In the Bays of Sardinia [blank] 06

Illustrated version see author's page "About"

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Text with kind approval © gurgy

Thank you kenji for your assistance

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When Paul woke up, he noticed that his wife was no longer lying next to him, she had obviously already gotten up. He listened into the tent, but only heard distant noises from the campsite. Surely the others had already gone to take a shower. He was immediately reminded of the day before, when he stood under the shower with Lissy.

"My God!" flashed through his mind, "How could it have come to this, my daughter kneeling in front of me and clasping her hands around my little one, as if she were stroking a puppy!"

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Paul tried to chase the thoughts away and turned to the other side. The heat of the dawning day gradually penetrated the tent walls and made him doze off again. Suddenly Lissy's voice brought him back, "Daddy?"

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Paul opened his eyes, cleared his throat and yawned, "Yes, dear?"

"Good morning, Dad," his daughter greeted him, "we've had a shower. Mom and Terry went down to the beach."

"Fine," muttered Paul, "then I can sleep for a while until breakfast."

He was just about to turn around when he saw Lissy standing stark naked in front of the entrance to the inner tent. She was holding the bottle of body cream in her hand, which she held out to him, beaming.

"Are you going to put lotion on my back?"

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"But Lissy," grumbled Paul, "it's still so early!"

"It's already nine o'clock, Dad!"

"Not again!" he huffed.

"But you promised me," Lissy objected, "don't you remember? Yesterday in the shower?"

"Yes, yes," Paul replied in agony, "but I actually meant our bay, on the beach below, I'll be happy to..."

"But I would now like to," urged Lissy, "I've already done the rest."

"But I still feel dog-tired."

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Before Paul knew it, his daughter was squatting astride his stomach and turning her back to him. Blinking, he looked up Lissy's spine to her wavy hair.

She handed the bottle back to him, and begged, "Oh Dad, please!"

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"It's okay," Paul sighed.

He took the bottle and began to rub her back. When he was awake enough, he retaliated for the disturbance of his morning rest by squeezing hard next to the vertebrae until his daughter squirmed and laughed.

"Ouch, that tickles... no, that hurts!"

When Lissy felt Daddy's soft hands stroking her back again, she relaxed and let herself sink onto his tummy.

After a while, she giggled, "So you were in here, Mom and you... when I saw you both..."

"You only recognized our shadows?" Paul asked, cautiously.

"Yes, I did, but... "Lissy turned her head back, and whispered, "Honestly, Dad, I could see everything about you."

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"Have you?" Paul replied tonelessly, and continued to rub her back until she giggled again.

"I can even see Mommy's pussy every time she spreads her legs."

"You mean you've seen us more often?" asked Paul, hesitantly.

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"Every night!" chortled Lissy. "Just like that..." she paused, "... and I can see you particularly well." Lissy put her hand over her mouth bashfully.

She took several attempts before continuing, "I can even see you, Daddy... how you use your penis... er, can I say cock, Dad?"

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"Um," was all Paul could manage.

And his daughter continued unperturbed, "... how you put your cock inside Mommy."

"Did you see?" Paul asked incredulously, at the same time feeling something starting to stir in his shorts.

"Yes," Lissy giggled, "it's sooo nice every time, Daddy. When I see you two like that, I can't help it, but I have to stroke myself too."

"You mean," he breathed, "you watch us every night and touch yourself at the same time?"

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Paul felt an erection forming in his shorts. He felt hot and cold because he couldn't turn around, his daughter was squatting on his stomach with all her weight. Lissy didn't seem to notice, because she continued to talk dreamily.

"Yes, Daddy, I just have to. And when Mom takes your cock in her mouth, I almost can't stand it anymore."

"My daughter really seems to have noticed everything!" flashed through Paul's mind.

But before he could grasp the next thought, Lissy chuckled, "Ew, Dad, I see something... like in the shower yesterday."

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"That's enough, Lissy!" Paul said. "Come on, let's get up, Mom and Terry will be back soon, we want to have breakfast."

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"Oh, Dad, just a minute," he heard Lissy's whispering voice, and immediately felt her warm hand sneaking under the hem of his shorts and feeling for his erection.

