Over The Back Fence

By LuvsItWet

Copyright @2010  

MF, Mf, Mm, MFf, inc, reluc, preg, 

Blackmail as a tool of dominance just fell in my lap.  I didn't go looking for it, it found me.  

Let me explain.

I was in my back yard last summer, minding my own business.  Actually, I was photographing some cultured tea roses that my late wife had planted and that I have kept in her memory.  It was a beautiful day for just enjoying life.  

Things took a strange turn when I heard voices from the other side of the high privacy fence that separates our back yard from the family behind us.  I was nearly up against the fence and the kids from next door couldn't have been more than three or four feet from me.  That corner of their yard has a large planting of hibiscus bushes and the little vermin had apparently found a natural formed fort or  created a play house under the cover of the thick shrubbery.  

I didn't pay too much attention until I heard an argument raise the playful chatter to a low roar.

"No.  I won't"  I heard the eleven year old girl, Abbey, say.  "I'll suck it though.  Like last time."

That got me really curious.  

There are three kids in the family.  A fourteen year old boy, Sean.  The eleven year old girl, Abigail, and a seven year old younger sister, Diedre or Deed as everyone calls her.   

I assumed that Abbey was fending off some attempt by her older brother to do naughty, naughty things.  Correctly, as it turned out.  She was OK with some things but drew a line with others.  I later was privy to several of her trade-off arguments.  

I couldn't see through the fence because the previous owners back there had also put their own fence right up against mine, making a double layer of cyprus boards with the support structure sandwiched between them.  

The marvels of modern technology saved the day, though.  My inexpensive little digital camera with the tiny TV screen in the back allowed me to sneak a peek over the fence with not much chance of being detected.  A little zoom and I was looking at a live act of adolescent incest.  Up close and personal.  

Abbey, in just shorts and a tee shirt, on her knees in front of her naked older  brother.  She was fully engaged in doing what she had successfully negotiated.  The way he was turned partially away from me prevented me from seeing exactly what was happening but it didn't take much imagination.  Not with the way her head was bobbing at his waist, or the the way his head was rolling around on his shoulders.  These two were obviously experienced and really into what they were doing.

With little chance of being detected, I snapped seventy-three reasonably high resolution images of the two or three minutes it took for young Sean to get what he had bargained for.  So many pictures that it nearly made a movie when viewed at a fast rate.  The last few frames are of the little girl pulling back as her brother shot his spunk past her face and over her shoulder.  Her expression is priceless.  

Other than the first outburst from the girl, nothing else was said that I could overhear.  Just minutes after the climax, they left their little boudoir.    When they were safely gone, I shot several more pictures over the fence of the little play area.  The kids had been pretty busy back there.  A small wooden box for a table, a couple of old lawn chairs, and a small covered trash can that I later found contained a couple of blankets and a large pillow.  

After obsessing over the photo series for several days, I realized I probably had happened on a chance to see a lot more if there was some way to know when the budding sex fiends were in action.  I quickly fell in love with the little girl.  Abbey had just started to fill out.  Still a child but on the verge of womanhood.  Long blond hair and pale skin complimented her coltish looks.  She would soon be a stunning young lady.  I certainly wanted to see her in all her glory if it was at all possible.  

It didn't take much to come up with a motion detector from an old security light hooked up to a buzzer in my home office to alert me to anyone in that area of the neighbors yard.   Two days later, I was again up at the fence with camera in hand.  

I was disappointed to find only Sean.  Spread out, butt naked on an old blanket, with a tattered magazine in one hand and his hard-on in the other.  Jerking off.  The kid had a pretty respectable cock for being only fourteen.   Probably seven inches or more and fairly thick with a loose foreskin.   I took a few pictures, but my primary interest was in sweet little Abbey so I didn't wait long after he shot his load into a wad of tissues before quietly slipping away to the house.  

About ten minutes later, the buzzer sounded again and I went to check out the play house a second time that day hoping my little heart throb may have joined her brother again.  

I was really shocked when in my tiny TV screen, who but the mother of the house, Carol, appeared.   She was kneeling on the dirt, sideways to me, with her shorts and panties down around her lower thighs.  One hand holding a wad of tissue over her face and furiously stroking between her legs with the other.   

At the time, I didn't fully realize what was going on but I shot over thirty pictures of her before she crumpled to the ground and flopped over on her back.  Fearful of being seen, I retreated.  

This event turned an accidental discovery of youthful experimentation into a much more interesting case of neighborhood family scandal.    I scratched my head for several days before I decided how to make the best of the situation.  I decided Carol was the key.  If I could get her involved, even unwillingly, I could maybe get more than a few pictures of her daughter to drool over.

For the next month, I reacted to the buzzer like a Pavlovian dog.  I invested in a new camera with video and sound and a lot more memory.  I did some carpentry work on the fence so I could shoot through a small concealed viewing port.   

I went across the fence one day when I was sure the family was gone and planted a tiny microphone on the fence near where Abbey or Sean usually put their pillow.  In that visit, I found one of the small covered containers was the kid's trash can and contained candy wrappers and boy-cum laden tissues.  Lots of cum laden tissues.  That was what Carol had apparently been holding to her face that first time.  Her son's fresh cum smell.   

I finally got to see Abbey naked one day when she agreed to let her older brother rub his erection in her naked little slit if he promised not to try to put it in her again.  From the gist of the conversation, I gathered that they had unsuccessfully attempted penetration in an earlier session and Abbey refused all further cajoling by Sean.  She remained a virgin but grew to be quite adept with her hands and mouth.  I suspected she was even the instigator much of the time.

By mid August, I had over six hours of edited video of the neighbor kids in action.  I made a second DVD, editing in the seven or eight times that I was able to catch Carol in some way.  Either by herself after the kids left the hide-away or peeking at them through the bushes during their sex play.  Once she even reached orgasm just as Sean blew his wad with Abbey rubbing him on her newly budded little titties. 

I had also done some quiet investigating into Carol's marital status.  During my wife's illness, death, and the grief period that followed, I had heard something about a divorce but was so wrapped up in my own problems that I hadn't paid much attention.  Now I found out that Ray, the husband and father, had been caught with his fingers in the cookie jar (supposedly a secretary where he worked) and Carol had taken him for everything.  Including full custody of the kids.  No unsupervised visits even, which seemed odd but that's the story I got from one of the area gossips.  

Just after school started in early September, I invited Carol to the house on the pretext of discussing a possible problem with the survey of our common property line.   I didn't waste much time though, after we were settled in the family room.   I pressed 'play' on the remote and the preselected still of her pre-teen daughter with a stiff cock in her mouth jumped to life on the 52" TV screen.   I had made up a shorter version of the DVD with just the highlights, chosen for shock value.  

I was watching Carol carefully and let the scene run until she grasped what she was seeing.  As the blood drained from her face, I paused the action just as the full screen of Abbey holding Sean's squirting cock in her hand and Carol plainly visible through the bushes, watching.  

"Would you like to tell me about it?"  I asked quietly.

Carol sobbed loudly and put both hands over her face for a moment.   "Please Mr. Randall..."  She said.  Then she seemed to brace herself and started to rise to her feet.

"Sit down!"  I directed firmly.  She sagged back into the couch and covered her face again.

I didn't give her time to gather her wits.  "Take off your shoes.  Now!"  

She looked at me as though she was going to faint.  "Now!"  I repeated.

Carol was crying now.  But she did as she was told.  

"Carol, I have several hours of what you just saw less than a minute of.  I've known for months that your two kids have been fucking in the bushes behind my house.  You have, too.  I've watched you with your son's semen saturated tissues.  I've seen you smell them and taste them.   I've seen you rub them on your tits and shove them up your cunt.  I've watched you get off on his cum several times.  I have it all on film."

"Oh, God.  No!"  She wailed.

"Yes, Carol.  I do.  The first question is:  How much more have you been doing with him?  Or them?  And the next question is:  What do I do with everything I know?"

Before she could respond, I tested her again.  I needed to know how submissive she could be.

"Carol, take your shoes out to the foyer and put them on the floor next to the front door.  Any time you're in my house, you are to be barefoot.  Understand?"

"Why?"  She whispered.

"Just do it.  Now!  I'm getting tired of repeating myself."  I said.

Carol rose with her shoes in hand and started toward the front of my house.  

"While you're out there, take your panties off and hang them on the inside door knob.  You may put them back on when you leave."

She jerked to a halt but didn't look back.  I saw her shoulders slump and she left the room.  We fully understood each other at that moment.  I played the fiddle, she danced the jig.

When Carol returned barefoot, I didn't ask about her panties.  I knew she had complied.   Her only other option would have been to leave.  If she did that, she  faced unknown consequences she feared much more than she feared me.

"What are you going to do to me?"  She asked quietly after she had sat back down.

I let her question hang in the air for nearly a minute.  "Nothing."  I finally said.

"You're an attractive woman.  Don't get me wrong.  I would love to fuck you but not this way.  Not now.  Maybe someday we'll get down and dirty, but a lot has to happen before then.   No, Carol.  I won't do anything to you.  I'll do a lot "with" you, though.  Deep down, you're a very kinky cunt and I'm going to help you do some of the things you don't have the guts to do by yourself."  I liked the shock effect of the coarse four letter words.   I wanted Carol to get used to talking nasty as well as thinking and acting nasty.

I wasn't just complimenting her to soften her up.  Carol is a very attractive woman.  Mid-thirties, just over five feet tall and very petite, maybe a hundred pounds.  Light complected like her daughter, with short dishwater blond hair.  The mothering of three children doesn't show on her at all.  Under other circumstances, I would be interested in an intimate relationship with her.  I had other prey, however.

"Tell me about the kids.  How did you find out?  How long have you known about what they are doing?   Is little Deed involved.  What attracts you to your son?   Would you like to take it further if you could?"  I overloaded the poor woman with questions she probably was afraid to ask herself. 

Carol was stunned, maybe close to collapse.  I thought it was time to back off a bit and let her digest all I had put on her so far.  

"Give me your keys."  I said.  

She dug into her purse without a question and pulled out a small ring.  I stood and traded her the remote for her keys, telling her I would be back in about an hour and for her to watch the rest of the video and wait for me.  

I couldn't resist smelling her panties on the way out.  Nice.

