Like Parents, Like Adult Children

All characters are over 18 years old.

THE START

I'm a college student in the town where my divorced father works. I'm 5'7" tall, lean, and, by the way, half black on my mother's side, so curly dark hair. My girlfriend is a "faculty brat" living with her divorced mother. Beth is 5'4", 36C breasts, 28" waist, 34" hips, very red hair. Our parents met at "parents' weekend" and somehow clicked. My Dad is 5'10", blond, lean but not overly muscular. Beth's mom, Jane, is 5'3", 38D breasts, maybe 30" waist and 36" hips, and the same red hair as Beth. Our parents' relationship snowballs. Now my girlfriend and I have the oddity of our parents also dating. It gets even weirder when my father proposes a double date.

"Jane and I are talking about her and Beth moving in with us when her lease expires next month," he began once we were seated at the restaurant.

Beth and I went slack-jawed and our eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Calm down you two," Jane continued where my father left off. "We're what are called 'consenting adults' and have talked it over. Your house has room enough for the four of us. Our apartment building has been slowly deteriorating for years, and it's just not worth the next rent hike."

Beth and I looked quizzically at each other.

"You realize that Beth and I are going steady?" I asked.

"So?" Jane countered.

"So," Beth began, "at our ages, we may eventually start having sex."

My 19 year old brain had been dreaming about that since our second date. I hadn't even wondered where her 20 year old mind was on the matter. This could get interesting.

"We know," my father added. "Jane told me Beth has been on the Pill since after her second date in high school, just in case. Jane's also on the Pill, just in case."

"So you're both okay with the idea of Beth and me having sex?"

"Yes," Jane responded, in a matter-of-fact tone.

"I'm surprised you haven't done it already," my father added, almost accusingly.

"Why, Fred, I didn't expect you to have that attitude," Jane mocked.

"I know how I was when I was Will's age," my father confessed.

"Dad, please," I tried to steer the conversation anywhere else. "I'm ravenous. Can we get dinner ordered before we get any further into your sordid past?"

"I hear they're expecting a brutal winter," Beth aimed for a safer topic.

"The house is well-insulated, and has a good heating system," my father answered, trying to sound reassuring. "There's enough closet space for two more people. Beth can have the third bedroom."

"Then it's settled," Jane tried to close the housing discussion.

The waiter had kept a discreet distance until it looked like we were ready to order. When he went to turn in the order sheet, Jane picked up the conversation.

"We'll need to start packing, so should be ready to start moving things we're not currently using in a week or so," she began the next phase of the conversation. "The small stuff can go by car, but whatever furniture we move will need a van. Some things can go to charity, and most of them will pick stuff up."

Dinner came, and the conversation died out while we ate.

MOVING MONTH

As predicted, the move took a while to happen. Boxes and bags of out of season clothes, holiday decorations, etc. Came first. Furniture pieces being considered for moving were measured, and discussions about where they'd fit followed. We had some space where my mom had taken stuff in the divorce, and there were a few things they had that would replace some of our less useful items. All the furniture fit in a rental van, with some clever packing. Jane's queen size bed would go in the primary bedroom. The full size bed would go to Beth's room. I still had my twin bed from long ago.

FIRST NIGHT OF BLENDED FAMILY

I found the first night with Beth and Jane in the house weird, despite several weeks of knowing it would happen. One of the weirdest things was having to share the bathroom with Beth. She had a lot of stuff to fit into the little space available. As an only child, I'd had this bathroom to myself except on rare occasions when we had company.

"You'll get used to it," Beth tried to reassure me. "Mom and I shared this small a bathroom for years."

"I suppose," I murmured.

"Trust me," she smiled as she gave me a peck on the cheek.

"We'll see how it goes," I replied. "Maybe we could add a cabinet for some of your stuff."

"Good night, grumpy," she said with a wink as she padded off to her room.

I wasn't sure what to make of that departure, so got into my own bed and tried to get to sleep.

