We had just finished a decent dinner made by me, of course.
Mike, my eighteen-year-old nephew, said, “I think I’d like to fuck Kelly before I leave to go back to college.”
Kelly, my sixteen-year-old daughter, grumbled, “What? You think you want to fuck me?”
I objected, “What? You think you want to fuck my daughter?”
My husband, Greg, said, “Well, yeah.”
Mike re-specified. “Sorry. I would totally like to have sex with Kelly. Yes, I would.”
Two nights ago, at about the same point during dinner, I’d asked Mike about his inclination to masturbate in front of Kelly and me while he was in the shower. I guessed dinner had become the de facto time to discuss sex.
Kelly started to say yes, as I knew she would, but Greg jumped in first.
“Well, Mike, it’s OK with me, but I’ve two conditions.”
I wondered who had given Greg the authority to negotiate here. When this happened before, he “negotiated” masturbating at the same time as Mike and ended up sucking him off. What now?
“OK,” Mike said slowly, clearly worried about the conditions.
“First, Kelly has to agree. That seems fairly basic.”
Well, OK, I guessed Greg was going to be reasonable.
“And I give you a hand job first.”
Or not so reasonable.
“I don’t see that that makes any sense,” Mike replied. I want to have sex with your daughter and you want to give me a hand job? And as I said, I’m not gay. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.”
What Mike said sounded exactly right, although I wouldn’t contradict my husband in front of him.
“How about if I give you a hand job instead,” I suggested to Mike. “We’re not into doing things our guests don’t want.”
Greg pouted for a second, but Mike was all for it.
“Excellent!” he said. “Um, of course, Kelly still has to agree…”
“Thank you, Mike,” Kelly said in a formal tone of voice. “Yes, I think sex with you is a lovely idea.”
We all got up from the table. Kelly cleared the table and I quickly did the dishes. Not fast enough, I guess, because the boys were naked by the time I got to the bedroom. Both sported hard-ons and Mike was rubbing his slowly. Jeez. Kelly was naked, too, but she sat in the corner watching the men on the bed, her knees pulled up and her arms around her legs. I could see her pussy, pink and cute.
“We were waiting on you, mom,” she said.
I turned to the boys and very slowly took off my blouse one unhurried button at a time. When all the buttons had been undone, I put a hand inside and rubbed my breast. I tried to look lascivious and I suspect I succeeded. Greg’s hand went down to his dick. I slowly shrugged out of my blouse. I was wearing a nude Ritratti Star-Cup bra, definitely, the best bra I owned, at least for being looked at. I’d bought in when in Milan with Greg several years ago. It was lacy and… small. I only had B-cup boobs, but this made them look great. I left the bra on.
It was harder to seductively take off my jeans, but I took my time. I grabbed the sides and leaned forward, showing my boobs, and slowly slid the jeans to the floor, wiggling my hips. Once they were off, I spun them around my hand, then tossed them aside. Cheesy, I know, but the guys seemed to like it. I left on my plain white panties, too, although my feet were bare. I walked to the bed and climbed between the boys, neither of them masturbating, really, although they were both rubbing their dicks.
I turned to Mike, who was flat on his back. I was sitting up and reached out for his cock, grabbing it in my fist, and beginning to jerk him off. Mike smiled broadly.
“Feel good, Mike?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah,” he replied.
I felt Greg’s hands on my back. He easily unhooked my bra and pulled it off me – not what I would have done, but whatever. I shook my shoulders and felt my breasts move a little. I began to feel ridiculous giving Mike a handjob and bent down to suck his cock. My boobs brushed his side and his thighs.
“You don’t mind, do you?” I asked just before taking his cock into my mouth.
“No way,” he said. “Please, help yourself.”
I began to suck his cock and I felt Greg’s hard dick along my thigh. I reached out with my left hand and began to stroke it. Two cocks at once are fun! It was a little tricky, though, jacking Greg’s dick with my eyes on Mike’s. I could tell I wasn’t doing a good job with either one. I got up from the bed and stood at the foot, looking at the boys, who looked back with questioning eyes.
“OK,” I said. “Here’s what we’ll do. Greg, scootch over until you’re next to Mike and lie facing him at like a sixty-degree angle. Mike, you can stay pretty much like you are.”
They did that and I began to suck Mike’s cock again. Fifteen seconds later, I switched to sucking Greg’s. Then back again. I tried to pull them together so I could suck both at once, but I was only really able to lick both dicks. I couldn’t suck them much at all. I got up again.
“OK, this is only sort of working. I need you guys to get balls-to-balls. Greg, lie flat and spread your legs. Yes, like that, but farther apart. Farther. And close to the edge of the bed. OK, Mike, put your right leg under Greg’s left and your left over his right. Come on, boys, this isn’t that hard.”
They finally got it together. Mike had to slide closer to Greg, which I managed by pulling on his cock until their balls were touching.
“I’m not sure I like our balls touching,” Mike said. “This seems kinda gay.”
“What is it about you and not being gay?” I asked. “Sounds like you’re protesting too much.”
