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What started out as an innocent summer family vacation turned into a sexual orgy filled with incestuous lust for a son's love for his mother, a sister's love for her mother, and a brother's love for his sister.

"So, how was your two week summer vacation, Vinnie?" Anthony looked at his friend with envy, while leaning heavily against the door jamb of his bedroom.

Vinnie reluctantly stopped writing and looked up from his computer screen to address his friend. Easy to read, an open book, Vinnie already knew what his friend was thinking without even having to look at him. Accustomed to his inappropriate behavior and his lewd remarks, he could feel his perverse thoughts heating up his bedroom. By asking Vinnie about his summer vacation, using him as a device to arouse his own sexual appetite, Anthony didn't care about his vacation. No doubt willing to suffer through hearing about all that Vinnie did on his summer vacation, Anthony was more interested in hearing about what his mother and his sister did on their summer vacation.

"My vacation? Oh, good," replied Vinnie seemingly preoccupied and suddenly lost in thought, looking away, and not making eye contact with his best friend for fear of blurting out all that happened. "Thanks for asking," he said hoping to cut him short and prematurely end any discussion about what happened during his two week vacation on a private beach with his mother and sister.

"You got a nice tan," said Anthony with a forced smile. "You look rested," he said folding his arms across his chest, while appearing eagerly anxious for his friend to volunteer more vacation information.

"Oh, yeah," said Vinnie looking at his arms. "I did get darker," he said turning in his chair to look at his friend. "I don't feel very rested though," he said with sadness.

The last thing that Vinnie wanted to talk about was what happened during those two bizarre vacation weeks at the shore with his MILF of a mother and his sexpot of a sister. Only, bursting at the seams with confused emotions and embarrassed thoughts, feeling pangs of guilt and remorse mixed with feelings of incestuous lust and sexual excitement, he had to tell someone all that happened and who better to tell than his best friend. Knowing Anthony would understand about matters of incest, he knew his best friend wouldn't judge him and/or blame him for all that happened. He needed some commonsense insight, a clear and unbiased opinion, and some much needed relief from the incestuous demon that resided deep inside him and that now took hold of his life. He needed a friend to free him from his guilty conscience and incestuous thoughts, after bedding his mother and after having sex with his sister.

He'd readily share all that happened, if only his best friend wasn't such a pervert. Fearing that if he confided in Anthony, no doubt, he'd use all the sordid details to his sexual benefit by masturbating over all that he told him. The image of Anthony stroking his cock over all that happened between his mother, his sister, and him, was an image he didn't need right now. After having already brought shame upon his family, riddled with as much guilt now, as he consumed with incestuous lust then, he couldn't bear to think of his friend masturbating over all the sordid and gut wrenching details.

Knowing precisely how Anthony would react to the sexual secrets he kept and so wanted and needed to share, he had second thoughts of sharing his incestuous confession with him. He'd tell his friend all the dirty details of the two incestuous weeks he shared with his mother and sister, if only his best friend wasn't so infatuated with his mother and attracted to his sister. No doubt, instead of helping him to put out the incestuous fires that relentlessly raged deep inside him, by his inappropriate comments, he'd add gasoline to the raw emotions and spin the twisted feelings that he felt for his mother and sister, as justifiably acceptable and normal. Rather than giving him a modicum of understanding, he'd only receive rude, crude, and lewd remarks from his friend, comments that would undoubtedly make him angry and make him feel far worse than much better.

"I would have given my right arm to go with you to the shore, if only to see your hot mother and your sexy sister in their barely there swimsuits, but I had to work," said Anthony looking away, no doubt to hide the hurt he felt for not being invited and/or from the excitement he suddenly had of the nearly naked images he had of Vinnie's mother and sister. "Do you have any pictures to share?"

Those two remarks of wanting to see his mother and his sister in their barely there bathing suits and then asking for pictures of them in their skimpy swimsuits, made Vinnie not want to tell Anthony anything. He knew it'd be a big mistake to confide in his friend, but who else could he tell? With no one else to tell who'd understand what he did while on vacation and the inappropriate thoughts he felt for his mother, he was in a quandary. A bit of a sticky quagmire, he had to tell someone who'd understand the misplaced feelings of incestuous lust he felt for his sister, but there was no one else to tell but Anthony.

"Don't even go there, Tony," said Vinnie. "I really don't want to get into this with you again. The last thing I'd show you is a photo of my Mom and sister in their bathing suits," said Vinnie shooting his friend an angry look.

As soon as Vinnie scolded his friend, the flashes of all the photos he took of his hot mother and sexy sister in their bikinis flashed through his mind. Looking more like sisters, with the genetically blessed bodies they both possessed, no one would believe they were mother and daughter. Permanently etched in his mind, the fresh images of his sister and mother walking the beach holding hands, while topless and even naked twisted his thoughts with lust and hardened his cock with incest.

Revealing more of their bodies than it hid, if only Anthony saw how sexy his mother and sister looked in their tiny bikinis, he'd want to see more. Mesmerized by seeing their same symmetrically shapely breasts, if only Anthony saw how hot his mother and sister looked topless, he'd want to touch, fondle, and caress their magnificent breasts, while sucking their big nipples. If only Anthony felt the sexual excitement he felt the first time he saw his mother and sister walking along the private beach naked, he'd lose his mind in the way that he had lost his mind, when he crossed the incestuous line from experiencing the normal relationship of a mother with her son and a sister with her brother to that of incestuous lover. If Anthony saw all the close up photos he took of his hot mother and sexy sister in so many inappropriate poses that exposed their tits, asses, and pussies, he'd want to download them to put on his computer to masturbate over, no doubt.

"What? What did I say? All I did was ask about your vacation," said Anthony protesting too much. "I didn't mean anything by it, Vinnie. I was just showing interest, as a friend, is all."

Interest my ass. The only interest Anthony had was sexual. The only thing that Anthony wanted to know about was his mother, Connie, and his sister, Angela was if Vinnie had any provocative, cheesecake vacation photos to share.

"Don't start talking disrespectfully about my mother and my sister, as if they're some broads on the street corner," said Vinnie turning to point a finger at his husky friend.

Intuitively saying all the thoughts that Vinnie was thinking, making him feel guiltier than he already felt, Anthony was always saying inappropriate things about his mother and sister. If he confessed to Anthony all the incestuous details, both their lusts would burn out of control. Wanting to nip the sexual conversation in the bud, not wanting to hear the twisted sexual slant from a perverted man of all that transpired, Vinnie tried his best to put aside all that happened in the past. To help ease his guilty conscience, he needed to be the model son and loving brother.

"Take it easy, Vinnie. I only said that I wished I had gone with you," said Tony with a pause, "...but I wasn't invited."

With the Devil sitting on his left shoulder and an Angel standing on his right shoulder, Vinnie couldn't help but wonder how differently his vacation would have been had he invited Anthony. Maybe with him there, none of the sex that transpired would have happened. Maybe with him there, his vacation experiences would have been better. Better? With all that happened, how could his vacation been any better? Maybe with him there, his vacation experiences would have been worse. Worse? With all that happened, how could his vacation been any worse?

"Yeah, well," said Vinnie with a look that would have set Anthony's hair on fire, if his hair was flammable. "The reason you weren't invited is because you lust over my mother and leer at my sister all the time," said Vinnie, while thinking that he was now guilty of the same behavior.

The thoughts Vinnie had about his mother and sister were, no doubt, much worse than the thoughts that Anthony had over Connie and Angela. Anthony wasn't related to them by blood, but Vinnie was. No doubt, not having experienced incestuous sex, Anthony didn't have the outrageous incestuous thoughts, images, visions, and feelings that Vinnie now had and could never forget.

Not wanting to hurt his friend's feelings, he knew that his mother and sister didn't share Anthony's sexual interest and lustful desires. Even if they did, not able to go there, thinking about his friend having sex with his mother and sister would be so wrong. Was he just protecting his mother's and sister's reputations against the sexual inappropriateness of his friend or was it more jealousy that he felt, when thinking about Anthony in bed with his mother and sister?

"So? You say that as if there's something wrong with me lusting over your mother and leering at your sister," said Anthony looking at his friend. "I'm only human. I can't help that you have a hot mother and a sexy sister."

There he goes again talking about his mother and sister, as if he's sharing his thoughts with a third party in the street.

"Nothing wrong with that? What's wrong with you, Anthony? After all the years we've known one another, all the times you've been in my house as a guest with my mother and sister treating you as an extension of our family, there is something seriously wrong with you disrespecting my mother and my sister, not to mention disrespecting me, your friend, by staring at my family, as if you want to fuck them, after they suck you. With you being such a big part of our family, your thoughts are incestuous," he said.

He wanted to say, your thoughts are just as incestuous as my own thoughts, but even though he thought that, he didn't say that.

"Yeah, well, sorry but, to be honest, if I had a mother and sister that looked like your mother and sister, I'd not only be trying to see them naked but also I'd be trying to have sex with them," said Anthony with a twisted laugh, while touching himself through his pants. "Moreover, if I had a mother and sister like your mother and sister, I'd take care of my best friend, by allowing him to come on vacation with you three."

Vacation? Anthony's idea of a vacation, no doubt, was staying in bed naked with his mother and sister the entire two weeks. If he only knew what happened, he'd explode with sexual excitement. If he only knew that Vinnie experienced Anthony's wildest, sexual fantasy, he'd press him for every lurid detail over and again.

"I really don't want to have this conversation with you, Tony," said Vinnie putting up his hand, as if it was a stop sign. "What's done is done. We went on vacation, you weren't invited, and now we're all home safe and sound. Okay?"

Vinnie fell silent and, as if there was a thunder cloud darkening his disposition, he put his hand to his head and stared out his bedroom window with sadness. As if he was depressed watching the rain during a dark tropical storm, instead of it being a brilliant summer's day filled with sunshine outside, he thought of all that happened during those two incestuous filled weeks.

"Gees, Vinnie, chill. What's the matter? You suddenly look as white as a ghost. Are you feeling okay?"

Knowing precisely how he'd react, wrestling with indecision to tell him or not, Vinnie looked at his friend with fearful foreboding. Filled with as much sexual excitement as he was with guilt, he was torn. He wanted to tell him but afraid to give in to the incestuous thoughts by recounting all that happened, what had occurred during those two weeks was as emotionally disturbing as it was sexually pleasurable. What had happened during those two weeks was as very bad, as it was very good.

"If I tell you about my vacation," he said waiting for Anthony to make eye contact with him first before continuing, "can you just be a friend and listen without talking and without being such a perverted asshole and saying things about my mother and sister that will upset me?"

Anthony looked as if he had just been slapped across the face. Only, Vinnie would have to hit his friend in the back of the head with a baseball bat to penetrate his thick skull and make him understand how inappropriate his behavior and sexual remarks were. Nothing Vinnie said could dissuade Anthony from being the pervert that he is. Besides anything he said to his friend about his mother and sister would make him want to hear all the juicy vacation details of all that happened.

