Lisa kissed her way up her father's body from his cock and eased back a step. She caught the bottom of her T-shirt and began to slowly peel it up her body.
"Trying to give the hots to your old man?" Matt said with a grin.
"I'm doing it, too."
"Bold little witch."
She drew the snug covering up over her bared tits and paused to play her hands back down and under the beautifully coned tit-globes. Cradling her tit-flesh in each hand, she lifted them slightly and applied slight squeezes.
"Exquisite," Matt commented.
"Touch them."
His hands rose as he eased a bit closer, the fingers giving a tremble before making contact. A rush went through Lisa as her father began to touch her jutting tits, and she felt like she was about to lift off the ground.
She couldn't remain oblivious to the fact that he was her father any longer. But she had no second thoughts. Neither of them could have thought of anywhere they would rather have been just then.
In fact, that Matt was her father added to her excitement, and it made for some pretty heady stuff. She was getting her first taste of the natural and the forbidden at the same time – a lot for one girl to take in. Especially when the man was such a dreamboat. No wonder she felt like lifting off the ground and floating on air.
Matt plucked knowingly at the stiffening peaks of his daughter's flaunted tits, felt the wanton responses, and wanted more. He grasped the flimsy T-shirt and lifted it over her head.
"Ooooh, feel like taking charge, huh?" Lisa said impudently.
"You don't miss a thing, do you?"
"You're pretty sharp, yourself. You could show a girl a real good time if she'd let you."
"You gonna let me, hot stuff?"
She smiled widely, couldn't help but be pleased and thrilled and all those good things. She was bringing out the real man in him. Terribly flattering. And she felt a fine edge on her anticipation.
"Yeah, stud. I'm gonna let you. You can do what you want with me. I know it'll be good."
He eased closer, settling onto his knees. Lisa's breath almost caught in her throat. At long last she was going to go all the way with a man. And she couldn't have felt safer or more secure or in better hands. She was ready. More than ready. She wanted it bad.
Matt leaned forward and nuzzled his face into the bounty of his daughter's tits. His kisses made her squirm with delight, and she pressed her masses of tit-flesh at his mouth.
The tip of his tongue trailed up to a fat peak and circled the erecting nub of nipple-flesh with soft, wet friction. His lips puckered and caught the nipple in a wicked squeeze.
Meanwhile his hands had lowered to her shorts. Drawing them open as he shifted to her other tit, Matt peeled them from her hips and ass – her bare ass, as she wasn't wearing panties. He left them about her ankles as his hands breezed slowly back up her smooth-skinned legs to her jutting ass.
Lisa felt a low, raw stirring inside as his fingers kneaded into her ass, puffing and twisting her ass-cheeks this way and that. He was beginning to have his way with her, and it was so exciting, not just emotionally, but in her flesh as well. She shuddered with it, coming close to losing her breath.
Matt paused to look up at her. "Maybe you'd like to sit down," he suggested.
He leaned back, slid his legs forward to either side of her as he took a sitting position. Her eyes went over him as he lay back on both elbows, waiting. Could he have meant that the way she thought he meant it?
Half-tentatively stepping out of her shorts, not bothering to remove sneakers or knee-high socks, Lisa stepped forward, astride of her father. She saw him lie down with both hands clasped behind his head, gazing up at her, waiting.
Lisa was certain now, and she went taut with anticipation as she stepped up astride his head and bent arms. Consumed by a sense of daring, she slowly sank to a squatting position over Matt's face.
"That's it," he encouraged softly. "You're in for a real treat now."
He took a moment to appreciate the sexiness of her pussy. Even spread like she was, the structures of her cunt-folds remained snugly together. The ridges were narrow, clearly defined, pink-red in color, the cunt-lips capped by a cloud of dark-blonde hair.
Matt touched fingertips to Lisa's pussy, drawing the pussy-lips away from the cunt-slit. He exposed her clit to the hot summer air, causing Lisa to flinch hotly. She'd never been exposed like that.
Matt blew a stream of air onto her gaping pussy, and Lisa had to smile. He was being so sweet and gentle, and daring, that she couldn't help it. It was perfect. Like she had known it would be.
"Gorgeous pussy," he murmured. "Gotta have it. Gotta just lick it. Gotta eat you out, baby."
