Happy Family

When Martin’s parents got divorced, he was sixteen. Without hesitation, Martin elected to live with Alf, his father. Alf had always been a fun-loving, gregarious individual, whom Martin adored. In the preceding years before the divorce, everyone knew that Alf fucked around. There were even rumours that Alf was not restricted to ‘normal’ sex and that he exploratorily crossed the gender line, in his rapacious sexual inclinations. Martin knew about this because many of the arguments he overheard his parents having before their bust-up, dealt with these indiscretions by Alf.

For Martin, rather than be perturbed, this information enhanced his opinion of his dad. By now, Martin had begun to believe that the apple had not fallen too far from the tree, and Martin enjoyed messing around with males as much as he did with girls.

Martin had never considered incest with his father, because that was too weird, although Alf was a very good-looking and sexy man. Martin was also proud that he had inherited his father’s looks.

Once Martin’s mother had left to live with her wealthy sister, things in their home changed remarkably. Alf now took to being naked regularly, and Martin happily followed suit. Very gradually, Alf started showing an ever-escalating affection toward Martin. Although this initially perplexed Martin, fearful that he may pop a boner and embarrass himself, Alf’s increasing displays of tenderness inexplicably excited Martin. 

The early odd touch on Martin’s shoulder, stroke on his arm, fatherly hug, and then, butt-squeezing grope, soon began to play on Martin’s mind. During this period, Alf continued to go out and visit his friends. There was no doubt that these outings were fruitful because Alf generally only got home early the following morning.

One evening, Martin was preparing a salad for their meal; Alf moved up behind him and embraced his body. Instantly, Martin could feel a stiff dick caressing his butt crack. It was a moment of unbelievable exhilaration for Martin.

Next, Alf placed his mouth against Martin’s ear and said, “Don’t ever be a prude like your mother, it’ll fuck up your life. Always keep an open mind and allow yourself the incredible pleasures of the flesh. Fucking is the greatest gift Mother Nature has given us.”

To Martin’s dismay, Alf then let go of him, before taking a beer out of the fridge and moving through to the lounge. Much as Martin was disappointed, he acknowledged that Alf possibly did not want to cross the incest line.

As they ate dinner, Alf said, “I have met an incredible woman named, Susie, whom I would like you to meet. Susie has a daughter, Adele, your age, who I hope you like.”

“What does Susie do?” Martin asked, making conversation.

“She is a night sister at the hospital, and Adele is still at school. In any case, I have invited them for dinner tomorrow night, so I need you to ‘pull out all the stops,’ Alf informed him.

“Sure… No problem,” Martin replied.

Alf was not forthcoming with any further information, and Martin assumed that he preferred that Martin should make his own judgment the following day.

Ironically, Martin made one of my mother’s signature dishes the following afternoon and wondered what Alf’s modus operandi was concerning the supper.

When Susie and Adele arrived, Martin was very impressed by Alf’s taste. They were both stunning!

Martin was even more gobsmacked by Alf’s house tour with the two females. It was apparent that he was doing a hard sell on the two women.

When Susie and Adele departed, Martin gingerly asked, “Are they going to move in with us?”

“Maybe,” Alf retorted.

Two weeks later, Susie and Adele became part of the family. Susie worked six-night shifts in a row before being off for two days. After her early arrival home in the morning, frantic sounds from the main bedroom heralded her arrival. These sexual noises replicated before she headed off for duty by eight p.m.

At breakfast and supper, Adele and Martin shared bemused looks. Initially, Martin was reluctant to make a move on Adele when they were alone after school in the afternoons because Susie was at home sleeping.

At night, after Susie left for work, Alf was ever-present. Martin became despondent as he laboriously waited for Alf to give him the green light to fuck Adele. What further frustrated Martin was that Alf’s former affection toward him also diminished, and now seemed focussed on Adele. What Martin did not realize, was that Alf was gradually priming Susie for his ultimate goal of fucking mother, and daughter. Martin did, however, began to feel like the odd man out, and almost began regretting the arrival of the two women in their life.   

