Jane Finds Herself
Copyright© 2025 by ghostwritten
Chapter 51
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 51 - While trapped on a family camping trip, Jane has an unusual run-in with a man at the washrooms. Fighting her fears and anxieties, Jane continues to meet with him each night and even befriends his daughter Riley... who looks remarkably like her.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft ft/ft Fa/ft Consensual Heterosexual Incest Spanking Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration First Facial Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Small Breasts
I felt an arm shift onto me, sliding down my chest to my leg, waking me from my slumber; there were several all over me. I don’t know when we’d finally fallen asleep, but we all crashed together in my bed. I was trapped in the center of the sandwich, Mom on my left and Dad on my right; none of us wore a stitch of clothing and it felt so wonderful.
I could barely believe we actually did it, and it was better than I could have imagined. Not just the sex, though that was amazing too, but the feeling of closeness I felt to my parents was everything I hoped it would be. Riley was right, in that regard, that it did bring us closer together. But as I lay there, cuddled in the sleeping embrace of my family, I felt guilt gnawing at my conscience. I hadn’t been honest with them last night, before or after the lust washed away. Wasn’t that what I swore to do?
I made the excuse that I wanted us to enjoy the night, to let us just be happy together. In a way, saying the truth might have made things easier for Dad, but it still would have been devastating. I wanted to be selfish for just one night. To procrastinate on doing something distasteful and watching people I love be hurt, it seemed like the best thing to do. Yet this morning, I knew I couldn’t avoid it forever. I wanted to, of course, but how long could I keep this secret from them without it rotting me from the inside.
“Morning sweetie,” Mom’s voice broke me from my thoughts. I turned to look at her smiling face. I noticed a little dried cum hung from the corner of her lips. She’d gone down on me after Dad had finished, deciding to get a bit more involved after the main event. From the look Dad had on his face and his quickly recovering erection, he certainly enjoyed what he saw. It set the stage for another round ... and then another till we collapsed in a happy heap.
“Morning Mom. Gonna get ready for work?” I asked, bringing my lips to hers for a morning kiss. I knew now we didn’t have to hide it anymore either, which was a bonus.
Mom chuckled, “I think it’s safe to say your father and I are taking the day off. I think we need some family bonding time.”
“We do? Didn’t we do enough of that last night?” Dad’s groggy voice came from behind me. “You girls are going to give me a stroke.”
I smiled at Mom, she grinned back; she knew what I was thinking. We were so similar, it was scary.
“If that’s what you want.” I replied, as I reached behind me and wrapped my hand around his semi-hard prick. It lurched in my hand, plumping quickly and growing to its impressive length. I stroked it slowly, teasingly. Letting my fingers play along his sensitive underside and around the crown of the head.
“That’s so cruel...” Dad groaned, though he made no attempt to stop me. Instead, I felt his strong hands grope my ass and one of my breasts, making me moan.
“Looks like you can’t get enough of the forbidden fruit, Chris. Hope you haven’t forgotten about me,” teased Mom.
“Of course not, dear. I thought you weren’t-”
Mom interrupted “-that was last night. Today is MY turn.” She cut in, her eyes twinkling with lust. She nodded her head at me, signaling me to get out of the way. She crawled over me while I rolled underneath her; though I did stop to give her tits a quick lick. She stopped briefly to enjoy my mouth on her chest before we finished swapping positions.
Mom lay down on the bed, pulling Dad on top of her; seeing both of them grin wickedly at each other. It was nice to see even after all these years, the two of them still desired each other like horny teenagers. Dad rubbed his long cock up and down Mom’s wet slit, getting it ready to plunge into her depths.
“Let’s show Jane how it’s really done,” said Mom, her legs splayed lewdly wide. “Fuck me hard, Chris!”
“Just like old times ... only, a little weirder,” Dad replied, casting his eyes over to me. I sat up, giving him another full view of my naked body. I didn’t want to feel like a third wheel, nor did I want to be fully left out. Just as Dad was about to pierce Mom’s pussy with his spear, I shimmied forward.
“Not yet!” I called out. “I want to be a little involved first.”
