In the Bays of Sardinia [blank] 04

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"Come on!‟ Mary encouraged her son, "let's go snorkeling, Papa and Lissy are already out in the sea.‟

Terry blinked back sleepily, he saw Mama with the snorkeling gear standing next to his bath towel.

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"All right,‟ he grumbled, and pushed himself up, "otherwise, I'll get a sunstroke here.‟

Both got into the water, put on their snorkeling gear, and swam out of the bay. As they turned around the big rock, they recognized Papa and Lissy standing upright in the sea, their bodies sticking out, the water up to their stomachs.

Terry took the snorkel out of his mouth and grinned, "Looks strange, the two of them... if I didn't know that there is a big rock in the water...‟

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"They definitely don't have supernatural powers,‟ mum snuffled, with her diving goggles in front of her face, "I would know that... come on, let's take a break.‟

They swam to the two of them and put their feet on the rock.

"Hello‟, Paul greeted his wife, "Lissy and I want to swim back right now.‟

Mary wanted to know, "Have you seen any fish?‟

Paul pointed over to the rock face and explained, "That's where we saw the most... but you have to be careful not to get scratched by the rocks, they are razor-sharp.‟

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"Don't worry, Pop‟, Terry soothed his father, "we'll be careful!‟

They kept swimming up to the rocks and exploring the bottom. After a short while, Mary pulled the snorkel out of her mouth and called out enthusiastically to Terry, "Your father really didn't exaggerate, the fish are huge here... and what a blaze of colors!‟

Terry nodded, then dived back down, and his mother followed. Half an hour later, the two found themselves on the sandy beach of a tiny side-bay, put their feet into the water and recovered.

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But, Terry soon got bored. He stretched his mask over his face and let himself slide into the water again. Mary watched him emerge once in one place, then again in an entirely different place, to take a breath.

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Suddenly she felt that she had to take a leak. She turned around and discovered a crevice behind her, which was just right for her. She got up and peered out at the water. She was reassured to see that Terry emerged at a sufficient distance away and disappeared one more time under the surface of the water. She quickly adjusted herself in the gap, pushed her bikini aside and crouched down, then her eyes fell on the sandy floor and she saw a tiny crab crawl under her bottom.

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"I'll drown you, dear,‟ giggled Mary, reaching between her legs and shooing the animal away. She could finally relax and look out to sea. She didn't see Terry, but he was out far enough that he wouldn't see that she was relieving herself. Mary resolved to give him a safe wave the next time he showed up, and let her stream go.

At that moment, diving goggles were sticking out of the water, just five feet in front of her on the beach. "Terry!‟ it went through Mary's head and she tried to stop the stream, but it was too late for that. She wanted to call out to him to turn around, but behind the goggles she saw Terry's big eyes staring between her thighs. Her son never took his eyes off the fountain that spurted out of her.

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"My son is watching me pee!‟ shouted Mary's head, until she felt a warm chill run through her lower body. Terry's eyes grew closer and closer, although his head remained motionless on the bank... or did it just feel like that because she kept pushing her legs apart? Why did she suddenly grab her labia with two fingers and spread them apart? Why was she looking so helplessly in the face of her son?...

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The endless stream didn't seem to dry up, and it wasn't until the last drop had fallen that Mary noticed that Terry's head was submerged. As she pulled up her bikini, she realized that she felt cut off, she missed the shameless looks of her son. After a few minutes, Terry dared to go ashore, but pulled his mask over his head and mumbled, embarrassed, "Sorry mom, about before... I didn't know... that's why I turned around again.‟

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"Doesn't matter,‟ chuckled Mary, as she kissed his forehead, "I think I've dived enough, I'll swim back.‟

Terry urged, "Oh mom, stay a little longer, I want to keep diving.‟

"No thanks," sighed Mary, "I've had enough for today. Don't you think‟, she asked worriedly, "that it is too dangerous if you dive alone?‟

"No no,‟ Terry reassured her, "I'll be careful; anyways, I won't be staying much longer.‟

Mary looked out at the water, then at the rock wall behind her. She saw that the little bay opened into a crevice that was covered with sand.

