Pushing Boundaries
Copyright© 2026 by Fanlon
Chapter 8
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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
December 24
I woke up a little later than normal the next morning, but not too much later. After I took care of my ablutions, I decided that coffee was in order. I figured that other people were up, and surely someone had put on a pot of coffee already, so I headed upstairs.
When I passed by the family room on my way to the kitchen, I froze. My eyes locked on a sight I hadn’t actually expected to see.
Joe was sitting on the couch, leaning back, his eyes closed, with his hands down at his sides. That wasn’t what stopped me in my tracks, however. It was Mandy, on her knees in front of him, that gave me pause. Her head was bobbing up and down in that telltale way that every guy, and girl for that matter, knew what was happening. How long she’d been at it when I stumbled across them, I wasn’t sure, but judging by how relaxed he looked, it’d probably only just started.
I’d seen this many times before. Mandy loved Joe’s cock, always had. She was so excited when he was born because she knew, someday, this was exactly what she was going to be doing. I headed into the kitchen, doing my best to keep quiet and not wanting to interrupt. I found a nearly full pot and grabbed a mug from the cupboard and filled it up with the steaming dark liquid I cherished in the mornings.
I moved over to the table, which was clearly in view of what was going on. It’s not that I wanted to watch. I didn’t. It had just been habit for me over the years to pour myself a cup and sit down at the table. Mandy must have heard me, because no sooner had I set the mug down than she lifted up off of Joe’s hardness a moment later and looked over at me, smiling warmly.
“Good morning,” she said.
“Morning,” I picked up my mug and raised it in salute before taking another sip.
Joe didn’t look over. He just lifted a hand and waved lazily. I didn’t blame him. His focus was elsewhere and for good reason.
“I’m almost done,” Mandy explained, her hands steadily stroking our son’s turgid erection. “He had a pretty good case of morning wood.”
“You mean bad case?” I questioned.
“Morning wood is never bad,” Mandy laughed, maintaining her rhythm on Joe’s shaft while talking to me like it was just another day. It was just another day, and this wasn’t all that out of the norm, or at least it hadn’t been when I still lived here. It was a bit surprising to see it again now that I was back for a few days.
“Of course,” I chuckled, shaking my head. “How could I forget?”
“Good point, how did you forget?”
I just shrugged in response. “You still doing this every morning for him?”
“Mmm hmm. Pretty much, except for when Jerry’s here.” She grinned up at Joe and kept stroking his cock. “Unless he takes care of it first.”
I snorted softly. I doubt that happened very often. Why jack off if you could get a blowjob from your mom? I knew which option I would choose.
“If you want, I’ll be happy to take care of yours.” Her eyes flicked to my dick, which was only semi-hard.
“Maybe another time,” I replied before I could think about what I’d just said. I shouldn’t have said that. I should have just turned her down flat. That was stupid of me. Hopefully, she’d just take that as a polite brush off.
“I’ll count on that.” Mandy grinned brightly, her eyes dancing with anticipation.
Shit!
“Mom,” Joe groaned.
“Sorry, baby,” Mandy replied. “Let’s empty those beautiful balls of yours, okay?”
I could see the smirk on his face from here, and I just shook my head before taking another longer drought from my mug and watching as Mandy took Joe’s cock back into her mouth.
I don’t know what Mandy did exactly. I had a pretty good idea, but it was only a handful of seconds before I heard Joe’s low moan and his stomach flexed as he emptied the chamber right into his mother’s willing and waiting mouth.
I got up to refill my cup and ran into a red-faced Amber as she came into the kitchen from the direction of the hallway. I gave her a quick once-over, making sure she noticed how my eyes lingered on her face and chest. Both of which were flushed.
“Enjoyed the show, I take it?” I asked.
Amber blushed deeply and giggled, nodding.
“Do you want me to make you something?” I asked.
“No thanks,” She answered, moving to the fridge, opening it, and pulling out the milk. “I’m just going to have cereal.”
“I’ll make anything you want,” I offered again. “Eggs? Bacon? Hashbrowns?”
“No thanks, Daddy,” Amber smiled, grabbing a spoon, bowl, and the box of Honey Nut Cheerios.
If she didn’t want me to make her something, I wasn’t going to force her to. She moved to sit at the table with her arms full, and I pulled out the coffee pot and refilled my mug before joining her at the table.