I stopped at her place first to confirm which keys would give me access to their house then made a quick trip to the local hardware store for duplicates.  On the way home, I stopped at her house again and made a quick look around in the bedrooms for places to hide some surveillance electronics.  I thought it might be a good idea to have some back-up in case Carol tried anything unexpected.  

Thoughtfully, I snagged a pair of little girl panties out of the hamper in the kids bathroom for later.  Just something to keep my interest.  

When I got back to the house, I was pleased to note Carol's panties still on the door knob and her shoes on the floor.  

The video was running and Carol was so entranced she didn't even hear me come in.  One hand held the remote and the other was up under her skirt.  I stopped just inside the door to watch for a minute, just long enough to see her pause the video twice and furiously work her pussy each time.

She jumped and dropped the remote on the couch when I cleared my throat.  

"OK, Carol.  Here's the deal.  You tell me everything.  I mean everything.  If I think you're holding out on me in any way, everything I have goes to Ray.  I'll bet he would love to get something like this on you and I'll give it to him in a heart beat."

I paused a moment for effect. 

"DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND???"

The woman was beaten and knew it.  She had no more fight left.  The wracking sobs were nearly as painful for me as they were for her but I didn't relent.  

"Get your sorry ass over here!"  I said as I sat down.  

"On your knees."  I commanded, pointing to the floor in front of my chair.  "Now!"  

She fell like a rock.  

"Pull your skirt up to your waist."  I said.  "I want to see some bare ass while you spill your guts."    She did.  "Spread your knees."  She did.  I had a great view over her back of her heart shaped butt.  Not as cute as her daughter's but damn close to it.

"Lay your head down right here."  I directed as I patted my zipper.  "Give me your hands."  

"Now, start at the beginning and don't leave anything out."  I turned her face gently to the side and stroked her hair.  

The story I heard over the next two hours was nothing like I expected.  I had been titillated, aroused, fascinated even, with what I had learned about the family over my back fence before.  What Carol had to tell me was shocking.

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"I don't know where to start."  Carol said quietly.  

I could only see the side of her face but I could tell she was having trouble gathering her thoughts.  I needed her to admit her peripheral involvement with her children's sex play to drag her deeper into my plan.  

"Why don't you tell me when you first saw Sean in a sexual way?"  I thought the key to her cooperation was through some admission of her attraction to her adolescent son.  

"He was sucking my husband's cock."  She whispered.

It was all I could do to hide my reaction.  This was not going where I thought it would.  I petted her hair to soothe her.  That statement had to be difficult for her.

"And...?"  I said.  Leaving the pregnant pause for her to fill.

It was like a floodgate opened.  She couldn't tell her story fast enough.  I had some sense of what a priest must feel like taking confessions.  

About three years earlier, around the time my wife was going terminal, Carol had come home unexpectedly.  She had the girls with her, out shopping, and Ray had been home with Sean.  

She stopped back at the house to let one of the girls use the bathroom on their way from one store to another and stumbled on Ray and Sean in the family's little home office.  Gay porn was showing on the computer and her then eleven year old son was on his knees, sucking off her husband.

In shock, she quietly retreated, unnoticed.  She got the girls back to the car and went about the rest of the day.  Her secret knowledge eating away at her.  Later, she realized she wasn't as outraged as a mother should be.  The revulsion was mixed with a strange excitement at what she had seen.  

Carol was deeply dissatisfied with Ray and had been for a long time.  He had always been a barely adequate husband and a near disaster in the bedroom.  His sexual performance had only barely been sufficient to sire their three offspring.  She had suspected that he was bi-sexual if not outright gay.  Her discovery gave her a possible exit from the marriage.  

Over the next several weeks, she watched and waited.  She was able to retrieve a lot of Ray's internet history.   Even some photos he had taken of the boy.  She found that her husband was grooming Sean carefully any time he could.  Even at night, when he thought Carol was asleep, he was slipping into Sean's room for time alone with him.  She was able to save several pieces of Sean's underwear with Ray's semen stains.  Heavy stuff if she needed it in court.

When she thought she had enough evidence, she went to a trusted friend.  A lawyer.  

Ray caved without a fight.  

The cover story, to save face, was the company secretary.  The divorce was uncontested and Carol got all the assets.  Ray got all the liabilities.  Alimony, child support, and forfeiture of all rights to the children was the last straw.  

Carol told me that she didn't even know where Ray was, or even if he was still alive.   She just didn't care.  She was glad he was out of her life.

"But what about the thing with Abbey?"  I asked.  "How did that get started?  When?"

"I'll get to that.  There's more."  She said quietly.  Never looking up at me.

After Ray had quickly and quietly left, Carol had some serious problems with Sean.  He started acting out.  Big time.  Temper tantrums at home.  Fights at school.  His grades dropped.  She caught him slipping out of the house at nights more than once.  He had just turned thirteen and was going through puberty, which just made matters worse. 

Carol remembered that Ray had started showing Sean porn on the internet, and fearing for his safety if he continued going out alone, she bought him a computer.  She helped him set it up in his room and gave him full access to anything out there in cyber space.  The only caution was not to tell anyone his name or where they lived.

Carol secretly checked her son's on-line habits frequently.  In addition to all the things a seventh grader would ferret out, like MySpace, FaceBook, uTube, etc, Sean quickly started visiting the porn sites Ray had shown him.  Some gay, but mostly the routine, explicit hetero picture galleries that fill the web.  

It seemed to work.  Instead of tantrums, Sean would lock himself in his room.  Because he had access to things most thirteen year old boys don't, he became very popular with his peers.  No more fights.   No more slipping out of the house at night.  

Carol discovered Sean's budding sexuality intrigued her.  She bored a tiny peep hole in the wall between her closet and his room so she could watch him masturbate.  The idea of seducing him became an obsession with her but the associated feelings of guilt kept her from acting.  

Over the next year and a half, Sean was very active in his room.  Mostly solitary masturbation, but twice she had observed a circle jerk with several of Sean's junior high school friends.  Once she caught Sean and a boy she'd never seen before sucking each other off.  She later found that the kid was a MySpace buddy from a nearby town.   Carol had neither encouraged or discouraged her son's involvements.  

The previous winter, in a room-by-room painting project, Carol had had to double the kids up for a couple weeks.  While the girls' room was being painted, she took Deed in with her and put Abbey in with Sean.  Secretly, she had hoped something would develop between the two older siblings and she wasn't disappointed.  A few days into the new sleeping arrangement, she discovered Sean showing his little sister some of the stuff he had found on-line.  

Little Abbey had just turned eleven and was starting to show some signs of a budding sexual curiosity as well as the early growth in the places young girls grow at puberty.  Carol had the "mother-daughter" talk with her about the birds and the bees.  Not surprisingly, somewhat after the girl already knew most of it anyway.  Carol thought she was obliged to at least act like it was important.

By the end of the first week, Carol found a smudge of blood and several semen stains in one of the beds.  When she questioned Abbey, the girl got flustered and told some story about hurting herself.  Carol went into a refresher lesson about how babies are made.  As far as she could tell, that ended the attempts at penetration but other forms of sex play had continued.  

That brought us up to the time I had accidentally discovered the goings-on in the little secret play area over my back fence.  

Except for Carol's distinctly un-motherly interest in her son's spent semen.  That part of our saga intrigued me and I intended to delve into it with her soon.

Carol was still kneeling quietly between my legs with her skirt hiked up around her waist showing her cute little naked ass.  During the time she had told me all about  her recent family history, she had sometime spread her knees on the soft carpet and one of her hands had drifted un-noticed down between her legs.  Her head was turned and the side of her face rested comfortably on my lap, over my pubic area.   

I wasn't turned on by what my pretty little neighbor had related, because my mind was going a mile a minute.  All this had to be handled just right.  With any luck at all, I could get some premium pre-teen pussy.  And maybe more, much more.  With a mother and three kids, the possibilities were endless.

"OK, Carol."  I said.  "Everything is going to be just fine.  You've done the right thing." 

"What about the other girl?  Deed?"  I asked.  "Is she involved in any way."

"No.  Not that I know about at least.  Not yet anyway."   She left that hanging like there might be future possibilities even with her seven year old. 

I soothed her.  She had been crying at times, nearly uncontrollable sobbing that I had waited patiently to end.  It was hard for her to dredge up the stuff she had told me.   When I had started with her, I had intended to bully her into doing my bidding.  Now I thought it was entirely possible she could become a willing accomplice.

"What about Sean's cum?"  I asked.  "Why do you wallow in it like you do?  I've seen you even push it up into you at times.  Why?"

"His, uh...a...I, I don't...baby."  She was mumbling.

"Tell me.   What is it?"  I pushed some more.  I felt that it was an important part of her story.  

Carol pulled herself up straight but still looked down at my lap.

Then she stepped off the cliff.

"I wanted to have another baby."  She whispered.  "I want a baby so bad it hurts sometimes.  I didn't even care if it was my own son's child in me."

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I lay awake most of that night, mulling over what I had learned about the neighbors over the back fence.  I was old enough, and had been around enough, to know that there should be nothing in human nature to surprise me.  But I had been surprised.  The almost confessional revelations by Carol had not only been unexpected, they opened up a whole new world of future possibilities.

I decided that the best approach would be to consider Carol and her children as potential victims and take advantage of the situation.    I would start with her and work down.  I needed her to be an active, guilty party from the start.  

I think she was surprised, maybe even disappointed that I didn't try to fuck her that first day.  I could have, in retrospect.  She was ripe.  I didn't, primarily because I wanted her daughter.  Maybe daughters.  Plural.  I would toy with her but I had other interests.  

I summoned her the next day to test my influence.  She was at my front door in less than ten minutes.  She got flustered in the foyer but, after some hesitation, removed her shoes and panties as I had instructed.  I noticed the panties were much flimsier than the ones from the day before.

I was dressed and didn't do anything to change that.  In my family room, I sat and indicated for her to kneel between my legs.  She did.   I pulled her head down onto my lap so her cheek rested on my pubic area.  We sat like that for over and hour while I outlined my plan for her and her family.  I didn't go into detail but she got the general idea that I would become an important feature in their lives.  More than an "uncle" but less than a "daddy".   

Before I dismissed her that afternoon, I gave her instructions to get full frontal nude photos of each of the children.  I didn't care how she did it, they could even be asleep, I just wanted her overt complicity.  If she brought me incriminating material, she was screwed way beyond what I could have done to her by bending her over and taking her sexually.  I would have her mind as well as her body.

