Lake Timberland Ch. 01
Hot tub truth or dare begins.
If this story looks familiar to you, it's because it was published once before. I had it removed for editing purposes, but now it's back, and its bigger and better than it was before! Stay tuned for all the fun this multi-chapter series has to offer.

DAY ONE

Hot tub truth or dare begins


After riding in the backseat for nearly nine hours straight, my ass was officially numb, but thankfully, we were almost to our cabin.

"Ten minutes," Dad announced from behind the steering wheel, after passing the Lake Timberland road sign.

As we trekked the last few miles, I peered out the backseat window of our suv, admiring the scenic landscape. Lake Timberland had been home to each and every one of our summer vacations. Mom and Dad claimed to have discovered it on their honeymoon years ago. After that, they vowed to buy a cabin there and return to it every summer, or so the story goes.

Reflecting back, I was grateful to have spent so much of my childhood along the shores of beautiful Lake Timberland. The outdoor activities of hiking, fishing, and swimming in the water are some of my fondest memories.

My tranquil thoughts, however, were soon interrupted by the latest in hundreds of heavy sighs coming from my little sister's side of the backseat. She too was gazing out her backseat window, except she acted as if her life was slipping away with each mile. Lets just say, she wasn't as thrilled about spending another vacation at the family lake house as much as I was. A few days prior, she'd been invited on a trip to Florida where all her friends had rented an airbnb as the venue for a post graduation beach party. There was just one problem with that plan, it was the same exact week Dad had planned our current, annual family vacation.

It came as no surprise when Molly's pleading request to join her friends was immediately shot down by Dad. It ended up becoming a big argument between them, only ending after Dad gave his famous "As long as you're living under my roof, you'll do as I say" speech. Everyone knows that once he says that, his decision is final. Molly was left with nothing to do but sit and stew on it for a few days.

As huffy as she may have been, I knew her peeved attitude would be short lived, and things would all blow over once we got settled into the cabin. I guess I can't really blame her for being upset, though, what eighteen-year-old wouldn't want to spend a week in Florida, partying with friends?

As we approched the final turn to the cabin, our Mother, Rebecca, turned to face us from the front passenger seat. "Now, when we get to the cabin you guys," she began, speaking directly to Molly first, "you and I will head inside and get the place cleaned up a bit, okay?"

Molly rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I know, Mom, I know the stupid routine."

Mom glared at her for a brief moment before peering over at me with a genuine smile. "Danny, sweetie, why don't you just help your father unload the truck, okay?"

"Sure thing," I said, returning her a smile.

Ten minutes later, just as Dad had said, he made the final turn onto our cabin road and crept down the long, densely wooded lane. As soon as he put the truck in park, we all spilled out of it like sardines in a tin can.

I stretched my aching arms high in the sky, inhaling the wonderful scent of pine-infused mountain air.

Right away, Mom and Molly disappeared into the cabin, getting each room powdered up for the week ahead. Outside, Dad and I started unloading the vehicle. We had to be careful not to let everything spill out as we lifted the rear hatch. I swear everything we owned was shoved in there- pillows, blankets, fishing gear, coolers, you name it...

Dad unloaded all the fishing gear, then filled the hot tub, while I carried all our luggage inside. Our cabin is laid out pretty simple. It has an open floor plan with the kitchen and living room conjoined, creating one big spacious area. Just off the kitchen area is a sliding glass door that leads outside to a large wooden deck with our hot tub overlooking the lake. The view from the hot tub is as beautiful as any postcard.

Mom and Dad claim the master suite, next to the bathroom, while Molly and I sleep on the twin beds provided up in the loft, which overlooks the main level.

Dad and I unloaded the vehicle faster than I thought we would. The last two bags of luggage left to carry in, was my suitcase, and a small handbag of Molly's that snapped shut by a single button. I pulled up on the extendable handle at the top of my suitcase and wheeled both bags through the main level, over to the bottom of the ladder that leads up to mine and Molly's shared loft.

I'm sure I looked pretty funny struggling to carry both bags up the ladder at the same time. Molly's bag blocked me from seeing anything in front of my face, so when I reached the last rung of the ladder, I didn't realize I was already at the top and I blindly took a step forward onto the nonexistent rung. I fell face first, of course, landing on my suitcase. Molly's bag slammed to the ground and everything inside of it flew out.

"Hey Careful!" Molly cried from across the loft, rushing over to her personal belongings suddenly scattered across the floor.

I sensed panic in her voice and followed her gaze to the middle of the mess. There, scattered across the floor in front of me, was an assortment of plastic makeup thingies, a straightening iron, a few hair ties, and-Oh-My-God! At first glance, I thought it was some sort of toothbrush case, but soon realized it wasn't a toothbrush case at all, it was Molly's pink rubber dildo (the thing that ultimately changed the course of this whole family vacation), and for the life of me, I couldn't look away.

Molly frantically dropped to her knees and scooped it up, throwing it back into her bag. She then shot me a look of horror.

I fed her a blank stare, giving her no indication that I realized what she was trying to hide from me, when really, a series of dumbfounded questions flooded my mind- "My sister has a dildo?" "Why does she have a dildo?" "When did she get it?" "More importantly, why would she bring it on vacation?"

I couldn't quite tell what was going through her mind at the time, but she didn't say a word to me either, she just stared at me with the same blank stare I was giving her.

"Sorry." Was all I said, getting up off the floor.

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The sun was down by the time we got settled in. Molly still hadn't retreated from the seclusion of our shared loft. I think she wanted space, where she could sulk in peace, distancing herself from the rest of us and our positive attitudes. Either way, we gave her her space.

Mom and I finished up odds and ends throughout the cabin, while Dad sat at the table, forming a shopping list.

After a few moments, Dad looked up from the table. "Hmm, I can't think of anything else," he said, lightly tapping his pen on the pad of paper. He peered over at Mom and me. "Honey, can you think of anything specific we need from the store?"

This was part of the routine- Mom and Dad would always go on a big grocery run once we got settled into the cabin. It was important to them that we bought all our food from the local supermarket vs wasting precious cargo space by hauling it from home.

"How about some wine?" Mom suggested.

"And some beer," I quickly added.

Dad shot us a knowing smirk. "Already on the list," he said, pointing to where he'd already written it on the paper.

I wasn't much of a drinker, but I liked to throw a few cold-ones back on special occasions like this.

"MOLLY," Dad hollered up at the loft. "YOUR MOTHER AND I ARE LEAVING SOON. DO YOU WANT ANYTHING SPECIFIC FROM THE GROCERY STORE?"

Molly leaned her upper body over the banister. "Nope!" she retorted, not allowing Dad the satisfaction of fulfilling her requests.

Dad chuckled. "Alrighty then."

That being settled, Mom and Dad were soon out the door. The closest town was a rustic mountain town named West Timberland. Between the curvy roads, and reduced speed limits, I knew they wouldn't be back for at least an hour.

A few minutes later, Molly climbed down from the loft, dressed in nothing but a black string bikini.

I knew what that meant- Molly's routine was to head for the hot tub as soon as we got settled in.

"I'm going for a dip," she confirmed as she walked past the dining table that I was sitting at.

Unashamedly, I let my eyes follow her bikini clad ass until it disappeared through the sliding glass door. Yes, I'll admit it, my sister has a nice ass. I know I'm not supposed to have those thoughts about my own sibling, but I was too far gone at that point in my life to think anything different. Whenever my friends would tease me about how hot she is, I'd simply disagree, then slug them in the arm.

Let's just say Molly is a fit, brunette beauty with average size tits and a perfectly sculpted ass that I really like to ogle at, and speaking of her sculpted ass that I really liked to ogle at, a dip in the hot tub suddenly didn't sound so bad. I threw on a pair of trunks, grabbed a towel, and went to join her. Unfortunately, she was already fully submerged in shoulder deep water when I stepped outside.

"BUBBLES!!" she shouted with a renewed smile.

I laughed. BUBBLES was the game we came up with as kids. The hot tub's jets were controlled by an old dial switch that was mounted onto the exterior wall of our cabin. The jets would only run for twenty minutes or so before you'd have to drag yourself out of the warm water, walk the fifteen feet over to the switch, and crank it back to start. Over time, it became an unwritten rule that everyone in the hot tub would shout "BUBBLES" to any newcomer stepping out onto the deck. The newcomer would then be required to reset the switch before entering the hot tub. It was like a fun game for the whole family.

"Mind if I join you?" I asked, after resetting the switch. I didn't wait for an answer before climbing over the edge of the tub. I sunk down until I was neck-deep in steaming water. "Mhmm," I moaned, lying my head back and relishing in the euphoric feeling, "this feels amazing!"

Molly adjusted to a sideways position on the bench seat directly across from me. "So, tell me about college," she said.

For the next fifteen minutes we chatted about my third year at college. Molly drilled me with questions: "Hows the curriculum?" "What's the campus like?" "Any wild parties?"

I was happy to answer any questions she threw at me, and she seemed to enjoy hearing about the college life that she had to look forward to. Once she ran out of questions about college, she asked me if I was excited to go fishing with Dad in the morning. I told her I was, which was mostly true. I admitted I wasn't thrilled about waking up at 5AM, but I was looking forward to spending quality time with Dad nonetheless. He and I planned to take the boat to our favorite fishing spot across the lake as soon as the sun came up. Our boat was small, with only two seats, but it worked perfect for the basic fishing we enjoyed.

"Remember how cold the water felt when we'd jump off the dock?" Molly asked, pointing towards the lake.

I glanced in the direction she was pointing. "Yeah," I said with a grin.

"Remember how we'd race to the water?" she laughed, recalling the memory. "You'd always try to push me off the side of the dock." She paused for a moment, then looked at me sharply. "You were kind of an asshole!"

"Yeah, probably," I laughed.

"God, that water felt so cold right after the hot tub. It literally made my whole body tingle, then I'd have goosebumps for the next fifteen minutes!"

"Yes, I remember that," I said, thinking back to how ice cold the water always felt.

Molly fed me a coy smile. "I dare you to go jump in right now."

"Good one," I laughed, assuming she was joking, until I realized she wasn't. "Wait, you're serious?"

She nodded her head cutely.

"No way!"

"Why not?" she giggled. "Are you too chicken?"

"No, it's just, it's like pitch black out there," I said, coming up with any excuse I could muster.

"Oh c'mon, don't be such a scaredy-cat, it'll be fun!"

"Scary-cat?" I huffed. "Then why don't you do it?"

"Fine. I'll do it if you do it," she challenged me, standing up on her bench seat. And before I even had a chance to protest, she was already climbing out of the water, flashing me a daring smirk.

I wasn't one to back down from a dare, so I reluctantly drug myself out of the warm water too and stood next to her. Her smile widened as I crouched down into my best racing stance, my body facing the lake, my head facing her. "Race ya!" I challenged her with raised eyebrows.

She crouched down beside me, returning me an intimidating grin. "On your marks... Get set... GO!" she shouted, and we raced down the deck's stairs, giggling like a couple of six-year-olds.

I could feel every pebble, pine needle, and rock beneath my bare feet as I ran. As soon as I reached the dock, I sprinted to the end and leapt off, hiking my knees to my chest. "CANNNON BAAAAALL!" I bellowed in the same exaggerated tone from my youth.

...SPLASH

The ice cold water hit me exactly as I remembered. It felt like a thousand needles poked all the way into my spine. Underwater, I used my feet to feel for the bottom, but even as a full grown adult, I couldn't touch. My head soon bobbed up, breaking the surface of the water just as Molly's moon-lit body was in a cannon ball above mine.

...SPLASH

Molly's head poked up next to mine and despite us both being in shock from the frigid water, we somehow managed to laugh hysterically at each other. It was the kind of laughter that makes your stomach muscles sore.

"Okay, I'll admit it, that was fun," I said between laughs.

She fed me a proud smile. "I'll race ya back to the hot tub now." She hurriedly swam to shore until she could touch, then used her feet to trudge through the shallow water.

I let her take the lead since she probably needed this small victory more than I did. Also, it gave me the opportunity to watch her cute butt as she ran away.

She couldn't return to the hot tub fast enough, and I was hot on her heels. Once we got to the deck, we both jumped back into the water and once again, sank to our necks.

"Its your turn to ask me now," she said after a few moments.

"What do you mean, ask you what?"

"Ask me truth or dare," she giggled. "I dared you to jump in the water. Now it's your turn to ask me to do something funny."

"Ohh." I smiled. "Okay, truth or dare?"

"Hmm..." she pondered for a moment. "I'll start with truth."

It didn't take me long to think of a truth to ask her. It was something I'd been wondering for years.

"How do you not have a boyfriend?" I asked bluntly. Not only was Molly sexy, she was very smart, charismatic, and usually kind-hearted. And speaking from experience, It's hard to find all those qualities wrapped up into one girl, so how she'd not been snatched up yet, was beyond me.

She didn't respond right away, which made me wonder if I'd somehow offended her.

"Seriously," I continued, "you're smart, fun, beautiful. How are you still single?" I figured saying the word beautiful sounded a little less creepy than calling her sexy.

After a momentary silence, her smile returned. "First of all, thank you for the compliments," she began, her cheeks blushing. "To be honest, I don't really want a boyfriend right now. It just doesn't seem worth the hassle when I'll be going off to college in the fall, and the thought of having a long-distance relationship seems exhausting, and kinda miserable!"

"Yeah," I agreed. "I remember feeling that way when I went off to college."

"Don't get me wrong," she quickly added, "I still go on casual dates and stuff, just nothing serious, y'know?"

I nodded.

She then giggled with an afterthought. "I just have friends with benefits...if you know what I mean."

"So, is that what you call your pink little friend?" I teased her, feeling brave.

"My pink little friend?" she questioned, confusion written all over her face.

"Yeah, your pink little friend with benefits," I emphasized, letting that hang in the air for a moment.

As soon as she realized I was referring to her dildo, she gasped in horror. "Ahh! I knew you saw it!" she cried, splashing a handful of water at me. "Ugh! I hate you!"

"Busted!" I teased, returning her a playful splash.

"God, Danny!" She buried her face in her hands. "I'm so embarrassed now!"

"Where did you even get that thing?" I pried.

"I got it as a stupid gag gift."

I laughed in disbelief. "Yeah, surrre you did."

She quickly unburied her face. "It was a gag gift, I swear!"

"Yeah right! From who then?"

"Alyssa, if you must know. She gave it to me for my birthday!"

"Why would your best friend get you a dildo for your birthday?"

"Because she was trying to be funny!" she retorted, "That's why they call it a gag gift"

"Well, It doesn't seem much like a gag gift when you bring it on vacation with you."

"Ugh! I hate you sometimes," she groaned, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"Does Mom or Dad know about this?"

"No! And they're not gonna find out about it either," she demanded. "God! Are you gonna tease me about this all week now?"

"Of course!" I confirmed, as only a big brother would.

"Okay, jerk, I think you've tortured me enough for one turn? It's my turn to torture you now! Truth or dare?"

I chuckled. "Umm...truth."

"Okay. Same question! Why don't you have a girlfriend?" she paused and made a fist in the air, jerking it up and down. "Or do you have your own 'friend with benefits'?"

"Oh my god!" I laughed.

"Seriously, though, you're a pretty good look'n dude, smart, funny, why don't you have a girlfriend? You seem like you'd be good enough catch."

"I don't know." I shrugged. "I guess it's because I only have one more year of school ahead of me."

"So! What does that matter?"

"I just don't wanna get tied-down with anyone until I know where my career will take me, y'know?"

"Yeah, I guess I don't blame you," she agreed. "I wouldn't want that either."

"Truth or dare?" I asked her.

"I'll do another truth, but be nice this time!" she scolded, pointing a finger at me accusingly.

"But what's the fun in that?" I joked, making her giggle.

I honestly tried to think of something more appropriate, but my mind was in the gutter and I really wanted to know more about this dildo.

"How many times a week do you, uh, use your toy?" I asked.

"Oh c'mon, Danny, you can't ask me stuff like that!"

"Sure I can," I said with a sly smirk, trying to play it off as just being humorous.

She glared at me for a silent moment, then turned coy. "You actually want to know, don't you?"

I didn't want to come off eager, so I nonchalantly shrugged my shoulders like I was neither here nor there.

She rolled her eyes. "I can't believe we're even talking about this, but if you must know," she paused to think about it, "I don't know, like, three, maybe four times a week."

I'm not sure what I was expecting to hear, but it wasn't that. The shocked look on my face must've been evident, because she suddenly got defensive.

"What?" she questioned. "What's so bad about that?"

I wasn't sure what to say, so I just shrugged, giving her a silly look.

"Truth or dare?" she quickly asked me.

The intimidating smirk she was feeding me, made me a little nervous. "Uh, truth," I answered, unsure if I'd made the safer choice.

"How often do you jerk off, Mr Innocent?"

I had a feeling she was going to ask me that. Truthfully, I jerked off at least once a day, but I couldn't bring myself to admit that to her. "Um, maybe like, once or twice a week," I lied.
"Yeah right," she laughed. "C'mon! How often?"

I sighed. "I don't know. Probably, like, every day or two, I guess."

"I knew it!"

"Oh whatever," I said, waiving it off. "Truth or dare?"

She pondered for a moment, wearing a grin that let me know she was having as much fun as I was. "Truth," she decided.

"Have you ever experimented with another girl?"

"Yes," came her quick response.

"Really? With who? What did you guys do?"

"Stuff," she said proudly, leaving out any potentially juicy details.

"Like what?" I pried.

"Like stuff," was all she said, then asked me "Truth or dare?"

As fun as these sibling revelations were becoming, I was ready to shake things up.

"I'll do a dare this time," I told her with a confident smile.

"Payback time!" she cheered, rubbing her palms together mischievously.

A silence filled the air as she brainstormed for an evil dare.

"Okay, I got a funny one," she said after a moment. "I dare you to sneak into Mom and Dad's room, steal a pair of Mom's panties from out of her suitcase, then come back out here wearing them over your head like a hat."

"You can't be serious!"

"Dead serious," she said, with her devilish grin.

"Molly, I'm not doing that."

"You don't have a choice!" she declared. "You can't just refuse to do a dare."

"Or else what?"

"Or else you'll lose," she said matter-of-factly. "And then you'll have to do my chores for a whole month."

"What?" I chuckled. "I never agreed to that!"

"Well we gotta come up with some kind of punishment," she giggled. "C'mon, just do the stupid dare! It'll be funny."

I mulled it over for a moment, then decided that as long as Mom and Dad wouldn't ever find out about it, it did seem like a funny thing to do.

"Fine," I succumbed. "I'll do the stupid dare. How long do I have to keep them on my head for?"

"Umm...until it's your turn again," she decided, then explained. "Once my next turn is over, and it's your turn again, you may take them off your head. Sound good?"

"I guess," I said, then stood up and hopped out of the hot tub, rushing into the cabin.

After entering Mom and Dad's room, I spotted Mom's suitcase next to her bed. At this point, I wasn't exactly sure how long Mom and Dad had been gone, but I knew that if I wanted to get this dare done and over with before their return, then I'd better hurry. I quickly went to the suitcase and flipped it open. Immediately, I recognized Mom's clothes, clothes I'd seen her in many of times. I began carefully sifting through the neatly folded stacks.

I would be lying if I said this was my first experience snooping around for a pair of my mother's panties- I'd been stealing her panties for years, ever since I discovered masturbation. I would always get so excited whenever I'd find a pair in her hamper, slightly crusted by her juices. I would sneak them back to my room and cum bucket loads after jerking off with them up to my face. Yes, I know that's fucked up. No, I don't really care anymore. I used to worry that one day she'd catch me, but it was never enough worry to stop me from still doing it. Even in that very moment, as I sifted through her neatly folded stacks, I could feel my heart thump with familiar excitement.

Finally, I found the stash of Mom's delicates at the bottom of her suitcase. I was surprised by what I found. Mom had packed an assortment of sexy undergarments. First, I held up a pair of her sheer pink panties. As I held them by the waistband I imagined them being transparent on her. I let that mental image sink in while I pulled out the next sexy undergarment, a black satin pair with white lace stitched around each opening. I wondered how good the satin material must feel cradling her bare pussy mound. I let that mental image replace the last one, then found a purple thong that I'd never seen before. I wondered when and where she planned on wearing it on this particular trip, and of course, I pictured her in it, letting a mental image of it riding up her ass linger for a while...

I wished I had all night to perv over my mother's panties, but I knew I needed to get back to the hot tub before Molly's suspicion grew wary. I quickly tucked each pair of Mom's sexy panties back into her bag exactly where I'd found them, then pulled out a boring white cotton pair, figuring that would be the least weird to wear as a hat in front of my sister.

I suspected I looked as dumb as I felt, returning to the hot tub with Mom's underwear slung over my head. Molly confirmed that suspicion when she burst out in laughter.

"Wow, Bro! That's a good look for you."

"Gee thanks!" I snarled, then as soon as I was about to crawl back into the warm water, I noticed headlights shining on the side of the cabin. I panicked, knowing that that could only be Mom and Dad's headlights!

"Shit!" I cursed, quickly reaching up to pull the panties off my head.

"Ah-ah-ah," Molly stopped me. "Not until your next turn, remember?"

I knew she was right- She clearly stated in the dare that I couldn't take the panties off my head until my next turn. And as much as I didn't want my parents to see me like this, I especially didn't want to do Molly's chores for a month.

"Ugh! Truth or dare?" I hurriedly asked her as I climbed over the side of the hot tub, sinking back into the warm water.

"Hmm," she pondered, making a show of taking her time.

"C'mon, Molly!" I pleaded, as the glow of headlights shining on the cabin only got brighter. "Truth or dare?"

We both heard the sound of an engine approach, then quickly shut off. Fortunately, our parents would be entering the cabin through the front door on the opposite side of the property.

"Molly please!" I begged, as I heard the sounds of a car door open and shut, then another.

"Fine," she gave in, "dare."

The lights shining against the trees dimmed before going dark completely. I could faintly hear the sound of Mom and Dad having a conversation, but it was hard to make out anything they were saying over the hot tub's jets. Their voices grew louder, and more pronounced, the closer they got to the cabin....then they were gone.

"Uhh," I stuttered, trying to come up with any kind of a dare that would rush through Molly's turn, but my brain was too flustered, and I couldn't think straight.

As fate would have it, only a few seconds passed before the sliding glass door slid open.

"We're baa-ack," came Mom's cheerful singing voice as she stepped out onto the deck to join us.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, expecting the worst.

Mom shut the door behind her, then walked towards us. As soon as she noticed a pair of her underwear was sitting atop my head, she stopped in her tracks, feeding me a perplexed look.

I started spewing out lame excuses. "It was a stupid dare, I swear!" "We didn't think you'd be back so soon!" "We're just playing a game!"

To my surprise, Molly calmly came in for my rescue. "It's true, Mom, we're playing truth or dare and I dared Danny to wear a pair of your underwear on his head like a hat."

The perplexed look on Mom's face wasn't one of anger, more of a puzzled expression. She stood there staring at us for an awkward moment, torturing me with her silence. Then, to my relief, she actually started giggling. "Truth or dare, huh? That sounds like trouble in the making."

I felt the need to try another apology. "I'm so sorry, Mom. We didn't think you'd be back so soon."

"Relax, sweetie, I'm only teasing you," she said, her tone softening. "After all, Isn't that the whole point of truth or dare, to get teased into doing embarrassing things?"

"So, you're not, um, mad?" I questioned.

"Listen, as your mother, I'm just happy to see you two spending some quality time together for once."

Molly shot me a mischievous grin. "Well, we do seem to be learning a lot about each other, that's for sure!"

"Yeah, I can see that!" Mom snickered, walking over to the side of tub that I was sitting at. She made a gesture at the panties on my head. "Seems to me like you two are having a little too much fun out here."

"You should join us," Molly suggested.

"I don't know?" Mom laughed a bit. "I haven't played truth or dare in ages."

"So you're overdue then!"

"Hmm." Mom appeared to be thinking it over. "Maybe after your father goes to bed."

The mention of my Dad, made the lump in my throat return. I loved my father dearly, but he could be a little uptight sometimes. Unlike Mom, there's no way he would find humor in something like this. He would be utterly ashamed of me for doing something so taboo, not to mention with his wife's panties.

He must've put the groceries away at the speed of light, because seconds later, we heard the sliding glass door open, and out stepped Dad. "Oh, here you guys are," he said.

I winced in preparation for the tongue lashing I knew was coming, but to my surprise, mom quickly saved me by quickly snatching the panties from my head and shouting "BUBBLES!".

"Oh, right right..." Dad chuckled, well aware of the bubbles rule. He turned towards the dial switch to crank it back to start, and by the time he turned around, Mom had the panties tightly balled up in her clenched fist.

"Thought you might want this," Dad said, walking up to Mom and handing her a freshly poured glass of her favorite wine.

"Aww!" she cooed. "Thanks hun!"

"Well, how's the water, kids?" Dad asked us, turning in our direction.

"The water feels great," Molly answered with a smile.

"Well, I'm glad to see you're in a better mood," he teased.

"I am indeed."

For what seemed like forever, the four of us engaged in small-talk, all the while Mom secretly hid the panties in her clenched fist. I wasn't sure why she'd done that for me, but I was grateful that she had.

Eventually, Dad mentioned that he was tired and ready for bed. "The early bird gets the worm," he quipped. Then, as an afterthought, he added "Or should I say the early "fish" get's the worm?"

It was a lame dad-joke but we all laughed anyway.

Mom then turned and cuddled up to him, laying her open palm against his chest. "I'm going to stay out here for a little while longer with these two."

Dad leaned down and planted a loving peck upon her lips. "Okay, I'll wait up for you."

Mom smiled warmly up at him. "You don't need to wait up for me, honey. You've had a long day of driving." She gave his chest a few soft pats. "You should get some rest."

He nodded, then looked over at me sharply. "Don't stay up too late, young man! You and I are hitting the water by six o'clock sharp, got it?"

I was well aware of the plan. "Yeah, I know, Dad."

Molly and I each said our goodnights as he turned to go back inside.

"I'll be in to change into my swimsuit in a minute," Mom told him as she walked him to the sliding glass door, then kissed him on the lips before parting ways with him for the night. She waited for the sliding glass door to click shut behind him before turning to face us. "Are you guys crazy?" she scolded mildly, dangling the panties at us from her fingertips.

Molly giggled.

"Let's try to be a little more discrete next time, shall we?" Mom warned us, wiggling the panties for emphasis.

I couldn't help but wonder what she meant by "next time". Next time what? Next time we incorporated her panties into a dare, or next time I steal her panties in general? It sounded as if she was giving me permission to take them again sometime. Regardless, she didn't seem bothered by my snooping, at least it didn't feel like she was.

"So, you are gonna join us?" Molly asked, clapping her hands excitedly. "You're actually gonna play truth or dare with us?"

Mom giggled as she picked up her wine glass and swirled it around a couple of times. "Not without pouring myself another one of these," she said, "considering my son just had my panties on his head!" She then raised the glass to her mouth and pressed the crystal rim to her soft lips.

I watched intently as she tilted the glass back, emptying the last of its contents into her mouth before swallowing it down in one sexy gulp.

"I'll go get my suit on," she said, licking her lips, but before turning to go inside, she leaned in close to me and placed the panties right back on my head. "There, thought you might want your hat back," she teased, then quickly vanished into the cabin.

Suddenly, I didn't feel as stupid sitting there with my own mother's panties slung over my head.

It didn't take Mom long to change into her swimming suit. "BUBBLES!" Molly and I sang, the moment we heard her re-emerge from the cabin.

Mom happily cranked the switch back to start, making the surface of the water bubble like a boiling pot of water.

I looked down at her pretty bare feet as she padded up to the side of the tub. Her pedicured toenails were painted a crimson red color that contrasted well with her olive skin tone. A little further up, I noticed her fingernails were painted the same pretty color. Further up more, her shoulder-length, brown hair was tied back into a loose ponytail, swaying back and forth to her every step. She was wrapped in a white terrycloth robe that fell to her mid-thigh. In one hand, she held a freshly opened bottle of wine. In the other, a drink for me. "Thought you might want this," she said, handing me a cold beer.

I accepted it with a smile.

After setting her wine bottle down on the edge of the tub, she dipped her hand into the water, stirring it around in a circle. "Ooh that's perfect," she cooed.

"It really is!" Molly agreed.

Mom pulled her hand out of the water and dried it against her robe. Then in one smooth motion, she reached down, delicately untied the sash from around her waist, and let the robe slide off her bare shoulders, catching it behind her back. My heart thumped at the sight of her chest thrusting outward at me. I always thought her boobs looked big, but in that bikini top they looked massive! Two triangles of red fabric strained to keep all her soft, milky flesh from spilling out. Yes, I know I shouldn't have been drooling over my own mother's tits, but she was, indeed, a beautiful woman, dripping with sex appeal from head to toe.

As Mom fully discarded her robe, she folded it over the back of an empty deck chair.

"Oh that's cute," Molly complemented her on her swimsuit, making a gesture at her top, "I really like that color on you!"

"Thanks!" Mom said, looking down at herself. She started fiddling with one of the strings tied at the side of her hip. "It's new. I bought it for this trip."

"It looks SO cute on you," Molly insisted.

"You're sure It's not too skimpy?" Mom asked candidly. "Your father says it's too skimpy on me," she paused and looked up at us, "what do you guys think, too skimpy?"

I knew If she were my wife, she certainly wouldn't hear a complaint from me!

"Turn around," Molly ordered.

Mom spun on her heels and struck a silly pose with her butt out, and I realized then why Dad had said what he'd said. The small triangle of nylon fabric covering her magnificently tanned ass, or trying to at least, didn't leave much to the imagination.

Molly was the first to speak on it. "I mean, it is skimpy, but skimpy is in now. I think it's cute!"

Mom craned her neck over her shoulder and stuck her butt out further. "Oh God! I didn't realize it was that bad," she exclaimed, seeing as how it had practically disappeared between her cheeks.

Molly giggled. "I think it's cute!"

I wasn't up-to-date on the latest swimwear trends, but whatever Molly said, sounded good enough to me. I picked my jaw up out of the water and quickly agreed. "Yeah, Mom, that's whats in."

"You guys are so sweet," Mom said, blushing. She then turned and walked up to the side of the tub I was sitting at. She climbed right in and settled in next to me on my bench seat. "So whose turn is it?" she asked, pouring herself a glass of wine.

"It's my turn," Molly answered, then turned to me. "I chose dare, remember?"

Now that mom was part of the game, I knew we had to tame it down a bit. Typically, Mom was fun and open-minded, but she was still our mother, and I respected that, so I knew I had to be careful not to have Molly do, or say anything too inappropriate.

"Okay, I got a good one!" I said to Molly with enthusiasm.

Molly put on an eager grin, matching my enthusiasm.

"Okay, here's what you have to do," I began. "I want you to get out of the tub and go back down to the lake. When you get to the edge of the water, you'll turn around, then you'll slowly back into the water until you're neck deep. Once you've reached neck deep water, I want you to stay out there for a full minute," I explained.

Molly waited for me to continue, until she realized there was no further instruction. "Wait, that's it?" she questioned, clearly expecting more than just a PG-13 rated dare. "Borrrring..." she fussed, and climbed out of the tub anyway. She leisurely walked the thirty yards down to the lake, then stopped at the edge of the shoreline and turned herself around to face us. "LIKE THIS?" She hollered up at me.

I raised two thumbs-up in the air. "NOW SLOWLY BACK INTO THE WATER."

Molly slowly tiptoed backwards into the ice cold water until just her head poked out above the surface.

As I began counting in my head, I felt mom's knees brush against my outer-thigh underwater. I turned my head to investigate, and noticed that she'd adjusted to a sideways position with her legs tucked up underneath herself.

"Is this okay?" she asked, her knees pushing into me.

I nodded, then noticed the devilish grin she was wearing. "What?" I asked.

"You look ridiculous with those panties on your head."

"You mean my new hat?" I joked, and felt awkward as soon as I said it.

She leaned in close and placed her hand atop my head, tousling my hair through the thin layer of cotton. "I guess it does look kinda cute on you," she teased, "It really brings out the color in your eyes."

"Gee, thanks," was all I could think to come back with.

"I gotta ask, why did you choose to steal this particular hat?" she asked, pinching little circles into the soft cotton.

Just then, we heard Molly holler up at us from the lake. "IS IT TIME YET?"

I turned my head in the direction of Molly's voice and could barely see her head poking out above the water. Honestly, I didn't have a clue if it was time for her to come back yet or not, I'd gotten so lost in my conversation with Mom, that I forgot I was even supposed to be counting.

Suddenly, Mom hollered out an answer for me. "NOT YET, MOLLY. JUST A LITTLE WHILE LONGER."

"She won't freeze," Mom joked with me. "I think a little extra cooling off might actually do her some good."

"UGHH!" Molly groaned loudly. "HOW MUCH LONGER? IT'S FRICKIN FREEZING OUT HERE!"

"LIKE FIFTEEN MORE SECONDS, OR SOMETHING!" I hollered.

"SERIOUSLY, DANNY, ARE YOU EVEN COUNTING?"

"YES! FIFTEEN SECONDS!" hollered Mom, whose devilish grin hadn't yet faded. "You never answered my question," she reminded me.

I managed a nervous chuckle. "And what question was that?"

"Of all the 'hats' to choose from in my suitcase, what made you decide on this boring white one?"

"Uh, I don't know?" I shrugged timidly.

"Oh don't get all shy on me now," she teased. "You certainly weren't shy about snooping through my suitcase this evening. I can only assume you must've skimmed over at least a few of my more risqué panties."

"Uh, I'm not sure what you're talking about."

"OH I think you DO know what I'm talking about!" she giggled.

I couldn't believe we were even having this conversation, but at least her giggle made me feel more at ease. "I don't know." I shrugged. "I guess I just knew Molly wouldn't give me as much shit if I walked out here wearing a pair of your granny panties over my head."
"Granny panties!" she scoffed, continuing to toy with them. "These are not granny panties..."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Well they are compared to all your other panties I found."

"Ah-Ha! So you admit it then? You did notice the sexy ones!"

Her playful demeanor had a calming effect on me. "Of course I noticed them," I chuckled, but before getting another word out, I noticed her suddenly peeking over my shoulder. She quickly pulled her hand away as if she'd been caught sneaking into the cookie jar. I glanced behind me to investigate and realized Molly was already sprinting towards us, ending my fun conversation with Mom.

Molly raced up the deck's stairs as fast as she could, then practically dove into the warm, bubbly water.

We all sat in silence for the next few moments, sipping on our cold drinks, feeding each other quirky grins before getting right back into the game.

"Mom, truth or dare?" Molly asked her, after thawing out a bit.

"Hmm," Mom pondered, "I'll start with truth."

Molly pointed out at the lake water. "Have you ever went skinny dipping out there?"

"OHH, so we're playing that kind of truth or dare, huh?"

"I'm just curious," Molly laughed.

Mom peered down at the lake water. "Actually, yes, I have. Believe it or not, your father and I used to do that quite often."

The fact that Mom, herself, had done this didn't surprise me. She'd always been a free-spirited woman, always down for an adventure. Dad, however, was about as straight-laced at they came.

"Wait, Dad did this?" Molly exclaimed, stealing the words from my mouth.

Mom smiled and nodded. "I had to practically drag him out into the water, but yes, he eventually joined me."

"Wow!" Molly voiced. "I wasn't expecting that."

"It seems I'm just full of surprises tonight," Mom snickered. "Whose turn is it now?"

"Its yours," Molly told her. "You have to pick one of us, then ask us truth or dare."

"Oh thats right," Mom nodded, as it was all coming back to her. "Okay then, Molly, truth or dare?"

"Hmm," Molly pondered, "I suppose I'm up for another dare."

Mom held up her nearly empty wine bottle. "I dare you to go inside and get me another bottle."

"Only if I can have some of it," Molly countered.

"Nice try, missy! Not until you're old enough, you know that!"

"Just one glass?" Molly pleaded. "I promise I won't tell Dad."

"Fine," Mom gave in, "I suppose one glass is fine."

"Yay!" Molly cheered, bouncing out of the hot tub. "Be right back!"

As soon as Molly was out of earshot, Mom shot me a mischievous look. "Even the purple pair?"

At first I wasn't sure what she was referring to, until I replayed our latest conversation in my head, then flash-backed to when I was hovering over her suitcase, discovering all of her sexy panties not that long ago. "Yes, even the purple pair," I confirmed, grinning wider than I should've.

"I'm surprised you didn't put that one over your head," she teased.

"Well, I would've," I teased her back, "but I figured it wouldn't provide much coverage for my head."

That made her giggle. "Yeah, you're probably right, there's not really much to it, is there?"

"No, not that I could tell."

I still couldn't believe she was being so forward with me in regards to her panties. All jokes aside, it's not a conversation I thought I'd ever have with my mother. I made a mental note to keep an eye out for that purple thong over the remainder of the week.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" she asked, pulling me from my trance.

"Nothing," I said, shaking the thought from my head.

"Uh-huh," she murmured, just as Molly returned from inside of the cabin.

A couple glasses of wine later, we were all laughing amongst each other. The truths were all fairly tame, until Molly decided to be brave. "Mom, truth or dare?"

"Hmm," Mom pondered for only a second. "I choose truth again."

"How often do you and Dad have sex?"

"Pft! Not enough," came Mom's knee-jerk response.

Molly and I exchanged quirky grins.

"Lets just say your father and I don't have sex as often as we used to."

"Like, how often?" Molly wanted to know. "Like, how many times a week?"

"Honey, I'd be lucky to get it once a month."

"Once a month?" Molly retorted. "Yeah right! I don't believe that."

"It's true!"

"Well it sure doesn't sound like only once a month," Molly teased her. "You must forget we have thin walls back at home..."

Mom couldn't help but laugh. "Sorry, honey, I guess I do get kinda loud in the heat of the moment."

"You think?" Molly confirmed.

Mom playfully threw her hands up like she was being attacked. "Hey, I never said our sex wasn't loud, I just said it only happens about once a month, which is the honest truth."

I could tell by the hint of solemness in Mom's voice that this was a heavy topic, like there was more to the story than meets the eye. I can honestly say I've never given my parents sex-life much thought. They seemed to have a good marriage, so I guess I always just assumed that their sex-life was good too. I never would've guessed that Mom was living with an unfulfilled appetite for sex. Whether that was true or not, Mom shut it down for further discussion. "Lets move on, shall we?" she said dismissively. "Danny! Truth or Dare?"

"Uh, dare," I decided.

Again, she shifted her eyes up to the panties on my head, then quickly snatched them away and began twirling them around the tip of her index finger. "Do you remember coming home for Christmas last winter?"

I nodded. I had come home to celebrate the holidays during my two week break from college. I'd slept in my old childhood bedroom.

Mom smiled inwardly. "Well, mister, after you went back to school, I was cleaning your room, and I accidentally vacuumed up a little something of mine from under your bed...then another little something of mine...then another..."

I winced my eyes shut, realizing exactly where she was going with this. Six months prior, when I'd spent Christmas break at home, I'd overindulged in my guilty pleasure a little too much. I had stolen three pairs of her panties from her dirty clothes hamper, and each night for two amazing weeks, I jerked off with one of the pairs up to my face. My room became my own personal, pantie-heaven. Whenever the stolen panties weren't up to my nostrils, I kept them hidden under my bed. I just then realized that I must've forgotten to return them back to her hamper before going back to school. I couldn't believe I'd been so reckless!

"Not as sneaky as you thought you were, were you?" she teased me, then stopped twirling the panties around her finger and slingshotted them at me. "I dare you to show me what you were doing with the multiple pairs I found under your bed."

"Wait what?" Molly exclaimed.

My shoulders slumped in defeat. "I, um... I don't know what to say, Mom."

"I didn't ask you to say anything," Mom giggled, "I asked you to show me."

Despite my embarrassment, I nervously lifted the panties up to my nostrils and inhaled lightly, breathing in the scent of her panties. They were clean, so I didn't smell what I was used to, but I still felt like such a sicko doing it in front of her and Molly. I only inhaled one short breath before pulling them away from my face. I tried handing them back to her, but she pushed my hand away.

"No, sweetie, you hang on to them."

Molly couldn't believe her eyes. "What in the actual fuck did I just witness?" she said, and got ignored again.

"Mom, I can explain." I said.

"Oh you can, can you?" She batted her eyelashes at me. "Please, enlighten me."

