For since their frolic of that fateful Sunday, when secrets were confessed, the family had accepted that basically their sex lives had become virtually an incestuous free for all. However, the fiddling and diddling, sucking, as well as jacking and jilling, and generally no-holes-barred-for-fucking life style was not overdone, there is more to life, after all. But now that relationships were out in the open, things were done in loving joyous freedom, and also fortunately liberated from any jealousy that otherwise that would have been a strain on their bonding and boundless affections for one another. Many menages and combinations were configured and gave variety and spice to the sex life of Mollie’s and Bill’s family.
‘All holes‘, save that of Mary’s vagina, that now would be offered to her father for first penetration. But everybody wanted to be present for the big moment. Thus were they gathered, this horny clan, naked and freshly bathed. Not everybody could fit in the stall at the same time, but they did sort of musical shares of the shower, and when somebody left the water they had two others to dry them. It made for many giggles. Now Bill lay on his back on the bed, Mollie next to him to provide guidance and moral – uhmm . . im-moral support to her daughter. Next to the bed, Julie was keeping her pater’s peter erect and ready with light fingering. Billy was down at the foot to film with the new video camera he had gotten at Christmas.
Mary, her hair loose and flowing, her pubic fuzz fine and a small triangle of curls, was smiling as she climbed on the bed. Her perky breasts were capped with pink round nipples that were already hard with anticipation and excitement. She carefully situated her body atop her father and leaned over to kiss him, “I love you, daddy”, she said softly and settled her pelvis lower on his torso. Her straddling legs bent at the knees, her buttocks were stretched to open the split of her crotch to the penis of her pop, which was leaking pre-cum already. Mollie manipulated the incestuous instrument that was to be the first male member inside her youngest child’s vagina, so that it was at the very portal of her tender femininity.
Mary straightened her back and tilted her hips to feel the bulb prod at her center, it fit between the labia and her lubrication was all but dripping as the first hot flesh of his tip slid in just a smidgen. Bill looked into the eyes of his baby girl and knew she was ready to become a woman. This was her timing and her call, her control and up to her to make the moves. He nodded, their connection was at the point of consummation, but a moment away. Mary closed her eyes then, and with her mouth gaping open and her hand clutching her mother’s fingers, she began to sink down. Bill groaned he had waited for this moment; its anticipation has created a heightened sensitivity for his skin that stretched over his boner.
Then the head was in, and he almost lost it, nearly blowing his saved up wad right then. But he managed to not let the pure pleasure overcome his need to cum and concentrated on the further tight cavity that was engulfing his raging hard-on. Mary opened her lids and looked directly into his face with a serious expression. Then she gave the business of screwing her determined effort and sank down so that she felt the cock in her, touch bottom. Mollie saw her daughter pause and began to say words of comfort, and to advise her to go slow, but held her breath as Mary, with seeming skill of a practiced courtesan, began to ride in a regular rocking motion on her father’s dick. She rose and fell like she really knew what it was all about.
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