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Tuesday, May 19, 2015
Sasha, Sean, Greg and Helen
You can call me Sasha, though it isn't my real name. My Dad's name is Greg, and my Mom is Helen. Again, not their real names. I am 33 years old and I have had sex with my family since I developed sexually. You know, breasts, period, that kind of thing. That's when I really became interested in sex, real sex, yanno? Not the dumb 'show me yours' stuff when you are a k**.
It's not like I had to do it with my family, either. I am pretty damn cute, with blonde hair, flat stomach, and good boobs. I just never knew it was not normal. Or maybe, not considered normal, because it has always seemed very normal to me and I still think it is. I mean, there are people you know, you love, you trust right there in the house with you. What more logical than to share sex experience with them?
Why am I writing this? I dunno. I saw some other stories and it seems like this is something I could tell, and explain, though I am not sure I could ever explain it really.
Maybe it all started when I was pretty young, because my parents never hid their sexuality from us k**s. I have one younger brother, his name is ... let's call him Sean. I always liked that name. I sort of like Sean, too. He is the best lover I've ever had, and I been with a few.
So anyway, yeah, my parents used to touch and play with each other in front of us k**s. I used to watch cartoons on TV while my mom was blowing my dad in the back of the room, and I remember watching her clean up Dad's spew after he came though she thought I didn't know what was going on. They got married really really young, probably because I came along unexpectedly. My mom had me when she was 16 and my dad was 17. They were always horny it seemed like. They couldn't keep their hands off each other and while I think they sort of tried to be a little private, they really didn't hide it very well. They walked around the house naked and I remember my dad constantly having a hardon around my mom.
I used to watch them in their bed, I sneaked out of my bedroom late at night when I heard them grunting or moaning, and peaked inside to watch mom riding dad. It fascinated me, they were always so... excited and happy, and their bodies looked ... well, they excited me. It looked like a lot of fun, and I began touching myself when I watched them.
My mom has a fantastic body, always did even after having two k**s, and my dad is pretty good too. His cock is huge and I remember watching how it stretch my mom's cunt flesh when he rammed in and slid it out. Later I would lay in bed and insert fingers into myself, first just one or two, but then three and finally four, trying to get the feeling of having my vagina filled and spread just like my mom's was, with my dad's cock.
So I touched myself, and it was my favorite way of masturbating, to think about my parents fucking, or sucking, or even just hand jobs the way they did each other sometimes when we were sitting watching TV. My mom would swallow my dad's junk, or roll it around in her mouth and I remember wondering at a young age what it tasted like. I really wanted to know. My dad used to just shudder and jerk when my mom made him cum, like he was in total ecstasy, which I guess maybe he was.
It all sort of got rather muddled and stuff when one day we were sitting watching TV, some dumb sitcom, and my mom had her hand in my dad's pants (as if I didn't know what was happening). His eyes were closed and he was breathing hard. She knew how to edge him really good. I didn't realize I did it but my hand was also inside my jeans, rubbing myself while I watched. It seemed so natural to do myself while watching them that I didn't realize they could see me this time. When mom finally let my dad cum inside his pants, I sort of came myself, a warm glow spreading over my whole body and I wriggled my hips around. A dead giveaway. My mom was watching me, and saw it all. It was probably obvious I had cum, because I made a little noise and was flushed.
The next night we were watching TV (Sean was in bed and it was later at night, he's a couple years younger). I think I was just barely in high school at this time. My mom started going inside my dad's pants again, but this time watched me, looking right at me to see if I was watching her. I was soooo embarrassed, I don't know why. But she was stroking him and I knew he was big, I could see it.
Finally, my mom said to me, "Sasha, come on over and watch. Maybe it is time you learned a little about sex."
My dad looked surprised and just said, "Helen?"
"Oh, come on, Greg. She has been watching us fuck in our bed for years now, didn't you know? She knows exactly what we do."
S
o dad unzipped and out comes his cock, which I had seen many times before, but never quite this close. My mom motioned me over and had me watch as she stroked him with her hand, and his shaft grew really, really hard and stood straight up on its own. After a bit she took him in her mouth and I watched as his cock slid deep; I could see her through stretch as his cock went in and then back out. The shaft glistened wet with her saliva.