I knew then that there was no way to explain my way out of this. Plain and simple, I'd sniffed her panties while pleasuring myself like an animal, then hid them under my bed to do it again, and again, and again.

"I, um..." I trailed off, failing to come up with any kind of explanation.

"Save it, buster," Mom laughed, waiving her hand dismissively at me. "You don't need to explain a thing. It's actually not that big of a deal."

"Not that big of a deal?" Molly retorted. "Mom, we just watched Danny sniff your underwear! That seems like a pretty-big-deal to me!"

"Its really not, Molly. Your brother is a typical young man with all the hormones of any other typical young man, so let's try not to embarrass him too much, alright?"

I couldn't believe Mom was sticking up for me in that moment. She had every right to slap me across the face, but instead, she turned to me with a smile. "Don't be embarrassed, sweetie, you have nothing to be ashamed of."

Her calm motherly tone melted me into a puddle of mush.

"Seriously, Mom?" Molly continued. "He literally just sniffed your underwear right in front of us and you're not at all grossed out by that?"

Mom shot me another reassuring smile before turning to Molly to explain some facts of life. "No, Molly, It doesn't gross me out at all, actually. I did a lot of research on this, and believe it or not, lots of men sniff women's underwear, its called a panty-fetish."

"A panty-fetish?" Molly questioned with a disgusted look on her face.

"Yes." Mom nodded. "It's quite common. I think you'd be surprised by how many men are into this sort of thing."

"Really? Why would they want to do that?"

"Each article I read online said the same thing- The human body releases 'feel good' chemicals called serotonin from your brain whenever you breathe in the scent of a woman's pheromones."

"Phero-what?" Molly giggled. "What are you talking about?"

Mom sighed. "What I'm saying is, is that your brother is not some sick freak, he's very normal."

"Mom, there's nothing normal about that!"

"Oh hush!" Mom defended me. "It's not like he's hurting anyone. Everyone has a kink or two, and If you ask me, his is harmless."

"Okay...but what's the part that he thinks smells so good?" Molly asked, then peered over at me sharply. "You do know we like, sweat and stuff down there, too, right?"

"Uhh..." I trail off, still in shock of what was happening.

"The article said that that doesn't matter," Mom continued, saving me with more facts from the internet, "as long as whatever he's smelling came from my, uh, lady parts, it'll drive him crazy!"

"Exactly, Mom, your lady parts, his own mothers! That's kind of fucked up, don't you think?"

Mom smiled warmly. "Everybody has pheromones, so no, I don't think there's anything wrong with him smelling my particular pheromones. It could have been mine, or anyone else's scent that made him feel good."

Molly's eyes widened as the realization came to her. She glared at me with laser beams for eyes. "You better not have ever sniffed any of MY panties, pervert!"

"I didn't! I swear," I defended myself.

"You better not have," she scolded me, before returning her attention to Mom. "I can't believe you're not appalled by any of this!"

Mom appeared to be thinking back. "When I first found out, I was shocked, just like you, never appalled though. That's why I researched why men would even do something like this, and you wouldn't believe all the information I found on-line."

As credible as mom's insight was, I knew Molly would never surf the internet for panty-sniffing facts.

"Anyway, after finding out what I found out," Mom continued, then started to blush, "I don't know, I guess it sort of intrigued me knowing that my womanly scent could have such an effect on someone so young, like Danny."

"I don't even know what to say to that," Molly paused, "that's kinda weird."

"It's not that weird," Mom dismissed. "It's science."

Molly laughed. "No, it's still pretty weird, but whatever. I guess I'll just have to accept the fact that I'm vacationing with two weirdos."

"Yep! I guess so," Mom agreed, then put an arm around me and pulled me in tight. "You're stuck with us two weirdos for the rest of this trip, so you'd better get used to it!"

Molly couldn't refrain from smirking at us. "Just keep all that panty sniffing stuff between the two of you and we'll be just fine!"

"Oh we will," Mom smiled.

It's hard to explain the amount of relief I felt in that moment. It felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Before that night, I'd never told anyone about my panty-sniffing-fetish, so having someone to share it with, was like a breath of fresh air. I was left wondering, though, wondering where things would go from there.

"Well, I'm gonna head in for the night," Molly dismissed herself through a yawn. With that, she stood and hopped out of the tub, then gave us a silly look. "Sounds like you two have a few things to catch up on."

Mom laughed dismissively. "Night kiddo!"

"Night, sis!"

As soon as Molly was gone, Mom gave me a sorrowful look. "Sorry for bringing that up in front of your big mouth sister. I wasn't trying to embarrass you."

"I know," I sighed. "It's okay. She actually took it a lot better than I thought she would."

"I have a confession," Mom said, with a nervous smile. "I've actually known about it for a while."

"You have? How long?"

"A couple of years now," she admitted. "You never have been very sneaky about it."

"Dad doesn't know anything about it, though, does he?"

"Well..." she began, seeming to recall a memory. "He did find a pair of my panties in your room once."

"HE DID? Oh God! What did he say about it?"

"I'll be honest...he wasn't happy. He brought them to me and demanded to know why my panties were in your room."

"No!" I started to panic. "What did you tell him?"

"What do you mean? I told him the truth," she said, then noticed my eyes filling with fear. "Oh, don't give me that look, you know I can't lie to your father!"

"Well what did you tell him?"

"The truth," she repeated. "There was nothing else I could say. I wasn't going to lie to him," she said, then paused long enough to feed me a cute smile. "I told him that you just really enjoy jerking off with my panties up to your handsome face...and that's how my panties ended up in your room."

My smile returned, detecting her obvious sarcasm. "There were no panties, were there?"

"No," she giggled. "I mean, I'm sure there was a pair hidden in your room somewhere, but your father never found them, at least not to my knowledge."

I sighed in relief. "God, you about gave me a heart attack!"

"Sorry," she grinned, "you're just too easy!"

And just then, the sliding glass door opened and out stepped Dad, surprising the hell out of us.

"Roger?" Mom croaked. "What are you doing out here?"

Dad lazily walked up to the side of the hot tub. "I heard a noise," he said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "I figured I'd better come check it out. What are you guys still doing out here? It's almost midnight."

"We're just reminiscing on old times," Mom told him, then said, "I didn't realize it was so late. We'll be in shortly."

"Mhm," he mumbled, as he turned his back and went back inside.

I waited for the door to click shut behind him before softly saying, "you don't think he heard us out here, do you?"

"That would require him to actually pay attention to me for once," Mom said, and there was a hint of solemnness in her tone that didn't go undetected; I could tell this was something that was weighing on her.

"What's going with you guys?" I asked her, genuinely concerned. "You guys aren't, like, going to get a divorce, are you?"

"Of course not!" she exclaimed, horrified that I'd even asked. "Is that something you're actually worried about?"

"Kind of," I shrugged.

She frowned. "No, sweetie, we're not gonna get divorced," she assured me. "We're just going through a stage right now. I'm afraid our marriage has hit a temporary lull point. Trust me, we'll be fine."

"A lull point?"

She sighed, taking a moment to search for the right words. "Listen, your father is a great man, there's no doubt about that. And he's an amazing father to both you and Molly...It's just, when it comes to the bedroom and sex, specifically, let's just say he's not as enthusiastic for me as he once was. But I'm hopeful that'll all change once we're empty-nesters again."

"Do you guys, like, not have sex anymore?"

"Not as much as I'd like," she quipped. "If you haven't noticed, your old mother is kind of a horn-dog these days."

"You are not old, Mom!"

She took the compliment in stride, feeding me a toothy grin. "Listen, I have one last question for you, before we go inside," she began, then hit me with it. "Out of all the panties you've ever stole from my bedroom, which was your favorite pair?"

"I prefer the term borrowed," I joked, earning myself another giggle from her.

She playfully rolled her eyes. "Fine, borrowed. Which pair was your favorite pair you ever borrowed?"

I thought back to the days at home and all the panties that I'd ever taken from her. The one pair that stuck out in my mind the most, was a pink lacy thong with a little black bow tie on the front of it. "Remember that pink thong you had, the one with the little bow tie?"

She nodded cutely.

"Well, that one was my favorite."

"Ah, so you are a thong guy after all," she declared, referring to our earlier conversation about her purple thong that I'd discovered in her suitcase.

My face blushed. "Yeah, I guess you could say that."

"Hmm, I'll have to remember that," she teased me. "I'll have to be careful not to accidentally leave my purple thong lying around on this trip..."

A big stupid smile crept across my face. It seemed that the further we crawled down this rabbit whole together, the more at ease we both felt about everything.

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As I laid my head on my pillow that night, my mind was filled with more questions than answers: 'Would Mom just let this happen now?' I asked myself. 'Would she actually go as far as purposely leaving her worn panties lying around the house for me to discover? She couldn't possibly have been coming on to me out there, could she have? How far would she be willing to go? Hell, how far would I even be willing to go? What would Dad do if he ever found out?'

It was all a lot to process, leaving me tossing and turning for nearly an hour. Despite my restlessness, Molly must've thought I was asleep, because after a while I heard a clicking sound coming from her side of the room, followed by a faint, almost inaudible buzzing noise. Very subtly, I turned my head to investigate and noticed little movements happening under her blanket. There was just enough moonlight coming in from the octagon window of our loft for me to detect what she was doing. I stifled a gasp, then heard the quick clicking sound again, and the vibrating noise abruptly stopped.

"Danny?" Molly whispered. "Are you awake?"

I didn't move a muscle, making it seem as if I were sleeping.

"Danny," she repeated. "Are you awake?"

I continued playing dead, hoping it would give her the green-light to continue again, and sure enough, a few moments later I heard the click-bzzzz again.

I was able to remain still for a while, enjoying the sound of her pleasurable sighs, but once she started softly moaning, I couldn't help but want to get a better angle. I slowly turned, accidentally rustling my sheets in the process.

"Danny?" she demanded, shutting her vibrator off again. "Are you awake, or not?"

Again, I remained frozen, offering her no indication of me being coherent, then I heard the click-bzzz again.

"Mmm," came her moans, causing me to accidentally chuckle, softly.

"Damn it, Danny, you have to tell me if you're awake!"

I couldn't keep it in any longer and I started audibly chuckling. "Whatcha doing over there, sis?" I teased her.

"God, Danny, you are such a creep!"

"Me?" I exclaimed. "You're the one getting off with me in the same room as you, no less than ten feet away!"
"Shhh!" she hissed, reminding me to keep my voice down. "I thought you were sleeping."

"Well I'm not," I chuckled softly.

"Clearly! So, like, what, you were just gonna lay there and listen to me, pervert?"

"Uh," I chuckled, "you didn't leave me much of a choice."

"Ugh!" she groaned, frustrated. "Well, I'm not gonna get any sleep until I finish. Can you just like, not listen to this side of the room for a little while, please?"

I laughed quietly, and rolled over to face the wall behind me. "Night, sis."

"Night, Danny. Thanks."

Not even a second later, I heard the click of her vibrator again, followed by a sharp, pleasurable sigh. "Mmm," she moaned softly, no longer trying to hide it.

My erection started to grow as I laid there listening to her, imagining what it would be like to be laying in the same bed as her. I imagined replacing her dildo with my hand, massaging little circles into her swollen clit.

"Alright, this isn't working," came Molly's frustrated voice, shutting the vibrator off. "Can you just like, do it with me, or something?"

I rolled back over to face her. "What do you mean?"

"Like jerk off with me, so I don't feel so embarrassed?"

"You want me to jerk off, in front of you?"

"Don't make this any weirder than it already is," she half giggled. "Can you please just do it, so I feel less nervous, please?"

"Uh..." I couldn't believe she was requesting this.

"Here," she said, wiggling her hips under her blankets, then pulling out her hands and tossing her panties over to me. "Maybe those will encourage you."

"Are you serious?" I gasped, snatching them up off my shoulder. I held them up in the air and admired them. My eyes got big as I pinched the gusset and felt its warmth sliding between my fingertips. There was actually pussy residue on the pink polyester that shined in the moonlight.

"I swear to God, Danny, if you tell anyone about this, I'll kill you!" she warned me.

"I won't! I promise," I assured her, as I brought the panties to my face and inhaled sharply. I felt the moistness on the tip of my nose, then slid my tongue out and licked the residue, imagining that it was her pussy I was licking.

"You are such a pervert!" she told me in a laughing voice.

My eyes shot open and I looked over at her, catching her staring at me. There was a strange look on her face, not a disapproving look, but an amused one.

"Is that what you do with Mom's panties?" she teased me.

"Umm..."

"Don't answer that," she giggled, rolling onto her back. She then clicked her vibrator on and started massaging herself under the blanket. "Mmm...oh fuck!"

As I listened to her pleasuring herself, I found that running my hand up and down my hardened boner became easier and more comfortable.

The thought of her knowing exactly what I was doing, slowly moved me to dwell on how beautiful her body had become as of late. I couldn't help but listen closely for her soft moans and grunts of satisfaction while she fucked herself. My imaginations ramped up and I wondered what it would be like to be the one inserting the mechanized fuck toy into her smoldering pussy.

"OH fuck," she moaned quietly, and I imagined it was because of me.

My fascinations with Molly started taking over my whole thoughts, imagining what it would be like if I were to crawl over to her bed. I kept my eyes shut and completely drifted off to fantasy land, where Molly's sexy body bounced up and down on my dick.

"Ohh fuck, Danny, you so feel good in me," I imagined her moaning.

At this point my hand was a blur, furiously pumping away at my cock as I was already on the verge of an intense orgasm.

"OH fuck, Molly, this is so wrong," I softly moaned.

"Cum with me, Danny," she pleaded.

I pumped my cock even faster, and it didn't take me long to reach the tickling sensation of climax.

"OH, fuck, Molly, I'm gonna cum," I warned her, then cum shot out of me like a rocket, making a mess of me, my boxers, and my sheets, but I didn't even care, as it was the best orgasm I'd ever had in my entire life. I slowly opened my eyes, feeling disoriented as I came back to Earth. The ceiling above me was spinning as the last bit of cum oozed out of my cock head. I then peered over at Molly and noticed she was also smiling at the ceiling after cumming with me.

"That was intense," I told her.

"Tell me about it," she agreed. "I usually never cum that fast."

After a few moments, as we laid there with our chests heaving, I heard the click of her vibrator aging, followed by a soft, pleasurable Molly-moan, and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Shut up," she giggled. "I can't help it."

"Night, sis," I told her, then rolled over and let the sound of her cries sing me to sleep.

Chapter 2 coming soon.
Lake Timberland Ch. 02
What happens in the hot tub, stays in the hot tub.
DAY TWO


I checked my phone for the time- 8:16AM it read. It was hard to believe that Dad and I had only been fishing for a couple of hours. Time seemed to drag on painfully slow as we sat in the boat, staring at our lines casted out into the water.

Suddenly, the loud tone of my cell phone snapped me from my trance. Dad heard the familiar jingle and glared over his shoulder at me from where he sat in the front of the boat. He didn't need to say anything for me to already know what he was thinking- 'Kids these days and their constant need for technology.'

"Sorry," I muttered as I clicked my volume key down to vibrate.

He waved it off, shaking his head with mild disappointment.

I swiped my phone open and saw the notification of a text message in the top corner of my screen. I saw that it was from Mom and smiled as I clicked it open.

MOM

Morning stud! How's it going out there?

My heart went pitter-patter as I read the words. I excitedly typed her back an equally flirtatious reply

DANNY

Better now that I'm talking to you!

I felt like a young teenager again, texting my crush for the first time, wondering how she would perceive my attempt at flirting.

MOM

Well aren't you quite the charmer this morning! Your dad can't see who ur texting tho, can he?

I knew that he couldn't, but I glanced up at him just to be sure.

DANNY

No, his chair is faced away from me

A full minute passed before my phone buzzed again. This time she'd sent a picture. I swiped my touchscreen open and couldn't help but laugh at the image. It was a picture of the laundry pile on the bathroom floor, the pile that the four of us had made collectively. She'd fished out the infamous white panties that I'd worn over my head the night before and held them out for the camera.

MOM

You forgot your hat in here this morning

Dad heard me chuckle and glanced back, catching me with my nose still buried in my phone. "Can't you put that damn thing down for one second?" he scowled, gesturing to the lake and the natural beauty that I was ignoring.

I refrained from reminding him that the fish weren't biting anyway, and waited for him to turn and face out the front of the boat again before replying to Mom.

DANNY

Dang! I knew I was forgetting something lol

MOM

You better just hope your head doesn't get sunburnt out there young man!

I loved how goofy and oddly comfortable she was, joking about her panties with me. It was as if she'd woken up in a playful mood already, ready to pick up where we had left off.

DANNY

I promise to be more careful from now on

MOM

You better be!

The familiar feeling of adolescent butterflies fluttered around in the pit of my stomach as I thought of something clever to type back.

DANNY

I'm gonna have to hot tub with you more often I think!

MOM

Yes plz!! Are we on for tonight?

DANNY

Oh, God! I can't wait!!

MOM

Me either! Do you want me to pick out a new hat for you? 😉

It took everything I had not to laugh out loud at that. I quickly typed a brave reply.

DANNY

Only if it looks similar to the panties you're wearing right now

MOM

Who says I'm wearing panties right now?

DANNY

Really?!

MOM

Behave, goofball. I'm just jumping in the shower 😄

I imagined her in the shower, soaping herself in all the right places, and about fifteen minutes later my phone buzzed in my lap again.

MOM

Black

Her single word text, left me confused, wondering what she had meant by that.

DANNY

Black??

MOM

Yeah. You asked me about the panties I'm wearing right now, remember? I just slipped on a pair of black satin panties

My mind pictured her sliding a pair of sexy black panties up her freshly showered legs, then I did a flashback of all the panties I'd discovered in her suit case the night before, and by process of elimination, I figured out exactly which pair she was referring to.

DANNY

These panties you're wearing, they wouldn't happen to be trimmed in white lace, would they?

MOM

Maybe...lol

Luckily I didn't have to spend too long drawing the image up in my head, my phone buzzed a moment later with an actual picture of the panties. A close-up of her midsection filled my four inch screen. The exact pair of panties I was thinking of clung to her form, shimmering in the light, making her covered poochie sparkle like diamonds.

MOM

I forgot how comfy these are!!

DANNY

Those look even better on you than I imagined they would!

MOM

So you've fantasized about me, have you?

DANNY

Absolutely lol

MOM

Haha!! Well, you know, mr snoopy pants, it's not gonna be as much fun for me flashing you my panties all week when you already know everything I've packed for you

I smiled wider than ever, wondering how long she'd been planning this.

DANNY

Trust me I'll still enjoy it!!

MOM

Perhaps Molly and I will have to go on a little shopping spree today and see what else we can find...

DANNY

Yes! I can't wait to see what you buy!

MOM

Speaking of your sleepy-head little sis, I think I hear her finally getting up. I guess I better get dressed now lol. Ttyl, baby. Love you!!

DANNY

Love you too Mom!

I slid my phone into my pocket, figuring I was done texting her for a while. The next few hours practically flew by. Dad and I tried a few different fishing holes and ended up reeling in a nice batch of fish. We celebrated in a cheers after each catch. It wasn't until fishing slowed back down when my phone vibrated with another text. I couldn't yank it out of my pocket fast enough.

MOM

May I ask you for your opinion on something?

I could only imagine what that question might be. I excitedly texted her my answer.

DANNY

Of course!! Anything!!

A minute later I received another picture message. This time she was standing in a dressing room, taking a picture of herself in the full length mirror on the inside of the door. She had an even skimpier bikini on than she wore the night before.

MOM

How does this look on me?

My mouth fell open, staring in awe at the screen of my phone. I zoomed in on her tightly encased boobies cupped in navy-blue spandex. I could just barely make out the shapes of her thick nipples hidden within. I then zoomed in on her covered pussy. The triangular crotch was narrow, leaving the sides of her creamy mound partially exposed.

DANNY

Oh god! You have to buy that!

MOM

Idk... I don't think your father would approve. Lol

I knew that if Dad had hang-up's about the bikini she had worn the night before, then he definitely wouldn't approve of this one.

DANNY

Sadly, I don't think he would either.

MOM

Well we're about to find out. Hehe!

Just then, I heard Dad scoff from the front of the boat. I looked up and could tell he was looking down at his cell phone. He typed something angrily into the screen, shaking his head, then shoved it back into his pocket in a huff. A few seconds later I received Mom's text.

MOM

Well, you were right lol. He said I need to start being more modest in front of you and Molly

DANNY

Hey I'm not complaining!

MOM

Don't worry sweetie, that's not gonna happen.

DANNY

Thank God!!

A few minutes went by before I received the next text, followed by a picture.

MOM

One more question. Pink or yellow?

In the attached image, she had laid out two separate pantie-sets on the dressing room bench. One yellow, one pink. The yellow pair was made of a sheer see-through material that I could only assume would do very little to hide her pussy. The pink pair was a basic thong that would cover her pussy but then wrap around and disappear into her ass. Both scenarios sounded delicious.

DANNY

Well, as you already know, I'm a sucker for thongs, but that yellow pair looks interesting. I imagine either pair would look better on you, than lying on that bench lol

MOM

You're cute! Thank you for your input, love

I waited for a follow-up text, but it never came. After about fifteen minutes, the suspense was killing me and I just had to know which pair she'd bought.

DANNY

Well, which pair did you buy??

Her teasing response came a few minutes later.

MOM

Play your cards right and you might just find out 😉

I didn't exactly know what she meant by 'play your cards right', but I knew I definitely didn't want to play my cards wrong, whatever that meant.

DANNY

Okay! Deal!

Secretly, I hoped she'd bought the see-through yellow panties. The thought of possibly seeing her pussy so clearly through the transparent material had my head spinning.

MOM

Molly and I are driving back to the cabin now. Text me when you guys head for the dock, okay?

DANNY

Okay. I will

I put my phone away and struck up a conversation with Dad, to pass the time. We chatted about a little of this, and a little of that, covering all the topics that guys care about: football, cars, even politics. Before I knew it, an hour had passed.

"Well, what do you say we head in for the day," Dad suggested, reeling his line in one last time. "We'll take a crack at em' again tomorrow. How's that sound?"

"Yeah sounds good to me, Dad," I nodded, reeling my line in.

DANNY

We're headed for the dock now

MOM

Yay! See you soon!

It was about ten minutes later when Dad and I rounded the bend into our private cove. I spied Mom already standing on the dock waiting for us. She looked stunning, as usual, wearing a loose fitting sun dress with no shoes on.

She spotted us, then gave us a cute wave.

Dad showed his talented boating skills by weaving around all the boulders sticking up out of the water. He killed the motor once he got within coasting distance of the dock.

"Hiya boys," Mom greeted us, flashing us her infectious smile as we drifted closer to her.

"Hi mom!"

Dad immediately started barking out orders. "Hold on to the dock!" "Tie this rope here!" "Tie that rope there!" "Danny, go grab that five gallon bucket in the cabin."

"Actually honey," Mom said to Dad, "would you mind grabbing that bucket? I need to have a word alone with Danny."

Dad detected the urgency in Mom's tone, then shot me a sorrowful look, as if he thought I were in trouble or something. He knew better than to stick around and ask Mom questions, so he quickly climbed out of the boat and marched towards the cabin.

Mom waited until Dad was out of earshot before feeding me a playful smile, motioning me to sit down.

"Sit? Why?"

"Trust me, you'll want to be sitting for this."

"Sitting for what?"

"Just sit down!" she giggled.

I did as I was told, planting my ass back in my chair, which put me at about eye level with Mom's knees.

She glanced over her shoulder to make sure the coast was clear, before squatting down with her back to the cabin. She then grabbed the front of her flimsy dress and bunched it up over her knees. "I decided to get the yellow panties," she said, then spread her knees to show me why.

I was instantly captivated by the sight of her beautiful pale-pink pussy lips showing through the transparent material of her crotch. I could honestly make out every single detail, and it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

"Do you like them?" she asked me.

"God! I love them!" I exclaimed a bit louder than I should have, then lowered my voice. "I'm so glad you bought those panties! I can literally see everything."

"I know," she giggled. "I can't believe how see-through they are!"

I couldn't tear my eyes away, even if I'd wanted to. Her cute patch of pubic hair was manicured into a perfect upside-down triangle, pointing down at her pussy like an arrow.

"Well, what do you think?" she asked me cutely. "Is this what you imagined your mother's pussy would look like?"

"Are you kidding!" I swallowed the lump in my throat. "It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," I muttered, hypnotized by the fleshy folds framing her beautiful pink hole.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps and flicked my eyes up, catching Dad strolling back towards us. He was already almost to the dock, swinging the bucket in his hand.

"Dad's coming!" I warned her.

"Follow my lead," she instructed, then stood up, making the hem of her dress magically fall back into place, like nothing had even happened. She winked at me, then narrowed her eyes for a harsh reprimand. "You know that thing I just showed you?" she scowled in mock anger.

I tried not to smile as I nodded obediently.

"Well, next time you make it as wet as you did last night, you're gonna take care of it yourself!" she scolded, just as Dad was approaching behind her. "Do I make myself clear?"

"Everything okay?" Dad asked, after catching the tail end of my ass chewing. He cautiously tiptoe'd past us. "Anything I need to be concerned about?"

"No, everything's fine," Mom softened. "Danny and I were just having a little chat, weren't we, son?"

"Yep."

Dad looked back and forth between us. "Anything I need to be concerned about?" he repeated.

Mom's smile returned. "No, honey, just silly mother-son stuff. I'll spare you the details."

"Oh," Dad chuckled. "Thanks!"

Mom walked up to him and placed a loving hand upon his cheek. "Dinner will be ready in about an hour. Don't be late!" she said, then turned and sashayed back to the cabin.

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After dinner that evening, Mom, Molly and I couldn't return to the hot tub fast enough, and It didn't take us long before we allowed our truth or dare game to turn naughty again.

"C'mon, Molly, better blackmail me about this forever!" I whined, after having just revealed a very embarrassing truth about myself.

I could tell she wanted to say that she would, but instead she glared her squinty eyes at me. "Fine! I won't, as long as you promise not to blackmail me about everything that you saw yesterday..."

For a moment I was unsure what she was referring to, but then it clicked in my head- The Dildo! "Oh yeah! Okay. Deal!" I chuckled, then we shook on it.

Mom glanced back and forth between Molly and I. "What exactly are you two hiding?"

Molly decided to come clean and told Mom EVERYTHING. She told her about how I had tripped on the ladder, causing her handbag to fly open and the dildo landing in the middle of the room, and then she told Mom about how she'd used it in bed that same night.

"Let me guess, the dildo was pink?" Mom questioned, knowingly.

Molly's eyes widened

"About seven inches long," Mom continued, "sits under your socks in your top dresser drawer?"

"God, Mom! You knew about it?"

"Of course I knew about it!" Mom laughed. "Who else do you think washes, folds, and puts away your laundry, little girl?"

Molly buried her face in her hands. "I can't believe you knew abut it this whole time!"

Mom giggled. "It's cute how you and your brother both think you're so sneaky, with your little treasures hidden in your rooms."

"It's embarrassing!" Molly cried.

"Why is that embarrassing?" Mom dismissed, "It's just a dildo. I have one too you know!"

"YOU DO?"

"Of course!" Mom shrugged, as if owning a dildo was as normal as owning a car. "And I even brought mine on vacation with me, too."

"No way! Did you really?" Molly exclaimed. "You actually have it HERE, in the cabin?"

"Uh-huh," Mom giggled.

"No you don't," Molly said in disbelief. "I dare you to go get it then!"

"Um, you didn't even ask me truth or dare, what if I wanted to say truth?"

Technically it was my turn to be asking someone truth or dare, but I also wanted to see how this played out, so I kept my mouth shut.

"Fine. Truth or dare?" Molly asked Mom.

"Dare!" Mom answered, already climbing out of the tub. She flashed us a wink before sashaying away.

I'm not sure if it was the wine or not, but her bodacious ass definitely had a flirtatious sway to it as it disappeared through the sliding glass door.

"Okay, who was that woman, and what did she do with our mother?" Molly asked, snapping me back to reality

"I was about to ask you the same question," I said before draining what was left of my beer.

"BUBBLES!" Molly and I shouted only a moment later as we heard Mom returning from the cabin.

Mom quickly reset the bubbles then trotted up to my side of the tub. "Here," she said, offering me a fresh beer.

I smiled and thanked her.

"Oh my God!" cried a wide-eyed Molly as she noticed the big black dildo in Mom's opposite hand. "You were actually serious!"

"What, did you think I was lying?" Mom laughed, then held the dildo by the base and pointed it at Molly like a magic wand. "You're not the only one around here with a fun little toy, Missy!"

"Jesus!" Molly gasped, gawking straight down the barrel of the thick rubber shaft. "I definitely wouldn't call yours little! How big around is that damn thing?"

"Big enough," Mom said proudly. "Let's just say, it gets the job done."

"I'm sure it does!" Molly blurted out, staring in awe.

"Here, check it out," Mom said, actually handing it over to Molly.

Molly willingly grabbed it and was shocked by the mass of rubber suddenly weighing her hand down. "Dang! It's kinda heavy!"

"Thanks," Mom said. "It's nine inches long, to be exact."

I'm no expert on dildos, but it didn't look overly huge to me. It looked about the size you'd think a dildo should be, although, It did look a lot bigger than the glimpse I got of Molly's pink one the day before, which is why I assumed Molly was so wide-eyed over it.

Molly twisted the toy this way and that way, studying it from all angles. "Gosh, Mom, this things a monster compared to mine!" she said, holding it out at an arms length, admiring it with dreamy eyes.

"Well, before you go falling in love with it, let me show you what it can do first."

Molly reluctantly handed it back over to Mom.

"See this little button here on the bottom?" Mom asked, after flipping the dildo upside down so that the mushroom-head was pointing down at the water.

Molly saw the little grey button and nodded.

"Watch this," Mom said, pressing the button. The rubber suddenly came to life, making a bzzzz sound.

"No way!" Molly exclaimed. "It's even a vibrator!"

"Not only that," Mom said, then pressed the button a second time, making the vibration intensify to the next speed. "It's a multi-speed vibrator."

"Wow! Thats so cool!"

"Now watch this," Mom continued, pushing the button a third time, making the vibration intensify to its third and highest speed.

I was quite entertained watching Mom giving her best sales pitch, and watching Molly totally buy into it. "Gosh, Mom, mine sucks compared to yours," Molly voiced, with dreamy eyes.

Mom then lowered her hand until the full length of the rubber shaft was submerged under the water. The intense vibration caused a little ripple effect to form around it. "It's even waterproof, so I can use it in the shower," she added, unknowingly putting a forbidden image into my perverted mind.
That was the last straw for Molly. "Alright, that settles it, I'm definitely getting myself one of these as soon as we get back home!"

Showing off now, Mom submerged the dildo two feet under the water, then let go of it.

The Dildo slowly floated up and broke the surface of the water. The vibration acted as a little motor, making it cruise around in a semicircle, like a toy boat.

Molly immediately snatched it up for a more thorough, hands-on inspection. Right away, she giggled at the way it vibrated her whole hand. "Gosh, Mom, this vibration is no joke!"

"That's the maximum vibration, though," Mom explained, "which is a little too much for my liking."

Molly clicked the button on the bottom and the buzzing abruptly stopped. She clicked it again, and the dildo came back to life, vibrating weakly. She clicked it once more, and the vibration intensified to its medium setting. "I think I'd like this speed the best," she said.

"That's my favorite too," Mom agreed.

Molly clicked the button again and giggled as the toy reached its maximum vibration. She brought the toy to her chest and held it firmly against her sternum, breathing out an "Ahhhhhhhhhhh" sound. Her voice sounded raspy like she was talking into a fan.

I couldn't believe Molly was openly playing with our Mother's dildo right in front of us.

"Luuuuke-I-am-your-faaatherrr..." Molly joked.

Mom cracked a smile. "Are we having fun over there, Darth Vader?"

Molly giggled, then pointed a finger up into the night sky, saying "EeeeeeTeee-phooone-hooome."

"Don't get too carried away, young lady. You don't wanna wear out my batteries before I even get a chance to play with it."

"Sooorrrry" came Molly's drawn-out, robotic voice, before saying "Are you gonna tell me where you got this thing, or what?"

Mom smiled inwardly. "Are you sure you want to know?"

Molly pulled the toy away from her chest and shut the vibration off. "Hell yeah I wanna know."

"I custom ordered it online," Mom began.

"Wait, you custom ordered it? What do you mean, like, you picked the color?"

"And the size," Mom smiled. "I customized it to be those exact measurements."

"No way, I didn't even know you could do something like that," Molly said, once again admiring the dildo from an arms length, appreciating Mom's good taste.

"It was actually an idea that your father came up with years ago."

"Wait, this was Dad's idea?" Molly questioned, her interest officially piqued. "Okay now I gotta hear this!"

"I'm sure you don't want to know the whole story," Mom assured her.

"Yes I do!"

Mom took a breath, looking back and forth between Molly and I. "If I tell you guys, you have to promise me you'll keep this a secret," she said, pausing long enough to get a nod from both Molly and I. "I'm serious! Whatever is said in this hot tub tonight, stays in this hot tub, got it?"

"Deal," Molly and I promised.

Mom topped off her wine glass before telling us the unique story of how she ended up with a big black dildo, and why it was such a secret. She began with some back story, informing us that she has, and always has had, a higher sex drive than our father. She told us that she tends to go without sex more often than she prefers. Apparently Dad's solution to that problem was for Mom to buy a dildo the same size as his penis for the nights he wasn't feeling up for it. Mom admitted that she actually liked the idea, so she turned to the internet for help and stumbled upon an adult novelty website where they make custom replicas of any penis. She said that her and Dad took a series of measurements of his erection, then after entering the measurements into the website, the replica showed up on our front doorstep about two weeks later.

"Wait." Molly's eyes got big. "So, you're telling me that this thing is the exact same size as Dad's-"

"Yep!" Mom cut her off with a proud smile.

"Oh My God! Dads got a big dick!" Molly exclaimed, then instantly realized how naughty that sounded. "I mean, um," she quickly tried back peddling, "I didn't mean it like that!"

"Yes you did," Mom laughed.

"I mean...I did, but...UGH! I can't believe I just said that about Dad!"

"Well it's not like you said anything that wasn't true," Mom said in a laughing voice. "And luckily for me, he does have a big dick."

"MOM!" Molly gasped. "That's not exactly something I'm not supposed to know about."

"Hey, you're the one who insisted on knowing the whole story."

"Well, yeah, but I didn't think you were going to say that," Molly giggled. "My gosh!"

"Well, you don't seem to be too freaked out by it," Mom teased her, seeing as Molly's hand was still wrapped around it.

Molly blushed a shade darker. "I'm just...impressed, is all," she admitted, then squeezed hard on the rubber shaft, failing to connect her finger and thumb all the way around the girth of it. "I literally can't even fit my hand around it."

"If I remember right, he's exactly six inches around or something?"

"Six inches!" Molly gasped. "That's insane."

"Tell me about it!" Mom laughed. "So, maybe now you won't give me anymore grief about being so loud on the other side of the wall."

"God, Mom!" Molly scoffed, shaking her head. "And here I thought this night couldn't get any weirder."

Just then, as if perfectly timed, the sliding glass door slid open and out stepped Dad. "How's it going out here," he asked us.

"BUBBLES!" Molly quickly shouted, as she threw her hands under the water.

Dad chuckled, then reset the dial switch, unknowingly hiding the rubber replica of his own dick under the bubbling surface of the water.

"We were just talking about you," Molly snickered.

Dad jokingly threw his hands up, "nothing bad I hope."

"Mom was just telling us about how you have a really, really big heart," Molly said, holding back a giggle, then said, "you know, with, like, setting this whole vacation up, and driving us here and everything."

"Well that's awfully nice of her to say," Dad said, smiling in Mom's direction. "Lets just hope our luck continues tomorrow and we can catch a bunch more fish like we did today."

"Is that all you think about, Dad, is fishing?"

"Pretty much," he chuckled, then through a yawn, said, "I just came out to tell you guys goodnight."

"Night, Dad," Molly and I said in unison.

"Night, dear," Mom told him, and he turned and went back inside. As soon as he was out of sight, Mom fed Molly a look. "A really big, heart?"

Molly just giggled. "Who's turn is it?" she asked, steering the conversation away from where it was headed.

"It's my turn," Mom answered, then said, "I chose you, Molly, Truth or dare?"

"Hmm." Molly thought for a moment, then brought the dildo out of the water. "Dare!"

"I dare you to lick the tip of that."

"Oh my God! You are such a perv, Mom!" Molly squawked at her, then looked at the dildo, then at Mom again, then at the dildo again. "Just the tip?" she clarified.

"Yep!"

"You would dare me to do this," she giggled as she lifted the mushroom-head to her lips and kissed it softly.

Watching her do this was highly erotic. She gave it another little kiss, then another, then another, dotting it with loving pecks. My own dick twitched underwater as I imagined what that would feel like. Next, she snaked the tip of her tongue out and tickled the side of the mushroom head. "Uhm," I accidentally muttered under my breath.

Mom also watched on, but with a naughty sense of maternal-pride. "Looks like you've done that before, Molly," she told her.

Molly pulled the dick away from her mouth and smirked at Mom. "Once or twice," she told her, with a mischievous undertone.

"I dare you to suck on it," Mom added.

Molly cocked her eyebrow. "For real?"

"Uh-huh. I know you won't actually do it though!"

That was all the peer pressure Molly needed. In one quick motion, she wrapped her lips around the bell shaped head and sucked it into her mouth. Three inches of black slippery rubber slid in with ease, fluffing her cheeks out. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.

Molly shifted her eyes up at Mom, as if to say "I told you I would suck on it." And to drive her point home, she started nursing on it like a pacifier. Her rosy cheeks caved in and out with every suck, causing sexy dimples to form under her cheekbones.

Any warm blooded male's dick would've throbbed watching this, so I didn't feel bad when mine did, underwater, for I was shocked by the amount of black slippery rubber filling her mouth. With every suck, I got to see a little bit more of it disappear behind her O-shaped lips.

Seconds later, the sound of the hot tub's jets abruptly stopped and the bubbling water started to calm. I peered down at the top of the water and could hear the foam start to sizzle itself away.

Mom was first to shout "NOT IT!"

Molly was quick on the draw, literally popping the dildo out of her mouth. "NOT IT!"

As the surface of the water calmed, everything slowly became visible, and the hot tub's florescent underwater lights were making everything in the water glow like a lighted fish tank.

I chuckled a bit nervously, covering my groin. "Um, I don't think I'm in any shape to be trotting around in front of you two right now..."

"Nope! No excuses," Molly protested, obviously not getting what I was hinting at.

Mom understand though. "Molly, I think you may have gotten him a little bit too excited," she giggled.

As the last of the foam dissipated, Molly peered down into the calm water and finally noticed my very obvious erection. "You have got to be kidding me," she laughed. "You would have a boner after all this."

Mom was quick to defend me. "Well, do you blame him? The way you sucked that thing, you about gave me a boner!"

"MOM!"

"Well, you did," Mom laughed.

Molly cocked an eyebrow. "I don't think I'm the only one to blame for that," she said, giving Mom a look. "You had a hand in that too you know?"

"Me?" Mom scoffed, leaning back with feigned Innocence. "What did I do?"

"Oh please, you've been teasing like crazy these last two days!" she said, then in a sarcastic, sing-song voice, she mocked one of Mom's famous lines- "According to all these articles on the internet, my oh-so-innocent son just loves the scent of my pussy on my pretty-panties!"

Mom couldn't help but giggle. "Oh c'mon! I did not say it like that!"

"Well, maybe not word for word, but you still said it!"

"Okay okay," Mom dismissed, then turned her attention to me, feeding me a silly smirk. "Boner or not, mister, you still have to reset the bubbles! Those are the rules!"

I sighed. "If you say so."

I hoisted myself up and out of the water, standing on the bench seat. I tried to make my erection less noticeable by hunching over and crisscrossing my thighs, but my loose swim trunks failed me.

Throwing caution to the wind, I climbed over the side of the tub and let my boner lead me to the dial switch. I dutifully cranked it back to start and heard the jets kick on in the water behind me.

When I turned around, I immediately got four eyeballs aimed straight at my crotch.

I laughed and looked down at myself. A sense of pride washed over me as I noticed how far my swim trunks had stuck out away from my crotch. With a bit of newfound pride, I strutted back to the tub and climbed into the water. I went to sit down, but Molly stopped me.

