When he finally turned her way, Sarah said, “Didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“No. I’m losing anyway. What do you need?” he said.
Michael threw the controller on the bed as Sarah walked in.
“Nothing. Just wanted to check in.”
Michael sat in a chair facing her. He couldn’t prevent his eyes from scanning his mother’s slim body in her one-piece suit. She looked much better than in her formal work clothes, which is what he saw her in most often. Likewise, Sarah took in her son’s muscular body, trying desperately not to focus between his legs.
“I’m fine,” he said. “This place is awesome. I think we’ll have a great time.”
“I hope so. It will be nice to be together without the pressures of work and school.”
“Agreed. You need a tan, too,” he smiled.
“You think?” Sarah replied. “This suit won’t give me much of one. You and Emily on the other hand….”
They laughed before Michael said, “Hers is smaller than mine, if that’s possible.”
“You both look great.”
With that, Sarah walked out with Michael watching every step she took. Forty-three isn’t that old, he told himself.
The next day started out even sunnier and warmer than the one before. Daniel and Sarah were the first to get up, followed by Michael. By mid-morning Michael and his mom were on the beach and Daniel sat in the great room in his bathing suit. A moment later, he rose and walked to the steps leading up to the loft and Emily’s bedroom and bath. He was two steps up when he stopped.
‘Don’t do it,’ he told himself. ‘Just don’t do it. She’ll leave for college after this vacation and the temptation won’t be there.’
Daniel stood motionless for several seconds before turning back toward the couch.
Soon, he heard footsteps behind him as Emily descended the stairs. His back was to her but he looked to the side and saw her pass. Emily was wrapped in a towel, her hair still wet from her shower. Daniel watched her go into the laundry room and quickly return. She walked straight to him, the towel barely covering her breasts and ending mid-thigh.
“Hi, Daddy,” she said cheerfully. “I thought my top was in the dryer. Guess not. Where is everybody?”
“At the beach, I guess.”
Emily walked to the window and peered out. Daniel stared at the arcs in the towel created by her ass.
“Oh, they’re going out on the jet skis. That should be interesting,” Emily said, turning to face Daniel again. “I thought mom was a little bit afraid of them.”
He said, “She is, but I’m sure she’ll be alright with Michael there.”
Emily approached the couch, stopping directly in front of her dad.
“I guess we’re alone for a while,” she said.
“I was going out soon.”
“No. Stay here,” Emily said, stepping forward and forcing Daniel to spread his legs a bit.
“I really don’t…I mean…,” he mumbled.
He could reach out and touch her now, but hesitated. Emily leaned down, her tits above his chest and the towel laboring to restrain them. She started to kneel, her body against his crotch. Daniel felt his cock begin to respond as his heart pounded.
Before he could say or do anything more, Emily’s hand was on the front of his swimsuit.
“That’s it, Daddy. Just relax and enjoy it.”
She wrapped her fingers around it through the material and felt it grow. They looked at each other without speaking. Emily stroked him a couple more times and then moved her hands to the top of his swimsuit. As she pulled down on the waistband, she realized her towel was about to come loose.
‘Fuck it,’ she thought to herself.
Simultaneously, the towel dropped and Daniel’s swimsuit was lowered to reveal his thickening cock. Daniel’s eyes locked onto the luscious tits in front of him, the smooth stomach and thin waist below that, and the long legs stretched behind his daughter. His suit was at his knees and Emily’s head was moving toward his cock.
She gripped it firmly and said, “You’re SO big, Daddy. I’m glad.”
There was no response; perhaps because of the flood of sensations rushing through Daniel’s brain. Guilt. Dread. Pleasure. They were all there, fighting for dominance.
Emily moved forward, allowing her breasts to rest on his chest. She kissed him lightly; quickly.
“Lean back,” she told him.
Daniel complied and Emily returned to his now rock-hard cock. She kissed the head and licked it once. She placed her tongue at the very base of the long shaft and slowly, teasingly slid it back up to the top. Emily knew she would be allowed to continue and she desperately wanted to make had dad happy.
Daniel watched her open her mouth and wrap her lips around the very tip of his cock. He took a deep breath. Then, inch by inch, his daughter took his entire cock into her mouth. Daniel nearly sighed out loud, but caught himself in time, not wanting to give away the pleasure he felt. It was a useless exercise because Emily knew full well what he was feeling.
She began a methodical blowjob, intent on making this her best ever…and she had plenty of experience. Daniel, much less familiar with this form of sex, was only intent on not cumming too quickly. The pressure of Emily’s lips and the stroking of her tongue were all perfect. She wrapped the base of his cock with one hand and fondled it while her mouth concentrated on the portion above. Almost unconsciously, Daniel moaned.
Despite his best efforts, he needed to cum in just minutes.
“Emily,” he gasped. “I’m…I’m going to…oh God!”
The first spurt of cum smacked against the back of Emily’s throat and she swallowed just as the second erupted. Shot after shot followed until a streak flowed down her chin. Still, she sucked the cock harder and harder while her father groaned in delight. Only when Daniel removed his hand from the back of Emily’s head did she sit up, cleaning her chin with the towel.
Daniel opened his eyes to see his nude, smiling daughter.
***
“Oh my God, Michael, it was so frickin’ awesome,” Emily gushed. “I think he was hard before I even got to the couch. After that, it was a piece of cake.”
“Did he resist at all?” Michael asked, sitting on the edge of Emily’s bed.
“Oh, he might have said something. I forget. But I wasn’t listening. I was going to make him cum no matter what.”
Emily was pacing her bedroom floor, too excited to sit.
“So, it was good? I mean, he was…,” Michael started to ask.
“Fuck yeah! He made Tommy Hilton look like a little kid. That was BY FAR the biggest cock I’d ever seen,” Emily said, “and I thought he’d never stop cumming. I just HAVE to fuck him, Michael. I can’t imagine how good he would feel inside me.”
“Well, good luck,” Michael grinned. “I’m here for you if you need me to do anything to help.”
“Just get mom out of the condo for a while. Should be easy.”
Sarah didn’t need much urging to spend more time with her son. In the short time they had been in the condo, she found herself enjoying more and more the conversations they had and she certainly didn’t mind seeing Michael in his Speedo. In fact, she was so enthralled that one of her shopping trips resulted in the purchase of a two-piece bathing suit. Pleasing her husband was not the driving force behind the purchase.
Michael was duly impressed. The first time his mother wore the suit, he gazed long and hard at her full, firm breasts and shapely hips and ass. Her maturity resulted in a different kind of sexiness than the youthful sensuality of Emily’s body. While he continued to dwell on Emily’s assault on their father’s cock, he found himself increasingly contemplating his own relationship with Sarah.