleeding the next morning," she commented sympathetically.
"Not really so much then," John shrugged. "It wasn't much, little enough, in fact that while I told her she could stay home and recover, I felt okay about it enough to go to work. I was more concerned when I got home and the bleeding hadn't stopped. That's when I called you and, well, you know how that turned out," he grinned with a lascivious expression.
"Indeed, I do," Margaret replied, her look smoky at the memory. "So, anything else noteworthy before the next weekend when my kids came over to stay?"
"Just getting some unexpected and wonderful eyefuls of the kids having sex with each other, including my son taking Stephanie's anal virginity," he grinned, "And a couple more times of really improper kisses with Melissa," he added. "But you were there for most everything else that week. Once your kids got there, things got pretty hot right off the bat, though," he chuckled, and went on to describe their blatant flashing of each other while playing monopoly, their activities under the blankets while supposedly watching a movie that evening, including making Melissa come right along with he and Stephanie while he and his daughter fucked in front of her, then witnessing Melissa sucking both boys' cocks at once and then enjoying her first double-penetration.
"Ohhh, fuck! That is so hot!" Margaret groaned, having pulled John's fingers back into her still sopping wet cunt halfway through his description and urging them to finger her pussy. "But when and how did you and Melissa finally get together? It sounds like she was fully occupied for the night!"
"Well, believe it or not, she finally wore the boys out enough for them to fall asleep," John explained. "But when Melissa got up to go to the bathroom, I heard her. I admit, I was kind of hoping it would be her, though I was fully prepared to make my apologies if it was one of the boys. Anyway, as I stepped quietly into the bathroom completely nude, of course - I could hear Melissa making herself come right there as she sat on the toilet. She was so into it, she never heard me until I spoke, which really freaked her out for a moment. But she got over it quickly, especially when I urged her to keep on masturbating because I loved it. From there, things moved really quickly," he snorted, "She got me to piss all over her, which was good since I needed to anyway, and naturally she was so turned on after that there was nothing for it but to take her into my bed and fuck, which she heartily agreed it was high time for."
"Ohhhh, fuck, John!" Margaret groaned. "I can totally picture how that went down! And was it what you expected?" By now, John's hand was working in and out of her already tingling cunt at a furious pace.
"Way better," John informed her fervently. "I'd expected some amount of uncertainty, but we well, we just fit together perfectly. Exactly the way you and I do, for that matter," he added with a smile, his fingers moving faster and faster in her pussy. "In fact, that was when she told me that you and she shared the same tastes and that whatever turned her on would turn you on."
"Hoh! Oh, God, you've- unnngghhh! Got that right! Oh, fuck! No wonder you- hoooofff! You know how to- hoh! Hoh! Hoh!" she gasped, "Know how to please me- oooohhh! So well. You've- unnnggghhh! Had a week to practice! Oh, God! Oh, God! You're doing it- hunnngghhh! Doing it to me again! Hoh! Oh, fuck!" she cried, her pelvis thrusting up to meet every downward plunge of John's thick, strong fingers which were deeply embedding themselves up her distended vagina with each push. "You're gonna' make me come! Oh, fuck! Do it, John! Put your hand- unngghh! All the way in!" she begged.
Shaking his head dubiously, John nevertheless did as he was bid and, with a mighty push of his arm, rammed his hand deeply into Margaret's cunt hole. "Haaaaaggghhhhhhh!!" she screamed, the orgasm that had been building for several minutes suddenly slamming into her unmercifully. Her torso jerked spasmodically as her toes and fingers curled and uncurled involuntarily, sweat dripping off her face, neck, and breasts in profuse rivulets. She could feel every orgasmic constriction of her vagina squeezing tightly around John's impaling hand as he held her tightly around her waist with his other hand.
It was nearly a minute before Margaret stopped coming, though because John wasn't continuing to flick her clitoris, she didn't have to endure the successive climaxes that always pushed her into unconsciousness. Nevertheless, it was another couple of minutes before she'd recovered her breath enough to speak. "Ohhh, my God!" she puffed at last. "Every time you make me come it's just so fucking intense!"
"Are you alright, though?" John asked with a concerned frown. "You want me to pull my hand out now?"
"Don't you dare!" Margaret insisted hotly, though she smiled to show she wasn't angry. "I absolutely love feeling totally filled up by you! As long as it's not too uncomfortable for you," she added with a worried look, suddenly realizing he was holding his arm and hand at an awkard angle.