"Wait!" She ordered.

I froze in place, standing on my bench seat, my erection literally eye level to both her and Mom.

Molly curled her lips into a mischievous grin, and without missing a beat, she raised the dildo up out of the water and held it close to my circus tent. "Hmmm, I can't tell whose is bigger, Dad's or Danny's."

That got the desired reaction out of Mom. "OH MY GOSH, Molly!"

"What?" Molly giggled. "You can't tell me you've never wondered."

Mom's smile widened, as she was unable to deny the truth of that.

"What happens in the hot tub, stays in the hot tub, right, Mom?" Molly clarified.

Mom nodded suspiciously. "Yes...that's the agreement. Why?"

Molly removed the dildo from alongside my circus tent and handed it to Mom. "I dare you to pull Danny's trunks down and compare this to his dick."

"MOLLY!" gasped Mom, surprised by Molly's sudden boldness. "Not five minutes ago you got all freaked out knowing that this thing was the size of your father, and now-"

"I was not freaked out!" Molly cut her off. "I was just...surprised, was all."

"Uh-huh," Mom teased.

"I'm just curious," Molly giggled. "Don't pretend like you're not either!"

Mom showed no signs of disagreement. "Well, does Danny get a say in this?" she asked, shifting her eyes up at mine.

When I met eyes with her, I was already grinning from ear to ear, looking as pathetic as I felt I'm sure.

"You okay with this?" she asked me, smiling up at my undeniable look of excitement.

Whatever conscience I once had, went out the window. I nodded my head vigorously. "Yes, yes I am!"

The look in Mom's big beautiful brown eyes told me that she was equally okay with it. She laid the dildo in the water and let it float on the surface beside her as she reached up and hooked her fingers in the waistband of my trunks.

She looked up at me with a smile, and I returned her an encouraging nod.

Slowly, she pulled down on the front of my trunks, and the waistband ever-so-smoothly brushed along my dick until it sprang free, almost catching her in the chin.

"Holy shit!" she gasped, as my bouncing boner settled into a resting position no more than a foot from her face.

Molly excitedly slid off her bench seat and moved her face in next to Mom's. "Daaang! I guess you really are my BIG-bro!"

I couldn't help but chuckle with pride.

"It's beautiful!" Mom said with a wide smile.

Never in a million years did I ever think my mother and sister, the main characters in many of my jerk-off fantasies, would ever be telling me how beautiful my naked boner is. It was like a wet dream come true.

"Like father like son," Mom added, smiling up at me proudly. She then reached for my dick and gracefully curled her fingers around my girthy shaft.

The sudden touch felt so good that it made me weak in the knees and I about toppled over right on top of her.

"Easy there, big guy," she laughed, tightening her grip on my cock to help hold me steady. She giggled when she felt the responsive surge of blood pump into my cock, making it throb in her hand.

"Oh my God, Mom!" Molly exclaimed. "You weren't supposed to actually touch it!"

"Well, how else am I supposed to compare the two?" Mom asked, giving my cock a playful squeeze. "I must say, he certainly feels just as big as your father."

Both girls burst out laughing, as that was such a bizarre comment for a mother to say about her own son.

"Theres only one way to find out for sure," Molly giggled, gesturing down at the water, where an exact replica of Dad's dick floated on the surface between them. "Put that up next to it and let's see!"

Mom happily obliged, lifting the dildo up out of the water and placing it perpendicular alongside my erection.

The instant feeling of warm rubber against my sensitive skin felt lovely!

"No way!" Molly giggled. "They're the exact same size!"

Looking down, I had a bird's-eye view of the comparison and realized she was right, I was identical to Dad, both in length and in girth.

"They sure are!" Mom said, giving me one last playful squeeze before releasing her grip and pulling her hand away. "Here, Molly, you take this one," she said, handing the dildo back over to her.

"Thanks!" Molly willingly accepted it. She then turned and crawled back onto her bench seat.

As Molly's back was turned, Mom hurriedly reached for my dick and grasped onto it. She quickly fed me the universal 'shh' sign, as she gently tugged on it like a leash, pulling me into a seated position next to her.

At this point, I was almost certain that I'd died and gone to heaven. I looked up at Molly, who had just reclaimed her seat. She was paying us no attention, oblivious to what had just happened. She was fidgeting with her new favorite toy, cycling through the various vibration speeds.

"Molly!" Mom snapped, getting her attention.

Molly's head shot up.

"Truth or dare?" Mom grinned at her, secretly stroking my underwater-erection, her antics hidden by the bubbly surface.

"Oh!" giggled an oblivious Molly. "Umm...truth this time."

Mom's stroking hand slowed while she thought of something good to ask her.

I felt unbelievably naughty allowing Mom to do this only four feet away from my sister, but it felt too amazing to actually want her to stop.

Mom soon thought of an idea. "Okay, Molly, so you know how you kept going on and on about getting yourself a new toy like that when we get back home?" Mom asked her, putting a devilish plan into motion.

"Uh-huh," Molly nodded, taking the bait.

"Well, how would you feel about taking mine to bed with you tonight? That way you could see if you even like it before you spend a bunch of money on your own."

"Seriously!" Molly exclaimed, pulling the dildo to her chest as if it were a teddy bear. "You'd actually let me borrow it?"

"Sure!" Mom giggled. "As long as you promise to give it back."

That was all the permission Molly needed. "Welp, I'm off to bed," she said, exaggerating a fake yawn before climbing out of the tub. She wrapped herself in a towel, then fed us a cheeky smile. "So, like, are you guys going to stay out here for awhile, or..."

Mom fed her a knowing smile before turning to me. "What do you say, sweetie? Should we stay out here and give your sis some alone time?"

"Mmm, yes," I agreed, trying not to moan as she stroked me underwater, "these jets feel too good to leave now!"

Mom turned to Molly. "We'll be fine out here, sweetie, go have fun."

Molly didn't need to be told twice! She excitedly skipped into the cabin with her new friend in tow.

As soon as I heard the door click shut I let out a suppressed moan. "OH God that feels good!"

Mom giggled proudly. "The jets feel that good huh?"

"You have no idea! Are you sure about all this?"

"It's only fair," she said, giving my dick a playful squeeze.

"Mmm...that feels so good when you do that."

"Yeah? How about this?" She stroked her hand up, grasping just below my sensitive mushroom-head, then circled her thumb around my spongy pee slit. "Does that feel good too?"

"Mmmm!" My eyes rolled back in my skull.

She giggled. "I'll take that as a yes?"

"It feels incredible!"

She smiled salaciously, no longer hiding her horniness. "Stand up and show it to me again, please? I dare you to."

"Are you sure about this?" I asked.

"What, we're just fooling around a little."

"Well, what about Dad?"

"What about him," she giggled. "I'm certainly not going to tell him. Are you?"

"No," I grinned.

"Just relax. What happens in the hot tub, stays in the hot tub, remember?"

I nodded.

She let go of my underwater-erection and reached behind me, patting her hand on the shelved rim of the tub. "Sit up here and show it to me, please, don't make me beg."

With renewed bravery, I hoisted myself up and back, making my dick emerge from the water like a submarine. I planted my bare ass on the flat rim of the tub.

"Mmm," Mom wet her lips, eying my dick like a juicy piece of meat. "I seriously can't get over how big you've gotten!"

She reached for my trunks and tugged them down my legs before tossing them onto the deck.

"Thanks," I smiled, and just then, My PC muscle involuntarily flexed, making my boner do a bouncy bounce.

She giggled. "Showing off are we?"

"It does that when it get's excited," I grinned, then purposely flexed it again, making it bounce. "Feel free to hold it steady."
She giggled, spreading my legs apart and moving in close. She wrapped her fingers around my bouncing dick and began a soft, sensual hand job. "That better?" she asked cutely.

'Better' was an understatement. What she was doing felt out of this world. "Oh, mom, you have no idea!"

"I think I have a little bit of an Idea," she teased, gliding her soft hand up my throbbing boner. "Just relax and let momma take care of this for once."

"Oh God, Mom! You're so damn sexy!" I said out loud for the first time in my entire life. It felt so wrong and so right at the same time.

"Sexy huh?" she smiled flirtatiously. "How do I know you're not just saying that because I have my fingers sliding up and down your big fat boner?"

"Oh god I love that!" I could literally feel my balls begin to tighten as she talked dirty to me.

"I've always thought you were sexy, mom!"

"You have, have you?" She pretended like she didn't know. "Is that why you sniffed my panties, you naughty boy, because you think I'm sexy? You like me talking dirty to you, don't you?"

I could feel the cum in my balls begin to boil. I wasn't sure how much longer I could last.

"Oh! I love it!" I whimpered. I could literally feel the cum in my balls begin to boil. I wasn't sure how much longer I could last.

"Can I tell you a secret?"

"Mmm-hm, what?"

She pursed her lips together into a pouty-face. "My pretty-pink-pussy gets so wet every time I find my stolen panties!"

"Oh god! I love your panties!"

"Uh-huh," she smiled encouragingly. "I know you do, baby!"

"Oh fuck, Mom, you're gonna make me cum!"

"Do it, baby!" She cheered me on. "Cum for me! Mmm yeah, cum for your mother!"

"Nghhh," I tensed up. "Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum!"

"Oh yes, baby! Cum for mommy! I want you to. I wanna see it!"

"OHHH fuuuucK!" A giant rope of cum shot out of me like a rocket, sailing into the air, splashing against her shoulder.

"Oh yes! Cum all over me baby!" she cheered me on, then a second rope shot out, landing in her cleavage. "Mmmm just like that."

My whole body convulsed, slowly coming down from the best orgasm I'd ever had.

"That was so sexy," she giggled, letting the little ropes of my jizz ooze out from my pee slit and glaze her hand. She then squeezed her fingers up my softening boner, milking the remaining cum out of it as if it were a tube of yogurt.

My head was spinning in ecstasy.

"I bet you never expected our family vacation to go like this, did you?" she asked, bringing her gooey hand to her mouth.

I watched as she made a show of eating my cum off of it, licking the web between her thumb and index finger.

Chapter 3 coming soon.
Lake Timberland Ch. 03
The hot tub gets a few degrees hotter!
DAY THREE


The next morning, the fish must've been interested in anything but our hooks because neither Dad, nor I, had yet to feel a single bite, which left me alone with my wild thoughts.

I couldn't stop thinking about my alone time with Mom in the hot tub, how naughty she'd been with me. Every time I closed my eyes, I envisioned her sliding her hand up and down my throbbing boner- "Mmm, cum for mommy," her sexy voice would ring in my ear.

A part of me wondered if this was all just a dream. After all, I'd never seen this side of her before. Then I remembered all the wine she'd drank and asked myself, 'Was she just drunk? Had I taken advantage of my drunken mother?'

As I let the guilt of that set in, another memory surfaced- "Mmm, that's it baby! Cum all over mommy."

The sudden memory left me feeling like such a sleaze bag. Playing show and tell with her was one thing, but letting her give me a drunken hand job was another thing entirely. I knew that If she were sober, she would've never done anything like that...or so I thought.

The loud tone of my cellphone pinged, snapping me out of my trance. I pulled it out of my pocket, expecting my temporary dream-world to all come crashing down.

MOM

Morning stud 😉

It's funny how two simple words can suddenly put all your fears to rest. Clearly she hadn't woken up with regret like I'd feared! I excitedly typed her a charming reply.

DANNY

Morning beautiful! How'd you sleep?

I pictured her smiling as she read what I wrote, and her response was almost instant.

MOM

Aww. I slept like a baby. I'm just getting ready to jump in the shower now lol

With a big helpless grin on my face, I began fantasizing about her in the shower, imagining myself sneaking into the bathroom behind her. "Mmm," I would murmur, letting my presence be known.

She'd smiled over her shoulder at me. "Morning stud! When'd you get in here?"

"Just now," I answered, mesmerized by her naked backside, as she glided her soapy hands all around her body.

"Took you long enough," she teased.

My leering eyes dropped to her magnificent ass lathered in suds. "You seriously have the nicest ass, Mom!"

"Aww, thank you baby!" She reached down and grasped the swells of her soapy cheeks, jiggling them in her hands for me. "You really think so?"

"What's got you so smiley?" came Dad's voice, snapping me from my trance.

"Nothing!" I frantically shook the dirty thought from my head and regained my composure. I noticed his chair had turned in my direction and he was feeding me an off look.

"You were sitting there smiling like you won the damn lottery or something," he chuckled.

"Oh, uh, was I?"

He cocked an eyebrow with a knowing smirk. "You were day dreaming about some girl weren't you?"

Obviously I couldn't tell him who, but I thought I could maybe skirt the truth a little. "Yeah," I sighed, "a girl I just recently started talking to, actually."

"Well I guess that explains why you've been so attached to that damn phone the past couple days."

I glanced down at my phone lying in my lap. "Yeah I guess I've been texting her a lot lately."

"How long have you been seeing this one?" he asked, genuinely curious.

"Um...a few months," I lied.

"Months?" He seemed surprised. "Does this mean you might actually be bringing a girl home for your mother and I to meet?"

I chuckled lightly. "No, Dad, not this girl."

"No? Why not?"

I chose my next words carefully, trying not to say too much. "Well...she's a bit older than me for one," I began, offering him only a sliver of the truth.

He cocked an eyebrow. "How much older?"

"Um...let's just say older," I chuckled.

"Anyway, this is nothing more than us just having a little fun."

"Just having a little fun, huh?" he smirked, reaching down for a couple beers from the cooler by his feet. He handed me one, then held his up for a cheers. "No harm in having a little fun I guess!"

I almost felt guilty as we clinked our cans together. Dad took a healthy swig from his, then swiveled his chair to face the water again.

DANNY

I just had the best day dream about you.

Her response came a few minutes later.

MOM

Oh yeah? What kinda day dream?

DANNY

The kind where you let me watch you take a shower

MOM

Those are the best kind of day dreams 😜

DANNY

It was indeed 😄

MOM

Well, don't think about it too hard. You wouldn't wanna give yourself a boner out there!

DANNY

You say that as if I haven't been hard for you all day lol

Feeling brave, I glanced up at Dad to make sure he wasn't looking, which he wasn't, so I quickly snapped a picture of the bulge in my shorts, then pressed send and my heart began racing.

MOM

Mmm! 🤤 Now I dare you to send me an actual pic of it lol

I glanced up and saw that Dad was still paying me no attention, so I slowly tugged the elastic waistband of my shorts down until my boner sprung free. I snapped a quick picture of it, then hit send.

MOM

OMG 😃 You're so naughty! I wasn't actually serious haha

Sitting there with my dick hanging out was kind of a rush, especially with Dad sitting only five feet in front of me. He was clueless as could be, of course, still facing the water and whistling along to the birds.

DANNY

I must say, It does feel kinda good having him out in the sun for a change 😎

MOM

I bet it does. Just don't let him get sunburned, plz, he's got a big week ahead of him 😉

I started typing an excited reply when suddenly, Dad's hook-set required my immediate attention.

"Quick, Danny, grab the net!" he shouted.

I barely got my dick tucked back into my shorts before he turned around and fed me a look of urgency.

"C'mon, Danny, put the phone down!" he scolded. "Grab the net!"

I threw my phone aside and hurriedly grabbed the net, then dipped it into the water, scooping up another huge lake trout.

"Hell yes!" Dad gloated, smiling from ear to ear.

We celebrated over another round of beers, enjoying the adrenaline rush while it lasted. It wasn't until fifteen minutes later when he finally turned around and I was able to text Mom again.

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We opted to eat dinner out on the deck that evening, where we each took a seat round the four-sided patio table. To my delight, Mom had cooked my favorite dish- her signature meatloaf. After not eating all day, I was famished. I scarfed my food down like an uncivilized caveman. Dad even had to remind me to "breathe" a couple times between mouthfuls of food.

As a result, I was the first to be done eating, so I pushed my plate aside and relaxed in my chair, taking a moment to enjoy the beautiful sights and sounds surrounding our cabin.

Mom looked over at me and noticed my head on a swivel. "Remember when we used to camp down there?" she asked, pointing at a small grassy area about fifty yards off the back of the deck.

I looked in the direction she was pointing. There was a small patch of grass carpeting a section of forest floor that was otherwise covered in dense timber. It looked like the perfect little place for a camp site. I couldn't remember ever having camped there, or anywhere else for that matter.

"Wait, we used to camp?" Molly questioned, stealing the words from my mouth.

"We sure did!" Mom smiled at her. "Believe it or not, we used to be quite the adventurers down there. We'd set up a tent, build a fire, roast marshmallows, the whole nine yards."

"What about the cabin?" Molly asked.

"Well, we still had the cabin, of course. We needed it for cooking and showers and all that, but sometimes at night, we'd sleep in a tent right down there," she explained, pointing at the spot again. "It was wonderful."

"I don't know if I'd call it wonderful," Dad countered, remembering the event in a different light.

"Oh it wasn't that bad," Mom countered back. "So maybe we had that one rough night..."

Dad chuckled, reflecting back on the night she was referring to. "You were just a baby, Molly," he told her. "You kept us up all night with your constant fussing. Let's just say you wanted absolutely nothing to do with sleeping in a stuffy tent. So, after a few miserable nights of your fussing, I decided we were done sleeping on the ground forever, and we've been sleeping in the cabin ever since."

"Wow, I don't remember any of that," Molly said.

"Of course you don't, you were just a baby," Mom reminded her, then peered over at Dad. "What happened to all that old camping gear anyway?"

"As far as I know, it's still in the shed out front," he answered, pointing a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the shed.

"Really?" Mom perked up. "I figured that stuff was gone forever," she said, with a thoughtful look in her eye, as If the wheels were turning in her head. "Wouldn't it be so fun to dig all that out again, and just like, you know, use it one last time, for old times sake?"

Dad chuckled at the impracticality of tent camping nowadays. "And do what? Run an extension cord all the way through the forest just so I can breathe at night?"

"Oh that's right," Mom sighed, remembering Dad's recent diagnosis of sleep apnea and the noisy machine she was still getting used to sleeping next to. She thought for a moment, then quickly perked back up with a solution. "Well, here's an idea- What if just the kids and I slept out there? That way you wouldn't even have to worry about it. You wouldn't mind, would you?"

"Knock yourselves out," Dad chuckled.

"I don't know, Mom," Molly began with reluctance. "I think I'm gonna have to agree with dad on this one. Sleeping on the ground doesn't exactly sound like a good time."

"Oh c'mon!" Mom pleaded. "Where's your sense of adventure?"

"In there," Molly snickered, pointing at the sliding glass door to the cabin. "With my warm bed, and no bugs."

We all laughed, then Mom looked over at me with puppy-dog eyes. "You wouldn't be afraid to sleep on the ground with me, too, would you?"

Sleeping on the ground would be a small price to pay if it meant sleeping next to her all night! Hell, I'd sleep on a bed of hot coals if it got me next to her all night, in a secluded tent, all by ourselves. Not a chance I was going to let that opportunity slip away.

"Sure, why not," I shrugged, doing my best to contain my true excitement.

"Really?" Her face lit up, smiling ear to ear. "You really would?"

It was hard not to smile at her. "Sure," I shrugged. "Sounds fun."

"It's settled then," Mom announced to the group. "Danny and I will set up our camp tomorrow morning, and-"

"Whoa whoa whoa," Dad cut her off. "What happened to Danny and I going fishing in the morning?"

"So take Molly," Mom suggested.

Dad tried not to look defeated as he glanced over at Molly, then back at Mom.

"Oh don't give me that look!" Mom warned him. "It wouldn't hurt you to spend some quality time with your daughter for once. It's only a few more months till she moves half way across the country."

Dad loved Molly dearly, of course, but the idea of untangling her fishing line and baiting her hook all day, probably didn't sound like the fun day he'd had planned.

"Don't worry, Dad, I won't even fish," Molly assured him, as if reading his mind. "I'll just sit back and work on my tan."

"I'll even let you borrow my new bikini!" Mom quickly added.

"Ooh that would be perfect, actually. Thanks, Mom!"

Dad appeared to be doing a flashback of Mom's skimpy bikini that he told her not to buy. "I don't think so!" he said firmly.

"What, why not?" Molly frowned.

Mom gave Dad a tame look. "Honey, you can't expect her to sunbathe in a turtleneck her whole life."

"There's a big difference between a turtleneck, and that damn bikini!"

"Calm down," Mom told him softly. "Molly's an adult now, I think it's time we start treating her like one."

"I'm not going to let her prance around here in next to nothing!"

Mom took a breath and tried reasoning with him. "Listen, I know you think that bikini was a little revealing, which maybe it was, a little, but that's what all the girls are wearing these days."

"They are not!" Dad argued.

"Apparently you haven't been to the beach in awhile," Mom told him. "Trust me, skimpy is in right now. And If you thought the bikini I bought was telling, you should've seen some of the other swim suits we found at the mall yesterday."

Dad seemed to be at a loss for words.

"Ever heard of a Micro-Kini?" Mom asked him.

He shook his head.

"It's where the crotch barely covers anything up front, and just a teeny-tiny triangle is all that covers anything."

Dad remained speechless, clearly fighting a losing battle.

"Or better yet," Mom continued, with more fire power, "Molly could just wear a thong bikini. There was no shortage of those at the mall, was there Molly?"

"No," Molly giggled.

"I'm sure her booty would get a real nice tan in something like that," Mom joked. "Wouldn't it Molly?"

"Okay okay!" Dad got the point. "Fine! She can wear your bikini," he gave in, saying whatever he had to to change the subject. He looked over at Molly. "Just promise me you won't spend all day on your phone like lover boy over there."

Mom shot me a coy smile. "Lover boy? What's this about?"

"He spent the whole day on his phone," Dad told her, "texting some girl, an older woman he says."

"Hey, it wasn't the whole day!" I argued, half-heartedly.

Dad gave me a funny look. "Pretty much!"

"Do I sense something blossoming?" Mom asked me.

I couldn't help but smile back at her.

"He claims it's nothing serious, though," Dad continued. "Says they're just having a little fun, whatever that means. All I know is, he's had that cocky grin on his face all day."

Mom laughed cutely. "Just having fun huh? What kind of fun?"

I smiled wider than I should've. "Oh you know, endless flirting, dirty pictures...nothing too naughty, yet."

Mom giggled. "Oh I know how older women are these days. I'm sure you're in for a wild ride!"

"Okay okay, I don't think we need to get too far into Danny's personal life," Dad half-chuckled, clearly growing uncomfortable with the conversation.

"Well you're the one that brought it up," Mom giggled.

Molly must've put two and two together, because she then joined in on the inappropriate table talk. "Is she hot?" she asked me.

"Oh god yeah! She's gorgeous!"

"What's her best feature," Molly asked, obviously trying to get a rise out of Dad, "her tits, or her ass?"

"Alright, that's enough!" Dad demanded, then shot Mom a look for some parental assistance.

I think Mom knew this was getting out of hand because she simply nodded, then made a gesture at the hot tub. "Anyone up for a soak after dinner?"

"I am!" Molly chirped, making Mom smile.

"Count me out again," Dad yawned, leaning back in his chair. "I'm gonna need a full nights rest if I plan on being out in the sun all day again tomorrow."

"What time are we leaving in the morning?" Molly asked him.

Dad was a man of structure who liked to stay on a tight schedule. "Six o'clock sharp," he answered her.

"Ugh," Molly groaned. "You might have to drag me out of bed then."

"I will if I have to," Dad chuckled, making the rest of us laugh along.

We sat there for another half an hour or so, reminiscing on years past. There was no shortage of laughter as we all took turns teasing each other around the table. Dad was the first to retire into the cabin for the night, saying he needed to shower before bed. The girls were next, while I offered to clean up the supper mess and meet them out in the hot tub. Within minutes, I had the table cleared and my trunks on, ready for the adventure awaiting my arrival.

"BUBBLES!" the girls shouted as I emerged from the cabin, stepping out onto the deck.

I was happy to see them already in a playful mood, as if they were ready to pick up right where we left off the night before. I happily reset the bubbles and walked over to the edge of the tub, where both girls had already reclaimed their seats from the night before.

"Is Dad in bed already?" Mom asked me.

"Yeah he just laid down," I told her, as I climbed into the water and reclaimed my seat next to her, and to my delight, she was wearing the same sexy red bikini that she'd worn the previous two nights.

"Thirsty?" she asked me, handing me a cold beer.

"Thanks!" I said as I accepted it with a smile, then cracked it open.

Mom held her wine glass up for a toast. "I know we're being naughty out here, but I really am enjoying all this time spent with you two. I haven't stopped smiling since we got here."

"Speaking of last night," Molly said, smirking at both Mom and I. "What the hell happened after I left you two alone out here?"

Mom cracked a guilty little smile. "What makes you think anything happened?"

"Oh please! It's been written all over your face since the moment you woke up this morning!"

Mom giggled. "Can't I just be in a good mood?"

"I don't know, you two seemed awfully flirty and dinner tonight..."

Mom shrugged, unable to wipe the guilty smile off her face.

"Truth or dare?" Molly asked her, getting right into it.

"Um...truth I suppose."

"Tell me what happened. And don't say nothing, because I know you guys did something."

Mom sighed. "I gave Danny a hand job," she boldly admitted, with no shame whatsoever.

"I knew it!" Molly cried triumphantly. "I knew you two did something naughty out here!"

Mom threw her hands up. "Hey, what happens in the hot tub, stays in the hot tub!"

Molly giggled, shaking her head at us. She then focused all her attention on me. "Well, how was it?"

"Incredible!" I said with a smile.

Molly teasingly shook her head at us again. "Gosh! You two are so bad!"

"Well, what happened with you, miss innocent?" Mom insisted, throwing Molly in the hot seat. "After you and your little friend left us last night, what'd you do?"

Molly blushed with embarrassment, because it was obvious what she'd done with Mom's toy. "What makes you think I did anything?" she asked, mockingly.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe it was the way you zipped out of here carrying a big black dildo in your hand?"

Molly blushed a shade darker. "Don't make me say it out loud!" she whined. "I think we all know what happened..."

Mom smirked. "Well, we want to hear it from you."

"Ugh! You're awful!" Molly giggled. "Fine, I masturbated, is that what you want to hear? I went upstairs, I got naked, and I fucked myself with your big black dildo!"

"I knew it!" Mom triumphantly mimicked, and Molly actually giggled at that. "Was it weird?" Mom then asked her.

"Um, no," Molly answered. "Why would it be weird?"

"You know," Mom said, tilting her head in the direction of the cabin, where Dad was inside sleeping. "Because of who the dildo was inspired by."

"Ohhh that," Molly blushed, then tilted her head cheekily. "I actually already answered your truth, so I don't have to answer anymore of your questions."

"Fair enough," Mom giggled, letting her off easy.

I knew Molly was only temporarily off the hook. One way or another, this topic was going to get brought back up again.

Molly directed her attention at me with a cute smile. "Danny, truth or dare?"

At this point there was almost nothing I wouldn't do. My modesty was completely gone! To be honest, I was actually hoping for a dare that would result in me getting naked again. "Dare," I answered with a confident smile.

Molly smiled coyly, then giggled first at Mom, then at me. "I dare you to spank Mom's ass for being so naughty with you last night."
"Wait, how did I get roped into this dare?" Mom asked.

"Oh don't act like you don't want this!"

Mom couldn't argue with that. She stood up, turned around, and cat crawled onto the bench, placing her bikini clad ass just above the water surface. She reached back and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her bikini bottoms. "Should I leave these up, or go bare-ass?"

Molly hadn't even considered this. "Definitely bare-ass!" she answered.

Mom teasingly rolled her bikini bottoms down her soft skin until they roped around the bottom swells of her ass cheeks like a lasso. "Like this?" she asked, wiggling her fully exposed butt side to side, causing her cheeks to slightly part for a split second glimpse at her tightly puckered asshole.

"Yeah," Molly giggled, playing peekaboo with the same forbidden hole that I was.

"How many spanks am I supposed to give her?" I asked with an excited grin.

"Um...just one will do."

"That's all!?" Mom fussed, clearly fishing for a more severe punishment.

Molly got the hint and played along. "You're right, a hand job is pretty naughty isn't it? Better make it two spanks. Now bend over, young lady!"

Mom giggled, obediently assuming the position, bending over until her tits squished against the shelved rim of the hot tub. As a result, her ass cheeks spread apart, blessing me with an unobstructed view at her beautiful puckered asshole.

"Make that three spanks!" Molly decided.

"What? Why three now?" Mom whined, not that she actually minded.

"Two spanks for the hand job you gave him last night, and one more for showing him your butthole right now."

"Ohh," Mom giggled. "I suppose that's fair. Would now be a good time to tell you I showed him my pussy too?"

"WHAT?" Molly cried. "When?"

"On the dock yesterday," Mom said, smiling.

"Wow! You really are a little trouble maker!" Molly said, teasingly. "Make that four spanks then!"

We all laughed.

I couldn't believe I was actually about to touch my Mother's bare-ass, talk about another wet dream come true. I raised my hand out of the water and brought it close to my target.

"Ready?" I asked her.

Mom looked back at me with a bright smile. "Yep!"

I smiled, then lightly swat my hand against her cheek.

"Oh c'mon!" Molly scoffed. "You call that a spank?"

"You can do it harder, sweetie, you're not going to break me."

"Yeah that one doesn't even count," Molly ruled. "You have to actually spank her for it to count!"

"Okay," I accepted, then raised my hand for another try. This time I spanked a little harder.

Mom giggled at the contact, so I felt comfortable enough to leave my hand on her ass for a few seconds, rather than just quickly pulling it away. I loved the feeling of her soft skin under my fingers.

"Okay that one counts...barely," Molly warned me, "but you have to actually put a little more force behind these next few slaps, or else they won't count."

I nodded, then raised my hand for another spank. This time I spanked with a little more force, and the sound of Mom's yelp echoed in the air, which made me quickly lean in close to her. "You okay?" I asked her in a worried tone.

She smiled at me sweetly. "Trust me, baby, I'm fine."

"Oh okay." I grinned, then sat back up. That's when I realized my hand was still on her ass. I was instinctively rubbing her where I thought I'd hurt her. Since she didn't seem to mind, I kept it there.

"That's two spanks done, two to go," Molly ruled, acting high and mighty with power.

I reluctantly removed my hand off Mom's soft ass, then noticed the red spot that I'd left. I decided I better do these next two slaps on the opposite cheek to even things out. I pulled my hand away, then swat her again, making an audible SMACK!

Mom yelped, but quickly followed it up with an "Mmm."

"See, I told you she'd like it," Molly giggled.

I then rose my hand for another SMACK, and my fingers actually molded to the curvature of her ass, curling into the valley of her forbidden territory.

Molly noticed the tip of my naughty finger dangerously close to the rim of Mom's asshole and she just giggled. "That's three spanks done, and one more left."

I rose my hand one last time, then...SMACK! My hand landed exactly where I was aiming. The tip of my naughty finger was actually touching Mom's pretty asshole, and it felt warm and wonderful.

"Mmmmm," Mom purred.

"God! You two are kinky!" Molly gigged at us. "Okay, you're free to get up, Mom."

"Mmm," Mom purred again, making no attempt to move.

"Okay, you can get up now," Molly repeated.

I reluctantly removed my hand from Mom's ass and let her crawl backwards off the bench.

"That was fun," Mom smiled, standing to her feet in the middle of the tub. She reached into the water and tugged on the stings that kept her bikini bottoms on. "No point in keeping these on," she giggled, bringing her bottoms out of the water and tossing them onto the deck.

I immediately peered down at the water for a glimpse of her pussy, but sadly, the bubbles blocked my view of her lower half.

"Am I gonna have to keep an eye on you two from now on?" Molly asked jokingly, cocking her eyebrow at us.

"No, we'll be good," Mom promised, then took a sip of her wine before settling in next to me on our bench.

"Your turn, Danny," Molly announced.

"Okay," I smirked, feeding her a cocky grin. "I choose you! Truth or dare?"

"Umm...dare," Molly answered.

I knew what I was adout to ask her was either going to get me a hand full of water to the face, or some very nice eye-candy. I hoped for the latter. "I dare you to run a few laps around the cabin, completely naked!"

Molly's eyes bugged out, making me take cover for the splash I knew was coming, but the splash never came, instead, she just giggled at me, giving me another one of her famous head shakes. "How did I know my bikini wouldn't last long out here tonight?"

Mom laughed. "I can't say I blame him, Molly, you do have an amazing body!"

Back at home, Mom had seen Molly naked hundreds of times, just as Molly had seen Mom naked hundreds of times. Me on the other hand, had only ever dreamed of seeing either one of them naked.

Molly slid off her bench seat and stood in the middle of the tub, and much like Mom had done a moment prior, Molly reached into the water and tugged her bikini bottoms off, bringing them out of the water. She teasingly twirled them around her finger a few times before tossing them onto the deck where they landed next to Mom's bikini bottoms.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she laughed with a sparkle in her eye, a sparkle that told us she was enjoying this as much as both Mom and I were.

"Best vacation ever!" I announced.

"Says the only person that's not almost naked," Molly giggled, then turned her back to me, presenting me the strings that held her bikini top on. "Would you like to do the honors, perv?"

I smiled like a kid on Christmas morning that was about to unwrap his present. I happily reached up and untied the knot in the middle of her back, then did the same to the knot at the back of her neck.

Once Molly's top had fell to the water, she spun around with a "TA-DA!"

My eyes were in heaven, gawking at Molly's perfect tits wobbling into place. Her breasts looked firm with very little sag. Her areolas were about the size of a quarter, capped with dark pink nips.

"God! They're even better than I imagined," I accidentally vocalized.

Molly scoffed playfully, grabbing one boob in each hand. "Oh you've imagined them, have you?"

"I have," I admitted, eyeing her pink nips poking out between her spread fingers.

She teasingly removed her hands with zero shame whatsoever, then turned to climb out of the hot tub.

My eyes naturally fell to get a look at her crotch as she hiked each leg over the side, which delightfully got me a split second glance at her glistening pink center.

"I can't believe you talked me into this," Molly laughed, as she got both feet onto the deck, then turned to face us.

My eyes scanned her naked body, zeroing in on the cute slit between her legs. Unlike Mom, Molly had shaved completely bald, leaving no hair whatsoever.

"Get a good look?" she teased me, catching me drooling.

I redirected my attention to her face and smirkingly nodded.

She just rolled her eyes, then asked, "How many laps do you want me to run around the cabin?"

I felt Mom reach over and squeeze my thigh underwater, which I took as her way of telling me to make this moment last as long as it could.

"Um... ten laps," I answered.

"TEN?" Molly fussed. "That's not fair. I only made you give Mom four spanks."

"Fine. Five then," I countered, suddenly realizing how powerful it felt to be the dare master; Molly was at the mercy of my reign and there was nothing she could do about it.

"Okay," Molly groaned, then turned and took off jogging down the stairs, disappearing around the corner.

"She sure does have a cute butt, doesn't she?" Mom said to me.

"Yeah," I nodded. "I know who she gets it from too?"

"Oh yeah?" Mom giggled, "and who's that?"

I grinned at her beautiful face. "YOU!"

She was so beautiful the way her cheeks blushed rosy red. There was a single strand of wet hair clinging to her forehead. I don't know why, but I leaned in and kissed it.

"Aww," she gushed. "What was that for?"

"I couldn't help it." I shrugged. "You're just too beautiful not to be kissed!"

She showed her appreciation by leaning in and kissing my forehead. "You're not too bad yourself, young man."

I reached up and placed my hand upon her rosy cheek. "Your face is red," I told her, circling my thumb around her cheekbone.

"Because you're making it that way."

"I think it's beautiful," I said, leaning in and kissing her on the cheek.

She smiled, then kissed me back on my cheek, closer to my mouth.

"I love you," I told her, then leaned in and kissed her square on the lips for the first time in over a decade.

"Get a room!" came Molly's teasing voice as she rounded the corner and saw Mom's and my lips touching.

Mom pulled back and inch and giggled. "That's one!" she announced to Molly. "Four laps to go."

"Yeah yeah," Molly shushed her as she jogged past the deck, disappearing around the corner again.

Mom let go of my face and literally barrel-rolled into my lap, resting her weight on my thighs. "Now, where were we?" she asked candidly.

"I was just about to kiss you again," I said, and leaned in. Our lips molded together like they were made for each other. After a few seconds of tonsil hockey, I went to pull away but she teasingly bit my bottom lip, refusing to let me go.

"Where do you think you're going, mister," she said through clenched teeth, then reached up and pulled my face to hers, making out with me like a horny teenager. Our tongues danced in each other's mouths, making sloppy passionate sounds that echoed into the night air.

My hands had a mind of their own as they traveled down her back. And I forgot how naked she was until my fingers traced over her ass and felt no pantie-line.

"Mmmm," she purred into my mouth, feeling my hands on her naked ass cheeks. She broke the kiss. "You liked spanking me, didn't you?"

I squeezed her soft butt cheeks. "Are you kidding? I loved that!"

Seconds later, Molly rounded the corner once again. "OH my God, Mom, you're seriously sitting in his lap, naked?"

"I'm not naked!" Mom argued, gesturing to the bikini top that she still had on.

"Pretty much," Molly giggled, disappearing around the corner again, thus starting her third lap around the cabin.

"Mmm. Your hands feel so good on my ass, baby."

"I love how soft it is," I grinned, as my fingers kneaded her soft cheeks like pizza-dough, inching closer and closer to her pretty asshole.

"You can touch it you know."

My eyes got big like I'd been caught with my hand in the cookie jar. "Touch what?"

She fed me a knowing smirk. "I know you want to," she said, as she rose her ass a few inches off my lap. "Go ahead, touch it!"

That was all I needed. I slid my fingertips into her forbidden valley of love and touched her warm asshole.

"Mmmm," she moaned. "I love having my asshole played with."

"You do?" I said, circling my fingertip around the crinkled rim.

"Mm-Yeah," she giggled. "It kinda tickles."

"What tickles? You mean this?" I teasingly tickled around her anal-rim again, making her squirm.

"What's so funny?" Molly asked, rounding the corner, right on schedule.

Mom was all giggles, giving me full access to her puffy asshole as I tickled round and round the ring. "Your brother found my ticklish spot" she managed to squeak out between laughs.

Molly said nothing and kept jogging.

"Wanna feel something cool?" Mom asked me. "Put your finger right at the opening."

I stopped tickling around the rim and tapped the hollow opening. "Like this?"

"Mm-Yeah...now apply pressure when I say to, okay?"

I nodded, then felt Mom flex whatever muscle makes your anal ring push out and soften.

"Now baby!" she urged.

I applied pressure, poking my finger right into the smooth, squishy tissue. My finger melted into it like warm butter.

"Mmmmm," she purred, then quickly tightened her asshole back up, swallowing my finger to the first knuckle.

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed.

She laughed at my reaction. "Told you it would feel cool!"

Cool was an understatement. "This feels incredible!"

"I bet you never thought you'd have your finger up my butt, did you?" she asked me, tightly clenching her anal ring for emphasis.

"No," I chuckled. "I love it!"

"Mmmm it feels incredible," she purred, unclenching her stimulated ring to swallow even more of my finger into her warm and cozy passage.

I leaned in for another passionate kiss, and we made out for the next little while. We didn't even hear Molly pass the deck that last time, nor did we think to break the kiss before she came stomping up the stairs.

"Okay love birds!" she teased us, after catching us with our tongues down each other's throats. "Is this the kind of stuff you'll be doing in that tent of yours?"

"Hey! What goes down in our tent is none of your concern," Mom told her. "You had your chance to join us."

"I think I'll be enjoying myself just fine up in that loft by myself," Molly said with a sly smirk.

Mom playfully rolled her eyes, then ordered Molly to reset the "BUBBLES!"

Molly happily reset the bubbles then climbed over the edge of the tub, flashing me another glimpse at her candy-pink center. She lowered her naked body into the water then glared at me with squinty eyes.

"What?" I questioned.

"Ready for payback?"

I just chuckled because I knew whatever she had in mind was probably something I'd enjoy.

"Truth or dare?" she asked me, getting right into it.

"Hmm...Dare," I answered.

"Well, since you're the only one out here with any clothes on, I'm gonna need you to strip for us," she said.

"Great idea!" Mom chirped, sliding off my lap.

I tried not to frown as my happy finger slipped out of her warm asshole and suddenly felt cold and unprotected.

"You want me to take my trunks off?" I verified.