"Yeah, I can be a friend. I can listen without talking, if that's what you need me to do," said Anthony with attitude, while looking down at the carpet.

Reconsidering if he should tell him or not, Vinnie took a deep breath and looked at his friend, while waiting for Anthony to acknowledge him, before speaking.

"Something really bad happened to my Mom, Tony," said Vinnie with tears welling up in his eyes not from the pain that he suggested that his mother suffered but from the guilt he felt from all the incestuously bad things he had done during his vacation.

"Really bad? To your Mom? Oh, my God. Is Connie okay? Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," said Tony signing himself. "No wonder why you're so stressed. No wonder why you're so pale. Vinnie, I'm so sorry. I had no idea."

"I just don't know how to tell you this," said Vinnie, looking as if he was about to burst into tears. "I can't believe it myself."

"What? What happened? Just blurt it out. Tell me. Was she in an accident? Is she alright? Is she in the hospital? What? Tell me, Vinnie, tell me. Just don't tell me your MILF of a mother is dead," said Tony clutching his chest. "I couldn't take it, if Connie, my second mother, was dead."

"Dead? Gees, Tony, my Mom's not dead and stop calling my Mom a MILF," said Vinnie shaking his head in disbelief at the things that his friend has a habit of blurting out without first thinking. "Just give me a minute to collect my thoughts," said Vinnie holding his head in his hand, as if he was supporting the world.

Vinnie looked at his friend, a man he's known most of his life, while weighing the pros and cons of telling him or not. Just as he knew it would be a mistake to tell him, with having no one else to unburden himself, he knew that he had to tell him. Having too much of a load to carry alone, he had to tell someone and who better to tell than Tony?

"I meant no disrespect to your mother and to your sister, Vinnie, when I said that I wanted to see your hot mother and your sexy sister in their barely there bikinis and forget about you showing me vacation photos of their hot bodies, that is, unless you really want to show me those photos because--"

"Something happened to my sister, too, Tony," said Vinnie giving his friend the same look that he gave, when telling him that something really bad happened to his mother.

"Oh, my God," said Tony signing himself again. "What happened? Is Angela okay? Tell me, Vinnie. Tell me what happened. I'm your friend, your best friend. Whatever happened, I'm here for you. We'll get through this together. Okay, Vinnie? Okay?" Tony put a fat hand to Vinnie's muscular shoulder and as if thinking first, this time, before blurting it out, he paused. "Angela isn't dead, is she? Because if Angela is dead, then I want to die, too."

"Dead? Jesus, Tony, God forbid," said Vinnie signing himself. "No, my sister isn't dead. God! Stop talking like that, will you?"

"Sorry, Vinnie."

Vinnie looked at his friend, before going to a dark place, a place that transcended friendship. Falling silent, his thoughts returned to the cabin where he forever violated the trust of his mother and sister. Deep in thought, he was at a place where he feared that even after telling his friend all that happened, he'd still be alone with his incestuous thoughts and lustful desires. A place he could no longer escape, he had crossed the line and dared to play in the Devil's playground.

Knowing his sister and mother were home and wanting to spare them any undue embarrassment by having them know that he told his friend all that happened during their two week summer vacation at the cabin, he got up from his chair and closed his bedroom door. Anthony stood across from him with a face full of concern and with shoulders that weighed heavily, while waiting impatiently for Vinnie to tell him what happened. As if exhausted after carrying a heavy load, Vinnie slumped down in the chair that was next to his bed and avoided looking at his friend.

"I had sex with my mother," he said in a whisper and looking down at the carpet, so as not to see Anthony's reaction.

"What? Sorry, you spoke so softly that I didn't understand you," said Tony leaning in closer to hear his friend, as if leaning in closer to hear Vinnie's last dying words in a hospital bed. "Don't get mad and I know it's probably not what you said but, because I'm such a sick, perverted fuck, it sounded like you said that you had sex with your mother," said Tony with an uncomfortable laugh and a hopeful expression.

"I did. That's what I said. I had sex with my mother," said Vinnie putting his hands to his knees and looking up with a face full of resignation. He sat up in his chair and squared his shoulders, after admitting his guilt, as if ready to face a firing squad.

Leaning back against the bedroom wall to support his hefty weight, now Anthony was the one who looked as pale as a ghost, that is, until a flash of sexual excitement reddened his fat face and widened his beady eyes, while he fondled his cock through his pants.

"Fuck me," he breathe out, as if he was, no doubt, imaging Vinnie fucking his mother. "You had sex with Connie? Are you shitting me? I don't fucking believe you. You had sex with your mother? Fuck me." Anthony looked at his friend with skepticism. "You lying sack of shit, you're lying. You're pulling my leg. You're just trying to get me going," said Tony staring at Vinnie. "You know just want to say to me to make me--"

"No, I'm not shitting you. And yes, I had sex with my mother," said Vinnie watching for his friend's reaction.

"Holy shit," said Tony wiping a hand across his fat face and looking at his friend, before reaching down to finger and adjust his cock through his pants again. "I can't believe you had sex with your mother. I can't believe you had sex with Connie, the woman of my sexual fantasies."

"I did," said Vinnie watching his friend touching himself again. "Please don't do that."

"Don't do what?" Anthony stopped touching himself. "What did I do?"

"Don't play with yourself, while I'm telling you about what happened with my mother. I don't want to see that kind of sick behavior from you."

"I wasn't playing with myself," said Anthony with an embarrassed laugh.
"You were fingering your cock, Tony," said Vinnie with a sneer. "I saw you."

"I had an itch. I can't scratch an itch? You scratched your itch by having sex with your--"

"Don't even say it."

"Say what? You don't want me to say what you just told me, that you had sex with your mother?"

"As if I don't feel bad enough, it's more despicable when you say it," said Vinnie suddenly looking emotionally drained and physically exhausted.

Not looking at one another, the two men fell silent, until Tony spoke again, while looking at Vinnie with pleading and hopeful eyes.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No," said Vinnie in a whisper.

"If you talk about it, Vinnie, you'll feel better," said Tony.

"No," said Vinnie louder this time.

Vinnie looked away from his friend. Again the two men didn't speak, until Tony broke the silence.

"Just answer me this one question and I won't ask you anything else about it. Okay?"

"What?"

"Was it real slammin', bangin' sex or was it just a little teasin' with some touchy feely groping, embarrassed looks, and remorseful apologies after you did the dirty deed?"

"See, that's what I mean, Tony. Instead of being a real friend, instead of just listening, instead of shutting the fuck up, you're being a perverted asshole by making disparaging comments in the way you worded your question."

"C'mon, Vinnie, if you want me to help you, you need to tell me all that happened. Was it real slammin', bangin' sex or was it just a little teasin' with touchy feely groping, embarrassed looks, and remorseful apologies after you did the dirty deed?"

"Real sex," said Vinnie nodding his head with a frown. "Yeah, it was real, orgy like, animal fucking, orgasm screaming sex. What makes what happened worse is--," said Vinnie looking off out his bedroom window, while replaying in his mind all that happened.

"What, Vinnie? What makes what happened worse? Finish your thought. You just leave me hanging. What makes what happened worse?"

"What makes what happened worse is having sex with my mother was the best sex I had in my life."

"Jesus," exhaled Anthony.

"Fucking my mother was the kind of incestuous sex that all we guys dream about having with our mothers, but never have the guts to admit that's what we want to do, when we finally have the opportunity to cross that imaginary incestuous line to do it. Oh, yeah, I really fucked my Mom. I made my mother scream Oh, God, Oh, God, Oh, God. I gave her the fucking of her life. We fucked, as if we were on our Honeymoon. We had sex in the way I imagined my father having had sex with my mother. I gave her orgasm after orgasm."

"Wow," said Tony leaning forward with his hands on his knees and looking at his friend, as if about to burst at the seams, while watching his number being called in the lottery. "Unless you want to tell me all the details, I can only imagine," said Tony looking at his friend with hopefully expectant eyes.

"I had sex with my sister, too," said Vinnie in the same soft voice he said, when he told Anthony that he had sex with his mother.

"Pardon? Don't get mad and forgive me for thinking this, but did you say you had sex with your sister, too?"

"I did say that. Yes. I had sex with Angela, too."

Tony looked as if he was going to faint. Looking as if he were in shock, unable to speak for a moment, he just stared at his friend.

"Fuck me. Get the fuck outta here," said Tony pushing hard against Vinnie's unmovable shoulder. "You had sex with Angela, too? Now I know you're lying. Fuck you, Vinnie. I almost believed you having sex with Connie, but Angela would never fuck you, her own brother. No way! That would never happened. She's a good woman. She'd never--"

"She did, I did, and we did," said Vinnie with sadness. "I'm not proud of it, but I had as much incestuous sex with my sister as I did with my mother."

As if thinking about what he was going to say first, before just blurting it out in the way he always does, Anthony looked at his friend without talking.

"Did you make Angela scream out, Oh, God, Oh, God, Oh, God, too?"

"I did."

"Just tell me this and don't lie. As you did with your mother, did you give Angela the fucking of her life, too?"

"I did."

"Did you give your sister orgasms after orgasms, as if you were on your Honeymoon?"

"I did."

"Oh, my fucking God! Tell me from the beginning and don't leave anything out," said Tony looking as if he was about to collapse from sexual excitement. "How did it happen?"

Vinnie looked at his friend with a face full of shame, before a flash of excitement took hold of his emotions.

"I don't know how it all happened, it just did," said Vinnie. "Truth be told, the sex was wonderful but now that I'm home, now that I'm no longer at the cabin, I feel guilty as all Hell."

Anthony ran a hand across his dry lips, as if he was a man dying of thirst in the desert.

"Tell me, and I apologize in advance for any unintended disrespect, but who was better in bed your mother or your sister," said Tony involuntarily reaching down to finger his cock with a look of delirium, no doubt, from Vinnie's anticipated answer.

"Fuck you, Tony. I knew I never should have told you. I knew this is the kind of deranged support I'd receive from you."

"What? What did I say? You're the one who said that having sex with your mother was the best sex you ever had and I was wondering if Angela was even better."

Unable to keep it a secret, Vinnie was just as excited to tell his friend about all that happened, as his friend was excited to hear about all that happened.

"Each was better in a different way, if you know what I mean. What made one more exciting over the other was the connotation that I was having sex with my mother or my sister."

"Oh, my fucking God," said Tony leaning back and looking incredulously at his friend, before making the sign of the cross again. "Fuck me. I don't fucking believe you had sex with not only your mother but also with your sister. You lucky fucking bastard," said Anthony with his mouth gaping open, as if he had just witnessed two women stripping one another naked in a catfight.

"Yeah, well, that's the difference between us. I don't feel good about what happened and, as if what I tell you is a sideshow, a peepshow, you do. If you want to know the truth, I feel sick to my stomach with guilt, Tony."

"You don't feel good about what happened? Are you crazy? How could you not feel good about what happened? Are you kidding me? I'd be ecstatic," said Anthony looking at his friend with disbelief.