I gave her a small digital camera and three days to get the pictures.

She called me the second day to ask when we could meet again.  I put her off a day because of other commitments, and asked her to bring Sean with her the following day.  I could tell even over the phone that she wasn't pleased.  She hadn't expected something like that.   She didn't want her son directly involved so soon.  I wanted her off balance.  I hung up without explaining.

The following day, when I answered the door, she was there.  With her son.  She looked like she had been crying.  He just looked like any other dumb teen aged kid.

I didn't make it easy for Carol.  She was a mess.  I was thrilled.  

We stood in the foyer for what must have seemed forever to the poor woman.   I finally guided Sean into the family room but looked over my shoulder at Carol, the glance was enough.  She hesitated long enough behind us to strip her undies and kick her shoes.   

I sat in my usual chair, letting Carol swing in the wind.  She had no idea where this was all going.  

I opened my knees and waited.  This was the big test.  I told Sean if he wanted a soda, they were in the refrigerator in the kitchen and while he was there to get me a beer.  

As Sean left the room, I simply pointed to the floor in front of me.  Carol crumpled into place.  She was crying already.

"Did you get the pictures?"  I asked.  

She nodded.  "The camera's in my purse."

Sean chose that moment to return with the drinks in hand.  He looked startled when he saw his mother on her knees between mine but I didn't slow down.  Waving him over to get my beer, I told him to hand me Carol's purse from the couch.  

I sort of dismissed him, ignored him really, for the few minutes it took to review the pictures Carol had taken for me.  He couldn't see, of course, and I didn't offer.  Carol knew what was there and I wasn't surprised.  Several pictures of the girls in the bathroom and a few of Sean, obviously asleep with the covers pulled back.  Being a teenager, he was erect in a couple of them.  

"Nice job, Carol."  I said.

She whimpered.  She still didn't know what I had in mind. 

"You stay right there."  I said to her as I stood and turned toward the door to the back yard.  "I want to talk to Sean in private."

He followed me out onto the patio.  We left his mother kneeling on the floor in front of my chair.  

"Sit down."  I commanded once we were outside.  Sean was as compliant as his mother and he didn't even know the score yet.  He was going to get the first couple of bars.  Damn soon.

We were sitting across from each other at the small picnic table at the edge of the flagstone deck.  I wanted something between us for the next phase in case he went crazy.

"You like fucking your sister?"  I asked quietly.

Dead silence for several seconds, followed by a choking sound.  

Before he could even get past the shock, I hit him again.

"I have video of you and Abbey in your little play house.  Naked.  Doing all kinds of terrible things.  You sick little pervert.  How could you do something so horrible?"

If he only knew what I was planning he would have doubled up in laughter.  He didn't have a clue.  It looked like he was going to either puke or pass out.

"I've already told your mother.  She's devastated.  I'm trying to help her through this."

By this time, the kid was whipped.  His head was down on his crossed arms and his body started racking in sobs.  

"You stay right there, you little shit.  Don't move a muscle."

I went back inside and, straddling Carol, sat back down in my chair.  I pulled her head down into my lap.

"Let him sleep with you tonight but just cuddle him and tell him you understand and will try to forgive him.  I'm his worst nightmare right now.   I want you to become his best friend and safe haven."

I stroked the side of her face.  I was hard as a rock and considered using her mouth but resisted.  

"Take him home, he's had a bad day."

I pushed Carol gently away.  "Make sure he sees you take your panties off the door knob on the way out.  Don't explain, just put them on and leave."

I led Carol out the back door to her devastated son.  He was exactly where I left him.  She went to him and held him close.  Under different circumstances, it would have been a tender scene.  Knowing what I had planned for them, it was strangely erotic.  

"Sean."  I got the boy's attention as he stood.  "Be back here at nine tomorrow morning.  I have some things for you to do."  He didn't look up at me but I gave his mother the signal to take him away.  She did.

I figured that with mom totally dominated and son scared to death, the battle was nearly over.  The little girls would be easy if I could get Carol and Sean under control.    The next couple of days would tell the tale and I hadn't done anything illegal.  So far.

When Sean showed up promptly on time the next morning, he didn't know what to expect.  He mowed the lawn.  He swept the garage.  I wasn't real sure how to handle him but his easy submission to anything I told him to do gave me a hint of the route to take.  We didn't talk about what had happened the day before.

About noon, I fed him lunch.  Typical teen aged boy stuff.  Then we had a shower together.  I thought it was time to test him a bit.  He didn't flinch when I told him to strip and I did the same.  I didn't do anything with him, just showered naked.  When we were through with the shower, i gave him one of my wife's old robes that just about fit him and took him into the living room.  

I sat in my usual chair and with a simple gesture, put him on his knees between mine where he had already seen his mother.  

Then we talked.   I showed him a few minutes of the videos I had taken of him and Abbey at play just to make sure he knew I wasn't bluffing.  I gave him a simple choice.  Do what I wanted or I would rat him out to his school, his friends, his family, the world if necessary.

Sex with little boys isn't really my bag but the power was exciting.  I didn't at first intend to do that but as I got more into taking control of him that morning, I quickly changed the plan.  

He was so meek, I felt the rush.  I was just going to show him the videos I had of him with his sister and threaten to call in the police.  Or the school.  Or his friends.  When I realized how malleable he was it was easy.  

"We can be friends if you want to be.  Or we can be enemies.  It's your choice."  I told him.  He only whimpered a bit but didn't pull back when I put my hand on his shoulder and guided him in close to my crotch.  He lay his head down in my lap without being prompted.  I stroked his hair.

"You miss your dad, don't you"  I quietly stated.  I thought I knew where his soft spot might be.  

"I know what you used to do with him" I said.   He flinched but then relaxed.   "You miss that too, don't you Sean?"  I asked quietly.  He didn't speak but after a long pause, nodded his head.

Knowing what I was going to do next had me already nearly erect.  Just a tug of my robe brought my warm flesh to the side of Sean's face.  He knew but didn't look up or pull away.

"Now" was all I said.  The boy sobbed as he turned to my hardening cock.  

Tears trickled down his cheeks the whole time he sucked me off that first time.  They were more tears of gratitude than remorse though, because after that first day with me he was a compliant, complacent partner in anything I did with him.  I did a lot. 

I comforted him for a long time afterwards while he gently suckled my softening member.  He quieted and seemed to nearly go to sleep there on his knees between mine.  I explained to him that we would continue the relationship just this way for as long as I wanted.  I told him to stay away from his sisters in any sexual way or he would pay a terrible price.  I didn't tell him my plans for them.  

I also told him that I intended to start a relationship with his mother, possibly to the point of marrying her.  He didn't seem surprised.

Sean was not going to give me any problems.

I took Carol to dinner that night.  It was like any first date.  Dinner in a nice restaurant, a walk in the park, a kiss at the door.  

Over the next several days, I summoned young Sean to service me on two more occasions.  That first time, I had instructed him on the proper etiquette for his visits.  Similar to what I insisted on for his mother but for the boy I demanded total nudity while in my house.  The longer I played games with him, the more erotic I found him.  I even toyed with the idea of totally feminizing him but had other plans so settled for simply dominating him.  

The second time, Carol, his mother, answered the phone when I called for him.  I asked her if she had any lubricant in the house, like KY or petroleum jelly.  She said she had KY.  I told her to give it to Sean to bring to me.  She knew immediately what I had planned for her son.  I could hear her breath catch as she hung up the phone.

I was brutal the first time I fucked Sean.  It was something that had been growing on me.  The more I mistreated the boy, the more I liked it.  I took him like a little fairy.  On his belly, butt in the air.  I hurt him even with his mother's KY lubricating the way.  As I reached my peak, I bit down on his shoulder so hard the marks lasted weeks.  He screamed into a pillow as I pounded my cock into him, filling his bowels with my seed.  I comforted him after and noticed he had ejaculated onto the sheet in his agony.

I called Carol while Sean slept after the painful rape, and told her to take him to her bed again that night.  She was to tend his wounds, both on his shoulder and in his anus.  If he erected,  she was to masturbate him to completion but neither suck nor fuck him.  She did as instructed and they had their first sexual intimacy that night.  

I slipped in and took several pictures of Carol and Sean sleeping together that night.  I pulled the covers down and found him completely naked and Carol in only a tiny pair of pink panties.  She had spooned up to him in her sleep and held his spent package in her hand.  I noticed a wad of wet tissues on the night stand.  Apparently little Sean was a repeater after cumming on my sheets earlier.

One day the next week, with the kids in school, Carol helped me install cameras in her bedroom and in her daughters' room.  She needed to be fully aware of everything I did from there on so she would be just as implicated as I would be in all we did together.  I was pretty sure Carol was well on her way but every chance I had to drag her deeper, I took.  She even suggested some of the camera hiding  locations so we could get the best possible coverage.

I told Carol to start encouraging the girls to sleep nude.  And for her to do the same as an example.  Family nudity was going to be a big part of their lives for a very long time if I had my way about it.

I proposed to Carol the afternoon we installed the hidden video cameras.  We were laying naked on Abbey's unmade bed where I had just fucked her for the first time.  She was in her period and we made a bloody mess of the girl's sheets.  
  
We set the wedding date for Christmas vacation, two months away, so the kids could go on a short honeymoon with us.  My new fiance left all the planning details for me.  She was so excited about having a man in her life again, she would have agreed to almost anything.

With Carol and Sean well under my control, I turned my attention to the girls.  Naturally, Abby being oldest would get the most and earliest attention.   I carefully explained my vague plans to Carol a week or so after our engagement.  I expected some resistance when I mentioned my thoughts of eventually  impregnating Abby.  And possibly Diedre sometime in the future.  She just looked down at her hands.

"What about me?"  She asked.  

"I want you pregnant when we get married."

She looked at me with a sudden mix of disbelief and utter giddiness.  Like a child on Christmas morning opening a gift that is exactly what they want.  Any misgivings about my plans for her daughters, instantly forgotten.

Carol jumped into my lap and began to cry a river of tears down the side of my neck.  She almost didn't hear the rest of what I had to say.

"Take Sean to your bed again tonight."  

She pulled back in shock.  He eyes still full of tears and her mouth open and wet.