Reaching down, I gripped Dad’s cock, slick with Mom’s lube, and stroked it a few more times. I lowered my head from behind Dad, pulling his prick backwards so I could get it into my mouth. I sucked half his length into my mouth, tasting a combination of his manly musk, Mom’s pussy, and a bit of leftovers of myself from the previous night. It wasn’t a very easy angle to do this, and Mom was somewhat in the way, but I did my best to get as much of it down my throat as possible; soaking it with saliva.
Dad groaned, “God Janet, she’s almost as good as you.”
“HEY! No hogging!” Mom yelped, snapping her fingers at me as I bobbed my head up and down on Dad’s length. I pulled off, a string of spit ran from the tip of Dad’s dick to my lower lip. I wiped it off with the back of my hand and turned to Mom.
“Don’t worry; was just getting him wet for you,” I smiled. “Speaking of...”
I buried my tongue between the folds of Mom’s open pussy, drinking in the fragrant taste of her twat. I was still between Dad’s legs and I’m pretty sure his hard cock was resting on my head as he watched me eat his wife and my mother. If his blood hadn’t been boiling hot before, it certainly was after watching me.
“OH FUCK, Jane! You could eat me all day...” Mom said, after placing her hand on my head but I felt her push me away after a few moments. “ ... but I need your father right now.”
My face wet, I grinned. “Then I’ll wait for you two to finish before diving back in.”
“That’s my girl,” grinned Mom. “Now help your father find the right hole; sometimes he chooses wrong.”
“I never hear complaints about my choice,” I heard Dad say from above me.
“ ... still...” Mom replied. I briefly imagined what Dad’s nine-inch cock would feel like buried in my ass but shook those idle thoughts away to focus on the task at hand. I retreated from between my parents’ legs, gripped Dad’s now throbbing slobbery shaft and pointed the head toward Mom’s entrance.
I watched the spongy head slip inside, inch by inch and finally let go after about a third had disappeared. Dad stopped, just briefly to make sure I was clear, then slammed the rest hard into Mom, making her cry out.
“AHHHHhhhh! Fuck YES! Like that.”
“You love it rough, don’t you!” Dad growled with excitement; pulling all the way out and plunging back in again.
“Yes! God, it’s so hot. You know I love it, and I love our daughter watching ... no more being quiet.”
“Well ... I...” Dad was a little lost for words, so I decided to help. Moving around to his front, I leaned in and kissed him hard on the lips; my tongue slipping into his mouth. He couldn’t help but respond, kissing me back; as he continued to fuck Mom beneath us.
When I pulled away, I smiled widely at him. “Fuck her, Daddy. Fuck her hard and cum in her. I’ll clean up the mess.”
Dad looked at me wide-eyed, his mouth agape. I winked and gave him a cutesy smile and shoulder shrug. Mom laughed, “You heard her.”
Dad didn’t say anything. Instead, he grabbed Mom’s legs and threw them over his shoulder, bent her nearly in half and kissed her hard on the mouth. His hips reared up before piledriving deep down into Mom’s pussy. She let out a very loud groan, only muffled by the mouth-to-mouth kiss.
The tone grew louder and higher pitched with each downward thrust, as Mom’s eyes rolled back in her head. It was clear this was something she enjoyed very much. Dad certainly knew his way around Mom’s body and what she liked. She was squealing and shaking within minutes as I moved around the bed to get different views of what was happening. A few months prior, I would have found it disgusting to even think about my parents having sex, now there I was watching it play out right in front of me and it was turning me on to no end.
I couldn’t help it when my own hand found its way down between my legs to play with myself as I watched. A finger and then another, slipped inside my own soaked socket while my thumb strummed over my clit to the pace of the thrusts Dad was making. While I wished it was me underneath him, feeling that big, long cock in me again, I liked watching how Mom and Dad did things together.
I’ve never actually watched a close and experienced couple do it before, and it was different than what I’ve experienced. They seemed to know exactly how each other were doing, when to go hard and when to let up enough to drag it out. It was like a dance, only horizontally. Dad would push Mom to the brink, as her face turned red and her chest heaved, before slowing himself down to draw it out. It wasn’t like times with Brad or Curtis, which was more about quantity of orgasms than quality; and Mom was looking to be building toward a massive one.
