Pushing Boundaries
Copyright© 2026 by Fanlon
Chapter 4
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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
We returned to find Mandy vacuuming the family room. Jerry had left to run some errands, and Mandy quickly put the kids to work cleaning the bathrooms and kitchen. She looked at me for a long moment, and I could tell she wanted me to volunteer, but ... I wasn’t going to. I’d spent way too long in our marriage wiping down counters and tables after she’d used them or picking up crap she’d left strewn around the house. It’d been a constant sticking point, and there was no way I was going to do it now that we were divorced. It was her place and her mess. She could clean it herself.
I headed down to the basement and got my laptop out. I didn’t have anything to do for the office over the holidays. We were slow like most businesses, but I still wanted to check in from time to time, just in case. Fortunately, a quick skim of my email showed that nothing had changed during my drive across the country. I flipped over to my personal emails and deleted the usual buildup of “special offers” from various companies that had somehow gotten me on their mailing lists. There were actually very few actual personal emails, since most of them usually came from the kids and they were here.
That said, there was a nice Holiday email from James and Judy. It was their annual Christmas letter, now emailed instead of costing them stamps, and they mentioned their cross-country trip and seeing “their good friend John and his kids.”
I smiled at that.
I still heard the vacuum cleaner running upstairs, so I decided to quickly check one of the story sites I regularly visited. I’d been following an author who released weekly and hadn’t had time to see if there was a new chapter. To my pleasant surprise, there was. I settled into to read.
The story was really good. The chapter started off really tame, but soon a torrid sex scene started. It was pretty damn hot, and I got so involved in reading that I lost track of my surroundings until Amber plopped down on the couch next to me.
“Must be pretty good,” she said with a smirk.
“Huh?” I said, shaking off my inattention.
“The story. It must be pretty good to cause this.” She reached into my lap and wrapped her soft fingers around my erection.
I raised an eyebrow at her and gave her one of those, ‘thanks Captain Obvious’ looks. She just smirked, completely unfazed at my reaction, as her fingers tightened on my shaft as if testing its hardness.
“How’s the cleaning?” I asked, knowing there was no way she was done upstairs and was just using me as a way to get out of helping.
“Oh, Joe and I are done. Mom’s still working on the kitchen.”
“Really?” I asked, making it completely clear I was calling her bluff. As expected, her cheeks pinkened, and she lowered her eyes, her hand remaining firmly attached to my member jutting out proudly from between my legs. “Amber, are you done cleaning?”
“No...” She murmured, not meeting my eyes. “Joe’s and my rooms are clean. The bathroom’s done too. Mom is still working on the living room, and the kitchen still isn’t done.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be helping?” I asked. “You know company is coming over, and you know how your mom is about the house being clean before they show up.”
“I know,” Amber grumbled. “I just wanted to come see what you were doing, and when I saw...” she stroked me once to emphasize what she was referring to. “I wanted to come sit with you instead of helping clean upstairs.”
Feeling her hand as it slid along my length was really nice. I was already turned on from the story, and feeling someone else’s hand on me in the way Amber was touching me only heightened my urge to keep reading. I knew I needed to stop her, though, regardless of how much I wanted her to keep going.
Amber kept her eyes locked on my dick in her hands. She continued to gently and steadily slide her hand up and down my hardened shaft.
I cleared my throat loudly, drawing her attention away from my cock and up to my face. I gave her a look. She tried to ignore the look like it wasn’t there, and smirked as a reply of her own. My eyes narrowed, and her hand paused.
“This is not the time,” I said. There was no chance that her mom hadn’t noticed her absence, and it was only a matter of time before Mandy came looking for her. That was the last thing I needed at the moment. Mandy coming down to find Amber working my cock was not something I wanted to deal with right now. Not because she’d be upset, because that would be the last thing she would be. She’d want to join in, and I wasn’t at all interested in that.
“I know, but you’re the one with the problem,” Amber said. “I’m just ... helping.”
“It’s not a problem.” I shook my head. “At least, it’s not something I want to take care of now.”
Her eyes brightened, and she smiled. “Later?”
“Sure. Now, what’s your brother doing while you’re down here with me?”
“Talking to Marissa,” Amber answered, slowly let go of my dick.
“I bet he is,” I chuckled. “You should probably go save him before Mom goes in there and embarrasses him for not helping clean the living room.”
Amber nodded and got the hint. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”
She leaned over, gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, and scampered up the stairs.
After Amber left, I closed my laptop and took a little time to just sit and let my emotions and the stimulation the story had given me subside. I wasn’t a teenager where it felt like I had to get off every time I got hard. When I was well below half mast, I headed upstairs myself.
I found Jerry had returned but was still wearing clothes, which was a bit surprising. Mandy saw me looking at him and smiled weakly before elbowing him and whispering something into his ear. Whatever it was, it was about me, because he immediately said, “I’m going to go get out of these clothes. Be right back.”
I looked around and saw that Mandy had finished with whatever cleaning she was going to do. The house looked really nice. Now, if she could just keep it that way, it wouldn’t be a mad dash to pull off huge overhaul cleaning sessions any time someone might come over.
