This is part three of Becci’s sexploits while on holiday from university. The story is completely fictional. If you are easily offended by incestuous relationships then please do not read- find another story! All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is purely imaginary and, to the my knowledge, bears no relationship to any factual occurrence.
The drink must have made me pass out. The sleep was restful. Morning dawned. I stretched my body and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. The happenings of last night gradually filtered back into my mind. I tried to analyse everything that happened or I had learned last night. Aunty Pam and Daddy were fucking each other. My father went to, and held orgies at regular intervals. My father was involved in photographing pornography and I had fucked a guy in my father’s house with everyone watching!
Or was it all a dream I thought as I tossed back the duvet. The duvet was the catalyst. When I went to bed last night I remembered that I just laid on top of the duvet – too drunk and too tired to undress and get into bed. This morning I’m naked! Either someone has undressed me and put me to bed or I had woken in the night, taken my clothes off and got back into bed – and that was something I couldn’t remember doing! I went to bed last night with my clothes on. Now I was naked! What had happened?
My mind started to race and fill with thoughts that I couldn’t explain. I know I was a little drunk but surely I would have remembered what happened once I got to bed. Obviously not so my common sense was telling me! I was on the bed clothed last night. This morning I am in bed – naked! My summer vacation from university was becoming as strange and as fictional as “Alice in Wonderland.”
I decided I needed some answers. I got out of bed and threw my new summer dress over me. I looked around for my panties but couldn’t find them but then decided after yesterday what difference did it make if I walked around the house without any panties.
I walked downstairs in bare feet. I could smell coffee so someone was certainly up and probably in the kitchen. I opened the door quietly, peeked inside and saw Aunty Pam sitting at the table sipping a mug of coffee. I pushed the door open and entered. Aunty Pam looked up, coffee mug in hand, and said, “Good morning Becci. Or should I call you Penny?”
“Good morning,” I replied, pouring myself a cup of freshly brewed coffee and sitting down at the table. The coffee tasted good. I looked around the kitchen. We were alone.
“What happened last night, Aunty Pam? My mind is so confused. I can’t seem to remember much at all. I don’t know what was real and what might have been a dream.”
“Do you remember anything at all?”
“I remember you telling me Daddy and you have been holding orgies and fucking each other for the last three years. I remember being undressed in front of everyone and being fucked by Paul and I remember flopping down on the bed and the room starting to spin. After that I was waking up this morning.”
“Well,” said Aunty Pam, “everything you remember so far was not a dream. It all actually happened. I saw you and Paul making out on the couch and fucking each other. You seemed to be enjoying yourself, as was everyone else at the orgy.”
“The next time I saw you was when I looked in on you last night before going to bed. You were sleeping like an angel and looking so peaceful. You even had a slight smile on your face.”
“Was I naked?” I asked.
“I don’t know. You were under the duvet so I couldn’t really see. Why do you ask?”
“When I went to bed last night I was dressed, albeit only in this dress. When I woke this morning I was naked. How did I get undressed?” I asked.
“That’s easy to answer,” Aunty Pam declared. “That was your father. He went to check on you after Paul told him you were staying the night. He found you laying there and decided to make you comfortable and put you to bed.”
“Daddy undressed me?” I asked.
“Yes, I did,” I heard from behind me. I turned and saw Daddy standing there. His hair was a little dishevelled and he looked like he had a hangover. He stood there dressed in just his boxer short.
“Oh!” I replied turning back and looking at Aunty Pam. I could feel my cheeks starting to blush.
“I hope you don’t object to what I did Becci. I was just trying to make you comfortable.”
“Of course she doesn’t,” Aunty Pam said looking me straight in the eyes. “After what she saw and learnt about her family last night I doubt there is anything left for her to complain about. She knows everything John. What I didn’t tell her I’m sure Paul filled in the missing parts. Am I right, Becci?”
“Paul told me that Daddy was taking pornographic photos and that he was a model for Daddy and he wanted to be photographed with me. He said I was a natural for the pornographic industry.”
“And what do you think about bahis firmaları that?” Aunty Pam asked.
“I don’t know really.”