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"Don't, Lissy!" was the last thing Paul managed to get out, as he felt his daughter tugging at his growing hard-on with gentle greed, until it was sticking straight out into the open. She knelt upright over his body and reached for the bottle. As she lifted one leg to slide backwards, Paul took the opportunity to push Lissy off him, but too late, her bottom was already over his face.

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He looked between her spread thighs and saw her take a dollop of body cream and slap it on the tip of his cock.

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The touch jerked through his whole body and forced him to close his eyes, and he let his head sink into the pillow. What could he do?

When Paul opened his eyes, his gaze was fixed directly on Lissy's lap. Once again, the image was there, as it had been in the bay below, when he thought of female forms at the sight of sand dunes, but here he was seeing, at just a hand's breadth away in front of his face, his daughter's plump labia, which bulged out towards him from her sweet little asshole and stretched in a curved arc up to the mound of Venus. Between them, small folds of skin rippled pertly, just as if they were inviting him to touch them.

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Paul took one hand up and ran his index finger over Lissy's cleft so gently that it only grazed her fine hairs; yet his daughter seemed to feel the touch, as he watched her hand slide over her pussy. Lissy parted her labia with two fingers and felt her way to her pleasure bud with a third.

Only then, as Paul revealed his daughter's pale pink insides, did he feel how hard he had become. His senses faded because Lissy had grabbed his erection with her other hand and started to pump it up and down. Despite the streaks in front of his eyes, Paul could hardly get enough of his daughter.

But soon, he heard her husky voice, "I want to... like Mommy."

Lissy slid backwards and positioned herself with her hips swaying back and forth as if she were a cat getting ready to pounce on a mouse. She bent over the center of her daddy's body and closed her lips around his glans.

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Paul's face was then directly under Lissy's lap, and he noticed that his daughter didn't stop playing with her labia despite her mouth being full. He brought his tongue closer, licking his way between her fingers and trying to reach every nook and cranny of her pussy.

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As his tongue traveled further and stroked Lissy's rosette, he heard his girl snorting through her nose. In his excitement, Paul knew no mercy; undeterred, he let the tip of his tongue circle around her sweet little asshole, while he dipped his thumb into the moist heat of her pleasure canal. With the rest of his fingers, he pushed himself between his daughter's and helped them explore her pussy.

Lissy was almost choking, but she kept her mouth firmly closed around the tip of her dad's cock and didn't stop massaging his shaft. Paul felt her sharp tongue about to chase him over the finish line. The violent movements of her pelvis told him that she would soon float away, too. He pressed his head into Lissy's lap one last time, licked over her rosette like a madman, pressed his thumb deep into her pussy until he felt his finger being strangled, then unloaded with all his might into his daughter's mouth.

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When Paul came to, the weight of Lissy's bottom was still on his face. He could hardly breathe. Thank God his daughter got up, slipped off his belly and remained kneeling breathlessly next to him. Smiling, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand

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as Mary's and Terry's voices could be heard.

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Lissy slipped nimbly out of the inner tent, stumbling into her panties, while Paul squeezed into his shorts.

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The two outside entered the tent and greeted them cheerfully, then set about preparing breakfast. Paul took care of the bacon. When the others were already seated at the table, he took the frying pan from the stove and headed out. At the tent entrance, he crossed Lissy, who scurried into the tent and looked for the sugar bowl.

He grabbed his daughter by the arm and whispered into her ear with a wink, "We won't tell mom anything."

"Certainly not," giggled Lissy, "I promise!"

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It was already late in the afternoon. Lissy and her brother sat on a stone in the shallow sea water and watched their parents swim out of the bay together, their heads bobbing up and down in the waves.

As they swam towards each other and kissed, Terry grumbled, "My God, I don't recognize our parents, they can't get enough of each other."

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"Leave them alone," sighed Lissy, "it's nice, the two of them."

"At least it stayed quiet in the tent last night," Terry noted, with satisfaction.

"I noticed that, too," Lissy wondered, looking out to sea and giggling. "I'm all the more curious to see what they're up to tonight..."

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"I assume it will be quiet tonight, too," he explained, laconically.

"Why do you think that?"

