Pushing Boundaries
Copyright© 2026 by Fanlon
Chapter 5
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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 quickly retreated to the basement, in hopes of getting away from what I knew was going to be a spirited conversation about what all had just happened and didn’t happen at the same time. Mandy wasn’t just going to let it go. She was like a dog with a bone when she wanted something and it was clear what she wanted: to get back in with our old friends and swing again.
I didn’t want to be in the middle of that whole situation. They’d made the bed they were in, literally, and now they needed to lie in it. I was not going to be their sex therapist or anything of the sort. I had to draw a line in the sand, and that was it. Besides, I didn’t want to deal with Mandy and Jerry any more than I had to tonight. Not after learning what I had. Mandy was on her own, and now she was Jerry’s problem, and I was glad for that.
There were days when I really wondered why I’d married her, even though I knew the answer. I’d been young, she was gorgeous, and even better, she’d been horny and wanted me. What wasn’t to like in that situation? When it came to sex, she was pretty much down for anything—nudism, swinging, BDSM, everything and anything. When I’d met her, finding a girl who not only understood being a nudist but also loved the idea of being one herself, that was like finding a unicorn.
To add the proverbial cherry on top, Mandy loved to come and come and come, as often as possible. She was insatiable, and if she couldn’t have my cock in her mouth or her pussy, she wanted it in her hand. All the time. Unfortunately, I fell into the age-old trap of falling in love with how hot and open-minded she was and not who she actually was, and it just took me way too long to realize that hot sex wasn’t enough to base a marriage on. It wasn’t until the kids were born that I realized how freaky and crazy she was when it came to her kinks. At first, it was so fucking hot to listen to her talk. Then, her inability to think things through before acting came to the fore and was the final nail in the coffin of our marriage.
That’s not to say she wasn’t a great mom. She really was, both before and after the divorce. She just let her pussy do a lot of the thinking for her, which could cause enormous issues, such as when she went after Jerry even though he was married.
All of that realization reminded me and reinforced the idea that I’d made the right decision to divorce Mandy. Even if that meant I didn’t get to see my kids every single day, it was still worth it to me.
Since it wasn’t time for me to go to bed yet, I settled onto the couch in the family room. I grabbed the TV remote and turned the TV on. I was still flipping channels when Amber’s footsteps sounded from the stairs. She saw me, grinned, and hurried over to my side. I opened my arm, and she nestled in, twisting just enough that she leaned against me and pulled my arm down over her, mimicking a seat belt of sorts. It’s a funny comparison, but it made her feel safe and secure, so it was an apt, if silly, one. My arm draped over her shoulder and down her chest, resting in the valley between her tits.
“So, what are we watching?” She twisted in my arm and looked up at me expectantly.
“No clue,” I answered. “I haven’t found anything yet.”
“Let me see.” She took the remote from my hand and started flipping through channels, of course going through the ones I’d already just scanned through myself.
“There’s not a lot on,” I said.
“That’s because Mom won’t pay for Showtime.”
“HBO, Showtime, Cinemax,” I started rambling off all the premium channels the kids used to watch all the time. “Those all cost a lot of money.”
If any of what I’d just said registered in her mind, she didn’t show it.
“Ooh! That looks good.” Amber stopped on a scene of a woman in a trench coat, red dress flashing below it, and heels hurrying down a darkened street. It was obviously some old B-movie or TV show that had long gone off the air, but the woman certainly caught her attention. Still, none of that mattered. She read books or watched movies because of the covers, not the descriptions. She hit the play button and let out a little giggle as she set the remote down and snuggled in closer. Her now-empty hand dropped to my lap.
I relaxed into the couch and adjusted to the weight of my daughter as she got comfortable. After a little bit of feeling around, she found my cock and wrapped her fingers around it, holding it delicately in her hand. She sighed contentedly.
The show did turn out to be an old TV series, obviously intended for late-night rather than prime time. I found the plot weak and the writing just barely tolerable. However, the actors were very good-looking, both the men and the women. Somehow, the storyline demanded that the male lead confront the female lead while she was just in a lacy teddy, getting ready for bed. Accusations flew, dramatic protests were made. And then ... the two leads were locked in a passionate embrace.
Amber started gently playing with me, instead of just holding me. She started stroking my cock in small increments, but her movements grew longer and more languid with each stroke. It wasn’t long before the reaction she was hoping for took shape in her palm. She danced her fingers around the shaft and down to the crown. Then she ran them lightly up the side, which caused my dick to pulse, growing more rigid with each beat of my heart. Once I was hard enough, she wrapped her fingers all the way around my shaft and started stroking me with purpose.
As Amber stroked me, her body shifted, my hand moving from between her breasts to on top of one. With my warm skin on hers, I felt her nipple stiffen instantly. It was crazy how fast her body reacted to stimulation. That was something only the young could do so quickly and with such minimal movement. Her nipple was incredibly hard, feeling like a pebble rubbing across the skin of my palm.
I let my fingertips drag across the soft, but at the same time firm, swells. She trembled faintly as I used the barest pressure on her skin. Her body shivered as a chill raced through her, and she made a soft, happy sound, and I smiled.
On the screen, the passionate couple had tumbled onto the bed, kissing madly. Amber turned and rested the side of her head against my chest as she watched her hand work my shaft. All her attention was on what she was doing to me.
Then, of course, a commercial came on. And, like all commercials, the volume jumped.
