A Very Naughty Family
by Ashley
Copyright© 2025 by Ashley
Incest Sex Story: Sophia didn't mind that both of her parents seemed to like looking at her body. In fact, she liked it. It turned her on. It did no one any harm, and they all enjoyed it, so why not? Until something changed that left her wanting more.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Fa/ft Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Father Daughter First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting .
I tried to remember when it was that I first noticed someone giving me that look. You know, the furtive look at your breasts or your legs or your butt. The look that’s quickly averted as soon as you notice it, but normally not quite quickly enough. I couldn’t really remember, but I guessed it was when my boobs started getting bigger, and my skinny little figure began to get some curves. Probably when I was about fourteen.
How I felt about it depended very much on who was doing the looking. Old men in the street were very much, eww. Boys or girls at school, yes please. Yes, that’s right, even from a young age I ‘liked’ girls as well as boys, although what ‘liked’ meant changed a lot over the years.
At home, I was really surprised the first time that I thought I caught Dad doing it. To begin with, I figured that I must have been mistaken, but it didn’t take very long to realize that I wasn’t. The thing is that I liked it. I liked it when boys and girls looked at me, but I especially liked it when it was Dad.
I remember being jealous of the other girls at school, with their short skirts, and then one of my friends showed me how to roll over the top of mine to make it shorter. At first, I only did it at school, worried that Mom might tell me off, and then one day I forgot to roll it down on the way home. I realized my mistake the moment I went into the kitchen and she looked down at my legs. I waited for the balling out, but she didn’t say a word. In fact, she looked at my legs for just a little longer than seemed strictly necessary.
No way! I remember thinking. I sat down on one of the high stools at the breakfast bar with my legs slightly apart, and couldn’t believe it when her eyes flickered down between them: she was definitely checking me out! Just like with dad, it made me feel all hot inside, and gave me a little itchy tingle between my legs.
A couple of times, I asked my girlfriends about it in hushed tones during sleepovers, and they all said more or less the same thing: “Yeah, my dad looks at me too. Especially when I’m wearing my school uniform. Not when Mom’s around, though. She’d kill him.” Then they added, “I kinda like it, too.” But what if your Mom’s checking you out as well? I wanted to know, but didn’t dare ask.
Not that I was complaining. I loved the idea that both my Mom and my Dad were looking at me that way ... It made me feel ... sexy and ... special and ... tingly in all the good places. I didn’t dare do too much to encourage them, though, maybe crossing my legs a bit more than I needed to, and bending over at the waist sometimes when I could have been more discreet.
Again, I’m not sure when it was that I found myself looking at them like that. I think the very first time was one morning at breakfast. Mom was leaning over the table, clearing the dishes, and I could see down the front of her blouse. I must have seen her breasts a million times before, but that was the first time that I thought how beautiful they looked: how wonderfully plump and soft-looking they were, and how her bra pushed them together, making a silky valley that made me want to nuzzle my face in it.
Once I’d started, I kept noticing more and more things about both of them that made my heart beat faster and gave me naughty thoughts: the way that tight pants hugged Mom’s bottom, and the way it moved as she walked, and, most exciting of all, the bulge in the front of Dad’s pants and Mom’s erect nipples when they’d been eyeing me up.
It was naughty thoughts like those that fuelled my very first orgasm. I’d been kneeling over my folded pillow, sliding my bare pussy and butt back and forth, fantasizing that I was sitting on Dad’s lap, with my skirt flipped up so that it was only my panties between me and that big lump. I knew by then that it was called a cock or a dick or a penis, and I imagined it rubbing between the cheeks of my bottom and against my ... pussy.
I’d heard people at school talking about cumming and orgasms and stuff, and I’d been touching myself in bed at night for a while, but this was my first. I still remember the sense of awe that I felt as the good feelings just kept getting stronger and stronger, until I thought I was going to explode. And then I did, ramming my pussy over and over against the pillow as my whole body seemed to be alight with pleasure.
Most nights, I’d go to bed, already turned on by the way Dad or Mom, or both, had been looking at me, and get myself off. Sometimes, it was to fantasies about boys or girls at school, but I only ever seemed to climax while dreaming about Mom and Dad.
We carried on like that for about a year, until I was just over fifteen, when things changed, for me at least. What changed? We moved house, and my new room shared a wall with my parents’ bedroom.
I found out on the very first night how much sound passed through that wall. I couldn’t quite hear what they were saying, but I could hear their cries and moans, and the creaking of their bed, and I lay there imagining what they were doing to each other. I think that was the first time that I actually visualized Dad fucking Mom. Putting that big penis - that I’d only ever seen the vague outline of - into her vagina. It was only a short step from there to fantasizing that the fingers in my own pussy were his cock, and I came so hard I nearly cried out.
After that, I was always very careful not to make much noise in my room when they were in theirs: the last thing I wanted was for them to realize that I could hear them at night.
