- Three Countries, Part 3 -
(MF, MFf, Ff inc, Fm inc, Mf inc, MFfm, anal, preg)
(this is one of Puppy's stories)
The Story, Continued
The next day, Sunday, I had sex with Dayani and Anishka together. Before we did it, we told Dayani about how we had educated her brother, what we had done. She seemed a little shocked and surprised, having always considered her brother to be a little boy. She didn't seem as surprised by the incest, as by the fact he had gotten an erection and ejaculated.
The week passed normally, with no involvement of the children. I told Kithsiri he would have to wait for the next Saturday morning for his next lesson. Finally the time came, and we met in his room. He was eager and excited.
We began, to his surprise, with a lesson on how to perform oral sex on a woman. I demonstrated on Anishka's pussy, then he took his turn. Knowing she wouldn't come with just clitoral stimulation, I showed him how to stuff a few fingers in her pussy and stroke them in and out as he sucked her clit. It took him quite a while to get the hang of it, but we weren't in a hurry. I cuddled up against Anishka, kissing her and sucking her tits, both of us glancing down periodically at Kithsiri's face between her legs. It took a long time, but he succeeded. She declared her orgasm with loud moans, and he glowed with pride, coming up to accept kisses of gratitude on his wet face.
Then it was time for fucking. I demonstrated, laying to top of Anishka, sliding into her and fucking gently. Kithsiri watched with fascination, stroking his cock slowly. Afraid he would come too soon, I had Anishka turn her head and accept his small cock in her mouth. She sucked just the tip, stroking his shaft, getting his first orgasm out of the way, swallowing it. He sat back and watched for a bit, his cock never losing its hardness. Then I pulled out and invited him to take my place.
It was the moment of truth. He seemed nervous, a bit of trepidation as he moved into position and slid his cock into her, imitating my actions.
"Even though you're small and she's big." I explained. "The sexual organs accommodate for each other. So her pussy can squeeze down and grip you."
"And, we won't have a baby, right?"
"That's right. Like we said, she's on birth control pills."
He lasted all of three minutes, tops. I just stared in amazement at the perversity of it, his small thin body on top of her large plump form, his hips thrusting erratically, until he gasped and came. Again, she kissed him tenderly, we declared the lesson over, and he thanked us. Then we went down the hallway to our own room, and fell into bed, fucking.
"I can feel how much it aroused you, to watch us." she said smiling. "You are so hard!"
"I still can't believe you really did it." I smiled back. "My, you feel slippery. I guess I'm fucking a bit of your son's cum. That's really damn kinky. I like it. And you're wet, I think you liked it too."
"Oh my sweetness, I know it is very perverted." she said. "But my body responds to him as it does to any man, and he is a young man I do love."
Her admission struck me as wildly kinky. We fucked hard, faster. Within a minute I was coming, adding my own juice to her pussy.
We lay there, side by side, cuddled together, my heavy breathing slowing down.
"For some reason, it seems to me, you have finally done it." I said. "Real incest, I mean. Having sex with Dayani, that is like a game, you play with each other, you play whatever games I ask. But with Kithsiri, seeing him fucking you... I do worry, perhaps I shouldn't have asked that of you. Maybe real incest isn't right."
She lay there for a long minute without replying, then turned to look into my eyes.
"My sweetness, you are correct, it is real incest. But..."
"Yes?"
She paused again, seeming to work up courage. "My sweetness, haven't you ever thought about how old my daughter is?"
"She just turned 15. A little young for sex, I know."
"No, my sweetness. Where were we, 15 years ago?"
"I was..." and then it suddenly struck me, and I felt dizzy, as if the floor suddenly gave way under my feet. "You mean..."
"Yes, my sweetness. Have you really not ever thought about it? How she is so light-skinned, so much more than her brother? My husband only gave me one son, before he died. My precious daughter, I already had when I met him. We were so in love, he did not care that I already had a baby."
I tried to fight back the dizziness. "She's mine?"
"Yes, my sweetness."
All kind of memories came pouring into my mind. How Anishka and I had hooked up, that night so long ago, having snuck away from her family. I had forgotten a condom, she said it was alright, and I had interpreted that to mean she was on birth control. Then fast-forwarding 14 years, arriving in Sri Lanka again, reconnecting with Anishka, meeting Dayani for the first time. I had liked her immediately, and it was mutual.
"Does she know?"
"Yes. Kithsiri knows also."
So Dayani had accepted my sexual attentions, knowing I was her real father? She had accepted the contract her mother had proposed. And for months, I had been busily fucking her, using her body for my pleasure. I laughed nervously.
"So I see what you mean." I said looking into her face. "I am all worried about you committing real incest with Kithsiri. But I have been committing real incest with Dayani, since I arrived here."
"Yes, my sweetness." Anishka eyes were soft, the look on her face calming me, soothing.
"Why didn't you just tell me? If you confronted me, when I arrived in Sri Lanka, I might have supported you financially, out of a sense of obligation to my daughter."
"Yes, I could have. But, I wanted you to be back in our lives, not just an American who sends money from around the world. And from the story you told me, I knew you were unhappy, you needed this kind of sexual freedom in your life. So I made the contract with you." She regarded me carefully. "So tell me, now that you know, do you want to stop having sex with her?"
I sat for a full minute, just thinking. I was in love with Dayani, addicted to the pleasures of her body as well as her company as a lover. She loved me, apparently both as a father and as a lover. The sexual freedom I had with her made my life exciting. Someday I would have to yield her to a boyfriend or husband. Would continuing to have sex with her, now, cause problems in our lives? Would it mess her up emotionally?
"I don't want to stop." I concluded. "But I will ask her how she feels about it."
That night, I found Dayani alone in her room, and sat down with her. I told her everything that had happened, how I had watched Anishka and Kithsiri fucking, what it had led to. Her eyes widened in surprise when I told her that Kithsiri's sexual education had advanced to fucking. But she seemed even more concerned at the revelation about her and I.
"You really didn't know?" she asked, staring at me in amazement.
"I didn't know."
She shook her head. "And everything we've done... do you think it's wrong, now?"
"My darling..." I stared into her eyes. "No matter what we decide to do in the future, nothing we did could be wrong. I didn't know I was your father, but I've fallen in love with you as a man. I've loved every moment I've been able to spend with you, whether we had sex or not." I paused. "Now I feel love for you as a father as well, and I'm not really sure what I should think or feel. But if you think we should stop having sex, I would."
She looked at me, very seriously. "You still want me, don't you?"
"Very much."
"And I still want you."
I smiled. "If we keep having sex with each other, I'll have to accept that it's incest, and just be OK with that."
"I'm OK with it." she said. "I've had a long time to think about it, and I'm happy if you are."
My smile got bigger. "Are you going to call me Daddy?"
She laughed. "Yes, Daddy."
We embraced. For a long time, we just stood with our arms around each other, kissing, reassuring each other that it was OK. But my body betrayed me, the feeling of her young body, through our clothes, pressed against mine. I started to get hard, and she noticed.