"I told Mom yesterday that I saw and heard them both."

"How could you!" Lissy was indignant. "I was already looking forward to tonight!"

"Yes," Terry grinned, "I saw last night how much you enjoy watching, you woke me up... and how!"

"Don't pretend," Lissy pouted, "you enjoyed it, too."

"Yes... but somehow, we forgot that we're brother and sister."

"That's not so bad. After all, we're on vacation, and anyway... no one will see it!"

"And what if our parents hear us?"

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"I don't know," Lissy replied, unconcernedly, "we just have to be quiet."

"You're taking all this quite easily," Terry thought, shaking his head. "Our parents are also pretty permissive during these vacations... actually, they never have been."

He laughed. "In any case, you're behaving quite open-heartedly towards Dad."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I noticed the other day that you let Dad oil you up."

"So what?"

"Well, your panties were wrapped around your legs and his hand was between your thighs."

"That you, of all people, should accuse me of doing something like that!" Lissy defended herself. "After all, I saw you with Mom, too. She only pushed her panties up to her bottom fold, but your hand could no longer be seen."

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"That was just..." Terry tried to explain, "because she has such dry skin."

"You took really good care of Mom's dry skin..."

"And you gave me the impression," Terry grinned, "that you wanted a lot more from Daddy between your legs than just his hand."

Lissy said nothing more and looked out at her parents, who had disappeared behind the rock at the edge of the bay. After a while, she asked haltingly, "Have you ever... I mean, have you ever thought about doing something with Mom?"

"You mean like we did last night?"

"Yes!" Lissy beamed.

"Are you still okay? Mom is my mother!"

"And I'm your sister," Lissy replied with a broad smile, "and Dad..." she sighed, "is my father."

"I thought you'd already imagined it with Dad. I saw you fiddling with the shadow of his boner in the tent."

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"Leave it alone, brother," Lissy whispered, "it's just a fantasy."

But after a pause, in a more defiant voice, she said, "But I'm sure you, too, have imagined sticking your fat tip inside Mom."

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Terry was speechless when he heard his sister talking so blatantly about what he hardly dared to wish for. Did his sister even know anything about him and his mom?

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"Come on Paul," Mary called to her husband, waving her arms, "let's stop off at our break rock." She looked under the surface of the water, made a few strokes and placed her feet on the rocky bottom.

Paul approached, snorting, and stood next to his wife.

Mary pointed over to the jagged shore, and suggested, "There's a tiny cove over there; actually, it's just a few square yards of sand, I've been diving there with Terry. Shall we swim there?"

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"Sure, let's go!" Paul replied, before diving headfirst into the water and swimming ahead. When Mary reached the patch of sand, Paul was already standing in the small bay, hands on his hips and looking into the crevice that Mary already knew.

"Where do you think this is going?" he wondered, pointing to the footprints.

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"Those are my tracks," Mary giggled, "eh... when I was there, I had to go to the little girls' room."

Paul pushed his wife against the rock face and grinned, "Funny, are you getting out of the sea especially to pee?"

"No, I was already sitting on the sandbank."

"And Mr. Son was allowed to watch Mommy pee?" Paul asked, mockingly.

"What are you thinking again... Terry was in the water, diving."

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Once again, Mary saw Terry's wide eyes in front of her as he surfaced abruptly and followed at close range as it flowed from her... that indescribable feeling of being at his mercy... unable to stop the stream... to simply let herself go.

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Mary cleared her throat, and explained forcefully, "Terry dove right back when he saw me like that. And if we're talking about that sort of thing, Paul, I think the kids have already seen enough of the two of us."

"What do you mean?" He was clueless and thought about what Lissy had told him in the shower.

"Terry said... I mean, he just hinted at it. We should be a little more careful at night when the kids are sleeping next to us."

"You think?" Paul felt heat rising, and he wondered what his wife would say to that, him in the tent with Lissy in the morning. He felt dizzy.

"Yes Paul, maybe we should..."

"... give up our beautiful nights?" he sighed.

"No, I mean, maybe we should go somewhere else."

Paul kissed his wife on the cheek and murmured, "I know a place."

"Where?"