For Dad’s part, he looked like he was barely holding himself together. I think he was ready to cum or teetering on the brink. His level of self-control was pretty amazing. I could only imagine Tucker popping like a cork three times doing what Dad was doing, as he picked up the pace again slamming into Mom’s sloppy hole. Despite how fast he was going, I could see the thick slick coating of Mom’s lube on his cock. There was even a light ring of white around the entrance to Mom’s pussy from how hard they were going at it. At first, I’d thought he’d cum already, but I was wrong.
Mom’s head attempted to roll from side to side but was blocked by Dad’s arms. She was groaning loudly, legs and muscles clenched around Dad’s head. Her ass was bouncing on the bed with each hard thrust; I don’t think she could hold out anymore. I saw her eyes lock onto mine, watching my hand between my legs. She groaned even louder, mumbling something incoherent.
“What ... was that?” Dad asked, barely able to breathe himself.
Mom took a deep but strained breath, “Cum ... Cum in me ... Chris...”
“I’m almost ... there...” he replied, pounding as hard as he could.
“Look ... look at Jane...” she mumbled, “ ... touching herself ... your girl...”
Dad looked over at me, his face red and eyes glazed with lust. I didn’t stop, I worked my fingers harder into myself, letting my parents watch me watch them. Dad’s face contorted tightly, he slammed hard once, then twice more into Mom before holding deep inside of her. Mom let out a loud cry, her body shaking. The two had cum together; it was a sweet and sexy moment to watch ... and play a small part in. I came myself, though not as powerfully, and watched as Dad took Mom’s ankles off his shoulders and pulled out of her; his cock slathered in their combined orgasmic juices.
“Let me help!” I volunteered, pulling my fingers free from my slit. Dad turned toward me, and I swallowed as much of his slowly shrinking cock into my mouth as I could. I worked my mouth up and down his shaft, licking up all the tasty goodness left behind from their lovemaking till he was spit-shine cleaned; then I turned toward Mom and dove in.
“I think I’m going to take a shower,” said Dad when we finally got out of my bed a half hour later.
“Ok, I’ll order something in for breakfast. I think we all worked up a big appetite, but I don’t feel like cooking.” Mom replied, stretching out her back as she stood up, causing her chest to push out farther. I wish my tits were as big as Mom’s.
None of us bothered to put on clothes, they just picked up their discarded stuff from the night before and tossed them into their bedroom. I followed Mom into the kitchen where she started up the coffeemaker, and we waited for the pungent scent of morning to help wake us up from the stupor we were in. In the distance, I could hear the sound of the shower running.
“Do you think Dad’s ok with what we did?” I asked Mom as we stood around the kitchen counter waiting.
Mom nodded, “I think so, but you should ask him to be certain. Let him know you’re still ok with everything that happened; it wasn’t a spur of the moment mistake or something.”
“That’s a good idea,” I smiled happily, feeling content. “I’m happy it happened and I don’t want to cause him any more trauma. I’m hoping it’ll bring us closer together, like we’ve become.”
Mom smiled back warmly and put her arms around me in a firm but comforting embrace. “Me too, sweetheart. Me too.”
I hugged her back; giving her a loving squeeze. My hands couldn’t help roam along her naked back, eventually ending up on her ass. It made Mom giggle and gave me a light spank on my behind. I let out a playful yelp before we finally disentangled.
“You’re incorrigible. Oh, to be young again.” Mom sighed wistfully with a naughty grin.
“I think we would have been friends.” I remarked.
Mom gave me a look, “Just friends?”
“BEST friends ... with benefits.”
“That’s my girl.” Mom replied with a smirk.
“I think I’m going to surprise Dad in the shower. Pour me a big cup when the coffee’s ready.” I turned and headed toward the bathroom; the shower was still on full blast.
“Sure thing, but...” Mom paused. I stopped and turned back to face her; she had a curious expression on her face.
“What?” I asked, not thinking much at that moment.
Mom shifted her weight on her feet. “Are you ... are you ever going to say what happened at Riley’s? I know something did, I know you too well.”
Unease and anxiousness flooded over me; I didn’t know what to say. “It’s complicated,” was the only thing I could think of.
Mom nodded, “I know it must be, but maybe if you talk about it, we can work through it. Look at us, look at where we are now. Relaxed and naked, standing in the kitchen after what happened last night and this morning. We can get through anything ... together.”