I could not imagine what it was like to take that huge thing so far down her throat, but found myself watching intently and then felt all happy and warm and glowing and I hadn't realized but I had been masturbating again and had an orgasm, before my dad even came.
When he did cum, my mom let his white sticky stuff spurt all over her face (he had a lot of it), and I could see his cock muscles contracting and pushing it out. I had never been that close to them before, and I couldn't help but reach out and touch him, without thinking about it. I was so curious, I wanted to know what it felt like; his skin, the pulsing muscle contractions. Even the sticky fluid.
"Helen? Sasha???" My dad suddenly opened his eyes and jerked back, his cock going flaccid. I jerked my hand back and flushed with embarrassment, realizing what I had done.
"No worries, Greg. Sasha, it's OK. It's natural to be curious. It's better you learn a bit from us than from some asshole in the back seat of a car." My mom's voice was calm.
Well, that was about it for that night. Nothing much happened for a week or two after that, my parents seemed a little less anxious to touch each other while I was around, and I was careful and didn't sneak to watch them in their room at night. I still masturbated though, thinking of my dad's hugeness and the spurting contractions as he grunted and came all over my mom's face. The whole... forbidden sense of the sex and pleasure made it so hot I would cum over and over again, thinking about it.
I was scared it would never happen again, but a couple weeks later my dad called me over. We were in the living room, and Sean was in bed again. The TV was on, but as soon as I went over to him my mom turned it off, as if she knew what was happening. They might have talked about it before.
Dad asked, "would you like to touch my cock a bit, and learn more about how a man works?"
I flushed with excitement. I had masturbated to thoughts about my parent's bodies that the idea of actually touching my dad sexually excited the hell out of me. I felt myself getting wet just as I reached out, unzipped my dad's pants, and watched his hard cock spring out.
That night my mom gave me some of the best lessons on how to give a hand job ever. I learned to edge a man, how to see if he was about to cum, where to stimulate him the most. I learned about how to handle his balls, stroking the cock, using precum to lube my thumb when I slid it around his glans. I never realized how much there was to it, how heavy the scrotum was, how sensitive his balls were, how instantly he would react with pleasure.
Dad came three times that night. The first time he spurt up over his stomach and shirt, the white stuff staining and soaking through the fabric. The second time he grunted loudly, straining to cum, and the semen sort of flowed out and covered my hand. My mom gave me a washcloth to wipe myself and my dad off.
The third time dad came that night, I wanted him to do what I had seen him do with my mom-- come on my face. I told him so, and when I did his cock got really hard right away. My mom laughed, because she knew he was so turned on by the idea of cumming all over his beautiful young daughter's face. And he did. It took longer, but with a loud grunt he pointed his cock right at me and I felt the warm liquid splatter over my forehead, then cheek, then across my mouth, and then across my nose and left eye before he finally stopped.
Mom provided the towel again to wipe my face, and I used it to cover and hide the fact I reached my tongue out and tasted my father's semen. It was a little sharp, tangy almost like a soft bleach taste, but also with a sort of undertone of sweet.
That night I masturbated in my bed, thinking of my dad and my mom. Both of them. This time I dreamed of being with them.
So slowly, I got to join in my parent's games. At first it was mostly just me and my dad, with my mom watching. She would guide me in how to give a blow job, how to swallow, how to deep throat (I became better than her, which always made me proud). My dad touched my body, stroking my smooth young skin, lifting and fondling my breasts and gripping my ass as I pleasured him. He eventually reached between my legs and stroked my pussy even putting a finger inside me, and it felt so good I never wanted him to stop, but he did. As soon as he came.
One night I told my mom I wanted to make her feel good, too. Not just my dad. I think that came as a total surprise to both of them, but it seemed only fair to me, and to tell you the truth I found my mom's face and body every bit as attractive as my dad's. It went sort of slow at first, my mom was hesitant, but by the end of the evening she was naked on the couch, legs spread wide as I ate her pussy, delving my tongue deep inside her, sucking on her clit. I knew what to do for her, because I knew pretty much what made me feel good. My dad sunk his cock deep inside my mom's throat while I sucked her cunt, tasting her and wondering if I tasted the same.