"Yes Daddy," she said in a passionate hush. "Do it all to me. I want it so bad."
She lowered farther and noticed his head rise to meet her. Then his mouth was on her pussy and his lips were nuzzling against her clit-lips. His tongue was flicking outward, up and down the line of her fuck-slit. It was almost too much to take all at once. She inhaled deeply to take the catch out of her throat.
Matt drew the clean, fresh folds of her cunt into his mouth and ran his tongue over and into her dewy pussy like the skilled lover he was. He provoked her sensitive cunt-flesh with bold strokes and tantalized it with lazy, loving scrapes of his tongue.
He moved his attack from her streaming fuckhole to the inflamed bud of her clit. Closing wet lips about the girl's extended clit, he ground it in swift circles, stirring her tender body into a tizzy of womanly arousal.
"Ohhhh, Daddy, Daddy, what you're doing to me!" Lisa gushed breathlessly.
Continuing to maul her wildly excited clit, Matt sneaked a hand in between her thighs. A fingertip of that hand found her steamy fuck opening and began to wriggle in.
In response, Lisa gave a delighted little squeal, and another seemingly for the hell of it. She couldn't remember having a better time, in any way.
Matt's finger went deep and deeper, and he was accompanying that advance by fluttering his tongue against her girl-cock with hardly any let-up whatsoever.
"Ooohhh, Daddy's so good to me. Daddy's so sexy. Nnnnnn, I wanna come for you."
"Come baby, come," he murmured between licks, stroking with his finger for encouragement.
Lisa squealed again and began to grind her cunt at his mouth and finger. Then she became aware of a second finger working itself into her feverish fuck-hole and it thrilled her all the more. Her self-control was going straight out the window, and she couldn't have cared less.
Her squeals and moans of delight went higher as Matt's constant assault worked its magic, and they soon became shrieks of unfolding ecstasy.
She was coming like never before, coming like she couldn't believe. She thought she could sail on like this forever on the end of her father's tongue and on the tips of his fingers.
Joyous as it was, it was a relief to finally be able to sink into the dreamy pleasures of aftermath. She didn't think her sanity could have lasted much longer up there among the peaks of fulfillment.
"Oh wow!" she said emphatically, her breath returning. "Just wow and more wow!"
Matt chuckled, smacking her cunt with soft kisses. "Look behind you. You might find a little surprise waiting for you."
Lisa twisted to look over a shoulder and down. Matt's cock had grown. Curved back over his crotch hair, it was snaking up toward her – along the flat of her lower belly.
"Oh, yummy!" Lisa chirped.
She swung a leg over and settled on her knees by Matt's right shoulder. She crouched low, leaning over him, planting her heavy tits on his body as she lifted his cock upright in her warm hand. Avidly, she gulped his prick into her mouth and began sucking at it with wanting pulls.
"Good cock," she muttered around his enlarging length of fuck-meat. "Love your cock… ssslllrrrppp… love it all hard… ssssllllrrrppp… gonna fuck it… really gonna fuck it, gotta fuck this cock!"
"That's some pussy you've got there. I can't wait."
"Neither can I," Lisa decided. She twisted to look up at him. "Can I get on top?"
"Love it."
Lisa gave his hard-on a last, long pull with her clingy mouth and then rose from it. She turned to face him, straddling his hips. His hands drew the inexperienced girl as far forward as she needed to be, then he lifted his cock-tip to her cunt.
Hands planted on his chest, leaning forward, ass tilted out, Lisa lowered. The luscious spread of her cunt-hole around his cockhead, so different from his two-fingered penetration, simply thrilled her all the way through.
Anxious to make room and not sure there would be, she moved her hips from side to side and around as she worked carefully downward. Taking more and more of his fucker in made her more daring, and soon she was pushing herself straight down on his increasingly rigid prick.
Quivers of joy shook her tender body. Her eyes closed, and her face flushed and contorted with wicked delight. Dizzy with erotic glee, she couldn't understand bow something so wonderful could be happening to little old her.
"Ooooo!" she whimpered a little crazily as his cock fucked deep into her cunt-hole and his balls burned against her stretched pussy-lips. She whimpered again, and shuddered against her father's roving, soothing hands.
Her eyes opened and she looked down at him, saw him gazing affectionately up at her. She lowered her body onto his and was taken into a strong embrace, and she wiggled happily against him, squirming on his cock.