"No," Molly giggled, grabbing her phone from the edge of the tub. She clicked the screen a few times, and suddenly dance music started playing. "We want a full on strip-tease," she grinned, as the popular hip-hop-tune echoed into the night sky.

"Ooh! Yes!" Mom clapped in agreement.

Molly smiled at Mom then narrowed her eyes at me. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get out and dance for us, lover boy!"

I didn't have the slightest clue how to dance, let alone how to do a strip-tease. I crawled out of the tub and did a goofy swing of the hips, showing off the hard cock hidden beneath my trunks.

Both girls giggled, then redirected their eyes to my ass as I turned and danced away from the tub.

When I got to the middle of the deck, I quickly spun around, grabbing my junk like a pop-star.

"OW OW!" Mom squealed, making sure not to be too loud and waking Dad.

I felt like a male stripper as I dropped to my knees and humped the air a few times, which earned me more encouraging squeals from the crowd.

As the song continued, I danced my way to my feet, then reached for the waistband of my trunks.

"STRIP! STRIP! STRIP..." Molly chanted, getting Mom to join in. "STRIP! STRIP! STRIP!"

I lowered the front of my trunks just enough to show the base of my hard dick, then teasingly yanked them back up.

"STRIP! STRIP! STRIP!" the girls encouraged louder.

In one quick motion, I yanked my trunks down to my knees, letting them fall to my ankles. My steel dick sprung free and slapped me in the belly.

"Mmmm," Mom salaciously licked her lips, eyeing my dick like a juicy piece of meat.

My dick bounced around as I continued to dance, trying to smoothly step out of my trunks as I moved to the beat, but somehow, they tangled around my ankles.

Molly about died laughing, watching me hop around like a buffoon, trying to free myself from the twisted contraption.

Finally, I untangled my feet and held the evil trunks in the air, twirling them around like a rodeo-cowboy. I eyed my target, Mom, and fed her a wink, then launched my trunks at her.

She caught them and giggled, acting like the bridesmaid who'd just caught the bouquet. She showed them off to Molly, then tossed them onto our growing pile of swimwear.

I danced my way back to the tub, doing the naked hip-thrust-hop. Each time I hopped, my boner bounced up and slapped against my abdomen. I'd timed it perfectly for the song to end just as I'd taken my final hop to the side of the tub.

"Not bad!" Molly applauded me, impressed by my stellar dance moves. "I didn't know you could dance like that."

"I didn't either," I chuckled, a little out of breath as I climbed back into the tub.

"New rule," Mom announced, "from now on, If you get out of the tub for any reason whatsoever, you have to do a sexy dance to get back in."

"Agreed," Molly smirked, "but all these rules are getting hard to keep track of."

"Well, we'll just have to get a sign made or something," Mom joked.

"Oh gosh! Can you imagine Dad's reaction," Molly laughed, then deepened her voice, imitating Dad reading the imaginary sign. "Rule number one- what happens in the tub stays in the tub. Hm? Rule number two- showing off your butthole will earn you one spank? What the fuck? Stripping is encouraged? What the hell are these guys doing out here?"

We all laughed, then Mom added, "Rule number four- hand jobs are encouraged!"

"But they'll earn you two spanks," Molly teasingly reminded her, making us giggle.

"Worth it," Mom shrugged, as she secretly reached over underwater and grabbed my erection.

My eyes rolled back in pleasure as Mom began a sensual massage on my stiffened shaft.

"Can't you guys save that for your tent?" Molly teased.

Mom smiled cutely. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Mom, I can see your arm moving," Molly giggled, gesturing to the subtle movement in Mom's bicep.

Mom laughed, slowing her stroking to an idle play. She looked at me and smiled. "It's your turn, sweetie."

I looked back and forth between the girls, contemplating my next move. Mom was the only one with a stitch of clothing on, so I chose her as my victim.

"Mom, truth or dare?"

"Dare," she answered confidently.

"I wanna see you strip now."

"Okay!" She grinned with enthusiasm, while a giddy smile also crept across my face.

"Cue up the music, Molly!" I instructed her.

Molly seemed just as excited. She grabbed her phone and cued up another hip-hop song.

Right away, Mom recognized the song and started dancing along to the beat. "I love this song!" she said, as she made a show of climbing out of the water. She hoisted her naked ass onto the edge of the tub, then turned in my direction, bringing one leg out of the water and planting her bare foot onto the deck.
My full attention was immediately captured by the sight of her beautiful pussy bloomed open like a flower.

"Isn't it pretty?" she asked me, pausing to show it off to me.

I stared in awe at the shimmering pink walls of her inner labia. I wanted to reach out and touch it, but I knew I shouldn't.

"I love it!" I told her.

Mom let me get a real good look at it, before climbing the rest the way out of the tub. She got to her feet and twirled in a circle before doing a belly dance to the middle of the deck.

"STRIP! STRIP! STRIP..." Molly began, which of course made me join in. "STRIP! STRIP! STRIP!"

Mom reached back and tugged the strings tied behind her back, freeing her bust. Her top started to fall but she quickly reached up and cupped her breasts, trapping the red material to her chest.

"STRIP! STRIP! STRIP..." Molly and I continued cheering her on.

Mom removed her hands and shook her boobies side to side, wiggling the bikini top off. The top fell to the ground and she kicked it over to the pile of our swimwear collection.

My eyes were immediately drawn to the most beautiful boobs I'd ever seen. Her nipples were twice as big as Molly's, looking thick and delicious.

Mom noticed my captivated stare and giggled. She then reached up and cupped the underside of her boobs, hoisting the sag out of them. They looked so heavy, yet so soft and fluffy in her hands.

I wasn't sure how much more of this teasing I could take. My head was already spinning. I imagined myself squirting my load all over her dark purple nipples, and I didn't even realize I was stroking myself underwater until I heard Molly giggle at me.

"Perv!" She teased, gesturing to the obvious hand movement I was doing under the bubbles.

Mom quickly regained our attention when she spun around, sticking her bootie out at us.

"SHAKE IT GIRL!" Molly hollered.

Mom danced backwards, shaking her tail feathers at us cutely. The song ended just as she'd made her way to the side of the tub, then she climbed back into the water.

"Dang, Mom, you've got some moves, too," Molly applauded her.

Mom took the complement with a smile.

"That was such a thrill," she giggled, reaching for her wine glass. She took a healthy swig, then reclaimed her seat next to me on our bench.

Underwater, I felt her reach over and grab ahold of my cock, replacing my hand with hers for more playtime.

"Truth or dare?" Mom asked Molly. "Say truth."

Molly giggled. "Hmm... truth I guess."

Mom put on a mischievous grin before repeating a question that had gotten ignored earlier. "Was it weird masturbating with a dildo inspired by your fathers big dick?"

Molly's head almost exploded. "Oh my god, Mom!" She blushed. "You can't ask me that!"

Mom giggled. "Yes, I can, and I did."

"I still can't believe I actually did that last night," Molly said, pausing to giggle at herself. "God! That was so naughty!"

"Was it weird?" Mom repeated.

Molly's face was all sorts of red. "The weird part is, is that it wasn't weird, If that makes any sense."

Mom fed her a quirky grin. "So it was, or it wasn't weird??"

"No, it wasn't weird," Molly explained. "It was amazing, actually, which makes it kind of weird, y'know?"

Mom scrunched her brow in confusion.

"In a way, yes, it was weird, but a good weird," Molly reiterated, searching for the right words. "Actually not weird, more thrilling than weird. I got such a thrill out of being naughty with something I wasn't supposed to have, or even know about."

"Oh my," Mom teasingly rolled her eyes. "You might be even naughtier than I am, little girl!"

"I highly doubt that!" Molly giggled.

Mom joined in on the giggle fest, accepting Molly's answer for what it was, though it was still unclear how Molly felt exactly.

"It's your turn, then, Molly," Mom told her.

She fed Mom a look. "Mom, truth or dare?"

I think Mom was up for anything at this point. "Dare," she answered.

"I dare you to kiss the tip of Danny's boner."

My dick twitched after hearing his name called to attention.

"Did you seriously just ask me to kiss your brother's dick?" Mom giggled, squeezing it underwater.

"Yup!" Molly nodded confidently. "Just the tip."

"And you call me the trouble maker..."

"Hey now, what happens in the hot tub, stays in the tub, remember?" Molly reminded her, as if that made it any less naughty.

My heart pounded with excitement, pumping even more blood into my already raging boner.

Mom teasingly slid her hand up my pulsating penis and leaned into my side, squishing her boobs against my shoulder. "What do you say, sweetie, you up for another smooch from mama?" she asked, then pursed her lips together to feed me two puckered air kisses.

"Absolutely!" I grinned.

Mom laughed at my reaction then patted the edge of the tub.

I knew the drill. I hoisted my naked body up and onto the edge.

"Jesus!" Molly gasped as my dick emerged from the water. "Did that thing get even bigger overnight, or what?"

"I know," Mom grinned, then reached up to grab it. "Isn't it beautiful?" She looked me in the eye with an excited grin on her face. "Ready for some fun?"

"KISS HIM! KISS HIM! KISS HIM..." Molly playfully encouraged.

Without needing to be told twice, Mom pointed my cock at her face and leaned in, giving the tip of my mushroom-head a tender loving kiss.

"Mmm," I shuddered as her soft lips pressed into my spongy gland. The warm air from her nostrils made my body tingle in places I'd never felt tingle.

Mom tightened her fingers around the base of my cock, keeping her soft lips glued to the sensitive tip, and started stoking.

My eyes rolled back in sensation when I felt her lips part for another wet kiss. "Oh god!"

Molly sat back enjoying the show, admiring Mom's cock teasing skills.

Mom showed no signs of stopping, as if acting solely on pent up hunger. She slid her silky-smooth lips back and forth across my tip, giving it millions of slobbery, overdue kisses.

"Mmm," I shuddered at the feeling. I thought It was the best feeling in the world until I felt her mouth open and she slid the entire head of my cock between her lips. "Nnngh," I tensed up as she latched on, creating a vacuum tight seal.

She hungrily nursed on it, making wet suction sounds with every suckle. Eventually her tongue found my sensitive cum slit and she started tongue-tickling it.

"That's one thorough kiss," I heard Molly softly mutter under her breath.

"Mmm," Mom moaned in delight when she tasted the pre-cum on her lips, then she pulled her mouth off my cock, but continued stroking her hand around the base. "You taste so good, baby!"

The cum within my balls boiled, and I painfully needed to ejaculate. I prayed she wasn't leaving me like this.

"Is my baby gonna squirt for me again," she asked, with a hungry smile, stroking her hand up and down my shaft.

"Oh-Momm," I moaned.

"Are you gonna cum for mommy," she asked, emphasizing the word 'Mommy'. "Mmm are you gonna give mommy all your cum!"

I knew I wasn't gonna last long if she kept that tone up.

She licked her lips, eyeing the replenished pool of pre-cum pooling in my slit. "Mmm," she dove in, licking it clean. She savored the taste on her tongue before swallowing it down her heavenly throat. "God, you taste good, baby!" she exclaimed, then slid my cock-head back into her mouth to extract another gooey treat.

I looked over at Molly and saw that she was just mindlessly staring at what was taking place in front of her.

"Oh fuck," I whined as I felt my mushroom head being swallowed deeper into Mom's mouth. The insides of her soft cheeks felt incredible gliding along my shaft.

This was no longer an innocent kiss on the tip, this was a full on blow job, especially when she began bobbing her head up and down the length of my cock.

"MmMmMm!" she murmured, feeding me encouraging moans as her hand and mouth simultaneously slid up and down my cock in perfect rhythm.

I felt the tip of my cock kiss the back of her throat and that was about it for me. "Ngh!" I tensed up, riding the orgasmic wave of pleasure.

"Mm-hm!" Mom cheered me on, picking up speed. "Mmm-hm! Mm-hm!"

I could feel my balls tighten as my whole body trembled in ecstasy.

"I'm gonna cum!" I warned her. "Oh fuck Mom, you're gonna make me cum!"

"Mm-hm!!" she encouraged with earnest.

"Nnngh," I convulsed. "I'm cumming!!" Cum shot out of me like a rocket, splashing against the back of her throat.

"Mmm," she moaned, then pulled back a few inches, letting the second rope squirt out into her open mouth. She curled her tongue into a bowl, savoring the taste on her buds before swallowing it down into her tummy.

My head spun as she sucked all the cum out of me, then traced her tongue along the underside of my cock, milking out every last drop, before pulling away. She smiled up at me with glassy-eyes. "I've been thinking about doing that all day!"

Chapter 4 coming soon.
Lake Timberland Ch. 04
The adventure continues beyond the hot tub.
DAY FOUR


My phone buzzed against the wooden surface of my nightstand, vibrating loud enough to wake me from my slumber.

I sat up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I wasn't sure what time it was, but the sunlight pouring in through the little octagon window of our loft indicated it was morning.

I glanced over to find Molly's bed empty and unmade, telling me that it was at least later than Dad's Six A.M. launch time.

I reached for my phone and swiped it open, smiling at the site of a morning text from my crush.

MOM

Come cuddle with me 😉

Not wasting time, I tossed the covers off my half-naked body, shot out of bed, and rushed down the ladder.

Mom giggled, hearing my clumsy footsteps thump throughout the cabin in an urgent rush to be with her.

When I reached her bedroom door, I found it closed, so I lightly tapped on the wooden surface.

"Good morning, sweetie," came Mom's sweet voice, greeting me from the other side of her door.

"Morning!" I said. I was a bit nervous. Growing up, my parents' bedroom was always off-limits, so I felt the need to ask, "May I come in?"

She giggled at my politeness, and said "Get your cute tush in here, young man!"

The familiar feeling of naughtiness washed over me as I opened her door and stepped inside. I felt like a horny teenager again, sneaking in to her room to snoop around for a pair of her worn panties, except this time the treasure was different, this time the treasure was actually her.

She looked snug as a bug, lying in bed with just her head poking out from beneath the covers.

"Hi," she said with a warm smile.

I returned her a smile. "Hi," I said, padding over to the side of her bed.

She noticed my attire and fed me a wry grin. "Surely, you don't plan on crawling into bed with your mother dressed like that, do you?"

"Umm..." I shyly looked down at myself dressed in nothing but a pair of boxer-briefs.

"Is this okay?" I asked, timidly.

She giggled, peeling the covers off her sexy body to reveal herself in all her naked glory.

My jaw dropped, causing my tongue to practically fall out of my mouth like a love-struck puppy dog.

"You're a bit overdressed if you ask me," she teased, with a twinkle in her eye. "What do you say you drop those drawers and get under these covers with me."

I didn't even hesitate. I shucked my boxers down to my ankles and stepped out of them as I crawled into bed with her.

She eagerly rolled onto her side, making room for me to snuggle in behind her, and I was all too happy to crawl in and spoon her from behind.

I'd never felt so close to anyone in my entire life, even my boner felt warm and cozy, nestled safely in the crack of her ass.

"Mmmm," she purred, at our skin-to-skin connection.

I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her in tight. Never in a million years did I picture my summer vacation going this well. The possibilities had my mind in a frenzy.

Mom reached for the blanket and pulled it over us, wrapping our naked bodies in a comfy cocoon, then she giggled when she felt my boner react with an involuntarily flex against her ass. "Hey, I felt that!" she teased, in a soft laughing voice.

"Sorry, he has a mind of his own sometimes."

"I'm sure he does," she giggled, clenching her butt cheeks enticingly. "Just tell him to behave back there, okay?"

"I will," I said, flexing my dick a second time. "Whoops."

"Okay now he's just having fun back there," she giggled.

"Sorry."

"Two can play at this game," she said, then teasingly tightened her ass cheeks in a- clench, clench pattern.

I cooed in sensation, then wondered how she'd respond if I were to initiate a friendly game of Simon says. I made my boner go, flex, flex, relax, flex, against her ass, hoping she'd react in kind, and to my delight, she played right along, mimicking my advances step-for-step- clench, clench, relax, clench.

"Mmm," I moaned, happy that she'd taken the bait. It felt fantastic to have my dick trapped in Mom's warm crevice. "Oh God, Mom, this feels amazing."

She just laughed, then made her lovely ass go- clench, clench, relax, clench, clench. "Let's see you remember that one, big guy!"

God! I could literally feel her puckered asshole planting soft kisses along the sensitive skin of my shaft.

Before letting my mind wander too far, I quickly repeated the simple sequence back to her- flex, flex, relax, flex, flex.

"Yep," she giggled.

Her laughter left no doubt in my mind that she was enjoying this game as much as I was. "Okay, let's see you remember this one," I challenged her, giving her ass a- flex, flex, relax, flex, flex, relax, flex, flex.

"Thats easy!" she giggled, mimicking the simple pattern back to me- clench, clench, relax, clench, clench, relax, clench, clench.

"Mmm..." I murmured, feeling her warm butt-hole radiate heat onto my shaft. "I love this game, Mom."

"I know. I love it, too," she said, "but if we keep it up much longer, you're going to have to make good on that promise you made me out on the dock the other day."

"Promise?" I questioned. "What promise?"

"Don't tell me you already forgot about our conversation on the dock."

"Of course not! How could I forget that? I just don't remember making any promises."

"Maybe this'll remind you..." She took my hand and slid it down her belly, combing my fingers through her pubic hair before placing it directly on her wet pussy.

"Oh god!" It felt hot and creamy.

"Now do you remember?" she giggled.

My mind went back to the dock and instantly recalled her every word. 'Next time you make it wet, you're gonna take care of it yourself!', I remembered her saying.

"You're right," I told her, then ran my fingertips through her wet folds.

"Mmm...good boy," she purred, letting me explore as much of her neglected pussy as I pleased.

Her spongy folds felt amazing as I lightly pinched them between my fingertips. They were slick with her juices, easily gliding back and forth against each other.

"Mmmmm," she purred, like a kitten.

I dipped my finger into her warm honey hole. "Gosh, Mom, you're so wet right now!"

"Mmm...thanks to you, sweetheart."

My thumb found her swollen clit and I delicately peeled back the hood, freeing her swollen nub so that I could massage little circles into it.

"Mmm...right there!" she bucked her hips, grinding her clit against my thumb.

After a full minute of this, she couldn't take it anymore, she threw the covers off our naked bodies and rolled out of my arms.

"You wanna taste it?" she asked eagerly.

My eyes lit up.

The way she was sitting, her thick pussy folds looked like two pieces of candy just begging to be sucked on. I imagined slurping them right into my mouth.

She giggled at my captivated stare, then said "I'll take that as a yes?"

"Yes! Absolutely!"

She enthusiastically turned and gathered all the pillows together on the bed, building herself a comfy nest before lying back in it.

I literally drooled as she spread her legs invitingly.

She reached down and placed her fingers on the entrance to her beautiful pussy, tapping on the pink hole enticingly. "I promise she won't bite," she said cutely.

It took all my will power not to attack her like a wild animal. I wanted to, but I also wanted this moment to be special, so I sensually kissed my way up her leg, keeping my eye on the prize.

Her intoxicating nectar teased my nostrils the closer I got to the source. I kissed my way up and was soon within licking distance of her pussy.

"Mmmm," she whined, as I kissed her juicy folds.

Next, I sucked them into my mouth, trapping them between my lips, exploring their squishy texture on my lips and tongue. She tasted better than I could've ever imagined.

"Oh, Danny!" she cried. "That feels so good what you're doing!"

An audible slurping sound echoed into the air as I nursed on her pussy petals, sucking the juice from them like a sponge.

"Mmm...that's it, baby!" She cheered me along. "You're doing so good!"

I probed my tongue deeper, slithering it between her folds for a taste of her nectar from the source. I began slowly caressing my tongue through her valley. It tasted better than I would've ever imagined, almost tangy, but oh-so-delicious.

"Mmm...I'm so wet for you!" she whimpered, sensually grinding her pussy against my mouth.

Like a slow drip, her pussy coated my tongue with its tangy nectar. I wanted as much of it as I could get, so I nuzzled my face deeper until my nose nudged against her sensitive clit.

"Ngh!" she shrieked.

I could hardly breathe, but I didn't care; my tongue was in Mom's warm tunnel while my nose Eskimo-kissed her engorged clit. I was in heaven.

"Mmm...lick my clit!" she pleaded.

I came up for air, flicking my tongue on her swollen clit, which felt as hard as a button, letting me know she was already on the verge of an intense orgasm.

"Oh fuck!" She began to shiver as a little jolts of electricity surged through her. "OH! Right there! Yes!"

My tongue flailed against her sex, making sloshing, wet sounds.

"Ohhh Danny...oh fuck, baby...you're gonna make mommy cum!"

My tongue clicked into overdrive, lapping faster and faster on her shivering pussy, making her whole body spasm.

"Nghhh!" she tensed up, going completely silent, like a calm before the storm.

Her thighs quivered on my shoulders and I knew she was about to explode. I licked faster, intent on giving my mother the best orgasm she'd ever had.

Her quivering became rapid little kicks as we rode out the wave of pleasure together.

"OHHH!" she wailed. "OH FUCK! I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, baby. Oh Danny, oh I'm cumming, baby!!"

I continued lapping at her tender pussy, earning myself another round of cries.

I felt like a king for making her cum as fast as I did.

Her whole body convulsed in the aftershock, reflexively grinding her mound into my face. My tongue could literally feel the rhythm of her heartbeat through her pulsating clit.

"Oh god that was good," she murmured, placing a hand on her heaving chest.

I didn't let up, and kept sucking on her clit. I sucked and sucked until she couldn't take it anymore.

"C'mere." She breathlessly waved me up to be closer with her.

I detached my mouth and crawled up her body, getting as far as her chest when she immediately pulled me in for a hug.

"God, Danny, that was good!" she praised me, clutching my head against her breasts.

I could hear her heart thump loudly in my eardrum as she came down from such an orgasmic high. "Holy shit I needed that!" she said, combing her fingers through my hair.

I let her catch her breath while she loved on me.

"Seriously, baby, you did so good!"

I put on a proud smile. "That was fun!"

"It felt so good!" she said, then convulsed one last shiver. "Where did you learn to do that?"

"I dunno," I shrugged, lifting my face to look her in the eye. "Natural talent, I guess."

"Oh look at you!" she giggled, seeing my face covered in her girl-cum. "You're a mess!"

"Am I?" I smirked, making a show of licking my lips salaciously. "You taste delicious, Mom!"

"Come here!" she giggled, pulling my face to hers for a sloppy kiss.

We made out like lovers for what seemed like forever. Eventually, she rolled me onto my back and snuggled against my side. Her pussy felt warm and squishy mashed against my thigh.

A moment later, she broke the kiss with her infamous giggle. "I've never cum like that before!" she told me.

"Never?"

"No! Not like that!" she said, smiling dreamily. "At least not from that."

"Does dad do that?"

"What, eat my pussy?" She giggled. "It's been a while."

"Really? Gosh, if you were my wife, I'd probably do that every single day!"

She smiled inwardly. "Is that the kind of stuff you think about whenever you have my panties up to your nose?"

I couldn't help but laugh at how spot on she was with that comment. I used to cum so hard pretending it was her dripping pussy in my face.

"Yes," I admitted, shamelessly.

"Would you think about me cumming like that, too?" she giggled.

The wonderful experience of Mom cumming in my face will forever be embedded in my brain. I didn't even realize my hand had absent-mindedly grasped onto my throbbing boner, doing a soft, subtle stroke.

"Mmm...yes," she encouraged, as she also noticed. "Stroke it for me, baby!"

I froze, finally realizing what I was doing.

"Aw...why'd you stop?" she complained. "I was enjoying watching you do that."

I tilted my chin down to look at her and saw that she was now resting her cheek on my collarbone, staring at the way my hand was wrapped around my hard dick. Jerking off was something I'd always carefully kept private, so you can about imagine my nervousness.

"Stroke it," she pleaded. "I wanna watch you play with it."

I managed to push my nervousness aside enough to continue pleasuring myself for her. It felt so wrong and so right at the same time.

"Mmm, that's it," she cooed, "stroke that big beautiful dick for me."

The fact that she was enjoying this, turned me on immensely. I'd never had an audience before, let alone my own personal cheerleader. I quickened my pace, wanting to appease her in any way possible.

"That's so sexy!" she smiled, admiring the way my hand gripped the soft outer skin of my rigid erection, moving it up and down the length of my cock. "Does that feel good, baby?" she asked.

"Mmm, so good!" I said, as I laid my head back with a renewed smile. I was completely hers.

"Give me your hand," she said, grabbing my wrist. She brought my hand to her mouth and spit in it, getting it nice and wet before placing it back on my cock. "There, that might feel better."

It felt so much better! My hand easily slid up and down my slick boner and I quickened my pace a bit more.

"Close your eyes, love," she instructed.

I happily obliged, closing my eyes. I was so relaxed that I felt as if I were melting into her mattress.

"Now, imagine that's my wet pussy sliding up and down on your big beautiful cock instead of your hand."

"Ohh God!" I about came right there.

She giggled at my reaction. "Are you picturing it?" she asked eagerly. "Are you picturing my wet pussy, baby?"

It was was all I was picturing. I kept my eyes shut and drifted off to fantasy land, where Mom's sexy body bounced up and down on my dick.

"Mmm...good boy!" she cheered. "Do you feel how wet my pussy is?"

"Ohh It's so wet!" I moaned, pumping my fist faster.

She seemed to love that I was in such a happy place, and that it was her dirty words that put me there, words that seemed to naturally roll off the tip of her tongue, filling my head with such incestuous filth.

She closed her eyes and joined me in fantasy land. "Oh fuck, Danny," she cried. "Mommy's wet pussy never felt so full!"

"Mmmm!" I moaned at such naughty words. My balls began to tighten and I knew I wouldn't last long at this rate. "Mmm...tell me more, Mom!"

She giggled, then really laid it on thick. "Oh Danny, you're so deep inside me! Yes, your dick feels amazing! You're fucking me so good!"

"Oh, Mom, I've wanted this for so long!" I wailed, shedding light on deep dark secrets.

"Mmm, me too, baby. I love fucking you! It feels soooo good! Mmm, yes, keep fucking mommy's tight, wet pussy, baby!"

At this point my hand was a blur, furiously pumping away at my cock. I was on the verge of an intense orgasm and we both knew it.

"Mmm...Yes! Just like that!" she cried. "Please cum in me, baby! I wanna feel it!"

"Ohh shit, mom!" I warned. "OH I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!!"

"Do it baby!" she cried, "I want it so bad!! Please, drain those balls in me! Please, baby!"

I couldn't hold back any longer, my whole body tensed up as a giant rope of hot cum shot two feet in the air and landed on my chest.

"Mmm...I can feel it," she murmured. "It feels so good, sweetheart."

Another rope shot out, landing on my stomach, followed by a third.

I laid there gasping for air for what seemed like forever, while Mom silently watched the last bit of cum ooze out of my cock head.

"Now that was fun!" she giggled, snapping me out of fantasy land.

I opened my eyes, feeling disoriented as I came back to Earth. The ceiling above me was spinning as I lifted my head off the pillow. I peered down and noticed she hadn't moved an inch.

"Look how much you came!" she exclaimed, marveling at the amount of cum pooled on my hairless chest. She brought her finger up and dipped it into the warm puddle, swirling it around in a circle. "Do you always cum this much?"

I looked at the cum puddle. It didn't look like an irregular amount. "Yeah, pretty close, I think."

"That's craaazy!" she marveled, finger painting swirls in my chest. She tried scooping some of it up in her hand, then giggled as milky strands oozed between her fingers. "There's like a gallon here!"

I chuckled at her exaggeration. "I almost always cum that much!"

She smiled with a fun idea. "Have you ever tried it?"

"Tried it?" I questioned. "You mean, like, tried it, tried it?"

"Yeah," she grinned, "you know, like tried your own brew."

I chuckled. "No, can't say I've ever, 'tried my brew'."

"Really?" She seemed surprised. "Not even once?"

I'll admit, there had been a few times my curiosity got the best of me and I'd actually considered tasting it, just a droplet, but then I'd orgasm and the desire just wasn't there anymore.

Without warning, Mom scooped a dollop onto her finger and brought it to my mouth. "Here, try it, it's good."

The tip of her gooey finger didn't exactly look appetizing. Naturally, I put on a disgusted face.

"Oh don't be scared," she giggled, bringing it closer to my mouth. "Just try it, you might actually like it."

I wasn't convinced, but her kinky demeanor was starting to wear off on me. I parted my lips slightly, and wormed the tip of my tongue out.

She grinned at my bravery, then swiped her gooey finger onto my tongue.

I expected it to taste salty, but it actually didn't taste like anything at all, just a flavorless glob of goo. I still wore the disgusted face, mainly because it was so taboo, but if I'm being honest, it didn't taste gross.

"Well?" She expected an answer. "What'd ya think?"

"Eh," I shrugged, like I was neither here nor there.

"Well, do you want some more?"

"Nah that's okay, you can have it!"

"Gladdly," she laughed, then quickly rolled on top of me, squashing her tits against my stomach as she lowered her lips into the warm puddle of cum on my chest. She made a sexy show of slurping it all into her mouth, then teasingly spitting it out, only to slurp it up again.

I decided that since she was teasing me, it'd only be fair to tease her back. I poked my index fingers into her ribs, making her giggle hysterically into my chest. I tickled her like this for a few moments, and when I finally let up, she lifted her face to look me in the eye. Her hair was a disheveled mess and she had cum painted on her nose, but she wore the cutest smirk I think I'd ever seen.

"Oh you're in trouble now!" she warned me before pouncing on me like a cougar, digging her claws into my armpits.

I erupted in laughter, squirming like a child. My only defense was when I flipped her over and pinned her to the mattress.

"Ooh, my big strong man!" she cooed, then tried another attack on my armpits, but I was ready this time.

I caught her wrists in my hands then pinned them above her head. "Now, who's in trouble?" I teased her, overpowering her into such a vulnerable position. I interlaced my fingers with hers and peered down into her beautiful brown eyes. I couldn't believe how gorgeous she looked in that Moment. Even with cum painted on her nose, she looked too beautiful to not be kissed. I leaned down and we shared a very loving kiss.
"Mmmm," she moaned hungrily into my mouth.

I released my grip on her hands, and she immediately threw her arms around me, pulling me into a loving embrace.

For the next fifteen minutes, we passionately made out like lovers, rolling all over the bed. Both of us were a slimy mess by the time the kiss ended.

I thought back to the text she'd sent me earlier that morning, remembering the excuse she'd offered me to join her in bed. I shot her a coy smile. "I think we need to 'cuddle' like this more often!"

Giggling, she gestured down at her slimy chest. "I think we need to wash up before we do anymore cuddling, Mr giant cum load."

She didn't even give me a chance to protest before crawling out of bed and standing to her feet. "Join me in the shower?" she offered, extending her hand.

I grabbed her hand and tried tugging her back into bed because I wasn't ready for this moment to end. "Can't we just stay in bed and cuddle some more?" I pleaded.

She fought the urge to give in, knowing that if she did, we'd never get anything done that day. "Well, at some point you and I have to set up our tent, remember?"

"OH YEAH!" My eyes lit up, suddenly remembering the tent, wondering how I'd ever forgot.

"Unless you changed your mind about camping with me," she fake pouted.

"Absolutely not!" I said as I jumped out of bed, wagging my tail eagerly.

"Good!" She smiled, taking my hand and dragging me into the bathroom. As we crossed the threshold, our massive walk-in shower came into view, quickly reminding me of the day-dream I'd had of her the day before. I stood there smiling for a moment, taking it all in, realizing that this was quite literally becoming a dream come true.

"You coming?" Mom broke the silence, already stepping under the spray of the shower.

"Yeah," I grinned, "just taking a mental picture is all. I wanna remember this moment forever."

"Aww," she gushed, striking a sexy pose for my mental camera. "How do I look?"

"Mmm...so hot!" I applauded, capturing the image, and filing it away for later use.

"Did you get a good look?" she asked.

"Mm-hm."

"Good," she said, then narrowed her eyes at me. "Now come wash all this cum of yours off your mother's titties!"

I didn't need to be told twice, and let my boner lead the way, making her smile as I obediently stepped into the shower behind her.

She retrieved a bottle of scented body wash from the shelf beside her and squirted a big glob onto her loofah, lathering it up with thick suds before handing it over to me. "You wash me, then I'll wash you, okay?"

"Yes, ma-am!" I said, accepting the loofah with an eager grin.

I started with her chest, spreading the suds around evenly, paying close attention to her taut nipples.

"Mmm," she purred, as I then tweaked them between my fingers. She fed me a mischievous look, "Hard to imagine you used to suck milk out of these when you were just a baby, huh?"

"Yeah." My mouth watered at the thought. "I love your nipples," I told her. "I would seriously play with these all day if you'd let me!"

"Well, I would, but I'm afraid my other body parts might get a little jealous," she giggled, and gestured down at her envious pussy.

I took the bait, scrubbing my way down her belly, brushing the loofah over her lovely forest of pubic hair. There's something about the 'all natural' look that really turns me on. Perhaps it's because it represents a milf's mature pussy, which I prefer over most girls' pussies my age.

"Have you always kept your hair like this?" I asked her.

"Yeah." She smiled, shamelessly.

"Have you ever tried shaving it?" I asked.

"You mean, like, completely bare?"

"Yeah."

"Yes, once," she grimaced, recalling the not-so-pleasant experience. "Your Dad wanted me to try it, but it didn't last long; I didn't like it."

"Why not?"

"It became too much of a hassle to maintain," she said, then playfully rolled her eyes at me. "Let me guess, you want me to try shaving it again?"

"No," I answered truthfully, toying with her wispy curls. "I actually love it like this."

"Really? I thought all guys preferred the new-aged, bald look."

"Not me," I admitted, dropping the loofah to the floor and combing my fingers through her lovely bush. "I love your pussy this way. It's fun to play with."

She giggled. "Well, I'm glad you appreciate it. And if you haven't noticed, your old mother is kind of a horn-dog."

"You are not old, Mom!"

She took the compliment in stride, feeding me a toothy grin.

"But you are a horn-dog," I quipped, unable to deny her of that. "Not that I'm complaining or anything."

"Hey, It's not my fault," she giggled defensively. "Did you know that woman my age are in the midst of their sexual prime?"

"They are?"

"Yeah," she smiled. "According to all the experts, women my age are supposed to be getting satisfied twice daily."

I was beginning to wonder if her mind was just one big sex encyclopedia.

"Apparently right now, my sex drive is the strongest it'll ever be," she continued, feeding me a mischievous look. "That being said, you wouldn't happen to know of anyone who could help me out with that, would you?"

"Hmm." I jokingly stroked my chin, looking up at nothing. "I'm not sure."

"Perhaps a handsome young stud for me to play with, whenever I want," she encouraged, sweetening the deal. "Preferably someone in his early twenties who'd have enough stamina to keep up with my sexual demands."

"Gosh, Mom," I said, thoughtfully, "I suppose I could ask one of my friends or something."

"You little shit!" she laughed, digging her claws into my ribs, which of course, made me erupt in laughter.

"Stop! stop!" I begged, then laughingly stepped forward, attempting to push her fingers away, but accidentally slamming her against the shower wall.

"Ooh my big strong man!" she cooed, and in one smooth motion, she threw her arms around my neck and hoisted herself up, wrapping her shapely legs around my waist. "Are you sure you can't think of anyone?" she teased, crisscrossing her ankles against my ass. "Anyone at all?"

"Mmm," I moaned in delight, holding her up by her bare ass cheeks, forcing her pussy to nestle against the underside of my erection.

"You're so naughty!" she giggled, grinding her kitty against my vertically-angled dick.

Together, we developed the perfect rhythm where my dick easily slid up and down her slit, not penetrating, just grinding through her wet folds.

I suddenly remembered her most ticklish spot; her butt-hole. Smiling devilishly, I slid my hand into her slippery ass crack, earning myself a yelp as the tip of my finger poked her sacred hole.

Her eyes widened, feeding me a challenging smirk. "You wouldn't dare!"

"Wouldn't I?" I played along, circling my fingertip around her anal ring.

She put up a little fight, wiggling in my arms as I attacked her weak spot. She buried her face in my shoulder. "Oh why'd I have to tell you about that?"

I continued tickling around her rim, earning myself endless giggles. I then paused and tapped the pad of my finger on her hollow opening.

She rose her face and smirked at my unasked question. "You wanna finger my ass again, don't you?"

I nodded and bit my lip shyly.

"Give me one good reason why I should let you?"

"Um...because you love me," I said, hoping that that was enough.

She returned a loving smile. "Say please."

"Please!" I begged, massaging little circles into her sensitive hole again. "Please, can I finger your ass?"

"Who's ass?" she encouraged, wanting to hear me say it.

"Mmm, your ass."

"You mean Mom's ass? Say it, you dirty boy, say you wanna stick your finger up your mommy's ass-hole!"

"Mm...fuck!" I succumbed. "I wanna stick my finger up my mommy's butt-hole!"

"You're so bad!" she giggled, softening her anal ring around the tip of my finger. "Do it then, finger mommy's ass!"

I sunk my finger into her silky-smooth hole, penetrating her backdoor to the second knuckle. Her insides warmed my finger, inviting it in with playful clenches. I'd never felt anything more satisfying in my entire life. That is, until I felt her pussy mound tighten against my shaft.

"Oh fuck!" I about lost it.

"You like that," she smiled wickedly. "Those are my Kegel muscles. They're the same muscles I use to clench my butt...like this." Simultaneously, her butt-hole tightened around my finger while her clam shelled pussy tightened around my dick. "Isn't that fun," she giggled, clenching both holes again and again.

"Mmm, so much fun!" I murmured, wondering if I'd died and gone to heaven. "I love you so much, mom!"

"I love you, too, sweetie!" she said, warmly. "I love how naughty you are with me."

We locked eyes, staring at each other with a mixture of love, lust, and desire. For reasons I can't explain, this didn't feel like cheating anymore, it felt different. I knew no one would understand the love Mom and I shared; especially not Dad.

She pulled me in for a passionate kiss, feeding me a healthy dose of her tongue. Her tits flattening against my chest, and for five incredible minutes, she kissed me like a wild vixen, flexing her holes every few seconds.

"Oh fuck, Danny!" she finally came up for air, rocking her hips wildly, sliding my dick through her moist valley of pussy goo.

I knew she was also in heaven by the way her engorged clit pressed hard against my shaft. My orgasm also began to build, leaking warm pre-cum onto her belly, reminding her how quick the recovery time is for a virile, young man; such as myself.

"Mmm, cum for me, baby!" she encouraged, grinding against me with greed.

Her lovely bush tickled and scratched my navel, adding encouragement to my building orgasm. I knew I'd be cumming in a matter of seconds.

"Cum for mommy!" she pleaded. "Cum all over me!"

Her pelvic muscles went into overdrive, thrusting her slippery crevice along my dick like there was no tomorrow.

"Ohhhh," I whimpered. "I'm gonna cum, Mom! Oh I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!!"

"Please, baby, cum for me!" She thrust faster. "I want it so bad!"

Cum boiled from the depths of my balls, squirting a massive load between our mashed bodies.

"OHHH, I'm cumming, Mom! I'm cumming. Oh fuck, I'm cumming!!"

Mom felt the final ropes of cum squirt between us as she used her gyrating hips to smear it all around.

"That was so much fun!" she panted, between short gasps for air. Despite not having cum, she loved every minute of what took place there in the shower.

Also fighting for air, I could only nod in agreement. Slowly, I set her down, backing away on weak knees. My arms felt like jello.

Mom stood to her feet, looking down at her stomach, giggling at the mess I'd made. "Something tells me this won't be the last of your giant cum loads I see today."

Smiling wide, I looked down at her cum-smothered tummy. Looking further south, I saw her beautiful bush holding even more of my jizz. I'd never realized how big my loads actually were, until she'd pointed it out that day.

"Sorry," I held back a smirk.

"No you're not," she giggled, then spun around, presenting her back to me. "Well, now that you got my butt-hole nice and clean, would you mind washing my back and shoulders?"

Smiling, I stepped into her, placing my chin upon her shoulder. "Yes, Mommy," I whispered into her ear.

I pulled her directly under the spray, letting the warm water rid her belly of my seed. Any evidence of our incestuous encounter, washed down the drain, as if it'd never even happened.

She trembled in delight as I reached around, washing her pussy mound with my soapy hand.

Believe it or not, nothing else naughty happened in the shower. We simply took turns washing each other's hair before shutting the water off and stepping out.