Mandy came strolling into the kitchen, strutting like a proud peacock. She stopped behind Amber, bending down to kiss her on the top of the head. “Good morning, sweetheart.”
“Morning, Mom,” Amber replied between mouthfuls.
Mandy smiled and looked across the table at me eyeing my mug. “Did you leave any for me?”
“There’s enough left for a cup or two,” I replied, nodding my head towards the coffee maker.
“Thanks,” Mandy smiled, rubbing Amber’s shoulder lovingly for a second before heading to the kitchen.
“Where’s Joe?” I asked, noticing he had seemingly disappeared.
“He went to his room,” Mandy replied, and she poured the last remnants of the coffee into her mug. “He’ll be out after a bit. He mentioned something about signing up for a tournament.” There was a lull in the conversation for a moment, and I turned to see Mandy taking a sip while she leaned against the counter. She saw me looking at her and asked, “You hungry? I was hoping we could make some fried eggs and toast.”
That was a really subtle hint that she wanted me to make breakfast. Mandy was terrible at frying eggs, and we all knew it. I sighed, not quite reluctantly, because I was hungry myself, and some fried eggs and toast actually sounded good.
“Tell you what. You make the toast. I’ll do the eggs.”
She smiled and we got to work.
After breakfast, I headed down to the basement bathroom to take a shower. I wasn’t sure what we’d be doing the rest of the day, but I knew I wanted to spend it with the kids. I considered going to a movie. Whatever we did, I just wanted to get the three of us out of the house. If it weren’t winter, there would be a lot of options, but with the snow and the cold, that limited most of the usual outdoor activities. There was always bowling, our seemingly favorite family pastime. When we’d gone over the summer, we’d had a good time, but the three of us tended to get a bit competitive.
Then perfect plan hit me—ice skating. One of the shopping centers in town set up a temporary outdoor ice-skating rink over the holidays. It’d been a few years, but the kids had enjoyed it quite a bit the last time.
I headed upstairs to find Amber watching TV in the family room and Mandy sitting at the kitchen table with Joe, who was just now finishing his breakfast. I brought up my grand plan of ice skating, and Amber was all for it.
“Can we rent hockey skates this time?” Amber asked, shockingly excited at the concept.
“I don’t see why not,” I replied.
“You in?” I looked right at Joe, who perked up, which Mandy noticed.
“That sounds fun.” Mandy grinned, getting up from the table. “Come on, kids. Get up and put some clothes on so we can go.”
By the time I strapped on my skates, Amber and Joe were already out on the ice. The outdoor rink was reasonably crowded, but not so packed that you couldn’t get up some speed in the short straightaways. Both Joe and Amber had elected to get pairs of hockey skates. Mandy and I, we went the traditional route, regular old ice skates. Mandy insisted on calling them figure skates, which took any and all manliness out of every thought I had as I finished tying the pair that were on my feet.
“Alright, I guess I’ll see you out there,” I told Mandy.
“I’ll be right behind you,” she replied, tying up her own laces.
I got up from the bench and carefully made my way to the door in the wall, which allowed access to the smooth, manicured ice. I cupped my hands in front of my face, blowing hot air into them in a temporary attempt to warm them up. It did the trick, and I smiled before I placed my left foot onto the ice and pushed off.
The day was overcast and cold, which I suspected kept some of the potential skaters away. Still, plenty of happy voices and shouts filled the air. Parents hung out around the walls, drinking steaming cups of what I assumed was hot chocolate or coffee while their kids, some as young as five or six and all the way up to those who looked like they were in college, were laughing and playing as they careened around the ice without a care in the world.
I made my way slowly around the rink, keeping closer to the walls for that just-in-case situation where I fell. The worst thing I could possibly do was fall on my ass right there in front of the kids and Mandy. I wouldn’t hear the end of it if that did happen. The issue was, I’d hurt my ankle a couple years ago and it had never really healed right. So, I tended to roll my ankle when I least expected it, and gliding around on thin pieces of metal on ice wasn’t exactly the best situation for me to remain upright. There was a time when I was quite good on the ice, but that was years and years ago.
After my first loop around the ice, I was feeling confident. My ankle felt strong, and I was enjoying the feeling of gliding around the rink. As I was coming past the door onto the ice, I saw Mandy standing there, waiting to enter the rink. She was watching me with a huge smile on her face, waiting for me to get close so she could join me.