"Keep him out of school the rest of the week.  You will be at your peak in the next few days and I want you to stay full of his cum.  Fuck your son as many times as the little shit can get it up."

"You can't mean...!?"  Carol was dumfounded.

"I do mean."  I said.  "I want you pregnant with Sean's baby as soon as possible."

It took a while for the idea to soak in to Carol's confused mind.  "Why Sean?  Why not you?"

"Simple."  I replied.  "It binds us all together in what we are doing.  If you or Sean ever decide to cause me a moments grief, I just ask for paternity tests on the child and let you two answer the embarrassing questions that will be asked. When I start fucking Abby, I want there to be absolutely no chance of cold feet on anyone's part." 

"Anyway, it shouldn't matter to you.  Didn't you tell me you wanted a baby bad enough to get pregnant with your own son's sperm?"  

Carol couldn't deny my logic.   She took a deep breath and let it out.  With her arms around my neck, she said:  "OK, I'll do it."

"See, baby."  I said, trying to lighten the moment.  "Didn't I promise to start making some of your dreams come true?"  

We sat quietly for awhile, both deep in thought.  I broke the silence with another bit of news for Carol.

"I'm taking Abbey out to dinner tonight.  Have her ready by six.  I'll pick her up."

She tightened up so I gave it a minute to soak in.  "It's OK mom.  Relax.  I just think it's time for her to get better acquainted with her new step-father.  I'll take Deed out tomorrow."

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Over the next several days, I paid a lot of attention to Abby.  Some to Deed but mostly I focused on the first of my sweet little targets.  Abby was fun to be with, even if only as an adult fostering a closer relationship with a barely pubescent young lady.  I flirted with her a bit and she took it in stride.  

Abby had a way about her that most very attractive young girls have.   An aura of self confidence bred probably by being the center of attention wherever she went.  She was teachers pet in the classroom.  She would be on the cheer leader squad in junior high and high school.  She would probably be homecoming queen in high school and college.  Little boys would do silly things to get even her Mona Lisa smile.  Men would line up in hopes of getting any chance to bed her.

The one thing she couldn't know and couldn't control is that I had already captured her world.  Unknown to her, her future was being planned for her and she had no input into the course of events that I was laying out for her.    

Every night I watched her go through her bedtime routine.  I could watch her dress for school.  If she preened alone, I was there with her.  Carol and I had put a camera in the kids' bathroom so I could even watch her shit and piss and brush her teeth if I wanted.  

There was no way for her to know that each night that week, just across the hall, her mother and older brother were rutting like bunnies trying to make her a half sib/half aunt.  Abby and Deed slept peacefully through one of the biggest events to take place in their family so far.  I didn't.  Every night I watched and recorded the mating of Carol and Sean.  

I waited that first night until they were finished and had went to sleep.  I couldn't see much other than a bouncing blanket in the dim light but it was enough to confirm that Sean had certainly lost his virginity and that Carol was now with me all the way.  I slipped into their house and quietly moved to her bedroom and her side of the bed.  Kneeling down, I gently shook Carol awake.

"How was it?"  I whispered.  

She looked at me sleepily in the dim light from the bathroom.  "Wonderful!" She said as she rolled up on her side facing me.

I pushed the covers back from her midsection and ran my hand down her front.

"Raise your leg."  I kissed her as I inserted my middle two fingers into her swampy crotch.  Filled with sperm less than an hour earlier by her son.

"Damn, baby.  He made a helluva mess."   I said, pulling back to look at her as I fucked into her with my fingers.  

"I know.  He came in me twice without stopping."  Her eyes were drooping shut and her breath was starting to come faster.  It wouldn't take much.

"Quite the little stud, huh?  He'll make a good father for your baby."  I was fucking her mind as well as her cum filled cunt and it pushed her over the edge.  She bowed in the middle and moaned into my mouth as she climaxed.

"I just wanted to make sure you would sleep good tonight."  I told her as she pulled into a contented little ball.  "Bring Sean over to my house in the morning after the girls leave for school."  She was asleep before I could raise up off my knees.

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It was nearly ten when Carol and Sean finally showed up at the house.  She was still flushed so I didn't have to ask what had caused the delay.  It was obvious that they had taken the opportunity to get in one more fuck before coming to see me.

I met them in the foyer and after appraising the situation, told Carol she could leave her panties on this time.   I didn't want her to lose any of the precious liquid I was pretty sure she carried.  They both blushed but she kicked her shoes off.  I waited a minute while Sean dithered about what to do.  

"Naked."  Was all I said as I turned away to the living room.

I sat in my usual wingback chair and opened my robe, I had nothing on under it.  I was erect already.   As my two guests entered the room, I simply gestured to the space between my knees and Carol quickly moved forward and sagged to the floor.  Sean held back until I nodded to him, too.  He knelt next to his mother.

"I want nothing between the three of us."  I started.  "No misunderstandings, no secrets, no embarrassment.  Nothing.  Understand?"  They both nodded.  "I know that you fucked last night and probably again this morning..."

"Twice."  Carol interrupted with a shy smile.  Sean looked down.  Fourteen year old boys blush so easily.

"Good, good."  I continued.  "...and I want you both to know you did it because I let you do it.  I arranged it and I want it to continue until I tell you to stop.  Understand?"  Again, they both nodded.

"Since you two are being well taken care of sexually with my help, I think it's only fair that you take care of me together."  Carol quickly glanced up at me then over to Sean.  He was still looking down.  Avoiding my eyes and my hard cock.

"Carol.  Jack me off into your son's mouth."  There was a stunned silence for a moment.  Then Sean looked up at me. 

"Please, no..."  He faltered.  

"It's OK son.  Your mom knows everything.  You'll be sucking my cock a lot in the months and years to come.  You might as well relax and enjoy it.  I said I didn't want there to be any secrets between us."  

Carol reached out for my hard on.  Sean leaned forward.  I didn't last long and it was one the best cums I've ever had.  I nearly drowned the poor kid when I shot down his throat.  It didn't help that his mother was holding his head so he couldn't pull away.

"Don't forget to have little Miss Diedre ready for her dinner date at six."  I told Carol as she was putting on her shoes and Sean was pulling up his shorts.

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Deed was a mystery to me.  I knew I wanted her eventually just because it was possible.  No, inevitable.  How and when to go about it was another thing.  She was still too small physically for intercourse and too immature mentally for other forms of sex play.  It was important for her to be included in some way since I intended to be quite open with my actions with her mother, brother, and older sister.  It would be impossible to hide over the long term.   I decided to groom her up as a helpful attendant.  She could serve us in our little family orgies.  Waitress, clean-up, fetch-it girl.  Then let her join at her own pace.

The first night I took her out to dinner, I tested her willingness to please.  We went to a large mall near where we lived and strolled the shops for awhile before eating in the open central court fast food area.  We stopped at the first lingerie shop we came to and I bought half a dozen flimsy thong panties in Carol's size and another half dozen in Abbey's size.  

Throughout the selection and purchase, I kept up a running commentary with Deed about how sexy the panties were and how hot they would look on her mother and sister.  She didn't quite know what to make of the whole thing but said nothing when I gave her the bag to carry as we left the store.  

After a burgers and fries dinner, we stopped into a sporting good store and,  seemingly by accident, paused at the counter stacked with athletic supporters.   I made a big deal of finding one the right size and opening the end of the box, pulled it out.  Holding it up fully unfolded, I said.  "This ought to fit him, don't you think?"  "Who?" She said.  "Sean."  "What's it for?"  She asked.  Looking around to make sure we wouldn't be overheard, I said:  "To hold his cock and balls snugly when he runs or jumps.  We wouldn't want him to be hurt, now would we?"  "No, I guess not."  She said, sounding somewhat confused.  I gave her that package too, as we left the check out counter.

Just before leaving the mall, we passed the same lingerie shop we had stopped in earlier.

"Would you like some sexy new panties too?"  I asked.  Not wanting to have my dinner date feel left out.  

"Maybe."  She said.  "Do you think mommy will let me wear panties like that?"  

"I'll talk to her.  I think she will, but maybe just at home for now.  When we are all together."  Planting a few vague thoughts in her little mind wouldn't hurt.

I helped her pick out six more mere nothings that we both thought would fit her.   Lingerie for a seven year old is not that common but the store did have some even tinier than she was.  She carried that bag to the car also.

It was only about nine-thirty when we got back to their house after our dinner and shopping trip.  I wanted Abbey to still be up and the lovebirds to be awake and aware. 

Not to worry, everyone was in the family room watching TV when I led Deed in lugging our packages.  She was going to make a fine little helper.

I caught Carol's attention and nodded toward the kitchen.  As I pulled a cold one out of the fridge, I told her we were going to have a fashion show and I wanted her to lead the way.   I didn't explain and she just shrugged.

Returning to the family room, I asked Deed to pass out the gifts we had purchased at the mall.  At first she was a bit befuddled but I told her to just give Sean his bag, keep her bag and let mom sort out the rest.  When Carol looked in the bag, she caught on pretty quickly.  

"Come on girls, let's go in my room for a minute."  A very relieved little seven year old was glad to get out of sight at that minute.  

With just Sean and me left in the family room, I turned to my soon to be step-son and grinned.  Kind of a man to man moment.  "How's it going sport?"  I asked.  "Getting any pussy lately?"  If my guess was right, I figured he was just about fucked to  frazzle at about that point.

Sean just smiled and looked down into the small bag his baby sister had just handed him.  

"Yeah, I know.  You already have one.  It's more for show than anything.  I thought it was time to start letting the girls know how we stand.  After they come out, go to your room, strip and come back with just the jock strap on.  I'll take it from there."

We heard a lot of whispering in the hall and I'm sure I heard Abbey whine.  Then Carol speak firmly.  Then, "Ta Da..." and Carol stepped into the room, turned and sweeping her arms, was followed by first little Diedre and a couple steps behind her, Abbey.  All three clad in only the tiniest scrap of sheer panty that only hid the least of each of their lower triangles.   

Each had chosen a different color but the styles of each garment was about the same.  Thong.  As Carol had turned to usher in her daughters, her beautiful bare ass cheeks were exposed.  Only a string up her crack held the sheer front into her crotch.  The string around her waist was the same gossamer strand.  Carol was strutting proud, Abbey was a bit hesitant and shuffling, Deed was just an innocent, slightly uncomfortable in her near nudity.  