Mom got out first, grabbing her towel off the hook. I followed suit, grabbing my towel off another hook. As I toweled myself off, I watched Mom admirably, appreciating the way her cute strands of hair spiraled down her cheeks, framing her pretty face. I realized then, in that specific moment, that I was starting to fall for this woman. Everything she did was simply adorable.

She felt my eyes burning a hole in her and she quickly peeked over, catching me staring at her. "Whaaat?" she asked wryly, smiling, because I was smiling.

"Nothing," I shrugged. "You're just so beautiful to look at."

"Aww. You're not so bad yourself," she said, as she wrapped her towel around her waist, then crept over to me, feeding me a lustrous grin. "I love how strong you are," she said, strumming her fingers along my abdominal muscles.

"Thanks," I said, with a smile. By no means did I have a washboard stomach, but I did work out enough to keep myself looking decent. Her sneaky finger traced the outline of my pecs, traveling over my ribs, then delving into my armpits, declaring another tickle war. "Ahh!" I screeched, jumping away laughing. I lost my towel mid-jump, causing my flaccid dick to fling around like a helicopter.

Mom laughed, eyeing my dick like a juicy piece of meat, but before she could catch me, I teasingly fled the bathroom, slipping out into the hallway.

"Hey! Get back here!" she hollered, chasing after me.

She tried catching me, but I was too quick for her. Every time she got close enough to grab me, I swiftly zipped away, showing off my youthful athleticism. We bounced from room to room, playing cat and mouse all throughout the cabin, in nothing but our birthday suits. It wasn't till we got to the kitchen that she almost caught me.

"You little shit!" she giggled, glaring at me from across the kitchen table.

I juked left, then went right, making a mad dash for her bedroom. I slipped inside and stopped in my tracks, knowing that she was hot on my heels. And just as I'd planned, she burst through the doorway and bumped into my back, piercing me with her erect nipples.

"Gotcha!" she giggled, tickling my waist, then she paused, detecting something off about the room. Her face scrunched as soon as she realized what it was. "We may have a problem, Danny!"

"What?" I asked, sensing the panic in her voice.

"Do you not smell that?" she asked, sniffing the air. "It totally reeks of sex in here!"

I took a whiff, realizing she was right. There was an undeniable scent of sex-juice lingering in the air. "Well I think it smells good!" I joked.

"Not funny!" she half-giggled, swatting my arm. "We need to air it out in here before your father comes home!"

She had a point, there was no way this pungent aroma would get past Dad's nostrils, it was too obvious to ignore. I made a gesture at the windows on either side of the bed, saying, "You grab that one. I'll grab this one."

She nodded, and together we opened the windows, letting a light summer breeze waft into the room. Our naughty scent was instantly masked by refreshing, Rocky Mountain air.

"There, that'll help," she said, "but we should probably do something about this bedding, just to be safe." She reached down and pulled the comforter off the bed, uncovering a little wet spot in the middle of the sheets.

"Hey that one's on you!" I laughed, throwing my hands up innocently.

She giggled, grabbing a corner of the sheet and peeling it back to reveal a waterproof mattress pad. "Thank God for this!"

"No kidding!" I agreed, grabbing the opposite corner of the sheet, and together, we stripped the bed of all its linen, letting it pool on the floor by our feet. Just as we'd finished, my stomach growled, reminding me that I'd skipped breakfast that morning, which I normally wouldn't do.

Mom heard my hunger pains and fed me a sorrowful look. "Sorry," she frowned, probably feeling guilty for acting more like a horny girlfriend and less like a nurturing mother. "Why don't you go get dressed. I'll fix us a couple sandwiches after I get all this in the wash, okay?"

I smiled and nodded, skipping out of the room.

It was warm outside that day, so I decided to throw on something light and comfy. I went to my loft and threw on a pair of baggy basketball shorts and a t-shirt. Mom must've had similar ideas because when I met her in the kitchen a few moments later, she was wearing comfy yoga pants and a matching tank top.

"Everything's in the wash now, so that's good," she said, then went to the fridge and began rummaging through it, gathering all the fixings for sub sandwiches. She found what she needed, then brought it all to the counter.

I fetched us a couple of paper plates from the cupboard above her. "What time do you think Dad and Molly will be back?" I asked her.

"I dunno," she shrugged. "I told Molly to text me before they head in."

"Knowing Dad, they'll probably be out there all day," I said, hinting at the possibilities.

She smiled knowingly, pulling her phone out of the convenient little pocket of her yoga pants. "Shall we find out?"

I nodded with enthusiasm, stepping up behind her, embracing her in a warm hug. I watched over her shoulder as she swiped her phone to life, opening up her and Molly's texting thread.

MOM

How long till you and your father come home?

MOLLY

I don't know. Why?

"Because I wanna know how many more orgasms I can have with my son," Mom laughingly said out loud to her phone.

I chuckled, resting my chin upon her shoulder as she typed an actual reply.

MOM

Just curious is all 🙂

With my chin on her shoulder, I could easily sniff her hair, which smelled heavenly, like strawberries, like the same strawberry shampoo she'd used throughout my childhood. "You've always smelled so good," I told her.

"Aww," she gushed, turning her head to give me a kiss on the cheek, then another on my jaw, then my mouth, then my cheek again...

She planted kiss after kiss on my face until her phone beeped with a new text.

MOLLY

Dad says probably not for a few hours yet. Why do you ask?

I smiled mischievously, satisfied with that window of playtime.

MOM

No reason 😊 Don't forget to text me before you guys head to the dock okay?

Mom set her phone down and spun around excitedly. She grabbed my face and pulled me in for a passionate kiss, then her phone beeped with another message, so she quickly turned and picked it up.

MOLLY

Am I supposed to be your guys' lookout or something? Lol

I could actually hear Molly's teasing tone through that message.

MOM

Yes! Something like that 🤫

MOLLY

What's in it for me?

MOM

Hey! It's the least you could do after I talked your father into letting you wear that bikini today.

MOLLY

Hahaha. True! I am getting a great tan out here, thanks to you!

MOM

You're welcome 😘

MOLLY

Don't worry about Dad and me, I'll warn you before we head in.

MOM

Thanks 😊

MOLLY

Just try not to have too much fun... weirdos 😜

Mom smiled, putting her phone down and getting back to the sandwich-making. She picked up the bread, then felt something poking her in the butt as she fiddled with the tie. She giggled. "Doesn't that thing ever go down?"

"Not when it's around you," I joked, reaching up to grasp her braless boobies.

"Behave," she giggled, fumbling with the tie around the bread. "I'm trying make us lunch, remember?"

"But we already ate," I reminded her, kissing all around her neck.

"We need real food, goofball."

"If you say so," I teased, backing away slowly.

I retrieved a butter knife from the silverware drawer and pitched in on the sandwich making. The way we were standing, facing out the kitchen window, I had a clear view through the forest at the grassy area that would soon be our campsite.
Mom noticed me looking and said, "Do you think anyone will be able to hear us all the way down there?"

I peered through the trees and zeroed in on the campsite, guesstimating it to be about fifty yards away. I wasn't sure if that'd be out of earshot from the cabin or not. "I sure hope nobody hears us," I chuckled.

She fed me a devilish grin. "Why, do you plan on making your mother scream or something?"

My smile grew. "Maybe."

"Would it sound something like, OH FUCK, Danny! YES, lick Mommy's pussy!"

"Jesus, Mom!" I exclaimed, and we both laughed.

As our laughter subsided, I said, "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course! You can ask me anything you want, you know that."

I decided to be blunt and just come out and say it. "Why do you refer to yourself as 'Mommy' when we're in the moment?"

"Because I know you like it," she said, warmly.

It was true, I did love it, but I didn't know why I loved it, it seemed so juvenile.

She must've read my thoughts because she quickly offered me an explanation.

"Trust me, we're not alone in this kink. I read some things online that explained how panty-fetishes, and mommy-fetishes, typically go hand-in-hand, and even grown men like using the word mommy."

"Really?" was all I said, a bit taken aback, although the logic actually made sense.

"Why?" she asked. "Would you prefer I ease up on the mommy stuff?"

"NO!" I exclaimed, then quickly lowered my voice. "I mean, no, I like it."

"Well, as soon as we get some food in our belly's, we can go down and set up our tent, then you can show your mommy how much you really like it!"

My eyes lit up, making her giggle. I quickly finished making my sandwich then scarfed it down in record time.

Mom must have been just as excited, because she finished hers soon after.

"I'll clean this up in here," she offered, taking my empty plate from me. "Would you mind digging the tent out of the shed? I'll find us some sleeping bags and meet you down there."

"Okay," I agreed, giving her a kiss on the lips before zipping out of the cabin.

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Mom arrived at our campsite before I did. She dropped the sleeping bags in the grass and took a quick layout of the land, determining the perfect spot with flat enough ground for us to sleep on. She heard my footsteps and spun around, catching sight of me trudging through the forest.

"YAY, you found it," she cheered, spotting the oversized tent bag slung over my shoulder.

"You never told me it was so heavy!" I complained, dropping the heavy bag in the grass next to the sleeping bags.

I had found the tent placed up on the third shelf in the shed. It looked like it hadn't been touched in decades. I had to dust off the cobwebs just to get it down.

"Good thing I have my big strong man to carry things for me?" she said, stepping up to me and coiling her arms around my neck. "We're gonna have so much fun down here, honey."

I reached for her ass, grasping a handful of yoga-pant booty. "What kind of fun?"

She smiled warmly. "Let's get this tent set up and I'll show ya. I have a little surprise for you."

"I like surprises!" I said, giving her ass another squeeze before letting her go.

I opened the bag of tent supplies and let everything spill out onto the grass. After taking inventory, I found a folded up piece of canvas, an assortment of metal poles, some rope, and a booklet of the instructions.

We got right after it, developing a system; I did all the heavy lifting, while Mom read off the instructions, handing me each piece as needed.

I can assure you, there was no shortage of 'insert pole in hole' jokes, as mom read off each step. Within an hour, we had our new home fully assembled

"Wow," Mom said, stepping back to admire our masterpiece. "I honestly never thought I'd see this thing set up again."

There wasn't much to it, just a simple piece of canvas draped over a skeleton of steel poles. It was shaped like a square with windows on all four sides that could be zipped shut for privacy.

"Let's check it out," Mom said excitedly. She grabbed one of the sleeping bags and pulled me over to the entrance.

We both kicked off our sandals, then stepped inside. The plastic floor crunching beneath my bare feet, was a quick reminder that this tent hadn't seen the light of day in quite some time.

"I can't believe how big it is in here!" I marveled, looking all around the spacious interior. I had no recollection of ever being in that tent before, but Mom had, for her it was like taking a trip down memory lane.

"I forgot how tall it is in here," she added.

I shot her a look. "Do you think it'll suffice for all the fun we'll have?"

"I'm sure it'll be just fine," she giggled, getting onto her hands and knees to roll the sleeping bag out across the floor.

Her ass looked so cute perched up in the air, pointed directly at me. "You mentioned a surprise?" I reminded her.

"Yep," she giggled cutely, flipping over to lie back on the sleeping bag. Slowly, she drew her knees to her chest, pointing her painted toes in the air. "Would you like to see?"

I nodded my head excitedly.

She giggled, slightly lifting her ass off the sleeping bag, then teasingly peeling her yoga pants off her bum.

"Oh my god!" I said, staring in awe at the purple thong suddenly capturing my full attention.

"I knew you'd like this surprise," she grinned, pulling her yoga pants all the way off and tossing them aside.

I stood there like a dufus, too shell-shocked to say anything.

"Well, do you like my thong, baby?" she asked, as she spread her legs, then reached down and hooked her finger in the dainty gusset.

"I love it!" I said, watching her toy with the little strip of fabric.

"Do you remember our deal?" she asked, pulling her gusset to the side, flashing me her glistening holes. "You promised to take care of me every time you made me wet, remember?"

Again, I froze, unable to form words.

"A deal's a deal, right?" she enticed, sliding the thong off her pretty bare legs and tossing it at me.

I caught it and immediately pinched the saturated gusset between my fingertips. The warm, wet fabric felt smooth against the pad of my thumb.

"Can you believe how wet you make me?" she asked.

I looked up and caught sight of her lightly tapping on her pink hole, making a wet smacking sound.

"Mmm!" I smiled. "So wet!"

"Well, how do my panties smell?"

I happily raised the tiny gusset up to my nostrils, inhaling her wonderful fragrance. My eyes rolled back in delight as the little butterflies danced in my stomach, making her giggle at my reaction.

"Eh-um," she stole back my attention, shooting me a devilish grin. She curled her finger into the come-hither gesture, calling me over for a taste from the source.

I tossed her thong aside, making a mental note to return to it later. I dropped to the floor and crawled to her on my hands and knees until I came face to face with all the pink shades of my mother's glistening pussy.

"You're so beautiful," I told her.

"Aww," she gushed, loving the way I studied her up close.

I snaked my hand up and peeled her folds apart with two fingers. Her candy-pink center glistened with nectar, looking delicious as ever. I could even see down her hole an inch or so.

"Mmmm," she moaned, as the tip of my tongue slithered out and probed her sacred tunnel.

I swirled my tongue around her opening, tasting her tangy juice while appreciating the smooth texture.

"Ohh, Danny," her voice whined. "Oh, Danny, that feels sooo good, baby!"

I pulled back a bit, taking a moment to hover over it and admire it up close, breathing in her intoxicating aroma.

"Oh Dannny, don't tease me, baby! I need this!"

Chuckling, I delved back in and sucked her spongy petals into my mouth, slithering my tongue between them for another taste of her nectar.

"Mmm..." she purred, reaching down to hold my head in place. She combed her fingers through my hair, lovingly, feeding me appreciative sighs of pleasure.

Using my thumb, I peeled back the hood of her clit and strummed on the engorged button, earning myself the intended reaction.

"Oh fuck!" her moaning grew louder.

I smiled and continued that same technique for a short while, earning endless sighs of enjoyment, then she surprised me with her boldest request yet.

"Oh, Danny, lick my butt-hole!"

I didn't even hesitate. I licked my way to her forbidden place and tongued the rim.

"Mmm," she moaned, loving my willingness to accommodate her kinky-ness, something she wasn't used to. She hooked her arms around her knees and pulled back, making it easier for me to lick her butt-hole. "God, Danny, I love how dirty you are with me."

I was beginning to wonder if there was anything I wouldn't do with this goddess. I licked her protruding asshole a bit longer before pulling away to admire it. It looked cute the way the brownish-pink swirls, crinkled around her dark opening. I couldn't help but wonder how it'd feel clenched around my dick.

Mom noticed my captivated stare, and teasingly flexed it for me, making it wink at me.

"Mmm," I smiled wide.

"You like that?" she giggled, then did it again.

I licked my lips in response.

"God, we're so kinky," she giggled.

Immediately, I dove back in, attending to her puffy butt-hole for a while longer before licking my way back to her tangy puss. I licked and sucked and licked and sucked, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm until she cried, "Oh, fuck, baby! Lick my clit!"

My tongue swapped places with my thumb on her clit. I sucked the tender button into my mouth while my thumb slid into her pussy-hole. Within seconds, I had her crying "Ohhh Danny, you're gonna make me cum!"

I worked faster, tenderly sucking on her sensitive button in just the right way.

"Oh fuck, baby! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!! OH GOD!!

I sucked hard on her clit and she began her silent shiver. Her legs began shaking and I knew she was about to explode.

"OHHHHH!!!" she screamed, bucking her pussy into my face with toe-curling convulsions. "OHH FUCK, I'M CUMMING, DANNY!!! OH GOD! I'M CUMMING!! I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING!!"

I forcefully sucked on her clit though her orgasm, making her scream into the forest.

"OH, DANNY!" she panted. "Lick that pussy right where you came from, baby!"

I detached my lips off her clit and slithered my tongue back to her candy-pink-hole, tasting the fresh batch of pussy goo.

"God, baby, that was incredible," she sighed, coming down from heaven.

I pulled away and looked up at her with a proud smile. She looked adorable lying there in just a tank top, with her flushed cheeks and sweaty hair clinging to her forehead.

I crawled up and laid with her, snuggling into the side of her warm body.

She finally got her breathing back under control, and rolled onto her side, feeding me a radiant smile. She reached up and softly placed her hand on my face. "I don't deserve a son like you."

"Are you kidding!" I huffed, feeling like the luckiest son on the planet. "I don't deserve a MOM like you!"

Telepathically, we came to the agreement that we were both just lucky to have each other.

"This is a dangerous game you're playing," she said as she felt my boner nestling against her kitty.

"Mom, can we have sex, please?"

"Is that what you really want?"

"Yes! More than anything!"

"I know, baby, I want it too," she said, thumbing my cheekbone, "but once we've crossed that line, there's no going back, are you sure we're ready for that?"

Before I could answer, Mom's phone beeped with an incoming text message, interrupting the conversation.

MOLLY

You guys better get dressed now 😂 Dad and I are headed home. I guess he wants to cook our fish for supper tonight

Chapter 5 coming soon.
Lake Timberland Ch. 05
Much more fun in the hot tub.
DAY FOUR AFTERNOON


Dad and I stood at the kitchen counter, prepping the fish that he and Molly had caught that day for the big pot of cooking oil waiting outside.

"These puppies are huge!" I exclaimed, slicing my knife into the belly of a twenty-inch lake-trout.

Dad smiled proudly, "Thanks, your sister and I caught all of these at Crystal Cove."

I was no stranger to the popular fishing hole. Crystal Cove was Dad's favorite spot on the water, and home to most of his famous fish tales.

"You and I will go back there tomorrow," he said, sounding enthusiastic about it. "We'll catch a bunch more like this, I know the exact lure to use."

When it came to fishing, Dad knew all the tricks. He lived for that stuff and looked forward to this week of non-stop fishing all year long.

Mom overheard my conversation with Dad from across the kitchen and couldn't help but want to give her two-cents. She stepped up behind us and poked her head in between the gap in our shoulders, "What makes you think I'm gonna give him up so easily?" she joked.

Dad turned and chuckled, "Oh, I don't know, I figured the poor boy could use a break from his mama for the day tomorrow."

"Now why would he wanna do something like that?" Mom teased, in a sweet voice, giving my butt a playful pinch.

Just then, the dryer buzzer went off, saving me from having to choose sides. Mom went to switch laundry while Dad and I continued prepping the food for the fryer. After a few minutes, he looked over at me and said, "Would you mind going outside and getting that oil heated up? I can handle all this in here."

It was more of an order than a question, so I willingly obliged. "Sure thing," I nodded, and quickly rinsed my hands off in the sink.

"Do you need a hand with that, Danny?" Mom asked me, walking back into the kitchen.

I was fully capable of completing such a task on my own, but the mischievous smile on her face told me that I should accept her offer.

"Sure," I said.

"Hey, Honey," Mom said to Dad.

"Yeah?" he answered, without turning away the counter, as he was too focused on the task at hand.

"I'll be outside with Danny, holler if you need anything."

"All right, sounds good. I'll be out in about ten minutes or so with these fillets."

"No rush," Mom told him, taking my hand.

I barely got the door closed behind me before Mom attacked me like a wild cougar. Her tongue danced in my throat as we shuffled along the exterior wall of the cabin. I reached down and grasped her ass firmly.

"Mmm," she murmured, then broke the kiss. "You like being dangerous with mommy, don't you?"

"I love it!" I murmured.

"AH-EM," came Molly's feminine voice, from across the deck.

Mom frantically spun out of my arms, "Jesus, Molly!" she gasped, placing a hand over her beating heart, "I didn't even see you there!"

"Having fun?" Molly teased us, cocking an eyebrow over the rim of her aviator sunglasses. She was relaxed in a chaise lounger, sunning herself on the opposite corner of the deck.

"You about gave me a heart attack!" Mom huffed. "You can't sneak up on us like that!"

"You do realize Dad is like, right there, right?" Molly questioned, gesturing at the sliding glass door, where Dad was just a pane of glass away.

The way Molly's chair was angled, only she could see Dad, or anything he was doing inside.

Mom gave Molly a sheepish look like she just couldn't help herself.

"Let me guess," Molly smirked, "you guys want me to be your guys' lookout again?"

"Actually, yeah!" Mom perked up with a renewed smile, "that would be great!"

Molly rolled her eyes, peering through the glass door at Dad, "He's putting fish fillets into a bag...it looks like some kind of powder mix."

I knew the process that went into breading fish for the fryer and determined that we had plenty of time to play before the fillets were ready for hot oil.

"Okay, now he's shaking it," Molly added.

To save us from the wrath of Dad, Mom hurriedly went to the big pot of cooking oil and twisted the burner knob to open. She pressed the ignitor button and flames shot out and began heating the oil, getting it hot and ready for the fish filets. "Warn us when he's coming out here, okay?" Mom instructed Molly, walking back towards me with a saucy grin.

Without warning, Mom squatted to her knees and tugged my shorts down to my knees.

"Mom, are you sure about this?" I asked, worried we were being a little too reckless with Dad in such close quarters.

"We'll be fine, sweetheart," she assured me, grasping my hard dick. "Just relax and let mama take care of this."

Despite my nervousness, her maternal soothing was my personal kryptonite, and I couldn't deny her anything when she spoke to me with such a sweet voice.

She stared me straight in the eyes, feeding me a wicked grin as she stroked the full length of my dick. Her hand twisted around the shaft, adding slight pressure on each up stroke. "Are you gonna feed mommy another gooey treat?"

Molly cocked an eyebrow. "Gooey treat?"..."Mommy?" she questioned, finding the developed love-language between Mom and I a bit silly.

Mom peered over at Molly and saw that she was staring straight at us, "You're not being a very good lookout, young lady!"

"Sorry," Molly laughed, re-checking the window. "He just grabbed a beer...okay now he's putting more fish into that bag of powder mix."

Satisfied with that answer, Mom lifted my dick to my bellybutton and literally slurped one of my balls right into her mouth.

"NGH!!" I shrieked in utter shock, causing Mom to let out a wet, muffled giggle.

I'd never had my balls sucked on before, to say it felt good would be an understatement, it felt AMAZING! Mom's warm tongue tenderly massaged all around my testes, sending shock waves directly into my stomach.

She then took it a notch further by worming her tongue out and tickling the bridge of skin between my ball-sack and asshole.

"Ohh," I moaned at such a wonderful, yet oddly arousing sensation. I even found myself widening my stance to allow her better access. I'd never had a rim job before, but in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to feel her warm tongue violate my backdoor.

Unfortunately, that's not what happened. Instead, she pulled away and looked up at me with glossy eyes. "Did you enjoy that?" she asked me in a sweet voice.

"That felt incredible!" I exclaimed, forgetting to keep my voice down.

She smiled, then peered over at Molly for a status update.

Molly checked the window, "He's digging through the seasoning drawer...okay now he's seasoning the fish."

I knew that if anyone was going to be feeding anyone a 'gooey treat', then we'd better hurry, because Dad was nearing the end of his prep work.

Mom quickly stole back my attention by swallowing my cock into her mouth. She knew time was of the essence, and she sucked with greed, doing everything she could to make me cum before Dad came outside expecting to have a fun family fish-fry.

I let my mind drift off to fantasy land, where instead of Mom's mouth, it was her juicy pussy sliding up and down on my dick, begging me to cum inside her.

Within seconds I was nearing my climax. "Ohhhh," I moaned, "oh fuck, ohhh!"

Mom sucked harder and faster. "Oh fuck, Mom," I groaned, "I'm gonna cum, ohh I'm gonna cum!!"

She didn't let up, and soon, I released an explosion of hot cum into her mouth. I imagined it forcefully spraying the back of her throat.

She backed off a bit and opened her mouth, letting me watch the last two spurts of jizz ooze out onto her tongue.

"Mmm," she murmured, curling her tongue into a bowl to savor the taste before swallowing. She then used her experienced tongue to extract the last few drops of cum trapped in the underside of my dick.

"Dad's coming!" Molly warned.

Mom reluctantly stood to her feet, pulling my shorts up simultaneously. She gave my lips a quick peck just as the sliding glass door began to open.

"Who's ready for a fish-fry?" Dad announced, stepping out onto the deck with a big platter of fish fillets.

"We are!" Mom and Molly cheered in unison.

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That evening we chose to enjoy another family dinner outside on the deck, appreciating all of the sights and sounds of the Rockies. Woodland birds chirped high in the pines, providing a beautiful background music as we scarfed down Dad's famous fried-lake-trout.

Dad talked our ears off all throughout the meal, bragging about all the fun that he and Molly had had out in the boat that day, and judging by the pictures that he was showing us on his phone, it did look like they'd enjoyed each other's company. Each picture was of him or Molly holding up a big catch, with a big bright smile. Dad kept referring to Molly as his 'lucky-charm', which of course made Molly blush and giggle, as only one's lucky-charm would.

"You should've seen her," Dad said proudly, "there we were, about to call it quits for the day, when who reels in the biggest catch of the day?"

"ME!" Molly announced, throwing her hand up triumphantly. "I actually out-fished Dad today! Can you believe that?"

"It's true," Dad said, giving credit where credit was due, "Molly was quite the fisher-girl out there!"

"I thought you weren't going to fish today?" Mom asked her.

"I changed my mind," Molly said with a cheeky grin. "Once we got out there, I couldn't help but wanna wrap my hands around a rod again."

Mom and I snickered under our breath at the obvious innuendo. "Well, I'm sure your Dad had the perfect one for you," Mom added.

Again, the innuendo was not lost on anyone except Dad. Yes, this was all very childish. No, we didn't care. It was fun having an inside joke amongst the three of us. Part of me wondered if this is how all our family dinners would go from now on. Would everything just be one big sex-joke?

Dad continued talking, babbling on and on with more tales from the lake, and the more he talked, the more I could tell how much he loved this place. In a weird way, I wondered if I was actually doing him a favor by keeping Mom so distracted. This way he could focus on what he loves most: fishing.

"Anyway, enough about me," Dad said, after realizing he'd been talking about himself almost all evening. He looked over at Mom and me, "How was your guys' day? I see you got your tent set up."

I peered down at our campsite, and couldn't believe how beautiful it looked at that moment in time. The evening sun was setting on the horizon, casting an orange hue out across the lake water. Our tent looked like a romantic hideaway, glowing like a lantern. I smiled knowing that in a few short hours, Mom and I would be bedding down together in that beautiful place.

"It actually went up a lot faster than I remembered," Mom told him.

"Did you guys have any trouble finding it in the shed?"

"No, not really," I answered, "it was up on the top shelf."

As the conversion continued amongst the four of us, the sun lowered in the sky until it had fully disappeared over the horizon, making it too dark for us to see anything, so we brought the party inside, along with our empty plates. Mom and I went to the sink, making quick work of the dishes while Dad flopped down on the couch, exhausted from the day's activities.

"How do I post all these pictures online?" he asked, scrolling through his phone.

Dad was new to social media, and not exactly tech savvy, so Molly giggled and went over to the couch to offer him her assistance.

"Come on, I'll show ya," she told him, extending her hand out and nodding her head in the direction of his bedroom where they'd both have room to lie back comfortably on the bed and go through the pictures together.

"Oh, um, okay," he said, taking her hand and standing to his feet. He peered over at Mom and me at the sink, "Well, I guess I'm off to bed," he chuckled, "night guys."

"Night, Honey," Mom said, blowing him a kiss.

"Night, Dad."

Mom watched and waited for his bedroom door to click shut before she turned and playfully bumped her hip into mine, "We hot tubbin' tonight?"

"Only if we can cuddle after," I quipped, playfully bumping my hip back into hers.

"Oh yeah?" she giggled quietly, reaching up and tickling my waist.

My hands immediately shot up out of the sink water in defense mode. I eyed her vulnerable ribcage and went in for the kill.

She squirmed in delight as my hands tickled her ribs, her waist, then made their way to her chest, copping a feel of her braless boobs through her thin tank top.

"Mmm," she quietly surrendered, letting me freely fondle her mature mammaries.

I appreciated their squishy texture as I hoisted the sag out of them, feeling them softened in my palms. "I absolutely love your boobs!"

"Shh," she giggled, reminding me that Dad was in the next room over.

"Sorry," chuckled, then whispered, "I love your boobs, Mom."

She glanced back at the bedroom door, then took a half step backwards, giving me the universal 'shh' sign, then crossed her arms in front of her torso and swiftly pulled her tank top up and over her head.

"Oh God," I gasped, quietly, watching her naked boobies wobble into place.

She giggled, dropping her tank top to the floor.

I was unable to control my animal-like instincts and dove face first into her cleavage, burying my face in her soft titty-flesh. I reached up and slid her nipples between my fingers and that's when I felt my t-shirt being pulled off. I withdrew my hands and leaned back, letting her quickly pull my shirt off, before diving back in.

"Ohhh," she murmured as she felt my lips latch onto her nipple and began nursing on it like a hungry infant.

I swirled my tongue round and round her areola, making out every bumpy detail, then, suddenly, I felt my shorts being tugged down, so I quickly reached for hers, and together, we stripped each other's pants off right there in the kitchen.

"Mmm...let's take this to the hot tub," Mom said, stepping the rest of the way out of her pants.

I detached from her nipple, and fed her a more than willing smile.

She giggled, then reached down and grasped a firm hand around my swollen shaft. "Come," she ordered in an authoritative voice, tugging on my dick like a leash. She pulled me out onto the deck, leaving our discarded clothes lying on the kitchen floor next to the sink of unfinished dishes.

Out on the deck, Mom snatched her half-empty bottle of wine off the patio table on our way to the tub, then shen released me, ordering me to get in the tub.

I crawled into the water, reclaiming our bench seat for the fourth night in a row.

Mom poured herself a glass of wine then crawled in right after me. "Is that seat taken?" she asked, pointing down at my lap.

"Actually, I was saving it for you," I teased her, then grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down on top of me, causing water to splash up into our giggling faces.

Mom wiggled her naked ass in my lap, which sent a spark straight to my cock and caused it to twitch and pulse. "Mmm...someone's excited," she teased as she felt my naked boner pressing firmly against her ass crack. She reached into the water and pulled her delicious cheeks apart, allowing my dick to slide right in between her buns. "There, that's much better!"

"Mmm, I love your tight ass, Mom."

She playfully clenched her butt, "My tight ass loves you too, sweetie."

I shuddered at the sensation, "God! It feels so good when you do that!"

"You mean this," she teased and did it again.

"Mmm. Mm-hm."

"Do you remember the game we made up this morning?" she asked.

"You mean this game?" I gave her ass a- flex, flex, flex.

"Yep!" she giggled, returning a- clench, clench, clench.

And just like that, our silly game of Simon says went back and forth for the next little while. Each passing turn brought on a more complex sequence, and surprisingly, I was keeping up just fine, until she overloaded my short-term memory with more than it could handle, making her ass go- clench, clench, clench, relax, clench, relax, clench, clench, relax, clench, relax, clench.

"Oh c'mon! How am I supposed to remember all that?"

"You tell me," she teased, enticing me to flex my rod against her ticklish butt-hole.

I grinned, feeding her ass a, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex...

"WRONG!!" she laughed, clamping her tight ass around my shaft like a vice, "You lose!"

"Why, was that not it?"

"Nooo," she giggled. "You're a goof!"

Just then, we heard the sliding glass door open, and out stepped Molly, wearing Mom's skimpy bikini that she'd borrowed for the day.

"BUBBLES!" Mom sang.

Molly quickly reset the bubbles, then climbed into the tub, also reclaiming her seat for the fourth night in a row. She didn't even notice Mom's and my lack of swimwear until she got settled in and finally looked up at us. "Ugh! You guys are insatiable," she laughed.

"What?" Mom grinned innocently, as her tits were jutting out, staring Molly straight in the eyes. "This is what I wore most of the day."

Molly rolled her eyes, then directed a question at me. "Let me guess, you're wearing the same outfit?"

I nodded shamelessly.

Molly just giggled, then said, "speaking of all this nakedness...I saw it today!"

"Saw what?" Mom asked her, scrunching her brow in wonder.

Molly wore a silly smirk and said, "you know, that thing we talked about yesterday."

"Wait, you mean, your dad's..."

"Yep!"

"What!" Mom's eyes widened, "When?"

"In the boat," Molly giggled, recalling the recent memory. "He wasn't hard or anything, and it was only for like a split second."

With an astonished face, Mom motioned for Molly to continue.

"He was standing to pee out of the front of the boat like he always does," Molly explained, grinning at her own cleverness. "I waited 'till he'd finished peeing, then I quickly leaned over for just a peek, which caused the boat to accidentally tilt to one side. Dad fell sideways in his seat, then, BAM, there it was."

"Oh my God, Molly!" Mom chided, failing to hold back an amused smile. "What did he say?"

"Nothing," Molly said, thinking back to the encounter, "other than to apologize a bazillion times. Gosh, you should've seen it, he was so embarrassed."

"I'm sure he was," Mom giggled, picturing Dad's famous deer in the headlights look. "Well, was it everything you imagined it would be?"

Molly blushed.

"I can't believe you actually had the guts to do that!" Mom continued. "You're kind of a little dare devil."

"I know," Molly giggled, "Alyssa was so jealous when I told her."

"Wait..." Mom paused, wondering why Molly would share this information with anyone, "You told Alyssa?"

"Well, yeah, she's my best friend, we tell each other everything."

Mom's eyes widened in horror, but Molly quickly calmed her worries, "Relax, I didn't everything about the trip, I just told her about Dad and me in the boat today."

"Oh...okay," Mom seemed relieved, but then asked, "Wait, why would Alyssa be jealous?"

"Mom, Alyssa has had the hots for Dad, for like, ever."

Mom just shook her head giggling. "Truth or dare?"

"Hmm..." Molly considered her options. "Truth."

Mom was quick with a question, "What's your kink?"

Molly scrunched her brow in confusion, "My kink?"

"Yeah," Mom said, then reiterated, "like what's something weird that turns you on? Everyone has one little guilty pleasure."

"You mean like how Danny gets off on your dirty panties?"

Mom giggled, "Yeah, exactly like that."

"Hmm," Molly paused to think about it, "I really like cum. Does cum count?"

"Yeah, that counts, I like cum too," Mom told her.

I knew from my experience earlier that morning of when Mom had talked me into 'trying my own brew', as she called it, that cum didn't actually have much of a flavor. Therefore, Mom's and Molly's kinky love for cum, had to either be a texture thing, or the simple fact that it comes from a man's balls. I chose to believe the latter.
"You should see how big Danny's cum loads are!" Mom blurted out, which actually got Molly's attention.

"Really?" she asked. "How big?"

Mom grabbed her wineglass from the edge of the tub, and using her index finger, she indicated a line a quarter of the way up the bowl of the glass.

"Yeah right!" Molly scoffed, "nobody comes that much."

"Danny does."

"Prove it then," Molly called her bluff.

Mom giggled, "Is that a dare?"

"Yeah, I guess it is," Molly challenged her. "I dare you to make Danny cum as much as you say he does."

"Fine then," Mom smirked, bringing her half empty wineglass to her mouth and swallowing the rest of the contents in three unladylike gulps. She then sat the empty glass down on the edge of the tub and slid out of my lap, maneuvering to the middle of the tub. She then turned to me with a playful look in her eyes.

"Well, this escalated quickly," I chuckled.

Assuming Mom's next move, I hoisted myself up onto the edge of the tub, letting my feet dangle in the water.

"Mmm," Mom smiled, eyeing my rock-hard dick, pointed skyward. She got between my legs, then took it in her hands, beginning a soft, gentle stroke. "Are you ready to show your sexy sister over there how much cum these beautiful balls of yours can produce?" Without needing an answer, she lifted my dick straight up and slurped one of my balls into her mouth.

"Nghh!" I whined in delight.

Molly giggled, studying Mom's technique. "I always thought that the balls were too sensitive to suck on," she noted.

Mom carefully slid my testicle out of her mouth and looked over at Molly, "Not if you're nice about it," she explained, turning this into a teachable moment. "There's a certain level of pressure you have to use. If you use too much and it won't feel good...use too little, and, well, it'll still feel good," she giggled, "but not quite as good."

Mom must've had this technique down to a science, because just then she sucked my other ball into her mouth and used such a perfect amount of tongue pressure that I could already feel my orgasm starting to build.

"Oh, fuck, that feels good!"

Mom's lips curled into a proud smile as she continued her tender suckle, looking up at me with tremendous love.

My head fell back in pleasure, catching sight of Molly staring at me. We locked eyes for a moment, which probably would've been weird had she not been wearing an ear-to-ear grin.

Mom sucked for only a moment longer before letting my ball slip out of her mouth again. She shot Molly a grin, "See what I mean by the right amount of pressure?"

"Yeah," Molly giggled, clearly enjoying the show.

Smiling, mom turned and took my dick into her mouth, pulling off all her tricks for a speedy blow-job, and In record time, she had me moaning in ecstasy.

"Oh, fuck!" I warned her of the explosion about to occur. "I'm gonna cum, Mom! Ohh, fuck, I'm gonna cum. You're gonna make me cum!"

Mom blindly reached for her empty wineglass sitting on the edge of the tub, then brought it to my dick. She pulled her mouth off and quickly pointed my mushroom head into the crystal bowl. "Mmm..do it, baby! Cum for us! Cum for your sexy sister and me."

"Ngh!" I tensed up as cum boiled up from the depths of my balls, shooting a giant rope into the glass. My dick twitched as rope after rope filled the bowl to the imaginary line.

The cum mixed with a few remaining drops of red wine in the bottom of the bowl and created a pink, frothy mixture.

"See.." Mom held the glass up after my balls had been all tapped out. She showed it off to Molly with a proud smile.

"Oh my God!" Molly took the glass, inspecting it with her own eyes. She twisted it this way and that way, admiring the contents from all angles. "Daaang, Bro!"

"I told you," Mom smiled.

"That's a lot of cum for having shot a load once already today."

"Four times actually," Mom corrected her, "once in my bed, once in the shower, once out on the deck, and just now makes four."

Molly giggled and continued her inspection of the glass, twirling the contents around and admiring the mosaic swirls of red wine.

"I dare you to drink some of it," Mom blurted out.

Molly immediately cocked an eyebrow, trying to detect any hint of sarcasm, but Mom was serious.

"What?" Mom shrugged, "a dare's a dare."

Molly rolled her eyes and actually held the cum-filled glass in the air for a toast, "Here's to the strangest, weirdest, naughtiest, family vacation I've ever been on."

"I'll drink to that," Mom giggled, grabbing her wine bottle.

They clinked their drinks together before tipping them back, savoring the different tastes and textures on their tongues, before swallowing. The look on Molly's face was anything but disgusted. She licked her lips, then peered over at me with a mischievous smile, "Danny, truth or dare?"

I sensed where this was going and quickly shut it down, "I'm not drinking that, Molly!"

Molly looked at the glass and giggled, "No, that's not where I'm going with this," she said, then repeated, "truth or dare?"

I was a bit too drained, quite literally, for any dares, so I answered, "Truth."

She smiled, taking a moment to think of something, then asked me "What are the top three porn genres you usually watch?"

My porn preference was another one of those secrets that I'd always carefully kept private, so I was a bit hesitant at first.

"C'mon," Molly jostled, "you're seriously gonna act all shy, as I'm sitting here drinking your cum?" she said, then held up her cocktail for reference before taking another sip.

I couldn't help but chuckle. I guess she had a point. Still a bit hesitant, I decided honesty was key and held up three fingers. "First, incest, obviously," I admitted, putting the first finger down.

Both girls giggled.

"Then... anal," I admitted next, putting down a second finger.

Molly and Mom exchanged goofy grins before motioning for me to continue.

"Hmm..." I thought for a moment, then put on a wry smile as it came to me. I wasn't sure how they'd react to this next confession, but I knew honesty was key, and just went ahead and said it. "Squirting," I confessed, putting down my last finger.

Molly immediately rolled her eyes, "What's with guys and squirting? Why are you guys so into that?"

"I don't know," I shrugged, "it's kinda hot."

"You realize that those girls are just peeing in those videos, right?"

"No they're not!" I protested.

"It's true," Mom chimed in with facts. "I actually read some things online about this. Apparently, it's uncommon for girls to squirt, especially on command like they do in pornography. So, aside from the few actresses that actually can squirt, most of those girls just pee, then claim that they're squirting," she told me, then the look on her face as she studied mine seemed to say that she hoped she hadn't ruined my squirting fetish for me. "That doesn't gross you out now does it?" she asked.