“Well,” Daddy said, “he told you the truth about my career. I do take pornographic photographs for different men’s magazines and he is one of my models. And he was also right about you, Becci. You have the perfect figure and the looks to make a good model. When I undressed you last night I had a good look at your body. It is perfect Becci. Absolutely perfect. You would be an instant success if you were to do any modelling for me.”
I was listening to Daddy but looking at Aunty Pam. She seemed to be nodding in agreement with what Daddy was saying. At least I’d found out who had undressed me and put me to bed. My head was starting to spin again! Was Aunty Pam and Daddy advocating that I should become a porno star?
Daddy came and stood right next to me. He put his hand on my hair and ruffled it a little bit before saying, “It’s your decision whether to become a model. Only you can make that decision. The choice is yours. There will be no pressure from either Pam or myself.”
“What about University?” I asked.
“You only have a year left before you graduate,” Aunty Pam said. “If you want you can wait until you have graduated or you could do some part time modelling whilst still in university. Or you could just forget the whole idea and we will all return to our normal way of life.”
“How can it be normal again?” I asked. “You and Daddy are fucking each other and there will be regular orgy parties. How is that normal?” My mind was racing. I didn’t know what I wanted. Aunty Pam and Daddy fucking each other came as a shock yesterday but today it was beginning to seem normal. Daddy knelt down by my side and hugged me.
“I know it’s hard for you to understand, Becci, but this has been our life for the last three years. We didn’t plan it … it just happened.” He finished his hug and stood up but put his hand on my shoulder.
I turned in my chair and stood to face my Daddy. I could see in his eyes that it was difficult for him to be telling me everything. I just looked at him, put my arms around him and hugged him hard. “I love you Daddy. I just want what’s best for you and I want to be part of you and Aunty Pam’s life.” I started to cry openly. Daddy hugged me tighter but I broke the hug and kissed him on the lips. Not a small kiss but a long one, my mouth slightly open.
I felt Aunty Pam standing behind me and her arms went around both me and Daddy. Her ample bosom was pressing into my back and I could feel her breathing. I broke the kiss with daddy and we all just stood there hugging each other. I turned to Aunty Pam and she kissed me on the lips in much the same way as I had kissed Daddy. Her mouth slightly open. I felt her tongue occasionally touching, exploring my lips. It was the first time I had been kissed by a woman and I found it, to my amazement, sexually arousing. My nipples started to harden. Aunty Pam broke the kiss, looked me in the eyes and said in a quiet voice, “Welcome to the family, Becci.” I could see that Aunty Pam’s nipples were aroused and I could easily make their shape out under her blouse. She sat down at the table and picked her coffee mug up. I did the same, closely followed by Daddy.
There was an awkward moment of silence between the three of us. I wasn’t sure what to say and I don’t think Aunty Pam or Daddy did either. It was Aunty Pam who came to the rescue yet again when she commented on my pretty summer dress. “I can see why Paul was attracted to you in that,” she said. “It shows your figure off perfectly. Don’t you think so John?”
Daddy was looking at my nipples trying to poke their way out of my dress. “Yes,” he muttered. “I have a very beautiful daughter.” As he stood up to get himself another coffee I noticed the erection in his boxer shorts. It was hard to miss as it caused the boxer shorts to tent and there was a small damp patch there. Aunty Pam noticed it as well. She looked at the erection and then looked at me with a knowing smile. I blushed immediately. Did she know about Daddy and me? She moved her hand and placed it on top of mine and squeezed it gently. As if she could read my mind she whispered, “Your father and I have no secrets. No secrets at all.” She threw me a smile that seemed to lift all my worries and concerns from my shoulders. So Aunty Pam knew about me and Daddy. Everything was out in the open – at least between the three of us.
“I’m going for a shower,” Daddy said after a short time.
“I think I’ll join you,” said Aunty Pam, pushing her chair backwards as she stood up. Will you be all right for a short time, Becci?” she asked. “We won’t be long.”
“Yes. I’ll be just fine,” I responded. “Take as much time as you need.”
I watched them leave and heard them go upstairs to the bathroom. It was quickly followed by muffled voices and some laughter. I suspected they were going to have another fuck.
