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A Family Adventure
My wife, son, daughter and I were tired. We had
hiked all afternoon up the mountain, then set-up
camp for the night. My son and I made ourselves a
nice camp, well organized, as my wife and daughter
prepared dinner. It might've been freeze-dried and
instant food, but we all knew it was going to
taste like manna from heaven after the long, hard
16 mile trek. And it did.
We had just finished eating and were relaxing in
the relatively warm night air around the fire,
feeling the ache in our muscles, when the rain
came. It was a cloudburst and forced us to
scramble getting our perishables into the large
family-sized tent. The hard rain only lasted for
ten minutes or so, but it was enough to soak us
all to the bone. By the time we were in the tent
and buttoned-up against the elements, the rain had
died down to a soft pitter-pat on the tent. It was
too late, though, to suit us. We were all cold,
wet, and miserable.
"We need to get out of these wet things as soon as
possible," my wife said, "or we're all going to
catch our death of cold."
"No argument from me," I said and my son and
daughter chimed-in with their agreement.
"Then let's get started" my wife said.
"Sure," I agreed. "Let me help you put up the
divider."
My wife Claire and I unraveled the fabric divider
and hung it across the middle of the tent. My son
Danny collected his mom and sister's backpacks and
put them on the other side and spread out the
sleeping bags while we worked. My daughter Janelle
pretty much just stood around and shivered while
dripping a puddle on the floor near the door of
the tent. I couldn't help but notice how her
nipples stuck out underneath her wet T-shirt and
bra. God, how she'd grown! She was a real looker:
long blonde hair like silk, nicely rounded
grown-up breasts, a tiny waist, and a tight perky
round butt that just ached to be patted.
Once we had the divider up, the girls went
underneath to their side and started to change
while Danny and I stayed on our side and did the
same.
"Do you mind if we have the lantern, guys?" my
wife asked. "It's too dark over here to see what
we're doing."
I picked it up and hoisted it over the divider and
my wife took it.
"Thanks."
She set it down, but it must've been against the
far wall of the tent 'cause the girls' shadows
fell across the divider. I didn't notice at first.
My son and I started to change out of our wet
clothes. I did notice, though, that when we both
got down to our underwear, he turned away from me.
He wasn't normally shy in front of me and I wasn't
shy in front of him either. Then I noticed the
shadows on the divider and saw the outline of my
wife and daughter. They were two naked beauties.
It was like a soft-core porno flick of silhouettes
just three feet from my son and I. As I stared, I
felt myself starting to get hard and hurriedly
turned my back to my son as he had done to me.
So...that's why the poor kid got shy all of a
sudden, I thought. No shit, kid. I feel the same.
I quickly put it out of my mind and peeled my wet
underwear off, then put on my jogging pants and a
T-shirt. The dry clothing made me feel instantly
warmer, but a chill was still deep in my bones.
"Hey, hon? Did you pack any liquor?" Usually, we
would take along some brandy or whiskey. Liquid
was difficult to haul in a pack, due to the
weight, so we'd opt for the hard stuff...more
punch for less weight. It was handy to have if we
needed it for first aid, but usually it served as
a nightcap and a little touch of civilization on
our backpacking trips.
"Yeah, you read my mind" my wife replied. "It's in
the outside pocket of your pack."
"Oh, thanks! Make me carry it, huh?"
"The only way to travel, my dear."
While I was chagrined at having been duped, I was
grateful to my wife when I found four pints of
whiskey tucked in around my socks and underwear.
"Wow. You weren't fooling around. Planning a party
or something?" I asked when I found it.
"Well, they forecasted this rain and I thought
it'd be nice if we got caught in it. Help warm us
up a bit, you know?"
"Us? You mean the kids, too?"
My son, just pulling his T-shirt on over his head,
looked at me with eyes as big as quarters.
"Well, I guess a little wouldn't hurt," my wife
said. "Do you think?"
"Sure, Dad," Janelle quickly added. "Danny and I
are just as cold as you and Mom. It's only fair."
I looked at my son and smiled. "OK. I guess we all
deserve a little. It's been kind of a tough hike
so far. But you two be careful," I said looking at
Danny. "I don't want to be responsible for getting
my own kids drunk. And I especially don't wanting
anyone getting sick."
"We won't dad," Janelle whined from the other side
of the divider.
