Pushing Boundaries
Copyright© 2026 by Fanlon
Chapter 2
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 2 - 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
The two of us sat on the couch, Amber sitting close, our hips pressed together. Every time she shifted her legs, her thigh would rub against mine. She was really starting to fill out quickly now. More and more like her mother every day, so much so that it was almost scary. God help whatever boy caught her eye.
Normally, when the two of us were on the couch, or any seat for that matter, my little girl would snuggle into me, burrowing her way under my arm. This time she didn’t. She was waiting for me to say there was nothing to watch and that we should head upstairs. She was right in that I did indeed say those words, and not because I knew she wanted to hear them, but because they were true. There was nothing good or new on Netflix that was catching my attention. At least not for the moment.
So, when I turned off the TV and set the remote back on the end table, Amber was already up on her feet, eying the stairs.
“Alright, fine,” I faux sighed, which got her giggling. “Let’s go back upstairs, maybe your mom and brother are done ‘talking.’” I did the air quotes gesture and put extra emphasis on the word talking.
“Oh, I’m sure Mom’s not talking,” Amber smirked. “Hard to do with your mouth full.”
I laughed at that, shrugging as if unsure what I was supposed to say. Amber watched me for a second before she too started laughing. The implications of her statement were hilarious and surprising all at the same time. First, she was implying that her mom was blowing her brother. Second, she knew firsthand that you couldn’t talk with a dick in your mouth.
The two of us just laughed. Every time I started to get a grip, Amber would snort or giggle in a certain way that would set me off all over again.
“Good lord, I needed that,” I said, finally getting control over myself.
“Needed what, Daddy?” Amber asked, her face red and with a smile that reached almost ear to ear.
“A good laugh, kiddo,” I replied, taking a deep breath to calm the rest of the way down, but the smile on my face wouldn’t fade. Laughing like that made me feel better. The nerves and weirdness of me being here, in my old house, my ex’s house, just melted away. “Come on, let’s go upstairs.”
Our timing was pretty good because when we got to the top of the stairs, we found Mandy just closing the refrigerator. She paused when she noticed us, her eyes doing a quick head-to-toe scan before smiling, holding up an opened bottle of Michelob.
“You want one?” Mandy asked.
“Sure, why not?”
“Coming right up.” She smiled, diving back into the fridge. “I didn’t expect you two for a while.” I gave her a questioning look. It wasn’t exactly unfriendly, but it wasn’t a ray of sunshine kind of look either. She hurried to explain what she meant. “I just figured you two would be talking and catching up for a bit.”
“Mom, I talk to Daddy almost every day...” Amber groaned as if what her mother had just said was the dumbest thing she’d ever heard.
“I know.” Mandy’s face reddened as she handed me a cold beer. “I was just thinking you two would take longer to get unpacked and settled.”
I furrowed my brow. Just what exactly did she think we were doing?
Amber smiled, shrugged, and the three of us sat down at the kitchen table.
“What time is Jerry supposed to get here?”
“He texted a couple minutes ago.” Mandy took a sip from her Michelob. “He said that he would be here in an hour and a half or so.”
“Cool so we have time for a game.” Amber bounced excitedly, before yelling in the direction of her brother’s room. “Joe, come on!”
Amber turned to me. “What do you want to play?”
“How about cards?” Mandy suggested, “We could play Hearts or Pitch.”
“Rummy!” Amber called out.
I looked at Mandy, asking a silent question. She shrugged. “Sure.”
“Okay, kiddo,” I said as I slid into the chair opposite Mandy. “Go get the cards and tell your brother to get out here.”
Amber grinned and bounded off.
To my surprise, when she returned, she had a grinning Joe in tow.
“Everything good?” I asked.
“Yeah, I was talking to Marissa,” he said sheepishly.
“Ah.” It took me a minute to remember that Marissa was the girl he had a crush on. To the best of my knowledge, they’d still never met in person. Though from the talks I’d had with him, the two of them were trying to plan a chance to get together next summer.
If he had been indeed talking to Marissa, that made me start to question if Amber’s assertion that while she was sitting on the couch with me, Mandy was giving our son a blowjob was accurate or not. Surely she wasn’t doing so while Joe was talking to Marissa. Then again, we were talking about Mandy here. I tried not to let my mind wander too far down that road.
“How’s she doing?” I asked, doing my best to focus on what he’d said he’d been doing instead of what I’d previously thought.
“She’s really good,” Joe replied. The genuine happiness on his face was infectious and I was truly happy for him. “She’s really excited about next summer.”
“And you aren’t?” Amber teased.
“Oh I’m just as excited!” Joe smiled unabashedly.
I glanced over at his mom, and she just shook her head, smiling as she followed the conversation.
We played one game of rummy, in which we were all dominated by Mandy in less than ten minutes. It was ridiculous and quickly put an end to all thoughts of playing that game again. We decided we wanted to play a team game. There were two solid options, Hearts and Pitch. Both were fun and tended to bring out some pretty serious competition. Either way, everyone knew both games, and for no other reason than it was the first game that came to mind, I decided to suggest Hearts.
