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They had listened to Margo's whining from the moment George announced the great deal he gotten on a full week's stay at a Caribbean resort. The catch? They wouldn't know which resort until they got there. "But what if it's horrible?" Margo fretted. "What if it's a dive filled with roaches and rats. They have rats in the Caribbean, don't they?"

"They promised a four-star resort," George insisted, rolling his eyes at their daughter. Jena couldn't resist smirking. She had grown up witnessing Mom finding reasons to worry while Dad maintained a level head. "If it's horrible, I'll book the next flight out and we'll leave the same day."

Margo made his swear to keep his word and repeat his promise every day, including at least three times on the flight to the island. It wasn't until the bus from the airport pulled up to the resort that Margo finally relaxed. "Oh-my-God, it's paradise!" she said as a bellhop led them to their suite. George couldn't help flashing their daughter a knowing "I told you so" smirk.

After her first semester in college, Jena needed a break from the constant studying. Sure, it felt lame going on a family vacation as a fully grown, eighteen-year-old college student, but at least she would return to school with a tan!

Jena thrilled at the bellhop's accent as he earned his tip by running through a long list of amenities. He pointed out the need for proper attire while visiting the lobby or restaurants but quickly added, "Of course, attire is not required to enjoy our saunas, whirlpools, or while visiting our fully private beaches." He went on to explain, "While we are an adults-only resort, we request guests limit their more adult activities to the privacy of their rooms, the specially designated area of the beach or the enclosed swimming pool."

After the bellhop left, Jena asked her Dad, "Does adults-only mean I'm going to be surrounded by old farts all week?"

"I'm sure it means adults-only, as in, no k**s," Dad assured her.

Mom looked skeptical. "What do you think he meant by limiting our more adult activities to our room? Are we going to see people having sex on the beach?"

"I want to go to the beach!" Jena chimed in with a big smile as she headed to the balcony.

"George? Are you sure they didn't mean adults-only like movies that are for adults only?"

Dad shifted his weight nervously. "It was a really good deal."

"The two might want to see this," Jena called. Their balcony overlooked one of the outdoor pools and the only people wearing clothes were the dark-skinned employees serving drinks.

"George? Did you book us for a week at a swinger's resort?" Mom asked with a big smile growing on her face.

"I knew Jena wouldn't come if it was a Disney resort," George tried explaining. "That's what I thought they meant by adults only."

"Baby? Would you give your Mom and Dad a few minutes of privacy?" Mom asked their daughter.

Reluctantly, Jena stepped back inside their suite but not before complaining, "Am I being sent to my room?" In a huff, she sat cross-legged and with crossed arms on the sofa while doing her best to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"You and your discount vacations," Mom said, though she sounded amused instead of angry.

Dad's apologetic sounding reply surprised Jena. "You did say you always wanted to come to someplace like this."

"I do," Mom snorted. "It would serve you right if I said I wanted to stay."

"We could see about buying just one plane ticket and send Jena home," Dad suggested.

"No," Mom flatly stated, once more leaving the eavesdropping Jena stunned. "Either all of us stay or all of us go home together."

"Are you suggesting we put it to a vote?" Dad sounded as incredulous as Jena felt at Mom's suggestion. "That doesn't sound like much fun."

"Oh, I think it's going to be lots of fun seeing you on a nude beach with your daughter," Mom laughed.

"What if I get hard?"

"Yeah, what if?" Mom asked, sounding absolutely delighted. "Shall we ask her?"

Jena bit back a happy smirk as her parents stepped back into the suite. She already knew her answer.

"Your Mom thinks we should put staying or going to a vote," George told their daughter, knowing he had to spin it. "But, if we do, she also thinks we should take full advantage of the resort as a family."

"Okay," Jena said with an easy-going shrug.

George looked to his wife for help. Margo waved him on. "You're doing fine. Keep going."

"I guess that means, um, doing everything together includes visiting the beach as a family." He studying his daughter, trying to read her expression to make sure he understood what he meant. She sat all crossed up and as closed off to him as Margo could get when she was being belligerent. "Nude," he added. "All of us." Still no change. "Me in front of you and you in front of me."

"I'm okay with that," she said. Her eyes flickered towards her Mom and the smallest of smirks cracked the facade of her otherwise blank expression. Eyes back on him, she lost the hint of a smirk. "For the record, I've seen naked men before."

Margo made matters worse by chuckling.

"I'm serious," George insisted. "And I can't promise that seeing your Mom naked won't have an effect on me."

"What about seeing me naked?" Jena asked, lowering her arms enough to show off her breasts.

"If I get that way, does it really matter who made it happen?" George asked, bewildered and confused. How could both women be okay with this? Not only was he outnumbered, they were both enjoying his discomfort, too. He realized he had to try a different approach. "And you're okay with everyone else at this resort seeing you naked?"

"Are you okay with everyone seeing you and Mom naked?" she asked, eyeing him up and down as if he was a piece of meat. "What if they like it?" George rolled his eyes. Before he could say more, she made it worse, "What if I like it?" When he heard Margo's snicker, he realized Jena was still playing to her audience of one.

"Fine," he said through clenched teeth, clearly unhappy with their decision.

"I have an idea," Margo said, feeling bad with how they were ganging up on her poor husband. "Let's give the beach a try and if it feels too awkward, we can still see about getting a flight home." She gave her husband a quick peck on the cheek before heading to their bedroom. He followed right on her heels.

"Are you crazy?" he asked, shutting the door behind him.

"Not at all," she said, getting undressed. "This was your idea, so let's do it."

"I didn't know I was booking a week at a swinger's resort."

"I know, but you did, now deal with it."

"I don't want to get hard in front of our daughter."

"Then don't," Margo said, pressing her naked body against him. She grabbed the front of his shorts and gave him a playful squeeze. "Get hard for me."

"And her," he said, still stymied by her attitude.

"And she's seen it all before," Margo insisted without going into all the details she already knew about their daughter's sex life. "I realize you still think of her as your little girl, but she's my daughter, too, and she maybe more like me than you want to admit."

"Oh God," George groaned, picking up on her hint. He knew Margo's free-spirited past. When they had started dating, she had made it clear she didn't value monogamy. That had suited George just fine. Marriage and the eventual birth of their only c***d hadn't changed her opinion or his. In fact, the hassle of being off birth control long enough to conceive was one of the reasons why Jena was an only c***d. George swapped his clothes for a bathing suit.

Carrying large beach towels provided by the resort, they wore bathing suits as they left their room, walked through the resort, and exited the building for the beach. Behind oversized sunglasses, Jena scanned the naked bodies s**ttered about the beach. She felt like the youngest person there and she did her best to ignore how many eyes tracked the three of them.