I got a bottle out and buttoned up my pack. As I
turned around, I saw the silhouette of my naked
daughter. She was sticking out her chest and
arching her back as she pulled her nightgown on
over her head. I glanced over at Danny and noticed
he was staring too, but at my wife's shadow. Then
I noticed Claire's image bent over her backpack,
her large, naked breasts shaking as she stuffed
clothing down toward the bottom. God, poor kid, I
thought. This must be torture. Then I became aware
of my own growing erection and sat down before he
noticed. My movement must've distracted him 'cause
he quickly looked at me and half-laughed nervously
as he sat down across from me.
"Quite a show, huh?" I whispered.
"No kidding," he said quickly and quietly. Then,
self-conscious, he tried to cover himself. "I
mean, well..., uh..." he said looking away.
I just patted him on the arm and opened the bottle
of whiskey.
"Here," I told him. "You look like you need it,
but just a little tiny sip."
He took a gingerly sip, then gasped.
"Wow. That burns."
"Warms your insides, doesn't it?"
"Yeah," Danny said smiling. "That's pretty cool
how it does that. Doesn't taste too good, though."
"Just remember that bad taste when you get older,"
I advised him, then took the bottle from him and
swallowed deeply. God it felt good. The chill
seemed to disappear and was replaced with a warm,
cozy feeling.
Janelle came from underneath the divider to sit
with us on our sleeping bags. I handed her the
bottle and admonished her like I did Danny. She,
too, felt warmed, but didn't quite like the taste.
Soon, Claire took down the divider and we had more
room to spread out. We were warmer now and fairly
tired, so we took the opportunity to lay across
our bags and talk as we drank our
whiskey...enjoying the feel of our warm bed
clothes and soft sleeping bags. The kids seemed
pretty chatty, an extremely rare occurrence for
teenagers, and Claire and I were loving it. I
could tell just by looking in her eyes that we
were kind of re-discovering our children...or
perhaps getting to know them for the first time as
the adults they were so quickly becoming. Either
way, it was great and we were both enjoying their
company.
Before we knew it, the bottle was empty and I
relented to pleadings from everyone to break out
another one. I think we were all enjoying the time
and didn't want it to end. We were also just
starting to get warm enough to forget how cold we
were earlier. Then it seemed like no time when I
got out the third bottle. We were all having a
great time passing the whiskey around and talking
about everything and anything. It was obvious the
kids felt like adults and they seemed to be coming
out of their shells. I also wondered if maybe they
were getting drunk. Either way, though, it was
great to have them be so open with us, a nice and
welcome change, so neither Claire nor I wanted it
to end. I guess that's why I don't even remember
getting out the last bottle. Then again, I guess
Claire and I were getting kind of lit too.
I eventually concluded that 'lit' wasn't the word
for it. The whiskey seemed to hit me all at once
and I realized suddenly that I was three sheets to
the wind, practically knock-down drunk. As I
watched Claire talking, I realized she was close
to blitzed, but doing pretty good hiding it from
the kids. Amazingly, though, I couldn't tell if
our kids were drunk. Danny just jabbered away
about school and Janelle talked non-stop about her
girlfriends and the latest trends they were into.
Then something Janelle said caught my attention.
"No Mom, I'm not that kind of pretty, I mean, the
kind boys are really interested in."
"Of course you are," Claire replied. "You're a
gorgeous girl. I'm sure all the boys find you
attractive. You have beautiful blue eyes, lovely
hair, and a terrific figure. Don't you think so
Steve?"
Thankfully, I was listening.
"Yeah!" I said a little too quickly. "Jeez,
Janelle. Get a clue. You've turned into a very
sexy girl and any boy that has you should be damn
grateful."
"Oh, Daddy. You're drunk."
"That may be." Everyone laughed as I laid down on
my back and folded my hands underneath my head.
"But I still think you're one hell of a hot babe."
There was an awkward silence as Janelle blushed
and looked away. I couldn't help but notice her
large, round breasts heaving underneath her cotton
nightgown as she breathed heavily. I was right,
goddamn it. She was hot and there was no doubt
about it.
"What about me?" Danny asked. "Girls won't like
me, will they?" he whined.
Yeah, my son was kinda drunk, but you gotta hand
it to him. He was not gonna be left out of the
conversation. He'd make his own way...even if he
had to appeal to female pity. Smart kid.
"No baby," his mom cooed. "Come here. Sit next to
me you handsome devil. You need some lovings."
Danny scooted over next to his mom and leaned into
her outstretched arms. I couldn't help but notice
he rested his face right on her nightgown-covered
breasts. If I wasn't so drunk, I'd almost swear he
smiled at me.