"Do you want to have sex with me, Daddy?"
I sighed. "I can't deny it."
She started to pull off her clothes, her breasts coming into view, then she reached into my pants and gripped my hard cock.
"Do you want me to suck your cock, Daddy?"
I sucked on her little nipples, then stumbled over onto the bed, pushing off my clothes. She stripped and joined me. For the first time, I knowingly had sex with my daughter. I accepted a blow job, almost coming my daughter's mouth, then I ate her to orgasm, then fucked her thoroughly, our bodies sweating and working hard together, until I came, hard, inside my 15-year-old daughter's tight willing pussy.
Sunday morning, I woke up in Dayani's bed, to the pleasant feeling of her mouth around my cock, her naked body cuddled against me.
"Good morning, Daddy." she said, lifting her face, realizing I was awake and watching her. She squirmed up to me and we kissed. Her soft slim body feeling so good in my arms. "Do you want sex this morning?"
"Maybe. You feel wonderful." I slid a hand down between her legs, running a finger along her slit.
"Or do you want to go find Mother, and have sex with both of us? It is a weekend."
"I do love that." I admitted.
"I have sometimes wondered, do you like to watch us, because she is my mother, or because you like to see two women having sex?"
"Both reasons, I think."
She laughed, reaching down and gripping my cock, feeling the hardness of my morning erection. "Or do you want to have sex with my brother?"
I smiled. "Your mother mentioned that also. I had not even thought of it, but she asked me if I would, and now you have too."
"You don't want to?" She studied my face. "Is it because he is a boy, or because he is young?"
"Um...." I thought about it. "I guess I've just never thought much about it, because I think I'm not gay, or bisexual. But I admit, when Anishka mentioned it to me, I found myself turned on at the idea. Not of kissing him like a lover, but maybe letting him suck me."
"So you do not want to kiss him, because he is a boy? But I kiss my mother, and we are both women."
I shrugged. "You're right. It doesn't make sense." Then I turned the tables. "What about you, would you have sex with him?"
She didn't pause. "Of course, it is in the contract. Anything sexual you ask, I will do. When my mother told me about the contract, I was scared at first, and then I accepted it. I have thought for a long time about having sex with you, and my mother, and my brother. I thought about it and accepted it, before the first time you had sex with me."
"Yes. but... I mean, would you not want to do it? Would I be asking you to do something you really don't like?"
It was her turn to shrug. "I don't know. I've always thought of him as a little boy, you know. He is my brother, and I know that the world thinks that is wrong, a brother and sister, so it would be a secret like everything else in our family. But, I think I would like to do it, if you were watching, and it excited you." She smiled. "I like to do things if you think they are sexy."
"I'll tell you what. Why don't we both try it, and see how we feel? Just oral sex, you and him, then me and him."
She stared at me for a minute, then nodded. "OK. Right now, this morning?"
"Yes, if you can find him."
She smiled, kissed me, then wiggled out of bed and pulled on a thin dress for modesty, and went down the hallway. I lay in bed, both excited and scared by what I had suggested, what was about to happen. She came back in a minute, with Kithsiri following close behind. He wore pajamas, and looked a little sleepy. They climbed onto the bed, then looked at me expectantly.
"You know about what has been happening in this house, the sex?" I asked him.
"Yes."
"Now that you know what sex is, now that your mother and I have taught you, you know what the rest of us have been doing."
"Yes."
"I think to continue your education, you should try having sex with your sister. Just oral sex, at first. Would you like that?"
He stared at me, then at her.
"Would that be OK?" he asked.
"Yes, Kiti." said Dayani. "You could do it. You know, Mum told us about the contract. So we must do it, but also, I don't mind. I think it's OK."
"Your sister is a beautiful young woman." I said. "You're a very lucky boy."
"Yes. Very beautiful." he agreed.
"Show him how beautiful you are." I said to Dayani. "Take off that dress."
She smiled and pulled it over her head. Kithsiri's eyes bugged out at his sister's body. I saw a bulge already growing in his pajamas.
"Go ahead." I said. "You can kiss her, touch her. Dayani, show him what to do ."
I lay back and watched as the half-siblings gradually moved together. He sat shyly, so she had to help him, lifting his hands to her breasts, leaning in and kissing him. They kissed for a long time, while her hand slipped into his pajamas, finding his small hard cock and stroking it. She pulled his clothes off, then she lay back and invited him to feel between her legs. He shyly touched her pussy, then with encouragement gradually worked up to stroking her clit. At my suggestion, he moved down and kissed her pussy, then practiced what he had learned yesterday, about how to lick a clit.
I was still under the covers, but moved next to Dayani as she lay on top of the sheets, hugging her, the two of us looking down at her brother's face between her legs.
"You will need to train him." I said. "Tell him exactly what feels good."
She nodded, then began explaining it to him. As he got the hang of it, she became unable to speak, her head rolling back, her body flush. I played with her tits and kissed her, our tongue slipping together as she came.
"You did it!" I congratulated him. He lifted his face from his sister's pussy, smiling, proud. She giggled and sat up, kissing him. "Now, she'll repay the favor. You earned it."
Dayani gave me a pointed look, over her shoulder, a complex look, impossible to interpret. Then she turned to him, got up on her hands and knees, and took her brother's small hard cock in her mouth. I had to get out from under the sheets, to get a better look.
"Your sister has gotten a lot better at giving head." I told him. "She's learned a lot from your mother. Remember about pulling out, spitting or swallowing? You should ask her."
He nodded, excited, looking down at her head bobbing in his lap. She lifted her face and looked at him.
"Um, is it OK, for me to, do it, in your mouth?" he asked nervously
Dayani gave me a look, then turned back to him. "Thank you for asking. It's OK, you can come in my mouth." Then she returned to sucking.
I was painfully hard, watching them. Unable to wait any longer, I got behind Dayani, pressing myself into her wet pussy as she sucked, thrusting gently, not wanting disturb what she was doing. Kithsiri didn't know where to look, at his sister's face, or at her body getting fucked. I knew it might be too much for him, and I was right. Even with Dayani's relative inexperience, it was barely a minute before he came. I kept thrusting, slowly, as I heard her swallowing.
"You mother says he tastes better than I do." I said.
"She's right." said Dayani smiling.
I was thinking of sending Kithsiri out of the room and just finishing in Dayani's pussy, but she took control, squirming away from me, kissing her brother.
"Now you try sucking him." she told him.
He looked at her, then at me, then back to her, uncertainly all over his face.
"Come on, I do it all the time. It's no big deal. Here, I'll teach you."
I surrendered to the inevitable, laying back against the top of the bed, my legs spread. The naked youngsters wiggled into place between my legs. Dayani started by stroking my cock, then her brother imitated her. I gasped as his hand touched my cock for the first time, the first time any male had ever touched me that way. But when Dayani gave me a suck, then handed my cock to him and he sucked it, I just gave up. Did my identity as a heterosexual man matter so much? It felt good. It looked sexy. Dayani and her mother had sex, and they didn't consider themselves gay. Did I even need to rationalize it?