"I'm a bad son and a bad brother to have taken advantage of my mother and my sister in the way that I did," said Vinnie leaning forward in his chair and resting his elbows on his knees. Filled with as much suffering sadness as he was with sexual excitement, he looked as if he was about to cry.

"You're not a bad son or a bad brother. You were tempted by fate. In God's grand plan, all of what happened was meant to happen."

"It's wrong to mention God's name with incest. If I was tempted by anyone's grand plan, I was tempted by the Devil."

"Listen, Vinnie, living life on the dark side of sex, if only in our wildest sexual fantasies with our hand tightly stroking our cocks, you experienced something all men wished they could experience but seldom do, having sex with their mothers and sisters. If only sexually experiencing your mother and sister vicariously by all that you confess to me, maybe we both can make it through this unbelievably exciting, I mean, horrible heartbreak together," said Tony rubbing Vinnie's back.

"Thank you, Tony. You're a real friend."

"Please continue, Vinnie."

"I should have been the strong one. I should not have given into my incestuous lust for sake of the matronly morality of my mother and against the seductive sexuality of my sister. We never should have crossed that incestuous line. Now, we'll never have that loving mother and son and sister and brother relationship again," said Vinnie with a face full of sorrow.

"Are you kidding me? Loving mother and son and sister and brother relationship, who the fuck cares? Transgressing all of that, as if you're a sexual Guru sitting on a mountaintop, you've reached a level higher, a spiritual pinnacle and sexual plateau than any loving mother and son and sister and brother relationship you could have had just by experiencing the dark side and having sex with your mother and your sister. Can't you understand that, Vinnie? Free from all the wondering what they look like naked, never again imaging what it feels like to touch their tits and feel their asses, while they fondle your cock and while making love to them, now that you had sex with your mother and your sister, your relationship with them will be way better," said Tony, as if he was a perverted psychologist and a twisted sexual therapist inspired by what his patient confessed.

"Better? It's much worse. I can't even look them in the eye, Tony. I'm so embarrassed," said Vinnie with sadness. "I'm so very ashamed."

"If it makes you feel any better, Vinnie, ever since we young adults, I always wanted to bend Angela over, pull up her short skirt and pull down her bikini panties, and bang your sister doggie style while fondling her big tits and fingering her nipples." As if with the mere mention of the words Angela and doggie style in the same sentence, Anthony appeared as excited as if he was really having doggie style sex with Angela.

"Be careful, Tony. I've already warned you about disrespecting my mother and sister," said Vinnie pointing a stiff index finger at his friend.

"No disrespect intended Vinnie, as you made your incestuous confession to me, take this as my honest sexual confession to you of my wanton desire for you sister and mother. With that said, ever since we were young adults, with a hand to the back of her pretty head, as I humped her mouth and fucked her face, I fantasized about your Mom on her knees sucking my cock, while I played with her big tits and fingered her nipples, before cumming in her sweat mouth and her swallowing all that I had to give her."

With a face reddened with rage, as if he were a volcano erupting with steam coming out of his ears and hot lava pouring out of his mouth, Vinnie jumped up from his chair.

"Shut the fuck up! Just shut the fuck up! What's wrong with you? How dare you say that to me! You're such a fucking asshole, Tony."

"What? What did I say? Is this confession only about you? Am I not allowed to share how I feel about your mother and sister, too? Just because I'm perverted, doesn't mean that I don't have feelings, too." With a face full of confusion, before a sudden realization took hold of him, Anthony briefly remained silent before continuing. "Who's the pervert now? Huh? You did all that I was thinking, wishing, and confessing what I'd love to do. Maybe that's why you're so angry, Vinnie, because now you discovered that you're no better, worse even, than me."

Vinnie stared at Anthony waiting for him to flinch, but as if staring in a mirror, unflustered, Anthony returned his stare. Lusting over the same two women, both men admittedly were the same in their sexual desires. Only, Anthony was right. Vinnie was worse than he could ever be. He had sex with his mother and his sister. Still, as a way to voice his anger and hide his disappointment in himself, taking out his outrage on his friend, he persevered in his verbal assault.

"I can't believe you're talking to my face about my fucking my sister and my Mom blowing you. I'm not some stranger in the street. I'm your friend, your best friend, and that's my family, you're disrespecting. If you dare say that to my face, God knows what you say about them behind my back."

"I'm sorry, Vinnie. I meant no disrespect. I was just so shocked that you were banging both your mother and sister," he said looking at his friend with apologetic eyes, along with a growing erection that tented his pants. Again, the two men fell silent, until Tony spoke again. "So, tell me what happened?"

"No."

"C'mon, Vinnie, don't be like that. Obviously, you want and need to unburden yourself, otherwise, you wouldn't have told me any of this in the first place," said Tony with some patient insight and relevant understanding.

"I'll tell you but you have to promise you won't tell anyone," said Vinnie with rage still seething and pointing a stiff index finger at Anthony's face.

"Okay."

"And you have to promise you won't act like the degenerate that you are by making lewd, rude, and crude comments that are disrespectful to me and to my family."

"Okay."

"I mean it, Tony. You can't tell anyone what I'm about to tell you and you can't be disrespecting my family, while I'm confessing to you and confiding in you all that happened."

"Okay, okay."

"Promise me."

"I promise you."

"Swear on your dead grandmother."

"I swear on Nonna's soul," said Tony raising his right hand, as if he was taking an oath of office.

The two men looked at one another in silence. Finally, Vinnie spoke.

"I don't know, but maybe it was the hot sun, the sounds of the surf, and the salty sea air. Maybe there was something in the water. Maybe because we were alone in paradise and confined together in a small, secluded cabin on a private beach, they both acted as if they weren't related to me or to one another," said Vinnie with a look, as if he was back at the cabin. "It was if we all had a sexual fever, a cabin fever being cooped up for two weeks together."

"What do you mean?" With eyes bulging out, Anthony looked at his friend, as if he was a druggie needing a fix, after being without a hit for a while.

"My Mom acted as if I wasn't her son and my sister acted as if I wasn't her brother. They acted as if they weren't mother and daughter. They acted as if I was some cabana boy hired to satisfy whatever their sexual whimsy. They acted as if we were abandoned on a desert island," said Vinnie with a distant look in his eyes, as if he was on the beach.

"Wow. I wish I were there. I wish you had invited me, Vinnie."

"Yeah, that's it," said Vinnie with a face full of sudden insightfulness. "Now that I think about it, they acted as if we were making that movie, Swept Away where the rich bitch is stranded with the deck hand."

"The one that Guy Ritchie made with Madonna? That movie sucked big time," said Tony.

"No, the original one, with Giancarlo Giannini and Mariangela Melato," said Vinnie.

"Oh, yeah, that was a hot movie. She was such a sexy bitch. I love that movie. I wish I was stranded on a desert island with her. Definitely, I would have banged her, if I could," said Tony looking excitedly uncomfortable, while reaching down to finger his cock, again. "So, let me get this straight for me to imagine the image. You played Swept Away with your hot sister and your MILF of a mother."

"I did."

"Holy shit," said Tony under his breath. "Whatever I can do to help you in this troubled time, Vinnie, please give me the pleasure, I mean, the trust to unburden your guilty conscience in complete confidence."

"Fuck you, Tony. See, that's just the reaction that I figured I'd get from you. You can't help yourself from being perverted fuck that you are."

A long time coming, Vinnie looked at his friend with the realization that now he was no better than Tony, worse even. Tony's crime was lusting over Vinnie's mother and sister but, in Vinnie's eyes, his own crime was much worse. He had incestuous sex with blood relatives, his own mother and sister.

"Sorry, but the only way that I can give you my opinion to understand enough of what happened and to help you through this trying time is by you telling me everything from the beginning and not leaving anything out," said Tony making himself comfortable on the edge of Vinnie's bed. "So, go ahead, Vinnie. Tell me. Tell me everything and don't leave anything out. How did it all start?"

"How did it all start? That's a good question. I don't know how it started. All jumbled in my mind, it all happened so fast that it's a big, sexual blur. My mind is filled with images of my mother's and my sister's tits, asses, and pussies."

"Images that I'd love to have and may have had, had you invited me on vacation with you," said Tony under his breath.

"What was that, Tony?"

"I can only imagine how you must be suffering, Vinnie, from your vacation experiences," said Tony leaning forward to pat his friend's shoulder.

"Thank you, Tony. I appreciate your understanding during this troubled time."

"Please continue, Vinnie. You'll feel better getting all of this off your chest."

"Yeah, maybe you're right," said Vinnie taking a breath and relenting to what happened and submitting to the truth, as if he was making a full confession, while being interrogated at a police station for a crime he did. "Filled with random bits and pieces and images of their naked bodies, my mind is so confused," said Vinnie holding his head, as if he had a headache. "I continually go from remorseful guilt to incestuous excitement. Oh, my God, Tony, I'm so tortured because I so enjoyed everything that happened."

"Okay, this is a good start, but think, Vinnie, think. You must remember how it all started," said Tony impatiently and looking as if he was getting sexually frustrated by Vinnie not coming forth with all the details. "Think of me as a doctor, Doctor Tony, a psychiatrist or psychologist, here to help you. It would do you good to unburden yourself to me. Being the pervert that I am, I can help you to make sense of it all."

"Maybe you're right," said Vinnie, eying his friend to see if he was being sincerely, before continuing. "Well, I guess it started as soon as we got to the cabin, unpacked, and started to relax. Yeah, that was the first hint that there was something amiss."

"Amiss? What do you mean amiss?"

"Something wasn't right. Yeah, as soon as we were alone in the cabin was the first sign that there was something wrong. As if we were hexed, yeah, as if we were cursed and there was a spell cast over the cabin, it felt as if we were all living together on Big Brother."

"I love Big Brother," said Tony. "I subscribe to the 24/7 feed and they show those busty broads on that show topless and naked even, all the time."

"Yeah, well, anyway, something they never did at home, my Mom and sister didn't bother closing their bedroom doors, when changing their clothes at the cabin. Constantly and continually undressing and dressing in front of me, it was if they were teasing me. At first I tried not to look, but watching them strip to their bras and panties several times in the course of a day got me so aroused."

"Holy shit," said Tony.

"Yeah, they got dressed and undressed, pretty much, out in the open all the time and I'd stand in their bedroom door watching them dress and undress, while talking to them about all the vacation activities that we did today and what we were going to do tomorrow. When they weren't walking around in their bikinis, they were walking around in their sexy bras and bikini panties."

"That's so hot, Vinnie. That's so hot. Just wondering, just so that I can get the full image, do you have any photos of your mother and Angela in their--"

"No," said Vinnie, shooting his friend a vile look.

"Sorry, Vinnie. Please continue."

"To be honest, I'm as embarrassed as I am excited to say that, most times, both my sister and mother were walking around practically naked and, even though I knew it was wrong, I looked, I stared, and I leered.

"Wow, I don't believe it," said Tony. "That would have been so hot to see your Mom and sister changing their clothes right in front of me. I can't believe they were walking around practically naked. I wish I had been there. God, I wish I had been there."