I broke into applause, and let off with a leering wolf whistle.  Sean got into the spirit and followed suit.  When the girls saw their mom give us a deep bow, they joined in the fun too.  The ice was broken.

I nodded my head toward the hallway and Sean grabbed his gift bag and disappeared.  I pulled Carol into a warm embrace and gave her a deep kiss in front of her daughters.  

"You women are really hot!"  I exclaimed turning her loose.  "I'm going to love being in this family."  Abbey blushed and Deed looked down at her feet.

I was just about to say something to Carol about the hickey on her neck when I saw Sean return to the family room.  My guess at his size had been pretty damn close.  The little stretch cup just barely contained his package.  

"Wow!  What is that?"  Abbey blurted out.

"It's a jock strap, dummy."  Replied her brother.

"What's it for?"  She asked.

"Tell her Deed."  I broke in.

The seven year old looked at me then glanced at her mom.  Carol nodded.  "It's to hold his cock and balls."  She proudly told her sis.  

"Yes it is."  Carol said, stepping forward.  Pulling the front out slightly, she slid her small hand down inside cupping her son's genitals.  "His cock and balls are very important to us."

"OK, girls.  Bed time.  Tomorrow's school and it's late.  Scoot!"  I said, hustling the panty clad cuties out of the room before poor Sean wasted a load in his mother's hand instead of putting it where she needed it the most.  

I thanked Deed again for our date and told them both how pretty they were as I watched them close their bedroom door.  When I got back to the family room, Carol was on her knees with Sean's cock in her mouth.

"Break it up, you two."  I said, laughing.  "Take it to the bedroom before the girls figure out what's going on."

Carol pulled back, looking up at me but still stroking Sean's hard-on.  "Look what followed me home.  Can I keep it?  Huh?  Can I keep it?"  

"Go to bed."  I instructed as I turned to let myself out.

I flipped on the monitor of the camera in the girls room when I got home and saw the lights were out in their room.  Carol's room, however, was still lighted.   She was riding on top of her son.  It didn't last long when Sean lurched up into his mother and came for what I figured was probably the fifth or sixth time in the past twenty-four hours.  I was starting to envy that kid.

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My late wife and I bought this old house a couple of years after we got married.  We wanted a large family so way overbought.  It had been empty a couple of years and the real estate company wanted to dump what I'm sure they thought of as a white elephant.  We got a good deal.  A second mortgage funded another two years of contractors coming and going,  and then we had a pretty nice nest to start a family.  

An ectopic pregnancy and, soon after, an ovarian cyst dashed the children part of our dream.  The doctors told us another pregnancy could kill her so  we had her remaining fallopian tube tied.  We adapted to the change in our life plan and moved on with our lives.  We both had good jobs and great futures.  We considered adopting but just never got around to it.   

Then, three years after the tubal ligation, the 'cyst' turned out to have been a malignant tumor.   By the time the misdiagnosis was discovered, the cancer had spread to other organs.  Two years later, I was a forty-one year old widower with a huge house and a broken heart.  

I had put the house up for sale not long before I discovered the opportunity with Carol and her children over the back fence.  But it was a hard sell.  I could see why we had got it so cheap.  Too big and with an odd layout.  With the prospect of marrying Carol and starting what could be two or three families with her and her daughters, I thought it might be ideal for what I had in mind.  I took the house off the market. 

The Sunday after Carol's first breeding period, just before Thanksgiving, I brought her and the kids over for dinner.  I let Carol and Sean skip the house rules again, just for that one day.  The girls had never been in my house so had no idea how I treated their mother and older brother.   I planned to impose a similar dress code on them also. 

Carol and Sean had been in most of the downstairs part of the house but that day I took them all on a full tour.  The closed off upstairs has four bedrooms and two baths, divided by a long hall down the center.  Each pair of bedrooms has a connecting bath accessible thru adjoining doors.   The whole floor had been remodeled but never used.  Except for a few cardboard boxes, every room was empty.  

At the end of the upstairs hall, a door opens into a large sunroom with a marble  floor and a wet bar.  Three of the walls, and most of the ceiling, are glass structured on  an aluminum framework.  The only furniture in that room was two lounge chairs, a small table, and three large clay pots that I grew my annual crop of recreational herbs in.  Those plants had already been harvested and carefully stashed away in sealed plastic bags for the long winter nights.  As I led my prospective new family into that room, the thought quickly crossed my mind whether Carol would join me in a smoke now and then?   And what about the kids?   I'd have to explore that issue soon.

I ended the tour in the cavernous, unfinished basement.  One corner holds the laundry equipment and a tiled folding table.  One corner has the furnace and water heater.  My weight bench looks lonely in the middle under one of the two florescent light fixtures.  The rest is just one big concrete slab.

I pulled Carol to my side and put my hand around her waist.  Looking at the kids, I said:  "Well, what do you think?  Would you like to live here?"  

"Can I have my own room?"  Squealed both girls in unison.  

"Of course you can."  I replied.  "Go pick one out."  

As they made a dash for the stairs, Carol called after them that they had to share a bath and there would be no fighting.  A subdued Sean looked left out and lost.  

"You get your own room too, sport."  I said.  "But I expect you to sleep with your mother and me most of the time.  Let's just keep that part a secret from the girls for now.  OK?"

The boy brightened up with that news.   I sent him up to pick out one of the two rooms across the hall from the bedrooms his sisters picked out.  It didn't matter but I told him the one closest to the stairs might be easier to slip into and out of.

With just Carol and I in the basement, we had the first alone time together since she had started fucking her son.    I asked her if she felt like our efforts had been successful.  

"My period is due next Friday.  I'm never late.  We should know in a week.  If I miss this period, I'll make an appointment with my doctor.  If not..."  She left the thought hanging but I knew she was thinking about another intense breeding flurry with Sean at her peak fertility during her next monthly cycle.  

"I need a break."  She said, looking at me with a smile.  "That boy has just about fucked me raw.  He's after me all the time now."  I couldn't tell if she was bragging or complaining.  

"I want him to stay with me this week."  I said.  "We can start getting ready for the big move and maybe get some of your stuff moved over here.  He can leave for school from here just as easy.  Same bus, different stop."   I had some plans of my own for young Sean.

"And while you have some quality time with the girls for a change, explain to them some of our house rules.  The no shoes/no panty rule will immediately apply to them, too.  I will sometimes ease the nudity rule for Sean until after the wedding but then I expect all of us to be naked any time we don't have guests."  

"The girls aren't going to like that."  She said.  "Especially Abbey."  

"Yeah, well they'll just have to get used to it.  And while we're talking about Abbey, do you have a vibrator?"  

"Sure.  A couple of them.  Why?"

"Take little Abbey to bed with you tonight.  Show her how much fun a vibrator can be.  Buzz her little pussy to heaven a few times.  Then have her do the same thing to you.  By the end of the week, I expect she will be a lot less modest."

"Oh, God.  I don't know.  I haven't done anything with another girl since I was her age.  Just little girl experiments back then.  Spin the bottle, kissing and stuff..." 

"You'll do fine.  Don't push it.  Just make her feel good.  Open the door to other stuff.  I think you'll be surprised how sexual she is already.  Look how well it has worked out with Sean." 

"Are you sure!?"  Carol wasn't convinced at all.  

"No, I'm not sure.  But we'll know for sure in a few days.  Do it."

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After dinner, Carol took the kids home while I cleaned up the kitchen like a good host.  I expected it wouldn't be long until she and the girls had my  kitchen as their own.  That would be another real upside to getting a new family.  It had been lonely the past few years, I looked forward to the company at meal times.

Sean was back a little later with his backpack and school clothes.  I had him dump everything in my room until we could get him moved into his new room.  

"Back to the rules, young man.  Strip."  I ordered from my wingback.  "Leave your clothes in the bedroom and come out here.  I have something for you."  

A couple minutes later, my soon to be step-son reentered the living room sporting a nice erection.  I was glad to see he had started to find our relationship that erotic.  Somewhat surprised with myself, I did too.  Just the sight of the naked boy excited me.

I spread my knees and opened my robe.  Sean didn't need any further direction.  He knelt and took my rapidly erecting cock in his hand.  

"Take your time.  We're in no hurry tonight.  Kiss my cock, son.  That's it, get used to it.  Love it.  Lick the head.  Good.  Now down the shaft.  Good boy.  Now suck one of my balls into your mouth and hold it."

Sean nuzzled right into my hairy crotch.  I knew I probably smelled a bit funky because I hadn't showered yet.  I wanted him to get the full impact.  

"Your mom has told me that you ran a little wild last year.  Out in the streets at night.  No, keep doing what you're doing.  Just look at me."

Sean was getting into his task.  His eyes were heavy lidded when he looked up at me.  His nostrils were flared out wide to get the air he needed in his heated state.

"Now the other one.  That's it.  Feels good."  His mouth was throbbing on my nuts.

"While you were out, did you ever try any dope?"  I asked.  "Marijuana, weed?"

His eyes opened a little wider but he only hesitated a moment before nodding.  

I was fishing in my robe pocket for my little pipe.  From the other pocket, a lighter.

"Yeah, I thought you probably had."  I said as I lit the pre-packed bowl and took a deep hit.  Holding the smoke, I extended the pipe to Sean.  

"Sweet!"  Was all he said as he turn loose of my balls and took the warm glass instrument from my hand.  His first toke was more than he expected.  He choked a little but then took another.  I grow some pretty good stuff up in that sunroom.

"Good shit."  Sean said as he handed me back the pipe and took my cock back into his mouth.  He was already drifting. 

I took the back of his head in one hand and pulled him slowly and deeply for a couple of strokes while I had another hit.   I pulled back from him and he released my wet erection.  

Handing him the pipe again, I said:  "Deep, deep.  That's it.  Another.  OK, that's enough for now.  We don't want you to pass out and miss all the fun."

He giggled like a little fourth grade girl.  I pulled him into my arms and found his mouth with mine.  He didn't resist my tongue.  The moan from his chest sounded far away.  I was really getting into this kid and it seemed he was into me, too.

Breaking our first kiss, I turned Sean slightly and, catching his legs between mine, bent him over my thigh.  Trapping his bone hard boner between my leg and his lower abdomen.   "Relax, baby.  I think you're gonna like this part."  I said.