I stopped worrying about my sexual preference, and worried instead about coming. I didn't want to come in his mouth, on his first time. I told Dayani when I was right on the edge, and she grabbed my cock away from him, stroking it quickly. I came, my cum trickling down her hand, and then she locked her mouth on and swallowed the rest.
"Here, try it." she said, offering him her hand. "It's not that bad."
He tentatively licked the cum on her hand, then made a face.
"Don't worry." I said, still buzzing from my orgasm. "If you want to spit it out, I don't mind."
He nodded, and that was the end of our scene. We went off to his room, Dayani and I bathed together, then dressed and we all met at the breakfast table. I thought they might tell Anishka what we had done, but they didn't mention a word about sex at the table. They must have told her later that day, because when I told her that night, she had already heard the story from their point of view.
I was fucking Anishka hard, as I recalled the scene, how I had introduced her children to sex with each other, introduced her son to gay sex. She listened with rapt attention, then we focused on each other, bringing her to orgasm with the right rhythm.
"Will you go further with them?" she asked.
"Yes I will. But I'll take it slow, one step at a time. And I'll be inviting Kithsiri into bed with us again. We don't need any excuse about educating him. I just think it looks so fucking horny, watching you have sex with him. Will you do that for me?"
"Yes, of course."
I pulled out, reaching for the lube, sliding myself back into Anishka, this time in her ass. She moaned, relaxing, gradually accepting me.
"Tell me what you'll do." I commanded, as I thrust into her ass, very slowly, close to coming.
"Oh, I will do anything you want. I will kiss him, suck him, touch and make him come, in my mouth, I will drink him. I will surrender my body to him, I will let him fuck me, fuck me any way he wants, I will teach him sexual positions, for you to watch."
"And your ass?" I grunted, buried deep inside her, moving faster now.
"Yes, that too. I will teach him anal. Do you want to see that, do you want him to fuck me, in my ass like you are fucking me now?" She looked back at me a knowing look, perfectly aware of how her words were driving me crazy. "Or maybe you want to share my body with him, to fill my pussy, and invite him to fuck my ass, as the same time? Both of you, thrusting into me?"
That did it, I lost control, coming hard and deep up her ass.
The week that followed was like any other, the children had school, Anishka and I tended to the house. The only change in our regular lives was that Dayani now called me "Father" or "Daddy" openly. I slept in Dayani's bed only one night, falling asleep after sex with her, then waking up to a blowjob. The shock of doing this with my daughter was starting to diminish, I was beginning to accept that incest was just an acceptable part of the situation.
During the week, I carefully considered what new perverted acts I might introduce in the coming weekend.
After breakfast, Saturday morning, I inquired of the children if they would be leaving the house, for their social life. They both said no.
"I thought I might advance Kithsiri's education this morning, with your mother." I told them.
"I thought you might." said Dayani. "Will it be a private lesson?"
"Why, do you wish to be there as well?"
She paused, blushing slightly. "If it is OK?"
"What do you think, Kithsiri?" I asked. "Do you think it's OK for your sister to be present at your education?"
He looked nervously between us, shy as ever. Then he nodded.
I felt my excitement growing. This would be the first time for all four of us to be together. I called to Anishka in the kitchen, to join us in the master bedroom when she was ready, then I went with the children down the hallway.
By the time Anishka appeared in the doorway, we were already naked on the bed. I lay back against the headrest, with Dayani on her hands and knees between my legs, her head bobbing on my cock. Kithsiri crouched behind his sister, his face pressed against her pussy from behind, licking her that way.
"I see you have already begun." said Anishka smiling, slowly undressing as she approached the bed. Our eyes met, and I studied her face for any sign of disapproval. She had never witnessed any sexual contact between her children until this moment. If she resented it, she did not show it. Perhaps she had a long time to consider this moment, knowing it was inevitable.
"Yes, come sit by me." I replied. "Kithsiri, show your mother what we taught you last time, come and help your sister."
He obediently removed his face from his sister's pussy, and moved up alongside her, on his hands and knees. Dayani smiled as she pulled her mouth off my cock, holding it with her hand, pointing it at her brother's mouth. Without any hesitation, he sucked it in.
I put one arm around Anishka, pulling her to my side. We kissed, then we watched together, as her children passed my cock back and forth between their mouths, each sucking vigorously, their hands playing with my balls, or stroking whatever part of my shaft they could not fit in their mouth.
"So you have decided that you will have gay sex." stated Anishka matter-of-factly.
"I guess so. He's learning quickly. He's becoming a great little cocksucker."
"I knew that you would do it with him." She gave me a look as if to say, she understood me better than I understood myself.
I was very turned on, but I wouldn't come too easily from their small, inexperienced mouths.
"I want to watch you with him." I told Anishka.
She nodded, and the children moved away from my cock. I scooted to one side of the bed, pulling Dayani into my arms, holding her naked body so that we could both watch. Anishka began by kissing her son, then leading his mouth to her nipples, looked over at us with a smile, petting his head affectionately as he sucked. They kissed again, then she lay him back on the bed and went down on him, making sure we had a good view. I had one hand between Dayani's legs, finding her pussy, touching her clit gently as we watched.
"I can't believe they are doing it." said Dayani quietly.
"It's very perverted, isn't it?"
"Very." she agreed.
Very suddenly, we could tell Kithsiri was coming. Anishka waited until he stopped shaking, then she turned to us, and opened her mouth, showing us the cum on her tongue. Then she smiled and swallowed. Turning back, she lay on the bed and spread her legs, leading her son's face to her pussy.
"She knows you like to watch." said Dayani.
"Yes." My hard cock was pressing again Dayani's lower back. I adjusted out position slightly so that I was spooning her body from behind. My cock slid between her legs. I reached around her front and pointed the tip into her pussy from behind. Spooned this way, I was only an inch or two inside her, but it felt great, and I could still play with her clit.
"Ask him to fuck you." I told Anishka.
"You wish to hear me ask?" she said with a smile. "Of course." She tapped her son on the shoulder, and he lifted his head. "My sweetness, please fuck me. I want to feel you inside me."
"OK." he mumbled shyly, then he was up and laying on top of her, fucking away. His small stature meant his mouth was right at the level of her tits, so he sucked as he thrust his hips.
"Wow." said Dayani, pushing her hips back at me, trying to take me deeper, witnessing for the first time, the sight of her brother fucking her mother.
"He won't last long." I said softly in her ear. "And then I will ask you to do something."
"Anything." she moaned, my finger making small circles on her clit, my cock trapped inside her tightness.
Sure enough, it was barely two minutes before Kithsiri gasped and plunged deep, coming. Anishka murmured soft sounds of approval, caressing his head, holding his small body to hers.
