It was our usual late evening. Robin was already asleep – at least, we had sent her to her room, and she wasn’t making any suspicious noises – and Jessie was showering before sex. There’s no such thing as a quick shower for my wife. She spends at least half an hour under hot water jets every time. So, I got in the mood by sitting naked by the computer, watching porn, and stroking my hardening dick. As usual.
I wasn’t looking for anything special, so I lazily clicked through the suggested next videos. I wasn’t really watching them, but rather building my arousal around the flow of naked bodies, poses, moans, moves, and dirty talk. Then, at some point, a video popped up and caught my attention, and I began to really watch.
It was a homemade amateur video – not a fake “homemade” one with super-sexy models and sterile room scenes, but a real, authentic one. The camera, operated by a third person, took basic shots. There were no cuts; the entire ten-minute video was shot in one take. A small pile of clothes was thrown in the corner of the crumpled bed. The tabletop by the bed was a mess of textbooks and notebooks, fast-food leftovers, socks, and a couple of plush toys. The large mirror, when it got into the picture, was quite smudged.
The actors were also totally natural. The young, blindfolded girl, maybe sixteen years old, with her chestnut wavy hair tied in a messy ponytail and a waistbelt fastened around her neck, was quite ordinary. No super-slim or muscular frame, no prominent breasts or waist, her figure revealed moderate fat and a lack of sports activity; yet, her youthful, healthy, and clean body radiated a certain charm. The slightly older guy (his face wasn’t in the picture) wasn’t anything special either. He was just a hairy dad body showing the first signs of a forming belly. His dick was impressive, though.
But what really won me over was the actors’ sincerity. It was clearly not their first time – he was confidently fucking her anally from behind and pulling on the belt around her neck – but they weren’t professionals, either. He wasn’t pretending to be a stud or a cruel BDSM top. He slowed down from time to time. He slapped her ass and pulled the belt, but he wasn’t causing her much pain. She flinched and kicked her legs when he thrust too hard. She coughed and slapped his… whatever she could reach when he choked her too much. She pulled up her constantly loosening ponytail when he slowed down.
There was absolutely no acting. No fake moans, exaggerated screams of pain, or whispers of “Daddy, Daddy, take me!” Not much dirty talk, either. They mostly just sighed deeply and said things like “Turn a bit,” or “Ouch, Daddy, it hurts this way!” She moaned softly from time to time. When they finally climaxed, he merely grunted. She gasped, tensed, and trembled for a few seconds.
That is what totally sold me. The natural flow, the sincere desire to get pleasure, the awkwardness, and the realness. I didn’t usually watch BDSM porn, and incest porn wasn’t something appealing to me, but now my dick turned to stone. They weren’t trying to be somebody else or follow any script; they just were themselves. A father and daughter exploring their desire. And a mother, filming them, presumably? Maybe the camera operator was the mother, and perhaps she had previously blindfolded her daughter? Or maybe the mother was on that bed too, on some break?
And one more thing. I could not pinpoint it, but I couldn’t shake off an impression of something quite familiar. Maybe I saw some of their other videos some time ago?
Then I heard Jessie coming out of the shower, and bookmarked the video. I definitely wanted to explore it more. And now I had more pressing matters.
***
She entered the room naked, arranging her hair in a neat bun. I hugged her hot, steamy body, and we melded into a deep kiss. My dick pressed against her abdomen.
“Mmm!” She rubbed against it and moaned, “Come to the bed…”
On our halfway, an idea struck me. I picked up her long, thin belt from the shelf.
“How about me tying up your wrists?”
She glanced at me, surprised. As I said, we weren’t into BDSM.
“Wow! What’s got into you?”
“One steamy home porn video. I’ll show you later.”
She giggled. “It turned you on so much?”
“You bet it did!”
“I’m not against. But tie loosely. I need my hands.”
“I’ll be gentle… Maybe.”
She slapped me playfully.
I pushed her onto the bed and guided her hands up and behind her head, where I tied them crosswise. Then, on an impulse, I threw a loose loop around her neck. Her eyes got big, and I could see a mix of fear and arousal in them.
“What are you up to?”
I smiled.
“It’s just a way to keep you involved. Now it’s in your best interest to keep your wrists where they are.”
Her breath got shallow. “Stan…” she moaned. I felt her body tensing up beneath me, and guided my cock into her.
Usually, our sex is tender and sexual. This time, I did not hold up. I thrust forcefully. Our usual rhythm vanished, replaced by raw, hard thrusts, deep and powerful. Her moans changed to cries; she writhed beneath me. “Stan… Stan… Ooohhh…”
Her eyes grew glassy with a mix of shock and delight. A flush spread across her chest and neck. Her breathing came in ragged, shallow gasps. Then her back arched off the bed. Her hands slid from below her head, and the loop choked her. For a few seconds, she writhed, coughing, her face turning red, then she slumped onto the bed. I pulled her wrists back, and she gasped for air.
But I was not done yet. I grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand, squeezed it on my hard dick, then took her hips with both hands and nailed her ass. We do anal, so she’s accustomed to it, but this time, I did not prepare her. She screamed as I entered, but she did not resist. She just let it happen, her body convulsing as I continued to thrust deep inside. Her back arched again, her body began to shake, her whole being surrendered to the intense sensations.