It actually didn't bother me as much as it should've. Pee or not, the idea of a girl riding me, then pulling off just in time to spray a rush of hot liquid all over the place, seemed sexy as ever.

"No, not really," I told her.

"Really?" she smiled.

"Mom, how do you know all this random stuff about sex?" Molly interrupted. "Is that like all you do is surf the web for weird sexual studies?"

"I happen to find sex interesting," Mom giggled, then half-heartedly threw her hands in the air, "don't even get me started on lesbian-midget-fetishes."

Molly and I exchanged quirky grins before laughing at Moms obvious sarcasm. When our laughter fizzled out, I turned to Mom and asked her, "Truth or dare?"

"Hmm," she thought for a moment, "Truth."

I thought back to the question that started this whole game, a few nights prior, "How often do you masturbate?"

"You mean before your sister stole my dildo?" Mom joked, shooting Molly a look.

"Hey, you gave it to me!" Molly argued.

Mom playfully waved it off before turning back to me with her honest answer. "Every day," she said, without giving it a moment's thought.

"Every day!" Molly exclaimed louder then she meant to, then in a quieter, more conspiratorial whisper, "Every day?"

"Yep," Mom shrugged as if it were no big deal, "sometimes even twice a day."

Molly's face was astonished.

"Let me clarify," Mom laughed, then explained to Molly the same thing that she'd explained to me earlier that day- telling Molly about most female's sexual prime, and how as women get older, their libido strengthens and they should be cumming at least once, or even twice a day.

Molly let that information sink in, not really sure what to say about it.

"Although," Mom continued, wearing a mischievous grin, "I'm starting to get the idea that I might not need a rubber toy for my daily satisfaction anymore."

She let that statement hang in the air for a moment, as she pointed her grin at me and said, "at least not for the rest of the summer that is."

We all giggled at the obviousness of what Mom meant by that.

"So does that mean I get to keep Nessy for the rest of the summer?" Molly's eyes brightened, holding out hope that she could hang on to Mom's Loch Ness dildo until I went back to college in the fall.

"You seriously named my dildo?" Mom laughed.

"Yup," Molly grinned, "don't you like it?"

"Nessy, huh?" Mom fed her a coy smirk, "I'm surprised you didn't name him Rodger, after your father."

Molly failed to hold back a cute giggle, "God, Mom, you're relentless with that!"

"Call him whatever you want, just as long as I get him back by the end of the summer."

"Deal!" Molly smiled.

We were all seemingly connecting on a new level, at least that's how I felt, and it made me wonder how far all this would go? How long would it last? Would our fun have to stop at the end of the summer? Would I get to sleep with mom? Or maybe Molly? Or better yet, both...at the same time?

Mom got a look in her eye as she studied our faces. Whether it was a look of love, satisfaction, or pride, I couldn't tell. Maybe it was a mix of all three. "Truth or dare, Molly?" Mom asked her.

"Hmm," Molly thought for a moment, "I'll do another dare."

Mom let the wheels turn in her head, looking back and forth between us, and soon, an idea was born, "I dare you to let Danny suck your nipples."

"What?" gasped Molly.

Mom shrugged playfully, "It's just a dare."

Molly was more surprised than disgusted by the idea. She looked over at me and caught me practically salivating. "Well, I giess he does look to be up for the challenge," she giggled.

Mom laughed and nodded in agreement.

"How long do I have to let him suck on them for?"

"Umm...a couple minutes each should do."

Molly rolled her eyes a bit, reaching back to untie her top. With a quick shimmy of her chest, her bikini top fell into the water and her perky tits came out for playtime.

I immediately stared in awe, unable to look elsewhere. In my opinion, her tits weren't as sexy as Mom's, but they were still sexy nonetheless.

Molly reached for her phone and quickly set a five-minute timer before leaning back against the tub. When I didn't move right away, she shot me a funny look, gesturing down at her very suckable tits on full display. "Well, we doing this or what?"

I didn't need to be told twice. I happily waded over to her side of the tub and leaned in close before slurping one of her nips right into my mouth.

Molly shrieked as she wasn't expecting me to latch right on in like that. I knew she was far from a virgin, though I wondered if her nipples had ever been given the attention that I was just now starting to give them.

"How does it feel?" Mom asked her.

"Weird," Molly answered with a squirmy giggle.

Mom laughed. "Like a good weird, or a weird, weird?"

"Like a, my brother is sucking on my tit, weird," she laughed, then moaned, enjoying the feeling of my tongue swirling around her glorious nipple. "I really shouldn't be enjoying this, this is wrong on so many levels."

"Probably," Mom giggled. "Just relax and enjoy it. What happens in the hot tub, stays in the hot tub, remember?"

Molly closed her eyes and relaxed, giving in to the weirdness. After a moment her eyes snapped open, "Is this what breastfeeding feels like?"

Mom laughed, "I don't know, yeah, probably. Breastfeeding is a beautiful thing, It's one of the healthiest things you can do for your baby."

"Really? How long did you breastfeed Danny and I for?" she asked, genuinely curious.

Smiling, Mom appeared to be thinking back to her early days of motherhood and the loving bond she'd shared with us.

"Longer than I probably should've," she confessed, "I just felt so close to you guys in that stage of your life."

Molly smiled warmly, "How long exactly?"

"Umm," Mom hesitated, already anticipating Molly's disapproving response, "like, thirty months or something like that."

"Are you serious?" Molly's eyes widened, doing the quick math, "Mom, that's like three years!"

"Two and a half," Mom countered, "amd so what? Lots of people breastfeed for that long, some even longer. It was actually super healthy for you. You can thank me later."

Molly smiled inwardly, "Well I guess if it feels anything like this, I'll probably breastfeed my kids longer than I should, too."

Mom rolled her eyes, "It's not like that with a baby. Nothing compares to the nurturing bond between you and your child."

"I bet you never thought your nurturing bond would progress into us all sitting naked in a hot tub together though, did you?"

That made me chuckle, causing my tongue to do a little dance around Molly's nipple, which of course made her gasp and let out a small moan.

Mom and Molly's conversation went on like this for the next few minutes, all the while my lips nursed on Molly's nipple. As their conversation grew in sarcasm, so did my laughter, causing a tongue-tease, followed by Molly's pleasurable moans. It was a fun cycle that just kept repeating itself.

Eventually, the timer on Molly's phone went off. "Times up," she announced, but I just kept sucking, enjoying the feel of her nipple on my tongue too much to adhere to any timer.

After a round of giggles, I reluctantly slipped my mouth off and sat up straight, looking at Molly with a million dollar smile.

"Who's turn is it now?" she asked.

"I'll leave that up to you two to decide," Mom said, sliding off her bench seat, "I'm going inside to freshen up for my hot date tonight."

That being said, she turned and climbed over the side of the hot tub."

"I'll make sure to have him primed and ready for you," Molly joked.

"Well don't have too much fun with him," Mom laughed, wrapping herself in a towel, "I've got big plans for him tonight."

Mom then turned, and sashayed away, disappearing into the cabin.

Now that Mom, the instigator, was gone, Molly narrowed her eyes at me and asked, "Truth or dare?"

"Hmm...truth," I answered, as if I even had any secrets left to hide.

"What's my best feature?" she asked.

I laughed, "That's easy! Your ass!"

She didn't seem to be expecting such a quick response. "Really?" she asked, craning her neck around to check out what she could see of her backside under the water, "What's so great about it?"

"I dunno," I laughed, "it's just nice."

"On a scale from one to ten?"

I realized I had all the cards here and said, "I don't know, I'd have to get a good look at it in order to give you an honest answer."

Smiling, she rose to her feet, standing on the bench seat, bringing her bikini-clad-ass out of the water to my eye level. Her tiny bottoms had rode up, showcasing her perfectly tanned ass cheeks. "Well?" she wanted an answer, practically wiggling her butt in my face.

My eyes zeroed in on the little strip of fabric that had almost disappeared into her crack, "Oh, a ten for sure!"

She giggled at my answer, wiggling her butt at me some more before crawling out of the water.

"Wait, where are you going?"

"Inside," she said, planting her bare feet onto the deck. "I wouldn't want to make you late for your hot date tonight, now would I?"

I drug my naked body out of the water, and together, we pulled the cover back onto the hot tub, capping it off for the night. The mountainous air outside was just brisk enough to make you wish you were wearing a sweatshirt. I could actually see steam rolling off Molly's naked breasts as she toweled herself off.

"Too bad it's not my ass that's naked, huh?" she teased me, catching me staring.

"Yeah, too bad," I laughed, standing there with a fully exposed hard on.

"Whoops," Molly said, 'accidentally' dropping her towel. She then made a show of bending over to pick it up, making sure I had a good view of her ass as she reached back and dug her wedgie out.

"OH my God, Molly!"

"What?" she giggled, then pulled the tiny strip of fabric aside, flashing me a playful glimpse at her swirly-pink butt hole.

God! What a beautiful sight that was! I got a good look at it before reminding her of the rules, "just remember, showing off your asshole like that will get you spanked."

I was only half-joking.

"You're gonna have to catch me first!" she teased me, trotting off into the cabin.

I gave her a five second head start before chasing after her. When I stepped into the cabin, she was already climbing the ladder up to our loft. I quietly ran over just as she'd taken the final step into our loft, then she stopped and looked down at me. Teasingly, she hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her bikini-bottoms and yanked them down to mid-thigh, squatting over the ladder, wiggling her juicy holes at me seductively.

"That's another spank!" I warned her, starting up the ladder.

She quietly screeched in panic, then quickly disappeared from my view.

When I took the final step into our loft, she was already naked, lying on her bed assuming the spanking position. "Be gentle," she pleaded, with her bare ass on full display, "but not too gentle."

"I won't be," I grinned, stepping up to her bed.

SMACK! my hand landed firmly on her naked ass-cheek, with just as much force as I'd used on Mom's ass the night before.

"Mmm," Molly enticed me, seeming to enjoy this almost as much as I was.

I rose my hand for another...SMACK!

"Mmm..." she moaned again, pushing back against my fingers. Her bare cheek still felt warm from the hot tub. I massaged little circles into it, fondling it for only a moment longer before she flipped over onto her back and said, "we promised Mom I wouldn't have too much fun with you, remember."

"Oh yeah," I chuckled.

"Are you gonna fuck her tonight?" she asked, seemingly excited for me.

I quickly signaled her to keep her voice down, reminding her that Dad's bedroom was directly below us.

She shrugged playfully, then in a quieter voice, repeated, "Are you gonna fuck Mom tonight?"

My smile grew as I also wondered the answer to that question, "I don't know," I said, "I've kinda been letting her call the shots."

"You will," Molly assured me, "she totally wants you!"

"Think so?" I asked, hoping that there was truth to that.

"Totally!"

"Well, we'll see," I chuckled, going to my suitcase to throw on something warm and comfy. I settled on a pair of cotton sweat pants and a matching hoodie. The fuzzy lining of my sweat pants felt wonderful, cradling my warm balls as if they were floating on a cloud of cotton.

A minute later I was downstairs waiting for Mom when she quietly tiptoe'd out of her bedroom, also dressed in a pair of warm looking jammies.

"What's that?" I asked, pointing to the draw string bag that she had slung over her shoulder like a back-pack.

"It's my overnight bag," she said, fiddling with the strap.

"Oh. I hadn't even thought of packing something like that."

She smiled and held her hand out. "You ready for our camping date?"
"Don't have too much fun, weirdos," came Molly's teasing voice.

We both looked up and saw Molly's head poked over the banister, watching us from above.

Mom giggled, "Night sweetie...have fun with your friend Rodger tonight."

"God!" Molly scoffed, "good night, Mom!"

Hand-in-hand, Mom and I left the cabin en route for our romantic hideaway, that was conveniently tucked back in the woods. With no nearby light pollution, we could hardly see a thing. I think If it wasn't for the flashlight that Mom had thought to put in her overnight bag, we probably would've stumbled over every piece of fallen timber between us and our campsite.

"There it is," Mom smiled, pointing at our moonlit tent just up ahead. I shone the flashlight on it and navigated us the rest of the way over.

"I've got another surprise for you," Mom said, pulling me towards the tent.

"Hang on, I gotta pee first," I told her, quickly skipping away to stand between two trees.

Feeling frisky, Mom glanced back at the cabin to make sure the coast was clear before sneaking up beside me. "Need help with that?" she asked, peering down at my crotch as I fished my dick out of my sweat pants.

She smiled wide as it came into view. "God! Even when it's soft, it's big!"

I smiled proudly, "It swells up a bit when I have to pee," I told her.

"Can I watch?"

This was a line we hadn't crossed yet. "You want to watch me pee?"

"Of course," she said, innocently, "is that okay?"

I loved her kinkiness and I certainly wasn't going to do anything to discourage her. "Yeah, I mean, if you really want to," I told her, then held my dick by the root, aiming it nowhere in particular. I let loose a torrent of pee, and after not having gone since dinner, the stream was strong, making an audible splash against the forest floor.

"That's kinda cool," she mused, watching my dick lift like a fire hose as pee flowed through it. "Does it always do that?"

"Do what?"

"Lift up like that."

I looked down, "uh, yeah, I think so."

"Can I feel?" she asked, then reached down and delicately curled her fingers around my shaft. "That's so cool," she giggled, feeling the steady flow of pee passing through the underside of it, "I can actually feel it coming out."

She applied light pressure on my urethra, making the stream weaken. She seemed to think that was neat and applied a bit more pressure, making the stream stop completely.

"That kinda stings," I lightly chuckled.

"Sorry," she giggled, then released her grip, letting the stream flow freely. "Gosh, you boys have it so easy, you're able to pinch it off whenever you want. Not us girls, once we start, there's no stopping."

I loved how nonchalantly she discussed her peeing with me, as if it were just another thing that no longer needed to be kept private between us.

"Do you do this sort of stuff with Dad?" I asked her.

"Do you really think your father would let me do something like this?" she twirled my dick in circles, spraying piss in all directions.

"No," I chuckled, "probably not."

As she watched my never-ending stream finally start to lose pressure, she looked up at me with a wholesome smile and said, "Would you like to watch me now?"

My eyes lit up, "You mean, watch you pee?"

"Yeah," she giggled. "Would you like that?"

I didn't even realize how badly I wanted to see that until just then, when she was standing there offering it to me. Perhaps it was only because she was being so raw, and open with me that sparked my craving. I nodded my head vigorously.

She giggled and stepped aside, handing me her overnight bag. She did a quick check back at the cabin, and saw that the all the lights were still off, giving us the green light to be as nasty with each other as we wanted.

We exchanged naughty grins while she pulled her pants down, stepped out of them, and then tossing them at me. My stomach fluttered with excited butterflies as I watched her squatting into position. She bunched the hem of her shirt up so it wouldn't get wet, then spread her knees apart, showing me her delicious pink pussy lips.

I made her giggle when I shone the beam of the flashlight directly on her, making her thin sheen of pussy-goo sparkle like diamonds.

"Ready?" she asked, smiling up at me.

I nodded my head, keeping a watchful eye on her hole as it pulsed a bit before a golden stream burst out. I never would've imagined something so taboo could be so sexy, yet here I was, captivated by the sight of my mother pissing onto the forest floor.

Her golden stream was powerful, making a thud against the dirt as she forcefully sprayed it out from between her pussy-petals.

"That's really sexy, Mom!"

She fed me a warm smile. "I absolutely love how open minded you are with me," she said, looking down to examine the last bit of pee dribbling out of her, "You can watch me pee whenever you want, sweetie."

"How did I get such a cool Mom?"

"You got lucky," she giggled, standing to her feet, cautiously stepping over her pee puddle. She closed the gap between us and coiled her arms around my neck, touching our noses together. "How did I get such a stud of a son? That's the real question."

I smiled wide, "You got lucky, I guess."

Standing there in the woods, naked from the waist down, she pulled me in for a sloppy kiss. Her tongue danced in my mouth with heated passion. We made out like horny teenagers until she eventually pulled away giggling.

She tilted her head down and smiled as she felt my renewed boner poking her in the belly. "Take me to your tent so I can show you where to put that thing," she said, then instantly screeched in shock as I lifted her by the ass and excitedly carried her into our romantic hideaway, her legs wrapped around my waist.

We immediately stripped naked, tossing clothes in all directions. Mom got on all fours, crawling to our makeshift bed. Her bare-ass looked so sexy pointed in the air at me, wiggling about as she smoothed out the sleeping bag. I don't know how I held myself back from jumping on her like a wild stallion, but I did, then she rolled over.

"You're such a hunk," she said, laying back to admire my nakedness. She rested her weight on her elbows, wearing nothing but a glowing smile, then she reached down and slowly grazed her fingers over her beautiful kitty.

I stood there speechless, watching her delicately peel back the glistening pink layers.

"You make me so wet," she sighed, tapping her finger against her creamy hole. "What do you think you should do about that?"

Immediately, I dropped to my knees and crawled to her, kissing my way up her sexy legs, before diving tongue-first into her creamy pussy.

"Oh, God, Danny!"

"You taste so good," I exclaimed, hungrily lapping away, before slurping her pussy-lips into my mouth. I'd been craving her juice since my first taste of it that morning, so I forcefully probed my tongue into her, licking the signature flavor off her silky-smooth pussy walls.

"Ohhh," her voice wailed, loving my assault.

She reached down and pressed my head firmly into her snatch, bucking her hips wildly, helping me tongue-fuck her tingling hole as best she could.

I drank from the fountain of heaven for what seemed like forever, before coming up for air, "I love eating your pussy!" I gasped.

She looked at my face and smiled, pulling me up to lay alongside her. She began immediately licking my face. "Mmm...I do taste good," she said, cleaning her nectar off my chin.

We rolled around on the tent floor for a while, making out as the lovers we'd become.

"Mmmm," she cooed, breaking the kiss when she felt my cock snuggling against her warm crevice.

"Your pussy feels so amazing!" I said, smiling down at her.

She returned the smile, grinding it against me, giving my dick the full tour of her warm crevice. "I've been thinking about this all day!" she said.

My heart throbbed at the way her pussy lips hugged around my dick, lovingly. She stopped grinding, then expertly lined the head of my cock up with the entrance to her pussy. I couldn't believe this was about to happen. I was finally about to re-enter the hole that I'd come out of so many years ago. We locked eyes for just a moment, as Mom lightly bit her bottom lip, giving me a subtle nod of approval.

"OHHHH," she wailed, as I slid my dick right into her. She immediately threw her arms around me, wrapping her legs around my waist for a tight embrace. I couldn't pull out even if I wanted to. "Oh, Danny, I love you so much!"

"I love you more than anything, Mom."

Nothing else was said for a while. We just held each other, taking time to enjoy our special moment.

"Can you believe we're actually doing it?" Her eyes sparkled.

"I know," I said, wearing the biggest smile.

"Your dick feels so God damn amazing. I can actually feel it throbbing inside of me."

I began gyrating my hips. Maneuvering the full length of my dick within the depths of her creamy pussy. I even felt the spongy head of my cock kissing her g-spot.

"Mmm, yes, fuck me, Danny!" she moaned, and released her ankles, planting her bare feet firmly on the ground.

I slowly pulled my hips back, withdrawing my dick from her creamy hole, before sensually thrusting it back into her.

"OH...that feels so good!" she cooed, letting her head fall back in pure delight.

"OH fuck, Mom."

"No, call me mommy," she requested.

I loved her dirty talk, especially when she stimulated my mommy-fetish. I continued my sensual thrust, picking up speed as I drove my cock in and out of her. "I love your wonderful pussy, mommy!"

"OH, Son, you're doing so good, fuck mommy's pussy faster," she encouraged. "You're making mommy's pussy feel so good!"

I fucked her faster, bouncing my balls against her pillowy ass, "Oh, God, Mom!"

Each thrust felt more incredible than the last, and before I knew it, I was close to exploding inside of her.

"Mmmng!" She began to shiver as little jolts of electricity surged through her. "Cum with me," she cried, getting closer and closer to climax, "please, baby!"

I picked up the pace, plunging my dick in and out of her wildly. In a matter of minutes, I'd almost fucked her to the bursting point. "Oh fuck!" she screamed, "you're gonna make me cum! OH God! OH I'm gonna cum, baby! I'm gonna cum!"

Next, the air went silent as we shivered through the tingling wave of pleasure together.

"OHHH...I'M CUMMING!" she screamed, just as my hot cum shot deep into her awaiting pussy. Her whole body convulsed in the aftershock, reflexively grinding into me.

"Oh, honey," she cooed, "that was wonderful."

She then grabbed my hand and brought it to her chest, placing my open palm against her heart, "Can you feel my pulse? It's racing!"

I smiled down at her, as my heart was also beating a mile a minute. I'd always dreamt of this day, but never thought it would actually come.

Mom's eyes sparkled as she lay there getting her breathing back under control. Once she'd caught her breath, she looked into my eyes with a glowing smile, "Let's do that again!"

We were unable to keep our hands off each other the rest of that night, and wound up having sex again. I don't know when we finally fell asleep, but when we did, we slept in the same sleeping bag.

To be continued...
Lake Timberland Ch. 06
The morning surprise.
DAY FIVE



After waking up to the soothing sound of raindrops pattering against the walls of our tent, I knew fishing with Dad was out of the question that day. Not that I minded, as I was enjoying Mom's warm body snuggled in my arms. Her soft, naked skin was a quick reminder of all that'd transpired in the days leading up to that moment.

As I laid there spooning her in our shared sleeping bag, memories of her moaning my name came rushing back to me, causing a stirring in my groin, followed by her cute giggle.

"Well good morning to you, too, big guy," she murmured, pushing her ass into me. "It feels like you're already up and at 'em."

I smiled dreamily, tracing my fingers up her warm body and cupping her voluptuous boobs in my hands. "God, Mom, I'm so glad last night wasn't just a dream."

"Mmmm," she purred. "Me too, sweetie. Last night was so special to me."

"It was the greatest night of my entire life!"

She giggled. "Isn't that what you said the night before, goofball?"

"Yeah, well, this vacation just keeps getting better and better," I said, now playing with her nipples between my fingers.

"Mmm, It sure does. Now, what do you say we put that big, beautiful dick of yours somewhere better?" She reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart, creating a warm valley of taut skin for my dick to cuddle in. "Mmm, that's better," she murmured, releasing her cheeks and letting them capture my boner.

My heart thumped with so much love for her that I thought I might pass out. I tightened my arms around her body, basking in our warm and cozy cocoon.

"I have a feeling you're really gonna like the surprise I have in store for tonight," she giggled, puckering her asshole in and out against my dick.

My eyes lit up. "Another surprise! What? What is it?"

"Well, If I told you, then it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?"

"Aw c'mon," I pleaded. "Just tell me."

"And ruin the surprise? No way!"

"You have to tell me," I begged. "Just one hint, please?"

She smiled mischievously, as if pondering whether or not to just tell me.

"Pleeease," I encouraged her, flexing my dick against her asshole, when suddenly a noise from right outside our tent startled us. I quickly snapped my mouth shut, trying to be quiet enough to detect what was causing the unmistakable sound of twigs breaking against the forest floor right outside our tent. It sounded like footsteps, as if someone, or something was approaching.

"Anyone home?" came Dad's voice.

Mom and I panicked, scurrying into a butt-to-butt 'sleeping' position, pretending as if my dick wasn't just wedged between her ass cheeks, receiving puckered butthole-kisses.

I barely got the sleeping bag pulled up to my neck when the window flap on my side of the tent flopped down.

"Hey, sport," came Dad's voice, as his face shone through the mesh screen.

I squinted up at him, making it seem as if my pupils were adjusting to the sudden light pouring into the tent. I noticed a steady flow of rainwater beading off the hood of his rain jacket, confirming that it was, indeed, raining outside.

"What time is it?" I asked him, grumbling a fake groggy voice.

"Seven-thirty," he answered. "So much for fishing today, huh? Forecast shows It's supposed to rain like this all day."

"Ugh!" I feigned disappointment, not actually wanting to leave this tent. "Well that sucks!"

Just then, Mom's naked body began squirming behind me, making cute growling noises in the sleeping bag as she pretended to wake up. She rolled over, poking just her head out of the sleeping bag over my shoulder. "Oh, hey, honey," she greeted Dad in a similar groggy mumble, looking up at him through squinted eyes. "What are you doing down here?"

Dad immediately scrunched his brow in confusion. "I came down here to check on you guys. Um, why are you sharing a sleeping bag?"

My heart raced as I tried to come up with something believable to tell him, but all that came out was, "What? Oh, uh...so that's actually a funny sto-"

"My sleeping bag got soaked in the night," Mom answered calmly. "If it wasn't for Danny being such a gentleman and letting me jump in with him in his, I probably would've froze to death."

"Oh..." Dad said, spotting the long-forgotten sleeping bag tossed in the corner, and luckily not the bunched-up pile of our clothing behind it. "Well, that was nice of him. How'd your sleeping bag get all wet?"

"There's a hole in the corner over there where rainwater kept seeping in throughout the night. It seriously drenched the whole bottom of my sleeping bag. It was awful!"

"I tried to warn you guys," came Dad's teasing response. "I mean, it is a tent after all. Tents do tend to leak, hence the reason I sleep indoors."

"Yeah, yeah." Mom playfully rolled her eyes at him, smiling.

"Hey, I'm not the one crammed in a sleeping bag with our grown son, now am I?" Dad said, scanning his eyes around the interior of our rustic tent. "With a leaking hole, I might add."

Of course, my dirty mind jumped straight to the sexual innuendo of a leaking hole, making me laugh.

Mom's mind appeared to go there too, because she laughed right along with me.

Fortunately, Dad seemed to think we were just laughing at our rotten luck and he joined in too. "Well, I just came down here to tell you two adventurers that I'm making breakfast up at the cabin, so whenever you're ready, come up and eat."

"Thanks, honey," Mom thanked him. "We're gonna find some way to plug that hole, then we'll be up, okay?"

"Do you guys need me to take a look at it?"

"Oh no, Dad, you've done so much already, with, like, setting everything up and, like, taking care of all the boat stuff."

"I think Danny can handle this one, honey," Mom assured him.

Dad nodded, as any proud father would. "Oh, Okay. Well, no rush," he said. " The food won't be ready for a while yet, so come up whenever you're done."

We watched him secure the window flap back into place, then listened to his crunching footsteps slowly fade into the forest before we quietly burst out in laughter.

"God, Danny, that was such a rush!"

"We're awful humans, Mom! I can't believe that just happened," I half-chuckled, feeling a little guilty. "I sure hope he didn't suspect anything."

"Do you honestly think he would've just walked away if he had?" she pointed out, then said, "I wouldn't be too worried about your dear, old dad if I were you, his fun is soon to be had."

I let that sink in, then shot her a look of jealousy. "Wait, what do you mean?"

"Not with me, silly! I'm talking about his little admirer up at the cabin. You know, the cute little eighteen-year-old who's not fooling anyone with her secret Dad-crush."

"Yeah right!" I laughed. "Dad would never let anything like that happen with Molly."

"Oh, you don't think so?" she said with a smirk. "I think you'd be surprised by how many times I've caught him staring at Molly's hot little ass."

"What? No way!"

"It's true!" Mom giggled. "He thinks he's so subtle about it, too... And then there's Molly, the little tease, always bouncing around the house in her tight little booty shorts, bending over when she knows he's looking."

"Really?" I was surprised. "You don't honestly think they'd, like, do anything like this, though, do you?"

"Maybe," Mom said with a grin, coiling her arms around my neck. "Just think, if him and her end up having a little fun of their own, then maybe he'll be okay with you and me having our own fun."

I smiled at the thought of that. "And what if he's not?"

"Well I guess we'll just have to keep sneaking around on him then, won't we?"

She rolled me onto my back and straddled my hips, tearing the sleeping bag apart as she sat up. It was cold in the tent but her naked body was warm, almost hot.

"Mmm." I admired her bouncing titties until she directed my attention southward, taking ahold of my boner and pinning it against my navel.

"Do you like the way this looks?" she asked me, scooting forward to grind her pussy folds against the underside of my dick.

"Ohhh," I moaned, propping my head up to get a better look. I loved the way her beautiful pink petals hugged around my shaft as if it were a teddy bear. "God, Mom, I love how big your pussy lips are."

"Big?" she scoffed, stopping her grinding. "They're not big!"

"No, not in a bad way," I backpedaled. "I mean, they're like, perfect! I love your pussy lips!"

"I think the clinical term for them is labia majora, and labia minora," she clarified, her tone softening, "but you may call them my pussy lips I suppose. Just for future reference, though, no girl ever, is going to appreciate her pussy lips being described as 'big', young man."

"Sorry," I chuckled, "what about... chunky?"

"God no! That's even worse!" she giggled. "Try thick...or puffy...or even fat, but for the love of God, not chunky, ever!"

"Mmm, I like the sound of puffy," I said with a smile, then pursed my lips together to say it again. "Puffy pussy...Puffy pussy-petals...Mommy's puffy pussy-petals, ohh fuck yeah!"

"Language, naughty boy!" she joked. "You're not supposed to say naughty words like 'fuck' to your own mother."

"Sorry," I chuckled. "What about your puffy pussy-petals? Can I say that?"

"Certainly! That's actually encouraged," she played along, resuming her grinding.

"Mmm," I mused. "I wanna hear you say it."

She smiled, pursing her lips together in an exaggerated pouty face. "My puffy pussy-petals," she said, putting an over-the-top sexy emphasis on each word.

"God," I sighed. "It sounds so much hotter when you say it!"

"What does? You mean when I tell you all about my pink, puffy pussy-petals?

My smile grew even bigger.

"Tell me, baby, do you like mommy's pink, puffy pussy-petals rubbing back and forth across your big fat dick like this?"

"Oh, God! I fucking love it!"

"Excuse me!" she stopped grinding at once, glaring down at me in mock anger. "You had better not just said the word I think you just said, young man!"

I nodded with a helpless smile.

"You naughty boy! You know you're not supposed to say such filthy words to your own mother...but you already knew that, didn't you?"

I nodded again, even more eagerly, and she resumed her grinding.

"I bet you would fuck me, wouldn't you? I bet you'd enjoy sliding that big beautiful cock of your's right through these pink, puffy, pussy-petals of mine, wouldn't you?"

When I didn't answer fast enough, she reached down and pinched my nipples. "Wouldn't you?" she demanded.

"Ngh, yes, mommy!"

She giggled. "Yeah, I figured you'd say that. I mean, that is why you steal my panties all the time, isn't it?"

She didn't wait for an answer before leaning backwards, fishing her panties out of the clothing pile in the corner. "Do you want these?" she asked, sitting back up and dangling her sexy silk panties at me off the tip of her index finger.

"Yes!" I reached for them, but she quickly pulled her hand away.

"Yes, what?"

"Uh, yes, please?"

"Hmm," she contemplated, seeming to enjoy this power she had over me. "Why should I let you?"

"Because I love them!" I practically whined.

"Well I've gathered that, silly," she giggled, twirling them around her finger. "But tell me why you want them so badly."

"Because I wanna smell them. They smell delicious!"

Giggling, she flipped them inside-out and brought the gusset to her nostrils. "Mmm," her voice sang, "they do smell good, don't they?"

"Yes!"

She sniffed them again, inhaling deeply through her nose for five full seconds. "Mmm," she exhaled, "I don't know if you'd like these ones, they're pretty strong."

"Pleeease!" I begged her, pathetically.

"Okay fine," she gave in, tossing them onto my face.

I instantly reached up and brought the gusset to my nostrils, sucking her signature fragrance in like a drug. My eyes rolled back in pleasure as the familiar butterflies danced in my stomach.

"God! You're so naughty!" she teased me. "You're lucky I don't tell your father you're such a little pervert!"

"No! please don't!" I begged her, playing right along.

She pretended to think it over for a moment, then offered me a deal. "As long as you keep sniffing them while I fuck you, I promise I won't tell him."

"Deal!" I exclaimed, before inhaling another intoxicating breath.

"Good boy!"

It was so surreal; I had literally dreamt of that exact scenario hundreds of times. It was all a lot to process. My heart thumped a mile a minute as Mom rose up off my lap and said "I bet you love the naughty sound this makes, too, don't you?" She grabbed my dick and bounced it against her wet pussy lips.

"Mmm," I moaned, listening to the soft wet pussy-spanks. After about a dozen more of those, she turned the assault into a loving massage, using my sensitive mushroom head to smear her pussy goo all along her fleshy folds.

"Oh, Danny, you make me so wet," she moaned, lining my mushroom head up with her pussy hole, then she inserted just the tip.

"Oh fuck," I sighed. Her pussy lips had felt good, but her smooth, slick insides felt so much better.

Slowly, she lowered herself a few inches, then rose back up, then down again, then up again, falling into a perfect rhythm of fucking the first four inches of my throbbing cock.

"Oh, fuck, Mom!" I cried, wanting more. "I love your pussy so much!"

"Mmm," she moaned, biting her bottom lip, then bottomed out, shoving me deep inside her. "You're so deep, baby! I love it!"

I lifted my hips off the ground a few inches, helping to bury my cock into her as much as possible.

"OH fuck!" she whined, as my mushroom head kissed her g-spot. "Do you feel that, baby?"

"Mm-hm," I murmured, loving the added pressure. "It feels sooo good!"

As I continued thrusting into her, I felt my cock get even harder, and I could actually feel my balls start to tighten.

"Mmm, you use that thing so much better than your father does," she purred. "Please cum in me! I need it bad!"

I knew I wouldn't last long - not when she talked to me like that. I began gyrating my hips, churning my cock into the depths of her creamy pussy.

"OH fuck, Danny!" She rocked her hips faster, bouncing on me with the stamina of a horny rabbit.

It was hard to imagine that my whole body had come out of that warm tunnel so many years ago, and now it felt as if it were made specifically for my penis to fit into. It perfectly encompassed my shaft like a hand-casted mold.

"You feel so good inside of me, Danny," she purred, already fucking me close to the bursting point.

"Ohh!" I moaned. "I'm gonna cum so deep in you, Mom."

"Yes! Baby! Do it!" she rocked her hips even faster. "I want it so bad! Fill your mother's pussy!"

My whole body began to shiver as little jolts of electricity surged within me. "Cum with me," I begged her, getting so close.

"OH, Danny, I can feel it throbbing," she cried, and within a matter of seconds, our bodies trembled together. "OHHH..." we cried in unison, then the air went still, as we silently shivered through our tingling sensation together.

"OH FUCK, DANNY, I'M CUMMING!" she cried, as my hot seed poured into her like lava.

My dick throbbed as I shoot off burst after burst into her, making her moan and squirm in delight.

"Oh, Danny, fill me up, baby! I can actually feel it hitting my cervix."

A moment later she collapsed on top of me, laying her sweaty head on my shoulder, "Holy shit," she gasped, fighting for air, "that was incredible... you're so amazing, Danny... I love you so much!"

I had just enough air in my lungs to respond, "I love you, too, Mom."

We ended things with another short make out session while I was still inside of her. I couldn't get enough of her, as I gropped and squeezed her body with my greedy hands, feeling her juices run down her thighs. I think we both would've preferred another round, but we knew Dad was already expecting us for breakfast.

By the time we got dressed and stepped out of the tent, It was raining cats and dogs. Mom had to shout in order for her voice to be heard over the howling winds.

"It sure is getting crazy out here!" she shouted.

I nodded in agreement, unable to even see the cabin off in the distance.

Mom reached for my hand interlaced her fingers with mine, then we made a mad dash for the cabin, and didn't get very far before we were both drenched from head to toe.

About half way back, I looked over and noticed her pajama top had become almost completely transparent. It clung to her chest like a second skin, making her dark nipples visible through the light blue fabric. They looked so sexy flopping around as she continued hopping from one dry spot to the next. I couldn't help but to pull her off the path and into the brush.

"Umph," her breath caught in her throat as I pinned her back against the base of a tall pine tree. She followed my gaze to the front of her shirt and laughed. "You like mommy's soaking-wet titties?"

"You have no idea," I voiced, diving in for a taste.

"Ohhh," she murmured, grasping the back of my head and holding it in place by clumps of my hair.

My mouth filled with rainwater as I circled my tongue round and round her chilled nipple, getting it nice and stiff before latching on and sucking for dear life.

"Oh, Danny!" she moaned. "Ohh, suck mommy's titties just like you used to, baby! Mmm, yeah!"

Unfortunately, she only let me suck for a moment longer before she teasingly slithered out of my embrace. I almost fell face-first into the tree as her warm body unexpectedly vanished. When I opened my eyes and turned my head, she was already prancing away, laughing.

"You're never gonna catch me," she teased, shaking her booty at me, as if baiting me to chase her.

"Hey, get back here!" I hollered, taking the bait.

We swerved through all the trees, playing cat and mouse on our way to the cabin before finally, she reached the back deck. She giggled hysterically, as I was hot on her heels while she climbed the stairs. She almost made it to the top step before screeching in horror as I grabbed her by the hips and spun her around to face me.

"Gotcha!" I smiled, feeding her a playful grin.

"Mmm, yes, yes you do, now what are you gonna do about it?"

I wrapped my arms around her waist and gracefully walked her backwards, steering us away from the sliding glass doors before pinning her against the hidden wall of the cabin.

She immediately grabbed my face, forcing her tongue down my throat. We kissed in the pouring rain for what seemed like an eternity, before she eventually pulled away and asked me "Is it bad that I already wanna fuck you again?"

I smiled wide. "How exactly are we gonna pull that off today with Dad around?"

"I dunno," she said with a cute shrug. "I'm sure we'll think of something." Before I could get another word out, her smile brightened. "I have an idea," she exclaimed.

"What? What is it?"

"You'll see," she said, pulling me towards the sliding glass door. "Follow my lead."

The smell of blueberry pancakes blasted us in the face as soon as we opened the door. "Mmm, pancakes," Mom said, casually pulling me through the doorway.

I wasn't exactly sure what Mom meant by 'follow my lead,' so I just smiled and nonchalantly closed the door behind us.

Dad looked up from the mixing bowl he was stirring and immediately noticed our soaking wet clothes, specifically, Mom's shirt.

"What? What's wrong?" Mom asked, studying the wry look on Dad's face. "You look like you saw a ghost."

Dad silently made a gesture at Mom's chest, probably trying to spare her the embarrassment.

Feigning confusion, Mom looked down at herself. "Oh God!" she gasped, frantically folding her arms over her breasts, then she shot me a sorrowful look. "I'm so sorry, Danny! I didn't realize I was so exposed like that."
I played along, dramatically covering my face. "Ahh! My eyes...they're burning!"

"Oh stop!" She unfolded one arm and playfully swat my shoulder. "I'm embarrassed enough as it is."

"I'm just teasing you, Mom," I told her, taking a mature approach. "They're just boobs. I've seen boobs before."

She sighed in relief. "Yeah, you're right. Sometimes I forget you're a grown man now. I suppose I shouldn't have to hide so many things from you anymore."

That being said, she returned her focus on Dad, feeding him a perplexed look. "What's going on with the boat down at the dock?"

Dad narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"

"Well, it kind of looked like it was floating away from the dock a little," Mom said, then quickly looked back at me. "You saw that too, right, Danny?"

"Uh...yeah," I went along with it, unsure where she was going with this. "I, uh, thought maybe the rope had just come loose or something."

"What!?" Dad huffed. "We'll, did you guys check?"

"Uh...no, sorry."

"Ugh!" he fumed, grabbing his rain jacket and darting past us on his way out the door.

"Well that worked," Mom laughed, holding her hand out for the taking. "Would you mind joining me for a shower now?"

I stood there, momentarily dumbfounded, causing her to giggle at my astonished face. "Well, what do you say?"

"Uh, what if he comes back?"

"Well if we hurry, then he won't see us go in together, will he?"

I knew time was of the essence and if we were going to pull this off, then we'd better hurry, before Dad came barreling back in through the door, knowing our boat story was total bullshit.

"I'll let you wash my ass again," Mom offered, sticking her booty out at me teasingly.

That's all it took. I hurriedly pushed her by her wet ass cheeks into the bathroom, making her laugh at my enthusiasm. In hindsight we probably should've locked the door behind us, but we were too hot and bothered for each other to make rational decisions like that. As soon as the door clicked shut, our clothes went flying in all directions, making wet splat noises wherever they landed.

Mom laughed when I backed her into the vanity and mauled her neck like a thirsty vampire. "Easy there, Dracula," she chided. "You're gonna leave a hickey if you're not careful."