"Kithsisi." I said. "Would you like to see lesbian sex? Your sister and mother having sex together?"
He looked up at me, and nodded.
"Go clean up her pussy with your mouth." I said softly in Dayani's ear. She moaned, reluctantly pulling away from my cock and fingers. Kithsiri pulled away to make room for his sister, watching her as she pressed her face into her mother's pussy, slurping, sucking, licking. She ate her brother's cum, then she settled in on sucking her mother's clit.
"I think they are very beautiful together." I said, as Kithsiri and I sat on either side of the women's bodies, watching. "Don't you agree?"
He shyly nodded. Dayani was using her fingers, apparently intent on bringing her mother to orgasm. I saw three fingers, then four. Anishka was moaning continuously, her head rolled back. Dayani's hand slipped inside her mother, and I saw her slowly pump her fist in and out, never taking her mouth away from her mother's large clit. That did it, Anishka came hard, her body rocking. Slowly and gently, Dayani pulled her hand out, then she turned to stare at me, licking her hand clean of her mother's juices. She was learning exactly what ways to turn me on the most.
I realized that I had watched Anishka with each of her children, but I had not allowed myself an orgasm yet. My cock, painfully hard, bobbed as I moved them about on the bed, Dayani laying down on her back, her mother and brother on either side of her. I got on top and slid myself into my favorite place, my daughter's snug pussy.
"Kiss her, touch her, play with her." I requested, as I started to fuck Dayani steadily.
They did, starting by taking turns kissing her mouth. Anishka put one of her large nipples in her daughter's mouth to suck, while Kithsiri's hands and mouth worked his sister's breasts and nipples. It was so nice to watch, I slowed down my thrusts so that I would last a little longer. This was really it, the four of us all together sexually. Dayani was seriously into it, her moans muffled by the nipple in her mouth. One of Anishka hands was absently caressing her daughter's belly, so I moved her hand downwards. She got the idea, rubbing her daughter's clit in little circles as I thrust. That took Dayani up to a new level, her moans turning to gasps. I was very close myself, but I wanted her to come first, and she did. Her pussy suddenly felt very wet, something I expected with her mother, but a rare occurrence for Dayani. My cock was bathed in her heat, tightness, and now wetness.
"Taste her." I said, pulling my cock out and letting it hang in the air.
Anishka moved down and obediently took my hard wet cock into her mouth, sucking it clean. I thrust into her mouth a couple times, then moved down to pushed into Dayani once more, then pulled out again.
"You too." I said to Kithsiri.
He hesitated, looking at each of us apprehensively, then he too sucked my wet cock into his mouth, tasting his sister's orgasmic wetness. I put my hand on his head and thrust gently, not wanting to push too much, given his inexperience. Looking up, I saw Anishka smiling happily at me. That struck me as so intensely sexy, that this woman was so pleased at me mouth-fucking her son. When I moved back to Dayani's pussy, I slammed deep and came in seconds.
As we slowly untangled and went off to dress or bathe, I considered what I had just done. I hadn't really pushed any of them into sexual acts that they hadn't already done. But by doing it all together, letting them witness each other's depravity, it felt as if I had gone far, perhaps too far, into a danger zone of a sexualized family.
That night, my daughter and I had a "date", studying and reading together, then undressing and getting into her bed for a long bout of sucking and fucking, in many positions. For the first time, we left the door open, the sound of sex echoing down the hall. Anishka came by the door, watching us with a smile for a minute, then leaving. Kithsiri came by to see what the noise was, just standing at the door, staring as I fucked his sister doggy-style. I called him over and invited him to use his sister's mouth. He did, unzipping his pants and putting his small erection at her lips. She sucked him in, and for a minute we thrust together into her front and back, until he came. She swallowed, he zipped up and thanked us.
After he left, I did my best to try to get Dayani to come from just fucking, but did not succeed. Instead, I took a break to eat her pussy, making her come that way, before sliding back into her for my own orgasm.
Sunday morning, I got up and bathed with her. As we dressed, I asked her to wear only panties and a skirt, to start the day topless. She laughed, but complied. I went down the hall to find Anishka, hugging and kissing her, then making the same request. She gave me a look as if such an idea was terribly strange, but she she too started the day topless, going into the kitchen to prepare breakfast that way.
At the breakfast table, I admired the effect, mother and daughter coming to and fro with food, their breasts wiggling as they moved. Kithsiri stared as well, despite having seen them naked several times, the nudity had never occurred before outside a bedroom. By the time breakfast was over, I was hard in my pants, ready for some fun. As Anishka leaned over to clear the table, I gave one her dangling nipples a quick suck. Feeling the contact, she froze, letting me suck for a minute, not moving away until I released her nipple.
I got up and led the children down the hall, telling to Anishka to join us when she was ready. In the master bedroom, I pushed off my pants and lay on the bed, waving for them to join me.
"Strip." I commanded. "Dayani, show your brother what a 69 is. With him on top."
She giggled, pushing off her panties and skirt, then helped him undress. She lay down on the bed in front of me, and explained to him what to do. It was a little unfamiliar for Dayani, accustomed to being on top in a 69 with me or her mother. Having Kithsiri on top made sense, though, because of his smaller size. I feared it might be uncomfortable for her to have his hips and cock pressing into her mouth from above, but fortunately his smaller cock size made it easier. He gradually got the hang of sucking his sister's pussy from above, even with the distraction of her mouth around his cock.
By the time Anishka joined us, the children had gotten comfortable, sucking each other happily.
"Oh, that is beautiful." said Anishka, stripping and joining me on the bed.
We embraced, then we cuddled together as we watched the brother-sister 69 in front of us. I played with her pussy, finding it growing wetter. Needing somewhere to put my cock, I led Anishka up onto her hands and knees, sliding into her pussy from behind. This way, we could fuck and still watch her children. We let them go for a few minutes. I realized that neither would come this way.
"Kithsiri, get off of her, gently." He moved up and away, being careful as he moved his knees around her head, not to pull his sister's long hair. He helped her to sit up, and the gave her a quick peck on the lips. They were smiling as they looked to me for their next instruction.
"Kithsiri, do you love your sister very much?"
"Yes." he said shyly, glancing at her, then back to me.
"And Dayani, do you love your brother?"
"Sure." Her voice had the slightly surly edge of a teenager.
"I think you're ready." I declared. "I want to watch you fuck each other."
Dayani's eyebrows raised in surprise for only a moment, then she smiled and turned to her brother.
"Here, Kiti. It will be fun." She spread her legs.
Anishka, on her hands and knees in front of me, had an even closer view than I did. We watched as Kithsiri apprehensively settled between his sister's legs, his cock jutting forward, pointing it downwards into her slit. He slid in easily, given his small size, then he lay down and started fucking. My cock throbbed inside Anishka pussy, her muscles squeezing me in response, as we watched brother and sister fucking for the very first time.
"That is beautiful, and real incest." I said.