“How about we play Hearts?” I asked everyone around the table.
“Me and Daddy against you and mom,” Amber called out. Joe and Mandy looked at each other, nodded, and turned back to face us.
“You’re on!” Joe replied, high-fiving Mandy confidently.
“Oh, you’re sooo going down, right, Daddy?!” Amber turned to me and there was a competitive fire in her eyes that was both beautiful and equally just as scary.
“They don’t stand a chance,” I replied, my voice lowered conspiringly, but clearly loud enough for everyone around the table to hear.
The first couple of rounds went smoothly. No one was trying to sandbag more than what would be considered normal. No one was throwing off or misplaying on accident. There were still some fun comments made, a little playful jawing here and there. That changed during the third round, which ended up getting a little heated.
Sitting to Amber’s right, Joe stuck Amber with the Queen of Spades twice, to her loud protests. She kept trying to stick him in return, but never had the cards to quite do it. I watched Joe slyly tease her and drop an off-card time and time again when she was the high card. The flash of frustration and hurried look through her hand to try to get back at him reminded me of old times. Mandy and I shared a smile.
To no surprise, Amber and I lost the first game. It was close, but not that close, if you know what I mean. Amber, of course, demanded a rematch. She also insisted Joe and I switch seats, as I was to Amber’s left. Joe protested, seeing no need at all to get up from his chair.
In the end, Mandy told him to switch seats with her. With the kids across from each other, we had a detente of sorts. Since Mandy and Joe had won the last game, Mandy dealt the next game of Hearts.
That game went a lot calmer, mainly because Amber managed to shoot the moon, which led to her leaping up from her chair and doing a little dance. Her growing breasts jiggled as she hopped and spun, which all of us noticed, but Mandy just smirked while Joe grinned in appreciation.
They were nice breasts. Watching them jiggle was a lot of fun, and it was hard not to appreciate the allure of a maturing chest of a freshly minted teenage girl.
We got back to the game, and then Amber immediately got stuck with the Queen of Spades in both of the next two hands, all but cancelling out her score from Shooting the Moon. She grumbled about that, but it was just dumb luck. No one had passed her any of the cards that screwed her. However, that just made it neck and neck until the last hand, when Amber and I squeaked out the win on the final hand.
“Yes!” She jumped up again, pumping her arms in the air before holding them aloft in victory. Joe and I shared a grin, and Mandy chuckled as she watched her daughter’s celebration. It went on a little longer than would be considered polite, but we were all used to it, and Joe just rolled his eyes as we waited for her to sit back down.
“Alright, one more ga—” Amber was cut off by the unmistakable sound of the garage door opening.
It looked like Jerry was home.
I hadn’t met Jerry before, so this was going to be interesting. I hadn’t even seen a picture of him, not that I would have asked for one if I’d have wanted to, which I didn’t. I’d heard enough about him from the kids to have a vague idea of what to expect. The man who came in from the garage did not disappoint.
He was burly with thick arms and just a hint of a stomach paunch under his restaurant manager’s uniform. He had a full black beard and mustache that were a little unkempt, probably due to just getting off of work and not to his lack of grooming, I assumed. His facial hair matched his wavy, thick hair on top of his head. He reminded me a bit of a younger Jerry Garcia, but without the laid-back energy. This Jerry had a grumble hanging unsaid on his lips and a tiredness to his step. When he saw us, he nodded.
Mandy stood, so I did, too.
Jerry’s eyes flicked down my naked body, but only for a second. The corners of his mouth turned up in a smirk, as if he’d just seen something he thought was funny. I did my best to ignore it, but my hackles rose slightly.
He walked into the kitchen and headed straight for Mandy, wrapping her in his arms before placing a kiss on her lips, and then looking around at the table. Joe and Amber remained quiet, watching. When Jerry’s eyes landed on me, we regarded each other.
“Jerry,” Mandy said, “this is John. John, Jerry.”
“Good to meet you.” Jerry extended his hand.
“Good to meet you, too,” I said.
We shook. His grip was firm without any of the dominance shit some guys tried to pull. When we let go, he glanced quickly at the kids, who’d stayed seated, before smiling at Mandy.
“Man,” he said, sighing as if it had been a stressful shift. “I could really use a beer. And to get out of these clothes.”
The guy did have a haggard look to him, which made me think my assumption about his grooming habits was most likely correct. Working in a restaurant, the heat of the kitchen made sense. At least he wasn’t covered with fryer grease or something equally terrible that didn’t just wash off easily.
“I’ll get you a beer,” Mandy said quickly, sliding away from him before opening the refrigerator and bending over to grab a beer. I watched Jerry as his eyes followed my ex-wife, and when she bent over, the smile spread across his face at the sight.
Jerry looked back over at me for a moment, still grinning. “Be right back.”