Alongside his daughter, George was doing the same thing. Behind his sunglasses, he noticed the wide variety of different body types sprawled out. Many of the people were his age or older. Some were in great shape, though most were very average looking. He and Margo had fantasized about visiting someplace like this, but never with his daughter in tow. He couldn't believe Margo was okay with staying.

Margo led the party of three towards a more secluded section of the beach. The least she could do was give them a bit of privacy. She missed noticing the sign warning the area they were approaching might include public displays of affection. Instead, she was happy to be away from the larger crowds s**ttered about the beach. No reason to torture George with the extra eye candy of so many other naked people.

Once they had reached an area separated by dunes, she laid out the beach blanket, faced the water, and untied her bikini top. Feeling the sun on her bare breasts felt good. She wondered if George would notice her hard nipples. Hooking her thumbs inside the elastic of her bottoms, she shucked them off before sitting down. It felt strange being naked in the open like this, but strange in a very good way.

George saw how quickly and easily his wife got naked and sighed. Of course she would. In college, she had earned extra money modeling nude for art students. He often wondered how many drawings and paintings existed of her naked body. Surely, this wasn't as of a big deal for her as it was for him. He did his best to ignore how fine she still looked nearly twenty-five years later. Her breasts were bigger than back then, but her ass was still tight with very little wiggle. Sucking in a deep breath, he eased off his swim trunks and quickly sat down.

"Mom? Are you sure this is where you want to be?" Jena asked. She had noticed the sign they had passed and caught glimpses of the couples s**ttered around the nearby dunes. She might be new the idea of an adults-only resort, but she was quick enough to realize what the sign had meant. The couples s**ttered around them were doing a lot more than just sunbathing.

"Oh, don't be such a prude," Mom replied, mostly looking at the ocean and looking no further than checking out her husband and glancing at her daughter. "If you're afraid of your Dad seeing you naked, then we should let him buy new plane tickets."

"I'm fine," Jena said, distracted by the couple sitting closest to them. They were in their thirties and seemed very fascinated by the odd trio of Jena with a clearly older couple. The man sat with his legs parted while his wife (Jena assumed the woman was his wife) openly stroked his hard cock. The man flashed Jena smile. His wife offered a friendly wave with her free hand. Though she successfully choked back the urge to laugh uncontrollably, she couldn't hide the big smile on her face as she realized Mom and Dad had no idea where they were. "I'm not shy."

"Then why don't you step over here," Mom suggested, pointing in front of her and her husband. "Let your Dad see you."

And me see him, Jena thought, stepping in front of her naked parents before taking off her two-piece bathing suit. She started with her top, undoing the tie around her neck and letting it fall down to expose her tits. She wasn't as busty as her Mom, but most of the guys she had known seemed to like her smaller tits. She saw her Dad watching her and smiled. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," he said from between clenched teeth. Did Jena have any idea how much her youthful body reminded him of Margo from back in the day? Margo used to have smaller tits like his daughter and sometimes he missed that. His palms still remembered the thrill of Margo's breasts when they were barely a handful and nothing more. He glanced at his wife and saw her big smile. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Why not?" Margo said, rubbing her husband's thigh. "She's beautiful, isn't she?"

"Just like her Mom," he said, meaning exactly what he said. If Margo looked a few years younger and their daughter a couple years older, they could pass as sisters. It felt uncomfortable staring at his daughter and feeling the same excited rush he had reserved for his wife. He felt his cock roll over between his legs and willed himself to stay as soft as possible.

As Jena wiggled out of her bottoms, she looked passed her parents at the couple watching her with great interest. From the way they studied her, they clearly approved of seeing her naked. Distracted by the amorous couple sitting less than ten yards away, she missed her Mom's question. "Excuse me?"

"Do you shave or wax?" Mom asked, staring directly at Jena's crotch.

"Oh, I wax," Jena said, still distracted. That other couple might be older, but they were attractive. The way they stared at her so openly made her heart flutter. It fascinated her that the woman would continue to stroke her husband as they watched her, nearly as much as seeing a man naked and hard in the open. She shivered when the woman raked a hand across her chest and Jena realized the man had his hand between his wife's legs, too.

"This isn't so bad, is it?" Mom asked Dad.

George grunted, too busy trying to hold his body in check. This wasn't bad, it was worse. His daughter looked gorgeous and he couldn't stop staring at her innocent looking beauty. His eyes ran up and down her body, studying and memorizing every curve, freckle, and the placement of a tiny mole just to the left of a spot that should be covered by pubic hair. As annoying as anything else was his wife's hand rubbing his thigh. "Are you trying to get a rise out of me?"

"I don't think that matters," Jena said, still distracted.

Margo followed Jena's gaze, looking behind them for the first time and seeing the other couple staring at them. "Oh-my-God," she gasped, unable to stop staring for a long moment. The man was clearly hard and receiving a handjob. She didn't miss what he was doing to his girlfriend, either or the way they stared back with a happy look on their face. "George? You should look."

George turned around, scanning the beach and first saw another couple in the distance who were clearly fucking. Finally, he spied the couple sitting behind them. "Well okay," he said, unsure how else to react.

"I think that's what the sign meant," Jena said, explaining the sign her parents had missed. "We could move to the other area," George suggested.

"No," Margo said. This was perfect payback for her cheap husband and his discount vacations. If Jena felt could handle it, Margo could, too.

"I'm fine," Jena said with a whimsical smirk as she sat down next to her Dad on the blanket. She stared at the pretty blue water for a few minutes before sprawling out on her stomach, facing the couple sitting behind them and watching. If they were going to stare at her, why shouldn't she watch them, too? She smiled and they smiled back, confirming her suspicion that it was okay for her to watch.

"This is crazy," George muttered, feeling another stirring between legs and knew he was soon to have a problem.

While staring at the long, hard cock the woman stroked, Jena realized she had been so distracted by them, she had never checked out what her Dad was packing. She looked over her shoulder and only saw his back. Dad was sitting with his knees bent. If only he would lay down on his back. Deciding she couldn't wait for that happen, she moved and knelt. "Hey Mom, did you bring any lotion?" As she knelt in front of her parents, Jena made it a point to look between her Dad's knees.

"Hey!" Dad cried out, catching her gaze and hiding his cock behind his hands.

"What?" Jena asked as if it was nothing.

"Yes, George, what's your problem?" Margo asked, laughing and pulling at her husband's arm, trying to get him to uncover.