"Yes, beautiful." agreed Anishka.
Kithsiri held his body up, looking down at his sister, her beautiful face, her perky tits, as he thrust into her pussy. I knew it wouldn't be long, and I was right. Barely two minutes elapsed before he deposited his incestuous cum inside her body. He cried out, then slowly pulled back, leaving a bit of cum dribbling from her slit.
I was happy their first fuck went well, but I wanted to put all of us together, so I pulled out and turned Anishka over onto her back, asking Dayani to come 69 with her mother. She happily compiled, climbing on, settling her spermy pussy on her mother's face, pressing her own face between her mother's labia to find and suck her clit. It was a familiar position for them, having 69ed many times for my viewing pleasure, but Kithsiri had never seen it. He stared, his cock hardening again as he watched his sister and mother deep in lesbian licking.
"I bet we can fuck them at the same time." I offered. "Just be careful as you get in there."
I scooted into place between Anishka's legs, pressing myself into her pussy as Dayani sucked her clit. Kithsiri figured out what to do at the other end, straddling his mother's head, sliding into his sister's pussy from behind. We fucked together, finding our rhythm.
"In this position, you can move from pussy to mouth to pussy." I told him. "Go ahead, try it."
He tried it, getting the hang of pulling out of his sister's pussy, angling downward, and thrusting into his mother's mouth. I did it too, pulling my whole length from Anishka's pussy and fitting as much as I could in our daughter's mouth. I didn't worry about the other end, where I knew that Anishka could handle a mouth-fuck from her son's smaller cock with no trouble.
"Try both, and let me know which you like better."
We happily thrust away, mouth, pussy, mouth, pussy.
"I think I like them both?" said Kithsiri. "Pussy, it feels very nice. But mouth, she is sucking me, the sucking feels very nice."
"You decide where you want to come."
He nodded, and we fucked for another few minutes. I saw him grab his sister's hips and thrust faster, then right at the last second, he shifted his hips. I couldn't see it, but I knew he was filling his mother's mouth with cum, enjoying the suction at the point of his ejaculation. Anishka's pussy gripped me rhythmically as she swallowed.
We both pulled out and the bodies untangled. They each kissed each other, then they looked expectantly at me for direction. They knew I hadn't come yet, so there would be more sex.
I lay down on the bed.
"Dayani, get on top of me and ride my cock."
"Yes, Daddy." She swung her leg over me and settled down, enveloping me in the familiar tight grip of my daughter's teenage pussy.
I let her fuck me for a bit, then reached down and spread her butt cheeks.
"Anishka, teach your son about anal kissing and fingering."
"Yes, of course."
Dayani fell forward onto my body, giggling, wrapping her arms around me, as her mother bent down and planted a nice wet kiss on her anal pucker. I could see Kithsiri looking uncertain, then his head went out of view as he bent down and took his turn kissing his sister's ass. Dayani kissed me, rocking her hips so that we could fuck at the same time she got the anal attention.
It was a lovely arrangement, and we kept at it for a long time. My daughter's tight pussy gripped me, fucking me slowly, as tongues and then fingers stimulated her ass. A hot mouth enveloped my balls, and I could feel a tongue squirming over Dayani's perineum, stimulating the spot where my cock slid into her. I didn't know whose mouth was around my balls, or whose fingers I felt moving in Dayani's ass, but it hardly mattered, her mother and brother were working together. I let my orgasm build, very slowly. When I finally came, the ring of Dayani's pussy squeezed me so tightly that the cum was forced to crawl up my shaft slowly in excruciating pleasure.
Kithsiri and I had come, but the women hadn't, so that was the next priority. Dayani and I lay back on the bed, side by side, as I instructed Anishka to suck her daughter's pussy clean and keeping licking her to orgasm. I had Kithsiri hold my cock in his mouth to keep me hard until Dayani came. Then I lay Anishka out on the bed, giving her a nice long steady missionary fuck, her children on either side of her sucking her tits, until her pussy shuddered and came.
I was so hard and ready at that point, that I decided to come a second time, unusual for our morning session. I had Anishka, still woozy from her orgasm, roll over onto her hands and knees, and got behind her. Her children were on my left and right, waiting for my instruction. I had Kithsiri suck my cock while Dayani French-kissed her mother's asshole, then they switched. Feeling super hard and ready, I explained to Kithsiri about anal sex, something he had never seen before, then proceeded to demonstrate by ass-fucking Anishka strong and hard. Kithsiri just stared in amazement. His sister, accustomed to the sight, just giggled, kissing me and offering her nipples to suck. I used my left arm to hold her slender body to mine, my right on her mother's hip for leverage in the ass-fuck. It didn't take long for me to leave my cum in Anishka's ass.
That night, laying in bed with my daughter, I was feeling quite drained, not quite ready for another round of sex. Dayani, however, was feeling horny, touching me, giggling, trying to provoke a response. When I started to harden in her hand, she ducked under the covers to suck me into her mouth, nursing me to hardness.
"I'm sorry, I don't think I have it in me." I told her.
I heard her muffled voice, then her head popped up from under the sheet. "Why not?"
"I think I wore myself out this morning. Tell you what, go get your brother in here. He can fuck you instead of me. You don't mind having sex with him, do you?"
She pouted. "It's OK. But I'd rather do it with you, Daddy."
She trundled off naked down the hall, then came back with Kithsiri in tow.
"Daddy says I should have sex with you." she told him. He grinned excitedly.
"Go ahead and do anything you like with your sister." I confirmed. "Just do it here on the bed, so I can watch."
He was a little surprised at being given free choice. What he wanted to do, it turned out, was to kiss his sister's mouth, fondle her tits, suck her nipples, touch her soft belly, and explore her pussy with his fingers. She lay back for a while and patiently let him do whatever he felt like. His small hard cock bobbed, but he didn't seem in any hurry to use it.
"Don't you want me to suck on you?" she finally asked. "Don't be shy, I know you like it."
"Um, yes?" he admitted.
I handed Dayani a pillow to prop up her head, and Kithsiri moved up to straddle his sister's chest and put his cock in her mouth. She sucked, and I could tell by the way his body responded that it wouldn't take long.
"I want to see him come in your mouth." I said to Dayani. "So don't just suck it out of him."
"How should I do it?" asked Kithsiri, pulling back.
"When you get close to coming, pull out, and jack your cock." I said. "Dayani, just open your mouth wide. That way, I can watch."
They had never seen a pornographic movie, so I couldn't use that as a reference point. I just had to spell it out. They grasped the idea, and got it right on the first try. After a minute of vigorously thrusting into his sister's sucking mouth, Kithsiri pulled out and jacked, aiming two blasts of cum into her open mouth.
"Beautiful!" I encouraged. They turned to me and smiled, basking in the praise, Dayani sticking her tongue out to show off her brother's cum. "Now Kithsiri, time to practice pussy-licking. If you can make her come, you can fuck her."
