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Subject: Title story: "The Family Trip" Author: Incestor 65363907
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Date: Sat, 21 Jan 2006 16:59:10 +0000
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The Family Camping Trip (or how i spent my summer) It started out simply enough:
a family camping trip to a hilly region in a neighboring state. But Dad
neglected to check out the weather report (as dads will) before we set off.
During the four-hour trip over back-country roads far from civilization, the
skies grew steadily darker. Within minutes of arriving at a remote campsite, we
found ourselves abandoning the setup of our tents and gear and scrambling for
the only shelter available, our four-wheeler, as the skies opened. Luckily, Dad
and I had the presence of mind to cover our belongings with the tents before
ducking for cover. Unfortunately, however, we were all soaked to the bone by the
time we reached the truck. So there we were, peering glumly through the downpour
at our stuff. My sister, Karen, knew better than to criticize Dad, so she
started on me, instead. "Nice job, Kevin. Now we're all soaked and you left the
extra clothes out there." I would have punched her, but she was in the front
passenger seat and I was on the driver's side in back and I would have had to
reach across my Mom next to me to get at her. "Never mind," my Mom said as my
Dad grumbled under his breath. We were all left alone to our thoughts as the
rain kept on, and on, and on. I turned around to take inventory of what we did
have in the truck and came up with 1 tattered old beach blanket (with sand), a
wind breaker, and an old canvas tarp. Everyone was starting to shiver, but my
Dad refused to turn on the truck. "If we run this heater for any length of time
we won't have enough gas to get back down the mountain," he informed us. "Well,
I've had about enough of these wet clothes," Karen announced, and started to
unbutton on her shirt. I stared, mouth agape, but before she opened it, she
whirled, snatched the windbreaker out of my hands and said "Turn around you
pervert, while I put this on." I gulpingly did so, while I heard Dad say "What
about me?" "Oh Daddy, you've seen me naked before." I heard my Dad kind of gulp,
then he said "But, umm, you've really grown up, now." "Okay, all finished," she
said. "Here, shithead, spread these out behind you." And she tossed me her
jeans, shirt and (gulp) bra. I could only see the windbreaker from here, but Dad
must have been able to see her panties. Now, I hadn't thought about my sister
naked before, but the image was definitely coming to mind now, and I realized it
would have been a very exciting thing. I imagined her 18-year-old body, slim,
supple, with full breasts. I had never seen them before, but my mind filled in
the details from clues I had: Karen in her nightgown, Karen at the beach, Karen
in a tank top. Karen naked suddenly seemed like a very fine thing. Karen cupping
her tits, Karen sucking a cock, Karen... "Kevin?" "Huh, what?" "I said, your
sister has the right idea. Would you please hand me that tarp and turn around."
"Yeah, sure." My MOM naked, now there was a mind-blower. She was 42, but still
trim, with full hips and, from what I could tell, firm, full breasts. I started
fantasizing about her next, but with audio as well, since I'd often heard her
passionate moans as she made love to my Dad. Within a few minutes, I had the all
clear to turn around again. In the meantime, Dad had taken the blanket and I was
left with nothing. So I stayed in my wet clothes with the rest of my family down
to their skivvies but warmly wrapped up. With a shrug I turned to the window and
tried to sleep. I must have been asleep for an hour, it was fully dark outside,
and I woke up shivering in my still wet clothes. Figuring that neither they nor
I would dry with me still in them, I stripped to my shorts, huddled back up on
the seat, and tried to get back to sleep. But I was still cold, so I snuck a
portion of the tarp away from Mom and tucked my legs under it. As I tried to
settle into a comfortable position, I managed to glance over at my sister asleep
in the front. She was leaning against the door with her head back and hugging
her knees to her chest. I noticed her panties pulled up tight against her
crotch. Leaning a little closer, I felt I could see the lips of her pussy
clearly outlined against the thin nylon! I settled back into my corner of the
back seat and, despite the incongruous situation, took the opportunity to
surreptitiously rub my hard-on through my shorts. I figured that, with luck, I
could bring myself off and no one would be the wiser. But as I really started to
get into it, my Mom stirred next to me on the seat, awakened by the vibrations.