My fantasies got wilder and wilder the more times I masturbated listening to them. One of my favourites was me, on my hands and knees licking Mom’s pussy. I didn’t know what it looked like, of course, but I’d found a bottle of Nair hair removal cream for the bikini area at the back of the bathroom cupboard, which moved location occasionally. My dream was that she was as bald as a little girl down there. Anyway, Dad would be licking my pussy from behind until I begged him to fuck me. I had many, many lovely orgasms dreaming of variations on that theme.
Inevitably, I suppose, I wanted more. To show them more. Maybe, deep down, hoping that they’d lose control and ... something might happen.
I could see Mom watching me out of the kitchen window. When I’d been putting on my bikini, I was hoping to attract the attention of either her or Dad. Lying on the sunbed in the backyard, it wasn’t long before I saw her face.
I suspected that she thought I couldn’t see her, but I very much could. Although with my sunglasses on, she couldn’t really see which direction my eyes were pointing in. She’d been watching me for some time when I saw Dad’s head appear over her shoulder. Now they were both watching me, and the tingling between my legs got much stronger.
I picked up the bottle of suntan lotion and began with my arms, then my calves. I surreptitiously moved my eyes in their direction from time to time, and saw an expression of bliss on Mom’s face, and I wondered what he was doing to her to cause that.
That was the very first time that they’d ever watched me together like that, and it thrilled me so much that it didn’t seem to be a secret between them. As I began to rub the lotion into my thighs, working up to caress around my pussy, their eyes were wide and staring.
Were they fucking as they gazed hungrily at me? The idea made me very wet, and I slipped my fingers under the waistband of my bikini panties, just brushing the top of my mound. I really wished that I could push them a little deeper and caress my swollen clit, but I didn’t dare.
I became absolutely convinced that I could see Mom’s breasts bouncing as if Dad was fucking her from behind. I just wished I could be there with them, and see his cock plunging in and out of her pussy, all covered with her juices.
Their movements became faster and faster, and I got more and more turned on, until they suddenly stopped, Mom with her eyes closed and Dad still staring at me. They’d cum. I was sure of it, and it took all of my self-control not to pull my bikini panties aside and fuck myself silly with my fingers.
They vanished at that point, and for the next five minutes I sat there, replaying what I’d seen over and over, wondering what would have happened if I’d gone indoors.
Then Mom came out, smiling as if nothing had happened. “That bikini’s a bit small,” she said, basically leering at my barely contained boobs. “Maybe we should get you some new ones? We could get you some new clothes while we’re there?”
“Sure, Mom, that sounds great,” I replied. “Now?” I added when she didn’t move and just kept staring at me.
“No hurry,” she said. “Would you like some lotion on your back?”
“Sure,” I said, remarkably calmly I thought, considering that my vagina was clenching hard at the idea.
I turned over, and for the next I-don’t-know-how-many minutes, I just lay there melting under her soft caresses. When she reached the top of my legs, my lips moved in silent prayer: ‘Touch my pussy. Please, please, touch my pussy, Mommy’. She touched my butt, at which point I felt a little of my juices leak into the bikini bottoms, but not my pussy.
“There you go,” she said finally, her voice sounding a little husky, before standing up and giving my bottom a fond farewell pat that made me bite my lip.
By squeezing my thighs together and pushing my mound into the sun lounger, I could keep my arousal ticking over, but no more than that. After another indeterminate amount of time, I could bear it no more: I had to get some release or I’d explode. I tottered into the house and up to the bathroom, pausing only briefly at my room to grab a robe.
In the shower, I pulled up on my mound and looked down at my clit, all swollen and distended and beautiful. “Ah, fuck yes, Mommy. Just like that!” I groaned out loud as I directed the shower head at it, wishing it were so. My climax was so intense, I had to brace my hands on the walls of the shower to stop myself from collapsing.
By the time I’d showered, got myself off again after thinking about Mom and Dad fucking while they watched me sunbathing, and then had a little nap, it was time for lunch, so we didn’t go shopping until later that afternoon.
When we got to the mall, Mom led me straight to a store that I’d never paid too much attention to before, partly because it looked expensive, but mainly because I thought the clothes were probably too sexy for me to get away with.
Between us, we chose a selection of lovely little skirts and tops, and I looked around for the changing rooms to try them on. “It’s this way,” Mom said, heading off toward the back corner. The moment I realized she was coming into the changing cubicle with me, my heart beat faster and I began to get excited.
With the curtain closed, Mom held the clothes and looked at me expectantly. I peeled off my T-shirt, pushed the denim skirt I was wearing down, and stepped out of it. When I stood up, Mom looked me up and down, making me all hot and bothered. “Hmmm,” she said. I’d worn my favourite underwear: soft, yellow cotton bra and panties with white edging, but she seemed unimpressed.