He practiced, taking barely five minutes to make her come. They he was on top of her in a flash, humping away at his big sister's pussy.
"Slow down, young man! That's your own sister's beautiful little pussy, not a piece of meat. Fuck carefully and pay attention to how she responds. Dayani, you tell him what to do."
I lay in bed watching as brother and sister educated each other on fucking. It was Dayani that initiated getting on top, riding her brother's little cock. It was his idea to try doggy-style, as he done that morning. It looked so hot, brother and sister banging away at each other's young bodies, that my own cock was uncomfortably hard watching.
Dayani's attention was divided, partly wiggling her hips back to meet her brother's thrusts, partly watching me. Watching me watch her, with a smile on her face, knowing that she was committing this act, putting on this show of incestuous sex for me, partly to make me happy, to turn me on. I felt a surge of love for her, seeing how much she wanted to please me. And also lust.
"Damn it, you've gotten me so turned on, I'm gonna have to join in." I pretended to grumble, pulling back the sheet and getting up onto my knees, offering my cock to her mouth. She happily sucked me, on her hands and knees taking our cocks in her mouth and pussy simultaneously. We fucked her that way for a long happy time, sharing her body. Inevitably, Kithsiri came, gasping and pressing himself deep inside his sister.
I was very hard and ready to keep going, so I rolled Dayani over onto her back and entered her. Her brother lay alongside us, sucking a tit and reaching between our bodies to play with his sister's clit. It worked, giving her a second orgasm, then it was time for me to get mine.
"Get back there and suck my balls." I instructed. "While I fuck your sister."
He nodded, complying. It was a lovely sensation, one I was used to with Anishka helping me fuck Dayani, now her son was learning too. It was very effective, the hot tight wetness of her pussy, the wetness of the mouth on my balls.
"Do you think I should give him his first real taste of cum?" I asked.
Dayani shook her head. "Come inside me, Daddy."
I did, and she cooed with happiness, feeling me spurting deep inside her.
The next day, Sunday, we only had group sex once, in the afternoon, in the master bedroom. I gave Anishka a long, slow, deep doggy-style fuck, as she gave oral sex to each of her children, bringing both of them to orgasm. I was pleased that Anishka came too, just from my hard cock fucking her. Moving around, we ended up in a line: I throat-fucked Anishka, Dayani fist-fucked her mother's pussy, and Kithsiri fucked his sister. Kithsiri's small hips moved so fast, I knew he wouldn't last long. I wanted him to come where I could see it, so I had him move up and jack off onto Anishka's tits. Dayani looked at the cum, then looked at me and smiled. Without me even suggesting it, she licked up her brother's cum from her mother's tits. It looked so sexy, I had Kithsiri do it too, licking up his own cum. Soon he was just sucking the nipples, while Dayani focused on fisting, and soon Anishka had another orgasm from her daughter's fist. Dayani brought her wet hand up and licked it clean. I was close, and decided not to come down Anishka throat, but to let Dayani jack me off onto her mother's tits instead. I had her and her brother lick it up, and that's how Kithsiri got his first taste of my cum. The three of them took turns making sure my cock was completely sucked dry of the last drops.
One Sunday, I spent most of the morning working out back in the garden, trimming back the vegetation around the patio. Anishka and Dayani came out to watch me sometimes, but they couldn't understand my interest in gardening. To them, it was work for peasants, the hard life they had left behind. Why not just hire a gardener? Why would I want to toil on purpose? My American do-it-yourself attitude was strange here.
I was very sweaty as I came in for lunch, then collapsed in the easy chair in the living room. Dayani came by to check on me, leaning in to give me a quick kiss. Almost reflexively, my right hand went up to brush my daughter's small soft tits through her shirt. She smiled and stayed bent over to kiss me longer, then took my hand and led it under her shirt, to play with her naked nipples. Her hand trailed down my body to find the lump in my shorts.
"Mmmm..." she moaned, "I've excited you. Do you want to have sex?"
"I'm beat." I sighed. "I mean I'm tired."
"Would you like me to wash your feet?"
"Sure, that would be nice."
She went for a pan of warm water and a cloth, coming back to sit by my feet, washing them carefully and lovingly. I watched her working, and she gave little smiling glances up at me. A wild idea struck me.
"Would you lick my toes?" I asked.
"Oh... that is dirty." She looked surprised. "I think that is forbidden in our culture."
"But my feet are very clean now."
She nodded. "Yes, it is not logical. It is a cultural thing."
"Like fathers and daughters not having sex?"
"Yes, like that." She smiled up me, seemed to consider it, then she tentatively ran her tongue along my big toe. It felt slippery and warm and nice.
"More?" I asked.
She ran her tongue all around, between my toes, then finally worked her way up to sucking on my toes. I loved it.
"It feels very perverted to me," she said. "I could suck your cock instead?" Her finger reached up and worked on my shorts.
I nodded. "That would be nice, sweetheart. But take off your shirt."
She smiled sweetly and swept it off, bending over topless to fish my half-hard cock out of my shorts with her young fingers. She didn't seem to mind it was sweaty, sucking me happily. I watched her beautiful face and perky tits for a while as she sucked, then just leaned back and closed my eyes for a long time, luxuriating.
"Are you going to come?" asked Dayani after a while.
I opened my eyes and watched her stroking my cock. "I don't think so sweetheart. I'd like to fuck you, but I'm too tired."
"I could do it," she said with her eyes twinkling. "I could get on top of you."
I absent-mindedly reached between her legs. "You could! Are you wet?"
"Yes, see?" She guided my fingers, pulling her panties aside. My fingers plunged into wet heat. She wiggled out of her remaining clothes, then climbed right up onto the reclining chair, straddling my body and lowering herself. I helped point my cock upwards as she came down, enveloping me in her tight sheath. We both moaned.
As she fucked me, doing all the work moving her hips up and down, I marveled at her youth, her strength, her energy. She was getting more experienced now as well, giving her hips a little tilt each time she came down, giving a little extra squeeze.
Anishka must have heard the gently slapping of flesh. She walked into the room, taking in the sight of us fucking, and came over to kiss me.
"I am surprised to see you together in this chair," she said, "but you look quite beautiful together."
"She is an amazing girl." I agreed. Anishka's full-body sari was non-trivial to remove, so she wasn't able to get naked and join us, but she knew how to push my buttons without taking off any clothes. My cock pulsed as I watched Anishka sucking each of Dayani's nipples, then mother and daughter kissing hotly.
"I want to taste her pussy on you." said Anishka in a lusty voice.
"Do you say that just to turn me on, or because you really want to?" I asked with a smile.
"Both." she declared.
I nodded as she moved down. Dayani lifted her hips all the way off me for a minute. My cock shone with wetness, the pussy cream of our eager coupling. Anishka devoured me, savoring the salty-sweet mix of my pre-cum and her daughter's arousal, and giving me a few hard sucks that curled my toes before she finally let me go and Dayani came down to envelop me again. A dozen fast bounces into her tight pussy, then Anishka's mouth, then Dayani's pussy. I was going to come soon, and said so. Anishka moved down to take my balls in her mouth, as Dayani kept going until I grabbed her, holding her down tight to my body as I came deep inside her pussy.