Amber and I both startled. She quickly bent forward, grabbed the remote, and hit the mute button. Her sudden movement pushed my hand from her breast, and I pulled it back, resting it across the back of the couch behind her. With the sound gone from the TV, she tossed the remote aside and grabbed my cock again, this time with both hands.
“This is so much better than that show,” she said. Her eyes danced as they found mine.
I chuckled. “You think so?” I teased. “That show was pretty good.”
“Oh, come on,” Amber rolled her eyes and giggled, her hand never stopped moving up and down my shaft. “You hated it. It was terrible.”
“It really was horrible.”
“Like I said.” Amber grinned like she’d won the debate. “This is way better.”
Amber stroked me slowly at first. She started at the bottom of my cock and slid her hand all the way to the crown. She kept the perfect pressure as she did, which felt amazing. She continued to play with me, teasing me, as my breathing grew shallower and faster.
Her eyes met mine again, and I saw a question in them. She bit her bottom lip between her teeth. A look that I was powerless to ignore. It was my kryptonite, and she knew it all too well. Her eyes flashed to her right, towards the back of the couch where my arm was resting, before landing back again on me. I just smiled. I knew what she wanted, but she also knew I wasn’t going to do anything without her asking for it. That was one of the rules Mandy and I had agreed upon when we’d started the journey of self-exploration with Joe and Amber. We would never force our own ideas and desires on them. Never.
Amber knew I would do what she was asking, and when I didn’t object or move to stop her, she reached over and grabbed my arm off the back of the couch, dropping my hand high on her thigh.
Her skin was incredibly warm. Her legs perfectly smooth as always. I didn’t understand how she managed to keep them so smooth without taking five or six showers a day just to shave them. Whatever she was doing, it was working. With my hand now where she wanted it, her own went back to work on my hardness. Any pretense of my dick just being a security blanket of sorts was cast aside. She was on a mission. One that would end with my orgasm and nothing short of that would satisfy her.
My fingers squeezed her leg, feeling the tight muscles beneath the skin tense at the sudden pressure. She was filling out, and not just what you could see as the obvious growth like her breasts. Her hips were flaring out nicely, her thighs stronger, thicker, but not at all large. They were powerful, however. Her legs parted as I massaged her skin, pulling my fingers up on the inside of her thigh, as my thumb dug in across the top on the other side.
It only took me grabbing her twice before her knees parted wide and she shifted her position again, now resting her back against the couch next to me. That gave me access to where she hoped and wanted my hand to go.
With each squeeze of her thigh, I moved my hand further up. The crease of her leg was only a fraction of an inch from my pinky, and her hips were starting to move, rolling with my touch. Her heat was intense. If I had been doing this with Mandy, I would have been able to smell the unmistakable scent of her arousal by now. Not Amber, however. There was no musk, no obvious aroma that told me she was in the mood and ready. However, I could see the glistening moisture between her legs. I could see the way her lips glistened and how her clit grew more prominent the more she got turned on.
As my fingers brushed across the smooth lips of her sex, she bit down on her lower lip. She moaned through clenched teeth as her chest pressed forward and he head tilted back, exposing her throat. Her grip on my cock tightened. Not to the point of pain, nothing of the sort. She tightened to the pressure she knew I loved and would make me come. It was almost shocking how she managed it with a practiced ease. It had been months since she’d touched me like this. Still, she remembered all those times when she explored me at her mother’s direction. What Mandy had told her, the secrets she’d taught her.
With the way Amber was working me, I knew it wouldn’t be long. Especially since my encounters had been so few and far between since the divorce. That said, I wasn’t without talent myself. I knew what would drive her crazy and started down the path of doing exactly that.
My fingers slid across her most sensitive spots, never lingering longer than a moment, as I passed from one side of her slit to the other. Each time I did, I made sure I didn’t touch her clit. Once I did that, she would ramp up quickly to her own orgasm, and there was nothing that would stop that train once it was rolling down those tracks.
“Mmm,” Amber moaned as my fingers came within a hair’s breadth of her clit. “Please, Daddy.”
I loved the sound of her voice when she pleaded with me in moments like this. It was nothing like when she would hound me for a toy or some sort of clothing she wanted. Everything about this scenario was different. Her voice, her eyes, her touch, all of it combined, was like night and day. She was a woman in need, a desperate desire to feel me, to experience my hands as they brought her pleasure.
I enjoyed teasing Amber when given the chance, but tonight wasn’t one of those nights. I smiled at her yearning and slipped my fingers between her tight, wet folds. She was more turned on than I could ever remember. My fingers pressed at her entrance, and she mewled, her hips rolling forward, pressing her pussy against my hand. I only took the slightest pressure for me to slip my finger inside of her.
“Yesss!” Amber’s muffled cry slipped out between her clenched lips.
She was tight, really tight. I thought she might be aroused enough for me to slip in two fingers, but feeling the way her inner walls gripped me, I quickly ditched that idea. Not that I didn’t think a second would fit, but I knew it wasn’t needed. Not with how revved up she was. I started sliding my finger in and out of her pussy slowly. I curled it forward slightly, rubbing the tip against her, searching for that special spot.
“You like that?” I asked, knowing the sound of my voice would only heighten her emotions and the feeling of my finger inside of her. “Do you like it when I push my finger inside of you like this?”
I kept talking to her, keeping my voice low as I was searching for her spot. Amber loved it when I played with her clit, and I mean, really loved it. But she was a whole different animal when I found her G-spot, which was exactly what I wanted to do. “When I find that little spot that—”
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