So I shut my eyes and pretended to be shivering (not much of a stretch.) "Kevin,
honey," she whispered gently, shaking my shoulder. "Huh?" I asked, fake
sleepily. "Come here. You're shivering so much it woke me up. Share this tarp
with me." "OKAY!" I thought! "Ah-huh" I mumbled, acting nonchalant. I snuggled
under the tarp, up against her bare shoulder. Here I was, mostly naked under
covers with my mostly naked Mom, but honestly my first feelings were of relief
at the blessed warmth I found there. But as soon as I started to get warmed up
myself, my throbbing hard-on reasserted itself. Feigning sleep, I assessed our
positions. She was sitting up, her feet on the floor, but leaning kind of away
from me and against the wall, with her arms crossed. I had my legs curled up
behind me, with my head on her shoulder and my knee touching hers. My right hand
lay on the seat between our thighs, my left held our tarp up under my chin. My
mind was whirling, trying to find some way to take advantage of this. But
destiny took a hand, literally. I was slowly pressing my right hand onto her
thigh, pretending to snuggle in closer to her. My plan was to have it end up
'innocently' resting on top of her thigh. Later, too, I would try to drop the
tarp a little so I could get a gander at those tits. But before I had any chance
to try any of this penny-ante perversity, Mom reached over and patted me on the
thigh pat-pat just a little gesture of affection. But as she drew her hand back,
her wrist brushed against my hard-on. Gasping, she froze. But I instinctively
sighed and pretended to still be out cold. I couldn't believe it when she
hesitated, then gave me another pat pat-pat, this time right on my dick! I
nearly jumped her right there, but kept up my charade. My dick had its own ideas
however, and jumped when she touched it. I couldn't believe this, this was too
good. Tentatively, she rested her hand directly on my dong and rubbed it
slightly. I still played asleep. As she was still rubbing me ever so gently, I
felt her other hand drop down into her lap, very close to where mine had been
wending its way. Soon I could feel other rhythmic motions. Get this: my Mom was
rubbing us both off! Soon, I felt it was time for action. "Oh, Mom," I breathed
in her ear. She froze, but the incriminating fingerprints were still on my hard-
on. "That's so nice," I said, "don't stop. Keep going." "I can't," she
whispered, "I shouldn't. I'm so sorry." She started to pull her hand away. I
gripped her wrist gently, though, and pulled her back to my rod. "Why not," I
whispered. "It feels good, I need it, you need it. Who's to know." She still
hesitated, so I reached down with my other hand, placed it over the one in her
lap, and massaged her fingers into her crotch. With a feathery soft moan which
nearly made me cum on the spot, she grasped my rod again and we masturbated each
other silently under the tarp. Pretty soon, I slipped my fingers inside her
panties, and she slipped hers inside my briefs. Skin on skin, the game got
better. Soon I had one finger in her pussy and one on her clit. Shortly after
that, her ministrations on me ceased as she neared her orgasm. But I didn't
mind. I slid my right hand up to caress her left titty, while my left hand
redoubled its efforts in her quim. I bent down and pulled the nipple toward my
mouth. As I sucked and licked that turgid bit of flesh, I felt Mom's whole body
quiver, tighten, then relax as another of those tremulous sighs announced her
climax. She came down a bit, then, but was still pretty hot. We kissed deeply,
very deeply, with tongues slamming down each others throats. Both my hands
pulled at her motherly titflesh, as both hers dropped into my lap to stroke me.
But she didn't waste much time with that. Throwing caution to the wind, she
lowered her head into my lap and swallowed me alive. It wasn't long before I
felt my nuts tighten. Mom seemed to sense my impending climax, and increased her
pace. I rewarded her efforts with about a gallon of jizz. It caught her on the
upstroke and filled her mouth to bulging. She swallowed quickly and slammed me
deep into her throat, where her incredible muscles milked me dry. When she
raised her head again, she had an insatiable gleam in her eyes. A trail of my
cum flowed down her cheek and dropped onto her boob. She reached down, scooped
it up with a finger and sucked it into her mouth. I was instantly hard again.
"Fuck me," she whispered. "But Mom," I began to protest, and cast a glance
toward the front seat. To my horror, my Dad's eyes met mine. He looked me right
in the eye and I felt my life about to end. "Fuck her," he said. I looked back
at Mom. "Fuck me Kevin. Come fuck Mommy." I heard sucking sounds coming from the
front seat. They ceased abruptly and Karen's head popped up over the seat. "Fuck
her, Kev." she said. I guess it was unanimous! WANNA MORE FAMILY INCEST STORIES?
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