"Even though I knew it was wrong, unable to control the urge, acting upon my inappropriate thoughts that were motivated by my horniness and by the longtime never acted upon incestuous lust that I harbored for them, exposing my cock to them, I ended up walking around naked, too."
"Jesus, Vinnie, Jesus. If only you had invited me, I would have loved to walk around naked in front of your mother and sister, too."

"Yeah, well, for all of our sakes, Tony," said Vinnie with a laugh, I'm glad I spared us all the memory of you walking around naked by not inviting you to vacation with us at the cabin."

"I wish you had invited me, you asshole. I would have videotaped everything. God, especially now that I know of all that went on there, you're such an asshole not to have invited me," said Tony punching his best friend in the shoulder. "I could have helped you."

"Helped me? You mean, you would have helped yourself to my mother and sister."

"That hurts, Vinnie, that you'd think I'd take advantage of the situation during your troubled time of sadness and sorrow."

Vinnie shot his friend a smug look with a short laugh.

"Oh, yeah, you'd, no doubt, take advantage of the situation. If my mother and/or sister were knocked unconscious, you'd have sex with their lifeless body, before calling for an ambulance."

"Okay, maybe you're right about that, if we all had been drinking and your mother or sister were dead drunk and I was, too, but if they were really hurt and bleeding then I'd--"

"Stop," said Vinnie making a sour face. "That wasn't an invitation for you to share your perverted sexual fantasies about my family with me."

"Forget about all that," said Tony. "Just tell me how it all started."

"Now that I think about it, it all started with Angela teasing me," said Vinnie looking as if he was remembering back to how it all began.

"Teasing you? Angela was teasing you? Oh, my God. That's so hot. How was she teasing you? I'd love to be teased by your sister. She's so sexy."

"Calm down, Tony."

"Sorry. Please continue. I'm here to help, Vinnie. I'm here to help shoulder the burden of your incestuous load with you."

"Well, even though the cabin was beautiful, it was still a beach cabin with casual living abound. We'd go from the beach to the cabin, eat in the living room, and just relax."

"So, how was Angela teasing you?" Anthony looked at his friend, as if he was a man dying of hunger and Vinnie had a surplus of delicious food.

"Right from the first day, it started with Angela sitting across from me with her legs parted just enough for me to see her panties or her pussy, when she wasn't wearing panties. In all the years we've lived together, she always sat like a lady and I never so much as saw the end of her slip or a bra strap. Yet, in the cabin, maybe because it was so small, but sometimes, no doubt thinking that it was dark and I couldn't see, she'd flop on the couch in her nightgown and with her legs practically spread wide open, while watching TV."

"Holy shit, Vinnie. I'd have love to see between your sister's shapely legs. So was this before they were leaving their bedroom doors open and dressing and undressing out in the open and practically walking around naked?"

"Yeah, just before."

"And when Angela sat across from you like that, you saw your sister's panties?"

"I did. Yeah, lots of times."

"Wow. What color were they?"

"Gees, Tony. I dunno. White mostly and sometimes she wore pink, blue, and yellow panties. Gees, Tony."

"I'm only trying to imagine what you saw, Vinnie," said Tony giving his friend and apologetic shrug.

"Whatever? Anyway, at first I acted like a gentlemen and with her being my sister, I didn't look. Then, as the days passed and the incidences of partial and full nudity progressed, I started getting hornier with both of them walking around nearly naked all the time. With so many flashes of panties, bras, tits, pussies, and asses, I couldn't help myself from looking, staring, actually, before leering."

"Tell me, did you jerk over your seeing your sister's panties?"

"None of your business, you fucking pervert."

"Yeah, I bet you did. After you saw Angela's panties, I bet you stroked your cock, while thinking about banging your sister," said Anthony looking at his friend with wide eyes. "Am I right?"

"So, is this how you help me to shoulder my load by having me unburden myself for your personal sexual pleasure?

"Sorry."

"If you don't stop interjecting your sexual lust for my Mom and my sister, if you don't stop with the vile and nasty comments, if you don't calm the fuck down, Tony, I won't finish telling you the story and you'll never know what happened."

"Sorry. Okay, I'm calm," said Tony taking a breath and exhaling. "I'm so calm that I'm one with the universe."

"Anyway, when she wasn't flashing me her panty, she was flashing me her pussy."

"No fucking way! Angela flashed you her pussy?"

"Yeah, lots of time. All the time. I told you that already."

"Fuck me. Sorry, but I was focused on the image of you seeing Angela's panties. Forget about seeing Angela's pussy, something I'd never see in a million years, but always wanted to see, I'd be happy, thrilled actually, just to see Angela's panties," said Tony even now more excitedly than he was before, while gently and more discreetly fingering his cock again. "So tell me, just so that I can be of more help to you, what does your sister's pussy look like?"

"What does my sister's pussy look like? How is telling you what my sister's pussy looks like going to help relieve me of my guilt for having sex with my mother and sister?" Vinnie looked at his friend with skepticism, before relenting and describing Angela's pussy with a shrug. "It's a pussy. If you've seen one pussy, you've seen them all."

"Yeah, but that's not just anyone's pussy. That's Angela's pussy," said Tony looking as if he was in love and getting even more sexually excited. "So, tell me, what did her pussy look like?"

"She has a trimmed pussy with dark brown hair," said Vinnie with another shrug. "She's Italian. Most Italian women have dark, brown pussies."

"God, I'd love to see your sister's sweet pussy. I'd love to cup her pussy in my hand. I'd love to finger her pussy, sniff her pussy, lick her pussy, and eat your sister's pussy, before fucking your sister's pussy."

"Are you done?"

"Yes."

"I knew it was a bad decision to think that I could confide in you," said Vinnie shooting his friend a hostile look. "Because I can stop telling you what happened right now, if you'd rather just fantasize and create your own fucking story."

"Sorry," said Tony, "but since the first day I met them, I've always lusted over Angela, just as I've always lusted over your Mom. Your Mom looks so good that they could have been sisters."

"Yeah, yeah," said Vinnie, while now believing all that Anthony was saying.

"If I didn't know that Connie was your mother, I would have thought she was Angela's sister. Yeah, I would have thought that they were twin sisters. They are two of the most beautiful women I've ever seen in my life."

"Take it easy, Tony. Just calm the fuck down."

"Sorry, so staying with the beginning again, what happened besides Angela flashing you her panties and pussy?"

"When she wasn't flashing me her panties and pussy, she was flashing me her tits."

"Oh, my God. Be still my heart. You saw your sister's tits, too?" Tony looked at his friend with shocked interest.

"Yeah, lots of times. I told you that they were undressing and dressing out in the open and were practically walking around the cabin naked. Besides that, she was always sitting outside with my mother and sunning topless," said Vinnie nonchalantly.

"Topless? Angela was topless? Oh, my God. I'd do anything to see Angela sitting out and sunning topless. I'd do anything to see Angela's big boobs. Just for the record, just as a way to cleanse your guilty conscience by unburdening my own, if only for the sake of helping you to feel better, you're going to have to tell me what Angela's tits look like and don't leave out any details, so that I can go home and--"

"Go home and what? Masturbate over my sister," said Vinnie throwing a pillow at his friend. "You're supposed to be here to help me by giving me your supportive understanding. I'm not telling you all the details of me having sex with my mother and sister for you to get sexually aroused," said Vinnie shooting his friend another angry look. "You're such a sick fuck, Tony."

"Sorry, but my sexual fantasies of your mother and sister are all I have. So, go ahead, I'll be quiet. I swear, I won't say another word. Just tell me what Angela's tits look like. Okay? Please?"

"I don't know if I want to tell you what my sister's tits look like or any more of what happened now. I don't think you can handle it."

"C'mon, Vinnie. I'll be quiet. I can handle it. I swear."

"Okay. Well, of course, just like my Mom has, Angela has a C cup. Her tits look just like my Mom's tits only--"

"Wait. You saw your Mom's tits, too?"

"Yeah, of course. Duh, I told you, when they were both sitting out sunning topless and they were both parading around the cabin practically naked, but I'll get to that later."

"Fuck me. This is so fucking unbelievable. Never in my life have I heard such a hot story. Fuck me, Vinnie, just fuck me."

"Do you want me to tell you the rest of the story or not?"

"Sorry. Go ahead. Please tell me about Angela's tits first, before telling me about your mother's tits."

"Her tits look just like my Mom's tits, big, round, full, shapely, and standing proud. Only, where my Mom has brown areolas and nipples and sag a little, Angela has pink areolas and nipples and are a bit higher up on her chest."

"What were Angela's nipples like? Tell me. Were they big? I like big nipples."

"They both have the same big nipples, the kind after you suck them, then pull them from your mouth, they make a popping sound, as if pulling a cork from a bottle of Chianti."

"Wait, you sucked Angela's tits?"

"I did."

"Fuck me," said Tony looking at his friend with a face full of sudden realization. "And you sucked your Mom's tits, too?"

"I did."

"Oh, my God, I can't believe this. So, lemme get this straight. Before you sucked your sister's tits and your mother's tits, you must have touched, felted, fondled, and caressed their tits, while fingering, pulling, and twisting their nipples. Right?"

"Of course."

"Oh, my God. Fuck me. You're such a lucky bastard, Vinnie. Why you're so down in the mouth with guilt and wanting to keep quiet about having sex with your hot mother and sexy sister is beyond me," said Tony. "I'd be telling everyone. I'd be screaming all that happened from the rooftops. I'd be posting naked pictures of them on the Internet."

"Because it's incest, Tony, and incest is frowned upon by society. Sometimes, you're such a dope."

"Incest? So what? Fuck society. The fact that you had two weeks of sexual pleasure with the two people you love more than anyone in the world is the important thing."

"You're wrong, Tony and I was wrong to go through with it. Incest is forbidden by the civilized general public of the world and now I'm so very embarrassed and ashamed."

"Who cares what the civilized general public thinks or frowns upon? Ask me if I give a shit what a Puritanical society cares, when harnessing me with the yoke of their misconstrued religious constrictions. Those judgmental cocksuckers are just jealous that they're not fucking their own mothers and sisters, and it wouldn't surprise me if they were fucking their mothers and sisters behind the closed doors of their bedrooms, while preaching differently to their congregation."

"Jesus Tony, calm the fuck down," said Vinnie. "Take a breath. If I knew you were going to be this upset, I wouldn't have told you all that happened. You make me wish I never told you what happened."

"Upset? I'm not upset. I'm just impassioned by all that you told me. Incest is the best. All you did was to sexually express your love for your mother and sister. All you did was to be the best loving son and best bonding brother they could have asked to have."

"Wrong. What I did was to break their bond of trust. What I did was to have illegal, incestuous sexual relations with a blood relative. What I did has more to do with expressing my repressed sexual lust for them than it has to do with expressing my love for them. What I did was to damage both of them that only years of psychotherapy can unravel."