She stated, "I'll have a look where this path leads, maybe I'll find our bay on foot. If not, I'll come back and swim back with you.‟

"Good, mom,‟ shouted Terry, who was already about to get into the water, "I'll stay here a little longer.‟

Mary took her things and went into the crevice.

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The path led into a small rock labyrinth, she saw from the pristine sand on the ground that no one had been here recently. As if she were a female Robinson Crusoe looking for Friday, she walked ahead with astonishment and her heart pounding.

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After walking around a number of nooks and crannies, she thought with relief that she could only walk back along her footsteps if she got lost, but the rock walls opened and she stepped out of the small gorge. Mary immediately noticed that she was in her bay, because she recognized the stone walls between which they had placed their bath towels.

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As she approached the square and stepped out from behind a last rock, she saw Lissy lying on her towel. Lissy turned to Papa and held out the oil bottle to him.

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Mary felt like she did when she was a little girl again, when she played hide and seek with the other children, because the two did not seem to notice her, although she was only a few yards away from them. She crouched behind a small ledge and watched Paul oil Lissy's back. After a while, Mary got fed up with the game and wanted to go over to them, but what was that? Lissy had already pulled her bikini very low over her buttocks in the days before so that it would not get stained when oiling it; she, herself, had done it when Terry coated her, but now, Mary saw that her daughter had lifted her buttocks and pulled her bikini panties down to her knees.

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Paul didn't hesitate for a second, as soon as Lissy lay back down on her bath towel, he tugged the panties over her feet. He knelt next to her and rubbed her legs. Mary saw with increasing astonishment that Paul not only rubbed Lissy's thigh, but, as if by chance, put the other hand on her bottom. Even from where she was hiding, she could clearly see that his thumb was venturing further and further into her buttocks.

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Mary wondered anxiously whether Paul might have noticed the day before, that she had presented her backside to Terry a bit more freely. Had her husband now become curious himself? That couldn't be. The stone wall had blocked every view; nobody but her, had any idea that Terry had stared into her crotch until she felt it get wet and he ran into the sea out of sheer excitement... but Paul followed him right away, so excitedly as if he was in a hurry, too. In the end, had something happened on the other side of the stone wall that she didn't know about?

Mary craned her neck and looked over at them like a thief. Why did her daughter suddenly push her legs so far apart? Paul could see right between her thighs!... or was that... exactly what she wanted? Was Lissy about to seduce her own father? With her mouth open, Mary watched as Paul needed two hands to oil her buttocks, even from where she was, she could see the oil running through her buttocks.

Paul even dared put his hand in her crotch to retrieve the trickle... and her daughter presumed to lift her bum to allow daddy's hand to wrap around her pubic mound! Soon, Paul was kneading Lissy's buttock with one hand, with the thumb of the other hand he stroked her labia!

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"That's enough!‟ thought Mary grimly, and got up with a jerk. At that moment, she heard Terry's calls from the beach, with which he greeted the two of them from afar. As swift as a weasel, Lissy climbed into her panties and dived on her bath towel while Paul, embarrassed, screwed the oil bottle shut.

Mary quickly hid behind her rock, then hurried along her footprints to the cove where she'd left Terry. She got into the water and swam around the rock to approach the others from the sea. When she got out of the water, Paul and Lissy were standing on the bank. Her husband waved the Frisbee at her and asked, "We will play a little. Are you participating?‟

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Mary brushed her fins off her feet breathlessly, and gasped, "No thanks, I'm still exhausted from what I've seen. You guys go, I'll lie down in the sun first.‟

She watched Paul and Lissy until they had both swam around the rock, then realized that Terry wasn't there. When she looked around, she saw him climbing down the rocky path into the bay with an ice in hand.

