Pushing Boundaries
Copyright© 2026 by Fanlon
Chapter 12
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 12 - Spending Christmas with the kids meant dealing with his difficult ex. Earlier limits remained in place...but those old-fashioned rules wouldn't stop Amber from celebrating the holidays the way she wanted. Sometimes, you just have to push the boundaries to get what you really wanted, right?
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Mult Incest Mother Son Father Daughter Swinging Nudism
I was smiling ear to ear the whole way home from Frank’s. I knew before I even showed up that I was going to have a good time with Tom and Diane at their place. I always had every time I’d gone over to visit. This get-together was no different, and I had an absolute blast. Needless to say, the party was a great distraction from what had happened in the morning with Amber. Her asking me to have sex was not on my bingo card of things I’d expected. Then, when she asked me to think about it before immediately dismissing her request, I wasn’t sure how to handle it. At least that didn’t crush her feelings in some way.
The other thing that really threw me off was how much fun I had with Erin. She was definitely the brightest spot of the whole thing, and I found myself excited for her to come and visit. She was easy to talk to, which I already knew, but we’d never truly talked before. Now, the situation has changed for both of us and it was just really nice to be able to have an adult conversation and not have to tiptoe around certain aspects of my life and lifestyle as a whole. Erin knew all about the big things, nudism and swinging, and that just made it a whole lot easier.
Happily, Mandy and the kids had beaten me back to the house. I no longer had a key, which was a bit of an adjustment, as I found myself ringing the doorbell of the house I’d once lived in and called my own. Amber answered the door completely nude, of course. I just rolled my eyes and went inside.
“How were your friends?” she asked eagerly, a huge welcoming smile on her face.
“Good,” I said with a tired smile.
Amber tilted her head and she looked at me, as if there were something there she couldn’t quite make out.
“What?” I asked.
“You had sex,” she said as she put her hands on her hips and made a show of sniffing the air like some kind of bloodhound trying to pick up a scent.
The only smells she was going to pick up were the soap and shampoo that I’d used over at Tom and Diane’s. I didn’t dignify her statement with an answer, regardless of whether it was true or not.
“You did. I can smell it.”
“That, kiddo, is none of your business.” I smirked, knowing that would drive her crazy. “And no, you can’t. I took a shower.” I headed down the stairs before she could say anything further so I could get out of my own clothes.
“You did!” She followed me right into the guest room where I started undressing. “I knew it. Who did you see? How many people were there? Did you have fun—”
“Amber, enough,” My voice was firm, cutting off her rapid-fire questioning. “I know you want to know about everything all of the time.” I kept my eyes on hers as she fidgeted in place. “But you don’t need to know everything, okay?”
“I just—” Amber’s head fell, dejected.
“I know, I know,” I softened my tone. “If I want to tell you about it, I will. I promise.”
“Does that mean you’re going to—”
“No, not this time.”
“Oh...” Amber’s voice was barely above a whisper as she sulked.
“Come on,” I said, placing my hands on Amber’s shoulders and turning her around, leading her out of the guest room. “Let’s go upstairs, I’m hungry, and you can tell me about how it went over at your grandparents’ house.”
The two of us walked into the kitchen and found Mandy sitting at the table with an open beer in one hand, her phone in the other. She looked up and, seeing Amber and me, smiled.
“How’d it go?” I asked as I pulled open the refrigerator.
She shrugged with resignation. “Mom got on my ass, like usual.”
“Sorry to hear it.” And I was. Mandy’s mom was a piece of work. That said, while some people wanted to know all the details, I wasn’t one of them. I wasn’t going to ask why Mandy’s mom had been a bitch to her.
“I’m supposed to say hello.” Mandy gave me a pained smile. “So, hi.”
“Grandpa thought you were going to come with us since they knew you were in town,” Amber said as she took a seat at the table next to her mom.
“Really?” I turned to Mandy with a questioning look.
“Yeah, he did,” Mandy sighed. This was a pain point for her, knowing that her parents really liked me and often times were happier to see me than they were to see her when we visited.
“I guess I could have...” I said and quickly trailed off on that line of thinking.
“No, it was good that you didn’t,” Mandy replied.
“Alright then.” I nodded, grabbed a Stella from the fridge, and looked for the bottle opener.
“It’s over here.” Mandy held it up, smiling.
“Thanks.”
“So, besides your mom being ... well, your mom,” I said as I took my usual seat across the table from where Mandy was sitting. “How was everything else?”
“The kids had fun.” Mandy looked over to see Amber smiling brightly as she nodded along in agreement to her mother’s words.
“Did you get any good presents?” I asked Amber, who lit up like a Christmas tree at the question.
“Oh yeah!” Amber nodded excitedly. “I got a bunch of books and a gift card from Amazon that I can use for Kindle books and stuff.”
“Oh, that’s cool.” I smiled, feeding into her enthusiasm.
“Yeah, and get this.” Amber wiggled in her seat and leaned forward into the table. “Grandpa said that if I found a series I really like, he would buy those ones in hardcovers so I can build up my own bookshelves!”
“Oh!” I widened my eyes dramatically. “Now that would be really cool.”
“I know!” Amber giggled, her cheeks flushed due to how much she was smiling. Her face turned serious for a moment, like she just realized something. “I’m going to have to get a lot of bookshelves.”
“Hmm, I think you’re right.” I nodded solemnly, my mind already starting to plot out how to make that happen in Amber’s room back at my house.
The girls told me more about their visit while I took it all in. I actually enjoyed hearing about things like this; things that made my kids happy and even Mandy to one extent or another.
“I thought you said you were hungry?” Amber said once the conversation died down.