My climax rose, powerful and sudden, and I exploded within her, grunting. She gasped and shuddered with her own orgasm. When I pulled out of her, she lay motionless, her breasts rising and falling, her arms still tied behind her head.
We lay there in silence, just breathing. I untied the loop from her neck and her wrists.
“That was… insane.” Her fingers fumbled with the belt. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
I lay back, spent but satisfied, my hand caressing her breasts. “Did you like it?”
She touched her neck, then her wrists, a faint blush still visible on her skin. “I… think so. I’ve never felt this… this primal. So… raw and helpless.” She smiled. “Why didn’t we try it earlier…”
I kissed her. “Then we should start doing it.”
“Mmm. Yes…” she murmured, “Definitely.” She sighed with content. “Let’s sleep. Good night, my love.”
“Good night.”
***
In the morning, when we were cuddling and kissing, Jessie rested her hand on my morning erection. I reached for her wet pussy. Yeah, let’s pick up where we left off yesterday! She raised on her elbow and leaned to my crotch. Then she turned to me.
“I think…” She licked her lips. “Tie up my hands again.”
I got so hard that it hurt. Wow! I did not know that would turn me on so much! I sat up and pulled her off the bed.
“Kneel.”
She obediently knelt on the rug, and I grabbed the belt. This time, I tied her elbows together behind her back. I fastened the tie until her elbows touched. “Ow…” Jessie moaned softly. Her shoulders spread open, and her breasts poked forward. I couldn’t resist squeezing them and pinching her hardened nipples. She moaned louder.
I stood before her and guided my hard cock to her lips. She parted them and began moving her head, taking it deeper and deeper, stopping to lick my glans. But it wasn’t enough for me. I grabbed a fistful of her hair at the nape of her neck.
“Ngh!” She moaned when my dick slid deeper.
“Look at me!” I commanded. She looked up at me. Her pupils were dilated, her gaze hazy with desire. “I’m going to fuck your throat.”
She made a soft, muffled sound of protest, a mix of fear and anticipation. I gripped her hair tighter, my knuckles white against her scalp. Then I pulled her head forward, my cock sliding deep into her mouth. She gagged, her throat convulsing around the head. I held her there for a moment, then pulled back just enough for her to gasp for air before thrusting again.
Her body tensed with each thrust, her bound hands fidgeting behind her back. She tried to pull away, but my grip on her hair kept her in place. I could feel the muscles in her throat contracting around me, the vibrations of her muffled cries sending waves of pleasure through my body.
“That’s it,” I grunted. “Take it all.”
Tears streamed down her cheeks. Her muffled gasps intensified. I looked down and saw that she had spread her knees wide and was rocking her hips, rubbing her crotch against the rug. Her body shuddered, and I saw the rug below her darken with her juices trickling out. She was close.
“Yesss! You are my slut!”
And I began fucking her throat mercilessly. She convulsed, her body shaking, her muscles clenching, a muffled scream erupting from her throat as an intense orgasm washed over her. The sight sent me over the edge, and I exploded, filling her mouth and throat with my hot cum. She gagged, trying to swallow everything, some of it spilling from her lips and dripping down her chin.
As I pulled back, gasping for breath, she stayed on her knees, head down, her body trembling. She looked up at me, a wild, ecstatic glimmer in her eyes. A small, satisfied smile played on her lips as she licked the remaining cum from her chin. I untied her. She slumped to the floor, and I knelt beside her, holding her in my arms.
“Ooohhh…” she finally said. “It was even better than yesterday… Did you say it was the video? I have to see it.”
***
We leaned toward the screen, and I started the video from the beginning. Jessie watched for a minute, then rubbed her hip against mine.
“Oh, they are good…” she said dreamily. “So sincere… Oh, and she has a ponytail…”
“He uses it as a handle.”
“Oh my god,” she whispered, leaning forward, completely captivated.
“And a belt around her neck.”
Jessie gasped, and I saw goosebumps form on her arms. I was hard again, and she slowly started grinding against me. I penetrated her from behind, and her sighs and moans mixed with the girl in the video. We climaxed together. Then she kissed me.
“Honey,” she said, her eyes shining. “It was fantastic! But…” she frowned, “I have that feeling that I saw them somewhere…”
“You too?”
“Yeah. And you?”
“So that’s not a coincidence. Let’s see if they have other videos.”
They had. The porn site channel named “Greg’s Homemade” contained about twenty videos. We scrolled through the thumbnails. They all followed the same distinctive homemade style, taken in the same two rooms, with a man’s face hidden and the woman exposed. Half of the videos depicted the same ponytailed girl being taken in different poses, and the other half featured a woman. Her mother?
We clicked on a random video. The woman’s wrists were tied together and pulled up to the hook in the ceiling. She stood almost only on the toes of her spread legs, facing the camera. The man, mostly hidden behind her, was holding her hips and fucking her from behind. She looked into the camera with hazed eyes, giving out short moans with each thrust.