"Oh, you're back?‟ he called from afar, "otherwise, I would have brought two ice creams with me!‟

He stopped next to his mother, who was sitting on her towel, licked his ice cream and held it to her mouth repeatedly so that she could get some of it, too,

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but after a few bites she waved a thank you, "Dear of you, Terry, but when I take a bite, my teeth start to hurt.‟

When Terry finished his ice cream and rubbed his hands clean on his shorts, he looked at his mother, who was sitting topless on the bath towel in front of him and oiling her stomach. Chewing the last of his ice cream, he offered, "Shall I oil your back?‟

"Sure... but wait until I finish the front.‟

Terry watched his mother smear herself and noticed, "It's actually amazing, Ma, your breasts are still as firm as Lissy's.‟

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"Oh, thank you very much!‟ said Mary, flattered, looking at Terry with an embarrassed smile, before rolling over onto her stomach. While she was having him oil her back, she thought about her observations before and realized with defiant satisfaction, that this time, her son's hands did not slide as timidly over the sides of her breasts as they did last time.

How much she liked to feel his caresses on her back. As Terry's hands neared the bikini hem, she thought of what she had observed half an hour ago: her daughter, who was simply pulling her panties down in front of her father. How did that feel for Lissy? Mary reached back, but she didn't dare to slide the bikini any further than the buttocks.

Terry's hands kept a good distance from the hem, then they moved down to the ankles and began to work their way up the legs. Soon Mary felt his warm hands on her thighs, and with each stroke, she could understand her daughter's feelings better. With furtive joy, she remembered that she had given her son confidential glimpses the day before, knowing full well that he was looking at her so closely for the first time. How exciting it must have been for Lissy to feel Papa's eyes between her legs.

Mary lifted her torso and inquired busily, "Can you reach all of the places?‟

"Yes mom‟, Terry replied, "it's okay.‟

Mary took her casual question as an opportunity to spread her legs slightly apart, and sure enough, her son took the invitation and began to stroke the insides of her thighs, higher and higher, until his hand brushed the hem of her bikini bottoms. The delicate feeling tingled up her neck.

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Again the images turned in Mary's head, when Paul brazenly kneaded her daughter's bottom. How could Lissy tolerate letting her own father take off her panties, allow his fingers access anywhere, even to her most intimate spot? How could she? But Mary had to admit that, at that moment, she wished for nothing more than what she had observed hidden behind the rock. But she couldn't allow her own son! Again, she felt the back of his hand briefly brushing against her panties.

Terry cleared his throat and said, "That is it, finished.‟

Suddenly, Mary could hear herself coughing and explaining to her son awkwardly, "Uh, I think I have a little problem... I don't know... I saw red spots on my buttocks this morning, but I'm not sure, the shower mirror door was fogged up... possibly threads of a jellyfish that got lost. You have fine almond oil in your hand, that would be just the thing. Can you rub a little of it on me?‟

Mary felt like someone else was reaching back, but it was her hands that grabbed the bikini and pushed it over her thighs.

"You mean I should do the oil?...‟ Terry stuttered.

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"Yes,‟ she sighed, "that will definitely help.‟

Mary felt her son reluctantly put his hands on her buttocks and spread the rest of the oil.

After a while he said, "All right, mom, you have very fine skin here, not a red spot far and wide.‟

Mary saw Paul's hands in front of her closed eyes, tampering with his daughter's bottom; at that moment, she knew that Terry couldn't pull his hands back from her. She suggested, "You'd better take a little more oil. You probably only see the spots when the skin is really damp.‟

Terry remained silent, but after a few moments, Mary heard the chuckle of the oil bottle. Her son seemed to be acting awkwardly, because a gush of oil ran between her buttocks. She felt with a sweet shudder that the oil ran over her rosette, further through her crevice, until it seeped over the pubic hair into the bath towel.

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"Sorry mom... gone wrong,‟ Terry stammered.

"Oh, never mind, I'll just take off my bikini quickly, otherwise there will be bad stains.‟

Just as Mary had seen her daughter do, she propped herself on forearms and tiptoe and listened to her pleading with her son, "Can you help me?‟

Terry hesitated, but his curiosity was stronger. He grabbed the bikini by the sides and pulled it down to her ankles. Mary lifted her lower legs so he could slip the panties over her feet.