By this point, Mandy and I had already had two beers apiece, and not once had I thought about eating, even though that was my original goal when I headed upstairs.
“You know, you’re right,” I said, getting up and throwing away my empty bottle of Stella. “Anyone else hungry? I was thinking about slicing up some of that prime rib and making a sandwich.”
“Oh, that sounds wonderful,” Mandy agreed, her voice sounding like she was in the throes of an orgasm.
“Geez, Mom,” Amber teased Mandy.
“What?” Mandy questioned defensively.
“It’s a sandwich, not a co—” Amber took that moment to realize what she was about to say, and her whole face flushed in embarrassment.
“Oh, I know it’s not a nice hard dick, but your father’s French Dips or Phillies are almost better than a good orgasm.”
“Mom!” Amber squealed, her face falling into her hands, apparently mortified at her mother’s words. I barked out a laugh and looked back at Amber and Mandy. Both girls couldn’t have reacted any differently in the moment. Where Amber was hiding her face in her hands, Mandy was sitting up and preening proudly.
“Did someone say prime rib sandwiches?” Joe asked, walking into the kitchen with purpose and determination.
“Yup.” I looked over in time to see Joe licking his lips as he eyed the roast I’d just taken out of the fridge. “You want one?”
“You’re making it?” Joe asked
“Duh.” I rolled my eyes as I looked for the bread we’d purchased just for this purpose.
“Then hell, yes!” Joe replied. His own voice sounded almost as needy as his mother’s.
“Joe!” Mandy snapped, looking affronted. “Are you saying that if I made them, you wouldn’t want one?”
I felt terrible for Joe in that moment. There was no right answer. All Joe could do was offer an apologetic smile and wisely keep his mouth shut.
“I see how it is,” Mandy huffed.
“Don’t act like you don’t think Dad’s the better cook,” Amber said in support of her older brother, and making it sound like it wasn’t even a debate.
“I’m not arguing that at all,” Mandy chuckled. “It’s just that your brother wouldn’t even try it if I’d made it.”
“I guess I’ll take that as a compliment.” I smirked, and Mandy looked over at me lazily and rolled her eyes. “Joe, are we doing dips or Phillies?”
“Umm...” Joe stammered.
“Phillies!” Amber and Mandy chorused in unison.
“Phillies, I guess,” Joe echoed, shrugging.
“Sure,” I agreed. “Can you get out an onion and one of those green peppers?”
“On it!” Joe scurried to do as I asked while I started shaving off thin slices of prime rib.
While Joe and I were working on the meat and veggies, Amber took over toasting the bread, and Mandy excused herself to answer a call from Jerry. It didn’t take all that long to get everything going, and even less to get it all done and plates served up.
“Mom!” Joe yelled towards the hallway and the master bedroom where Mandy had vanished. “Dinner’s ready!”
Mandy came back out and looked decidedly less happy now than when she’d answered the call.
“Jerry said Merry Christmas,” Mandy said, a hint of annoyance or something more in her voice, as she sank down into her chair at the table.
“Everything alright?” I sat down at the table while Joe and Amber took their seats as well.
“It’s fine,” Mandy replied, waving off my question.
It was obvious to anyone with eyes that she was stewing about something. Early in our marriage, I would’ve tried to cajole her out of her bad mood and fix whatever was wrong. Now, that wasn’t my job anymore. Whatever had happened on the phone with Jerry wasn’t my business.
Still, I sighed. The old part of me felt sorry for her, but the rest of me knew better than to get involved. There were too many times when I’d tried to help, and all it did was cause even more problems. She’d just refuse any suggestions I made, even just to take care of herself, and by the end of it, it’d all be my fault. Then she’d pout even more. There was no way I could win, so I’d eventually learned not to play.
The Phillies were fantastic. Nothing like an actual sandwich from the actual Philadelphia with the wiz and what not, but pretty damned good for the middle of America. Everyone’s faces were a bit greasy due to how juicy the meat was and how quickly everyone devoured it. Still, everyone was all smiles and Joe and Amber told me all about their trip to Mandy’s parents.
After we were done eating, it was a group effort getting everything cleaned up. Mandy, shockingly, took the lead of the cleanup crew. Joe and Amber were in charge of packaging everything up and cleaning off the table and counters while Mandy and I handled the dishes. I was left with drying everything while she washed. There was a time when the four of us worked as a great team early on in our marriage, and this felt an awful lot like that.
Amber never strayed too far away from my side, always wanting to be within arm’s reach if at all possible. Mandy just laughed at her daughter’s antics, offering little hip checks here and there to get my attention, and then she would indicate how Amber was watching us and grinning as she went about cleaning off whatever surface she was in front of.
Once we got everything cleaned up, we all just kind of looked at each other, not sure what we should do next.
“Movie?” Amber asked as she dried her hands on the dish towel. I looked around the room to gauge everyone’s reaction to her suggestion, and when no one was outwardly complaining, I nodded.
“Sure, what movie did you have in mind?” I asked.
“I don’t know, it’s Christmas, so a Christmas movie, obviously,” Amber replied dramatically, like I’d asked a stupid question or something.
“That’s not much help,” I replied.
“Elf?” Joe offered, but no one jumped on that suggestion right away.
“Santa Clause?” Mandy suggested.
“Which one is that?” Amber asked, her face scrunching up in confusion.
“The one with Tim Allen where he accidentally kills Santa.”
“Oh!” Amber’s eyes lit up. “I love that one!”
“Yeah, me too,” Joe agreed.
“Santa Clause it is,” I said, and we all moved to take up our usual spots in the living room.