“What if I knew something ... something that could hurt the people I care about if I told them. I don’t have to say anything, and no one would ever need to know; it wouldn’t change anything if I kept my mouth shut.” I blurted out, though doing my best to be vague.
Mom looked at me, seeming like she was trying to take in every word delicately. I didn’t know if she was trying to figure out exactly what I was referring to or if she just wanted to understand what I was saying. Her lips pursed, and her eyes narrowed slightly. There was a pause before she finally replied ... with one word.
“But?”
“But what?” I was confused, expecting something more substantial for guidance.
“There’s gotta be a but...” she mused. “This ... whatever this is, is clearly enough to cause you grief. Is it something that will physically hurt someone or worse?”
“No, nothing like that.”
“If it won’t hurt someone and it won’t change anything ... Why hide it? It seems to be weighing heavily on you, do you think it’s fair to carry that burden for ... what ... forever, maybe?” Mom said calmly; her voice measured.
“But if I’m honest, it’ll really upset people. They might-” I put my hand to my face. “-might look at me differently after.”
Mom nodded, inhaled like she was doing yoga, and exhaled; then smiled again. “Sounds like quite the pickle. You know I think honesty is the right thing to do, but you need to find your own path here. Think it over, really mull it around in that pretty melon of yours, and I’ll respect whatever decision you make.”
“That’s it?” I replied, rather stunned. “That’s all you’re going to give me?”
Mom laughed, “You’re a big girl now, you’re going to have to learn to make the tough calls. Growing up isn’t just about fun and wild sex, partying with your friends, and living on your own. You have to deal with the bad stuff too, and the consequences of your choices. That’s what being an adult is all about...”
“ ... that sucks.”
“Exactly! Welcome to adulthood,” Mom chuckled. “ ... now go jump in the shower with your father before he gets out. There’s a sentence I never thought I’d say.”
We both laughed, which broke the tension. “Thanks Mom. You know I love you, right?”
“I know. I love you too, brat ... now scram so I can order food.”
I turned back toward the bathroom and felt another sharp Smack! on my ass from Mom’s hand. It made me bounce forward a few extra paces. I glared at Mom over my shoulder before heading to the bathroom door, grabbing the handle and slipping inside the steamy room.
Seeing Dad’s outline through the opaque shower curtain made me grin. I was actually going to share a shower with Dad; he just didn’t know it yet. That made it exciting. Tiptoeing to the curtain, the sound of Dad singing softly to himself under the dull roar of the water, struck my ears. It took me a second to recognize the tune, but it was a Taylor Swift song; which nearly caused me to burst out laughing. Dad was secretly a Swifty. I was going to yank back the curtain to surprise him but instead decided to sing along with him.
Dad was singing the chorus, “ ... and I got that good-girl faith and a tight little skirt-”
I joined in “And we go crash-ing down, we come back everytime,” I pulled open the shower curtain and continued, “ ... cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style!”
Dad looked like a deer frozen in headlights, his mouth hung open and his eyes large as saucers. He instinctively tried to cover himself, his one hand holding a bar of soap that I swear he had just been using as a microphone.
“JANE! What the HELL!” he finally shouted. I nonchalantly stepped over the lip of the tub and pulled the curtain back behind me.
“What? I thought you needed backup ... you were singing so well; so much passion.” I teased, water splashing down over me.
“But ... you ... we ... you shouldn’t be in here,” he said, though I couldn’t tell if it was shock or just embarrassment. He was still covering himself with the soap.
I smiled, my body on full display without a hint of shame. I felt like Riley, the first time we showered together at the campsite. I was proud of my body and didn’t feel like I should be embarrassed about it at all; especially with someone I loved. Besides, Dad had seen and experienced plenty of it last night. I hoped he hadn’t started feeling guilty.
I asked, “Can I borrow your microphone?”
“What?” Dad looked befuddled. “Oh ... Why? I wasn’t done yet.”
“So, I can help!” I replied cheerfully. “I can get your back or anything else you need cleaned.”
“Jane, I don’t think-”
I reached down and took the soap from his hand; his cock sprang into view. “-I think you do need help, and I’m going to give it to you. End of discussion.”