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When he knelt next to her again and put his trembling hands on her buttocks, Mary thought with thieving pleasure that her husband shouldn't think that she couldn't do what Lissy had shown him. Suddenly, she was her daughter when she giggled and instructed Terry, "You have to get the oil back so you can distribute it.‟

Mary noticed that her son hardly dared to put his hand into her buttocks, but when he did it the first time, he dared to do it a second time, and then again and again until her buttocks glistened with oil. Terry croaked, "Your skin is baby-soft, mom... I don't see any spots.‟

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"Maybe a little deeper?‟ suggested Mary, in a tortured voice, and as if she was poking something, she twitched her buttocks until she finally opened her legs completely. She felt her son's looks between her thighs like real touches and wished he would never stop.

With every moment that passed, Mary felt herself getting damp and wetter. Terry's fingers tentatively felt their way through her buttocks, past her rosette to the base of her labia. Suddenly, Mary had lost all restraint and whispered, "There's still a lot of oil there, maybe you can...‟

She didn't need to go on, because Terry pushed his hand down until it closed around her mons pubis. When he pulled it back with gentle pressure, Mary felt an oily finger slide over her crevice, this time the finger did not go around her rosette, but ran over it. Mary tore air into her lungs and breathed barely audibly, "Yeah...‟

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Terry seemed to have heard, because his finger slipped through her buttocks again, paused for a brief moment on her rosette and crept on to the entrance of her pleasure channel. Mary bit her lower lip and waited for the overwhelming feeling that would now follow, but then from the beach rang out the funny calls of Lissy and Paul, who got out of the water. She startled and turned around. Terry had reacted with lightning speed and held the bikini bottoms in front of her feet. She quickly slipped in and turned on her stomach, there were Lissy and Paul, who rushed up dripping and shook each other over them.

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It was their fourth evening. Terry and his father were sitting at the camping table in front of the tent.

"Oh dear,‟ sighed Terry, "this time we have to wait for two.‟

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"Don't feel like that,‟ said Papa, "the two women should just make themselves beautiful, in the end it is us men who should like it.‟

"All right,‟ muttered Terry, who surrendered to his fate, when Mama and Lissy already stepped out of the tent and beamed, "So, are we going to the disco? We are ready!‟

Lissy was wearing the same clothes as the night before, and Mama was wearing her light summer skirt.

"Isn't that a little daring?‟ Terry asked, as Mom turned in front of him. Mary pinched his cheek and shook his head, laughing.

"What, are you ashamed of your mother? You haven't even told me if you like me.‟

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"Yes... of course, mom,‟ Terry assured her, "you look great... actually, you are right, if Lissy is already wearing her hot piece, then you should be allowed to do that, too.‟

"Dear of you,‟ smirked Mary, and threw him a kiss.

"Don't chat for so long,‟ urged Lissy, who had hung up on her father's side, "I want to go dancing now!‟

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They set off and after ten minutes, stood in front of the disco. The dance stage was full, the atmosphere loud. Lissy immediately forced herself into the fray with Papa and began to dance with him. After two techno titles, he stopped, exhausted and found, "I don't really know, Lissy, somehow I find my fooling a bit stupid. Or I'm just too old for that, I think I'll take a break.‟

"But Dad‟, Lissy held him back, "you're not too old to dance.‟

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Suddenly, she scurried behind her father, held on to him and whispered excitedly, "Don't move, Dad!‟

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Paul did as he was told, he was glad to be able to rest for a few seconds. After a while, his daughter crept back to his front and sighed, "Thank you dad, you saved me.‟

"From what?‟

"From that guy over there,‟ Lissy replied, pointing her head over the dance floor.

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"You mean the one with the hand bandage?‟

"Yes, exactly... Rosy... or the guy's name is John, he hit on me last time, I don't want him to try again.‟

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"I can understand it well," sighed Paul, "that's the guy who recently tried to turn a 'turning point' on me in the shower.‟

Lissy was pleased to see that her admirer spoke to two girls at the bar, and a slow piece of music began, so she could keep her father from leaving the dance stage. She snuggled up against him and wanted to know, "Didn't you dance with mom when you younger, too?‟

"Yes... of course!‟ laughed Paul, "but that was a while ago.‟

"How did you actually get together, mom and you?‟

"Oh, that was in Corsica.‟

"That's not far from here!‟ replied Lissy.