"Here," he replied, and began kissing his way down his wife's neck.

"Oh, Paul," Mary defended herself, "I don't know if I'm in the mood... not here?"

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"Were you at least in the mood when Terry was here with you?"

"What do you mean?" Mary asked, her face red. Again, the image of her son staring directly between her legs, as if he didn't want to miss a droplet that was bubbling out of her... Paul's hand sliding over her pubis... his seductive voice...

"Hasn't Mom ever thought about what it would be like if Mr. Son didn't just help her pee?"

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"You of all people would say that!" Mary gasped. "After seeing the effort you put into Lissy, I could well imagine that you want much more than just oiling her bottom."

"But Terry's hands were also deep between Mommy's thighs," Paul whispered, as he stroked Mary's mons. "How did that feel?"

"Paul, take your hand away!"

"What if you imagined it was Terry's hand?"

"Stop it, it's making me feel sick," Mary replied gruffly, but she couldn't help but put her hand on Paul's swimming shorts.

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"It's normal," she said, confused, "every mother has a weak moment... especially here on vacation. The glorious days, the sun, I'm almost sure you, too..."

"... have a crush on Lissy's pussy?"

"Have you?!" Mary asked, raising her eyebrows.

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Paul looked dumbly into her eyes for a while, then murmured, "If you're honest and confess everything to me, Mom, then I'll confide in you, too..."

"All right," Mary sighed, "but I'll ask first. Do you ever imagine, I mean you and Lissy together...? You know..."

Mary didn't have to wait for an answer, because she felt Paul's swimming trunks swelling in her hand.

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She squeezed and put on her ironic smile, but at the same moment, he slipped his fingers under the edge of her bikini and felt his way over her vulva.

His beguiling voice again, "Can you imagine that this hand here belongs to Terry... Mom?"

"Oh Terry... eh, Paul, not at all...!"

"... that you're touching him like you've never touched him before...?"

Paul saw that his wife was looking at his face, startled, but she couldn't resist slipping her hand into his swimming shorts.

"All right... yes Paul, I've been thinking... only so theoretically... imagined," Mary confessed, powerlessly.

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"And I imagine," Paul whispered, "that my hand will stroke Lissy's pussy until she also wants to know..." As Paul spoke, he stuck his middle finger into Mary's pleasure channel.

She sank against the rock wall, tugged his erection out of his pants and gasped, "I'm sure Lissy wants to feel Daddy getting bigger in her hand!"

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Paul withdrew his finger, pushed the bikini bottoms aside, and Mary guided the tip of his cock between her labia. He positioned himself, looked his wife in the eye and began to penetrate her with gentle thrusts, deep and deeper, panting as he did so.

"Have you also imagined... would you like Terry to take you like this?"

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"Oh Paul... yes... I really could... and Lissy? How would you like her...?"

"Like this!" Paul gasped, grabbing Mary by the sides and turning her on her own axis until she was leaning against the rock face.

"You want Lissy from behind...?"

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"Do you want Terry to do you from behind too...?"

"Oh Terry...! Yes!"

Paul tugged the hem of the bikini into Mary's butt crease and pushed between her thighs with the tip of his cock. He tried to control his breathing, and whispered, "Mom, I'm going to fuck you now."

"Oh Terry...! Yay!"

When Paul pushed his prick all the way into Mary's wet pleasure channel, all her dams broke and she hissed, "Yes Terry, fuck your mommy! Take me from behind!"

Gradually, Paul also began to reel, he looked down at himself and imagined that it was not him but his son who was driving his hard cock into his wife. The thought made him feel as if his hard-on would burst.

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"Mary... do you want... want Terry to... fuck you?" he groaned.

"Yes, Paul... I want... Terry... inside me... yes! Terry... take me... hard!"

As Paul ran his hand around Mary's belly and stroked her pleasure bud with his finger, his wife exploded and screamed her climax into the rock face. She milked his cock over and over again, until he thrust one last time and unloaded himself into her with all his might.

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Mary stood next to her husband and adjusted her bikini, sighing as she did so. "I don't know, Paul, but somehow it all seems to be getting too much for me."

"Well... was I too rough?" Paul laughed, and gave her a slap on the butt.