"Come on, Dad, are you shy?" Jena laughed and joined the game by pulling on his other arm.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" George asked, caught between the pulling of the two women in his life. He easily fought against them for a moment before giving up. "Fine, you want to see it?" He relaxed his arms, allowing them to pull his hands away from half-hard prick resting against his balls.

"Damn Dad, you're hung!" Jena squealed in delight at seeing her father's full nudity. Seeing him completely naked sent an unexpected surge through her body. Seeing Dad naked felt wrong, very wrong and remarkably exciting, too. She couldn't stop staring at his beautiful prick as she fought against a sudden urge to touch it.

"It gets better," Mom said without hesitating to do exactly what Jena wanted to do. Mom caressed Dad's cock, giving him a playful squeeze.

"Seriously?" Dad said, looking at his wife with dismay. "You're going to do that in front of our daughter?"

"Sorry," Margo said, pulling her hand way and tried behaving herself. "But if she wasn't here. . ."

"Except she is," George grumbled, frustrated and unhappy with how his world had spun out of control. Being naked on the beach with his wife would have felt strange without their daughter, but seeing her kneeling next to him made it feel stranger. "Are you going to keep staring?" he asked Jena.

"Why not?" she asked with the flicker of a playful smirk on her full lips. "Isn't that the point?"

"Then I guess it's okay if I stare at you, too." He planted his eyes on her chest.

Jena shrugged. While it felt odd being naked in front of her Dad, she didn't care if he stared at her. Why should she? Regardless of their age, it's what guys did. She had grown very accustomed to men of every age raking their lecherous eyes across her body so why should it matter if it Dad did it, too?

"You're okay with this?" George asked, turning to his wife and noticing how she was still staring between his legs. He also noticed how her nipples looked very stiff.

"I'm fine," she cooed, slowly dragging her eyes up his body until she was looking in his slate blue eyes, the same color eyes of their daughter. She saw how red-faced he looked. Was he angry? Embarrassed? She gave him a hesitant smile, ready to drop it if he reacted poorly. "I really am okay with this."

"Including the people fucking behind us?"

"They aren't fucking," she said, glancing over her shoulder at the couple groping each other before she looked past her husband and saw the couple she had missed. "Oh, okay. Yeah, they are."

"And you want to stay?"

Margo heard the disbelief in his voice. "Why not?" she asked, dropping her smile and truly challenging him. "We've talked about doing someplace like this and now we're here."

"With our daughter," George grumbled as if Jena couldn't hear them.

"I'm fine," Jena chimed catching her mother's eye and nodding her head, too. "Really."

Margo saw their daughter's expression and could tell she wasn't lying. She wasn't surprised. Jena might have her father's eyes, but she had her mother's lust for life. Her husband had no idea how hard Margo had worked helping Jena control her lustful tendencies until she turned eighteen. After insisting Jena hold back until she was legally an adult, how could Margo ask her to hold back now?

"Just relax and enjoy yourself."

George struggled to keep his eyes locked on his wife's eyes instead of drifting back over her body again. He loved his wife and loved seeing her naked. Instead of dimming the fires of their lustfulness, the last twenty-five years had seen their playfulness grow into a blazing inferno. Those years had been filled with confessions of secret fantasies followed by acting them out. No one knew the depths of his perversions as well as Margo and he carried her secrets, too. With a single look, a whispered suggestion, and an innocent caress, George could make his wife's knees go weak with desire. She could do the same to him.

"But. . ." he said in a hoarse croak while flickering his eyes towards his nudity.

"But what?" Margo asked as a sly, sinister smile appeared on her face. She understood his concern. She understood he was worried about getting hard in front of their daughter. "She might like it." When his eyes went wide with shock, she couldn't help laughing.

"What's so funny?" Jena asked, back to lying on her stomach and watching the couple behind them.

"Your Dad's still worried about getting hard in front of you."

"I've seen hard-ons before," Jena said.

It wasn't their daughter's confession that prompted George rolling his eyes as he sighed. He wasn't so naive to think his daughter was still a virgin. Without knowing the details, he was sure that wasn't true. No, his sigh was triggered because his wife only had it half right. Rather than use words to express his concern, he used only his eyes. A quick flicker of his gaze towards Jena was all it took.

"Really?" Margo asked him, wide-eyed with surprise but looking delighted at the same time. Even without his words, she understood his concern. He was worried seeing Jena naked would make him hard.

"I'm just a man," he muttered, ashamed his daughter could have an effect on him.

"Good thing I like to share," Margo said, sliding her hand between his legs and giving his half-hard cock a playful squeeze.

George couldn't take his wife's teasing. Knowing she was doing it on purpose only made it worse. He couldn't stop his body's reaction. As his cock grew firmer, he stole a quick glance at their daughter. At least Jena was ignoring them. His eyes lingered for a moment on his daughter's firm, upturned ass before making a decision. "I'm going swimming," he announced, standing up and strolling to the water without looking back. If he was lucky, the cool water would ease the strain of his cock growing hard.

"You're cruel," Jena told her Mom as soon as Dad was out of earshot.

"I'm just having some fun," Mom said as if it was nothing.

"You're doing more than that."

"Maybe," Margo agreed, watching her husband wading into the surf and enjoying the view of his tight ass. She really was a lucky woman to find such a good man. "Am I embarrassing you?"

"I think it's cute," Jena replied, flashing her a smile. "I've always thought the two of you made a nice couple." She rolled over and watched Dad standing in waist deep water as he stared at the horizon. "Was it really on your bucket list to come to a place like this?"

Mom nodded, but her wistful smile said there was more to it.

"What else?" Jena asked, unsure if her Mom would go into it or not.

Margo stared at her daughter for a long moment as she took a measure of everything she knew. How much should she tell Jena? How much could the young woman truly understand? She chewed on her bottom lip as she considered all the truths she had learned since being eighteen. If she told the truth about her marriage, how would Jena react? Throwing caution to the wind, she blurted out the biggest secret they had kept from their daughter, "Your Dad and I have an open marriage."

Margo watched her daughter absorb the shocking news. Jena looked surprised. She looked back at her father standing in the ocean before asking, "The two of you fuck around?"

Margo nodded. "Mostly as a couple, but not always."

Jena reflected on the newsflash, startled by the news as she tried applying it to the life she had shared with her parents. She could remember times when Mom went out for the night and didn't come home until the next day. Dad had done the same thing, but she had never questioned their comings and goings. She tried imagining Mom kissing another man as passionately as she would kiss Dad and couldn't do it. "Are you bullshitting me?"