That whole scene must have really excited my mom, because she orgasmed maybe 5 or 6 times that night, shuddering and grasping my head with her thighs.
At the end of the night I was on all fours, my ass up in the air, my head between my mom's legs trying to get her to cum one more time. My dad crawled around behind me, took his cock (which was rock hard, imagine him watching his beautiful wife and cute young daughter getting it on), and slowly pressed it between my legs. I gasped when I felt it pressing against my pussy; I was a virgin, but as my daddy's cock slid inside my wetness, spreading me wide, I knew I had just lost that virginity to my father. He was big, and the feeling of being stretched wide was incredible. Then he began to thrust and I used his thrusting against me to push my face into my mom's cunt.
That night was sooo intense. I wasn't even a sophomore in high school yet and had been in a threesome, with my parents no less!
After that night, I regularly spent time with my mom and dad. The first time my dad fucked me without my mom there, she was on some sort of family trip to visit a relative for a few days. My dad came in to my bedroom
at about midnight, and I kicked the covers off and slid my panties off for him without a word. He dropped his underwear, his hugeness standing up and hard, and lay on top of me, entering me gently. It was easy because I was wet, my pussy flesh engorged and ready. I wrapped around him, using my vagina and hips, my breasts, my mouth, every part of my body to pleasure him and make him cum inside me again and again.
The first time I spent time with only my mom was just a couple weeks after I lost my virginity to my dad. He was working late, and my mom was sitting next to me on the couch as I did some homework. She opened up to me.
"Sasha, I wanted to tell you... well, I don't have much experience with women. I mean, I have kissed a few, and always known I was bi, but... the time with you opened me up in a way I never knew was possible. I mean... I really, really loved it."
"I know mom. I did too. I'm not gay, because I really like cock and when dad entered me and fucked... I mean, well... you know.." I blushed, "well, I really liked him inside. But I really liked pleasuring you, too. It's... different."
"Yeah, I know." Mom sat thinking for a bit. "It is different. Sasha... would you like me to pleasure you?"
In answer I stood up and pulled my T-shirt up over my head and threw it aside. My mom reached out, undid my bra as she wrapped her arms around me, and we kissed. That was the first time I had kissed either of my parents in any sexual way; it was amazing. Before that sex with mom and dad was just... strictly kinky sex. Kissing my mom opened my lesbian side, making it an intimate, emotional pleasure.
We undressed each other, and when naked we began touching and exploring each other's nakedness. I swear, I remember the sensations like they were yesterday-- my mom's firm breasts, her hard nipples between my lips. My fingers reaching between her legs at the same time her fingers reached between mine. I spread wide for her, and kissed her deeply, sharing saliva with my mother as her fingers slid into the wetness of my pussy.
Remember, this was when my mom was maybe 31. She was young, and tight and gorgeous and sharing sex with her was everything I wanted and craved. We fucked in more ways than I knew possible that night. We used fingers, tongues, toes, a dildo. The dildo was amazing, my mom used it first and I slid it in and out of her as I ran my tongue over her body. But then, she took it and slid it into me, her pussy juices sliding inside of my own vagina. Wow, just the thought of that made me orgasm.
We had so many orgasms that night I lost track. I never realized lesbian sex was so intense, emotionally and physically.
Dad came home to find us naked on the floor, watching TV, but with our legs intertwined. He snorted a laugh, and then headed to take a shower.
Mom, dad and I had fairly regular sex after that. It just seemed... so natural. So right. They were young and horny. I was young and loved the sensations, and loved my parents. We loved threesomes, but did it together, just the two of us, when the other wasn't around.
A few years later I was a senior in high school and my brother was just getting his first girlfriend. One day after school we were walking home and he says something like, "Sasha, can you teach me about sex?"
I was a little surprised.
"Oh, come one Sasha, I know you and mom and dad have been doing it for... like... forever. You know about this stuff."