Their cocks had both drooped a little, Mike’s shrinking halfway back to totally soft. I took one in each hand and began to jack them. Then, lying with my legs aside them and with my elbows roughly in the belly button of each, I took turns with my mouth. I sucked them one after the other for maybe a minute, then stopped briefly to catch my breath. Greg didn’t hesitate, but reached out and started to give Mike a hand job.
“Hey, this isn’t right,” Mike said.
Kelly had come over to watch. She was idly rubbing her bald pussy, not masturbating, just stroking it. She looked especially cute tonight. Her hair was perfectly neat, falling to her shoulders, and she smelled like the perfume she wore, a sort of whipped cream and vanilla and marshmallow. I think Ariana Grande put it out. Anyway, kinda sweet for me, but she liked it and I suspect the boys did, too.
“Stop jacking him, Greg,” I said, holding back laughter.
I took their two cocks and rubbed them together, two hard shafts touching the length of each other, making sure that the sensitive spots at the end of each pressed together. After another minute, I got some pre-cum from Greg and rewarded him with several swallows of his dick. I went back to rubbing their cocks against each other.
“I don’t really like this,” Mike said. “Cock to cock seems really gay to me. It’s a tiny bit interesting, but it doesn’t feel that great, either. Although your hand is warm.”
I rubbed the ends of their dicks together for half a minute before I quit and sucked Mike’s cock exclusively for maybe fifteen seconds, then started what I’d really positioned them for. I pulled slightly on each cock so the heads were right next to each other and eased my mouth over the two of them together. I could barely fit the two cock heads between my lips and couldn’t get my lips to reach their shafts. My idea had been to suck them both at the same time, but it wasn’t working out.
I licked each cock separately, then tried again with their dicks side by side, but I wasn’t any more successful. I could get the ends of both into my mouth, but couldn’t really suck and couldn’t get their shafts inside either. I had sucked two cocks at once before and done it somewhat successfully, although they never came in my mouth. But those were narrower cocks and that must have made the difference. Mike’s seven-inch, English cucumber and Greg’s five-and-a-little-bit sausage were just too fat. Frustrating for all of us, I expect, except maybe Kelly, who looked stunned to see her mom attempting a double blowjob. She was still mindlessly rubbing her cunt.
I would get Mike’s cock into my mouth, including a half inch of the shaft, then pull Greg’s dick into my mouth and Mike’s would fall out. I never really tried it the other way as Mike’s dick was roughly two inches longer than Greg’s.
One at a time worked somewhat better, but not well enough. I would suck Mike’s dick for a very short time and jack Greg’s with one hand, then switch. This seemed like it should work, but it didn’t. Apparently, it was a case of building up a little rush toward orgasm with one cock, then letting that rush settle back when I switched. I enjoyed it, but the boys were at best okay with the arrangement.
I went back to jacking both dicks, brushing them against each other along their lengths and this, too, worked somewhat but not well enough. I thought about riding the two cocks cowgirl style (well, reverse cowgirl for one of them) and a quick shiver shook me. I knew it would probably work, that my pussy would expand to take them both – shit, I’d had Kelly! – but it didn’t sound like any fun. I thought about double-penetration, something I’d done a few times in the past, but which I expected would exceed Mike’s capabilities. It was somewhat difficult to accomplish.
“Kelly, maybe you’d help out your mom?” I asked.
“Sure,” she said. “Separate, you two, side by side instead of whatever you call the position you’re in.”
A minute later the boys lay next to each other and Kelly knelt between Mike’s legs, bent over, and sucked his cock.
My heart did a little flip-flop. Kelly looked so lovely, although still young. Her skin was almost flawless peaches and cream. Her eyes sparkled. Her tummy was tight in a way mine never will be again. Her boobs were small, smaller even than mine, but they’d probably grow some more. Lovely. Yet she was also an adult, sucking Mike’s dick and doing it pretty well.
“This isn’t what I meant by wanting to fuck Kelly,” he whined.
Kelly stroked his shaft while she sucked the end of his dick and licked the sensitive spot near the end. I didn’t think she’d sucked her dad’s cock that often, but she’d learned well. She didn’t try to deep-throat Mike’s big cock, but she gave him a terrific blowjob. She’d only been doing this about a minute when he came.
I like to think that all that screwing around we’d done before she started made him cum quickly, but it was probably her soft lips, soft touch, and the fact that Mike was just eighteen. Kelly sucked his cum, her cheeks both showing deep dents as she swallowed his ejaculations. Her eyes were bright and wide. She didn’t choke at all. Kelly removed her mouth and a drop of cum slithered over her lip and down her chin.
“Wow, Kelly, you did great,” I said.
“Yeah,” Mike agreed, “thank you.”
Greg didn’t say anything, but he had a proud smile on his face.
“Come here, baby girl,” he said and motioned with his hand.
Kelly scampered from between Mike’s legs, over my almost naked body, to be cuddled by her dad. I remained somewhat surprised at how close they were and a little jealous. Just a little – she was still my daughter. But watching Greg stroke Kelly’s hair gave me a twinge. She was young and I was more than twice her age and, well, not fair. The love between them seemed like real father/daughter love, fine, but there often wasn’t enough sex left over for me.