Over the next few weeks, we kept to our routine: regular life during the week, sexual exploration on the weekends. I gradually introduced new elements. Kithsiri learned to suck me all the way to orgasm and swallow my cum. He watched me fucking his mother's ass a few times, then finally I let him take a turn at it.
One weekend, I had Anishka in my lap, riding my cock in reverse cowgirl, with her children between her legs, licking her clit as she fucked me. I noticed that Kithsiri's little pecker was very hard, so I told him to slide it into Anishka's pussy, right alongside my cock. After a little practice, it worked, both of our cocks in her pussy. Dayani giggled as she watched the strange coupling, playing with our balls as we tried various ways of thrusting, together, or alternating. I found the sensation fascinating, when Kithsiri came, his small cock pulsing, right next to mine.
We gradually explored many ways to double-fuck Anishka. It was only a matter of time before she took me in her pussy and her son in her ass, a classic double-penetration. She took her daughter's fist in her pussy and her son's cock in her ass. For an even bigger stretch, after much preparation and lube, getting her very turned on and relaxed, we got Dayani's fist in her pussy and my full-sized cock in her ass.
Anishka and her daughter would fuck each other, from time to time at my request, with vegetables. Anishka drank a great deal of cum, both mine and Kithsiri's, either straight from our cocks, from sharing a kiss with Dayani, or drinking it from Dayani's pussy.
Sometimes I got in an anal mood, and enjoyed watching Anishka and her children stimulating each other with slippery anal fingering. I knew that soon enough the last two virgin holes in the house would be explored.
The next birthday in the house was Kithsiri turning thirteen. We had a small celebration, and presents. That night, I called them all into the master bedroom and announced that Kithsiri was now old enough for two new kinds of sex.
"The first," I explained, "involves your sister. Your small cock is just the right size to introduce her to anal sex. Go ahead and try it."
Dayani giggled, and Kithsiri fumbled nervously as they got ready. He was experienced enough to spend a good while kissing his sister's ass and probing it with lubed fingers. Anishka and I sat together, cuddling, as we watched her children try anal sex with each other for the first time, doggy-style. Dayani grimaced a few times, but otherwise took it very well. Kithsiri was so excited at the incestuous buggery that he barely lasted a minute.
"That was beautiful." I said. "Now, the second thing you're old enough for is taking my cock in your ass."
Kithsiri looked doubtful, but he obeyed. His mother and sister did their best to prepare his ass. He was on his hands and knees, looking at me with apprehension.
"Here Kiti." said Dayani. "I'll suck you when he does it, that might make it feel better." She put a pillow under his hips and lay her head on it, holding his small cock in her mouth.
"Let me put you inside." offered Anishka, by my side. Gradually, with her help, I got the head of my cock inside his ass. She coached him on relaxing, and gradually I got enough inside for a shallow, careful ass-fuck. I had long-ago reconciled my self-identitification as a heterosexual man, with my desire to put my cock into this boy, and it felt great. Wanting to make his first time short and painless as possible, I let myself come quickly.
Over the next few months, his ass got more and more used to my cock. I never fucked him alone, but always as part of a group sex scene, usually when his cock was inside a mouth or pussy. One Saturday morning I put him in my lap, my cock up his ass, and had his mother and sister give him a double-blowjob until he came, the first time he had an orgasm with my cock inside him.
He never committed incest without my command or permission. If he wanted it, he had to ask, and it was almost always Dayani he'd ask for. He developed a definite preference for his sister, usually asking to have straight sex with her. He'd ask me, and I'd ask her, and if her mood was right, she'd let him. Other times, she'd be horny and ask me for sex, and I'd have her get it from her brother instead, usually while I watched them.
One Sunday afternoon, we were in the middle of group sex, with Dayani on top of me riding my cock, when I invited Kithsiri into her ass for her first double-penetration. We went slow and easy that first time, but gradually she got used to it and it often featured in our family get-togethers.
Life flowed by in a happy swirl. The sex became just a part of the fabric of our lives, and often not the focus of attention. We took trips as a family, Anishka and I were both involved in her children's schoolwork. Soon they each wanted a computer of their own, and Kithsiri immediately took to videogames, especially sports games. Although it has never interested me much before, his enthusiasm was contagious and I often found myself pulled into a fun battle with him over the house LAN.
When Dayani turned sixteen, we gave her a lot of presents, and also one thing she'd been asking to try for months: her Daddy's cock up her ass. It was a family effort. There was long, slow preparation, involving her sitting on her mother's face while Kithsiri and I gently probed her ass, lubing it, relaxing it. Kithsiri ass-fucked her once, coming inside her, adding his cum to the lubrication.
I suggested to Dayani that she start on her hands and knees, but she insisted she wanted her first ass-fuck with me on her back, a pillow under her hips, her legs up and spread. I had to admit she was pretty good at taking her brother in that position, and she insisted she wanted to be face to face with me, so we could kiss while I introduced her ass to my full-size adult cock.
I lay on top of Dayani, her legs splayed wide. We stared into each other's eyes, her gaze a mixture of excitement and fear, and a desire to please me. When I got the head of my cock inside her, I did not go any further, just letting her get used to it, then fucking just that inch of cock in and out of her. She was familiar with the sensation of her brother's cock in her ass, but mine was much thicker, just the head making her gasp as it flexed and stretched her sphincter. I kissed her, enthralled with the sensation and awareness that this was my own daughter's ass I was fucking. I ended up with only two inches inside her, that first time, but it was enough to get me to come in her ass.
Over the next few months, we practiced, and Dayani learned to take her Daddy's cock in her ass with relative ease, not as comfortably as her mother, but certainly as well as her brother. When our family weekend romps got anal, I would usually start in Anishka's ass, then end up in Dayani's by the time I let myself come. Sometimes I just lay back and let my family do all the work, the three of them sucking my cock in turns, the women climbing onto my cock with their pussies, and then each of them hopping on and taking my cock up their ass, first Anishka, then each of her children. Dayani almost always got her Daddy's cum inside her, whether because of her beauty, or her sweet smile, or her enthusiasm at offering absolutely any sexual service.
Dayani was still 16 when the subject came up of her having boyfriends. She had turned her attentions inward, in her new life with me, but there were feelings she couldn't ignore with some of her schoolmates, even across the divide in her gender-separated private school. After many discussions over many days, she and I concluded that she could and should date, as long as she remained available to me, sexually.
One evening, Anishka and I lay together in bed discussing Dayani's growing up.
"Someday she'll grow up and marry a nice man." I said. "And then she'll be gone."
"Does that make you sad?"
"A little. She swears she'll always visit and we can have sex. But I'll miss her terribly."
"My sweetness, do you think that when we grow old together, you will still have the same sexual desires?"