He headed down the hall toward the master bedroom as Mandy stood and closed the fridge. She’d grabbed two bottles, one Michelob for herself and a Bud for Jerry. I raised my eyebrows in a silent question.
She shrugged. “It’s what he likes. You want another Stella?”
“Sure.” I shrugged. I was not going to turn away another cold beer.
“I’m gonna go game,” Joe said as he stood.
“You don’t want to hang out with us?” his mom asked.
“Nah, I promised the guys and Marissa I would get online again.”
“Don’t stay up too late,” his mom warned as she set her and Jerry’s beers on the table before digging into the fridge again.
“I won’t,” he promised.
Amber stood. “I’m gonna watch him.” That was a bit of a shock, I figured she would stay. “What, why are you looking at me like that?” she asked. “Sometimes it’s fun to watch, and I get to talk to Marissa and tease Joe. It’s fun.”
“You don’t stay up too late, either,” Mandy said to Amber.
“I won’t.” But she smirked. I’d known that smirk since she’d learned how to do it. Something was up, which made me wonder what she’d really do.
Both kids headed out and I sat back down, now with an open Stella in front of me. Mandy sat down, too, with her Michelob. She shifted in her seat, and I could tell she was nervous, but she didn’t say anything.
Instead, we waited for Jerry to return.
When he did, he walked into the kitchen. He was trying to look like he was completely comfortable with everything going on. Which I was sure wasn’t easy. His girlfriend, my ex, and I were sitting in the kitchen completely naked and not doing a single thing to try to obscure any parts of our bodies from one another. I don’t care who you are; that had to be awkward. It was for me, and his situation with Mandy was far different than mine.
Jerry had a genuine, if slightly nervous, smile on his face as he moved through the kitchen to join us at the table. He’d come back out completely nude, like the rest of us. I had mixed emotions about seeing him that way. One half of me was glad he was joining in with my family’s lifestyle. The other half of me wasn’t because I noticed right away that he wasn’t exactly flaccid as I would have expected.
Jerry wasn’t exactly fat, but he wasn’t nearly what would be considered slim. The thick body hair that covered him nearly from head to toe was jarring. Not that body hair in and of itself was a bad thing or even shocking, I just hadn’t expected it. I knew Mandy preferred little to no body hair on her men. I could see why Amber would be immediately put off by his look. The thick thatch that grew around his dick was intense and wild. Just from this quick look, it was easy to tell he was one of those guys who thought real men don’t shave dicks. Seeing his half-hard shaft jutting out from the dense black hair was much more prevalent because of it.
Now, to be fair, no guy is in complete control of his dick. As much as people like to believe that’s the case, it’s just not. Erections happen, but you have to act like you’ve been here before, and that it’s not a big deal, or it’s immediately noticed. Jerry was holding his hands in such a way that he was trying to hide the fact that he wasn’t completely soft and that was what drew eyes to the region he was trying to hide.
Mandy noticed the state of his dick like I did and turned to look at me, her face dusted with a slight blush.
“Come sit down, Jerry,” Mandy said, lifting up the Budweiser so he could see it.
“Thanks, babe.” Jerry grinned and quickly took a seat next to Mandy. “I’ve been waiting for one of these all night.” Jerry grabbed the brown bottle and lifted it to his lips, tipping the bottle up and not lowering it until it was halfway gone. He grinned and wiped his face with his forearm before smiling and saying, “Ah, so good!”
“Jerry is new to being a nudist,” Mandy started explaining. “He was pretty shocked the first couple of times he came over and found us all...” Mandy used her hands to indicate her body. “ ... naked.”
“I don’t know if shocked is the right word for it,” Jerry chuckled.
“It wasn’t that bad,” Mandy groaned, glaring at Jerry before shifting her attention back to me and finishing her story. “Anyway, he’s still getting used to being naked all the time and not getting a damned hard-on every time he sees skin.”
I started laughing at that, and Jerry’s face flushed a deep crimson.
“Why’d you have to tell him that!” Jerry hissed under his breath. “He doesn’t need to know about my dick, Mandy.”
“You think he didn’t notice you were half hard when you walked in here?”
“What, no, I wasn’t...” Jerry argued, but it was a halfhearted attempt.
“Jerry, I get it,” I said. I wasn’t sure why I was offering him a lifeline. “It happens to the best of us. I’ve been a nudist for as long as I can remember, and every now and again, it happens to me too.”
“Seriously?” he asked, a hopeful look in his eyes. I nodded. “God, it’s just a lot, you know? It’s bad enough to see Mandy with her tits and pussy on full display. I’d seen those before, if you know what I’m saying?” Jerry winked at me like we were suddenly buddies.
I did my best to keep a neutral expression on my face even though every instinct in my body was telling me to get angry and protective.
“Then I saw little Amber running around naked as smooth and—”
“Jerry.” Mandy cut him off mid-sentence, glaring at him dangerously before giving me a pleading look. He completely missed the implication of that look on her face.
“What?” Jerry looked confused at being cut off. “I was just going to say—”
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