Martin was starting to think that any sexual activity with Alf was a pipedream, and it looked like Alf was only fixated on establishing his personal harem with Susie and Adele.

After a month or so after, after Adele, Alf, and Martin had headed off to bed, Martin, later heard the door of Adele’s room open followed by the muffled sounds of whispering voices in her room. Not long after, Martin heard the unmistakable sounds of people having sex. As Martin listened to the ebb and flow of intensity from next door, he tugged on his knob in frustration. The sounds seemed never-ending, and almost drove him out of his mind.

‘Fuck… Alf is a real bastard,’ Martin thought to himself.

When Martin finally heard the door of the spare room next to him open and then close, followed shortly by the door of the main room, Martin was hyperventilating.

As he lay on his bed for the next half hour, Martin’s annoyance reached boiling point.

‘Fuck, this… I’m sick of being the odd man out,’ Martin ruminated as he made his way to Adele’s room.

As she lay on her back sleeping, Martin got on top of her and after placing his hand over her mouth, plugged straight into her soppy, well-fucked cunt. As Adele whimpered through Martin’s fingers, he manically thumped her pussy. Because of his pent-up frustration and overexcitement, Martin unloaded minutes later.

As his hand slipped off her mouth, Adele said, “Jeez… All you had to do was ask.”

“I’m sorry,” Martin, answered before, explain all his recent frustrations.

Martin and Adele had a long chat about their histories. Although Martin knew that her parents had also got divorced, he now only got the full story. Her parents had always been swingers, and her dad finally fell in love with another man and left. There were no hard feelings and Adele and Susie were cool with her dad’s choice. It was at this club where Susie had met Alf. Interestingly, the swingers club was holistically bisexual.  

“So, are you turned on by Alf?” Adele asked.

“Yeah,” Martin shyly answered.

With a giggle, Adele then admitted that she had long hoped that her mother would coerce her into lesbian sex.

“I like men and women,” Adele admitted.

“Me too,” Martin replied echoing her sentiments. It was also abundantly clear that neither of them had incestual hang-ups.

“Maybe it’s time for us youngsters’ to take up the reins,” Adele replied with a giggle.

As she looked at Martin’s questioning frown, she boldly answered, “Leave this up to me.”

Martin drifted off to sleep that night, happier than he had been in over a month.

The following afternoon after school, Adele spent the afternoon chatting with Susie in the main bedroom.

Whatever they discussed paid dividends that evening before they ate their supper.

Adele wasted no time in pawing and kissing Alf. To Alf’s astonishment, Susie did the same with Martin. As they ate their food, Susie mentioned that she could not wait for her shift to end the following day, and was looking forward to her two days off.

Next, looking at Adele, Susie said, “Adele, I’m relying on you to get the two men properly primed for our session tomorrow.” As Susie then glanced at Alf, she matter-of-factly added, “Adele tells me that Martin is as hot in bed as you are.”

As Alf sat dumbfounded, Adele looked at him and said, “Martin paid me a surprise visit after you left last night.”

As dumbstruck as Alf was, he was proud of Martin for escalating the ultimate machinations that he had been planning.

Susie now rose from the table before leaving for her night shift and said, “I’ll see you people, early tomorrow morning. Have fun, and… Please save some energy for me.”

As luck would have it, the following day was Saturday, and Alf, Adele, and Martin had no work or school.

After the table cleared, the dishes got stacked in the dishwasher by Martin and Adele, before they joined Alf in the living room. With the acceleration of events taking place, Alf was overjoyed, as Susie’s words kept resounding in his ears.

The previous night Alf had discovered that like her mother, Adele loved having her pussy munched. He wondered if Martin had discovered this for himself, or whether like most young men his age, he had simply hopped on and thumped her cunt manically.  

“Did my boy eat you out?” Alf mischievously inquired of Adele.

First, she glanced at Martin, before addressing Alf. “Unfortunately, things were a little rushed because I was rather tired,” she kindly lied.