"We're together," she sighed.
"Cock in pussy."
"It's even better than I dreamed."
She lifted her head and kissed him fondly on the lips. "Thank you for being here for me."
"I wouldn't have missed it."
"Really?"
"Really."
Her smile widened. "Now, I'm glad too." She slowly sat erect over his loins. Shoulders back, she arched her big tits outward in sexy fashion. "Not to mention horny."
Matt flexed his cock inside her cunt in response.
"Naughty man," she grinned. "You'll make me blush."
"You're making me blush," he countered.
"I'm sexy, huh?"
"Very. Totally."
"Sexier than Mom?"
"A lady wouldn't ask. A gentleman wouldn't answer."
"Does she know we're together now? Did you tell her?"
"I guess I have her to thank, too."
"Me first."
Lisa caught his wrists and drew his hands to her out-thrust tits. As his fingers closed on the cones of tit-flesh, she eased into motion on his cock. She felt it pull at her inner tightness and a stir of delicious excitement in response.
She rose all the way on his fuck-shaft, pushed her tits at his hands in saucy fashion and sank back onto his fucker, thrilling to the pleasure of total penetration.
"I could get hooked on this," she said.
"My daughter, the nympho."
"It'll be our little secret."
Smiling, she gave herself over to exploring the sensations of fucking, the limits of her freedom of movement, everything she could think of. She was missing something, but there would be other times, other discoveries. There would always be something new to learn, it seemed to her. "How about giving Daddy a turn on top?" Matt suggested.
"You mean it?"
"I promised to make you come, didn't I?"
She eagerly complied with his wishes, rolling to one side, Matt rolling with her, coming out on top. On both elbows and holding himself lightly over her, he raised his add and gave her a swift, sure fuck-thrust. Her knees instantly pulled back and her pussy yielded to the whims of his lust.
Wrapping loving arms around her father, she beamed with sheer delight. "Don't stop," she said. "Whatever you do, just don't stop."
"No baby, I won't," he promised. "I'll give you just what you want… lots of good hard fucking!"
There was a blanket in one of the saddlebags. Beth took it out now and spread it on the sand, dropped into a lounging position on it.
"Room for one more," she called to Buddy, watching him walk up from water's edge. The closer he got the more he seemed to want to cover himself.
"Do you have to look at me like that?" the youth asked, dropping onto his stomach on the blanket.
"Can't a mother take some pride in how striking her son has turned out?"
He sighed. "Well…"
"Besides, I used to see you naked all the time."
"Things are a little different now."
"In a way. But I still want to take care of you. Give you whatever you might need. Or want."
"Okay. I understand."
"Anything you want, Buddy."
"Anything, huh?"
"Sure. Try me."
He chuckled. "I'll get my face slapped. No thanks."
Beth swallowed. She had him where she wanted him. All it would take would be a few more moves.
"You never know," she said next. "I can be a pretty open-minded girl."
"Not that open-minded."
She shifted closer, coming very close to letting their bodies touch. She leaned closer still to whisper in his ear.
"Thinking dirty thoughts, huh, Buddy?" He was lying with palms down, fingers interlaced to pillow his cheek. He was facing away from her. When she spoke, he became quite still.
"Well, that's okay," Beth added, and she patted him on the ass. "Reassuring, actually. Nice to know you're normal."
"That's nice to hear."
"Were you worried about it?" He jerked a shoulder.
"Anytime you've got a problem, you can talk to me, Buddy. About anything." She placed a reassuring hand in the small of his back.
"Okay?"
"Okay."
Beth let her warm hand linger on him. She moved it upward, wiping droplets of water off his back.
"Buddy?"
"Mmmm?"
"Tell me what you were thinking." He drew a breath. "I was thinking how nice a blow-job would feel right about now."
He said it like he hoped it would get her to shut up. Fat chance.
"Alright," Beth said casually.
Buddy's head lifted and he faded her. "Say what?"
"I'll oblige. My pleasure."
"You're kidding!"
"Shoot, it'd be a breeze." She idled the fingertips of her hand to and fro on his flank. "And we sure are dressed for it."
His eyes flicked down onto her still marvelously healthy chest and tits, and the rest of her body. Her powerfully tempting body. Then back up to her eyes. Her sincere eyes. Glinting with fun and promise. Waiting. Inviting.