I finished kaçak iddaa my coffee, put everyone’s mugs into the dishwasher and made my way upstairs. As I approached the bathroom I could hear Daddy’s moans clearly through the door which was left slightly ajar. I wanted to take a peek but didn’t want to be caught. I thought about it and then decided that if I did take a peek the shower would probably be steamed up and they wouldn’t see me anyway. I pushed the door open enough just to peek into the bathroom.
There was Aunty Pam, naked, kneeling on the floor, her back to me sucking my father’s cock. Her hand was holding his cock in her mouth and she was sucking and licking it as if there were no tomorrow. Only occasionally did she remove her mouth from his cock and that was to kiss and suck his balls before using her tongue back up the shaft to the glans. Daddy’s cock glistened, from the tip to his balls, with her saliva. She was certainly making sure that his cock would slide into her pussy easily. As she sucked and licked him her eyes were concentrated on his face.
The shower was running but they hadn’t even managed to get in it! My thoughts about the steam would be my camouflage was wrong! There was my Daddy looking straight at me. I think Aunty Pam sensed that there was something different because she stopped sucking Daddy’s cock and turned her head to look at me. “Ah! Becci,” she said. “Come and join us if you want. I’d like you to and I’m sure your father would as well.”
I didn’t know what to do. I was cemented to the floor. It appeared that I couldn’t move forward towards them nor could I move backwards out of the bathroom. My eyes were transfixed on Daddy’s erect cock and Aunty Pam’s large breasts with nipples erect, hard and swollen. “Come on Becci. Don’t be frightened. No secrets. Remember?” Aunty Pam said with a large smile on her face. It was the smile on her face and the compassion I saw in her eyes that seemed to release me from my cemented spot and I walked slowly towards them.
As I approached, Daddy held his arm out to me and I snuggled in close to him. With his arm snuggling me he bent his head and kissed me on the lips. Gently at first but then with a little more ardour as his slightly opened mouth released his tongue which pushed its way easily into my mouth. Our tongues met and it was like an electric shock passed through my body. My body trembled. I felt a hand, under my dress, caressing my upper legs and realised it could only be Aunty Pam. My whole body was on fire and I had no way of dousing the fire that burned inside me.
Daddy’s mouth now opened wider and his kiss contained a wanton desire that would work me up to a sexual frenzy. His tongue explored every part of my mouth. His hand found my breast hiding beneath my dress. My nipples were hard and pointed and his deft fingers found it and played with it increasing my heat and desire. Meanwhile, Aunty Pam’s hand had crept further up my leg and was now just below my pussy. I could hear her sucking and licking Daddy’s cock as my love juices started to wet my pussy and leak out onto Aunty Pam’s hand.
Daddy broke away from our French kiss and started to pull my dress up and over my head. Aunty Pam immediately stopped sucking Daddy’s cock and turned her attention to my pussy. It was just a little quick lick and it didn’t even find my pussy lips but it sent a tremor and a shudder through me from my toes to the roots of my hair. I had never know anything so sexual or exciting as what was happening to me right now. Daddy was playing with one of my nipples and licking the other while Aunty Pam’s tongue was now approaching my pussy lips. I let out an unintentional moan as my sexual frenzy grew to a new height. My legs felt week and turned to jelly. It felt like I was melting from the toes up. My head was spinning and my heart was thumping.
Aunty Pam noticed the change in my body. She stood and said, “I think it would be more comfortable for us all if we go to the bedroom.” Daddy agreed. I just nodded, unable to utter anything except a low moan. Aunty Pam took my hand and led me into Daddy’s bedroom. The bed was still an apple pie from the night but that didn’t worry Aunty Pam. She grabbed the top sheet and yanked it from the bed. She fell onto the bed dragging me with her. Her mouth went to my nipple and her hand went to my pussy where her fingers found my pussy lips and with an adept move she parted my lips and found my clitoris. She knew what to do as I was soon writhing on the bed. She pushed a finger gently inside me and without any problem immediately found my G spot. Aunty Pam was obviously an accomplished lover. I was in a hypnotic sexual world where my pleasures were soon going to be accomplished. A minor climax rumbled deep inside my pussy releasing more love juices into my channel.