He didn’t fight me; he faced the shower nozzle and away from me. I took the bar of soap and ran it over his strong back, caressing his skin as tenderly as I could. I could feel the tension he was carrying; it was clear he was uncomfortable, but I think he was still not used to all of this yet; in fairness, it was a lot.
“Does that feel good?” I asked, as my hands moved over his lower back. I was attempting to lighten things up.
“It ... it does. Are you sure a-” he tried to say, but I stopped him.
“YES. For the thousandth time, yes!” I said emphatically. “This is what I wanted, for us to be close again.”
“Honey, we were never this close before...”
“I know, but we are now.” I said confidently. “Mom, me, and you ... we’re a very close family now. We don’t have to do what we did again, if you don’t want to, but I’m not ashamed and I don’t regret it in the slightest. I’d let you do it again right here and now, if you wanted.”
Dad scoffed and rubbed the whiskers on his unshaven face. “I don’t think I have it in me, after last night and your mom this morning. I’m not in my twenties anymore.”
Hugging him from behind, my hands resting above his growing crotch, “I think you’ve got plenty left in you, if you wanted...”
“Jane...”
“Do you want to?” I asked tentatively. “You don’t have to; right this moment, I mean, but do you want to do it again ... with me ... sometime?”
Dad shook his head; I felt my heart sink, but Dad clarified. “I don’t know. It was ... fun? I guess ... but it’s wrong to do this, everyone knows that.”
“Who cares about everyone. I love you. I love Mom. I love sex ... and I know you love all those things too. We’re just choosing to express it physically. That’s no one else’s business but ours. I don’t want to push you, I know you’ve been through a lot, but I’m a willing partner in this.” I paused; a relieved smile crept across my face as a decision was made somewhere in the back of my mind. “We can all be completely honest with each other ... but that starts from within, Dad.”
Dad swiftly turned around and faced me, the look on his face was that of surprise. I felt his long cock press up against my stomach and near full erection. I didn’t know what was going to happen but was pleasantly greeted by Dad’s hand stroking my cheek.
“When did you get so mature?” he asked looking at me, for what seemed like the first time.
I smiled and replied, “I picked it up somewhere between a camp restroom and sharing a bed with my loving parents.”
Dad rolled his eyes and shook his head. As he took my smaller hands in his, he squeezed and the soap squirted out from my grip and fell to the tub floor. I looked up at Dad, and he looked down at me. I saw his lip curl at the edges into a very tiny smirk.
“Oops. I dropped the soap.” I said dramatically, holding eye contact for a few extra seconds just to see what would happen. He didn’t react. He stood perfectly still; his cock now at full mast. I said nothing else. I looked down at the massive rod pressed between us and saw the soap had stopped at his feet. I didn’t bend over; I lowered myself onto my knees till my face was staring right at the massive member. I didn’t use my hands; I simply opened my mouth wide and let it sink inside. It didn’t take long to feel the grip of Dad’s hands on the back of my head, as I worked to take the whole thing down my throat ... with his blessing.
“Food’s ordered,” said Mom when we finally got out of the bathroom. “Did you both work things out?”
“You could say that” I smiled. I could tell Mom knew immediately what I meant by her own sly grin.
“Good thing I ordered the big breakfast platter; you two probably worked up an appetite,” chuckled Mom.
I replied, “Well, I had a snack but I’m still pretty hungry.”
“Dirty girl,” Mom teased. “Food should be here soon, but I’m going to jump in the shower now. Hopefully there’s still some hot water left.”
Dad headed toward their bedroom, “I’m going to get changed and then we can eat when it gets here.”
“I thought we were going to stay naked?” I replied with a whine. We were all still naked, my wet hair clung to my damp skin. I was hoping to let myself air-dry after Dad and I toweled the main stuff off.
“I’m fine with that,” Mom replied, looking over at Dad. He looked a bit more hesitant.
“You might be fine with that,” he said. “But I think the delivery person might not enjoy it when he drops off the food ... unless either of you answer the door.”
I started to say, “I’ll do-”
“NO!” Dad cut me off. Spoil sport. “I’ll get the food, Janet you can shower and Jane ... get the table ready and try not to tease me too much. I’m only one man, ok?”