Paul continued, "My bath towel was only a few yards away from that of a young woman who was maybe your age at the time. When we went dancing together, we learned from each other that we lived in the same town. Of course, we met again at home after the holidays, so one thing led to another until we finally got married, your mom and me.‟

"Oh, how romantic,‟ sighed Lissy.

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She thought about it and then asked, "Did you speak to mom in Corsica?... or did she speak to you first?‟

"It was me,‟ smiled Paul, "but you couldn't really say it was spoken... basically it was your mom who spoke first, she wanted to know if I loved soccer. Oh, I have to tell you from the beginning: I was playing frisbee with my friend on the beach, and as I ran after the disc, I hit an oil bottle with full force that was made of heavy glass.‟

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"Did it hurt?‟

"And how! The bottle belonged to your mother. While I was hopping around on one leg and rubbing my toe, she asked me this question. She had a plaster for my bleeding toe with her, and I thanked her by oiling her back, then she thanked me with a kiss.‟

"Oh, that is cute!‟ cried Lissy, "did you two fall in love with each other right away?‟

"And how!‟ replied Paul with red ears, "those were holidays, I tell you, I'll never forget them...‟

Lissy noticed that Papa continued to dance, embarrassed, but he seemed to remember the vacation with Mama. She asked curiously, "Do you two, mom and you... I mean, did you guys get together for the vacation?‟

"Yes," Paul replied, "just like I told you. We went dancing, lay on the beach together and bathed together...‟

"I actually wanted to know," Lissy interrupted him, "whether you... did you both wait until home or...‟

"Oh, now I understand!‟ laughed Paul, and he sighed, "My God, I have a curious daughter. You really want to know everything...

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Well, uh... on the second day we retired to a small bay, where we were all alone. Your mom asked me, it was already evening and actually no longer necessary, whether I smeared her with sun oil. I had done that many times before, but this time she wasn't wearing a bra.‟

Paul paused, but Lissy hopped up and down while dancing and urged, "Go on, Dad!‟

"Well," he muttered, "you're already grown up, I can tell you. When I rubbed Mommy's cross, she was suddenly afraid that I would make a mess, then she...‟

"... took off the bikini?‟

"Yes, she did.‟

"Completely?‟

"Er... yes, completely.‟

"And then you oiled mom?‟

"Yes.‟

"Everywhere?‟

"Everywhere.‟

"Really, everywhere?‟

"Err... yes... really... then it happened...‟

Lissy was silent and continued dancing dreamily with Papa. After a while she sighed, "That was surely sooo nice for mom...‟

"I think so, of course... but how do you come up with that?‟

Lissy pressed herself against her father, brought her mouth to his ear and whispered, "You oiled me in our bay today, Dad, just like my mom back then...‟

Paul didn't know what to answer, he just said flatly, "That it stays between us...‟

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"Sure, Dad‟ breathed Lissy. Paul continued to dance in silence and looked for something else to talk about, but he couldn't stop his growing erection from pressing against Lissy's stomach. She noticed it, clung to him and did not let him back down any more. Paul was glad when Mary and Terry danced past them; he wanted to say something innocuous.

But Lissy turned to her mother and announced cheerfully, "I now know, mom, how you met, dad and you!‟

"So?‟ replied Mary, happily.

"I also know where you kissed for the first time!‟

"And? Where was that?‟ Mom wanted to know.

"Right after Dad had oiled your back.‟

"You are well informed. Did papa tell you that?‟

"Yes, just now.‟ And with a whisper, "And I also know how you first got together.‟

Mary blushed and shook her head. She addressed her husband and reprimanded him, "Oh Paul, that should stay between us.‟

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He shrugged his shoulders and looked at his wife helplessly. He was glad that Lissy pushed him away and disappeared with him in the dancing crowd. Mary looked around after them, but Terry giggled and asked, "And? How did you get together for the first time, dad and you?‟

Mary had never told her son anything about her love life, and certainly nothing like that. She didn't want to break the habit, but Terry prodded, "Oh mom, meanwhile I know that you parents somehow got together too, otherwise Lissy and me wouldn't even exist... tell me.‟