"It's not too bad for the moment," John shrugged easily. "I'll let you know if I need to move. So that was how Melissa and I finally got together," he continued, "Although as soon as she went back to her room and told Stephanie, my daughter insisted on them both coming back so she could see the instant replay," he chuckled, "And the three of us spent the rest of the night in bed until morning, when we had a lovely three-way, good-morning fuck. Then, when I went down to make breakfast, the girls went to wake the boys up and kind of lost track of their initial mission, `cause they were all happily fucking when I went up to let them know. Brad was a bit concerned, but I assured him I was delighted to see him making his sister so happy he was in her cunt while Keith was pounding away in her ass at the time and that I was proud of him, which seemed to make quite an impression on the boy," he chuckled indulgently.
"Yeah, that would have been a lot to process," Margaret murmured dreamily, libidinously picturing the scene John had described.
"He seemed to adjust quite quickly," John noted with a droll expression. "And all the kids were equally happy when I told them the only reason to wear clothing inside the house anymore was if they were cold, since at that point concealing our bodies from each other seemed kind of pointless."
"Oh, so that's how that started," Margaret nodded in understanding. "So how and when did you get Keith and Brad to have sex with you?" she prompted.
"Well, Keith was next," John started and then grunted, "Sorry, my baby, but I am going to have to pull my hand out unless you want to scoot up closer to my head."
Margaret briefly weighed the pleasure of his hand inside her against the delights of being held in his arms and answered, "It's okay, my baby. You can pull it out, and thanks for indulging my perversity. I'd be just as happy with you holding me again while you talk. Ooofff!" she grunted as John quickly and firmly pulled his hand out of her cruelly stretched cunt hole. "God! I know I'm gonna' be so sore tomorrow, but it feels so great now! Ahh, that's nice," she sighed contentedly as he wrapped both arms around her once more. "Okay, tell me about Keith," she urged.
"Fair enough," John grinned. "I won't go into the details of the rest of Sunday's activities; the kids can fill you in on all that later. But late that night, after both girls had experienced having three cocks at once inside them in turn, Keith wandered into my bedroom after everyone else was asleep."
"Three cocks at once," Margaret murmured. "Yes, I'm looking forward to experiencing that myself. But Keith just wandered in? There hadn't been anything leading up to it?"
"Oh, there had been plenty leading up to it," John smiled, "But not anything overt. We'd been flirting with each other, well, basically since I first saw him on your stairs that day I dropped Melissa back at your place, and it had been getting less and less subtle during those first couple of days at my house. Plus, I'd been watching as Keith and Melissa as well - were getting Brad gradually used to the idea of bisexuality very skillfully, I might add," he said admiringly.
"Really? How so?" Margaret demanded, spellbound.
"Oh, starting with getting him comfortable with Keith putting his arm around him, then getting him to accept Keith's tongue and finger up his butt while we were all fucking Melissa and in helping to lick Brad's and my come up off Melissa's tits and sharing it with Stephanie afterwards," John explained, "So by Sunday night, there wasn't any doubt in my mind that Keith was totally bisexual. And when he wandered into my room in the middle of the night and caught me stroking my dick while I was watching some of my old swinger videos, I didn't even try to hide what I was doing I just invited him up beside me and encouraged him to jerk off with me. As we were doing that, I saw that he was having a hard time deciding if he wanted to watch the video or my cock, so I upped the ante by fast-forwarding the video to a scene where it was all guys on the screen, including myself. So then he knew for sure that I was bisexual, too. And we talked about what that means. The relief on Keith's face to know that someone else was like him and he wasn't a freak or a deviant was obvious."
"I can imagine, and I'm so grateful to you for being the one to help him understand that," Margaret said appreciatively. "But you have really, really got to show me those videos, love," she giggled huskily.
"Absolutely," he promised. "Maybe later today once everyone has fucked themselves into a stupor I can pop over to my place and bring a few back."
"Or we could all just go over there," Margaret shrugged with a smile. "Something tells me we're all going to be in and out of each other's houses a lot from now on."
"True," John chuckled. "Anyway, after catching Keith ogling my hard dick for the umpteenth time, I asked him if he'd like to touch it, and he immediately looked like a kid in a candy store. But I admit that before I let him do that, I made him model for me just a bit so I could take all of him in. He really is staggeringly gorgeous, isn't he?" he murmured.
"Well, I'm highly prejudiced," Margaret chuckled throatily, "But yes, I think he is, though I didn't learn until recently that apparently all the women and girls in town think so, too!"
"Hmm, no fooling?" John mused with a fascinated look. "I shouldn't be surprised, though knowing that, I'm even more grateful that it hasn't seemed to have turned his head. I can't imagine a young man more modest, considerate, and loving. Just really well brought up, I guess," he noted with an affectional squeeze of Margaret's body.
"Oh, you!" Margaret murmured, blushing with a pleased smile, "But I have to agree with your description of him, whatever the reason. So once you got done ravishing him with your eyes?" she prompted.