"You're wrong, Vinnie. First of all it takes two and you were just as innocent and/or guilty, depending upon how one looks at it, as they were. Further, incest is not only legal but also accepted in many states and countries. You're the one that's twisted by allowing society to conform you to their manufactured norms by controlling your life. Incest is so hot, especially when feeling and sucking your mother's and/or your sister's tits. I can't believe you felt and sucked your mother's and your sister's tits," said Anthony rubbing his cock through his pants again. "I'd do anything to suck Connie's and Angela's big tits."

"Stop that! Stop rubbing your cock. God, that's so gross. You're making me feel worse, instead of better. You're making me feel as perverted as you are."

"Okay, but I'm just sayin' that because it's incestuous sex, incest makes this story even better. If I had a sister and a mother who looked as good as your sister and mother, I'd be having sex with them every day, multiple times a day, if I could."

"Yeah, but they're not related to you by blood. They're my sister and mother," said Vinnie looking at his friend with contempt. "Tell me this then. Would you fuck your sister and have your mother blow you?"

"You fucked Angela?"

"I did."

"And your mother sucked your cock?"

"She did."

"Holy Mother of God. I can't take anymore of this," said Tony fingering the head of his cock through his pants harder and longer this time.

"But you didn't answer my question, Tony."

"What question? You asked me a question? When did you ask me a question? I would have answered your question had you asked me a question, but I don't remember you asking me a question."

"Never mind. Just answer me this. Would you fuck your sister and have your mother blow you?"

"Gees Vinnie. Gross. You've seen my sister and mother. I'd have to put a double bag not only over their heads but also over their bodies, in case one broke. Even then with double bags over their heads and bodies, I'd have to be drunk and/or drugged out of my mind to have sex with either one of them. They have more hair on their arms and legs than I do. Guys won't touch either one of them with a ten foot pole, which is why they're both still home alone and living together."

"It was just a rhetorical question anyway?"

"A what question?"

"Never mind."

"Please continue, Vinnie. Don't let me interrupt you from telling me the hottest story I ever heard in my life. And don't leave anything out," said Tony pointing a fat finger at his muscular friend. "Tell me everything. Okay?"

"Okay. Well, even though both my sister and mother were flashing me, more than flashing me, practically walking around the cabin naked, sunning outside topless, and getting dressed and undressed practically out in the open and in front of me, the sex didn't start until we were in the water."

"Water? What do you mean the sex didn't start until you were in the water? In the ocean? You fucked them in the ocean? Lord have mercy on me. Oh, my God. I always wanted to do that, have sex with the Dolphins. I don't mean, actually fucking the big fish, but you know what I mean."

"They're not fish. They're mammals."

"Fish or mammals, who cares? Just go on with the story."

"Unfortunately, I do know what you mean and it's swimming with the dolphins and not having sex with the dolphins. Anyway, I did that, too--"

"You swam with the dolphins?"

"No for Christ sakes, I had sex in the ocean with my mother and sister, but that was much later and that's not what I meant by how the sex started in the water."

"Okay?"

"Even though I was already aroused and thinking inappropriate thoughts when my mother and sister dressed and undressed out in the open and in front of me, the sex started all so innocently, when I walked my Mom down to the shoreline."

"Oh, boy, oh, boy. Here is comes. After all of this buildup, this is the good part. Right?"

"Just listen without talking, Tony. Anyway, it was a beautiful day and because the cabin we rented had access to a private beach, we were the only two people on the beach. The cabin was so small, tiny actually, that we spent most of our time outside."

"How was the weather?"

"Beautiful every day. Anyway, we both had been drinking a little wine, more than a little, now that I remember. Talking, walking, laughing, and having a good time, she took my hand and we walked in the water together, as if we were boyfriend and girlfriend or husband and wife. As if we were to be baptized, using one another to brace against the chill of the water, we held onto one another, until we got used to the cool temperature of the water."

"I wish I had been there. I wish you had invited me, Vinnie," said Tony with sadness. "I wish I could have just watched you with your mother."

"My Mom can't swim and she held onto me longer and tighter than I held onto her. When I let go of her, even for a second, fearing she was going to be toppled over by a wave, she got frightened and anxiously reached out for me in the way that I reached out for her," said Vinnie ignoring his friend's plaints. "In her panicked drunkenness, not that she was falling down drunk, but we both were feeling relaxed. Quite by accident, I'm sure, she always managed to somehow brush my cock through my bathing suit with the back her hand or with her fingertips, when reaching for my arm. Then, when reaching for her I always managed to somehow brush against her breast or her ass with my fingertips."

"Fuck me," said Anthony wide-eyed agog.

"I'm embarrassed to admit, maybe because I was already horny from seeing them both topless and nearly naked and maybe it was the wine making me feel amorous, but her hand felt good and natural, when brushing against my cock. Every time she accidentally touched me, my cock pulsated and I imagined her keeping her hand there and touching me longer. What was just my mother's accidental and innocent touch, I made dirty by having incestuously inappropriate thoughts and I'm so ashamed of myself for having thought had those sexual thoughts."

"Oh, my God."

"Then, when I started bobbing up and down with her in the water with the waves crashing against us, while holding her so that she wouldn't fall, is when I started accidentally, of course, touching her and inadvertently rubbing my cock against her. The feeling of her wet bathing suit clad body against mine made me so horny and I had such an incredible erection that it was practically peeking out the top of my bathing suit."

"You do have a big cock. I wish my cock was a big as your cock."

"How do you know how big my cock is, you homo?"

"I've seen you in the gym. Anyway, you touched your Mom? You rubbed your big, hard cock up against your Mom?"

"Yeah, several times, but not in a sexual way and not on purpose," said Vinnie rolling his eyes, before looking at his friend with patient understanding. "Because of the force of the water and the unsteadiness of her being knocked around by the waves, I inadvertently felt the side of her ass and the side of her breasts several times, while reaching out for her in trying to save her from being knocked down."

"Oh, my God, I would have had my hands full of Connie's tits on the pretense of helping your drunken mother from drowning," said Tony with a demented laugh.

"None of it wasn't like that, but it was then that I realized that I was getting sexually aroused from all the accidental bumping, rubbing, and touching. Then, once I started becoming aroused, once I had an erection, something snapped inside of me and I was deranged with sexual passion for her. On the pretense of just frolicking in the water, is when I couldn't control myself and was more purposefully determined in feeling her body through her bathing suit."
"Fuck me. It just goes to show you Vinnie that you're human, too. I would have been aroused if I had been accidentally touching and inadvertently bumping and rubbing up against your mother, while touching her. I would have already been feeling up your mother, if I were there and I were you."

"Tony, I give you credit. I must admit that you're right in your assessment about my Mom's body. She's so hot and her body felt so good against me. Maybe it was the alcohol, the fact that I haven't had sex in a while, and the romantic setting of being alone on the beach with a hot woman, albeit my Mom, but I was getting so sexually aroused."

"I told you your Mom is a MILF," said Tony.

"I couldn't stop touching her, feeling her, and rubbing up against her. I imagine she felt the same way, too, about me because, even though I was touching her in places where no son should ever touch his mother, she didn't pull away from me when I was rubbing up against her. Now feeling like such an incestuous monster, what we were doing in having innocent fun in the water suddenly turned me into incestuous groping and touching session. She was getting me so aroused that I wanted to strip her naked and fuck her right there, Tony. Never had I been as hot for my Mom."

"You're not a monster, Vinnie. It wasn't your fault. Any son who had a mother who looks like your mother, especially after drinking a lot of wine, would have copped a cheap feel, too."

"Then, further down the shore, with not a soul in sight, we found a cave protected inlet where the water was shoulder high, when sitting down in it. Because it was so hot outside, sitting there in the soft sand with the shade overhead and the water splashing and sloshing about our chest and shoulders felt therapeutic, as if we were sitting in a warm, fully enclosed bathtub."

"Oh, my God, this is getting good."

"It was so picturesque. It was so romantic. So, there we were sitting beside one another relaxing, talking, and laughing, while enjoying the cool motion of the water and taking in the beautiful view of the ocean, when my mother said what I was thinking."

"Hold me," she said.

"Fuck me," Tony said.

"When I reached my arm out for her to put around her shoulder, she was already kneeling in front of me. I was confused. To be honest, Tony, and I know it's so wrong of me to think this, but when she was kneeling like that in front of me, I thought about her sucking my cock. With so many incestuous thoughts controlling my mind, feeling a little drunk and a lot horny, I didn't know what she was doing or what she wanted me to do. She looked like she wanted to get on top of me."

"Jesus Christ, Vinnie. Jesus Christ," exhaled Tony. "This is unbelievable."

"Spread your legs, so that I can get comfortable," she said turning around and sitting in the water in front of me.

"With me sitting behind my Mom with my legs spread wide open to accommodate her and with the top of her buttocks pressed snugly against me, as if she was a boat tightly tied at dock, the slow back and forth rhythmic motion of the water, made her ass gently bob up and down against my rock hard cock. Even being submerged in the water, it didn't take me long to get fully aroused again. With my erect cock rubbing up against her ass crack, as if we were inadvertently humping one another, with the action of the movement of the water, and with our bathing suit material being so thin and slippery, the combined sexual and sensual sensation made me feel, as if we were both naked and having sex. If I didn't know any better, Tony, this is how it must feel for me to fuck my mother up the ass and I so wanted to take her anally."

"Oh, my God, Vinnie, oh, my God, don't stop now," said Tony stealthily covering his hand with one hand and feeling the head of his cock with the other, while intently and excitedly listening.

"Then, when I wrapped my arms around her waist, the bottom of her breasts came in contact with my forearms and the top of my hands. More sensually erotic than sexual, the feel of my Mom's tits was indescribable. My Mom has nice tits and it took all the control I had not to reach up and cup her breasts. Even though I was hugely aroused, soft, but firm, the sensation of her breasts resting on the top of my hands felt more comforting than sexual. Briefly forgetting she was my mother, I lifted my hands a fraction of an inch higher to stealthily feel more of her breasts. I so wanted to turn my hands palms up and cup her breasts and finger her nipples."

"Hold me," she said. "Hug me," she said, taking my hands and moving them higher up on her chest. "Touch me," she said.

"Touch her? I couldn't believe she ask me to touch her. Touch her where? Was she asking me to feel her tits? Afraid to cross the line, I just froze. I didn't know where she wanted me to touch her. I was so confused, that is, until she took my hands in hers, lifted them even higher, and placed them on her breasts."

"So, let me get this straight. You're Mom put your hands on her tits?"

"Yes, but it was more her upper chest than it was her tits. To think that I was holding my mother's tits would be sexual, but to think that I was hugging my mother's chest from behind was more of a loving act."

"I see, but just so that I can get a visual, you're sitting in the water behind your mother with your legs spread, while bobbing up and down with the motion of the water and with your erection rubbing against her ass and her ass rubbing up and down against your cock, while your hands are feeling her tits, I mean chest. Is that right?"

