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                                 FAMILY FUN
                          by Ed Dippus (aka Fast Oeddie)

                                  Chapter 5

I slept very late that Sunday morning.  The previous day's events had worn me
out physically, sexually and psychologically and I slept like the dead.  What 
finally awakened me was some really nice feelings emanating from my groin.  It
felt like a blowjob.  I opened my eyes.  It was.
        Mom was at it again, much to my delight.  But when she saw that I was 
awake, she stopped.  "Afternoon, sleepyhead," she laughed. "Time for the rest
of you to get up."
        "I'd rather you got down," I said sleepily, "What time is it?"
        "One-something," she said, "Everyone else is up."
        "Even Geriann?" I asked, "After what you two ... uh, whoops."
        Mom laughed heartily. "I knew you were there," she said, "so you're
into voyeurism, so what?  I am too, though I rarely get a chance to practice
it.  But that's why I woke you.  Are you up for another round of peek-a-boo?"
        "Are you going to jump your daughter again?"
        "Nope, Ger's the jumper and your Dad's the jump-ee."
        I was fully awake now, and sat up straight in my bed.  "Great," I said,
"When's the main event?"
        "Any minute now," she said, "Your Dad's asleep on the living room couch.
Geriann is putting away lunch dishes, then she's going to wake him up, much the
same way I woke you up.  It was my plan, of course, but she was delighted to
try it. She asked me to leave them alone and stay up here while she makes the 
move.  Can you imagine?  After all we went through yesterday she still is a tad
on the shy side. Anyway, I'm not missing this for the world.  If you want, we 
can watch through the railing up here."
        "Lead on, Mom."
        So Mom and I, clad in our robes, crept out to the upstairs railing
which overlooked the living room.  The tableau displayed before us consisted of
Dad, also wearing a robe, which, Mom assured me, had nothing beneath it.  He
was laid out on the couch, head back and snoring. A faint clatter of dishes 
and silverware emanated from the kitchen, attesting to Geriann's presence.  
It wasn't long before that noise stopped and Sis appeared in the doorway. She
was dressed in a baby doll nightie which was tied shut between her breasts
with a red ribbon.  Similar ribbons decorated the side of her matching panties.
With quick, light steps she crossed over to the couch and stood looking down
at Dad.  If there was any hesitation in her mind, it quickly vanished as she
knelt down beside the couch.  
        Delicately, she lifted aside one side of Dad's robe, exposing his
naked crotch.  I gloated a little when I saw his size; he was smaller than me,
at least soft.  I would be able to compare extended lengths in just a moment.
Ger reached out and lifted up his peter, encircling it with her hot little
fingers.  The only effect it had on Dad was to change the tone of his snores
a little.  Ever so gently, she leaned down and slipped him into her mouth. 
        Mom and I both hunched a little closer to the railing (and toward 
each other) to get a better view.  The couch was along a wall perpendicular 
to us, nearly below us, and Dad's feet were pointed in our direction.  So we 
had a perfect view from the side.  As we watched, Ger's cheeks hollowed out and
she pulled back slightly, stretching Dad's hardening dick.  He began to moan in
his sleep and seemed on the verge of waking up. With a wicked gleam in her eye,
Sis lowered her lips down his shaft, pushing her nose into his salt-and-pepper 
pubes, and held still, sucking gently.  Dad settled down a bit, then his hips
started lightly bumping up and down.  Ger added a bigger up and down movement
on his shaft, which was by now fully erect.  
        Dad really started to wake up now, and, before he was fully awake, 
moaned out, "Oh baby, that's great, but what about the kids?"
        I snickered, only to have Mom poke me in the ribs. 
        Ger only moaned around his cock "Mmmmph," and continued sucking.  Dad's
eyes fluttered, then rolled back in his head as Sis' ministrations began to take
full effect.  He continued to buck his hips slightly.  Then his hand came up to
her head and his eyes popped open in surprise as he felt Geriann's long tresses
instead of the short, suburban housewife hair-do he expected.  His voice, 
however, was non-chalant, "Oh, Geriann, is that you.  That's real nice, honey,
keep it up.  What a nice way to wake up your old Dad.  Hey, is it my birthday
already?"
        Geriann lifted her head up to look him in the eye "Oh, Daddy, shut up
and enjoy your blowjob!" Then she went back to sucking.
        "Yes baby" Dad said contritely, and laid his head back.
        After a bit more, he stopped her.  "If you're not careful, Geri, baby,
I'll be filling your mouth up with jizz."
        "But that's what I want," she said petulantly.
        "I've got other plans for this load, baby.  I don't want to lose it
too soon before we have enough fun."
        "Okay, Daddy," she said brightly, "what do you have in mind?"