“Well, then why don’t you undress, before spreading your legs, and showing Martin his dessert?” Alf chuckled.

Taking his cue from Alf had also commenced stripping like his dad.

With Adele’s legs up in the air like a bunny aerial, Alf growled, get your face in there and sniff on her snatch, boy. Get your nose in there and rub her nub with it. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Yeah, now get to work with your tongue, you fucker! Lick that fuckin’ cunt.”

Adele began to whine like a bitch in heat, with her hands clamping Martin’s head.

“Open the oyster with your fingers, son, lap on it, lap on it, lick the fuckin’ thing,” Alf barked.

Between her gasps, Adele joined in by yelping, “Martin needs an injection of inspiration. Come on, Alf, fuck your boy, fuck him, fuck him,” Adele began intoning.

Alf was overjoyed with developments. He had grown tired of the swingers club he had been attending and was ecstatic that his own swingers club was now developing, brilliantly. The incest angle was also brewing into a carnal wonderland of delight.

As he looked at Martin’s brown starfish, he could not wait to get the ball rolling.

“Brace yourself, boy, you’re about to experience the ultimate pleasure,” Alf grunted.

‘Oh, Jesus, fuck, this is sore,’ Martin thought as Alf began prodding Martin’s arsehole.

“Hang in there boy, the discomfort will soon subside,” Alf grunted, as he went balls deep into Martins’ backside.

The agonizing ecstasy was well worth the strain. As Martin gasped, Alf pulled Martin’s head back and said, “How does the daddy love feel?”

Initially, overcome with anxiety, Martin whimpered like a virgin on her wedding night. As the agony gave way to ecstasy, however, his tone changed to one of lustful acceptance.  

As if reading the situation, Alf lifted his son’s body and propelled him to toward Adele’s pussy.  As Martin’s cock slid into her, hammered by Alf’s momentum, Martin had never felt so much pleasure. The combination of Alf’s hand clamped onto his throat, as well as Adele’s teeth gnawing on his nipples was breathtaking. For the next several minutes, Martin felt like a pawn in a carnal fracas of the most intense submission. His tits and arse hurt in the most stimulating conglomeration of bliss that he could never have imagined.

Whimpering incoherently, Martin finally unloaded in a trembling mass of overstimulation. As his body slumped, Alf tossed him aside and assailed Adele’s snatch. In what felt like a state of delirium, Martin watched as his father manically thumped his dick into Adele. She whined as his hips went into overdrive, slamming her cunt ferociously.  

Once Alf had cum, he gripped hold of Martin’s hair and steered Martin’s head toward Adele’s snatch.

“Eat your ancestral seed, suck it out of her,” Alf barked. 

After Martin had performed his first task, Alf presented his cock to Martin’s mouth for cleaning. Next, they relaxed in the lounge, enjoying a few more drinks.

After a few more drinks, Alf looked at Martin and asked, “Head or tails?”

Completely puzzled, Martin simply opted for tails. Amazingly, Alf did not flip a coin, which befuddled Martin.

Once the trio got to the bedroom, however, Martin’s confusion was about to be answered, when Alf lay on his back, and invited Adele to mount him. As Martin stood there dumbfounded, Alf laughed and asked, “Boy… Haven’t you heard about DP?” Before adding, “The lube is in the drawer next to me,” he announced, flicking his head to the left of him.  

After Martin got the lube, Alf exposed his comedic talents, by saying, DP is similar to snooker... One guy shoots for the brown, and the other for the pink.”

With Martin’s butt-hole still tingling from his father’s fucking, Martin now commenced slicking up his knob and Adele’s backside.

Once Martin had fully entered Adele’s back portal, their combined hands began to knead, slap, and fondle her tits, neck, and face. Adele’s lusty groans assured them of her compliance.

As Martin and Alf took turns to supply the momentum, the trio ambled erotically onward, for the next thirty minutes, to the pleasure of all parties.  