“Coming through!” I heard the sound of my daughter’s voice in warning moments before Joe screamed past me on the left, towards the center of the rink, while Amber squeezed past me along the wall a blink of an eye after Joe.
“Shit!” I cursed, losing my balance and pinwheeling my arms like a loon as I tried to get my balance back before my ass impacted the ice.
“Oh no, John!” Mandy gasped, her mittened-covered hands going to her face, her eyes wide as she watched me flail and twist.
By some miracle, I managed to regain my footing. My legs were shaking, and my heart was racing, but I was on my feet. There were even a few cheers from some of the fathers who were leaning against the wall watching their kids and several of them applauded my impromptu show. The heat in my face doubled, and I raised my hand in salute. Then I painfully, slowly made my way over to where my ex-wife was still waiting, except now her smile was gone, and a concerned look had taken its place.
“Do you need to sit down for a minute?” Mandy asked in genuine concern.
“No, no.” I shook my head, waving off the suggestion. “I’m fine.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “You ready?”
“Yup!” She smiled. I held out my hand, and she took it in hers as I helped her out onto the ice.
Mandy wasn’t a good skater. Heck, she wasn’t even athletic in any way. Accident-prone was a better description of her abilities around any kind of outdoor physical activity or sports in general. Still, she stayed upright as we started on our first loop. I kept holding her hand, not that I would be able to do much if she went down.
The kids sped past us again, this time Amber was in the lead, and Joe was chasing like a boy on a mission as Amber laughed.
Mandy wobbled as the kids passed. She was too busy trying to watch them then to pay attention to what her skates were doing. Instinctively, I reached out and caught her hand before she fell. Her unsteady feet nearly were the downfall of both of us, but somehow we stayed upright and continued our way around the rink.
We made it through a handful of loops before we decided to take a break. There was no sense in tempting fate. Mandy and I both knew that it was only a matter of time before one of us fell and took down the other on our way to the hard ice.
We sat down on one of the benches that were set around the outside of the wall. From there, we could watch the kids as they continued to race and weave through the traffic around the rink. Mandy pulled off her skates and offered to get us a couple cups of hot chocolate, which sounded amazing in that moment. I swiftly agreed to her suggestion.
When she came back, the two of us enjoyed our hot, creamy beverages as we continued to watch Joe and Amber as they enjoyed their time on the rink together. It wasn’t long before the kids got off the ice and came to join us.
“You two having fun?” I asked, looking first at Joe, who was breathing hard and red-faced, and then at Amber, who dropped down on the bench beside me like a ton of bricks.
“Yeah, just needed to take a break,” Joe answered, remaining on his feet as he looked down at the three of us.
“How about you?” I asked Amber.
She grinned and nodded.
“What happened to your skates, Mom?” Joe asked, noticing Mandy’s socked feet and the skates leaning against the leg of the bench.
“As soon as you two have had a chance to settle down and are ready to go again, we’ll go back out for a few more laps, okay?” Mandy replied.
Mandy put her skates back on and, when she was ready, Joe offered his hand and led his mother back out onto the ice. Amber didn’t get up, however. She stayed there next to me, looking at me, smiling.
“Can I skate with you, Daddy?”
“Of course, Kiddo.” I smiled, taking her hand and getting up on my feet. “I’d love to.”
She reached out her hand and I took it, hauling her up onto her skates. I looked down the wall and saw that Joe and Mandy were just about to take the ice, hand in hand. Amber and I made our way over and quickly joined them on the ice, only a couple dozen feet behind them.
The four of us skated for another hour or so before we all finally called it a day. I was breathing hard, and Joe and Amber looked exhausted. Mandy looked like she was only moments away from collapsing right there on the spot.
On the way back to the house after ice skating, I insisted we stop at the grocery store. We were going to have prime rib for Christmas Eve dinner. Shockingly, there was no prime rib in the fridge at home and, if that’s what we were going to eat, it was probably a good idea to pick one up. If Joe hadn’t said something about it, I never would have known because I hadn’t ever thought to look for it in the fridge. A small, but intense argument with Mandy arose from there. Luckily, it wasn’t a full-blown blow-up, but it was pretty serious.
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