"You make it sound dirty, Tony, when it was a beautiful and loving moment, a real mother and son connection. My hands were more holding her chest and not her breasts, while supporting her from floating away in the water, than feeling her tits. My hands weren't moving at all, not really. I mean, they were moving with the motion of the water, of course, so, yeah, I guess, now that I think about it, my palms were inadvertently rubbing up against her nipples. Now that I recall, as soon as I touched her breasts with the motion of the water, as soon as I accidentally cupped her breasts with my hands, her nipples responded and I could feel her nipples growing harder against my palms."

"Fuck me."

"She rested her head against my shoulder and we stayed like that for a while without talking and just relaxing with the motion of the water, as if we were too castaways stranded on a deserted island."

"And with you rubbing your erection against your mom, humping your mother's ass, while holding her tits--"

"It wasn't like that, Tony. Nonetheless, someone seeing us from the distance could misconstrue our true intentions and I agree that my Mom inadvertently gave me such a huge erection, but I was already horny from all that had happened in the cabin."

"If that was me holding your mother's tits with her ass bobbing up and down against my cock, I would have shot my load in my bathing suit. I swear to God, I would have ripped off her bathing suit and raped her right there on the beach."

"You're such a sick fuck, Tony. You make everything good seem dirty. How dare you say you'd rape my Mom?"

"Sorry, Vinnie. I only meant that I'd rape your mother in a good way and not a violent way."

"Just stop talking, Tony."

"Okay, please continue."

"The water feels so good, like a warm bath," she said. "My legs have been aching so very much lately. It's hard getting old," she said with such a sad little laugh that I felt sorry for her.

"She's been alone since my Dad left years ago. We all need love and she hasn't had the touch of a man in years. Even though I was getting aroused, I knew she wasn't that is..." said Vinnie looking at his friend, before looking through his friend, as if he was back on the beach holding his Mom.

"That is what? What do you mean, that is? You just can't stop there and not finish what you were saying, Vinnie."

"Calm down and just give me a second to collect my thoughts, Tony. Okay?"

"Sorry Vinnie."

"You're not old, Mom," I said. "You're only in your early forties." Afraid to ask the question, fearing she'd take it the wrong way, while hoping she'd say yes, I asked anyway. "Would you like me to massage your legs, Mom?"

"Oh, that would feel so nice, Vinnie," she said turning her head to give me a peck on the lips. "I haven't had a leg massage, since your father left me for that young bimbo."

"Sorry, Mom."

"It's okay," she said giving me another peck on the lips.

"Your Mom kissed you?''

"It was just a peck, Tony. It was no big deal. My Mom is always kissing me. We're a close family, only, that's an understatement now, after having had sex with her. We're a really close family, now, if you know what I mean."

"Oh, I know exactly what you mean," said Tony raising his hand to his mouth to make it look like he was giving a blowjob.

"Stop that, you degenerate. None of it was like that. More sensual than sexual, if was anything, it was beautiful."

"Sorry, go ahead with your story. It's just that my Mom never kissed me, not that I'd want my Mom to kiss me. I'm just sayin'."

"Are you done?"

"Yeah."

"Anyway, when I reached down to gently massage her thighs, after only a few minutes of massaging her legs, with her head resting on my shoulder, she took both my hands in hers and squeezed, before slowly sliding them toward her center."

"What? Her center? What do you mean towards her center? The center of what?" Vinnie responded to Anthony question with a nod. "Are you fucking kidding me? You were touching your Mom's pussy?"

"It was through her bathing suit, you moron, but yes, I guess I did have my hands close to her pussy."

"Oh, my God."

"Then, moving my hands and running my fingers along the width of her, she closed my hands around her pussy. I'm embarrassed to say that I was cupping my Mom's pussy. I don't know, maybe she was drunk, sleeping, daydreaming, or having a sexual fantasy, but by the forceful direction of her fingers pressed over mine, she slowly moved my fingers back and forth and up and down, while tracing her slit and rubbing her clit. Afraid to awaken her, I didn't dare move. At first, I thought I was touching her in that inappropriate way, but now that I think of it, my Mom had me fingering her pussy and fingering her clit, while pressing and rubbing on her bean through the thin material of her bathing suit was more like it," said Vinnie with an embarrassed laugh.

"Fuck me. Just fuck me," said Tony rubbing the top of his cock, as if he had an itch and was scratching it. "I don't fucking believe your mother was making you masturbate her through her bathing suit. I swear to God, I would have pushed her bathing suit aside, stuck my fingers inside her bathing suit, and finger fucked her. Oh, yeah, I would have finger fucked your Mom. By the action of my long, stiff, fat fingers, I would have made her scream my name."

"That's enough, Tony."

"You're such a fucking, lucky bastard, Vinnie, such a fucking, lucky bastard. You don't even know what a fucking, lucky bastard you are. I can't believe she placed your hands on her tits, before putting your hands on her pussy. I can't believe you masturbated your Mom, Vinnie. I can't believe you masturbated your Mom."

"Jesus Christ, Tony, you make it sound all so inappropriate that you may as well take out your cock and start masturbating."

"May I?" Tony unzipped himself and reached his hand inside to pull out his cock. "Thanks Vinnie that would be such a relief. You're such a good and understanding friend."

"No, you fucking pervert. Don't you fucking dare take out your cock in front of me. I don't want to see your cock and I surely don't want to watch you or even hear you masturbate over what I'm telling you in confidence that happened between my mother, sister, and I."

"Sorry, sorry," said Tony putting his cock back in his pants and zipping them.

"So, what happened then?"

"That's it," said Vinnie subdued by Tony's perverseness.

"That's it? What do you mean, that's it? You make it sound as if it was no big deal."

"When I think back about it, it was all so very innocent. As if returning the favor, a son holding his mother in the way that a mother would have held her son, while giving birth to him in the water. When removing your sexual and incestuous connotation of what really happened, it was such a beautiful and non-sexual experience," said Vinnie looking at his friend. "Do you understand?"

"I see," said Tony, "but some could misconstrue what you were doing was not holding your mother but humping your mother, while feeling her tits and rubbing her nipples, before fingering her pussy, and masturbating her."

"Yeah, well, I suppose. Perverts, such as yourself could misconstrue a mother's love for her son and a son's love for his mother as something sexual. Perverts, such as yourself, could misconstrue what we were doing was humping, touching, groping, and masturbating, when all that happened between us was that I was holding her. Perverts such as yourself believe that everything is sexual. Only..." said Vinnie looking off out his bedroom window and falling silent.

"Only what? What? What do you mean by saying only? You just can't say only and not explain yourself, Vinnie."

"Gees, Tony, calm the fuck down and I'll tell you. Okay?"

"Okay."

"My Mom told my sister about the special place where we sat in the water and relaxed. Of course, my sister wanted me to take her there, too."

"What? Get the fuck outta here. Don't tell me you were sitting like that with Angela, too?"

"I was."

"Oh, fuck me, just fuck me. Was your cock rubbing up against Angela's round ass, too, while her shapely backside bobbed up and down in the water against your erection? Were you humping your sister in the way you humped, I mean, held your mother?"

"It was, she was, and I was."

"And your hands were feeling, I mean, holding her big tits, I mean, her upper chest too, so that she wouldn't float away in the water?"

"They were."

"Tell me this, then, did your hands massage her thighs, before (gulp) cupping and/or fingering her pussy, I mean, her center?"

"They did."

"Fuck me. Oh, fuck me. Just fuck me. I can't believe you masturbated your sister, too. Have mercy on me, Vinnie. You have to allow me to stroke the monster," said Tony looking at his best friend with pleading eyes.

"Okay, but hold this pillow up against you. I don't want to see your cock. And don't make any noises, grunts, moans, or sounds. I want to pretend that I don't know what you're doing behind that pillow. I really don't want to hear or see you masturbating. Here's some tissues. If you get one drop of cum on my bed or my pillow, I'll kill you."

"Okay, okay, thanks Vinnie. You're a real pal," said Tony unzipping himself again, but this time removing his cock and slowly stroking himself. "Then, what happened? Tell me."

"Well, it was that very night of the day that I held my Mom and sister in the water that my mother came in my room very late at night. All set to masturbate over all that I saw, touched, and felt of my mother and sister, she surprised me by coming in my room unannounced so late at night."

"Oh, my God," said Tony under his breath. "This is it. Here comes the good part. Right? Here we go. Finally, here we go."

"I can't sleep," she said. "I heard a noise outside my window that woke me up and I'm afraid."

"I'll go check it out, Mom," I said sitting up in bed.

"No," she said, "whoever was out there is gone. Can you hold me, until I fall asleep?"

"Of course, Mom," I said laying back down, sliding over, and making room for her in my bed.

"Oh, my God. This is the good part, right?" Tony rubbed his hands together, as if he was a horsefly about to land on a piece of excrement. "Is this where you fuck your mother or where she sucks your cock?" Tony stroked himself faster.

"Calm down, Tony. Just calm the fuck down. And I swear if you get a drop of cum anywhere on my bed, I'll make you lick it off and suck it up."

"Okay, okay. So tell me what happened."

"If you tell anyone I told you this, I'll kill you," said Vinnie punching the pillow that Tony was holding up between him and his friend.

"I won't. I promise. I won't tell a soul."

"Well, we don't have air conditioning in the cabin. Leaving all the windows open at night with the screens down, we relied on the cross breeze to keep us cool. I don't know, maybe there was a peeper watching my mother sleep," said Vinnie with a laugh, while looking at his friend accusingly. "Where were you, by the way?"

"Fuck you, asshole. I was home alone in bed, but I would have been there with you, had my best fucking friend invited me to vacation with his hot mother and sexy sister."

"Anyway, of course, my Mom sleeps naked and she was naked, when she walked in my room."

"Naked? Your mother sleeps naked? Connie was naked?"

"Yes," said Vinnie nodding his head.

" I didn't know Connie slept naked. Oh, my God. Wait, back up and slow down. Start from where your mother walked in your room naked?"

"My Mom walked in my room naked," said Vinnie looking at his fat friend. "She was naked, when she walked in my room. Okay?"

"Fuck me. I would have given anything to see Connie naked. I would have loved to see Connie naked. It's always been my sexual fantasy to see your Mom naked."

"And I was lying there naked, too."

"Wait, don't rush this part. So you naked, too?"

"Yes."

"You were both naked."

"For Christ's sakes, Tony. Yes, we were both naked."

"Okay, go ahead. I just needed my images to catch up with what you were saying."

"At first I thought about grabbing my robe, but it was so dark anyway. Besides, after the day that I spent with my Mom and sister, I was horny. I don't know what I was expecting to do, but I figured that this was my opportunity, if something was going to happen."

"Oh, my God. Fuck me. Just fuck me," said Tony stroking his cock faster. "Here it comes. Here it comes. This is it, baby. This is it."

She climbed in bed with me and cuddled up against me. It was so comforting to feel my mother laying there beside me naked. With her head resting on my chest and her hand laying across my stomach, that feeling of caring, closeness, and motherly bonding was unlike any sensation that I've ever experienced."

