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Kelly's Diary 088 - 4th of July Family Anniversary

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Chapter 8: My Dad’s Fantasy Fulfilled

Incest Sex Story: Chapter 8: My Dad’s Fantasy Fulfilled - It happened one year ago today and while at times it seems so long ago, I can still remember it like it was yesterday. It was the first time me and my parents included my aunt and cousin. Group sex isn't a big thing in my family so it wasn't something we did very often but this day marked our anniversary of that first time so it seemed appropriate.

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   True Story   Incest   Mother   Father   Daughter   Cousins   Uncle   Niece   Aunt   Group Sex   Masturbation   Oral Sex  

My dad pulled his dick out of me and to my surprise, got up and out of the hot tub. He stood there in the bright sun, the water dripping from him and off his erect cock, making it look almost like he was peeing! The four of us looked at him with anticipation, wondering what he was up to.

“You know, we don’t do this too often and I have to admit there’s one fantasy I’ve always dreamed about,” he started out.

I couldn’t help but smile. He already had FOUR girls all for himself including his young daughter and niece. You would think that for most guys, that would be enough to fulfill just about any fantasy he might dream up.

“I’ve always dreamed of the four of you lining up on all fours, all in a row, and me taking each one of you on down the line,” he finished.

Well, you can’t say he was holding anything back or being too subtle, that’s for sure. We all looked at each other and shrugged, as if to say it was OK with us. Actually, I think as a group we were a little under-whelmed, although in a good way. When my dad said he had an unfulfilled fantasy, all sorts of possibilities had gone through my mind, most of them pretty kinky and weird. The others also had looks on their faces as if to say, “that’s all?”

Well, if it made my dad happy, I was game and as for the others, it probably sounded like something for the memory album. Indeed, we HAD never done such a thing, at least not as a group. My dad had fucked me and my mom that way a few times, and me and my cousin that way numerous times, but just as threesomes. It was sort of like playing Russian roulette - whose pussy would he be in when it came time for him to cum?

We all made our way out of the tub and my mom and aunt spread out the cushions from the chairs. I had done it on my knees on the hard deck before with just a towel under me and I was grateful for my mom’s foresight. Each of us took kneeled down on one of the cushions while my dad directed in which order he wanted us. I’m not sure how he decided who went where but we ended up with the moms on each end and their daughter next to them. He stood in front of us, the hot sun already pretty much having dried his body off.

“First things first ... a little cock sucking from each of my favorite ladies,” he said, a broad grin on his face as he rubbed his hands together like a little boy about to open his Christmas presents.

My mom was the first, opening her mouth as she supported herself on her hands and knees. For a moment I was reminded of the first time I had ever seen my parents having sex. As open as my family was about sex in general, including masturbation, the key to remember was that all of it dealt with how we acted as a person. How you dressed (or didn’t) didn’t directly impact anyone else so as long as you were clean and maintained good hygiene, it really didn’t matter. When you get down to it, masturbation is a personal thing so whether you did it or not, where you did it, and whether or not anyone saw you, was really up to you as well since nobody else was directly impacted. So while I tell people I was raised in an “open” atmosphere, it was really just about yourself, not anyone else.

Sex was something else. My parents certainly didn’t hide the fact that they enjoyed one another intimately, they just never did it in front of me or where I could see them. It was something special they reserved for themselves, especially since I wasn’t directly involved. It wasn’t until I started having sex with them that they allowed me to see them making love although even then, it wasn’t like they went out of their way to put on a show for me or anything.

If there was anything my parents taught me, it was that making love (I’m not talking about fucking but rather the act between a husband and wife) is deeply personal and something that is shared equally between a man and his wife, an act of mutual love and respect that defines a marriage.

Seeing my mom’s head bobbing on my dad’s cock out here on the deck took me back to that night years ago when I arrived home early from a party and saw them making love in the hot tub through the window in my bedroom. My bedroom overlooked the deck and with the lights off, they had no idea I was watching - or so I thought at the time.

It was one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen, nothing like the type of sex I was having with my boyfriends. Seeing the love expressed between them, the intimacy and respect, was almost overwhelming and it was then that I realized I wanted to be with them in that way. Although I did indeed start having sex with them not long afterwards, I still have never quite felt my father was making love to me in the way he did to my mom. He fucked me and I know he enjoyed it immensely, but there was something special in his eyes when my parents made love.

That look was in his eyes even now as his hips seemed to almost instinctively respond to her mouth on him and he pumped himself gently in and out of her mouth. I started to squirm as I wanted to have some of it for myself and my dad must have noticed as he chuckled and pulled his cock from my mom’s mouth.

“Sorry hun,” he said to my mom, “Somebody’s getting a little antsy over here.”

I grinned up at him as I opened my mouth like a baby chick waiting for its mother to deliver the worm. In this case the worm was my dad’s hard dick and he held it in one hand as he directed himself into my waiting mouth. Mmmmmmm, it was MY turn now!

He didn’t stay with me quite as long as with my mom, I guess he wanted to give all of us some attention without having to wait too long. After me it was my cousin’s turn and I could only shake my head in mock disbelief as she literally attacked his dick. God that girl could suck cock!

My specialty, if you could call it that, was the deep, long strokes that would even extend down into my throat. I loved to hold a guy’s cock all the way in my mouth for as long as I could hold my breath, feeling him pulsing and throbbing inside of my cheeks and tongue. Kristen, on the other hand, was all about hard and fast. Her head bobbed on him like a jackhammer, going about half way down his cock each time. For a moment I was afraid she was going to twist her neck or something!

My Aunt Linda was last in line and as if to make up for her wait, my dad let her suck him the longest. There was always something unique about seeing my dad with my aunt. It wasn’t the same love that he showed my mom but there was still some emotional attachment that was special between them. It was almost more like the respect you see between two athletes, each aware of the other’s special talents and although assured of their own, still respecting the other as an equal. I guess when you have been with someone for as long as my dad has been with my aunt, you can’t help but form a special bond.

One pass seemed to be enough to satisfy his oral needs and he walked around behind us. It was almost like one of those movies where the drill sergeant was inspecting the troops except instead of checking out our uniforms and weapons, he was checking out our asses and pussies!

“Now THIS is what I call one fine sight,” my dad declared, “Four of the best pieces of ass a man could ask for!” I heard him smack somebody’s butt and from the resulting squeal I knew it was my aunt’s.

“Damn Linda, I guess all those real estate ‘commissions’ must really work,” he teased her, “Easy to see how you keep breaking records flashing that cute thing around!”

Kristen was next and I heard her giggle as I imagined he was probably fondling her butt by now.

“Yep, like mother like daughter,” he observed, “Hate to say it Linda but your daughter has an even finer ass than you did at her age.”

Kristen giggled and my aunt pretended to protest.

“I think you’ve forgotten a bit over twenty years,” she said, sounding a little miffed and I couldn’t help but wonder if it was really just all a put-on.

Aunt Linda was quite proud of her body, even these days as she wore some truly suggestive clothing when she showed houses. As much as she loved her daughter, I could easily imagine that she wasn’t too keen on having anyone say Kristen was hotter than she as at the same age!

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