"All right," replied Mary meekly, "but be sure that nobody finds out... It was in a bay on Corsica, we were there all alone, something like in our bay here in Sardinia. I asked Paul to oil my back, while I pushed my bikini down, probably a little too far down.‟

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"Completely?‟

"Er... yes, quite... Paul, that rascal, took advantage of the situation and emptied a lot of oil down my bottom, then he apologized to me with a stupid grin. He was about as clumsy with the oil as you were in the bay today...‟

Mary immediately realized what she had said. She was silent, looking to the side as she danced, hoping her son wouldn't notice that her cheeks were glowing,

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but with her words, the afternoon was back in Terry's mind as he bent over Mommy's bum to brush the oil spilled between her thighs. Again, the image pressed before his eyes, of how he ran his hand over her curved labia. Hadn't she even sighed? Was that the woman he was dancing with? Was that really his mother, who had secretly given him a glimpse into her most intimate place?...

Only now it dawned on Terry that it couldn't have been a coincidence. Mom hadn't just accidentally let the bikini bottoms slip over her feet, she knew he would stare between her legs. Did she only allow it because she had wanted to? Had it made her as crazy as it did him? Terry wanted to find out and let his hand slide imperceptibly lower until he could feel the softness of her bottom.

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Surely Mama would reprimand him right away, because she would never have allowed that before, but when she didn't react to his touch, he asked carefully, "Did dad put the oil on your bottom?‟

Apparently Mama also seemed to remember the afternoon, because suddenly she was behaving again like in the bay, she pushed a leg between his thighs, snuggled up against him and replied, "I couldn't defend myself. I lay helpless on the bath towel and was totally exposed to Paul's delicate hands. That sweet cheeky badger distributed the oil... everywhere!‟

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Terry swallowed hard, he had never seen so much closeness to his mother. He was getting hot and cold, but soon his curiosity grew stronger. He put his hand under Mama's buttock, squeezed gently and wanted to know, "Here, too?‟

"Yes,‟ sighed Mary, as she gradually sank down.

Terry's hand had already slipped indecently low on Mommy's bum, but he noticed with incredulous astonishment that she didn't move an inch from him, on the contrary, he felt how she stroked his increasing hardness with her thigh. Terry ventured deeper with his hand and began to push it through the sheer fabric of the skirt between her legs, whispering, "Also here?‟

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But this time, mom pressed her buttocks together and hissed, "Stop it!... what if someone sees us like this!‟

Terry startled, took his hand back, and danced gracefully on. Even though his mother had rebuked him, she kept hugging him and feeling the bulge in his pants with her thigh.

Again Terry dared to ask, "And if nobody sees us, mom? should I feel where dad distributed the oil?‟

Mary smiled nervously into her son's face and excitedly whispered, "No, Terry, you are my son, you can't touch your mother like that!‟

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In the meantime, they danced behind two large loudspeakers, where the music was less loud. Terry couldn't understand mom rejecting him, but still she didn't stop hugging him, and she continued rubbing her leg against his erection.

"But mom, I already touched you today.‟

"That was something different,‟ she hissed, "it was just about oiling.‟

"But nobody can see us back here, mom...‟

Mary stopped her dance moves, leaned her back against the loudspeakers and looked sadly at her son's face, "You're just as intrusive as my Paul,‟ she sighed and let her gaze wander back and forth between his eyes for a while, then suddenly she closed her lips around his mouth and sank into a kiss with him.

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Terry felt dizzy when Mom kept kissing him, pressing her thigh more and more into his boner. He reached deep under her bottom, gathered up the feather-light fabric of the skirt and pushed his hand between her legs.

Mama felt his fingers in her crotch, broke the kiss, smiled breathlessly into his face and whispered, "That's exactly how Paul did it.‟

Without taking his eyes off his mother, Terry pulled his hand back and led it from above into her panties, crawled on and on until his middle finger tapped her rosette.