        "Come here and kiss me for a start."
        Dad and Sis entered into a long, deep lip-lock, during which time
Ger never relinquished her hold on Dad's cock.  For his part, Dad's hand had 
already found one of her ample breasts and was twiddling her nipple through
the sheer baby-doll.  She leaned back and undid the ribbon, opening up the 
front of the nightie, and stuck her tits into her father's face.  Dad began
sucking, lustily and noisily, on first one magnificent mam, then the other.
        "Dad!" Ger squealed "Your beard is so rough!"
        "Sorry baby, I'll be careful."
        "Fuck careful!" she shot back "suck my titties."
        Dad complied readily.  
        In the meantime, I was stiff as a board (naturally) and was beginning
to think about a little action of my own. Mom evidently had the same idea, be-
cause she reached over under my robe and began stroking my boner lightly. 
        Downstairs, Sis pulled back from Dad.  He slipped his arms from his robe
and left it open beneath him on the couch.  That lazy old fart hadn't moved yet
and was getting all this great sex.  What a scam!  In the meantime, Geriann
stood up facing him and teasingly tugged on the ribbons holding her panties on.
Dad would have none of that.  He just reached up and yanked on the bows.  They
came untied and the panties drifted down between her legs to the floor.  
        Dad's hand passed them on the way up and he settled her crotch right
in his palm.  Working one finger into her pussy, his big thumb covered her
clit and began rubbing in a heavy, circular motion.  Geriann's breath went out
of her in a big sigh and her knees sagged.  In fact, it seemed that only Dad's
probing hand held her up.  Still using one hand, he pulled her toward the 
couch. She went willingly.  She swung her leg up and over his torso, settling
her tush squarely on Dad's chest.  Dad's arms went under her legs and pulled
her crotch into his face.  A long, drawn out, satisfied groan from Sis signalled
that his tongue had made contact.
        Dad continued to eat Geriann out for about 10 minutes.  Ger held onto
the arm of the couch behind his head and humped his face for all she was worth.
Pretty soon, those familiar rhythmic moans, groans, squeals and sighs were
echoing off the living room wall, as Sis geared up for her orgasm.  As the pace
of the noises increased, so did Mom's action on my hard-on.  I flipped up the 
back of her robe, exposing her ass and pussy, and began a digital attack of my 
own on those orifices.
        With an almost noiseless shriek, Geriann came all over Dad's face.
Almost immediately, she slid her ass down his torso until it bumped into his 
boner and licked her juices off his face.  Without further preamble, she 
lifted her butt, impaled herself on his staff and began a frantic humping.
        Dad's hands went to her chest and began mashing those great tits around.
Geriann's head was back rolling on her shoulders, her eyes closed in ecstacy.
Dad's hips were pistoning, bumping her into the air.  I had to admit, the old
man could still throw a fuck into a gal.  Almost seamlessly, like a ballet, he
slid his legs around and was sitting on the couch, his daughter facing him as
they fucked.  Then they were standing, Dad's hands under her ass, lifting and
lowering her like he was doing curls.  Then he turned, lowered her to the couch,
and was on top of her, still fucking.
        "Wow," I breathed "he's really good."  My previous smugness about his
size was replaced by awe at his technique.  This guy was good!
        "He sure is," Mom agreed, "but he's not young anymore.  This fuck'll
do him in for the afternoon."
        "This fuck is enough for the afternoon for anyone."
        "Not for me," Mom said "give me stamina and resilience anytime."
        "Like in a 20-year-old guy?" I smirked.
        "Exactly," she said.
        On the couch, Dad was building to his climax.  His ass was pistoning 
up and down.  Geriann had her hands on her kness, pulling her legs back, holding
herself open for her Dad's cock.  Dad started to groan: "Oh,  Ohh,  OHH, OHHHH!"
He whipped his dick out of her hole and jacked it over her stomach.  His wad 
flew from the tip, spurting all over and leaving a trail of slime from his 
daughter's navel, past and over her heaving tits, up her neck and to her chin.
Geriann, who had been climaxing constantly since she hung in mid-air impaled
on Dad's dick, continued to writhe frantically, even though her pussy was empty,
and scooped up all the sperm she could reach, licking her fingers.  Finally
they both calmed down, and Dad collapsed into an exhausted, sweaty embrace with
his daughter.
        Mom and I both stood up, leaned over the rail (with the fronts of our
robes hanging open) and applauded heartily.  Sis looked up and Dad looked
over his shoulder at us and both smiled weakly in acknowledgement.  Ger waved
at us and Dad called up "Okay you two, it's your turn to put on a show for us!"
        "Gladly!" Mom called back and turned to me with a twinkle in her eye. 
        "We're on," she grinned.