I laughed. "Probably not. Maybe we'll slow down and I'll be less horny. That'd be appropriate I guess, since the children will be all grown up and busy with their own lives. I love sex with you, I'm sure you'll be good for me."
Anishka regarded me carefully. "My sweetness, we are still young. We have very many years together, if we stay together. Do you want to stay with me, for all those years?"
"I can't think of anywhere I'd want to be."
"In that case, my sweetness, would you like to give me another child?"
I stared at her. At 37, Anishka with her wide child-bearing hips was certainly young enough and physically capable. But I realized how much of a commitment this meant. She knew we would never marry, as marriage had gone so wrong for me before. But having a child, publicly acknowledged as ours - not like Dayani who was not publicly my daughter - it somehow felt more serious.
"Would you like that?"
"I did always want to have more children. And you have proven to be a very good father."
I smiled. "And this child would be ... part of the contract?"
She smiled back. "That is my idea."
I reached under the sheet and fondled Anishka's naked body as I did the math in my head. It would reach puberty around the time we turned 48. My fifties could, in theory, be spiced up with the addition of a new member of the family. My hand found her pussy, and she spread her legs to give me access.
"I suppose it would be most useful if it's a girl."
She nodded. "For your pleasure, yes. But even a son or two would be a joy."
I smiled. "I think the idea excites you." My fingers were moving on her pussy now, and she was breathing heavy.
"Yes, my sweetness." She moaned under my touch. "Make love to me now, and tomorrow I will stop taking the birth control pill."
From that day forward, the goal in the house was to get Anishka pregnant. Kithsiri stopped coming anywhere near his mother's pussy, and our weekend sexual antics often involved both children helping to get me off in Anishka pussy. Even if I came in Dayani's mouth, she would carefully spit my cum into her mother.
It took two months, until the tests confirmed she was pregnant.
Her pregnancy did come with some mood swings, sometimes not in the mood for sex, which was no problem as I had Dayani to turn to. Other times, the hormones swung the other way and Anishka was insatiable, asking for or initiating sex with me or her children, unable to get enough. Sometimes, when she got that way, the weekend get-togethers would last longer. Even after I had come, and gone off to clean up, I would return into the room and find Anishka still going at it, her face buried in her daughter's pussy, as her son pounded her pussy from behind.
As Anishka's body began to show, belly bulging and tits swelling, I found her even more attractive, and the sex took on a kinky dimension. Fucking, or ass-fucking her with that bulge seemed naughty. Now we almost never came in her pussy, but in her ass or mouth instead. She sometimes spoke of eating cum as being good nutrition for the baby, or taking Dayani's fist in her pussy as getting her ready for childbirth again. All of us loved to suck at Anishka's nipples when she started to lactate.
One night I was happily fucking Dayani in her bed, doggy-style, after her homework. Anishka came into the room, something she almost never did, and sat naked, watching us fuck, playing with her clit.
"I would like to join you, if I may." she asked politely.
"Do we have a curved squash?" I asked.
She smiled. "Yes, my sweetness." She went off to the kitchen to get it. I pulled out of Dayani.
"This is unusual on a school night." said Dayani, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs, knowing what was coming. Mother and daughter had practiced this many times, for my viewing pleasure. Anishka returned to the room with a the squash, long and thin and curved, one end thicker than the other. I had never gone to the extent of ordering proper sex toys, and Anishka had a knack for picking them out from the market. She pushed the thicker end into her own pussy, already completely wet and taking it comfortably, then lay down on her daughter and pressed the thinner end of the squash into her pussy. Gently, they started to fuck.
With her belly bulging, Anishka couldn't lay down all the way on her daughter. I sat next to them, enjoying the sight of Dayani getting fucked by her pregnant mother. I squeezed a hanging pregnant tit, and the milk sprayed in super-fine streams onto Dayani's tits. I bend down to lick up the milk from my daughter's tits, sharing it with her in a kiss. She wouldn't come this way, but she was still moaning very softly at the vegetable fuck.
Watching them together, I got an idea. I lubed up my cock, and got behind Anishka, working my way into her ass. Now Dayani and I were double-fucking her. I carefully ass-fucked her. Anishka, to my amazement, rapidly worked her way up to an orgasm, mostly an anal orgasm as the squash in her pussy had a limited range of motion. After she stopped shaking, I pulled out.
"Can you switch positions? Let's sandwich Dayani."
They carefully disengaged and moved around, Anishka laying back on the bed, pillows in place to keep her comfortable, her legs spread wide. Dayani, holding the squash inside herself, got between her mother's legs and fucked her with the thick end. It was tricky, as the squash kept slipping.
"It's too long, let me go to the kitchen." said Dayani. She left, coming back with one of the of the squash chopped off and rounded. Now when she slid on end inside herself, and the other inside her mother, their pussies were filled but it was short enough that they were pussy-to-pussy, clit-to-clit.
"Mmmm, this is nice!" murmured Dayani as she and her mother got into it, rubbing their pussies together as they fucked each other. She held onto her mother's pregnant belly for support.
My cock, still lubed, went very slowly and carefully into my daughter's ass. She paused and relaxed to let me in. Soon I was buried to the hilt. I reached around her to play with her tits, then felt Anishka bulging belly. We moved together, slowly, our daughter sandwiched between our bodies.
"I feel so... full." she moaned, as her teenage asshole clenched me tightly. I could feel the squash moving in and out of her pussy as we all moved together.
I knew she wouldn't have an anal orgasm like her mother, but it turned out that their clits rubbing together was having an effect. I was slowly building up speed, fucking her tight ass more firmly and deeply, approaching my own orgasm, she she suddenly cried out and came. I was so thrilled to feel her body trembling as Anishka and I, her mother and father, fucked her front and back. It was too much, I came hard, deep in her ass.
That brings me to the end of my tale, and the present day.The first time Anishka gave birth, it was a boy. The second time, twin girls. After that, she got her tubes tied.
The three little ones are a big part of our lives, although of course not sexually, they are just toddlers. Anishka might lick their immature little parts to help them go to sleep sometimes, but that's the extent of it. They are little children, many years away from sexual awakening.
Kithsiri married a girl and moved out. He visits often.
Dayani goes to university, and still lives with us. She goes through boyfriends often, but she's still my loving daughter and secret sexual partner in the privacy of our own home. She says she won't marry until after she graduates, and seems quite far from picking any one man.
I never returned to Cambodia or the Philippines, or the USA for that matter. I am happy here in my life in Sri Lanka, with my loving partner Anishka, having sex with her or sometimes her children. I know that in a few years we will surely lose Dayani to some nice man, and a few years after that our younger children will start their sexual education and join us in our bed. I sometimes daydream about the possibilities, my young son and especially the twins. We could get together in a few years, the older children home for a visit, and introduce them to sex with their younger siblings, the seven of us exploring a thousand sexual combinations together.
It's a wild future that awaits me.