"Not even close," Mom said, laughing at her. "Remember Karen?"

"Dad's cousin, right?" Jena confirmed. For a long time, Jena had thought of the pretty woman as Aunt Karen until she learned the idea of cousins. Karen lived several states away and would often show up to spend a long weekend with them. She hadn't visited after getting married a couple years ago. Slowly it dawned on her why Mom was bringing up her name. "Wait, Dad used to fuck his cousin?"

"They took the idea of being kissing cousins very literally."

As Jena watched Dad wading in from the surf, she remembered how Karen (still Aunt Karen in her mind) used to sleep with Mom and Dad like it was a sleepover. "And you?" she asked, still wrapping her mind the idea.

"Both of us," Mom confirmed with a huge grin on her face as she watched her husband approaching.

George felt better after his time in the surf, more in control, though it had taken a long time for that control to return. The water had been warmer than he anticipated and felt good against his naked body, reminding him of skinny dipping with his cousins. As he strolled back to the beach blanket, he felt his cock and balls swaying like a pendulum. At least he wasn't hard. He spied the other people hidden among the dunes. Not all of them were couples, either. He saw at least one trio happily enjoying each other and had spied two couples going at it side-by-side. None of that helped him maintain his composure. Neither did seeing his wife and daughter staring at him. He scanned the beach instead of staring back.

"How's the water?" Margo asked as he reached the blanket and stretched out on his stomach.

"Warm," he said noticing the couple behind them were still caressing each other. The woman smiled at him as she continued stroking her boyfriend or husband's hard cock. George knew that could be taken as an invitation but didn't act on it, not with his daughter laying right next to him. If it had been just him and Margo, then hanging with that other couple might be fun. They had attended enough lifestyle events that he recognized when another couple was interested in swapping or more. He smiled back before looking away. He couldn't allow himself to think about the kinds of fun he and Margo might have if their daughter wasn't with them.

"Mom told me about Aunt Karen," Jena announced, openly eyeing her father's naked body.

"Told what?" George asked, looking at his wife as he knelt between the two naked women. He knew his daughter was looking at his prick and didn't care. He was too busy staring at his wife.

"Considering where we are, everything," Margo said with a steady stare and smirk on her pretty lips.

George felt his blood boil as a surge of anger coursed through his veins. What right did Margo have telling their daughter something so personal and private? He swallowed hard, fighting off a sudden burst of unexpected frustration. "And?" he asked, amazed that he managed to keep his tone even and reasonable sounding.

"And nothing," Margo shrugged. She had seen the flicker of anger in his eyes and watched it fade away just as fast. She grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "She's all grown-up, George. There's no reason to keep our life a secret from her."

George felt his head spinning as he tried wrapping his head around Jena knowing their biggest secret. It was difficult as he felt a series of emotions crashing through him like waves on the beach behind him. He felt shocked, angry again, and then confused. How could she tell Jena without talking to him first? He added betrayed to his swirling list of emotions. He looked at their daughter and blurted out, "Your Mom likes it up the ass."

"Me too," Jena said with a big smile that she hoped might defuse the tension between her parents. "I mean, I've never had a man back there, but I like feeling a finger or a toy back there."

George felt his world spinning farther out of control. Dad's weren't supposed to know something so personal about his daughter. He still wanted to lash out and embarrass his wife. "She once blew her brother at a party."

"Hey," Margo objected, confused by her husband's angry tone. "I didn't know it was my brother when I did it." She quickly set the story straight by explaining a drunken high school graduation party where several girls unwittingly blew their brothers. "They set up a blowjob booth where you couldn't see who the guy was. Two of the guys thought it would be funny to make sisters suck their brothers."

"That's so mean!" Jena chuckled, wishing she had thought up the same game at a couple of the crazy parties she had gone to during the summer. "Did you freak out when you found out?"

"Not so much," Margo said with a grin of her own. "I mean, a dick is a dick is a dick, right? And my brother actually had a pretty good one."

"Did you ever do it again?"

Margo shook her head, holding back on admitting that she would have done it until she looked up at her husband and saw his scowling expression. Fuck it, she thought, throwing caution to the wind. "I always wanted to, though." That confession broke George's scowl.

"Really?" he asked, surprised. He hadn't been at the party, that was long before he had met Margo. After the first time he had heard the story, he had confessed messing around with his cousins. Sometimes, Margo would tell that story as an icebreaker with a new couple. Margo had never said she wanted to do it again with her brother.

"That's so hot," Jena purred, still smiling at her mother. "Sometimes I wish I had a brother."

"Hell, let's invite Uncle John over and you can both do him," Dad groused.

"Okay," the two women said together before bursting out laughing in identical sounding guffaws.

"Only if we can both do him at the same time," Margo added.

"I will if you will!" Jena squealed without thinking about it. She doubted it would ever happen, but if it did, she would do it if Mom did it, too. Why not?

George couldn't believe the two of them and finally gave up trying. "Hell, why don't the two of you practice with me?" He smirked when that choked off their laughing and giggling. Mother and daughter exchanged a glance. Both were still smiling, but neither one was laughing.

Jena's eyes went wide at Dad's suggestion. She didn't understand his angry, frustrated tone. Was he mad about Mom telling their secrets? Why did it matter? They were on a nude beach together at a swinger resort. If there was ever a time or place to keep it real between them, wasn't this it?

Margo saw her daughter's wide-eyed expression and had a different take on things. She understood her husband was lashing out and trying hard to embarrass her except that never worked with her. Margo loved the passion of sex, as far as she could remember, she always had. In her mind, nothing felt as wonderful as sharing the intimacy of sexual contact.

She had never been shy about showing off her body or saying "yes" to more with nearly anyone. Finding a partner who shared her lust for life had been a blessing multiplied by every year they had played together. Together, she and George had experienced amazing moments of bliss. She loved watching him fuck another woman and how he would sometimes look at her while he did it. She could recognize the thrill in his eyes when he saw her with another man. Without a doubt, she knew he felt the same way she did.

If there was one truism to their marriage, it was simple, his pleasure never subtracted from hers and vice versa. Could that apply to the three of them, too? "I'm okay with it if Jena is," she said, turning her gaze from their shocked and surprised daughter to gaze up at her husband. She saw him blink hard and shake his head as if waking up from a fugue-like state.

"Are you serious?" he asked, stunned by his wife's suggestion. He blinked hard a second time before accepting that she was. Margo was never joking whenever she was saying yes to sex.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do," Mom told Jena as she wrapped her hand around Dad's cock. "You can help, watch, or simply tell me to stop and I will."