Mama opened her eyes and whispered, "You inherited that from your papa, you rascal.‟

Terry couldn't believe that this was his mother, with his hand tucked in her panties, who smiled at him as if he had just kissed her hand, she who until recently he had seen little more than her bare bosom on the beach. Suddenly he felt her hand squeezing between their compressed fronts and feeling his cock.

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At the same time, she brought her mouth to his ear and invited him, "Paul, that lout, went much further with his finger.‟

Terry looked at Mama's face to make sure he understood correctly and pushed his finger deeper.

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He felt that mom's rosette widened. She looked at him with big eyes, her smile began to dissolve until she breathed, "You are the same piglet as your papaaa.‟

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Then she closed her lips around his again and squeezed his erection. As Terry ventured further, and his fingertip slipped into her wet pleasure channel,

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she slumped and moaned, "My boy!‟

But suddenly, she opened her eyes, stared out into the darkness and pushed him away. Mama had recognized Paul and Lissy, who had fetched an ice cream and went down the sand hill to the dance stage. When Papa saw them behind the speakers, Mary and Terry were already turning their circles again.

Lissy called up to them, "Are you still dancing? I wouldn't mind leaving.‟

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"What?‟ wondered Terry, "otherwise you can never get enough.‟

"Yes,‟ replied Lissy, "but Rosy, this pushy guy with the hand bandage is here, even Dad doesn't make an impression on him.‟

"It should be fine with me", huffed Mary, "I'm exhausted from the dancing, but actually I want to take a little walk to the sea. Are you coming with me, Paul?‟

"Sure, my darling,‟ he replied, waving at Terry with his ice cream, "Will you come with us?‟

"I think I'm going to the tent,‟ he replied, joining his sister. The parents slipped off their shoes and disappeared into the dark, while Lissy and Terry returned to their place. When they got to the tent, less than a quarter of an hour passed before they had brushed their teeth and lay side by side on their sleeping mattresses.

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Terry was very dizzy, constantly circling in his head how he was standing with his mother behind the large loudspeakers. What was going on in mom? Why did she knead his pants uncontrollably and allow him to stick his finger into her warm pussy? He tried to chase the thoughts away and grumbled over to his sister, "I hope there'll be peace in here tonight, I'm starting to get annoyed when our hyperactive parents get down to business.‟

But Lissy didn't answer, he could tell from her calm breathing that she was already asleep. He, too, let his head sink into the pillow and dawned away.

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In the middle of the night, Terry was suddenly wide awake. Something had woken him up. He listened into the tent with his eyes closed, but nothing could be heard other than the rustling of the cicadas. His parents either weren't back, or they actually slept that night. But suddenly, he found that he was pressing around with his hand on the middle of his body. But not when he was sleeping! Terry's eyes widened.

The neighbor's gas lamp eerily illuminated the inner tent, Lissy was sitting next to his head on her lower legs, she had pushed her panties down to her knees. On the partition, he saw the shadows of his parents. Papa seemed to be standing because his hips protruded into the beam of light. Mom knelt in front of him and sucked his prick into her mouth. Only now, did Terry see Lissy staring next to him at the shadows of her parents and pressing a hand between her thighs. Her other hand... she had actually dared to take his little one out of his shorts and give him a massage while he was sleeping!

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Terry looked down at himself and saw his full-blown erection tower up. Lissy hadn't noticed that he had woken up because she kept looking at the partition. Mom released daddy's cock out of her mouth. Lissy took the opportunity to take her hand out from between her legs and stroke the shadow of Papa's protruding boner.

When mom's head blocked the view of daddy's prick again, Lissy looked at the hand that she had closed around Terry's hard-on, only now did she realize that he was looking up at her, confused. She froze in her movement and shrugged her shoulders in embarrassment, but she had already got her brother going so that he put his hand under her bottom without further ado and was looking for the entrance to her pleasure channel.

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Lissy felt her brother's thumb begin to fill it in. She cheered inwardly and put her finger to her lips to signal him to be quiet. Sliding on her knees, she pushed her legs apart as best she could with the panties around her thighs. Alternately, Lissy stared at the partition to catch a glimpse of Daddy's cock, then turned back to her brother and looked at her hand, which was hugging his bulging penis.