Mike lay on his side, his dick lying shriveled like a Greek statue, his head atop his hand. He peered across my breasts at Kelly.
“She really is pretty,” he said.
“I know.”
Greg’s cock was hard, had been hard for a while now. He played with Kelly’s nipple with the hand he had wrapped across her back. They looked comfortable. Greg’s other hand reached forward and began to rub her pussy.
“Oh, daddy, that’s nice,” she whispered.
I was lying on my back, propped up against a pillow, and reached into my panties to masturbate. We seemed to be taking a pause here and masturbating was definitely a good idea. I watched Greg’s hand on Kelly’s cunt, teasing slowly. Pre-cum appeared at the end of his dick. Kelly rubbed it into the tip.
“Shit, baby girl, your hand feels so good,” Greg said.
But as soon as the pre-cum was gone, Kelly removed her hand and closed her eyes. She clearly reveled in the attention she was getting. She spread her legs a foot apart so Greg could reach her better.
“Wow, that’s hot,” Mike whispered.
Greg’s cock was throbbing. It twitched with every pulse of blood through it. More pre-cum formed, but Kelly didn’t seem to notice. I watched his dick moving slightly along his lower abdomen, ready to fuck something and probably not particular about who or what it was.
“God, I need to fuck you, Kel,” he said. “Really bad. I really need it.”
She didn’t say anything but pushed him down the bed so she could lie down flat. She spread her legs even farther apart. She looked delicious. I masturbated faster, still mad, but very horny.
“Go ahead, daddy,” she finally said. “Fuck me with your thick cock. Any way you want to. Give it to me.”
Greg glanced at me and looked away. I thought he was blushing, but maybe not. He drew himself up between her legs and steered his cock into her cunt, just an inch, then two, then all the way in.
“Holy shit, you feel so good!” Greg said. “You’re so fucking tight!”
I admit that I enjoyed watching Greg fuck his daughter. I was aroused by it. Yes, I was a little pissed it wasn’t me he was fucking and, yes, I was a tiny bit jealous of the attention he gave her, but I loved the sight of my husband’s cock inside another woman, including my daughter. I didn’t like it when he kissed anyone besides Kelly or me, but he could fuck just about anybody, so long as I could watch.
I masturbated faster, two fingers inside myself. I pulled my panties down to my knees and didn’t care enough to get them all the way off. I was really warm now and relished the tingling I was feeling. Mike seemed mesmerized by Greg between Kelly’s legs, but he had a scowl on his face, no doubt wishing it was him.
“Fuck me harder, daddy!” Kelly ordered.
He said nothing, but he speeded up and sank his shaft deeply into her cunt. His balls slapped against her ass. Greg was up on his arms, pumping away.
“I wish that was me instead of her,” I said quietly. No one reacted.
Mike’s cock was stiffening up. I thought about fucking him but remembered this all started because he wanted to fuck Kelly. I rubbed my clit.
“I’m going to cum, Kel,” he said.
“Cum inside me, daddy! Yes! Shoot inside my pussy!”
Greg grunted and lunged several more times before he came, driving into her and arching his back. He growled loudly. I thought I would cum then, but I didn’t. I watched his face as he spurted inside his daughter, his tummy moving forward and inch each time until his shoulders slumped and he fell beside her, his cock pulling out of her pussy and leaking the last bit of cum.
He had hardly exited his daughter when Mike crawled over me, over Greg, and replaced him between Kelly’s legs. He didn’t even ask, he just put his hard dick up to her hole and, using his hand, found his way inside.
“How do you like fucking Kelly after Greg?” I asked.
“It’s great,” he said, his voice surprisingly normal. “It’s silky, I would say, slipperier. Her pussy isn’t quite as tight as I’d imagined, but it’s still awesome.”
“Hey, I’m right here,” Kelly complained.
“You’re beautiful,” Mike said.
“Better,” Kelly replied. “Fuck me, Mike, give me your whole cock. All of it. I want it all.”
He eased into her, all the way in. Kelly gasped, but otherwise said nothing. Mike slid his dick halfway out, then all the way back in, still being gentle, not ramming her with it. I was masturbating wildly, my fingers racing across my clit, back and forth. I could see Mike’s big dick inside my daughter, the smooth skin of his ass moving back and forth.
“Oh!” I exclaimed and came suddenly.
My orgasm was more unexpected than usual. I’d been coasting along, getting closer to a climax bit by bit. After masturbating for quite a while, I was maybe halfway there when I abruptly covered the other half of the distance in two seconds. I squeezed my hand between my legs, which were vibrating. My tummy quivered. I shouted. I kept rubbing my clit and reached down with my other hand. I used two fingers and pressed them an inch into my cunt, still rubbing my clit. I felt the empty tummy of a roller-coaster drop that lasted and lasted until it finally leveled out. Fifteen seconds later I came again, harder than the first time, so hard I choked out a grunt, but didn’t scream or anything. My clit was super-sensitive, but I kept my hand on it and finger-fucked myself and came a third…