"I think you're bluffing," he said and, to lay his cards on the table, he rolled onto his side, facing her, his limp cock draped over his lower hip.
"Would I lie to you?" Beth answered, reaching far his cock. She took it into her hand and squeezed.
"Does that feel good?" she asked him.
"Too good."
"Nothing feels too good."
His look was ambivalent, but his cock was responding to her caresses. Buddy's prick grew and grew in her kneading hand.
Beth got onto her knees and had Buddy roll the rest of the way over onto his ass. She straddled his lower legs and crouched low over him. "I'm gonna give you a blow-job now," she murmured. "See how you like it."
As if answering a lifelong need, Beth lowered her head and look Buddy's big rubbery cock into her smith and throat. She was totally surprised by how much she wanted her son.
Maybe it was the taste of the illicit that she had gotten long ago finally getting the better of her again. Maybe it was because of something else entirely. She didn't know. It felt right, and that was enough for her.
It felt right, and it felt good. Really good. Pulling at Buddy's prick, feeling it respond, become excited, filled her with a pleasure and satisfaction she could not feel often enough.
She gave him her best cock-sucking effort. She could do no less. She ran her mouth up and down his hard, sensational cock-lance with the richest suction imaginable. She spit out his prick and ducked down to gobble at his cum-filled balls, one after the other, sucking and licking his balls. She returned to his prick with renewed hunger and attacked it with the ardor of a mother's love.
Buddy's elbows seemed to slip out from under him and he appeared to collapse. His head rolled from side to side.
"I don't believe it," he moaned. "I don't fucking believe it. She's got my cock in her mouth, and she's deep-throating it, and she's laving it! And I'm going out of my fucking mind!"
It was a joy to listen to him, to know she was making him feel so good. She wished he would raise his head again and watch her as she sucked his big cock, so he could enjoy it even more.
It would have to wait until next line. Right now, from the tone of his groans and the tautness of his squirming legs and the fiery intensity of his prick, he had to be right on the brink. Without a second thought, Beth gave his hard prick another sensational ravaging and suddenly his balls bunched, his cock spasmed and jet after jet of boiling jism was leaping into her mouth and throat.
Beth took his cum-load in wanting gulps and squeezed the horny life out of his cock for him. When she had him completely finished off, she finally relinquished his cock and began to kiss and lick her way up his damp-skinned body.
His sweat had saltiness to it that she wanted more of. Her stroking tongue must have been very relaxing, because when she moved up face to face with him he was wearing the drowsiest, most contented look.
She held herself over him lightly, balancing on knees and elbows. She let the downy hair of her cunt bush tickle the underside of his dozing cock. She brushed her hips over his.
"That's not all I could do for you, either," she murmured.
"I had a feeling it wasn't."
"Interested?"
He drew a breath. "I don't know. I feel like I'm horning in on Dad's territory."
She wondered then if she should tell him about Matt and Lisa. Probably not. If only because it seemed a little much for one day.
"Do you trust me?" she inquired.
"Sure."
"Well, trust me when I say that your father wouldn't hold a grudge."
"Oh?"
She silenced further questions with a kiss on the youth's lips. She held her mouth on his, and when his mouth gave way she deepened the contact soulfully, making it a lasting, two-way connection of sheer sexiness and intimacy.
"Nothing serious or sticky," she said then. "Just some fun between you and me. Okay?"
"Okay," he answered easily.
Pleased, Beth lowered her mid-section and rubbed her cunt against his cock.
"Horny?" he asked.
"Quite."
"Maybe I can help."
Beth rolled onto her back on the blanket. He rolled in by her side, on his side and up on an elbow. She spread her legs, draping one over his legs. He slid a hand down her body to her cunt and found her pussy-slit and teased a finger inward.
She was reminded of her first night with Uncle Dan. What went around, came around, it seemed. Life was funny sometimes.
Beth drew a deep breath and sighed happily. She looked dreamily up into the eyes of her son as he pleasantly flicked a couple of fingers in and out of her pussy, stirring her, making her want more. She reached between their bodies and found his cock and squeezed it for him. Desire was coming back to him as it consumed her, neither of them offering even a token of resistance anymore.
"Kiss me, darling," Beth said with affectionate want.