Opening the tube of KY from my robe pocket, I squeezed a large dollop of the cool lubricant into the boy's ass crack.  Then, with one hand spreading those cheeks, I pressed the other middle finger smoothly into his puckered rectum.   I pushed in as deep as I could go and, turning my hand palm down, found his spongy little prostate gland.  It had certainly been getting a work out lately with all the sex he'd been having with his mother and was larger than I expected it to be for only fourteen years old. 

Sean groaned when I pressed down and I could feel the slick pre cum being pushed out on my leg.

"You like that, huh?"  I said as I began to slowly finger fuck the teenager.  On each in stroke, I pressed down hard on the rigid little walnut behind his pubic bone.  His hips picked up the rhythm and pushed back at me eagerly.   I could feel his cock rubbing my leg and stopped just before I thought he was going to cum.  

"Oooh, no.  Don't stop.  Please."  He was begging at that point.  "Just a little more."  He said as I pulled my greasy finger completely out of him.  

"Slow down, son.  Relax.  We have plenty of time.  Just relax.  There's more."  I soothed him with words and as I wiped my finger with  a tissue before digging back into the pocket of my robe.  

"Reach back and hold your ass open for me, Sean."  I said as I stroked his back, calming him for what was next.

Butt plugs come in a lot of sizes.  This wasn't the biggest one in the toy drawer but it was still going to be a stretch for the kid.  He was pretty relaxed from the weed and the finger fucking I had given him, so he probably thought I had pushed my finger back into him until I had it over half way up to the widest part.  I forced him down with one hand on the back of his neck as I plunged the last widest bit up into him before the plug narrowed down and was held snugly in place by his sphincter.  

Sean had let out a blood curdling scream with the pain of the plug insertion but quieted down as the pain resided.   I stroked his back with my free hand and gently moved the toy now imbedded in his ass, back and forth to let him get the feel of it.

"It's called a 'butt plug'."  I said.  "It's to open you up for what I'm going to do to you later."

"Now.  Back on your knees." I said, slapping him hard on the butt.  "My cock is starting to feel neglected."

For the next half hour or so, I moved Sean from sucking my cock to sucking my tongue.   I broke it up with other games when I felt too close to shooting my load.  I even jacked his cock a few times while playing with his inserted toy.  He was running pre-cum like a busted faucet.  It was the first cock besides mine I had ever felt and I kind of liked it.   I was starting to see some of the attraction to gay sex.

I lit the pipe again for a little boost.  We both took two or three hits and were back in a very mellow mood in seconds.  I sent the boy for a couple of beers to cut the cotton mouth.  I figured if I was giving him weed, a couple of beers wouldn't hurt.

He came back with the beer and a bag of cookies and two candy bars.  Munchy time.  

"That thing feels funny in me when I walk."  He said.  "Feels like I need to go to the bathroom."

"You'll get used to it.  Just push in on it and the sensation of needing to shit will go away."  My late wife and I had played a lot of anal games together so I was no stranger to butt plugs.  The one in my horny little buddy had been in my ass dozens of times.  "That one is yours now.  Keep it in your room and put it in anytime you want, just use plenty of lube.   You might even like to sleep with it up your butt sometimes.  I know I do."

We cuddled and necked for a few minutes and I remembered my orders to Carol about starting something with Abbey.   Picking up the pipe and recapping the KY, I pushed my little lover to his feet.

"Let's go check on the girls."  I said, heading for the hall leading to my bedroom and the small room connected to it thru a door inside the master bathroom.  Really a second walk in closet/dressing rooom that I had converted into somewhat of a home intel center.  If Sean was going to live here, he'd find it sooner or later anyway.

Sean was obviously confused but I noticed he still was being led along by that cute dripping hard-on.  Even if one hand was behind him, taking the weight off the latex intruder up his rectum.  I told him to bring the stool from the dressing table in the bedroom while I woke up the sleeping system.  The large computer screen blossomed to life and with only a quick click, we were hooked to the server that was managing the input from his mom's house and the cameras in the back yard.   Before he could even grasp the situation, I selected his sisters' bedroom.  There, in full color, was Abbey and Deed getting ready for bed.  

"Your mom also told me you like to surf the internet."  I said as we both sat down in front of the monitor.  "Bet you've never been to this site."  

The kid was speechless as I zoomed in on his oldest sisters panty clad crotch as she bent over to pick up her shorts from the floor.  Then I zoomed back and trained over and zoomed in again.  This time on Deed's flat chest as she started to pull an oversized T-shirt over her head.  

"Holy shit!"  Sean exclaimed.  "You can see right into their bedroom!  Sweet!!!"

Abbey disappeared out the door so I focused in on little Deed's bare butt cheeks marred only by the tiny string of one of her new thong panties.  Cute.  I was looking forward to exploring that in the flesh someday.

I hit a function key and the scene instantly shifted to the bathroom where my soon-to-be eldest daughter had just dropped her panties to her ankles and sat down on the toilet.  We couldn't see anything but the view was erotic in it's own right.  I regretted that there wasn't any sound with my quickly assembled surveillance system.  Her tinkling piss would have been nice to hear.  I planned to correct that oversight when I installed a similar system in the bedrooms and bathrooms above us.  

"She's hot! I can see why you wanted to fuck her so bad."  I said as I reached over to give his leaking cock a stroke or two.  "Maybe someday, but not until I tell you it's OK.  Understand!?"  

"Yeah, OK."  He said absently as he watched Abbey stand and throw the panty into the hamper and turn, completely naked,  to the vanity to brush her teeth.

"If I ever even think you get this thing close to her pussy without my OK, I'll cut it off."  I said, giving his dick a squeeze for emphasis.  "Same goes for Deed."

"What about mom?"  He asked.  I pulled his near hand to my lap so he could give my cock a bit of needed attention.  

"You can fuck your mother anytime you want as long as she's willing.  You be good to her and I think you'll have a steady piece of ass there.  I know she likes it."  

"Speaking of your mom..."  I hit another function key and the scene again shifted.  Carol was already laying on her bed reading a magazine.  She was wearing a little satin chemise that only came down to her lower tummy.    The way she was laying,  we couldn't tell if she was naked from the waist down.

I noticed a small white vibrator and a larger silver one carefully placed on her night stand.  Training aids for later if she followed my directions like I thought she probably would.  

I double clicked on an icon on the desktop and when a dialogue box opened, I clicked on "Save As" and put the monitor to sleep.

"Come on Sport.  Looks like everyone is going to bed.  Let's do the same.  You have school tomorrow."  I wasn't sure how Carol's quality time with Abbey would go so I didn't want Sean to see it unfold in real time.  The view into Carol's room would be saved for later.

We stopped in the bathroom and I had Sean squat over the toilet while I gently pulled his new plug out.  I thought about giving him a quick enema but decided to save that refinement for another day when we could take our time and get the most out of it erotically.  I gave him a couple of deep strokes with my middle two fingers but stopped when his knees sagged.   I didn't want him to cum all over the bathroom floor.  His previously tight little pucker was soft as warm butter.  Time for bed.

I tucked him in and refilled the little pipe.  

"Do you have a camera in my room, too?"  Sean hesitantly asked.  

I took a deep hit and passed the pipe to the boy.

"Nah."  I said.  "Who'd want to watch a pimply faced teenager jerk off?" 

That got a giggle out of him at just the wrong time.  He choked on the lung full of drugged smoke. 

I didn't say anything about the hours of video I had of him pleasuring himself in his little hide-away in the back yard over my back fence.  I also neglected to tell him about his mother's peep hole.  If she wanted him to know about that, she could tell him.  I also didn't tell him that I planned to put a camera in his new room upstairs.  Mostly to keep an eye on his interaction with his sisters.  "Trust but verify" someone once said.

With a good buzz on and just the dim light from the bathroom, I pulled Sean into my arms.   We had both been on edge for over three hours.  My cock felt heavy and my balls felt swollen.  I wanted the kid and I think he knew what was in store.  He was pliant as I spread his legs and rolled on top of him in the missionary position.   

Putting an arm under the backs of Sean's knees, I folded him in two and found his hole with the head of my cock.  "Come to daddy."  I said as I deep kissed him and easily slid to the hilt in his warm, pulpy ass.   He whimpered in ecstasy as his hot cum pumped onto his neck and chest between us.  Mine followed a couple of strokes later, eight inches up into his young colon.  

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Through the following week, while the kids were in school, Carol and I started packing up her stuff to move over to my house.  To make it easier, I knocked off a few fence boards and made a temporary path from their back yard to mine.  Some boxes we could carry around by car but most of the lighter things we could just schlep through the short-cut.

We took time out that Monday morning, though, to review the video I saved of her having her first sex lesson with her oldest daughter.  It was very disappointing, and without the sound, I would have been angry.  Carol explained that Abbey had gotten flustered and was close to tears at the beginning.  Carol wound up demonstrating on herself, over her panties, and Abbey calmed down enough to try the smaller vibrator.  Rather than push the issue, she had cut the lesson short and sent Abbey to bed with that toy.  

We talked over some possibilities, and on Tuesday it went much better.   After shedding their panties, Carol had even played with Abbey's tender young nipples just before the eleven year old reached her first peak.  Then she had her daughter return the gesture while she stroked herself to an orgasm with the larger vibe.  

The scene between mother and daughter was sweet and very erotic.  Carol and I got horned up watching that one and nearly fucked.  I stopped at the last minute, though, not wanting to risk one of my little tadpoles being responsible for her hopefully impending pregnancy.  There would be plenty of time after it was confirmed.  We sixty-nined ourselves to explosive climaxes as a suitable substitute.

I kept Sean with me every night that week.  We got drunk and had sex.  We got stoned and had sex.  We got stoned and drunk and had sex.  I jerked off on his face and then jerked him off on his face too.  He was a mess.   

I showed him the finer points of enemas and water sports.   I pissed up his ass and into his mouth.  I tied him up and fucked him with nipple clips tightened so tight they left bruises.  He came so hard, he passed out.

Just your typical father/son bonding experience.  I wanted our relationship to be open and honest, warm and loving.  I even sucked his cock a little bit a couple of times.  It never would replace pussy, but fair is fair.  