Jena's eyes moved from staring at her Mom to staring at what her Mom was doing to Dad. She looked up at her Dad and saw him staring at his wife. He didn't stop Mom from touching him.

"You're going to make me hard," he said through clenched teeth.

"Okay," Mom said, running her thumb against the underside of his prick in such a way that Jena knew she was determined to make Dad hard. She glanced at Jena and asked, "Is this okay?"

Jena felt her words catch in her throat. She couldn't speak, but she could nod. She swallowed hard, breaking the log jam that interfered with her ability to speak words before biting back the first words that came to mind. She wanted to ask if she could help and didn't dare. She quickly substituted those words. "It looks nice," she told Mom.

"You can help," Mom said, pulling one of Jena's hands towards her father's swelling cock. "I really don't mind sharing."

Jena felt once removed from her body as she allowed Mom to put her tiny hand on her father's cock. She didn't fight Mom's invitation. Instead, it felt as if her hand worked on autopilot. As soon as she touched the sponge flesh of Dad's cock, her hand circled around it and she playfully squeezed him several times.

"It can't believe you're doing this," Dad said. Jena looked up and saw he was talking to Mom. George couldn't blame his daughter for accepting her mother's invitation. That thought didn't make what was happening more or less right in his mind, it only focused where he placed the blame for what was happening.

"She can stop if she wants," Margo said, adding her hand to her husband's dangling ball sac.

George looked at their daughter, saw how intently she was watching her hand pleasuring him and knew she wasn't going to stop. He glanced at her naked, nubile body, admiring her tiny titties and noticing how her pink nipples looked very stiff. He fought the urge to caress her chest. "Do you really want to see your Dad hard?" Looking up at him with an open expression of acceptance, she eagerly nodded.

Jena glanced at her Mom. The two of them shared a quick smile that reassured the younger woman that her Mom was okay with what was happening. Jena squeezed her legs together as she accepted the reality of what was happening. Piece-by-piece, each element began washing over her, starting with how intimately she was touching her father. Maybe it was wrong, but why did it feel so right?

She felt him growing harder and wanted desperately for him to get all the way hard. She wanted to see him completely hard. She wanted to see his cock swollen and aching for release with its veins distended while he gasped with pleasure. The idea that she could make her Dad feel that way thrilled her. So did the idea of seeing that happen with her Mom and doing it on a beach and doing it where others could see the three of them. All of it swirled and collided inside of her mind and made her very excited.

Margo studied her husband's reaction, watching as he gave up trying to fight against what was happening. She saw his cock beginning its magnificent rise to its full length and thickness. George didn't have the biggest cock in the world, but he was very well endowed. She felt the same shiver she always did when sharing him for the first time. George's cock was big enough to impress most women without scaring them that it might hurt to fuck it.

She watched their daughter, too. She saw how intently Jena stared at the effect of their hands on this marvelous man Margo had loved so deeply for so long. She felt the same way towards their daughter. She and George had created a beautiful, dynamic young woman who would never allow a man to take advantage of her. Their daughter was filled with passion for life and compassion for all. She knew their daughter went both ways and wondered if Jena would welcome an intimate touch from her mother.

While he had never modeled in the nude like his wife, George had often wondered if he could secretly be an exhibitionist. His thrill of being seen naked had prevented him from becoming a life studies model, despite Margo's urging. Kneeling with his back to the surf meant he faced the other couple. They gleefully watched his two women caressing his cock and making him hard. He enjoyed the attention even as he considered the stray thought, his two women. Was that true? On some level, weren't they both his women? Hadn't he promised his undying love and protection to both women? And didn't that make him their man as much as anything else?

"Oh Daddy," Jena purred. "You have such a beautiful cock!"

Hearing his daughter talking so graphically startled George before he caught himself. The three of them were naked together. Hell, he was naked and hard because of her touch, why would a potty mouth surprise him? He smiled for the first time since realizing the mistake he had made with signing them up for this trip. "I'm glad you like it," he said, letting her see his smile.

"Someone else looks excited," Margo said, eyeing their daughter and recognizing the signs of arousal as clearly as she felt them within her own body. Jena's swollen nipples were begging for attention and she had caught how Jena kept squirming.

"Is that okay?" Jena asked, feeling a funny blush washing over her. It felt strange being turned on in front of her parents and even odder to have her Mom calling her out on it.

"It's very okay," Margo said, cupping one of her breasts and tweaking a nipple. What she really wanted to do was feel one of her daughter's nipples between her fingers. For now, she would be satisfied with touching herself.

"It's okay if one of you want to do more," George suggested, curious how far they would go now that the ice had been broken between them.

"I think it would be more fun to see how long we can keep you hard," Margo suggested with a sly, sinister smirk. George groaned. Margo had a very bad habit of forcing him to edge for hours before satisfying him. She loved bringing him to the absolute brink of an orgasm before stopping and admiring his excitement. Sometimes, he would tease her about calling up one of his girlfriends (or even his cousin) and getting off with them instead of her. She had always told him to go for it, as long as she could watch. It was just one more of the many sex games they enjoyed playing.

"Let's go swimming!" Jena said, liking her mother's suggestion.

George chased after the two women laughing and dashing into the warm, blue surf. His hard cock bobbed up and down as he ran, more an exciting distraction than a bother. The water felt even better on his second trip. The three of them jumped against each wave as it crested, splashing their faces with salt water. Margo floated into his arms, wrapping her arms and legs around him and kissing him deeply. "I love you," she said, reaching between them and playfully grabbing at his hard cock.

"Ew, are you two fucking?" Jena asked, wading up closer. The big, bright smile on her face betrayed her words.

"Not yet," Margo said, pushing away and leaving her husband standing in water that covered his waist while reaching to her chest. She bounced with each wave, enjoying how the clear, blue water caressed her breasts. Through the water, she could see George's hard-on still swollen and proud of itself.

"Let's try to dunk Dad!" Jena squealed, jumping on her father's back and trying to pull him over. She didn't weigh enough to have an impact on his ability to maintain his footing. Instead, George felt his daughter's naked body pressing against his back and she held on to him. She bounced up and down against him, rubbing her naked body against him as she called out to Mom for help.

Margo joined the fray, adding her weight to his back as she grabbed her husband and her daughter. George wasn't having it. The salt water made the two women too buoyant to affect him. Laughing, he grabbed at the women until he spun around and realized he was holding his daughter by her ass as she pressed her nude body against his. For a long moment, their eyes locked as they smiled broadly. "I love you, Daddy," she said, kissing on the cheek before hugging him tightly. George felt hyper aware of his hard cock throbbing mere inches away from her pussy. If he relaxed his grip on her ass just a little, he could ease her on top of his prick.