"Bonding my ass. Just get to the sex part, will you. You're killing me with the suspense," said Tony.

"Shh! Anyway, I was being held by my Mom and it was surreally comforting feeling the warmth of my mother's naked body against my naked body. Assuredly, even though I was terribly horny, especially in the beginning, not thinking of it as sexual, thinking of it as more of a motherly touch, not violating her touch by thinking of it as being incestuous, the experience felt so natural and loving. To be honest, she made me feel, as if I was her baby boy again and I felt so blessed to be so loved."

"Jesus Christ, Vinnie, give me a fucking break. Do you think me so stupid to expect me to believe that your naked mother lying in bed with her naked son wasn't sexual? This story is so fucking hot that if I was reading this on Literotica and if it wasn't you telling me this story, I'd never believe any of it. If I was to read this story somewhere, I'd never believe that your mother coming in your room naked and lying in your bed with you naked, too, wasn't sexual."

"Well, of course, admittedly, I'm only human, too, and with my Mom's naked tits against my naked body and her hand only inches away from my quickly swelling cock, I started thinking about her touching me, stroking me, and blowing me. With her lying beside me naked, I started thinking about touching my Mom in an inappropriate way, too. I started thinking about making slow, sweet love to my Mom. Then, when I started thinking about touching her, as soon as she fell asleep, I started getting an erection."
"I would have had an erection, as soon as she walked in the room naked. I would have already been all over that hot, sexy bitch."

"Don't call my Mom a bitch, you bastard."

"Sorry, I meant no disrespect," said Tony leaning away and raising his hands, as if warding off Vinnie's anticipated blows. "I only meant the word bitch as an endorsement of how hot your Mom is and as an endearment as how fond I am of your mother."

"Fuck you, Tony."

"Sorry, Vinnie, but don't let me stop you now from finishing the story. Please, for the love of God, continue."

"It was so dark in the room and even after my eyes adjusted to the dim moonlight, we could barely see anything. Every time she moved or took a breath, I could feel her patch of pubic hair rubbing against my thigh. The anticipation, expectation, and connotation of my Mom's naked pussy against my naked thigh gave me goose bumps, along with an even harder erection. I so wanted to reach down and touch her. I so wanted to reach down and feel her, before fingering her. I so wanted to make sweet love to her, but I knew it'd be wrong and I knew she'd rebuke me. Totally innocent in her intent to come into my room for comfort, even though we were lying there naked in the dark, incest was a line that I just couldn't cross but that didn't stop me from wanting to cross it."

"Jesus Christ, Vinnie. Jesus Christ. Then, what happened?"

"With my arm around my mother and her sleeping so close to me, trying to fall to sleep, I couldn't. I was so hot and horny and my cock was so very hard and throbbing that I thought I was just going to explode with cum. Then, when my cock started to involuntarily pulsate, unable to stop it or move away without disturbing my Mom, the head of my cock pushed against my Mom's forearm."

"If that was me, lying there naked with Connie naked up against me, I would have already shot my load," said Tony.

"I could have moved, I suppose, without disturbing my Mom. In hindsight, I should have moved, of course. Perhaps, with a bit of self-restraint, I could have stopped my cock from pulsating and pushing against her forearm, but it felt so good to push my cock against my Mom. Treading new and forbidden ground, maybe I was hoping she'd notice. Maybe I was hoping she make the first step and take me in hand and stroke me. Maybe I was hoping she take me in her mouth and suck me. Truth be told, I was hoping she would."

"Oh, my God," said Tony crossing himself, before stroking himself.

"Did I do that? Did I give my son an erection?" She looked down at my cock, before reaching her hand down to ever so lightly touch and finger the head of my cock with her fingertips.

"I can't believe she touched your cock. I would have exploded my load right then and there," said Anthony, "if your Mom just looked at my cock, never mind touched my the head of my cock and she's not even my mother. I don't know how you could have controlled yourself. You're a frigging saint, Vinnie, a frigging saint, that's what you are, a frigging saint, Saint fucking Vinnie."

"It wasn't like that, Tony, not in the way that you think it was. To have my mother touch me and finger my cock in that way, her touch felt like nothing I have ever felt before. Even though it may sound sexual to you, Tony, I swear, the experience of our lying naked together with my Mom fingering the head of my cock wasn't to me. Feeling her so close to me was all so innocent and all so loving and even though I had inappropriate incestuous thoughts and even though I had the hardest erection I ever had, I was able to squelch those incestuous thoughts and enjoy the mother and son bonding experience."

"Good God almighty, Vinnie, God almighty," said Tony stroking himself faster. "You've got to be fucking kidding me. Mother and son bonding experience my ass. I would have already had my cock in Connie's mouth, if that was me. Oh, yeah, she'd be sucking me off long before now."

"Are you done?"

"Yeah."

"Sorry, Mom," I said embarrassed and feeling so much like the incestuous pervert that I was. "Maybe I should get up and put on something."

"No. You needn't do that," she said, as if cooing, while moving closer, getting more comfortable, and holding me tighter."

"Then, with my cock pulsating against her fingertips and her fingertips lightly fingering the head of my cock, enjoying the sensation of her gently touching me, neither of us talked. With my Mom touching me in that loving way made me so hard. Without her even stroking me, I felt as if I'd cum all over her fingertips. Anticipating what was about to happen, knowing she was about to take hold my cock in her hand, while wondering if she was going to stroke me, I didn't breathe. Unable to go beyond the point of no return, lying there quietly in the dark, while knowing we were about to cross the line from what was appropriate to inappropriate between a mother and a son, I waited for my Mom to make the first move and take hold of my cock in her hand and stroke me."

"Make the first move? Are you kidding me? What are you saying? What the Hell were you waiting for? Wrong with me? What the Hell is wrong with you? As if she came in your room with a neon fucking sign around her neck that read, fuck me stupid, she came in your room naked, while, no doubt, knowing you were naked, too, for God's sakes," said Tony. "I would have already pushed her head down on my prick. I would have already made her blow me. Oh, yeah, she'd be sucking my cock long before now, that's for sure. Suck this, Connie. Blow me, you incestuous slut."

"Don't call my Mom a slut, asshole."

"Sorry, Vinnie. I'm just so aroused that I don't know what I'm saying. Please forgive me."

"Do you want to hear the rest of the story or not?"

"I do," said Tony. "Please continue."

"I can give you some relief," she said.

"Oh, my God," said Tony.

"What do you mean?" I looked at her through the dark and watched her staring down at my cock, while fingering the top of it.

"I can make you relax," she said looking up at me, while touching more of my cock with her fingertips, before taking more of it in her hand.

"I'd very much like to relax with you, Mom, I said naively thinking that we were going to actually fall asleep together and not have sex with one another."

"I can give you pleasure," she said.

"Pleasure?"

"For such a guy that has it all together, sometimes you're such a dope, Vinnie, not to know that you Mom wanted to fuck you and not sleep with you," said Tony with disappointment on his face.

"Now knowing exactly what she meant, I looked at her through the dark and watched as she reached down and cupped my balls, before taking hold of my entire cock in her hand. Then ever so slowly, she gently stroked me."

"Fuck, Vinnie. Fuck. I can't believe your mother was giving you a hand job. I'd do anything for your mother to give me a hand job."

"Let me tell you, Tony, I've had a lot of hand jobs in my life, but I've never had a hand job like the one that my mother was giving me. When she cupped my balls, I thought I was going to explode. Even though her hand was tightly clasped around my cock, even though she was stroking my big prick, I still didn't think of what she was doing as sexual. Her touch was so loving and she was so gentle but focused to get me to cum that I didn't want to disappoint her by not cumming. I guess I wanted to show my Mom that I loved her enough by cumming for her."

"Oh, my God, Vinnie, oh, my God. This story is driving me insane with desire for your Mom. I wish I were you. I so wish I were you. I wish Connie was my Mom. I wish your mother would give me hand job, I do, I really do."

"Then, when she slid down the bed, kissed my cock and licked my cock, before taking my cock in her mouth is when I knew what she really meant by giving me some relief and relaxing me."

"Oh, my God! Fuck me! Fuck me! Are you kidding me? Your mother was blowing you? Connie was sucking your cock? I don't fucking believe it."

"Yes."

"I can't believe your Mom sucked your cock. I'm shocked. I'm insane with desire for her. Did she really suck your cock?"

"She did."

"What was it like, Vinnie? Tell me. What did it feel like to have your mother suck your cock? Is Connie the cocksucker that I imagined she'd be?"

"It was wonderful, Tony. It was a feeling that I've never experienced before."

"Now tell me that you didn't take your mother giving you a blowjob as sexual."

"I didn't. You just don't understand, Tony, but it wasn't like that. Honestly, it wasn't as sexual, as much as it was loving, a mother's love for her son."

"I don't fucking believe it. Unfucking unbelievable, I just don't fucking believe your mother blew you and you believe that it was an act of love, instead of an act of incest. What are you President Clinton? How you can think a blowjob isn't a sexual act is beyond me."

"You're supposed to be helping me through a confusing time, Tony. I won't continue, unless you stop interrupting me and disrespecting my mother."

"Okay, sorry. My lips are sealed."

"The sensation of her warm, wet mouth felt better than any blowjob I received from anyone."

"Better than the one the Christine Anderson gave you Prom night?"

"Much better?"

"Better than the one Diane, that hot college cheerleader in college, gave you, after winning the football game?"

"So much better."

"Jesus Christ, Vinnie, I'd sell my soul to be you. I'd do anything to have your Mom suck my prick."

"Wait. Not so fast. I haven't even told you the good part, yet," said Vinnie with a sly smile on his face.

Anthony looked at his friend, as if he had hit the lottery.

"The good part? That wasn't even the good part, yet? Are you serious? Are you fucking kidding me? If your mother giving you a hand job, before sucking your cock is not the good part, I don't know what is, unless, wait, don't tell me that your sister walks in on your Mom sucking your prick," said Anthony with a laugh that told Vinnie that he really didn't believe she did, that is, until Vinnie nodded his head in the affirmative. "Are you serious? Did Angela see Connie with your cock in her mouth." Tony looked at his friend incredulously. "Did she?"

"She did."

"She did what?"

"She walked in my room."

"Oh, fuck me," said Tony. "What did she say? Tell me, what did she say, when she saw your prick in your mother's mouth?"

"I told you it was dark, so very dark. I don't think Angela saw my Mom sucking my cock. Besides, it wasn't so much what my sister said, as what she did."

"What she did? What did Angela do, Vinnie? Tell me. What did Angela do? She's such a sexy slut."

"Don't call my sister a slut, you Neanderthal."

"Sorry, Vinnie, sorry. I only meant that Angela was a slut in the nicest possible sense of the word. I meant it as a compliment. I'd never call your sexy sister a slut. I love your sister."

"Okay, okay, enough," said Vinnie. "Well, even though it was dark, I could clearly see that Angela was naked, too."