Suddenly, Papa lay on his back, his hard erection sticking straight up. Mama climbed upside down over him and tugged at the glans with her lips. Gradually, she lowered her pelvis to Papa's head, and Terry had to lift his torso so he could follow Mommy's bottom over his sister's legs.

Now, it was very clear that Papa was pulling his outstretched tongue through Mommy's pussy. Lissy felt in her left hand that her brother was in awe when he saw how Papa buried his face in Mommy's lap. Unfortunately, soon only the upper half of mom's back could be seen, everything else sank in the shadow below the cone of light.

Terry looked tormented at Lissy's face. She, too, was getting restless, because she really wanted to see Mama devour Papa's big thing. As if they had the same idea at the same time, Terry pushed his head between her thighs while his sister straightened up and leaned over him. Terry could still hear the fabric of her panties crack when he pushed her legs apart with his head, but he didn't care because he felt her soft lips close around his glans.

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Terry made up his mind to stay there forever, to admire his sister's plump pussy lips, but her tongue got him out of hand in a short time. He put his hands on Lissy's bottom and pulled her lap down to him until his outstretched tongue sank into her dripping pleasure channel. His sister still had her mouth closed on the tip of his cock and was puffing through her nose. Time and again, Terry put his tongue to her clit and pulled it up to her butt hole.

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Lissy felt that she could hardly suppress her moan, she had to do something, otherwise the parents would be suspicious. She pulled away from Terry, forgetting that her panties were still wrapped around her lower legs, lost her balance and threatened to roll into the partition to the parental inner tent, but she was able to catch herself at the last moment.

She turned around, stayed seated on her thighs and looked down at her brother, startled, who was staring into her face with a distorted look. Lissy remained calm, frowned, and shook her head to explain to Terry that they were both getting too loud when her gaze fell on the partition again.

Apparently, her parents had changed positions, because she saw that Papa's erection protruded into the beam of light. Mama stood over him with her legs apart and lowered her bottom to his twitching glans in slow motion. When Lissy noticed this, she couldn't help but look for her pleasure bud with her hand.

Terry realized that he couldn't count on his sister's help any more, so he took hold of his hardness and massaged it unrestrainedly as he watched Mama's labia brush the tip of dad's cock.

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Lissy almost despaired when Papa's glans kept coming out and didn't want to sink into Mama. She had to see it, now! Lissy let her finger swirl over her clit until she was beside herself, turned her head to Terry and saw that he was massaging his prick wildly. Quickly she straightened up, plucked her panties from her feet and crouched, spread over the middle of his body. She didn't stop pounding her lust bud, even when she sternly gave her brother a look that he should keep quiet.

Terry watched Lissy's lap approach the tip of his cock. He stopped rubbing his erection and held it tightly. His sister conjured him up again with flashing eyes and put her finger to her lips, then she let herself sink until his hardness filled her completely.

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Lissy bent down to him, began to move her pelvis up and down and whispered in his ear, "Stay calm.‟

Meanwhile, it was getting louder and louder with the parents, too. Terry and Lissy turned their heads to see their mother riding Papa in wild movements, every time she lifted her bum, Papa's dick almost slipped out of her pussy. The siblings took turns staring in the face, then again at the partition wall to watch the spectacle in the side tent. The last moments they ate up with their eyes. Again, Lissy noticed that they were getting too loud, so she slowed down her movement and closed her lips around her brother's mouth.

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After a little eternity, Terry grabbed Lissy by both cheeks and pushed her away to explore her face. He took turns placing a kiss on her lips and then looking at her again. Lissy smiled down at him, kissed him gently on the tip of his nose and set her pelvis in motion again. Soon, Terry felt like the two of them were made out of a single body, every time his sister lowered her bottom she breathed, "Yeah...‟

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When both had passed the point of no return, Lissy pressed her lips to Terry's mouth and pulled her lower body more and more violently over his hard cock. She threw her head back one last time and gave him her blissful smile until she felt her vaginal muscles tighten. She let herself fall on Terry and felt that he was discharging into her with all his might, then they moaned their climaxes into each other's mouth.

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