"Ew, are the two of you fucking?" Margo asked, mimicking the tone and words their daughter had just used.

"Not yet," Jena said before pushing away from her Dad. She looked through the clear water at his hard-on and realized how close they had come to doing that. She was still enjoying the view of her Dad standing naked and hard in the surf when her mother startled her. Mom swam up behind her, wrapped her arms around the skinny girl, and pulled her beneath the water. "Two can play that game!" Jena said, sputter water as she came back to the surface. She darted after her Mom, grabbed the woman who had raised her, and as she returned the dunking, she realized how intimately she had groped the other woman.

Laughing, Mom grabbed her daughter, seemingly mindless about where her hands landed as the two women wrestled with who would go under next. They were evenly matched and it took only a moment before they both realized their grabbing had turned into groping. Margo held her daughter's skinny ass in both hands while Jena held her tits. Margo slipped a finger inside her daughter's pussy. Jena's eyes went wide but she didn't back away.

"I've never done it in the water," Jena said, playing with her tits. Mom's nipples were fat, hard, and Jena wanted to feel them inside her mouth.

"Your Dad has," Margo said, adding a second finger inside her daughter and finger fucking her. "That's how he first fucked his cousin." Leaning forward, she kissed her daughter on the lips. Jena held her kiss for a single moment before she backed away.

"Okay, that feels a little weird," she admitted, squirming out of her mother's arms before she got too excited and did too much. Picking up her feet, she tread water between her naked parents and admired their nakedness. It felt funny being naked with them, but funny in a good way. After wondering how far they would take things, she began wondering how far she wanted to go. Touching Daddy's cock had felt good. Mom's finger had felt good, too. Despite the warm water and hot sun bearing down on her, Jena shivered.

"We should probably lotion up before the three of us burn," Mom suggested, leading the way back to their beach blanket.

George followed his girls, admiring their backsides as they reached the shallow water and stood. From behind, they looked so similar. They had the same walk down to how their hips swayed from side-to-side. While their section of the beach was mostly empty, nearly every eye studied them. Could they tell they were mother and daughter?

When they reached the blanket, Margo methodically coated herself with lotion without noticing how intently George watched her. He watched her hands circle and cupping her larger breasts. His cock throbbed as her slippery hand worked across her stomach before caressing her pussy. She quickly coated her legs before passing over the bottle to George.

He didn't notice the two sets of eyes watching him as he smeared the protective sunscreen across his big chest. Automatically, he followed his usual system of applying sunscreen. He did his chest and arms before smearing lotion on his calves and thighs, just as he would if they were on any other beach. But then he needed to do his middle, too. With another dollop in his palm, he rubbed around his hard cock and caressed his balls before stroking his hard cock.

"Do you do that a lot?" Jena asked, staring at him intently. It took George a second to realize how it must have looked like he was masturbating.

"Sorry, should I have let you do it?"

"You can do me if you want," she said, lying on her back in front of her Dad as if it was nothing for him to see her completely naked.

He wasn't sure why, but he looked over his shoulder at Margo before doing anything. Smiling, she nodded for him to do it. Holding the bottle over her body, he drizzled a fine along each of her legs from her ankles to her thighs. As he rubbed the lotion into her legs, his eyes remained on her perfect, womanly body. He quickly did her thighs without playing around before doing both of her arms, too. That only left her torso.

George painted thin lines on Jena's body, circling her smaller breasts before adding a line down her middle and circling her navel. He started with her stomach before slipping his hand across firm tits still immune from the effects of gravity. As he felt her stiff nipples against the palm of his hand, Margo reached into his lap and began pulling on his swollen cock. "Don't miss anywhere important," she cooed in his ear.

Jena forced herself to lay completely still as Dad raked his hand across her nude body. She studied his face, watching him staring at her laid out before him. She fought against another excited shiver. He couldn't stop staring at her nudity as he caressed her calves and thighs. Oddly, she felt a flicker of disappointment when he barely caressed her upper thighs.

After he did her arms, there was nothing left for him to do but touch her. The lotion felt warm from the bottle sitting in the sun as he circled her tits. She forced herself to stay absolutely still when his hand started slipping over her tits. She wanted to moan and didn't.

Dad's big hand caressed her belly before that left only one more spot. She parted her legs a little, inviting his touch as Mom told him not to miss anywhere important. Could he tell she was excited? When he caressed around her pussy, she enjoyed the side of his hand rubbing against her. She bit back another moan when his hand centered itself and caressed her pussy. A single finger slipped between her lips. He didn't try to finger her like Mom had done, but his finger did tickle her clitoris and she gasped.

"That's hot as hell," Margo said.

"Because she's my daughter?" George asked, throbbing inside Margo's hand.

"Yes," Margo said. "And because she's beautiful. You know how much I like seeing you with another woman."

"Is that really true?" Jena asked. She had seen friends of hers paired off together and thought it was fun, but she had never seen a boyfriend making out with someone else.

"Oh yeah," Mom said in a husky moan. "When I see him do something to another woman, I know how good it feels when he does that for me. It's like he's doing it to me without touching or something."

"That's funny," George said, intrigued with her answer. "I get that, but whenever I see you with another man, I can't help but think how lucky he is to touch you because I know how good you feel."

"Aw," Margo said, kissing her husband. "You're so sweet! What about when I'm with another woman?"

"That's just hot as fuck," he laughed before giving his real answer. "Actually, it's seeing how excited you get because I know you love doing it. Hell, I guess that applies to when you're with another guy, too. It's fun seeing you excited."

"And I like seeing how excited you get watching me," Margo added, kissing him again.

Jena watched them kissing and smiled. She always loved how much in love they were with other. She had grown up seeing them kiss and flirt with each other, even when she didn't know that's what they were doing. She wanted to feel that way, too. Could they feel that way towards her? Would it be okay if she flirted with them?

"We're not grossing you out, are we?" Mom asked.

"I'm hoping you'll keep going."

"We can," Margo told her husband. She glanced past him at the other couples. "We're on the right beach for that."

"This is good," he said, caressing her breasts and appreciating her hand between his legs without taking it any further. He wasn't opposed to doing it in front of other people, they had certainly done that in the past while attending lifestyle events. In fact, that was his biggest frustration with lifestyle events, there wasn't much swapping and sharing. Instead, while everyone flirted with each other, people usually paired off with their usual partner.

"Is it because I'm here?" Jena asked.