She’d also gotten out the relish tray from the grocery store and some chips, as well as a small tub of grocery store salsa. I fought back a frown at that. Salsa wasn’t too hard to make fresh, even in December, and it certainly tasted better than what she’d bought. There were even a half dozen brands that tasted better than what she just placed on the counter. I had to remind myself, this was her house now, so it wasn’t my place to say anything. Though if Joe kept going down the road of becoming a home cook, I had no doubt he’d start raising the bar of what good food was. Just the thought of that happening made my chest swell with pride.
The five of us all congregated in the living room, enjoying a little idle chitchat. Mandy was sitting next to Jerry, while Amber was next to me, and Joe was the lone ranger in the recliner. We mostly talked about college football, of all things. Mandy was a big fan, like I was. Jerry only casually followed it, but knew that I did and was happy to ask a bunch of questions about how the season had gone. Unfortunately, that wasn’t as well as I’d hoped. My team had ended up in one of those minor bowl games that no one can even remember the name of, much less care about.
It was interesting when Joe brought up food. Jerry got really into those conversations, and I started to see some of the things Mandy saw in him. Cooking and being a restaurateur were big passions of his. It was something he could bond with Joe about, and it was immediately obvious those two were doing just that. I thought I would feel jealous, but I didn’t. I was actually happy about it. With as awkward as the whole nudism thing was, it was great to see there was something they enjoyed together.
While we guys talked, Mandy and Amber just watched. Amber, like always, tried to keep as much of her body pressed up against me as possible. Jerry noticed immediately, his eyes widening, at how casual the two of us were, but didn’t say anything about it.
When the doorbell finally rang, Mandy threw on a robe. Amber was right on her heels as the two of them went to answer it. Jerry, Joe, and I just sat there continuing to talk about the merits of flat tops versus pans and grills and the different things you could do with each that you couldn’t with the others. It was an interesting conversation that I was happy to be a part of.
“They’re here!” Amber called out excitedly from the front door landing.
At that, Jerry and I stood up. It was instinct for me to want to go and greet the new arrivals, but I managed to remember and remind myself that this wasn’t my house. So, I stayed right where I was. Jerry moved forward to greet them like I would have, with a warm smile on his face.
Keith and Wendy were the archetype of “ugly guy gets the hot girl.” Keith was short, barely taller than Mandy, with thick glasses, thinning curly brown hair, and goofy teeth that stopped just short of being bucktoothed. He was slim with a little paunch but still incredibly popular in swinger circles for a few reasons. The first of which was that he was absolutely hilarious. He missed his calling as a comedian and everyone loved to be around him. The other reasons were less obvious. You might not have known at first glance, but every guy and girl in our circle was well aware of what Keith brought to the parties, and if we were honest, that was the biggest reason women loved him, pun intended. Not only did he have a huge cock, but he also knew how to use it. A deadly combination if there ever was one.
Wendy, I mean damn! She could’ve been a professional model if she’d wanted to when she was younger. Tall and athletic with flawless skin. Things had changed when she had kids, unfortunately, and she’d never been able to shed the extra pounds. Not that she didn’t try to get her twenty-something body back, it just didn’t work for her. She still ran all the time and swore by the Yoga studio she went to. So, while she might have added a few pounds here and there, she was more flexible than ever. Go figure!
The one thing that didn’t change with the years was Wendy’s hair. It was still long and blonde and curled perfectly around her oval face, framing it flawlessly. There were times when I could see the woman she had been years ago. Couple that with the way she would smile when she was truly happy and the way her eyes would shine, it was easy to see the hints of how beautiful she’d been, and honestly, still was.
She also had an incredibly kinky mind and very few, if any inhibitions except one: she refused to “play” without Keith around. I’d once seen her pull a train at a swinger’s party, insisting that Keith was there at her side the whole time. When everyone else was done with her, she demanded that Keith be her last partner of the night. It was both crazy and endearing all at the same time. It was all that much better that Keith enjoyed it as much as Wendy did. If there was ever the perfect match of two people in our world, it was these two.
After a round of welcome hugs at the top of the stairs with Mandy and Amber, Keith took a moment to take in the nude forms of my ex-wife and my daughter, and then Jerry. He grinned, before turning and seeing me standing and watching from the living room. The moment our eyes met, he started laughing and moved to unbutton his shirt.
“I see some things haven’t changed,” Keith said, pulling his shirt off his shoulders before he started working his belt.
“You know better than that,” I called back, smirking as I shook my head at his stupid and obvious comment.
“John, you’re here!” Wendy’s eyes widened in excitement. “Mandy said you were here, but I didn’t believe her.”
“Hey!” Mandy cried. “I told you—”
“You’ve told me a lot of things over the years...” Wendy gave a sideways look at Mandy that screamed there was a lot more there that wasn’t said.
Still, that didn’t stop Wendy from kicking off her shoes and ripping off her top. I couldn’t help but laugh at how fast she stripped. Wendy was never one to be left out, and she didn’t waste a second in joining the rest of us in our birthday suits. She didn’t make a striptease out of it like Mandy or Amber would’ve, but soon she was nude like the rest of us.
“Amber, will you grab their clothes and put them downstairs?”
“Sure!” Amber answered sweetly. She scooped up the discarded fabric and thundered down the stairs like her life depended on it.
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