She bore a clear resemblance to the girl. Maybe she really was her mother. And she had the same unpolished look of an ordinary woman in her thirties: a small tummy fold, somewhat sagging breasts, and slight cellulite on her thighs and hips. Her poorly tied hair constantly fell onto her face, and she kept blowing it out of her eyes. Again, her reactions were undeniably genuine: no faked screams, just quiet moans and short sighs until her legs shook as she came, her whole body trembling in the aftermath. Her knees gave out, and she hung onto her outstretched arms.
And we knew her. We exchanged shocked glances.
“Marlee!”
“Who would have thought! She’s always so quiet, withdrawn, and modest…”
“Well, she’s quiet enough on this video…”
We chuckled.
The puzzle came together. “Greg’s Homemade.” Greg and Marlee were friends of ours who lived nearby. We weren’t very close, but we sometimes went out for picnics together. The girl in the first video was undoubtedly their daughter, Dani, a classmate and friend of our Robin.
A thought came to my mind. I scrolled through the thumbnails and looked at the dates. As I had guessed, they posted a video every weekend – a cozy schedule for a regular working family. And they started – I checked – last June. I remembered the birthday invitation. Right, the first weekend after Dani turned sixteen. So they gave her a present. Or to themselves? My imagination worked overtime. Did they blindfold her and bring her into the bedroom? Did she know what awaited her? Marlee was probably naked behind the camera, too, her heart pounding as she watched her husband fuck their daughter for the first time. Or was it only the first time on camera? Marlee would film them, occasionally moving around to get a better angle. Her body was tense with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.
My cock stirred. Jessie must have noticed because she started grinding against me again. The thought of our innocent neighbor being a secret slut was intoxicating. But the idea of their whole family being into incest porn was something else entirely. We had discovered a new world that was equally dangerous and exciting, and I felt a primal urge to step into it. Not just to fantasize, but to act.
We clicked through the videos. Unlike acted porn, there were no fancy bed acrobatics; each video was made in one pose, some of the most common ones. Often, there was tying up, blindfolding, or light choking, but nothing more intense. Both Marlee and Dani had all their holes available. And Greg didn’t spare them. I imagined Jessie tied up next to Marlee as Greg and I took turns fucking our wives. Then Robin was on her knees with Dani, and each of us with another’s daughter… The possibilities sent a shiver down my spine.
My hands roamed over Jessie’s body as we watched. I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“I want to do it,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. “I want us to do this.”
Jessie’s breath hitched. “You mean… like them?”
“Yes. Like them. Do the amateur homemade porn.”
She was silent for a long moment, her body tense, then she laughed and slapped me. “Stan, you tease! Just yesterday, I would say no! But after last night… and those videos… Well, this idea… makes me wet.”
I smiled. “So it’s a yes?”
She turned to me, her eyes shining, and we kissed. “Yes.” Then she tensed up again. “Wait. Do you mean not just us two? And Robin, too?”
My dick made it clear what I was up to. There was no point in keeping it a secret. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and said, “Yes, Robin too. If Dani enjoys it, she’ll probably enjoy it no less.”
I expected anything. A burst of outrage, being called a dirty pervert, a threat of divorce… But when I dared to open my eyes, there was an amused look on Jessie’s face.
“Well, I always thought you were a bit of a pervert,” she said in a low, husky voice. I opened my eyes wide in surprise, and she giggled. “Okay, let’s think about it.” Her gaze softened. “She’s sixteen, and she’s masturbating to porn. She’s ready.”
“You caught her doing that, too?”
She chuckled. “It’s hard not to. She does it every night.”
My cock made a leap.
“And what about the… incest?” I asked, my heart pounding.
“She had some porn tabs open,” Jessie whispered, her face flushed. “It wasn’t pure vanilla…”
“Really?” I said, my mind racing.
“Yes,” she confirmed with a sigh. “A lot of daddy-daughter incest porn, a bit of BDSM… Not hardcore, but she’s definitely curious. Exactly what we need.”
I didn’t know what to say. I never realized our little girl had such a dark side – and such a convenient one.
“Who’ll tell her?”
We heard a muffled sound and turned around. Robin stood in the doorway in her pajamas, all flushed, covering her mouth with her hands, and staring at us with wide eyes. Her eyes met ours, she giggled nervously, and ran past us to the restroom. I imagined what she had witnessed: her parents – naked and aroused – standing before the computer with the porn site open and discussing… what we were discussing.
“Oh…” Jessie looked at me. “How much did she hear, what do you think?”
“I have no idea.”
“Probably everything,” Jessie said. She looked at the restroom door. Then, a mischievous glint lit up her eyes.
“She’s probably in there right now, masturbating to the thought.”
My imagination took another leap.
“I’ll… I’ll talk to her,” Jessie said decisively. “You go check on some breakfast.” She turned to the computer and opened a browser tab with a video of Dani being taken anally. “There’s no need to explain much. Either she’ll agree or she won’t.”
***
I was making pancakes when Jessie and Robin came into the kitchen, both with mischievous grins on their faces… and both naked.
I laughed. “I take it as a yes!”
Then I looked at my daughter. The closest I came to seeing her naked was when she wore a…