"No, baby," he quickly insisted. "You have nothing to do with it."

"So you're okay with fucking in front of our daughter?" Margo asked.

Her question caught him off-guard. "I guess," he said, examining his feelings. Up until that moment, everything they had done had felt more playful than sexual. Certainly, it was sexual, too. They were naked. He was hard and he had no doubt that Jena was excited. He had felt her stiff nipples raking against the palm of his hand and the heat of her pussy against his fingers. He didn't need to touch his wife's pussy to know she was worked up, too. "Are you?"

"You don't want me to answer that question," Margo replied. She wanted more than fucking her husband in front of Jena. She wanted to see George fucking their daughter, but did she dare say that out loud? Why couldn't this be enough for her? They were naked on a near public beach. George was hard in front of his daughter. Margo was wet as hell and excited to the point of bursting. Even if nothing else happened between the three of them, they had gone farther than she ever thought would happen.

"You want more, don't you?" George asked, reading her thoughts with his usual accuracy.

"I want it all," she said, wondering if he would pick up on that, too. Her eyes flickered towards their daughter. "All three of us."

"Pervert," George chuckled before kissing her deeply and reaching between her legs. He wasn't surprised to find her pussy wet and on fire. He knew he would. He sank his fingers into her warm, soft wetness, rubbing her swollen clit as he considered her answer. He remembered how excited she had gotten the first time they had seduced his cousin together. It had thrilled Margo on a deep level, earning her the playful tease of being the perverted one in their relationship.

"You know I am," Margo said, holding George's wrist so he wouldn't stop fingering her pussy. She glanced past him, verifying that Jena was paying attention. Margo saw the younger version of herself watching her parents fooling around. She saw the fire burning in eyes that matched her father's. When she smiled at her daughter, Jena smiled back at her mother.

Mom's smile told Jena it was okay for her to keep watching. Seeing them kissing and caressing each other felt like an extension of the affections she had grown up seeing them expressing. Except this was much more intimate than a lingering kiss in the kitchen or a playful pat on the ass. Dad had sounded hesitant to do too much in front of her while Mom sounded like she wanted to go all the way. Jena wasn't sure what all the way would mean with her parents. Would it mean seeing them having sex or being part of it? She knew which she wanted it to be. She wanted much more than just watching them.

Moaning, Mom begged Dad to keep going. Though she was talking to her husband between kisses, she was looking at Jena as she said it. She could guess Mom was excited about doing it in front of Jena. She squirmed, squeezing her thighs together against the ache she felt between them. She wanted to touch herself, but did she dare do that in front of them?

Just thinking about putting her hand between her legs in front of her parents sent a sharp, deep ache through Jena's body. She felt her face blush at the dirty thought while her heart began racing. She should do it. If she ever wanted to be a part of their magic, she had to do something. Moving slowly, she slid her hand over her pussy and slipped a single finger between her puffy, swollen lips.

She wasn't surprised with how wet she felt, she already knew she was wet and slippery with need. She fingered her pussy once before focusing her attention on her aching, swollen clit. The same spot Dad had briefly touched. She felt another thrill surge through her as she parted her legs a bit wider. Once she started rubbing herself, Jena couldn't stop. It felt too good. She needed this. She needed an orgasm more now than at any other time she could remember.

"Look," Margo whispered between kisses, nodding at their daughter.

Turning his head, George felt shocked and then thrilled at seeing his daughter's hand between her legs. He didn't dare look at her face or stare. He didn't want to embarrass her. Instead, he went back to kissing his wife as his cock ached and throbbed. Did this mean Jena was okay with all of this? Could it mean Jena would be okay with more? Clutching his wife's pussy as she shivered with her orgasm, he already knew what Margo wanted. Like she had said, she wanted all of it, but could he let that happen? Could their family handle that?

"Whew!" Margo gasped after her orgasm had subsided. "Now that's a good warm-up!"

"At least it was for one of us," George said, happily frustrated with being very excited. He knew how much Margo enjoyed seeing his cock swollen, aching, and straining for attention. Sometimes, it felt as if she enjoyed teasing him more than pleasing him except for how much she loved his orgasms. She claimed that teasing him created bigger orgasms and he had to agree. That's how it felt to him, too.

"You are so hard," Jena said, eyeing his cock. She wasn't touching herself anymore but from the look in her eyes, she looked temporarily satisfied. "Does it hurt when it's like that?"

"It aches in a good way," George said, unsure how he felt about his daughter seeing him in need. It felt odd, but good, too.

"Do you like seeing your Daddy hard?" Margo asked, caressing his cock and making it jump from her caress. George didn't miss how she had worded it.

"I think it's more exciting because he's my Dad," Jena sighed. She swallowed hard before adding, "I liked watching what he was doing to you."

"Mm, I liked you watching," Mom purred.

George shook his head, laughing at both of them. "I guess I'm vacationing with two perverts."

"She is my daughter, too," Margo pointed out, pleased that Jena felt comfortable with everything.

"Daddy? Would you put some lotion on my back, too?" she asked, rolling over and noticing there were now two couples sitting behind them. She propped her chin on her hands and watched them watching her.

Picking up the bottle of lotion, George admired his daughter's backside, especially her firm looking ass. He started with her shoulders and the rest of her back before skipping over her butt and resuming with her calves. Jena parted her legs wider than she needed to before he started on her thighs. He saw how wet her pussy looked as he ran his hand upwards from the back of her knees. Caressing her ass, he saw her rosy pink butthole. He remembered her saying how good a finger or toy felt back there and his cock throbbed even harder.

Margo pressed against him, watching him caressing her. "C'mon, George, get it there. You don't want her to burn, do you?" Reaching across him, she added her hand to mix, intimately caressing their daughter. He didn't miss how Jena arched her ass upwards, welcoming the caress. Margo slipped two fingers inside her daughter. "She is soooo tight."

"That feels good," Jena purred.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No," she said, wiggling her ass.

Margo guided her husband's hand between Jena's legs. "Feel how wet she is." She pressed against his finger, guiding him to finger his daughter.

As his finger slipped inside, he felt Jena's pussy clenching around his fat digit as if trying to draw his finger deeper. He fingered her deeper, hearing her quietly gasp "Please don't stop" as she squirmed upwards.

"Do it," Margo said, clutching herself. "Make her cum."

"This is so wrong," he muttered aloud. "You know everyone on this beach is watching us."

"And?" Margo asked.

"Surely they can tell we're related," he said, glancing at their audience. He had no doubt what he was doing was immoral, but was it i*****l, too?

"They don't know," Margo said. "They might guess, but they don't know, not for sure."