I opened my eyes and saw Daddy standing over me by the side of the bed. He had his cock in one hand and was masturbating as hard as he could. He was aiming his cock so that kaçak bahis any cum that squirted out would hit me in the face or neck. I reached my hand out and rested his swinging balls in my cupped hand. I squeezed them gently feeling them starting to swell as he approached his climax. Daddy was sweating and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before his love fluid would be shooting out over my face and neck.
Aunty Pam had felt my first minor climax and had removed her fingers from my pussy and replaced them with her tongue. I could feel and hear her lapping at my pussy juices as her hands played with my breasts. As if by remote control my backside suddenly lifted off the bed and pushed my pussy closer to Aunty Pam’s mouth. The moan that I uttered came from deep inside me. My second orgasm started in my nipples and finished in my toes! My whole body was trembling with excitement. My hand on Daddy’s balls tightened slightly as my orgasm hit me which was enough for him to reach his climax. Squirt after squirt of his spunk hit me on my face, chin and breasts. He continued to wank long after his last string of spunk had shot out the tip of his cock.
Aunty Pam now worked her mouth upwards over my mound of Venus, over my belly until it found the white love juices that Daddy had squired on me. She lapped it up with her tongue and mouth. Every last drop she devoured with a passion. And only when she had finished lapping it all up did she flop down on the bed next to me. We were laying down face to face. She had a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye. “Did you enjoy that, Becci?” she asked. I could only utter a positive moan but she understood it was a yes. “So did I, and there is a lot more of that to come in the future,” she said.
It was then that I realised that she had not had a climax. I lifted myself up on one elbow and pushed her flat onto the bed. I then shifted my body over hers and moved my tongue down her body all the way from her breast to her pussy.
My tongue licked at her and my lips gave her gentle kisses over her tummy and down to her mons pubis. She moaned and writhed on the bed as her body grew more excited and eager for the pleasure I was about to bestow upon her.
Her legs opened wide allowing me access. I licked her pussy lips which were wet from her love juices. She tasted sweet. I parted her lips with my hands, found her extended and enlarged clitoris and started to suck it into my mouth. Her body was soon writhing with pleasure.
She suddenly stiffened, her hands held my head to stop me removing my mouth from her pussy and she started her climax. Her love juices were flowing freely and what I couldn’t drink I let dribble down my chin. She shuddered and trembled and writhed for a good minute before her body started to go limp and she released her hold on my head. I removed my mouth from her pussy and rested my head on her stomach. Her hand caressed my hair. We said nothing – we didn’t need to. We both knew that we had satisfied each other fully and we both knew that this was just the beginning. There would be other times.
Daddy, sitting on the chair by the side of the bed smiled down at his two female lovers. His legs open and his cock now flaccid his sexual appetite was satisfied. At least for the time being.
I think we all slept a little because when Aunty Pam woke me it was midday. I looked around the bedroom. Daddy had gone. Aunty Pam was holding a cup of tea in her hand. “Here you are baby. I thought you would like a cup of tea.”
I sat up in bed and took the cup and saucer from her. I can’t remember the last time I had been brought a cup of tea in bed. Probably when I was about fourteen and recuperating from my appendicitis operation. Aunty Pam was dressed in a summer dress, her hair had been brushed and she had put some make up on her face. As I looked at her I could see that she was indeed a very pretty woman. When she was younger she could have caught any man she wanted but she had remained single all her life.
“Your father has suggested that we can all go out for Sunday lunch. What do you think?” It was then that I realised I had not had any food for 24 hours and my stomach was beginning to complain. My sexual appetite had been satisfied several times over the last 24 hours but my nourishment appetite had been left to want.
“I think that would be a great idea,” I said. “I could eat a horse!”
“That’s the sex my love,” she replied. “I am always hungry after a good rogering as well. I’ll tell your father that we are both happy to accept his invitation for lunch.” She turned and smiled at me as she left the bedroom.
I finished my tea, picked my dress up and went to my bedroom. I was wondering what to wear for the lunch date. Perhaps slacks and a blouse would be a good thing, I thought to myself. I searched through my wardrobe looking for my white slacks and a light turquoise blouse and tossing them onto the bed when I did find them. I rummaged through my draw for a new pair of panties and then back to the wardrobe for a pair of flip-flops. The longest part of getting ready was putting my make up on. Some foundation, rouge and pink lipstick was applied followed by some mascara and eye shadow.