She reached out a hand and her fingertips brushed over the panties just to the left of my pussy, slipping a finger inside the leg to feel the thin cotton material. Her fingertip was touching my bare skin only about an inch away from my pussy, and I could scarcely breathe! “We really must buy you some new underwear next,” she said calmly while I stood there, quivering.
Over the next ten minutes I tried on five skirts and tops, getting more and more horny every time I got undressed between each outfit. At one stage, Mom knelt in front of me, examining the frills on a little low-waisted, white ruffle skirt, which meant that the back of her hand was brushing between my inner thighs. It was all I could do not to moan out loud. Toward the end, I was sure I could smell my excitement, or hers, or possibly both.
“Why don’t you keep that on?” she suggested. It was a white satin spaghetti-strapped tank top with a deep V-neck and a pink skater skirt. “But not with a bra. That ruins it.” I knew that without the bra, the slightest movement would show off my breasts, and I loved the idea. I took the top and bra off and then pretended to struggle with the straps while Mom’s eyes seemed to bore into my boobs.
“Beautiful,” Mom declared when I’d finally slipped it back on. My nipples were so hard and the material so sheer that it was almost like I was naked from the waist up. “Right. Lingerie!” she declared, leaving the fitting room with armfuls of clothes.
I started to head in the direction of the underwear section, but Mom put a hand on my arm. “Not here,” she said. “There’s a small lingerie boutique just around the corner that lets you try things on,” she said. My clit was already tingling like crazy and the idea of getting completely naked in front of her made me quake inside.
“OK,” I replied meekly, letting her lead the way to the cashier’s desk.
The lady in the lingerie shop was very helpful, giving me a small disposable thong to try the underwear over. “You’re a C-cup, yes?” Mom asked, her eyes scanning the displays.
“Yes,” I agreed, deciding to leave the choosing to her. I had no idea, really, only ever having had simple cotton underwear before. “OK,” she said when she’d found three sets that she liked and two bikinis.
Again, we went into the dressing room together, and I was trembling as I took the skirt and top off, leaving me in just my panties again. Then I hesitated. I was pretty sure that Mom was bald ... down there. I didn’t have much, and I gave that the occasional trim to keep things tidy. The thing was, nobody had ever seen it, and I was kind of nervous.
Mom just waited patiently, and in the end, it was only my intense desire to be naked for her that overcame my nerves. I pushed down my panties and stood up, resisting the temptation to cover myself with my hands.
Mom’s eyes flickered down and then back up. “Very pretty, darling,” she said with a smile, which I thought was rather lovely of her.
I slipped the disposable thong on, and then tried the bikinis and two of the lingerie sets on in a kind of horny haze. The last was basically a thong, and was so sheer that it looked like you’d be able to see pretty much everything through them.
“It’s a shame,” Mom mused.
“What’s a shame?” I asked, confused.
“It’s a shame you have to wear that disposable thing.” Then she leaned toward me, whispering, “Take it off, sweetie.”
“But the lady...?”
“Oh,” Mom said airily. “That’s fine. We’ll be buying them. I just want to see what they look like ... properly.”
After I’d taken the disposable off and put the thong back on, I saw that I’d been right - you could make out my pussy lips and my clit hood through it. Somehow, it felt even more naked than nothing at all.
I quaked as Mom actually bent down for a closer look. “Now that,” she declared, so close that I could feel her warm breath on my skin, “is absolutely gorgeous.”
When she stood up, her face was very red and her nipples were like little bullets. “Good,” she said. “We’ll take all of them, shall we?”
“Really?” I asked. I’d seen some of the price tags, and they were far from cheap.
“Didn’t you like some of them?”
“No, no. They’re all lovely--”
“Excellent. Put your clothes on and we’ll be off,” she said happily. If I wore the thong, then the slightest breeze would show the world my bare ass! I didn’t think twice as I pulled the skirt back on.
I felt almost naked as we walked back to the car, and it felt like absolutely everyone’s eyes were on me. Going up the escalator, I didn’t dare look back knowing that everybody below me, including Mom, could see my butt.
As Mom was driving back, she kept glancing down at my legs. “I’m glad we bought you those skirts, sweetheart. You’ve got gorgeous legs and you should be showing them off.”
“Thank you, Mom,” I said, loving her admiring looks all the way home.
When we got in, Dad was in the lounge drinking coffee, and his eyes seemed to eat me up when he saw my new outfit.
“Wow, honey. You look fabulous,” he said.
I’d been in a state of almost constant arousal ever since the first changing room, and I did a little fast twirl, knowing that it would make the skirt billow out and show off even more of my legs, and maybe even the bottom of my cheeks!
“Absolutely beautiful,” he said, almost reverently.
“Show him the others,” Mom said, handing me the bags. I dithered, so turned on that I was actually considering getting changed right in front of them. “Maybe put them on in the kitchen,” Mom suggested, bringing me to my senses.
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