Filled with the brashness of youth, Jena squirmed more. "I don't care if they know. I don't care if the whole world knows."

"So wrong," George repeated, though he didn't stop what he was doing. Still, he felt guilty enjoying it as much as he did. Without studying his emotions, he knew it went beyond doing something like this outside or touching a young woman as hot and sexy as his daughter in front of his wife. He felt ashamed knowing his thrill was because she was his daughter.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard," Margo purred in his ear. "I am so fucking wet! I need you!"

Overhearing her mother's lusty declaration of need sent Jena over the top. Wishing she had more inside her than just Dad's finger, she pressed against his hand and came hard. Just as her orgasm took hold, she locked eyes with one of the women watching her. She came in front of her and the other people watching and didn't care. "More," she whimpered, relaxing back to the blanket.

"Me too," Margo said, wanting George to take her on the beach.

He surprised her by saying, "Let's go back to our room." Catching the flash of disappointment in his wife's eyes, he quickly added, "All three of us."

"I'm not sure I can walk yet," Jena moaned, slowly working her way to her knees. She gave Dad a peck on the cheek. "That was hot as hell."

"Thanks," he said, still wrestling with his jumble of emotions. There was no doubt about it, he wanted his daughter, but did they dare go that far?

They pulled on their swimsuits before heading back to the hotel. Though tucked inside his swimsuit, George's hard-on was unmistakeable. As they strolled past the couples sunbathing, he caught several people tracking his crotch, eyeing his erection and smiling. He considered wrapping a towel around his waist and didn't because he liked showing off his hard-on.

In the elevator, Margo grabbed his cock through his swimsuit and pressed herself against him in a way that left no doubt about her desires. "I need this inside of me," she said before kissing him deeply. Peeking through his closed eyes, George saw the smile Jena wore as she watched them making out.

As soon as they reached their room, Margo grabbed the legs of his swimsuit and after a single tug, he was naked. Filled with lust, he pulled her into his arms. As they kissed, they worked together to make her naked, too. "Shall we head to the bedroom?" he asked with a lecherous grin on his face and a hand on her chest.

"No," she said, pushing him backward. "Right here. Right now." She backed him up to the sofa, the same one that faced away from the balcony. He fell into a seated position as soon as it hit the back of his knees. She moved with him, straddling him and fishing between them to aim his cock.

Seeing their daughter watching them, George nearly stopped his wife before deciding against it. Margo knew Jena was with them. If she didn't care, why should he? Grabbing two handfuls of his wife's full chest, he tweaked her nipples and sighed as she slid on top of him, engulfing his swollen prick inside her hot, wet pussy. She felt as wonderful as ever.

"Don't hold back," Margo told him, already bouncing up and down on him. That was sort of a code they had. George had remarkable staying power, but whenever his wife told him not to hold back, it meant she wanted him to have an orgasm as quickly as possible. It didn't happen often. Typically, it only happened when she was on a hair trigger, too. From the ways she moved, it was easy guessing that's how she felt.

Looking over his wife's shoulder, he saw their daughter watching them with a hungry look in her eyes. Jena had pushed up her bikini top and clutched on one of her rosy pink nipples. Her other hand was buried inside her bikini bottoms and he could see how furiously she moved her hand as she rubbed the sensitive nub of her clit. So much for worrying about doing stuff in front of her.

"Do it!" Margo cried out, already gasping for air. "Come with me!"

George lost sight of their daughter as Margo covered his mouth with hers and shared the excitement she was feeling. Her tongue battled with his, eager for his tongue as her pussy rhythmically clenched down around his cock. Her enthusiastic bouncing turned into more grinding that bouncing. Reaching behind her back, she grabbed his balls and sent him over the top as he came, too. He saw stars as his cock exploded deep inside his wife's hot pussy. Her tongue inside his mouth thrilled him. He loved the feel of her big tits inside his hands. And knowing their daughter was witnessing their pleasure sent him further into a state of bliss matching any thrill he had ever experienced.

Margo collapsed into his arms, breathing heavily for several moments before pushing against his chest and twisting around to find their daughter. "Was it okay that we did that?"

"Yes," Jena said with a happy smile. She had pulled her bikini top back across her chest. "It was beautiful."

"Was it fun, too?"

"Yes," George answered for Jena. "Trust me, she had lots of fun watching us."

"Wait, did I miss something?" Margo asked, looking confused.

"She might have touched herself," George said with a smile at their daughter who looked as if she was blushing. "I think it's okay for you to do that in front of us now."

"I kind of want to do it again," she said in a soft, tentative voice, unsure if that was okay. Since the moment she first discovered the ability to have an orgasm, Jena couldn't stop with just one or two.

"Can I watch?" Mom asked, making her blush even more as she nodded. "Can I help?"

"You already have," Jena said, tentatively caressing a hard nipple through her bikini top. It felt so sexy seeing her parents naked and together. It was much better than watching porn or seeing a couple of her friends making out. Jena knew these two people loved each other. She knew they had experienced years of lovemaking and it touched her heart that they still were hot for each other.

"Sit with us," Mom suggested, climbing off of Dad. She cupped her pussy so she didn't leak on the sofa. That didn't stop her from leaking, it just meant she leaked a bit into her hand. Without thinking about it, she licked her fingers before noticing how Jena's eyes went wide. "Are you k**ding me? You've never done that?"

"N-no," Jena said, suddenly on very weak knees with the raw sexuality of what her Mom had just done.

"Mm, I love it," she said, scooping another fingerful from between her legs and eating it. She moved to the far side of the couch, patting the space between them. "Sit."

Jena slipped between her parents on the small couch. She stole a glance at her Dad's wet looking cock. Though he had just had an orgasm, he still looked hard as ever without the bulging veins of being needy. His pubic hair looked matted from their fucking. She wanted to touch him and didn't because she wasn't sure how forward she could be.

"I think you're overdressed," Mom said, pulling on her bikini. Jena helped her until she was as naked as her parents. Without asking, Mom ran her hand across her chest, tweaking hard nipples. "It's okay, baby. Touch yourself. We both like watching."

Still staring at her Dad's hard cock, she cupped her pussy and pressed a finger against her clit. Yes, that felt good, very good. So did Mom's hand on her chest. Mom must have noticed her stare because she asked Jena, "Doesn't that look good after he's been fucked?"

"Yes," Jena sighed, marveling at how naughty her Mom could be. It made sense. Jena had to get it from somewhere and now she knew from where. Mom reached across her and did what Jena wanted to do. Mom stroked Dad's