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"No, not at all," giggled Mary, "I liked it, and how...! That's just it! I don't know... I'm starting to lose my mind."

"You mean because of our game before? Me Terry, you Lissy?"

"Yes," she breathed, "where is this going to lead..."

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Mary let herself sink into the water and swam out into the open sea.

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Terry and Lissy had already been looking anxiously for their missing parents when they finally surfaced and swam around the rock back into the bay. When they got out of the water, Paul explained that he wanted to go out again with the diving gear, but first he had to eat something, he was really hungry. He asked the group who would go with him.

Lissy answered, "Oh great, Dad, I'll have a hot dog. And afterwards I'll swim out with you, I want to snorkel, too."

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Mary sighed, "I need to rest a bit first, I've still got sore knees from swimming."

Lissy hooked on to her father and climbed up the path out of the bay with him. Mary lay down on her bath towel and let the sun dry her off. As she took out the almond oil and rubbed it on, she looked over at her son and saw that he was watching her.

"No, Terry, don't!" she immediately defended herself. "We talked about it... just this morning."

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"I didn't say anything," her son wondered.

"You know what I'm talking about," Mary replied in a warning voice, "I understood the look on your face."

"Okay, Mom," he replied, meekly. "I was just thinking... then you'll wait for Dad if you're scared of me."

Mary looked defiantly out to sea. "I'm not afraid of you," she snorted. "What kind of mother would I be! All right, we don't want to be more pontifical than the Pope."

She held out the bottle of oil to Terry, and explained, "I hereby officially ask you to rub my back."

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As Mary turned onto her stomach, she added threateningly, "The bikini stays up this time!"

Terry knelt down next to his mother and began to oil her back. Soon, he realized, "I've seen Lissy let Dad stroke her, she wasn't as embarrassed as you."

"I'm not ashamed!" Mary was indignant. "After all, it's about something completely different, you know..."

Mary looked at the rock behind which she had secretly watched Paul oiling Lissy. Was her daughter, this little slut, being repeatedly pampered by Daddy? Was there something she didn't know?

Her son continued, "In any case, she pulled her panties way down."

Once again, the image flashed through Mary's mind, of Paul sliding his hand deep between Lissy's buttocks. Why was she worried about her daughter at the same time as she was melting under her son's hands? Why had Terry's comment about her being overly bashful upset her so much? Was she, perhaps, more uptight than she let on?

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She hissed in exasperation, "I'm not ashamed, it's just... you know very well, my dear Mr. Son... all right, let's keep the fifth straight. But remember what I told you this morning."

With those words, Mary reached back and slipped the bikini over her thighs. She rested her head on her hands, looked at her son and didn't take her eyes off him for a second. Terry took some oil and rubbed it on his mom's waistline, then on the upper part of her buttocks. He kept looking into his mom's eyes to see how deep he was allowed to go, but he was able to work his way down to her buttocks without her making a face.

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Was he allowed to risk it? Terry stroked her butt crack with the palm of his hand. When he had repeated his movement a few times, his mother inhaled as if she were taking a breath to say something. He withdrew his hand, but noticed with tingling relief that she exhaled and let herself sink into the bath towel with a long sigh. Terry placed his hand on his mom's coccyx again, this time running his oily thumb through her butt crack just deep enough to open her buttocks slightly.

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Mary still didn't react, even when his thumb penetrated deeper. Terry took hold of one buttock and gently kneaded it. His mother should have stopped him by then at the latest; after all, she had accused him of such, but she sighed even more deeply than before. He pulled his oily thumb through her butt crack again and grazed her rosette. Mary opened her eyes and looked wistfully into his face. "Oh Terry," she lamented, "don't you remember what we talked about this morning?"

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Terry swallowed empty and choked out, "Sorry, Mom... but Dad did that with Lissy too."

"Did he?" she murmured. "How deep?"

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"Like this," Terry whispered, crawling his fingers back into his mom's butt crack and feeling his way over her asshole.

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"I have to...!" she gasped. "I have to talk to Paul, I want to... oh, Terry, my boy...!"

Mary sank down and closed her eyes. Terry waited a moment until he realized that his mom would no longer object to his touch.