We hadn't hidden it that well, I guess. But then, it also seemed... well... logical. If I was having sex with my parents, why not with my brother?
So, that night after my parents went to bed and were actually asleep, Sean came into my room and we got naked. I showed him exactly what made a girl feel good, where to put his tongue, how to kiss, where to touch, and finally... his cock was so hard I couldn't help it. I let him put it inside me.
He fucking went crazy, pushing and pounding so hard I thought he was gonna bruise and hurt me. I think he did bruise me a little, and he exploded with cum inside me in less than a minute. Damn, I didn't know a guy could cum that fast. When he was done he slid out, rolled over, and covered his face.
"Oh, Sasha... I am sorry... I hope... I mean I didn't mean to..."
"Fuck, Sean. If you are gonna fuck a girl, you can't be all like... god I am so sorry and all. Take her, make her toes curl and fuck her hard enough she can't help but grunt! Take me, dominate me, make me squeal for more!"
He leaned over and kissed me, little brother and big sister. It was good. He was hard again, already. He pushed his cock against my thigh, humping me. I rolled over him, straddled, and slid him inside. We fucked again, his hands on my breasts, as I looked him right in the eyes. This time it took him two or three minutes to cum.
That night Sean and I fucked five times. He came every time, so much I thought my cunt was going to overflow with semen. I finally kicked him out of bed and made him go to his own room. I needed to get some sleep.
The next morning my dad said, "I hope you and Sean had a good time last night."
I blushed, beet red. "Uh.. what... do you mean?"
"Sasha. We could hear everything through the walls. You two were not exactly quiet. Helen asked if we should come in and join the two of you, but I said you guys needed to... work it out. Between the two of you. First."
I coughed. "Yeah. Um... Yeah. Well, he is... not a virgin any more. And... damn, dad!? I never knew a guy could come five times in one night!!!"
Dad laughed. "Yeah... well, Sean is young and has hormones running at full force. He has the stamina of a horse. I remember the night your mother and I fucked, the night you were conceived. I think I came inside her six times. God, I was so sore..."
A few days later was the first time all four of us got together. Sean was incredibly nervous, and I spent the most time with him to make him comfortable. I think he didn't want dad to touch him at all, like dad was poison or something. He was willing to let mom play with him some, but wouldn't enter her at all. It was mostly dad and mom, and Sean and me, doing each other at the same time in the same place.
It took a long time before Sean really felt comfortable fucking mom. Once he did, it was an incredibly turn on to both dad and me, to watch him lay on top of mom, her legs in the air, wrapped around her son as he slammed into her.
Thing about Sean joining us? Like my dad said, he had the stamina of a horse. He would fuck my mom, and then me, while my mom fucked my dad. Then he would go back to my mom, and ride her some more, while my dad did me, and then he would come back to me, I would be too sore right then and would just give him a blow job. It was so strange seeing my brother's semen mixing with my dad's semen on my mother's face. I remember licking it up, not knowing which flavors were his or my dad's, but just being happy licking my mom clean before heading to her pussy to make her beg for mercy before cumming once again.
What broke this up? Well, I went off to college. I had dated a number of guys, none of whom had as much sexual experience as I. I remember having to teach them so much. In college, I hooked up with one guy who had money and treated me right and ended up getting engaged. Mom and dad and I got together when I was home on vacations, but we slowly sort of dropped out of the habit.
Sean ran through a long series of girlfriends in high school. Apparently he was too demanding, and they couldn't keep up with his desires. My mom and I had spoiled him. Eventually he found a girl that stuck with him. I remember Sean and I parking outside her house one night and getting in the back seat. I slid my jeans down and spread my legs for him, and he fucked me right there, with her about 20 feet away.
None of my boyfriends or Sean's girlfriends ever knew about my family or what we did together. I guess that shows we all knew it was something that was forbidden by society.
I got pregnant when I was 26 and had a beautiful baby boy. To this day I don't know who the father is; my dad, Sean, or my husband. It doesn't matter, though I sort of think my son looks a lot like Sean. But then... Sean looks like my dad, so who knows...
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