"Were you serious Dad?" Janelle looked up at me
with pouty lips and eyes.
"Sure honey. You're a beautiful woman...even
voluptuous (which I slurred a little bit). Boys
must be dying just to get next to you."
She leaned forward on all fours and slowly crawled
toward me.
"But how come they don't? I mean, if I'm
beautiful, why don't they?"
"Well, honey, they're probably nervous." Like I am
now, I thought. Jeez, if that nightgown were any
looser around the neck, I'd see her nipples. God,
she had great tits.
"Nervous? How could I make anyone nervous?"
Janelle asked as she crept next to me.
"Well, because you're beautiful. I mean, boys can
get distracted...or even intimidated by a sexy
woman," I said while I looked down the neckline of
her nightgown. "All boys think about at your age
is sex, so they become scared when they encounter
someone like you. You have a wonderful body, like
a centerfold, and young boys with sex on their
minds usually can't handle that kind of
intimidation."
"You mean I really am sexy, like a woman? I mean,
grown-up sexy?" Janelle was hanging over me now,
looking seriously into my eyes.
"Yes, honey. You're a beautiful, grown-up, sexy
woman."
She reached around my neck and hugged me tight, so
I hugged her back.
"Oh, thank you Daddy," she said with relief her
voice. Obviously, this had plagued her and she was
having some kind of catharsis or revelation...or
she was just plain ol' drunk. It spite of the
seriousness of the moment, though, all I could
seem to think of was her soft breasts lightly
pressing into my chest and the sweet smell of her
silky blonde hair in my face.
She held me tight and wouldn't let go, so I just
let her hug me and hugged her back. As I did,
though, I became increasingly aware of her
body...her large, round, soft tits...her tiny
waist...her firm, round, perky butt rising in the
air as she bent over me. I began losing myself in
the moment and stroking her back as I hugged her
slim, young, curving frame. I stroked up and down
her back, lower each time, then up her
sides...barely brushing the outside of her soft,
hanging globes.
Suddenly, she threw her leg over me and laid on
top of me, still hugging me, but I was frightened.
I had an erection and wasn't aware of it until
now. Now that erection was pressing into her young
mound and I was sure she could feel it. I was more
sure when I felt her spread her knees to either
side of my legs and just barely press that mound
against my hard cock.
My god! This wasn't right! My own daughter was
pressing her pussy against my dick...wasn't she?
Or was it my imagination...my drunkenness?
I felt it again. She pressed slightly harder; it
was perceptible. It was a subtle grind. She was
grinding against me! My own daughter wanted to
grind her pussy on my cock! This couldn't be.
I stroked her back, then patted her on the butt as
a signal that the hug was over. But it wasn't.
"Oh Daddy," she whispered. Then she stroked my
head, nuzzled my neck with her nose, and pressed
her mound harder against my throbbing cock.
My hand rested on her butt after the patt and I
found myself rubbing it. God, it felt so fucking
great...soft, round, jutting out just enough. God,
I was even squeezing it now! Massaging the soft
mounds of her butt cheeks. They felt so great, so
soft, round, inviting. I kneaded them harder and
harder as Janelle pressed her mound against my
cock more firmly. I even squeezed her butt as I
pressed her into my throbbing dick.
Then I realized where I was at. Claire! Danny! Oh
my god, I thought, what the hell am I doing? I
must be really fucking drunk...or out of my mind.
I jerked my face quickly, clearing Janelle's hair
from my eyes, and looked over at them.
I was stunned.
Danny had pulled down the neckline of Claire's
nightgown...and was sucking on her tit! She was
leaning back on her hands letting her own son suck
her naked tit! For God's sake, what were we
doing!?
Danny was flicking his mom's nipple with his
tongue (quite expertly actually), then I saw him
reach up underneath the hem of her
nightgown...searching for her pussy. He must've
found it quickly 'cause she groaned and laid back
spreading her legs. He pushed the nightgown up
with his forearm and I saw him rubbing her
panty-covered crotch. I could see in her eyes that
she was totally blitzed from the whiskey and horny
as hell. I suspected she was going to let our son
do whatever he wanted.
Just then, I felt Janelle's pussy grind hard and
slow against my pulsing cock. God, she felt so
fucking wonderful. I reached around her with both
hands and grabbed her butt cheeks as I pushed up
with my hips and ground my throbbing dick against
her young, warm mound. I watched Danny push his
mom's panties to one side...exposing her pussy,
then he slid two fingers in and began pumping them
in and out of her while he still sucked on her
tit.