I realized she was right and pulled away, smirking. "Sorry," I said, wiping the saliva off her neck.

"Oh don't think I didn't like it," she assured me, "I just can't imagine how we'd explain our way out of that one."

"I don't think we could," I chuckled, leaning in and settling for a kiss on the lips. We fell into another short make-out session, but after a while, I pulled away and grasped her wet derriere. "Let's get you in the shower so I can wash this magnificent ass of yours."

She giggled, slithering out of my arms. "Hang on, I gotta pee first."

My eyes lit up, probably more than any son's ever should from hearing that his mother has to pee.

"Can I watch?" I asked her.

Her face went coy. "You enjoyed that little show last night, didn't you?"

"Yes," I nodded eagerly, "it was so hot!"

"You're lucky I'm so open with you, young man," she said, then took my hand and led me into the large, walk-in shower. "Have a seat," she instructed, pointing down at the tiled floor across from the built-in bench.

My heart thumped excitedly as I took a seat on the floor, resting my back against the shower wall with my legs stretched out in front of me. My eyes were perfectly aligned with the bench seat in front of me as mom planted her bare-cheeks on it, spreading her knees apart so I could gaze at her pretty pink pussy-petals.

"No way!" My eyes widened as a few drips of my cum oozed out of her. "You still have cum leaking out of you?"

She looked down and laughed at the small amount of my cum dripping onto the bench seat. "Well, yeah. What did you think happened, silly - that my pussy just absorbed it?"

"I dunno," I said dumbly.

She smiled and reached down to swipe a dollop onto her finger. "I still can't believe how much cum your balls produce," she said, examining it like a tasty treat. "Your father never cums this much."

"He doesn't?" I asked, just as she slipped her finger into her mouth.

"Hm-mm." Her lips curled into a smile, savoring the flavor on her taste buds before pulling her finger out, clean as a whistle. "Mmm, you taste so good, sweetie!"

I smiled proudly, then refocused my eyes on her cream-pied pussy. "How long will it seep out of you like that for?"

"For a load your size, probably a few weeks," she joked. Then, as an afterthought, she smiled and said, "I'm actually hoping to leak like a faucet all summer...if you know what I mean."

I couldn't help but beam at her. No matter how exaggerated her complements were, I appreciated them. And I was, of course, more than willing to feed her as much cum as she wanted, all summer long. I almost felt possessive over her, knowimg that she was full of my particular seed.

I watched her reach down again, expecting her to swipe up another gooey treat, but instead, she used her middle and index finger to form an upside-down V over her pussy, spreading her folds open for a visual.

"You see this little hole right here under my clit?" she asked me.

My smile grew impossibly big as I studied the shimmering pink walls of her pussy, then I spotted the little pin-hole she was referring to and zeroed in on it. "Yeah! It's beautiful!"

"Thanks," she giggled. "That's my pee-hole. Watch it closely." She flexed her muscles, making it pulse like a beating heart before letting loose. "Hmmm," her voice hummed in relief as a pee stream burst out of her, shooting straight out onto the tiled floor between my feet.

The stream was much heavier than I ever would've imagined coming out of such a tiny pin-hole.

Looking down at the floor, I noticed the excess spray was splashing up and speckling my ankles with mist.

"Sorry," she half-giggled.

To show her how unbothered I was by this, I slid my ankles further into the danger zone, letting her shower my feet with her pee. The way I saw it, was that Mom was like a goddess to me, and this was just another part of her that I got to love.

"That doesn't bother you?" she asked me.

"No, not as much as it probably should," I chuckled, splashing my heels around in the warm puddle circling the drain.

"Does my son have a bit of a pee fetish?" she teased me, then added "And here I thought I was the only kinky one in this family."

Before that moment, I probably would've agreed with her, as I had never imagined getting so turned on by something generally considered to be so wrong. Fortunately, for Mom and me, society's rules didn't apply in that shower, and my dick was rather encouraged to throb at the sight of her beautiful pussy spraying it's golden gush all over my feet.

Sadly, her pee stream began to weaken, leaving my feet cold and lonely. I watched the adorable arch of liquid recede back to her pussy, where she squirted the last few spurts out in a cute little spritzing motion, making her pink pee-hole pulse, almost as if daring me to come closer for a taste.

A part of me wanted to crawl over and run my tongue right through her dripping-wet petals, but I wasn't sure how she'd react to that. Hell, I wasn't even sure how I'd react to that, so I stayed seated, admiring her pink pussy-candy from a distance.

Outside of the bathroom, we suddenly heard the sound of the sliding glass door open and then close, so Mom reached back and turned the faucet on, letting the sound of the water drown out our voices.

"I love how experimental you are with me," she whispered to me, sliding off her bench seat and then cat-crawling over to me.

"Oh, fuck," I sighed, as she unexpectedly engulfed my dick with her entire mouth.

I'll probably never get over how good she is at sucking my dick. Her velvety-smooth cheeks molded around my shaft, creating a warm, slippery tunnel for my boner to slide in and out of. She began bobbing her head up and down, letting my dick plunge in and out of her throat. All the while her voice hummed in delight. She sucked me almost to the bursting point, but then we heard a knock at the bathroom door.

"Honey, you in there?" came Dad's voice.

Mom giggled through her nostrils, ignoring Dad's concern as she wormed her tongue out from between her lips and delicately licked my ball-sack.

"Honey, is that you in there?" Dad's voice repeated.

Mom reluctantly pulled her mouth off my cock, rolling her eyes a bit. "Yes, Roger, I'm showering, do you need something?"

I heard the door creek open, and realized Dad had poked his head in. Luckily, for me, the shower curtain blocked his view from seeing us.

"Are you sure that you saw the boat floating away?" Dad asked Mom from the opposite side of the shower curtain.

"Uh, yeah, that's what it looked like," Mom told him, silently kissing the pulsating vein running up my shaft. "Why?"

"Because I went down to the dock and the boat seemed just fine."

"Oh, I'm sorry," she apologized, planting more silent kisses along my shaft, "it was raining pretty hard out there. It was kinda difficult to see much of anything to be honest with you. I guess I was just seeing things."

"Yeah," Dad agreed, "the wind is really starting to pick up out there. I re-tied the boat, just in case."

"Mm, good thinking, honey. It's better to be safe than sorry. I'll be out in a bit, okay?"

We heard the door shut, then Mom crawled over and peeked around the shower curtain, making sure Dad was actually gone before continuing any further with me.

To my delight, her beautiful ass was turned in my direction which gave me the opportunity to play peekaboo with her cute little asshole. I realize I may be biased, but my Mom has the prettiest asshole I've ever seen, far prettier than any porn-star's. I loved the brownish-maroon color of it, and how it puffed out into a little mound.

She heard my sigh, then she looked back at me and caught me staring. "Whatcha look'n at?" she giggled, already reaching back to spread her cheeks a little further apart for me.

"Mmm!" I muttered. "I probably shouldn't be this attracted to my own mother's asshole, should I?"

"Probably not," she teased.

"It almost looks like a miniature doughnut," I told her, making her laugh.

"A doughnut?" she giggled.

"A delicious doughnut, that is."

"You're silly."

"Can you do that clenching thing like you did in the tent this morning?"

"You mean this?" She flexed her asshole in and out a couple of times.

"God!" I sighed, "that's so sexy."

She giggled and flexed it in and out for me a few more times, then pushed it out as far as she could, letting me dazzle at the shiny-purple softness before she sucked it right back into a tight little knot.

"I love that," I mused.

"I love that you appreciate it as much as you do," she said, then turned and cat-crawled back to me. She took my hand and tugged me to the middle of the shower.

"Wait, what about the blow job?"

"You'll get your blow job, mister, but first I wanna try something," she told me. "Now, lie back", she ordered, giving my shoulders a playful shove.

I obediently laid back and sprawled out on the warm tiles. "Like this?" I asked her.

"Yep," she said, eyeing my steel rod pointed at the ceiling like a flag pole. "Now, pull your knees back a little."

I wasn't sure where she was going with this, but I didn't ask questions, and simply hooked my arms around my thighs, pulling my knees to my chest as if I were a Thanksgiving turkey.

Without warning, she gave my vulnerable ass a firm, SMACK!

"Ouch!" I yelped a little, lifting my head off the tiles to look her in the eyes. "What the heck was that for?"

"For showing me your butthole!" she scowled, in mock anger. "Don't you know there are consequences for showing me stuff like that."

"Ouch, Mom, that actually kinda hurt," I half-chuckled, rubbing the little handprint that she'd left on my ass cheek.

"Aww." She leaned in close and gave the red spot a tender, loving kiss. "Does it feel better when I kiss it like this?" she asked, in a soothing mom-voice.

My smile returned. "Yes," I told her, loving the feeling of her warm, soft lips on my ass cheek.

"How about this?" She leaned in closer and ran her tongue directly over my butthole.

"Oh fuck!" I gasped.

"I knew you'd like that," she giggled. "It tickles, doesn't it?"

"Holy shit, Mom, that felt incredible! I never would've expected that to feel that good!"

"I take it you've never had a girl eat your ass before?"

"No, never!" I exclaimed, suddenly wishing I had.

"It's called a rim-job," she clarified. "Would you like me to do it again?"

I nodded my head with a huge smile, letting her dive back in for more. Her warm breath felt amazing on my asshole, and my heart literally melted as I laid there, falling helplessly in love with her tongue-tickling skills. She expertly spiraled her tongue round and round my sensitive anal-ring, getting it nice and slobbery before pulling back and saying, "Now, have you ever had a finger up your butt?"

"WHAT?" I about choked. "No, never."

"Really?" She seemed surprised. "Not even, like, in the shower? Like, you've never gotten your finger all wet and slid it up there, just to see what it felt like?"

"Uh, no."

"Oh, I bet you'd love it," she insisted. "It feels really naughty, trust me!"

Before I could get another word out, she began sensually massaging the tip of her index finger around my asshole. "They say stimulating it like this will actually intensify your orgasms."

"Oh, that does feel good," I sighed. "Let me guess, you learned this from one of your online sex articles?"

She giggled, batting her eyelashes at me. "Oh you know me...quite the internet sex-pert these days."

I nodded, smiling at how adorable she looked teasing me while she tickled my sphincter. And I must say, it did feel really good.

"Hey, at least you get to be my guinea pig for all of these sex experiments," she noted, poking the very tip of her finger past my tightness.

"Ngh!" I tensed up in surprise. It was a unique sensation, and a novel one. "Wow! I can...ngh...definitely see how this would intensify an orgasm."

"I told you!" she laughed. "It feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yeah," I admitted.

"Do you want me to try going a little deeper?"

I nodded my consent, not even realizing how badly I wanted more until that moment.

Giggling, she slid her finger in deeper. "How's that feel, baby?" she asked me, wiggling it around a bit.

"God!" I sighed as my dick twitched in delight. "So good!"

She grinned, taking hold of my dick and tilting it to one side so that it lay flat against my thigh. Without warning, she leaned in close and latched her lips around the side of my dick, creating a vacuum-tight seal with her mouth.

"Mmm," I moaned as her lips began sucking, all the while her loving finger tickled my insides.

After a full minute of her sucking on the side of my dick like a flute, she pulled her face away. "Wow!" she gleamed, admiring her artwork. "I can't believe that actually worked.... Here, check it out!"

I lifted my head and looked down at my dick. There was a deep red, almost purplish mark tattooed on the side of it.

"A dick hickey," she giggled.

I started laughing as well. "You're so fucking kinky, Mom. I love it!"

"Language young man!" she cocked an eyebrow at me. "You know better than to talk dirty to your own mother!"

"Oh yeah," I chuckled. "Sorry, Mom."

"You'd better be sorry!" she played along. "Now, lie back so I can suck all your yummy cum straight out of your balls. I wanna feel it slide down my throat while I finger-fuck your asshole."

"Oh, fuck!"

"Language!" she teased, before literally slurping my dick back into her warm mouth.

My head rested on the wet tile as she had her way with me. After about a minute into the blow job, we heard another knock at the door.

"Honey?" came Dad's voice again.

"Ugh! Cock block," I muttered under my breath.

Mom heard my little complaint, and giggled as she withdrew from my cock to address Dad's voice. "What do you need, Honey? I'm still showering."

"Do you know where Danny is?"

"Uh, no. Did you check upstairs? I think he mentioned going to change. He's probably just upstairs changing clothes or something."

"No, he's not up there, I checked already," Dad confirmed, then opened the door and popped his head back in. "I can't find him anywhere."

"Well, I can assure you he's not in here with me," Mom giggled, secretly looking directly at me. "He's probably just outside grabbing something out of the shed or something."

"Yeah, probably," Dad agreed.

"I'm sure he'll be coming in soon, honey," Mom dismissed. "Now, can you please shut the door? You're letting all my steam out."

"Oh, sorry," Dad mumbled as he shut the door, unknowingly giving Mom and I the green light to be nasty again.

Just to be sure that he was gone, Mom scurried back over and peeked around the shower curtain.

"'Cock block,' huh?" she giggled at me, crawling back over to me.

"Uh...I didn't mean to say that."

"Yes you did," she giggled, then slurped my cock back into her mouth.

"Mmm." My head fell back in delight as her little finger poked right back into my ass. She went deeper this time, making me squirm in delight. "Oh fuck, Mom!" I whined, struggling to keep my voice down.

She applied even more pressure to my ass, burying her finger deeper, all the while bobbing her head up and down on my cock, letting my mushroom-head kiss the back of her throat.

"Oh, shit, Mom, that feels so good!"

She didn't hold anything back this time as she sucked so forcefully that her spongy cheeks caved in. "Mmm-hmm," she sang, humming a 'cum in my mouth' melody, all the while her loving finger pleasured my prostate.

"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum," I warned her, already feeling my balls churn in delight.

"Mmm-hmm!" she sang encouragingly, bobbing her head up and down a little faster, "Mmm-hmm mmm-hmm mmm-hmm."

"I'm gonna cum!" I warned her as my whole body trembled through the orgasmic wave of pleasure. "Oh fuck, mommy, you're gonna make me cum!"

"Mm-hmm!" she sang.

I couldn't hold back any longer, and I threw my hand over my mouth as my whole body tingled. "Ohh!" I wailed a muffled moan before letting loose with a torrent of cum down my mother's throat. I could feel my asshole clenching around her finger, which only made my orgasm feel that much better.

"Mmmm," Mom moaned in appreciation, receiving exactly what she'd asked for.

Her entire mouth danced along my cock as she rolled her tongue, milking out every last drop before pulling off with an ear-to-ear grin. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth, showing off her cum-painted-tongue to me like it was show and tell.

"I've been craving that all morning," she mumbled with a mouthful before closing her lips to let the gooey jizz slide down her throat. She then crawled alongside me, resting her head on my shoulder while she drew little circles into my chest. "So, what'd you think of your first prostate-pleasuring?" she asked me, genuinely curious.

"Gosh, Mom, that was like nothing I've ever experienced," I said. "It felt incredible."

She lifted her face to feed me a cute smile. "It works on girls, too, y'know."

Two minutes later I had Mom lying on her back with her toes curled in the air. "Oh, fuck, Danny!" she whined, her legs shaking, trying not to scream. "You're so fucking good at this."

I looked up from eating her pussy and smiled at her. She looked adorable with her glossy eyes and flushed cheeks, all the while my finger twirled around inside her ass.

"Oh fuck, baby," she whimpered as my finger messaged the velvety-smooth walls of her forbidden passage. "Don't stop!"

Diving back in, I sucked her slippery pussy-petals right back into my mouth, sucking the juice from them like a peach.
"Oh, honey, you're gonna make mommy cum," she whined, flexing her rosebud around my finger. "You're doing so good!"

"Mmm," I hummed in pride, making slurping sounds as I ate her pussy. I wished I could drink her peach juice by the gallon, but would have to settle for whatever I could suck off her petals.

"Ohhh Danny...Ohh fuck." She ground her pussy harder against my face.

My tongue clicked into overdrive, lapping faster and faster on her shivering pussy, making her whole body begin to spasm.

"Oh, honey, you're gonna make me cum. Suck my clit!"

I delicately peeled back the hood of her button and sucked on the nub.

"Oh, Danny!" she cried, then went completely silent.

I tongue-flicked her clit as fast as I could, and if it wasn't for her warm butt-hole-spasm around my finger, I would've thought she'd passed out.

"OH FUCK! I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, baby. Oh Danny, oh fuck, I'm cumming, baby!"

"Mmm." I nuzzled in for a drink.

She laid there for a good five minutes getting her breathing under control.

We then decided it was time to wash each others upper bodies next, before we used all the hot water up. We made quick work of soaping each other's backs, hair, then chests before rinsing off.

As we stepped out of the shower, I asked her, "What about Dad? What if he sees us come out of here together?"

"I'd thought about that, too," she told me, then said, "I'll go out first and throw a distraction. You stay in here, and in about a minute or so, turn the water back on and he'll assume you slipped in here while he wasn't looking."

I nodded, watching her quickly dry off.

She twisted a towel around her hair like a beehive and said "Wish me luck," before exiting the bathroom, completely naked.

I quickly put my ear to the door and listened for my cue to turn the water back on.

"Rebecca!" came Dad's disapproving tone, echoing through the door.

He usually only called Mom by her first name when he was serious.

"What?" Mom remained calm. "Do you not like seeing me naked anymore, or what?"

"Of course I do," Dad scoffed, "but what if the kids were to walk out here right now? They'd be mortified!"

"Oh please," Mom giggled, "Molly has seen me naked thousands of times, and you heard it from Danny himself; he's seen boobs before."

"That doesn't mean he needs to see his own mother's, of all people's!"

"Yeah, well, I hear you didn't have a problem showing off in front of your daughter yesterday...she tells me you whipped your dick out right in front of her in the boat yesterday."

"That's not at all what happened!" he exclaimed, going straight into defense mode. "I was standing to pee, then lost my balance and I accidentally fell over. I never meant for Molly to see me like that!"

"Relax, Honey," Mom said calmingly. "She didn't make a big deal of it, she just said it was kinda funny seeing how flustered you got."

"She did?"

"Yeah. She said your face went beet red - kinda like it is right now, I'm presume."

I realized this was Mom's way of launching 'Operation, hook Dad up with Molly,' and I thought it was funny how well she sold it.

"See?" Mom's voice chirped. "Danny just walked into the bathroom behind you just now and he didn't make a fuss about me standing here like this."

That was my cue! I quickly went to the shower and turned the water on, letting it run for about ten minutes while I brushed my teeth, cleaned my ears, and shaved my face.

"There he is!" Mom smiled up at me as I exited the bathroom wrapped in nothing but a towel. "Grab yourself a plate, breakfast is ready."

She was fully dressed at this point, sitting next to Dad at the kitchen table, which boasted a large stack of pancakes as its centerpiece.

"Well, I better jump in the shower before your sister comes down and steals all my hot water," Dad chuckled, excusing himself from the table.

Mom waited for the sound of the shower water to turn back on before crawling into my lap. We exchanged naughty grins when suddenly the familiar creeking sound of an old wooden ladder caused us to look over and catch sight of Molly lazily crawling down from the loft. She was dressed in nothing but a cute tank top and a matching pair of panties.

"Well good morning, sleepyhead," Mom teased her. "I was wondering if you were ever gonna get up."

Molly grumbled an inaudible greeting, stumbling into the kitchen like a zombie.

"Morning, sis."

"Morning," she grumbled, then said, "Wait, I thought you were going fishing with Dad today?"

"Well, that was the plan," I said, making a gesture at the sliding glass door. "But so much for doing anything outside today."

Molly glanced over and saw the raindrops beading down the glass. "Bummer," she sympathized. "I guess you're stuck inside with me and Mom today."

"I guess so," I said with a smile.

Molly giggled. "You two fucked last night, didn't you?"

"Whaaat?" Mom feigned innocence. "Molly, what makes you think I would do something like that?"

"Because you have that freshly-fucked glow to you," Molly pointed out.

"Do I?" Mom smirked, neither confirming nor denying the accusation.

"God, I knew you two were gonna have sex out there," Molly laughed, "I just knew it!"

"Before you go judging us, miss Molly, let's talk about this little Dad-crush of yours..."

Molly rolled her eyes. "Oh my God, stop! I do not have a crush on Dad!"

"Oh I think you do have a crush on Dad."

"I do not!"

"No?" Mom called her bluff. "Then why did you sneak a peek at him in the boat yesterday?"

Molly's cheeks began to blush as she seemingly re-lived the encounter in her own head. "I'm probably going to hell for that, aren't I?" she joked.

"Probably," Mom teased her.

"God! What's wrong with me?" Molly continued. "What kind of sicko tries to gawk at her own father's penis?"

"Probably any girl whose father has as big a dick as yours has," Mom told her. "Trust me, I'm sure you're not the only one."

Molly blushed a shade darker. "Well, Is it bad that I kind of wanna see it again?"

Mom giggled a bit. "Is it bad? Yeah, probably. Do I blame you? Nope, not at all. I'd probably try to peek at my dad's dick, too, if it were that big. Hell, I'd try to peek at it every chance I got."

"Oh my gosh, Mom, that's so wrong!" Molly giggled, then her smile went coy. "Well, is it?"

"Is what?" Mom asked

"Grandpa's dick," Molly clarified. "Is it big?"

"Oh...I honestly don't know...perhaps I should try sneaking a peek at it sometime."

"God, Mom, they probably make special rooms at the psych ward for girls like us."

"Probably," Mom agreed, "but who cares? We're just curious girls. I think it's good to be a little curious sometimes."

Molly took a moment to search for the right words. "I wish I could just see Dad's for like a second or two longer next time. Yesterday, he turned around so fast that I was only able to see it for a split second, plus it was all floppy and stuff. I wanna see him hard, just once. That's not weird, is it?"

The light bulb suddenly went off in Mom's head. "I've got an idea!" she said. "What if we talked him into a game, like strip poker or something?"

"Yeah right," Molly laughed, "Dad would never agree to that, he's too modest."

"Perhaps a little liquid courage might loosen him up," Mom suggested, as the gears turned in her head. "I mean, it'll still take some convincing, of course, there's no doubt about that, but I think the two of us could smooth-talk him into it. What do you say?"

Molly studied Mom's face for a moment, trying to detect sarcasm, "You're actually serious, aren't you?"

"Of course," Mom smiled, confident in her own abilities. "I think you forget how persuasive I can be."

It was true. Mom had a way with words like no one else, but I doubted she could actually pull this one off. Dad was too straight-laced; I didn't think there was any way he'd get naked in front of Molly, or even me for that matter.

Molly was already all-in. "Mom, I seriously think I'd die if we somehow convinced Dad to strip for us," she said, then trailed off, as if picturing it in her head. "That would be like the greatest accomplishment ever!"

Mom giggled. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens then, won't we."

"Eek! I'm so excited!" Molly clapped, then scurried over to the ladder and climbed back up to the loft. As she ascended the ladder, her butt poked out making her panties ride up a bit. I couldn't look away even if I wanted to.

"Checking out your sister's ass are ya?"

"Sorry," I chuckled. "At least she's wearing panties this time."

Mom cocked an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"

I spent a moment telling Mom what'd happened in the hot tub after she'd left Molly and I alone the night before.

"That little slut!" Mom chided. "I guess I can't leave her alone for one second, can I?"

"No, I guess not," I chuckled.

"And YOU, Mr. not-so-innocent...you spanked her bare ass?"

"Hey, I didn't have a choice! She broke the rules. Someone had to dish out the consequences..."

"Uh huh." Mom smiled coyly. "And I'm sure you didn't enjoy touching her hot little bottom one bit either, did you?"

"Well, I wouldn't go that far."

"You guys realize I can hear you, right?" Molly said, climbing back down from the loft. She had a towel in one hand, and Mom's big black dildo gripped in her other hand. "This here Roger and I have some things to take care of in the shower," she giggled, pointing the dildo named after Dad at us like a magic wand.

Just then, the bathroom door swung open and Dad stepped out from the fog like a rock star. Mom quickly flew out of my lap so that Dad wouldn't see us sitting like that. Luckily for us, his attention was already focused elsewhere.

"Molly!" he exclaimed, "what exactly are you wearing?" He was more concerned with his eighteen-year-old daughter's choice in sleepwear - or lack thereof.

Molly glanced down at herself dressed in panties and a tanktop, then back up at Dad. "Sorry," she apologized. "I thought you and Danny would be gone fishing by now."

"Oh," Dad softened his tone, then narrowed his eye's. "Why is your arm behind your back? Are you hiding something?"

"Of course not," Molly replied, side-stepping past him into the bathroom. "I'm just gonna jump in the shower now, if that's okay with you."
Lake Timberland Ch. 07
An evening surprise...
DAY FIVE AFTERNOON


After Molly's shower, she hurriedly climbed to her loft then returned seconds later dressed in nothing but a pair of skimpy booty shorts and a matching tank top, looking stunning, of course, with her freshly shampooed hair.

It didn't take me long to realize that Mom had been right about Molly's deliberate teasing towards Dad. Molly found every excuse to bend over in front of him, and strangely, he didn't seem to mind. After relentlessly teasing him all day, Molly finally put her and Mom's plan into motion later that evening.

"I'm so bored," Molly complained, gazing out at the raindrops streaming down the window. "There's never anything to do on a stormy day."

"You know there's a whole closet filled with games, right?"

Molly turned her head in the direction Mom was pointing. "Oh yeah!" she exclaimed, her spirits immediately lifted. "How did I forget about those?"

I found it amusing how effortlessly Molly slipped into the role of an airhead teenager as if this hadn't been scripted by her and Mom hours earlier.

As planned, Molly jumped up and eagerly skipped over to the game closet, suggesting various game titles. "Candy Land," she proposed first.

I let out a chuckle. "Come on, Molly, we're not five years old anymore."

"You're right," she giggled. "How about Monopoly?"

"Nah, that game takes forever," objected Dad.

"Hmm," Molly pondered, scanning the closet for more options. "There's a deck of cards here. Does anyone know any fun card games?"

"Isn't there a set of poker chips in there, too?" Mom proposed. "We could always try our luck at poker."

"You guys...play poker?" Dad laughed, already anticipating our impending doom.

Dad had played in a regular game of poker every Wednesday night at his friend Greg's house, so you could say he was far better than the rest of us.

"Hey, I'm not scared," I told him. "I play poker sometimes back at school. I bet I could give you a run for your money."

Dad simply chuckled at me.

"Well, I would have no idea how to play poker," said Molly.

"We'll teach you," Mom offered. "It'll be fun."

"Okay then," Molly smiled, retrieving the poker chips from the top shelf. She brought them to the kitchen table, then claimed her seat.

The rest of us grabbed our drinks, then joined her.

Mom took a second to give Molly a brief summary of the rules while Dad began divvying out the chips -- four ways.

Once Molly received her initial five-card hand, she picked them up and said, "So, having two cards of the same number is considered good, correct?"

Dad chuckled. "Yes, it's called a pair, but the idea is to not let anyone know what's in your hand. Unless you're bluffing, of course."

"Bluffing?" Molly questioned, unfamiliar with poker lingo. "What's bluffing?"

"Bluffing is where you try to make us think that you have something worth betting on, when really, you don't have anything at all."

"Oh..." Molly nodded, and soon the cards were dealt and everyone threw in a few chips.

"All right, flip 'em over!" Mom announced, then we all laid our cards face up on the table.

"Cha-ching!" Dad teased us, winning the first round with an impressive straight. He raked his chips in like a big-shot hustler, making the rest of us laugh at his goofiness.

"Take it easy there, Mr. Las Vegas," Mom teased him, "the rest of us are still amateurs here."

Dad laughed, reshuffling the deck before dealing out the next round of cards. Once I'd received my five cards, I picked them up and found myself looking down at another lousy hand.

"Awesome, three aces!" I lied, wearing my best poker face.

"Ugh!" Molly complained, "well I guess that means I'm folding then."

"He's just bluffing," Dad whispered, shooting me an amused smirk.

I kept a straight face, sliding four chips forward to the middle of the table. "Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not."

Molly quickly narrowed her eyes at me, calling my bluff. "I see your dollar, big brother, and I'll raise you two more dollars," she said, carelessly throwing twelve chips into the pot like it was nothing.

"I fold," Mom giggled, tossing her cards aside.

Dad then tossed his away, too.

I knew my hand was worthless, but this was all in good fun, so I threw in the additional eight chips, then flopped my cards down.

"I knew it!" Molly cried, celebrating her winning hand; a measly pair of fours.

"Yeah, yeah. Beginner's luck," I chided with an eye roll.

Dad reshuffled the deck, and the game continued. The next five rounds resulted in either Dad, or myself winning, then collecting our chips with cocky grins. As the game went on, the girls never seemed to know when to hold'em or when to fold'em. They just kept making foolish bets, then shrugging it off with their adorable giggles. As a result, their chip stacks rapidly diminished to almost nothing.

"I'm getting my ass kicked over here," Molly complained. She looked over at Mom and asked, "Can we team up as, like, an all-girls team? I don't stand a chance on my own."

"You can't do that," interjected Dad.

"Oh, sure we can, Roger," Mom said, already sliding her chair up next to Molly's. "Besides, with both of our chips combined, we're barely making a full stack."

Dad let out a chuckle, realizing Wednesday night poker rules didn't apply there at the cabin.

The next hand was dealt and Dad won with a pair of kings. I won the next hand with queens, and then the girls pulled off an impressive win with a full house.

"Girl power!" Molly chanted, high-fiving Mom before collecting their winnings.

The girls' luck ran out after that, and they lost the next four hands in a row. They were nearly bankrupt, until the next hand was dealt, and they suddenly seemed more confident. Dad had folded, and it was down to me vs. them.

"We'll call your dollar, bro," Molly said to me, sliding the last of her and Mom's chips into the pot, "and we'll raise you chores for a week."

"Chores for a week?" I chuckled. "How would that even work?"

"It's simple. If you win, Mom and I will do your chores for a week, and if we win, then you have to do my chores for a week."

I glanced down at my hand, praying that my three nines would be strong enough to beat whatever they had, and hopefully wipe that smug grin off Molly's face.

"Make it two weeks, and we have a deal," I countered.

"Fine, two weeks," Molly agreed, then laid their cards down.

"Ugh! Two pairs?" I groaned in mock disgust. "That's almost as good as...THREE OF A KIND," I chanted, laying my cards down, declaring victory over them.

"Ugh!" Molly slumped her shoulders in defeat. "I thought we had you for sure."

Since the girls were out of chips, they'd technically lost, and should've been out, but Dad still dealt them in, so they just continued betting whatever their imaginations could come up with. After a few rounds, I'd won Mom's front-seat privileges for the drive home, then Dad won thirty minutes of yard work out of Molly.

"I think this calls for another celebratory drink," Dad announced, holding his empty glass up in the air after winning the yard chores.

"Allow me," Molly quickly offered, jumping up out of her chair and grabbing the glass from Dad's fingers.

We all knew Dad had stashed a small bottle of bourbon whiskey in the cabinet under the kitchen sink, so Molly quickly went to retrieve it. She made sure that Dad had the best view possible as she bent over, putting her ass in his direct line of sight. In her bent over position, her shorts rode up and the bottom swells of her ass cheeks peaked out. It was captivating, to say the least.

"Oh, here it is," Molly chirped, after finding the buried treasure. She stayed in her bent-over position as she turned to show us the small bottle of whiskey, then she giggled as she noticed Dad's jaw practically touching the floor. "Is this what you had in mind for a celebratory drink, Dad?"

Dad cleared his throat. "Um, yeah, yes, that's precisely what I had in mind."

"Would you like ice with it?"

"Yes, please."

"Okay," Molly smiled, standing up and bouncing over to the refrigerator. She opened the freezer and the frigid air immediately hardened her nipples, or at least they did in my imagination. "Three cubes, right, Daddy?"

Dad swiftly looked up from her ass. "Yes, three cubes."

Hearing her slip the word 'daddy' in there was amusing to me, since we hadn't called him that in years.

Molly dropped three cubes into the glass, making them clink against the sides. She then brought the glass over to the counter and set it down as she picked up the bottle of potent whiskey. She twisted the cap off, then, Just to be cute, she lifted the spout to her nostrils and gave it a quick sniff. "Gosh, Dad, I don't know how you drink this stuff," she said with an exaggerated sour face. She poured the whiskey over the cubes, nevertheless, filling the glass to the halfway mark, then she held it up for Dad's inspection. "Is this enough?"

"A little more, please."

Molly nodded, then poured in another shot or two. "How's that?"

"Perfect!"

Molly carefully carried the nearly full glass over to the table, making sure not to spill a drop. "Here you go," she smiled, handing Dad the glass, "one whiskey, on the rocks, just the way you like it."

"Thanks," he said, retrieving the glass from her fingers. He immediately tipped it back for a healthy sip...then another...then another. He'd drank nearly half of it before dealing out the next round of cards.

I picked up my five cards and determined I had nothing better than an ace high, so I folded, letting Dad and the girls battle that next round.

"Hmm," the girls studied their cards, pondering what would be an ppropriate wager for their five cards.

"I have an idea," Mom announced, turning her attention towards Dad. "If you win, Roger, I'll take my shirt off for you, and if we win, then you have to take your shirt off for us."

"C'mon, Rebecca, you can't take your shirt off in front of our children!" he exclaimed, trying to nip that idea in the bud.

"Oh lighten up, they're not children anymore. When I was Molly's age, my friends and I used to play strip poker all the time."

"This isn't some sorority party, Rebecca, this is our family cabin. We're not going to get naked in front of our children, for crying out loud!"

"Who said anything about getting naked?" Mom laughed. "I just said our shirts. That's not getting naked."

Dad paused for a moment, seemingly lost in his thoughts. He glanced over at me, then quickly back at Mom. "I'm sure Danny doesn't want to see his mother with her breasts out."

"A little late for that," Mom laughed. "Need I remind you about the wet t-shirt contest we had this morning."

"Wait what?" Molly chimed in. "What wet t-shirt contest?"

"On the walk home from our tent this morning, my pajama top got completely soaked. Let's just say poor Danny ended up getting quite an eyeful, didn't you, sweetie?"

"Yeah, you could say that," I chuckled, "you're top didn't leave much to the imagination, that's for sure!"

Mom giggled. "I sure hope I didn't scar you for life."

"Hey, If anyone is scarred for life, it's me!" Molly snickered. "You should've seen the eyeful Dad gave ME in the boat yesterday."

Dad's eyes suddenly grew as wide as saucers as he shot Molly a look of horror. "Sweetie, I, uh-"

"It's fine, Dad, I'm only teasing you."

That didn't seem to make Dad feel any better. "Listen, sweetie, I'm deeply sorry that happened out there. It was an accident, I promise. Trust me, I'm just as embarrassed about it as you are."

"I'm not embarrassed," objected Molly.

"You're not?"

"No. I mean, I could've just looked away as soon as I saw it, but I didn't, so technically that makes me more guilty than you," she admitted, then suddenly realized how naughty of a confession that was and started blushing. "Oh God! I can't believe I just told you that!"

Dad's face also reddened. "Let's just forget that ever happened."

"That's not exactly something a girl just forgets," Mom chimed in. "I mean, you do have a rather large cock, Roger - quite memorable to her, I'm sure."

"Rebecca!"

"Well, you do!" Mom insisted, then turned to Molly for backup. "You saw it. Tell me I'm wrong."

"God, Mom, we shouldn't be having this conversation, but yeah, Dad, it was pretty big."

Dad fell silent, though I could tell by the underlying smirk on his face that he rather enjoyed that compliment.

"Well, I think it's safe to say that none of our heads are going to explode if someone loses a shirt, or even their pants for that matter," Mom said, looking around the table at each of us. "Can we all agree on that?"

"Yes," Molly agreed first, giving her consent.

I simply nodded too, trying not to come off eager. I'm not sure what was going through Dad's mind at that moment, but I hoped whatever it was, it wouldn't spoil the fun I was having with mom. I knew it was selfish of me to think like that, but I couldn't help how I felt.

"I mean, we are on vacation after all," Mom added, "I think we're allowed to show a little skin in the comfort of our cabin, am I right?"

Again, Molly and I nodded along, and then so did Dad, thankfully. Before any of us could get another word out, he flopped his cards onto the table, revealing a straight flush. "I can tell you which one of us will not be losing their shirt," he stated, humoring us with a sudden change in tone.

"Well, I guess that settles that," Mom giggled, not even hesitating before tossing her cards aside and tugging her top off.

I had to suppress a gasp as Mom's glorious nipples came into view and instantly stole my attention. They looked as beautiful as always, staring back at me from across the table. I couldn't wait to wrap my lips around them again later that night.

"Mom, how have you always had such nice tits?" Molly asked aloud. "How have they stayed so perky over the years?"

"I dunno." Mom shrugged. "Good genes, I guess."

Molly snickered. "I hope that means my tits will be as nice as yours when I'm your age."

Mom cocked an eyebrow, "You calling me old, young lady?"

"No!" Molly giggled. "I'm just saying I hope I take after you in the chest department one day."

"You will," Mom promised her.

Suddenly, I remembered I wasn't supposed to be drooling over my mother's glorious titties, and quickly averted my eyes.

It didn't take long for the four of us to settle back into a friendly game of poker, all the while Mom's perky tits graced us with their presence. As Dad dealt the next hand, I noticed he'd kept stealing glances at Mom's nipples, making it apparent that he still had manly lusts.

I think Molly was jealous because when it came time to bet again, she said, "Can we bet my shirt this time?"

I think Dad felt compelled to protest, though it came out weakly. "Sweetie, you don't have to take your top off in front of me."

"What makes you assume I'm going to lose?" Molly challenged him, cocking her eyebrow. "Perhaps you'll be the one taking your shirt off in front of me, Dad."

"We'll see about that," Dad chuckled, taking another sip of his whiskey, before laying hearts down on the table.

"Oh," was all Molly said, before revealing her losing pair of sevens. "Does that mean you win?"

"Yeah," Dad told her with a little chuckle, and before he could say anything else, her tank top went sailing through the air, landing on the floor next to Mom's shirt.

"Jesus," Dad gasped, his eyes drawn to Molly's beautiful pink nips like a vortex.

"What?" Molly laughed, making her boobs jiggle on her chest. "I lost, didn't I?"

"I think your father is just impressed by how nice your tits are," Mom suggested.

"I did not say that," Dad quickly interjected.

"You didn't have to," Mom teased him. "It's written all over your face."

"It is not!"

"So you're saying our daughter hasn't turned into a beautiful young lady?"

"NO! I mean, yes, of course she has, but."

"But what?" You don't think her tits are nice?"

"Rebecca..."

"It's fine, Dad," Molly waved it off, saving him from having to answer that out loud.

Molly then wrapped her arm around Mom's shoulder for a sideways hug, letting her side boob mash against Mom's. "We may not be the best team, but we're for sure the cutest, right, Dad?"

I think seeing how relaxed the girls were, made Dad relax. He couldn't help but smile at them. "I guess I can't argue with that," he admitted, taking another sip of much-needed whiskey.

Another round was dealt, and I had to peel my eyes away from the girls' distracting nipples just to look down at my cards. I noticed that I had nothing, so I quickly folded, leaving it up to Dad and the girls to make the next move.

"We'll bet pants this round," Molly announced during the betting stage. "If you win, Mom will remove her yoga pants, and if we win, Dad, you gotta lose your shorts."

"Now wait a minute here," Dad objected, "I thought we were doing tops only."

"Roger, it's fine," Mom told him. "I'm wearing underwear, which is no different from me in a pair of bikini bottoms."

Dad seemed to agree; at least, he didn't protest any further.

As it turned out, Dad's pair of aces came up short, and Mom and Molly actually won that round with a five-card straight.

"Yay!" Molly triumphantly danced in her seat, making her boobs jiggle on her chest.

Dad nervously laughed as he looked at Molly, then at Mom. "This is getting out of hand, don't you think?"

"Oh Roger, It's not that big of a deal," Mom assured him. "We've all seen you in your underwear before."

This was true, seeing Dad in his tighty-whities wasn't exactly a rare occasion.

"Yeah, but," Dad trailed off, looking down at his lap, then back up at Mom.

"Let me guess, you have a boner?"

"REBECCA!"

"What?" Mom giggled, glancing down at hers and Molly's exposed titties. "At this point, I think Molly and I would be offended if you DIDN'T have a boner."