"Well, then I definitely got down to the serious business of ravishing his body," John acknowledged. "I had him sit on my lap so our cocks were touching and then spit into his mouth until he had a whole mouthful of saliva and let him dribble it down all over our hard pricks before I allowed him to start rubbing our cocks together."
"Ohhhh!" Margaret groaned. "Sorry, you're getting me going again dear," she informed him in a voice thick with desire as she pulled his upper arm back into her crotch. "Oh, yes," she moaned, "Just like that," as he began to slide his fingers slowly up and down her drenched pussy slit. "Go on," she urged.
"Well, so the poor boy was so excited that it didn't take him long before he blew his load all over our cocks, but then I fed it to him with my fingers and my lips, which he absolutely loved!" John chuckled fondly at the memory. "You can probably imagine just how out-of-my-mind horny I was by this point, though. I'm afraid I got a bit insistent that the time had come to fuck, but then, for the first time in all this, Keith got a little hesitant."
"Really? Worried that it would mean he was really gay?" Margaret asked through her increasingly heavy breathing.
"No, more just worried that it would hurt, actually," John replied. "But he still insisted he really wanted it, and I gave him a couple of chances to back out. He finally agreed to go ahead when I assured him I'd be slow and gentle as he needed. But what really did the trick was pointing out that his sister had already handled it, and did he think she could take something he couldn't," he snorted good-naturedly.
"Oh, that's right," Margaret interrupted. "He already knew by this point that you and Melissa had had sex, since you mentioned something about both girls getting to try three at once."
"Uh, yeah," John nodded. "Like I said, there was a lot that happened earlier that day that the kids can tell you all about, but yes, when we did the three at once with Melissa, she had actually asked to have me up her ass," he grinned.
"That's my girl!" Margaret chuckled, shaking her head incredulously. "So he finally gave in and let you inside him. How was it?"
"Oh, Margaret, it was absolutely incredible!" John replied in a heartfelt exclamation. "Keith got so excited by the experience that he came again as well. By the time we were done, we both had tears in our eyes and just kept kissing and telling each other how much we loved each other. Just like that, I'd fallen for him, hook, line, and sinker."
"Just like me and Stephanie," Margaret murmured in understanding.
"Uh-huh, "John nodded. "From the way you described it, exactly like that."
"Oh, John, that's so beautiful!" she cried, holding his hand still in her pussy for a moment. "And I'm so glad you were his first man. I could tell right away as soon as I got home that something important had changed with Keith. He just seemed, oh, I don't know, just more together, more comfortable in his own skin, as if something that had been missing got filled in. I thought at first that it must have been what he'd done with Brad, but it makes much more sense knowing it was you. Thank you, my love," she murmured sincerely at last.
"Oh, believe me, it was my pleasure," John smiled with a twinkle in his eye.
"So was that the end of it that night?" Margaret asked, wordlessly motioning for him to resume finger-fucking her cunt.
"Well, other than Keith asking to suck my cock, too, and us doing this amazing sixty-nine where we swallowed each other's come to the last drop while Keith fisted my ass," John explained with a wicked smile.
"Ohh, God! That sounds so hot!" Margaret groaned, urging his fingers in her twat to move faster. "And thanks for reminding me that you enjoy being fisted it sounds like just as much as I do," she chuckled, beginning to pant heavily now. "I'm definitely going to make sure that one or more of us gets their hand up your ass before the day is over," she promised. "So- ohhh! Was that everything with Keith? And how did you get Brad to go along, too?" she puffed.
"So, yes, other than falling asleep with our dicks in each other's mouths, that was it with Keith," John smiled. "I actually didn't have all that much to do with seducing Brad into exploring his bisexual side that was all up to Keith and the girls. I just came in at the end and got to reap the benefits," he explained.
"Ah, I see," Margaret moaned, her hips starting to rock back and forth of their own volition under the persistent erotic stimulation of John's fingers in her crotch. "I'd heard the story- hoh! From Brad, but he neglected to- hunnggghhh! To mention that you'd been there and involved, too," she gasped, her sexual excitement rising markedly.
"Okay, then, so you already know about how Keith and the girls got him so turned on that he was willing first to suck Keith's dick and finally to let him fuck his ass," John continued with a lust-filled gleam in his eye, his fingers beginning to focus on buzzing Margaret's rock-hard clit. "So when I got home and peeked in Keith's room where all the grunting and groaning was coming from, what I saw was Keith with Brad's legs parked up on his shoulders while he pounded Brad's butthole with his cock. Brad was sucking on Melissa's gigantic boob like there was no tomorrow while Stephanie was giving her brother a very nice hand job."
"Hoh! Oh, God!" Margaret moaned, "I definitely get that picture! Oh! Oh, fuck, that's nice! Hoh! So what- unnnggghhh! What did you do?" she panted eagerly.