By the end of the week, with my daily encouragement and direction, Carol was finger fucking Abbey two or three times in their nightly lessons.   I wanted her to keep Abbey in her bed all the time but Carol was afraid Deed would start to get suspicious if her sister was missing every night.  Things were progressing nicely, so I decided not to push it.  

It rained all that weekend so moving took a backseat.  Instead, I left Carol and her kids to continue packing up  on Saturday and went back to my computer store for the latest in tiny cameras and connecting equipment.  Modern science is wonderful.  I splurged on half a dozen high end systems along with all the peripherals, including a new wireless router and server.  

On the way home, I picked up enough Chinese for a small army.  When I called Carol, Abbey answered.  I told her to tell her mom to load up the tribe and meet me at my place for supper.  Dress code was house dresses for the girls and sweats for the boys.  I wanted to test the no panty/no shoes rule.

I was only home a half hour or so when Carol pulled up with the two girls.  I answered the door and told my fiance that she could have a couple minutes with the girls in the foyer and returned to the kitchen.  They soon joined me and I was pleased to see that all three were barefoot.  I didn't even check, I knew there were three pairs of panties hanging on my door knob now.

"Good."   I said.  "I see that went well."  Carol just rolled her eyes.  

"Girls."  I said, to get their undivided attention.  "There's a little something in your rooms that you might be able to use."  The dash for the stairs was awesome and the girlish shrieks a minute later was earsplitting.

"Come on." I grabbed Carol's hand to follow her daughters.  

Deed's room was the first at the head of the stairs on that side.  The seven year old was on her knees, in the middle of the room, trying to open the box holding a  new laptop computer.   I was behind Carol and took the opportunity to tuck my hand under her dress and up between her legs.  She straddled wider to give me access from behind and I plundered her wet pussy with two fingers as we watched her daughter struggle with the difficult packaging.

I didn't see Abbey come into the hall from her room until it was too late to hide what I was doing to her mother.  She didn't miss a thing but was so excited she just about bowled me over with a flying leap that caught me around the neck.  Without meaning to, I grabbed for her and my hand caught her high on the inside of one bare thigh.  My fingers only a fraction from her bare pre-teen pussy.

Too soon.  I wasn't ready yet to go there.  I pulled her up, patted her on her delicious ass, and turned to the task of getting the girls' new hardware up and on line.  

I was surprised how knowledgeable both of them were.  My old router was in service and within minutes, both the girls were on line with their mom's internet provider.   We'd shift to my new server and provider when I had time to get everything set up.  
 
I dragged Carol back downstairs about the time Sean came in through the door to the patio.  He had lagged behind at home to check in with a couple of his on-line buddies and then brought over a large box of treasures from his room.  He was wet from the rain and didn't mind at all when I told him to peel down in the kitchen.  

Carol was stunned, to say the least, when I took her son in my arms and gave him a kiss.  Tongue and all.  I turned him so she could see his butt as I ran my finger down his crack and pressed into his little star.  Looking over his shoulder, I winked.  She smiled and again rolled her eyes.  It seemed that was going to be an important part of our communication.

"Go get some dry clothes on."  I admonished.  "Your sisters are upstairs."  Having lived with me for the past week, he had several changes in my room and headed off in that direction.  

"I see you two are getting along pretty good."  Carol said as she started laying out the service on the kitchen table to feed the family.  "Is there anything I should know?"

"Well, you know how it is!?"  I responded, dead pan.  "I may decide to drop you and marry him.  He's a helluva good fuck."  She threw a serving fork at me.

Dinner was a buffet thing and the girls quickly disappeared back upstairs.  I told them we would get desks and chairs soon but they could not have cared less.  I later learned that they would probably have preferred the floor for their on-line time anyway.  

Sean wanted to go back to play on-line with his friends so Carol and I had some quality time.  She thanked me profusely for the girls' new computers.  I told her I thought it was only fair since Sean had his own, she had her own and I had several.  I went on to say that I thought Abbey and Deed should have the same unrestricted internet access that the rest of us had.  Carol thought that would probably be alright for Abbey but might be too much for the seven year old.  We agreed to let it go for now and check in on their on-line habits frequently. 

Carol told me that she was wrong about the girls balking at the no-panty rule.  It was Deed that resisted, but only mildly.  Abbey had just shrugged her shoulders and dropped them.  

"I told you I thought she would get less modest if we opened up to her sexually.   It seems to have worked.  I almost had a feel of her bare pussy upstairs earlier and she didn't bat an eye."  I said.  "By the way.  Nice job with her last night.  I watched the video this morning after I sent Sean home.  Very hot."

"You like that, huh?!  You really are a pervert, you know."  Carol said, elbowing me in the ribs.  "Oh, and you might be disappointed to know, she doesn't have a hymen.  I was able to get two fingers all the way up into her.  I don't know if Sean got her cherry of if she broke it herself.  Or if she ever even had one.  I don't think I ever did." 

"That's OK."  I replied.  "Just makes it that much easier when it's my turn with her."  Carol rolled her eyes again.

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Carol didn't get her period that weekend.   By the following Friday, a week overdue, she picked up an early pregnancy kit.  After the kids went to bed, we tested her urine.  Sure enough, the little blue plus signs confirmed that one of her son's sperms had done its job.   We were confident enough that the test was accurate that I stayed with her that night and we fucked.  Twice.  

The next week, Carol got an appointment with her OB/GYN and got further confirmation that she was about a month pregnant.  While the girls were surfing that night, we sat Sean down and told him the good news.  An 'unintended' pregnancy had never even occurred to him.  Although Carol and I had made certain the child was his, we muddied the water for him by telling him that it might also be mine because we had had sex also.  Not exactly a lie, just a small stretch of the truth.

We decided to not tell the girls about the baby until after the wedding, which was coming up fast.  The day for the formal move for Carol and her brood was set for the 15th of December, with the wedding for the 21st.  That was the last day of school before Christmas vacation for the kids.  That afternoon, we all got dressed in our very best and paid a visit to the Justice of the Peace.  

Abbey served as Maid of Honor, Deed was her mother's Bride's Maid.  Sean stood up for me as my Best Man, which Carol and I thought appropriate under the circumstances.  Carol was gorgeous in her off-white, knee length satin gown.   She actually glowed.  

Carol had arranged for me to pick Sean up from school at noon that day so we could have our first threesome before the girls got home.  When I married her, Carol had two loads of fresh cum pooled in her vagina held in by the plastic wrap lining her panties.  I wanted us to start our married life off right.  

Although ours wasn't a match made in heaven, we had more going for us to start with than most couples.  I had no doubt we would be a happy family.

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We spent the wedding night in a hotel next to the airport to be able to catch our flight early the next morning.   I had sprung for a ten day honeymoon in the Virgin Islands for the five of us.  

Carol and I had an intimate dinner in the hotel restaurant while the kids had room service.  Later, we put them in the adjoining room and consummated our union.   It was sweet and romantic, and sexy as all get out.  She wore her white garter belt, stockings, and heels to bed.   She smelled of sex, having carried our semen all afternoon.  It only added to her allure.  We made gentle love.  Man and wife.

"Stay right there, sweetheart."  I said to my new bride after soaking my cock in her flooded pussy for a few minutes after adding another load.  I put on a hotel robe and cracked the door to the kids room.  Sean was in pajamas sitting up against the headboard of the nearest bed, using the laptop I loaned him for the trip.  The two girls were engrossed in some program on the TV.   I caught my new step-son's attention and beckoned him to join us.

"Time to learn something new, young man."  I told him as we approached the bed with his mother sprawled out in the afterglow of our first marriage fuck.    Carol had shaved her pubic hair completely as a symbolic gesture.  Now she lay there, legs open, with a fresh load of my semen starting to ooze toward her ass crack.

"You've heard of eating pussy, I'm sure."  I said.  "Now's your time.  Get in there, son, and make your mother proud."  Carol just rolled her eyes at me but held out her arms to her son.

Sean was a bit tentative at first, but when he got the familiar taste of my fresh cum, he started getting right into it.  I got the KY jelly from the bathroom and, sitting down next to Carol's hip, squeezed out a generous amount into the boy's ass crack.  He flinched at the feeling of the cool lube but spread his legs for me when I pressed two fingers to his little button.

As Sean licked and sucked his mother's pussy, I gently began to finger fuck his still tight little ass.  I had gotten very fond of our times together and planned for it to continue even after the wedding.  I turned my hand so I could check his prostate and found it already a firm little sponge.  When he pushed his hips back to get more of the feeling, I reached under him with my other hand to find him hard and dripping.   Not wanting him to cum yet, I just held his cock and balls snuggled in my hand.  

It wasn't long, with the idea and feeling of her son giving her oral sex for the first time, that Carol went over the top.  Grabbing Sean by the sides of the head, she bowed up in the middle, gave a long groan and climaxed into his face.  

"She needs a cock now."  I said, pulling my fingers out of Sean's ass.  "Fuck her for me."  He didn't need a second invitation.   In an instant, he was up and in her.

I stood up to watch their coupling.  Wiping my fingers on a tissue, I realized I was very turned on by the sight.   Seeing a mother and son having uninhibited sex was erotic as hell.  I had seen it several times with Carol and Sean on video, and only that afternoon in person, but it was still hot as a firecracker.  I was hard again only twenty minutes after our bridal fuck.  

I let them enjoy themselves for a few minutes then couldn't hold back any longer.  I knee walked up from the foot of the bed to between their legs.  Pushing his thighs wide, I placed the head of my rigid cock at his opening and pressed in slowly.  He tensed and then relaxed, holding still in his mother.  Carol's eyes snapped open when she felt the added weight to see my face looming over her son's shoulder.  

Carol smiled and reached up to hold my upper arms.  "This is nice.  I could get used to this."  She said dreamily as I started fuck thrusts into Sean's ass.  That motion in turn, caused him to thrust into my new wife.   I bent down to her for a kiss thinking I could get used to it too.

After only a couple more minutes, Sean lost it.  Pulsing his boy cum deep into Carol then going limp between us.  Having recently shot my load, I lasted another five minutes or so before blasting what I had left into my new step-son's ass.

It took a minute to get us untangled.  Six arms and six legs all going in different directions.  Finally Sean squeezed out from the middle and rolled to one side.  I looked down and Carol was once again splayed open with fresh cum trickling out of her chaffed cunt lips.  