We all erupted in laughter, even Dad, ironically.

"Dad, I see you in your underwear all the time at home," Molly reasoned with him. "I promise it won't bother me, even if you do have a boner."

Dad awkwardly studied Molly's face for a silent moment. "Are you sure?" he asked her, sincerely.

"Yes, I'm sure," Molly reassured him with a straight face, masking her true excitement.

Dad let out a sigh, pushing aside any inhibitions as he slowly rose from his chair and clumsily unbuttoned the fly of his denim dad-shorts. "Here goes nothing," he muttered, letting them fall to his ankles.

"I knew it!" Mom cried, pointing out the impressive bulge in Dad's underwear, which Molly already had in her crosshairs.

"Wow! It looks even bigger than it did in the boat yesterday!" Molly blurted out, instantly giggling with embarrassment.

Shaking his head in mild discomfort, Dad responded, "Molly, you shouldn't say things like that."

"Sorry," Molly giggled, unable to take her eyes off the impressive bulge. "I'm just being honest."

Dad stepped out of his shorts, returned to his seat, and began shuffling the cards. Little did he know, this unexpected turn of events had been planned by Mom and Molly much earlier that day.

The next ten minutes flew by. Mom was the next to strip down to her underwear, followed by me, and then Molly.

"Jesus," Dad huffed, once Molly had taken off her shorts and revealed her small white panties. "I think I need another drink."

"Don't worry, Dad," Molly quickly offered, kicking her shorts to the side. She grabbed his empty glass and headed towards the kitchen cabinet.

This time, she purposely took her time getting the bottle of whiskey from under the sink, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. I couldn't help but imagine burying my face in her little camel toe, inhaling deeply.

"You're such a tease," Mom playfully teased her.

Molly giggled in response as she brought the bottle to the counter, poured the drink, and handed it to Dad. "Here you go."
"Thanks," he said, cracking a guilty little smile. Despite his reservations, I could tell he was beginning to grow comfortable in his own skin, much like the rest of us. Perhaps it was just the whiskey helping him loosen up, but then again, maybe it wasn't.

"I'm folding," I announced, disappointed by yet another lousy hand.

"We'll bet panties this time!" Molly proposed, as if any of us had anything left to wager.

Surprisingly, Dad didn't even object. "I'll take that bet," he chuckled, revealing three jacks, causing Molly's smile to widen even further.

"Better luck next time, Dad!" she laughed, flipping over a ten-high flush. "We win!"

Dad's eyes got big, shooting Mom a look of horror. "You don't actually expect me to get completely naked now, do you?"

"Oh please!" Mom nonchalantly waved it off as if it were nothing. "They've already seen what you're hiding, Roger, it's not that big of a deal, honestly."

"Actually, Mom, it was a BIG deal," Molly emphasized, "at least that's how it looked in the boat yesterday."

Dad was taken aback and gave Molly a sharp look. "Listen, sweetheart, it's important that no one finds out about you seeing me like that," he pleaded.

"I understand. It'll be our little secret. I promise!"

Dad sighed, glancing around the room briefly to compose himself. Then, as if ripping off the bandaid, he slowly rose from his chair, putting his lower half to Molly's eye level once again.

Molly stifled a giggle, fixated on the bulge just a few feet from her, tempting her to reach out and touch it.

With a heavy sigh, Dad looked around the table at each of us before placing his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear. "I'm serious, you guys," he repeated. "Nobody is to find out about any of this!"

"None of us will breathe a word to anyone," Mom assured him.

Dad sighed again, and then swiftly shucked his tighty-whities to his ankles.

Molly gasped, awestruck by the largest dick she'd ever laid eyes on. "Wow, Dad, that definitely is a big deal."

Dad's face reddened with embarrassment, but I sensed a hint of pride in his eyes as he peered down at himself. "Uh...thanks, I suppose," he muttered, turning his gaze back to Molly.

"My goodness, Dad, how big is that?" Molly asked, still fixated on his thick, veiny shaft and the dark-purplish tip throbbing before her. She tried not to frown as he scoffed and quickly took his seat.

"He's exactly eight inches," Mom revealed. "I actually have a dildo that is an exact replica of it."

"Come on, Rebecca, there's no need for her to know about that!"

"Oh, Roger, it's all right," Mom assured him, downplaying the naughtiness. "She's an adult woman now, she can handle it."

Molly played along with a shocked expression, pretending as if she hadn't already known about the dildo, or that it wasn't currently hidden beneath her bed. "So you mean to say that you had a dildo made that exact size, like, that big?"

"Yes. I ordered it online," Mom clarified. "There's a website that customizes dildos to any size you want."

"Really? You can actually do that?"

"Absolutely!" Mom smiled. "It's the twenty-first century, you can do just about anything you want on the internet these days. I thought it was intriguing, so one night your father and I measured his erection, placed an order, and it arrived at our doorstep a few weeks later."

"God! I can only imagine how big that packaging must've been!"

"It was indeed gigantic!" Mom laughed. "I'll have to show it to you sometime."

I couldn't believe Dad was allowing this conversation to be had. I knew it was all for his benefit, but I felt mildly guilty of the snowball of lies we were creating right under his nose.

Molly, however, just kept it right on rollin'.

"Have you guys ever played truth or dare?" she asked us, as if it hadn't been an ongoing game between her and Mom and I since night one of vacation, progressing in naughtiness by the day.

"I don't think I've played that game since high school," Mom lied.

"It's SO much fun!" Molly insisted.

"Well if we're gonna switch to that game, we ought to move this party out to the hot tub," Mom suggested, gesturing at the sliding glass door, where the rainwater was no longer streaming down the glass. "I think we could all use a little fresh air."

"Great idea!" Molly chirped in agreement.

"Why don't you boys head out first and take the cover off the tub? Molly and I will clean up in here quick."

I assumed Mom wanted to regroup with Molly after their first plan had worked out even better than they probably expected it to. I could only imagine what they'd scheme up next.

Outside, Dad and I swiftly removed the hot tub's insulated cover, then settled into the warm water. We sat on opposite bench seats, sitting directly across from each other.

"Some night, huh?" Dad muttered, breaking the awkward silence before taking a sip of whiskey.

"No kidding," I agreed. I wasn't sure what else to say to that. I was already anxious enough, having to keep him company after everything that'd happened that night. I wished I could be honest with him and chat with him like old pals, tell him all about the new girl in my life and the wild stuff she'd been doing to me, but I knew that would be suicidal. Fortunately, I didn't have to chew on those thoughts for long because soon enough, the sliding glass door opened and out stepped the topless cuties.

"BUBBLES!" I hollered.

Both girls playfully grinned at me before going their separate ways. Mom went to start the bubbles while Molly quickly got into the hot tub, claiming a seat next to Dad.

"Now, where were we?" Molly asked, jumping right back into the game.

"You were just about to ask your father truth or dare," Mom teased them, sliding into the water next to me.

"Oh yes," Molly chirped, turning her gaze towards Dad. "Truth or dare?"

Dad pondered for a brief moment, then decided, "Oh, what the hell. I choose dare."

"That's the spirit!" Molly cheered. She thought for a brief moment, then grinned as an idea came to her. "I dare you to crawl out of the water and hop around like a bunny."

"Did I say dare?" Dad chuckled nervously. "I meant to say truth."

"I don't think so," Molly playfully retorted, wagging her finger at him. "You've already locked in your answer, Mr. Bunny Rabbit."

"This is ridiculous" he chuckled, rolling his eyes a bit before rising out of the water.

As Molly watched with a widening smile, Dad hoisted himself onto the edge of the tub, giving her another close-up glimpse of his giant dick.

"This is gonna be fantastic," Molly marveled.

"I still can't believe you girls are talking me into doing these things," Dad said, climbing out of the water, completely naked. He put a little distance between himself and the tub, then crouched down like a bunny rabbit with his hands up. I'm sure he felt as silly as he looked, hopping around in a circle.

Molly watched in awe as Dad bounced. His heavy boner would fly up, slapping against his abdomen, before gravity took back over and bounced it off his thighs. That happened five times before he'd had enough.

"Happy now?" he asked, hopping back to the tub, blushing.

"Mmm-hmm," Molly murmured, watching him climb back into the water. She tried not to frown as his dick disappeared under the bubbles again. "Okay, Dad, it's your turn to choose someone now."

Dad looked around the tub, trying to decide among the three of us. At least that's what it looked like, though I couldn't imagine him not trying to get revenge on Molly.

"Molly," he decided. "Truth or dare?"

"Umm...truth."

He pondered for only a brief moment before asking, "Uh, what's your bra size? Can I ask you that?"

"Of course, you can," she smiled, then reached up and cupped the underside of her boobs, redirecting his attention towards them. "I wear a size thirty-four double D."

"Oh, um, all right," was all he responded, still not entirely comfortable with his daughter's full, naked breasts completely exposed as they were.

"Do you like how big they are?" Molly asked him, glancing down at herself. "I know they're not as big as Mom's, but they're still nice, don't you think?"

"They're beautiful," he said, allowing his inner devil to speak. "I mean, yes, they're fine, sweetheart."

"Thanks," she gushed, removing her hands and allowing her tits to hang free.

From my seat, they looked extra perky, probably due to the way she was thrusting them out for Dad. Her pink nipples protruded noticeably, directly confronting him with their gaze. I could only speculate what must've crossed his mind at that particular moment.

"Mom," announced Molly, turning in our direction. "Truth or dare?"

"Umm, truth!"

"How long after you and Dad started dating did you guys first have sex?"

"Oh, come on!" Dad finally objected. "You don't need to know that, Molly."

"It's okay, Roger," Mom reassured him. "I actually appreciate that she feels comfortable enough to ask us these kinds of questions," Mom continued, then turned to address Molly. "Your father was quite the gentleman, believe it or not. He waited a full two weeks after our first date before asking me for sex."

Molly gazed dreamily at Dad, as if he were Prince Charming or something.

"Danny," Mom declared, locking eyes with me. "Truth or dare?"

I didn't even have to think about it. I was beyond ready for the excitement to begin. "Dare," I replied.

"Dare, huh?" Mom said, taking a moment to think before saying, "I think I speak for all of us when I say we want to see you hop around like a little bunny now."

I laughingly hoisted myself up and out of the water, planting my bare feet firmly on the ground next to the tub. I hopped to the middle of the deck, then tried to be funny by whipping around like a stealthy ninja, which indeed, gained the crowd's attention. I noticed all eyes had gone straight to my crotch, so I followed their gaze, then realized why; My wet boxers were clinging to my erection, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. My dick looked like it'd been vacuum-sealed into an airtight bag.

"I think we're gonna need to get you a new pair of swimming trunks," Mom teased me.

"Why?" I struck a silly pose with my hands on my hips. "What's wrong with this pair?"

"You'll be beating all the girls at the rec center away with a bat if you try wearing that at school."

I laughingly hunched over and hopped around like a bunny again, making the girls giggle at my junk flopping around in my boxers. After about ten hops, I returned to the tub and climbed back into the water.

"Molly," I declared, shooting her a challenging smirk. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," she answered.

"Hmm," I thought out loud, trying to think of a question that would keep the game going in the right direction, then it came to me. "Do you watch porn?"

"Of course," she admitted. "Doesn't everyone?"

"I think the real question is...how often?" Mom asked her.

Molly had to pause to think about that. "At least once or twice a week," she admitted.

Her confession made me wonder what kind of porn she watched, speculating it to be daddy-daughter videos. I opened my mouth to ask her, but as I did, I noticed she'd already turned back towards Dad. "Truth or dare?" she asked him.

"I guess I'll go with truth this time," he answered, playing it safe.

"Do you and Mom ever watch porn, like, together?"

"No," came his quick response.

"Yes we do!" Mom chimed in, shooting him a look. "Well, we used to anyway."

Mom then looked at Molly. "I suppose It's been a while, but yes, your father and I used to watch porn together all the time."

"Really?" Molly questioned. "When was this?"

"It was before you and Danny were even born."

"What kind of porn did you guys watch?" Molly asked, fishing for more details.

"Well, back in those days, the internet wasn't what it is today, so we had to be happy with whatever we could rent from the local video store."

"Video store?"

"Now you're just making us feel old," Dad laughed. "You know, a video store, where we used to take you guys to rent movies when you were little."

"Oh yeah!" Molly seemed to suddenly remember. "Wait, they had porn there?"

"Yeah, or at least they did at the store your mother and I went to. There was a whole corner sectioned off in the basement with nothing but porn."

"That's hilarious. So, like, what happened, once Danny and I were born, you guys just stopped?"

Dad simply shrugged, lacking an actual answer. "I guess we just sort of grew out of it."

"Grow out of porn?" Molly questioned. "Dad, I doubt that's even possible. Everyone likes porn."

"True," Mom chimed back in.

"Well, what types of videos would you guys watch?"

"We only had so many options," Mom reminded her. "It wasn't like it is today, where you just type whatever you want into your smartphone, then bam, a thousand videos pop up."

"So, like, which videos did you guys watch?" Molly asked, growing painfully curious.

"Well, I don't remember any of the names of them, but believe me, they were almost always super cheesy. They did, however, make for some hot and steamy foreplay."

"Okay, okay," Dad interrupted, "I don't think she needs to know everything about us."

Molly just giggled, redirecting her smile from Mom to Dad. "I guess it's your turn to choose someone then."

"I choose you," Dad told her, returning her a smile. "Truth or dare, kiddo?"

"Hmm..." Molly thought for a moment, then decided, "Truth. Ask me anything you want, Dad."

"Anything?"

"Yep! Anything! I'll tell you whatever you wanna know."

"Uhh..." He seemed hesitant to ask at first, then threw caution to the wind. "Do you ever masturbate?"

"All the time!" Molly giggled. "Doesn't everyone?"

"Yeah," he admitted, and for the next little while, the two of them flirted back and forth, getting to know each other on a more personal level. It seemed to me like they were getting lost in their own little world on their side of the tub. They seemed to exchange more and more laughs with each passing turn. At some point, the jets had shut off, making the bubbles dissipate, but no one volunteered to reset them. I think we all appreciated the view a little more than we did having the jets on our backs, or at least I did.

After Molly's third time in a row picking truth, she finally decided to change it up. "Dare," she answered with a smile.

"Hmm," Dad's thinking voice hummed, before the fun idea came to him. "I think it's your turn to hop around like a bunny now."

"I think you're absolutely right," Molly giggled, springing up out of the water.

Her dripping wet body stood tall and proud before Dad. Water beaded down her chest, collecting around her nipples before dripping into the tub. Although her dripping nipples were intriguing, what caught Dad's attention most was her panty-covered pussy, which she purposefully positioned right in front of his face. A faint gasp escaped his lips, leading Molly to follow his gaze. With a smirk, she realized that her hairless mound and puffy pussy lips had become completely visible through the wet polyester of her panties.

"Molly, have you always shaved down there?" Mom blurted out, as planned.

"Um, yeah. I hate having hair down there," Molly answered, reaching down to pet her silky mound over top her saturated panties. "I don't know," she shrugged, "I just really like how clean it feels."

Dad's jaw about hit the water, making Molly giggle.

"Wanna feel how smooth it is, Dad," she asked, not waiting for an answer before slightly pulling her panties down so that just her mound was showing.

"Uh, I really shouldn't," was all he said.

"I didn't ask if you should," Molly giggled, "I asked if you wanted to, there's a difference."

"Uh," he remained at a loss for words.

"Here," Molly said, grabbing his wrist and placing his fingertips directly on her mound. "Smooth, isn't it?"

"Yeah," he sighed heavily, unable to deny her of that.

Molly peered over at Mom with an underlying smirk. "You should try shaving yours sometime, Mom, it actually feels really good."

"Yeah right," Mom laughed. "Do you really think I have time to shave mine everyday like you probably do?"

"I don't shave mine every day," Molly snickered. "I only shave it like, twice a week."

"I think I'll stick with my low maintenance bush," Mom said with a content smile.

"If you say so," Molly shrugged, then fully climbed out of the tub. She quickly turned into a bunny rabbit, hopping around in a semicircle. She elevated the cuteness to a whole other level when she threw her rabbit paws up and began wagging her tail at us. "Do I make a cute bunny, Dad?" she asked him, pointing the imaginary cotton tail in his direction.

"The cutest!" he confessed.

Giggling, Molly hopped up and down a few more times before making her way back over to her and Dad's side of the tub. Before climbing in, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and looked up at Dad. "Can I just take these off?" she pleaded, already tugging them down a bit. "It's not like they're hiding much of anything anymore."

"You might as well," Mom chimed in, nodding her approval.

When Dad didn't protest either, Molly rapidly dropped her panties to the ground. She inadvertently gave Dad a naughty look as she stepped out of them, leaving them lying on the deck before climbing back into the tub. With one leg hiked over the edge, we were all afforded a glimpse at her parting pussy and the glistening pink center. She looked up at Dad and caught him staring, so she let him admire the view for a couple of seconds before climbing the rest of the way into the water. "Whose turn now?" she asked, cheerfully sinking her naked body back into the warm water.

"Uh, I think it's your turn to pick someone," Dad informed her.

"Oh yeah! Hmm...Mom, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Since you're the only one who hasn't hopped around like a bunny yet, I dare you to do it now."

"I figured you were going to say that," Mom mused, hoisting herself up and out of the water.

With Mom standing on our bench seat, her panty covered pussy was then in my direct line of sight. I admired it for only a split second before diverting my eyes elsewhere.

Mom hopped out of the tub, wiggling her tail at us on her way over to the dial switch. She cranked it back to start, then waited for the jets to kick on before doing a little dance back over to the tub.

"Molly," Mom decided, after crawling back into the tub, "have you ever heard of a cleavage shot?"

"I think so," Molly answered. "Isn't that where someone pours a shot through your cleavage and into someone else's mouth?"

"Yes! Exactly."

"Yeah, I've heard of that then," Molly giggled.

"Well, I've got an idea," Mom said, then redirected her mischievous grin in Dad's direction. "Roger, truth or dare?"

"For God's sake, Rebecca, I'm not taking a shot through our daughter's cleavage."

"Why not?"

"Because that's too far," he said firmly.

"Oh, come on, you've been drooling over her tits all night. What's one more step?"

"It's okay with me, Dad," Molly assured him. "It might be kind of fun!"

"It's just too far," he insisted, glancing back and forth between the girls' smiling faces.

"Roger. How is that too far, but flopping your big dick at her, pretending to be a bunny, isn't? It's not like your mouth would be on her nipple," Mom rationalized, pointing at the tiny gap between Molly's titties. "It'd just be there, in her cleavage. That's not so bad, is it?"

I think Dad was too tongue-tied to protest any further. He redirected his gaze from Mom's smiling face, to their daughter's perky, teenaged titties. "I mean, I guess it wouldn't be so bad, as long as you're really okay with it, Molly."

"I am," Molly nodded.

Before Dad could change his mind, Mom quickly slid off our seat and waded over to the other side of the tub, where she retrieved Dad's glass of whiskey from his grip, then instructed Molly to sit up straight.
Molly did as she was told, quickly fixing her posture.

"Arch your back a little more," Mom further instructed "...Good girl."

Dad must've felt compelled to ask, "Are you sure about this?"

"Does it look like she's sure?" Mom laughed, gesturing at the way Molly was thrusting her breasts out like a horny cheerleader.

"I swear I won't tell anyone, Dad, I promise!"

That must've been all the consent he needed to hear because he nervously slid out of his seat and sunk low enough into the water so that just his head poked out. Cautiously, he moved in close until he was face to face with Molly's girlish titties.

Molly smiled down at him, bringing her hands up and delicately interlaced her fingers around the back of his neck. "This is gonna be fun!" she cooed, pulling him in and smothering his face in her soft breasts.

Never in a million years would've I imagined Molly getting this far with Dad, yet there they were. From my vantage point, Molly's forearms obstructed my view, so I scooted to my left and was able to see much better. Dad's chin was buried deep in Molly's cleavage. It was hot witnessing a Daddy-Daughter duo in real life.

"Ready?" Mom announced, hovering the glass of Dad's whiskey above Molly's breasts.

"Mm-hm," came Dad's muffled answer.

Mom slowly tilted the glass, letting a few drops spill out onto Molly's flesh.

"Ahh!" she screeched, then giggled as the whiskey trickled into her cleavage. "You should've warned me it was gonna be that cold."

"Sorry," Mom giggled, tilting the glass again. She poured out two full shots before stopping.

Dad took it like a champ, not letting a single drop go to waste. He was smiling as wide as ever as he pulled away.

"So, what'd you think of that?" Mom asked him.

"That was great!"

"Yeah," Molly agreed. "We're gonna have to do that again before this week is over. That was so much fun!"

That actually got a chuckle out of Dad, and he nodded at Molly in agreement, probably wanting it more than she did.

Dad then looked over at Mom. "I wanna see you drink a shot like that now."

"Okay!" Mom chirped, willingly handing him the glass of whiskey, then quickly swapped places with him.

Molly giggled as she sat up straight, thrusting her tits out for Mom this time.

Mom was all too happy to dive right in, smothering her face in the tanned, teenaged skin.

Dad wore the biggest smile as he lifted the glass into position. "Ready?" he asked, not even waiting for an answer before pouring.

Molly trembled, watching the chilled whiskey vanish between her tits again.

Once Mom had downed a full shot, Dad stopped pouring and pulled the glass away.

Mom came up smiling, of course. "That was so fun!" she said.

Dad swirled the last of the whiskey around in the glass. "There's enough whiskey in here for one more shot. Do you want the rest of it?"

That's when Mom looked back at me with a mischievous grin. "Truth or dare, Danny?"

My eyes widened, realizing it was now my turn between Molly's tits. I peered up at Dad to gauge his reaction. In his relaxed, drunken state, he actually laughed a bit, not seeming to care much about anything at that moment. I wondered how he would feel in the morning, after sobering up, would he wake up to an overwhelming sense of guilt and shame.

"Well, what do you say?" Mom asked.

The tame look she was feeding me, made me feel at ease, like everything was going to be okay.

"Oh what the hell. Dare," I answered.

"Atta boy!" Mom triumphed.

"What do I look like, the family liquor dispenser," Molly joked.

"Don't act like you're not enjoying it," Mom teased her, seeing that her jugs were still jutted out, ready for more playtime.

I happily slid out of my seat and into the center of the tub next to Mom, where she'd already made room for me in front of Molly. I sank into the water until I was face to face with Molly's tits.

"Ready?" Dad asked me, hovering the glass above.

I maneuvered into position, smothering my face in my sister's warm cleavage. She smelled wonderful, as always, making my cock tingle under the water. I stuck my tongue out and curled it a bit. Her skin had a unique combination of flavors: perfume, whiskey, and boob-sweat. I didn't hate it at all.

"I'm ready," I murmured.

Dad slowly tilted the whiskey, pouring it all into Molly's cleavage before tilting the glass upside-down, shaking out every last drop.

"That tickles," Molly giggled, as I slurped her delicious boobie-crevice with my curled tongue.

"Sorry," I chuckled, pulling away grinning.

Just then, I felt Mom's hand slide into my boxers and grasp onto my erection underwater. "What did you think of that?" she asked me, feeding me a playful smile. "Have you ever done a shot like that before?"

"No, never," I answered, then peered up at Dad, who was oblivious to what was happening under the bubbly surface of the water.

"That was a first for me, too, bud," he chuckled. "I'd never even heard of a cleavage shot until five minutes ago."

It was weird having a conversation with him, all the while my horny mother, his loving wife, secretly stroked me underwater. I didn't understand why she got such a thrill out of doing stuff like that, but I loved her for it, and I certainly wasn't going to ask her to stop. After all, it was a rush, adding even more danger to our already naughty escapades. I reached over and tickled her pussy-petals through her panties.

"Who's turn is it now?" Mom giggled, giving my dick a responding squeeze.

"It's Danny's turn," Molly answered.

I peered up a Dad again. "Dad, I dare you to go inside and pour yourself another glass of whiskey."

"Nah, I've had enough whiskey for one night," he said laughingly, knowing his limits. "I think its time I go inside and get a shower before bed."

"Wait, you're leaving us?" Molly whined, then reached for her phone and read the time. "It's only eight-thirty, Dad."

"I know, sweetie, but I have to get up early," he told her, already climbing out of the tub. "I'm afraid six AM will be here before we know it."

"Well, you could always skip fishing and hang out with us all day," Molly suggested, with a hopeful smile.

"You mean spend the whole day at the mall?" he laughed, wrapping a towel around his waist. "No thanks, kiddo."

Mom let go of my dick and hoisted herself out of the water enough to bid him goodnight. "'Night, dear," she told him, giving him a quick hug, then a kiss.

"Wait, I wanna hug, too," Molly requested, hoisting her naked body up and out of the water. Unlike Mom, she actually crawled all the way out of the tub and stepped up to Dad.

Dad reached into the hug, but as he did, his towel inadvertently loosened from around his waist, and fell to the floor. "Whoops," he said.

"It's fine," Molly giggled, quickly pulling him in. She hummed in delight as his boner poked her in the belly. "Thank you for giving us such a wonderful vacation, Dad."

"Uh, you're welcome."

"I'm having the time of my life here this year," she assured him, pulling him in a little tighter, sandwiching his full naked cock between them, causing his low-hanging balls to lightly brush against her hairless mound. "I'm serious, Dad, thank you for everything- the cabin, the fishing, the food, the fun we had today."

"Of course, sweetie, it's nothing, really."

Molly leaned back slightly and unexpectedly kissed him squarely on the lips, something she hadn't done in nearly a decade. "'Night, Daddy," she said sweetly, then parted ways with him to crawl back into the hot tub.

He replied with a simple "'night" before disappearing into the cabin. After everything that'd transpired, I couldn't imagine him not needing to rub one out in the shower. I know I would've needed to.

"Oh my God, Molly," Mom exclaimed, as soon as the sliding door clicked shut.

"What," Molly giggled, "aren't I allowed to give my Daddy a goodnight kiss?"

"That was way more than a goodnight kiss, and you know it!"

We spent the next half hour or so laughing amongst each other, reflecting back on the day's activities. It was shortly after nine o'clock when Mom decided it was time to go check whether Dad was fully asleep yet or not.

Two minutes later, she re-emerged from the cabin wearing a coy smirk. "He's asleep," she assured us, then held up a bottle of wine. "Now, whose up for more shots?"

"ME!" Molly and I exclaimed in unison.

As the wine flowed, so did our lust for each other. Molly drank through Mom's clevage, then Mom drank through Molly's, and I drank through each of theirs.

About halfway through the bottle, Mom suggested, "I dare you to drink some out of your brother's belly button."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. I dare you to."

I was already rising out of the water, planting my bare ass onto the edge of the tub, making the girls giggle after noticing that at some point, I'd secretly stripped out of my boxers.

"Ooh! I'm actually excited for this," Molly clapped.

"Lie back," Mom instructed me, guiding me into a supine position along the shelved rim of the tub.

I put up no resistance, lying back and sprawling out comfortably along the edge, creating a makeshift shot glass out of my bellybutton.

Mom poured the wine into my belly button until it overflowed and trickled over my waist. "There you go, Molly."

Molly's eyes sparkled, staring in awe at the pool of red wine filling my belly button. She didn't even hesitate before leaning in and slurping it all out. She even used her tongue to suck out every last drop, causing me to quiver at the tickling sensation. Likewise, she laughed along with me, then gave my belly a few soft kisses before resting her cheek on my abdomen, peering down my treasure trail.

"I know I probably shouldn't say this, Danny, but you really do have the most beautiful dick I've ever seen." Her face blushed like crazy. "I seriously can't get over how big it is."

"Thank you," I said, with all the sincerity in the world.

For whatever reason, Mom decided this would be a good time to offer Molly some sex tips. Mom reached for my dick and pinned it diagonally against my stomach. "You see that little puffy spot right there, where Danny's foreskin connects to his mushroom-head?"

Molly lifted her head off my stomach to study the underside of my erection. "Yeah," she said admirably.

"That extra skin is called his frenulum."

"His what?" Molly giggled.

"His frenulum," Mom repeated. "Not all women know this, but when you stimulate that little spot right there, you'll have your man under your total control."

Molly watched in awe as Mom pressed her thumb against my puffy frenulum.

"See," Mom giggled, when a faint moan escaped my lips.

"What's it feel like?" Molly asked Mom.

"Soft...kinda squishy," Mom answered, moving her hand off my cock to allow Molly full access to it. "Go ahead, touch it."

Molly reached down and lightly poked my sensitive button. "Wow!" she said. "That really is soft."

"I told you," Mom laughed. "That's like a magic button to a man, kind of like our clits are to us."

"That's interesting," Molly said, poking my magic button some more, appreciating the way she was making my cock twitch. "Mom, truth or dare?"

"I'll do a dare."

Molly delicately curled her fingers around the base of my shaft and pointed it skyward for Mom. "I dare you to lick it."

Mom giggled as she leaned in and eagerly licked my frenulum. Her tongue felt as wonderful as always, tickling my spongy button. She tongue-tickled it for roughly fifteen full seconds before pulling away, smiling. "Molly, truth or dare?"

"Dare!" Molly answered, already leaning her face in next to Mom's. Before I knew it, Molly's tongue was tenderly licking the underside of my cock.

"OHH," I sighed in delight.

My pleasurable sighs gave her encouragement to take it a step further, running her tongue down the whole length of my cock.

"Oh God, Molly!"

"Mmm," she murmured in response, appreciating the taste and texture of my dick. She then licked all the way back up, then down again, then up. Her naughty exploration lasted only a few more tongue swipes before she pulled away, smiling.

"That was so hot!" Mom insisted.

"Yeah it was" Molly grinned in agreement, seductively eying my dick like a juicy piece of meat. She didn't wait for another dare before diving back in, this time spiraling her tongue around my mushroom head.

"Holy shit, Molly!" I groaned.

She continued her tender tickle, shifting her eyes up to feed me a look of tremendous love.

"I love you, Molly," I told her, and meant it.

In response, she gave my dick a loving kiss, and it felt as though my heart might explode with joy. The sensation of her silky lips surpassed anything I could have ever imagined.

"Oh my God, Molly, you're incredible!"

"Mmm," she cooed, vibrating her mouth around my mushroom head.

"Go deeper, sweetheart," Mom encouraged her.

Molly obliged, taking more of me into her quivering mouth. Soon she was bobbing her head up and down my cock while her hand stroked the lower half in perfect harmony.

My head fell back in pleasure, loving the feel of her soft inner cheeks. I let my mind drift to fantasy land, where instead of her mouth, it was the velvety-smooth walls of her pussy gliding up and down my dick.

Despite having had sex with Mom already that morning, I desperately needed to cum. I couldn't remember ever feeling as pent-up as I did at that moment. After only five minutes of Molly's skillful sucking, I could already feel my balls begin to tighten, trembling in ecstasy.

"You're gonna make me cum!" I warned her. "Oh fuck, Molly, you're gonna make me cum!"

She sucked harder and faster, and within seconds, I was dangerously close to climax. "Ohhhh," I moaned, "oh fuck, ohhh!"

She quickly pulled her mouth off, but continued vigorously pumping her fist. "Do it, Danny, come for me!"

"OHHH," I cried as the biggest wad shot out of me and hit her in the face.

"Mmm that's it," she moaned, as I painted her face with cum, "give it to me, all of it!"

Spurt after spurt geysered out of me as she stroked me for all I was worth.

When I finally opened my eyes, I felt slightly disoriented, still coming down from heaven. I peered down at Molly, watching her squeeze the last few drops out of me before licking her hand clean.

"That was quite possibly the hottest thing I've ever seen," exclaimed Mom, staring in amazement at Molly's cum-painted face.

Molly simply smiled, then reached for her phone and snapped a quick selfie. "God! Look at me," she giggled at the picture. "I'm completely covered!"

This was true, she was drenched indeed. I'd gotten it on her nose, her cheeks, her chin, even her hair.

"I think you look adorable," Mom assured her.

Molly made a silly face, fluttering her eyelashes. "Oh really?"

"Absolutely!" Mom laughed, then scooped a dollop off Molly's cheekbone and slipped it into her mouth.

"Hey, that's mine," Molly teased. "I worked hard for that!"

"Mmmm," Mom savored the taste, before pulling her finger out, clean as a whistle. "I think there's enough here for both of us."

"Probably," Molly laughed.

Unexpectedly, Mom leaned in and licked all the way up Molly's face, coating her tongue with cum before pulling back to show it off.

"Hey!" Molly playfully protested. "Give that back!"

Mom smiled, motioning Molly to crouch down. Mom then slightly rose out of the water, just enough to hover her face over Molly's.

Eagerly, Molly tilted her head back and opened her mouth like a baby bird.

Teasingly, Mom let the cum ooze from between her lips, offering Molly only a few drops before letting it all drizzle out onto her tongue.

"Mmm," Molly enjoyed the taste with a warm smile, then motioned Mom to swap places with her.

Once Molly had deposited it all back into Mom's open mouth, Mom teasingly gargled it, creating a frothy, cummy, saliva mixture.

Again, they swapped places and Molly was all too excited to open up for another turn with the tasty concoction. Mom let it drizzle out slowly, then literally spat the last few drops into Molly's mouth, making her giggle.

They snowballed my load back and forth a few more times before Molly selfishly swallowed it down her throat. "Mmm," she licked her lips, then opened up to show Mom her empty mouth.

Mom replied with a giggle.

"I think I need a shower now," Molly laughed, combing her fingers through her cummed in hair, and before anyone could protest, she jumped out of the tub and skipped into the cabin.

I wasn't sure how much of that was planned by her and Mom, but that was the last we saw of her that night.

It was difficult to believe how far we'd come in such a short amount of time. Reflecting back, I remembered how nervous I'd been when Mom first touched me in that very hot tub. It'd only been a few days ago, yet it seemed like a whole other lifetime ago.

My smile returned as Mom crawled into my lap, facing me with a playful grin. "Think you can handle any more surprises tonight?" she asked, tilting her head cutely.

"There's MORE?" My eyes lit up.

"Oh, we've only just begun," she laughed, then rose out of my lap a few inches. "Now, are you gonna take these damn panties off me, or am I gonna have to do it myself?"

I chuckled, peeling them off her ass and then down her legs.

"Mmm, much better," she purred like a kitten. "Those have been gnawing at my skin for the past six hours."

I chuckled, watching her stand up on the bench seat. She then lifted her foot from beneath the water's bubbly surface, dangling her panties from her toes.

"Meet me at our sex cave in exactly ten minutes," she instructed, kicking the panties at my face before climbing out of the tub and then disappearing into the cabin.

I shot out of the water and literally threw the cover over the hot tub, then quickly tidied up the deck.

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"So, what's this surprise you're not telling me about?" I pried, after meeting her at the entrance of our tent.

"You'll see," was the only hint she offered, unzipping the door and slipping inside.

I quickly followed her in, then zipped us in for the night.

"You see that overnight bag of mine over there?" she asked, shining the flashlight in the direction.

"Yeah," I answered, seeing it tucked away in the corner.

"There's something in there I think you're going to want," she said, holding the flashlight steady for me.

I crawled over to the bag and began rummaging through it while Mom made herself comfortable atop our sleeping bag.

"Check the front pocket," she advised me.

I unzipped the little cloth pocket and after some digging, I discovered a small bottle of lubricant. Smiling, I whipped around and saw that she was already naked, hunched over in a jackknife position. Her ass was poised in the air, while her face was turned with her cheek mashed into the sleeping bag. She looked so incredibly gorgeous, wearing nothing but an eager smile. We exchanged grins before I zeroed in on her adorable asshole. "Wait, does this mean..."

"Mmm hm!" She bit her bottom lip, nodding at me seductively. "That is, if you'd like to?"

"OH, fuck yeah!"

"Language!" she scolded with her cute little laugh.

I excitedly stripped out of my clothes and crawled up behind her, wasting no time before flipping the cap of the little bottle open and squirting a glob of the clear gel into the little divot of her tailbone. I watched as it cascaded through her valley of taut ass-skin, pooling in and around her asshole.

"Mmm," she purred, like a kitten, flexing her sphincter to literally swallow the. "Put some on your dick too, my love."

I quickly obliged, drizzling a line of gel all the way across my cock before rubbing it in with a firm fist. I could already feel butterflies dancing in the pit of my stomach.

"I love watching you pleasure yourself for me," she murmured, smiling at me.
"Well I love watching you flex your asshole like that," I replied.

"You mean like this," she giggled and pulsed it in and out again.

I reached up and thumbed it, massaging soothing circles into it.

"Mmm," she cooed. "You have no idea how excited I am for this. It's been forever!"

I pressed my thumb more firmly, working the lube into every crinkle of her tightly knotted rosebud, then added even more pressure, and my thumb effortlessly slid right through the tightness.

"Ohhh," she moaned in pleasure, clenching her purple ring around my thumb knuckle. "Danny, that feels so wonderful!"

Carefully, I slid my thumb in deeper, getting her nice and lubed before pulling out and taking my thumb into my mouth.

"God, Danny! I love it!"

I smiled, then lined my dick up next, nudging my mushroom against her opening, giving her a little massage with it.

"Don't tease me, baby," she begged. "Put it in me!"

With one hand grasping the base of my cock and the other resting on the small of her back, I gave her the smallest of thrusts, cautiously letting my mushroom head slide past her sphincter's natural resistance.

"OH, Danny, you're huge!" she cried. "Just give me a second to get used to it."

She did her anal contracting thing a few more times, getting her sphincter acclimated to the penetration.

The mere thought of being in my mother's ass almost made me explode. Not only was she my loving mother, she was also the most desirable woman in the whole world to me.

"Okay, push it in now, honey, gently."

I held on to her hips and slowly added pressure. Her anal passage felt smoldering hot as I got deeper. I swear I could feel the rhythm of her heartbeat through the velvety walls of her ass. Before I knew it, all eight inches of my cock were buried deep into her.

"OH, Danny!" she cried. "You feel so wonderful!"

I moaned in response, slowly pulling out before gently thrusting back into her.

"Mmm! Yes, baby! Fuck that ass! Fuck your mommy's tight ass!"

I pumped slightly faster, obeying her nasty commands. After five minutes, I had plunged in and out of her ass nearly a thousand times, bouncing my balls against her wet pussy with every thrust. It gave me such a high, knowing that I was about to cum in her forbidden hole.

"Yes!" she cried. "I've been such a naughty girl. I deserve to be punished!"

I raised my hand and spanked her, making her giggle.

"Mmm! Yes! We've been so naughty, sneaking around on your father!"

"OH fuck, Mom!"

"Yes, we've both been so bad! I think you need to cum in my naughty ass for a punishment!"

I groaned in delight, picking up even more speed.

She must've known I wasn't going to last much longer because she then snuck her hand underneath herself and began wildly strumming on her clit. "Oh Danny, cum with me, baby! Fill me with your giant load! Please, baby, I need it!"

"OH shit, Mom!" I was shaking, on the brink of an insane orgasm. "I'm gonna cum, mommy!"

"Do it, son! I want it so bad! Give it to mommy, all of it!"

Two more pumps was all it took, then, blastoff! "OHHH Fuuuck!" I yelled, my load shot out of me like a rocket, coating her smoldering passage in warm spunk.

Simultaneously, her speedy fingers brought herself to orgasm. "OHHH!" she screamed, shivering in ecstasy.

I collapsed onto her back, and there was a moment of silence between us. After a moment, my softening dick smoothly slid out of her buttery butthole.

"You did so good, baby!" she sighed, with post-orgasmic bliss.

I smiled in delight. "I never would've imagined that feeling so good, Mom, that was incredible!"

"Just wait until we try the cowgirl position," she giggled. "That's my favorite."

"Really?"

In response, she turned us around so that I was lying on my back, while she sat on my hips, facing me. "This is called the cowgirl position," she explained, leaning back and supporting herself with her hands on the floor behind her. Her bare feet were planted firmly on the ground, pressed against my waist.

In this position, her pussy was on full display, capturing my undivided attention. It was absolutely stunning to see her voluminous brown bush, pointing down towards her enticing pussy folds. The outer petals had a slightly darker shade, framing the inner pale pink petals that swirled around her glistening hole. It was like a priceless sculpture meant for an art gallery. To my delight, the spunk I'd just given her was slowly dripping out of her ass, greasing my renewed boner for more playtime.

"Think you could fuck my ass in this position?" she enticed, gyrating her hips in a small circle.

"God, Mom, I can't imagine anything I'd want more!"