"You mean after I walked my son back off the ledge about being caught being fucked by another boy and assured him that I thought what he was doing was beautiful and sexy and I was so incredibly proud of him for being willing to explore new things?" John grinned. "Well, then I said I'd like to join in, too, and after only a moment's hesitation, Brad agreed to that as well. Stephanie insisted that I move up by them so they could both suck my dick, but of course Brad's face was right between theirs, so what choice did I have but to drop my hard cock right onto my son's face?" he asked with an evil glint in his eye.
"Hoh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" Margaret panted. "Keep touching me like- unnngggghhh! Like that! This is so hot! Keep talking!" she begged breathlessly. John's fingers continued to slide in and out of her pussy, gradually burying more and his fingers into her cavernous vagina between side trips to flick her already throbbing clit.
"So it wasn't long before Brad got daring enough to start licking my dick along with the girls," John continued, beads of perspiration starting to form on his forehead from the energetic finger-fucking he was administering to Margaret's cunt. "But when he actually went for it and sucked the head of my cock right into his mouth, that was too much for Keith!" he laughed. "Your poor son completely shot his wad into Brad's ass."
"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" Margaret whimpered. "Fuck! I wish I'd- hoh! Been there to- unnnggghhh! To see that!"
"It gets better, my love," John promised with a tight smile as he began to work a fourth finger into his voluptuous lover's widely stretched vaginal opening; Margaret could only moan piteously, but her urgent tugging on his arm assured him that she desperately wanted him to continue.
"So once we'd all been assured by Brad that yes, he really did enjoy the experience and would be willing to try it again, Stephanie announced, `Your turn, Dad'!" he shook his head in amazement.
"Haaggghhh! R-really?" Margaret stammered, barely able to speak now.
"Really," John confirmed. "He was kind of dubious at first, but finally agreed once he saw how much everyone else wanted him to. But that," John frowned, "Led to me laying down a new family law about no one ever having to do something sexual they didn't want to just to please someone else," he explained, "While I appreciated his willingness to try something new, it needed to be because he wanted to, not because anyone else did. So then he assured us that yes, he really did want to try it, especially when Stephanie sweetened the pot by offering to let him fuck her at the same time so his whole family would be making love together," John grinned, his voice thick with emotion.
"Oh, God! H-how beautiful!" Margaret gasped. "Was it?" Her back was already arcing involuntarily and she was unconsciously pulling more and more of John's plunging fingers into her body.
"Margaret, it was the most intensely erotic and emotionally moving experience of my entire life!" John replied in a choked voice. "I was out of my mind with the sheer joy of it! And then, when Melissa and Keith joined in, Melissa by climbing atop Brad in front of Stephanie and Keith straddling Brad's head so he could suck Keith's cock, I honestly thought I'd died and gone to heaven!"
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, God, John! This is too much! I n-need you! All of you! Hoh! Inside me! Your whole hand! I- haaaggggggghhhhhhh!" she howled incoherently as John, who had been anticipating the request based on how she had already been forcing his fingers into herself, shoved his full hand up her cunt hole with a single, loud grunt.
Margaret's entire body seemed to instantly explode, her back and hips rising completely off the bed and writhing spasmodically while her arms flailed helplessly in the air. A high, keening wail emerged from her lips that were tightly pulled back below her clenched eyes, a sound that grew in volume and pitch until it was no longer audible while her vagina and clit pulsed rhythmically under powerful contractions, jolt after jolt of electric ecstasy shooting up and down her plump, shuddering body.
Sensing that his fiancι needed to go all out this time, John continued his relentless buzzing of her throbbing clit, feeling first one, then another overpowering climax rock her body. He smiled indulgently as he felt his wrist suddenly flooded with warm, pungent urine as the helplessly coming woman's bladder let go. And then, as he felt his hand savagely clenched by Margaret's vaginal walls in the most powerful climax yet, her entire body abruptly went limp and sagged back down to the surface of the bed, her eyes rolling up in her head as she descended into unconsciousness.
For several minutes, John simply held Margaret's insensible form with a look of fierce love on his face as he watched her ample breasts slowly rise and fall with her unconscious breathing. Finally, feeling his hand starting to cramp unbearably, he was forced to withdraw it from within her cruelly stretched vagina. He shifted his body down to lay beside her and, pulling the sheet up over them both, wrapped his arms around his promised bride and held her tightly. Since he sensed that his lover was totally exhausted, he released her long enough to reach the lamp on the nightstand and turn it off. Then, realizing he now needed to piss and recalling Margaret's rules for her bed, gave an inward shrug and an outward sigh of relief, and let his cock flood her ass and thighs. He then closed his eyes and fell into a deeper and more contented sleep than he'd know in many years.