Placing my hand on her tummy, I looked over at Sean.  "You take care of her from here up.  I get the bottom part this time."  I said, leaning in to taste my son's semen for the first time.  Our teamwork did the trick, Carol slept very good that night.  

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The flight to Miami and on to Charlotte Amalie was uneventful.  I had booked a two bedroom suite on the top floor of the Sheraton overlooking the bay.   It was beautiful.  Everything a honeymoon should be.  

The plan was to make day trips to explore the island.  The agent had even convinced me to lay out the extra for a day trip by sea plane to Saint John and a rental car to tour the National Park there.  That side trip was scheduled the sixth day of our stay.   Coincidentally that was also Abbey's twelfth birthday. 

The third night I decided I had waited long enough.  My patience with waiting for sweet Abbey was at an end.  I had lusted after her for over six months and if I expected to keep my sanity, I had to do something. 

I had been watching that cute little tush twitch around in the sorry excuse for a bathing suit that her mother had brought along for her.  It wasn't a thong or anything but the material was so flimsy that, even bright aqua blue, it was nearly invisible.   At night we had continued the shoeless/pantyless regime even in the hotel.  It fit right in in that environment.  Pool.  Cabana.  Beach.  Nearly naked females were a common sight.  No one raised an eyebrow at a couple of little pre-teen girls in sundresses.  If they got a flash of a bare ass, no big deal.

Abbey had accepted my frequent gropes of her naked butt cheeks up under her dress without much more than a sly smile.    The night I made the move, Carol and I had had a long make-out session after retiring.  When I thought it was fairly certain that the kids were sleeping in their room, I had her go in and gently awaken Abbey.      

Carol led her semi-comotose oldest daughter to our bed and crowded her in as I held up the sheet.  Abbey just rolled up on her side away from me and tried to go back to sleep.  I wasn't having any of that and pulled her oversized t-shirt up to the middle of her back and cupped both of her ass cheeks in my hands.   That did wake her up a bit.  Enough that she looked back at me with hooded eyes.

"Honey."  Carol said.  "You know how you and I like to play together?  Well, daddy wants to join us.  Is that alright?"

The little girl, soon to be twelve years old, only looked down timidly and shrugged her shoulders.  She wasn't frightened but wasn't at all certain either that this was the thing to do.

"Abbey.  Sweetheart."  I said.  "I love you very much and think you are a very attractive young lady.  I would like very much if you could be a part of what your mother and I have together."  I paused a moment.  "Understand?"

As Abbey turned to acknowledge me, I put my arm around her shoulders and beyond to her mother's  neck.  Pulling Carol closer caused Abbey to be on her back and Carol up on her side facing me.  

"I think so."  She said.  Still unsure.  This was going the direction I wanted.

With Abbey sandwiched between her mother and me, flat on her back, I caught Carol's eye and nodded toward our midsections.  She got the hint.  I moved my free hand down the little girl's lower body and encountered Carol's lower arm, then wrist, and finally the back of her hand.  Just where I hoped it would be.  

I gave my wife's hand a firm push into her daughter's crotch and moved on down the inside of Abbey's lower thigh.  There was absolutely no resistance when I pulled that leg up over my hip.  At that moment, I realized that sweet little Abbey probably knew exactly where this was going.  

I thought about it later and it all made sense.  This little darling had been sexually active to some degree with her brother for nearly a year already.  And Carol had been playing with her pretty intensely for almost two months.  Abbey, at just short of twelve, was perfectly aware of her effect on those around her.  My little step-daughter was almost certainly a compliant partner in her own seduction. 

I stroked back up Abbey's inner thigh and pushed her other leg up over Carol's hip.  That left the little girl on her back, legs splayed, with me and her mother free to do with her as we pleased.  And we did.  

My erection was nothing short of monumental at that point.  Heavy like a log between us.  With Abbey's little pussy  wide open and Carol's fingers busy there, I pressed my hard on up into the mix.   My wife felt the urgency and made way for the intruder.  Well, sort of.  She took matters into her own hands, so to speak.  

I felt the silken touch of a very wet cleft about the same time Abbey moaned in her heat.  Carol stroked my cock up and down her daughters cunt lips, spreading our seeping wetness over the exposed surfaces.  

"Easy babe."  I whispered.  "I don't think I can take much more."  I didn't want to squirt my cum all over the little virgin's crotch without making her a woman.  Carol understood the problem and pushed me down to the gateway into her daughter.  

With just a slight twitch of my hips, the deed was done.  It was like nothing I had ever felt before.  The knowledge and sensation of just that first three or four inches was more than I could take.  I shot so much cum, and so hard, I thought my head might cave in.  I had waited so long, and it was so good that I ended it before it even started.   

I held my hand over Carol's hip, keeping us all pressed together.  Abbey didn't realize what had just happened but Carol did.  When the seizure of orgasm passed, I looked at Carol.  She had an expression that was nearly as satisfied as mine must have been at that moment.  If she didn't cum at the same time I shot off into her daughter, it was awfully close.  

While I relaxed and soaked in the only virgin I had ever knowingly fucked, her mother gently stroked the little girl to orgasm.  The resulting vaginal contraction and hip thrusts expelled my spent, but very satisfied, member.  

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The next morning Carol found me, with coffee and a newspaper, at a table down by the pool.  I had herded Sean and Deed out of our suite to find some breakfast in the snack bar and to give Carol some time with Abbey.  She wanted to feel her daughter out on her reaction to the previous nights events.  

"Abbey has something up in the room to show you, honey."  She said with an impish grin.  "I'll take these two for a little shopping tour.  We'll be back about noon."

"Is everything OK?"  I asked.  Concerned that what I had done to Abbey might have serious repercussions.  

"Oh, everything is fine."  She said.  Leaning in close she whispered.  "We may have started something we can't keep up with."   She laughed into my ear.

"Just go.  It's not nice to keep a lady waiting."

What awaited me in our hotel room made all the scheming and waiting more than worthwhile.  There was little Abbey, naked as the day she was born, leaned up against the headboard of my bed.  Idly stroking between her legs.

"I've been waiting for you daddy."  She said with a sultry smile.  "I have something I think you want."  Her legs spread slightly and she looked down at her crotch.

The ice having been broken with last nights brief encounter, neither of us needed to be coy.  I hadn't performed very well then but I intended to correct that error immediately.  I was striped as naked as she was in a New York second.  

"God, you're beautiful."  Was all I could say as I lay down in the bed and took her into my arms.    Our first lovers' kiss was sweet.  I doubt if Abbey had ever even thought about having someone else's tongue in her mouth but she readily accepted mine.  

I pushed her hand out of the way to replace it with mine at her pussy to find her soaking wet.  I looked up questioningly.

"Mommy got me ready for you."  Was the simple explanation as I rolled into the notch my new daughter made for me as she instinctively raised her knees to tip her pelvis up for entry.  

I couldn't resist a taste of my own and knelt up far enough to reach Abbey's crotch with my mouth.  I noticed something I'd missed in the rush last night.  She had a tiny patch of pale gold pubic hair just above the beginning of her tiny slit.  Just the whisper of maturity.  She was as fresh and sweet as I ever could have hoped.  Not a hint of spend in her from our clumsy bout of several hours earlier.  I learned later that Carol had helped Abbey douche as part of preparing her daughter for me.  Also that she had given Abbey's little pussy the taste test.  

That's not what my new little lover wanted though.  Pulling me roughly up by the ears, she caught my erection as it came into reach and placed it where my mouth had just been.  With one smooth thrust, I was in her half way.   About where I ended everything prematurely the night before.  I looked for any discomfort and only saw Abbey biting her lower lip.

"OK?" I asked.  She nodded and I applied some pressure and sank the rest of the way into her.  Fully imbedded with our pubic bones pressed tightly together.   The little trooper had taken all of me without a whimper.  

Placing some of my body weight down on her, I started short, slow strokes into the girl.  She adjusted to me like she had been having sex for years.  He ankles locked behind my thighs and her arms up around my neck, she pulled me in tighter and searched out my mouth for her second kiss.  

I whispered love words to her as she moaned into my neck.  I could tell she was getting close when I started grinding round and round in her honey pot, keeping her hard little clit rolling between us.  The feelings were all new to her and  it was enough to push her buttons.  

Abbey barked like a puppy when she climaxed that time.  Two or three sharp sounds, then fell limp beneath me.   I rested most of my bulk on my knees and elbows and let my girl recover for a minute or so, then started long easy strokes into her meant to bring me along with her.  It wasn't long in cumming either.   I could feel my balls tighten up and I pushed hard into her a couple of times and held still there as I pumped my sperm laden semen into the very neck of her uterus. 

Carol woke us at noon. 

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Epilogue

It's been nearly five months since we returned from our honeymoon.  Carol's once tight flat little tummy is now swollen big with 'our' son.   She's radiant.  Sean goes from puffing his chest out to denying any responsibility for his mother's tender condition.  I keep him off balance by reminding him of the uncertainty.  Someday, Carol and I plan to tell him the truth, but he's only fifteen.  There's time.

Abbey isn't pregnant yet but we haven't done much to prevent it.  I do try not to cum in her when I think she's near her fertile time.  She'll be in seventh grade next year and it would be good, I think, to wait until just before she enters high school to have her first child.   She has dreams of being a cheerleader and a big belly during the school year would make that entirely out of the question.  I will probably try to knock her up in the late fall or early winter of her eighth grade so she can birth during the summer.  That way she would still remain slim and trim during the fall football and basketball seasons.  

Little Deed is doing great.  She's thrilled with her mother's pregnancy.  You would think the baby was going to be hers alone.  She does all the baby needs planning and toting.  She's even asked to have the baby in her room so she can care for him.  We've compromised and made the room across the hall from hers into the nursery.  Had to shift Sean, but he doesn't mind.  He doesn't spend many nights there anyway.  

Carol rented her house last month to a gay couple.  Nice guys, really.  The older is about my age and the other guy is in his late twenties.   Sean has been doing their spring yard work for them and seems to be spending more and more time over there.  He hasn't said anything yet but I have my suspicions.   

We've cautioned the kids repeatedly about the need to keep our family at-home activities private.  Sean and Abbey won't be a problem in that regard and Deed is still in the dark for the most part.  With the four of us already pretty active, we think we can leave Deed out of our fun and games for the immediate future.   Won't she be surprised when we do invite her to the party!?

The End

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