Once they had all orgasmed, they lay side by side, with Adele in the middle on her back. As they drifted off to sleep, both men were on their stomachs. 

When Martin awoke later, goodness knows how long after, he heard a muffled conversation behind him as his head faced away from Adele and Alf.

Alf’s voice was horny with lust as he inveigled Adele into acquiescence, and her tone was somewhat dissenting as she tried to discourage his advances. Martin was instantly turned-on, as he listened to their interplay. Anxious as he was to turn and observe the machinations behind him, the aural noises were so interesting, that he could not bring himself to do so. The coercion of Alf’s insistence and Adele’s reluctance was mesmerizing.

As he listened, Adele’s moans soon turned to groans of compliance, and Martin was sure that Alf was giving her a thorough digit working over. It was incredibly erotic, and Martin could not wait for Alf to assert his total ascendancy. Not long after, the rustling next to him indicated that Alf had won the day, mounted her, and was fucking Adele solidly.

Overcome by lust, Martin very gradually managed to turn his head and observe his father in full control.

‘Fuck, my dad is a stud,’ Martin reflected, with his cock harder than it had ever been.

Very surreptitiously, Martin then relocated his body, before spreading Alf’s butt cheeks, and energetically licking his butthole. Martin vigorously had to force his tongue into Alf’s twitching backside as Alf pummelled into Adele’s pussy. The effort nonetheless, was worthwhile as Alf eventually started grunting uncontrollably.

Not long after, Alf commenced roaring as he unloaded into Adele’s snatch.

After Alf had rolled off her, Martin now began to feast on the abundance of cream from her two ‘pussies.’ As an added treat, Martin ended, by lapping on Alf’s creamy knob.

After this tour de force, their machinations finally ended for the night. 

The following morning, Susie awoke the trio after her shift.

“Jesus… the room is humming with sex,” she exclaimed, before adding, “Come on, and let’s get your skanky arses into the shower, you perverts.”

Like, three mischievous teenagers, they accompanied her.

The melee in the shower was breathtaking as they fondled and caressed one another’s bodies.

The main attraction, however, followed when they got back to the bedroom.

The two females immediately assumed a sixty-nine position lying across the bed with Susie on top and Adele below her. Both used their arms and hands to pull one another’s legs wide apart before a frantic cunt munching routine got underway. Alf then got behind Susie and motioned to Martin to do the same with Adele. After lubricating his cock, Alf tossed the tube over to Martin who followed suit. Shortly, the women began to grunt as the infiltration of their arses got underway.

For the next hour, the men got an aural and visual feast as the women groaned and gasped in ecstasy. As the women occasionally took a break from their oral overstimulation, they sucked the men’s dicks. The men’s knobs now constantly moved from the women’s mouths to their pussies and then back to their arseholes. In an escalation of stimulation, Martin was blissfully drowning in a stormy sea of lust. Alf’s biggest task was, verbally coaxing Martin, not to prematurely unload and hang in there. Being as inexperienced as Martin was, however, he frequently had to extract his cock from the foray of interaction.

When Susie firmly gripped hold of Martin’s cock, and Martin finally was able to cum in her mouth, he was sweating profusely. The blissful relief was beyond his wildest imagination.

Afterward, the quartet all moved to the kitchen for cold water to cool them down. Once they had restored their composures, breakfast got underway.

Later that day, Susie took control and insisted on Alf and Martin assuming the sixty-nine position. The men now had to orally alternate between cock and pussy for this session, after Adele moved to Martin’s head and Susie took care of Alf.

In compliance with Susie’s further wishes, their scene ended with Alf fucking Martin’s backside as Susie and Adele egged them on while frantically fingering themselves. Martin not only ended up with a backside full of spunk but also with a head sodden by female ejaculation.

Susie proved to be very imaginative and always kept their sessions interesting, like the time she arrived home with two substantial strap-on dildos for her and Adele. Although initially reluctant, even Alf grew to love these toys.

Alf’s dream had also come true. He had created the happy multidimensional sexual ‘family,’ he had hoped for.