He murmured, "This is what Daddy did to Lissy..."

He began to circle her rosette with his finger. After each circle, his mom's mouth opened a little more. When she opened her eyes, she looked through it and breathed, "You're not supposed to do that..."

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"You're so tender and so soft, Mommy," Terry whispered, looking at his mother with lamb-like eyes.

"Oh boy, when you look at me like that, I can't fight back at all. You can do whatever you want to me with those eyes..."

Terry saw that his mom had long since melted away, his circular caresses seemed to have swept away her rejection from the morning. As he tapped her asshole more and more urgently with his finger, she opened her eyes and stared between his legs. Only then did he notice that a tent had formed in his shorts. Mary reached out her hand and closed it tightly around his fabric-covered erection.

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Terry shuddered under the touch, but he let his fingers wander further and stroked his mom's labia. She began to squeeze his hard-on in the same rhythm, which he took as an invitation to pull a finger through her crack until it sank into the wet entrance to her pleasure channel. Mary straightened up, looked around, and hissed, "Is anyone there?"

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"No, not a soul in sight," came the reply. Mary slid closer to Terry on her stomach, grabbed the hem of his swimming trunks and pushed them down to the back of his knees. As his erection sprung into the open, she sighed, "I feel like it was yesterday when you were lying on the changing table in front of me. How you've grown in the meantime..."

With these words, she turned around, closed her lips around his glans and sucked all his lust into her mouth.

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As her son breathed deeper and deeper, she let go of him, looked up at him mischievously and asked him for the bottle of oil. Terry grabbed it and when he turned around, Mary had stuck her thumb up.

"A dab on here, please," she said.

Terry did as instructed and was surprised when his mother took the bottle from his hand and put some oil on his middle finger as well.

She whispered, "This morning in the tent, my boy did naughty things to me."

And with a thieving smile, added, "Your mommy likes that."

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She lay down on her back and lifted her thighs.

Terry swallowed air. Had she really asked him to do that? Yes, she had, because her eyes widened as he circled his oil-dripping middle finger around her rosette.

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Mary clawed one hand into Terry's thigh, the other she closed around his throbbing hard-on, feeling his oily finger pushing deeper and deeper into her butthole.

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Then his thumb stroked her mound in one go, until it sank deep into her pleasure canal. Terry's eyes widened as his mom's hand slid up his thigh and her slippery thumb nudged his rosette. Mary massaged his hard-on with one hand, pushed her other thumb lazily but relentlessly into Terry's butthole, as she felt his fingers wreaking havoc in her abdomen. She let out a liberated gasp and groaned, "What are you doing...? Don't stop...!"

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Mary felt her thumb working its magic in Terry's butthole as the erection in her hand swelled to the bursting point and his eyes could barely hold her gaze. Mary also felt that she was nearing the blessed end, but she still managed to whisper, "Tomorrow, we'll both swim to the little bay, there we'll..."

"Oh, Mom, your finger," came back his response, "I will, Mom, I'm almost..."

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Mary no longer heard his last words, only felt her pussy tighten. Cries in the bay that were lost in the wind, then the gentle breeze that blew in from the sea and stroked her sweaty skin.

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Mary came to, blinking, still lying on her back. As she stroked her upper body with her hand, she felt Terry's marks on her. Before she could open her eyes, Lissy's and Papa's voices could be heard from a distance.

Mary sprang up, together with Terry. She slipped into her bikini bottoms with frenzied movements. Terry also pulled up his swimming trunks, but with the huge bulge in his shorts, he knew it would be too visible out or in. Desperate, he ran to the sea and jumped into the water.

When he swam back after a while, cooled down, Mary was packing up her bathing equipment while Paul and Lissy got their snorkeling gear ready.

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"We're going snorkeling, Dad and I," Lissy called out to him, "are you coming?"

"Oh no," Terry replied. "I feel a bit funny, maybe I got too much sun. I think I'll go back to the tent with Mom."

Lissy waded into the water with their father; Terry and his mother took the steep path out of the bay under their feet.

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Illustrated version see author's page "About"

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Text with kind approval © gurgy

Thank you kenji for your assistance