"Oh god, Daddy," Janelle gasped quietly in my ear.
She started grinding her pussy against
me...spreading her legs wider around mine and
pulling her knees up a little to better rub
against me more firmly. I loved the feeling of my
daughter dry-humping my throbbing cock. She slowly
raised her head above mine and I leaned up to kiss
her. She opened her mouth. As our lips met, she
pushed my face back down as she inserted her
tongue in my mouth and moaned. God, she was hot.
She swirled her tongue around inside my mouth,
then sucked on my tongue as I pushed it into her
mouth. She pulled her knees up further and
squatted on my dick now...dry-humping me through
her nightgown and my sweatpants. I could feel the
heat of her pussy through our clothes and the lips
of her vagina spreading over my cock. I reached up
between us and found her breast.
She was braless...and I was in heaven. God, it was
so soft and huge. Her nipple was like a little
rock underneath the nightgown. I squished her
large round boob in my hand, roughly massaging it
through her nightgown while our tongues entwined
like animals in heat. Her dry humping on my cock
was forcing me to pump my hips involuntarily back
at her hot, grinding pussy. God, she was
hot...like fire, adolescent heat.
I pushed her back from me...breaking our kiss. She
leaned upright and put her hands on my chest. Our
eyes met. My daughter blatantly dry-humped me fast
and hard as she looked into my eyes. I reached up
under her nightgown and pushed it up with my
hands...exposing her tits to the warm night air. I
squeezed them and kneaded them while she ground
her cunt on me. God, I wanted to fuck her so bad.
She leaned over slightly, enough for her tits to
dangle in my face. I took one of her nipples into
my mouth and sucked on it. Actually, I gobbled it.
I slurped all over her naked tits, first one, then
the other in my mouth, rubbing them all over my
face as I licked them. Then I pulled back and just
admired them. My daughter's tits were like a
centerfold's, perfect in every way...and they were
naked...and I was playing with them. God, they
were luscious. I just wanted to suck em, maybe
slide my dick in-between them, but I was
distracted by sounds across from us.
I looked over at Danny and Claire. Both of them
were totally naked. Danny was standing next to his
mom who was sitting down. He was feeding her is
young, hard dick and she was sucking on it like a
wanton whore...making gurgling sounds as her son's
cock slid in and out of her mouth. God, she looked
hot. Her naked tits were shaking as she bobbed her
head up and down on his dick.
I looked up at Janelle as she reached down and
pulled her nightgown over her head and off. I
pulled my T-shirt up and off too. Janelle then got
on all fours over me and grabbed the waistband of
my sweat pants. She quickly pulled them down and I
pulled my legs out as she discarded them. Then she
stood over me and pulled down her panties. I found
myself jacking off as my daughter straddled my
naked body and exposed her cunt. She pulled her
panties all the way down, dangling her large naked
tits above my face as she did so, then stepped out
of them. Her blonde, young pussy was glistening
with juices. The lips were ripe and pink, like a
perfect wet dream.
She slowly squatted down until her pussy was
hovering over my cock. I watched as she took it
out of my hand and into her own...guiding it
slowly into her warm, young snatch. The first
touch of it sent flames through me. It felt hot as
it barely wrapped around the tip of my cock.
Slowly, she eased down onto it...carefully and
gently easing her Daddy's cock into her warm,
waiting cunt. Oh shit, yes! God, her pussy was so
tight and hot and wet as it wrapped around my
throbbing cock. I thought I was gonna spurt cum in
her right then...but I didn't. She gasped as the
full length of me entered her, then she slowly
began to ride my dick as I reached up and
admiringly played with her large naked tits.
Holy shit, I thought. God, I'm fucking my own
daughter...pumping my hard cock into her hot
little pussy while playing with her tits and
looking into those beautiful bedroom eyes. Jeez,
it was so fucking hot with her riding me. She was
gasping and I was moaning.
Then I heard Claire.
"Oh god, Danny, fuck me! Yes, baby, pump that dick
into me. Fuck me sugar! Fuck Mommy good."
Claire was on all fours with Danny fucking her
doggy style. His pelvis was slapping against her
butt as he held her by the hips and leaned
back...admiring his own nice-sized cock thrusting
in and out of his mom's cunt. Claire's tits were
swingingly wildly beneath her as her son fucked
her. She looked like a total slut...on all fours
with her son's cock pumping in and out of her
ferociously, tits dangling, and grunting
in-between her dirty talk encouraging her son to
do more nasty stuff to her.
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