"Oh, fuck me," said Tony stroking his cock. "Oh, my God, I'd give anything to see Angela naked. She has such a hot body. So, what did Angela say, when she came in the room?"

"I couldn't sleep, she said. Can I sleep with you, too?"

"Oh, my God. Are you kidding me? Your sister asked to sleep with you, too. I don't fucking believe this."

"Yes, she did."

"So, Angela knew that you're mother was there sleeping with you. Right?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, my God. You're right this is the good part."

"May I finish the story, Tony?"

"Sorry, Vinnie. Sure, go ahead. What did you say, when Angela asked you if she could sleep with you, too? Of course, you said, yes, right? Christ, you'd never say no to having your naked sister sleeping with you and your naked mother. Right?"

"Shh, just stop talking, Tony. Please, just stop talking."

"Okay. Sorry. I won't say another word. I promise. I'm done talking about--"

"Shut the fuck up!"

"Sorry."

"Sure, I said knowing I was already aroused and erect and hoping that Angela would finish where my mother had left off."

"Your sexy sister can sleep with me any day, any day, Vinnie. Sorry, Vinnie, but I just needed to say that. I just wanted you to know that I'm in love with your sexy sister and, of course, with your mother, too."

"Shhh!" Vinnie eyed his friend to silence, before speaking again. "As soon as Angela appeared in the doorway, my Mom removed my cock from her mouth, moved up to me, and made herself comfortable beneath my arm, while Angela climbed in bed and made herself comfortable beneath my other arm. So there I am naked in bed with my naked mother on one side of me and my naked sister on the other side of me. To feel both their breasts against my ribs and both their pubic hair against my thigh excited me to no end."

"I'd give up a winning lottery ticket to have your naked mother on one side of me and your naked sister on the other side of me. I'd give anything to feel their naked bodies up against me," said Anthony cowering from the look that Vinnie shot him. "Then, what happened? Tell me. Then, what happened?"

"Well, we stayed like that for a long while, the three of us sleeping together naked. To be honest, I couldn't sleep a wink. It took all the self-control I had not to reach down and grab my mom's and my sister's ass but, as if it was all a dream, a surreal sexual fantasy, I feared that I'd scare them away by being so sexual."

"Oh, my God. I would have been all over their sexy, shapely bodies. I would have been feeling them and touching them everywhere," said Anthony stroking his cock faster. "I would have fucked Angela right there."

"Then, as if I was dreaming, I felt someone lightly touching my cock. Feeling so much like I was experiencing a sexual fantasy in reality, it felt so good. Of course, after my Mom gave me such an incredible hand job and blowjob, I thought it was my Mom wanting to continue where we stopped."

"Who was it, Vinnie? Tell me. Was it your mother or your sister?"

"It was Angela. Angela had her hand around my cock and was giving me a slow, delicate, and sensual hand job, even more incredible than the one my Mom had given me. With just the exact right amount of pressure, as if her hand belonged there, her hand felt so good wrapped around my cock."

"Wow. I knew Angela was a sexpot."

"At that point, after spending days with my sister flashing me, my Mom and sister undressing in front of me and practically walking around naked, and with them sunning topless and walking the beach naked, and me walking around naked, too, I was beyond being able to stop from crossing the incestuous line. Then, with me holding my Mom and my sister in the water and masturbating them, while rubbing up against them, and with my mother coming in my room naked and giving me a hand job, before blowing me, I was so frigging horny that I was past the point of no return."

"You're a saint, Vinnie, a fucking saint possessing all that self-control. I would have already been out of my mind. I would have already lost my load. I would have gone past the point of no return a long time ago."

"Angela was the last straw. Feeling my sister's hot, naked body pressed against me and my cock in her hand, was all that I could take. Now with my sister coming in the room naked and giving me a hand job, too, I lost my mind, when I whispered, suck my cock, Angela. Blow me. Suck it. Suck my big prick, Angela. I need to cum in your mouth. Tony, I couldn't believe that I was talking like that to my sister, but I was deranged. I needed her to blow me, really suck me. I needed to cum in her mouth."

"Fuck me up the ass. Just fuck me up the ass. And did she, Vinnie? Did Angela suck your cock?"

"She did."

"Oh, fuck me. Just fuck me. Fuck me. I can't believe Angela blew you. I'd give anything to feel Angela's beautiful mouth, lips, and tongue on my cock. It's been my lifelong dream to cum not only in your mother's mouth but also in your sister's mouth, too."

"Are you done?"

"Sorry, Vinnie, sorry. Please continue with the best fucking incest story that I ever heard in my life."

"So, there I am getting a blowjob from my sexy sister, when my Mom puts a hand to my chin, pulls my face over to her lips and gives me a deep, wet, French kiss. I could taste my cock on my mother's lips, but I didn't care. The taste of myself on my Mom's mouth aroused me even more. Now, let me tell you, there's no feeling in the world better than my sister sucking my cock, while my mother is French kissing me."

"Oh, my God. Oh, my God, Vinnie. This is so fucking unbelievable. This is the best story I've ever heard in my life."

"Wait, Tony, I haven't even told you the best part, yet."

"The best part? Get the fuck outta here. Are you kidding me? You mean it gets better than this? How can it possibly get any better than your mother giving you a hand job and blowing you, and your sister giving you a hand job and blowing you? I don't know how it can possibly get any better than you making out with your Mom, while your sister is sucking your cock."

"Trust me. It get better," said Vinnie with a shit eating grin.

"To be honest, I don't know if I can take anymore, Vinnie. I'm ready to shoot my load right now," said Tony pausing his stroking. "I'm so close to cumming. I'm so close."

"Okay, then I won't bother telling you the best part and what happens, next."

"No, wait, that's okay, Vinnie. I can take it. Tell me, please. Tell me what happens next, otherwise, I'll never sleep for the rest of my life."

"Angela removes my cock from her mouth and, while still holding my cock in her hot hand and slowly stroking me, my Mom and my sister start kissing, French kissing, and really making out. My Mom and my sister are really going at one another now. They started touching one another everywhere. Angela was feeling my Mom's tits and my Mom was fingering Angela's nipples."

"Oh, my God. Sweet Mary mother of Jesus. Lord have mercy on me because with all that I'm thinking, I'm going straight to Hell."

"I moved out of the way to give them some room and watched them from the end of the bed. I was so tempted to turn on a light, but, fearing the illumination would end their incestuous lesbian love making, I didn't. That's when my sister climbed on top of my mother and, as if they were sailors on shore leave, the two of them started really kissing and making out. My Mom was fingering Angela's pussy, while Angela was fingering my Mom's pussy."

"You're right, Vinnie. This is the best part."

"Then, Angela slid down and fell between my Mom's legs. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, Tony. I couldn't believe my eyes. Angela was really fingering my Mom's pussy, finger fucking her, before she started licking her pussy, while still fucking her with her fingers and rubbing her clit."

"Get the fuck outta here. Get the fuck outta here, Vinnie. No fucking way. I don't fucking believe it. Now I really don't fucking believe you. Angela's not lesbian or bi-sexual. Angela would never eat a pussy. You're making this shit up now. I know you are. I love Angela."

"I swear to God, Tony. Angela was licking my Mom's pussy. Angela gave my Mom an orgasm with her fingers and with her mouth and then my Mom returned the favor. My Mom moved down between Angela's legs and started eating out her pussy, too. My Mom was really going at Angela's pussy, finger fucking her, rubbing her clit, and licking her. They were sex machines, Tony, they were so hot for one another. Never have I seen anything like this, even in the raunchiest porn movie."

"Fucking unbelievable. This is just so fucking unbelievable."

"Wait, I haven't even told you the best part."

"It gets better than this?" Tony looked at his friend with disbelief. "It can't possibly get any better than your mother and sister undressing and dressing in front of you, sunning topless, walking the beach naked, you humping them, while masturbating them, them walking in your room and lying in your bed naked, giving you a hand job and a blowjob, and French kissing you, before they had lesbian sex. How can it possibly get any better than that, Vinnie? How?"
"We had a three way."

"Oh, my God," said Tony holding his chest. "If I wasn't so young, I'd die of a heart attack."

"After my Mom gave Angela an orgasm, my Mom mounted me and sat backwards on my cock, while Angela sat forward on my face."

"Holy shit. You fucked your mother, while eating your sister? I can't believe you fucked your mother, while eating Angela at the same time. You're such a fucking, lucky bastard, such a fucking, lucky bastard."

"Actually, it was more my Mom fucking me, while Angela practically sat on my face."

"Wow."

"My sister's entire cunt was practically in my mouth and my whole face was covered with her pussy juice, she was so wet. There I was eating my sister's pussy and playing with her big tits, while fucking my mother or, more like it, my Mom was fucking me. Wilder than any fantasy that I ever had about my sister, my mother, or anyone, I couldn't believe that I was doing them both at the same time."

"Tell me, Vinnie. What was it like to fuck your mother and eat out your sister?"

"Let me tell you, I had my sister screaming and when my Mom heard my sister getting off, she started getting off, again, too. Now, I was pounding my mother's pussy, really humping her cunt and fucking her, while licking and finger fucking my sister's pussy. Then, after they both had an orgasm, they switched and I was eating my Mom's pussy, while fucking Angela. Never in my life have I had such incredible sex. Never in my life have I fucked anyone as deep and as hard, as I fucked my Mom, before fucking Angela. I still can't believe that I ate both their pussies."

"I can't believe you had a threesome with your Mom and your sister," said Tony. "That's just so fucking unbelievable. It's always been my sexual fantasy to have a threesome with your MILF of a mother and sexy sister, but it must have been so much more incestuously exciting for you to have a threesome with your hot Mom and sister," said Tony stroking his cock faster and getting ready to cum.

"That's not all, Tony. That's not all. We spent the entire two weeks fucking and sucking," said Vinnie with a smile that faded as quickly as it appeared. "Then, when we returned home, they both acted as if nothing ever happened."

"What? As if nothing ever happened? Seriously? That's too fucking bizarre. Too fucking bizarre, Vinnie. If I didn't know this was a true story, I'd never believe it," said Tony.

"True story? I never said this was a true story, Tony."

"What? What do you mean? Are you shitting me? This isn't a true story?"

"No, this is just a story that I'm writing for the Summer Lovin' contest for Literotica"

"Are you fucking kidding me? You're a fucking asshole, Vinnie. Oh, my God, you're such a fucking asshole. How could you tell me a fucking story like that about your own mother and sister, unless it was true? How could you malign your mother and sister by telling me you fucked them, ate them, and they fucked and sucked you? How could you allow me to sit here with my cock in my hand, while masturbating over all that--"

"Knock, knock," said my Mom coming in my room naked with my naked sister behind her.

Tony stopped stroking himself to stare at my naked Mom and naked sister in total disbelief.

"We're going for a swim and wanted to know if you two wanted to join us," said Angela.

"I see that you're way ahead of us, Tony," said my Mom with a laugh, while staring at Tony still holding his exposed, stiff prick in his hand. "I can give you some relief, if you'd like, Tony. I can help make you relax."

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