I had some really weird dreams, once I finally got to sleep. The weirdest was all four of us playing strip poker. Jane turned out to be either very good or very lucky, maybe both. She still had bra and panties, but the rest of us were totally naked. The next rounds had her calling out foreplay acts for us to do. She had me fondle Beth's 36C tits. Then she had Beth stroke my cock. Then she had my Dad finger Beth's pussy. Finally, we got Jane naked, and headed to bed. I dreamt I went to my room, and Beth to hers. Dreaming about going to sleep when you're already asleep is weird. Weirder still is dreaming you're getting a blow-job and waking up to find it's not a dream.

"Now what?" I thought to myself. I wasn't sure if it was Beth or Jane. I tried to not move, pretend to still be asleep and see how far this would go. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and drew a loud breath.

"Awake at last, eh, sleepy-head?" Beth asked.

"Busted," I confessed.

"I'm the one with the bust, buster," she corrected.

"Yes, ma'am," I replied, trying to sound contrite.

"So, are you going to check my pussy for wetness, or just hope I actually suck you off?" she demanded.

"If I could reach it, I'd check it," I replied, still somewhat in shock over her forwardness.

She swung around, and aligned her pussy with my mouth. I raised my head the little bit needed to taste her tangy twat. It was moist, but not dripping. I gave it a lick, then stuck my tongue between her nether lips.

She came up for air, and asked, "Well?"

"Damp, not dripping," I replied.

"Well, make me drip," she ordered.

I proceeded to tongue her twat, and she quickly went thru dripping to running.

I came up for air, "Now running wet," I reported.

"Good boy, now fuck me," she commanded. The turned around and lowered her wet womanhood on my stiff stick. "AAAH," she sighed as she impaled herself on me. She rode me hard, fast, and deep. After the blowjob, I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold my fire.

"I'm about to cum all over that fat fuckpole," she announced.

"Good," I replied, "cuz I'm about to shoot my whole load up your juicy cunt."

"Fire away, stud," she replied. I did indeed fire away, driving her that last step to her own orgasm.

She collapsed on top of me, and we both gasped for breath. Once we could finally talk, she began, "That was in-fucking-credible."

"Yes, you were," I replied. This was the best sex I'd ever had, although my experience was very limited.

"Now, let's get cleaned up and see if we can get some sleep," she directed.

"You first," I replied.

"Together," she countered.

"Okay," I acquiesced. I had no idea what she had in mind next.

We padded to the bathroom, and she turned the water on in the tub. "Looks like we need another towel," she said. I went to the linen closet down the hall. I heard noises from my father's room, and went to the closed door to listen.

"Do you think the kids did it?" I heard Jane ask.

"No idea," Dad replied.

"Are you up for another round?" she asked.

"I think I need til at least morning," he replied.

"Did I wear you out that badly?" she asked, trying to sound concerned.

"Yes, as a matter of fact," he answered.

"How long has it been?" she asked.

"Since I was last with a woman? Years. Since I jerked off, a few days," he answered, plainly.

"Okay, then," she continued. "That was the best sex I've had in a long time. Thank you."

"Thank you," he countered.

I finally got back to the bathroom. Beth was luxuriating under the generous shower head.

"What took so long?" she asked.

"I heard our parents talking, and listened in for a bit," I admitted.

"Oh?" she asked. "Anything I should know?"

"Well, they had a good sex session," I replied.

"And?"

"Wondered if you and I did it," I replied.

"And?"

"They'd both had long dry spells, sex-wise. Dad admitted to jerking off."

"What about you?" she asked.

"What about me?"

"When did you last jerk off?"

"Last week," I confessed.

"Were you thinking about me?" she asked, sounding like she wanted a yes.

"Actually, watching porn featuring a girl who looked a little like you," I replied.

"Damn," she said, "that just cost you a few points. Now, wash me."

I soaped up the cloth, and lathered her from neck to toe. I paid special attention to her boobs, crotch, and crack.

"My turn," she said as she quickly rinsed off most of the soap and took the cloth from me. She was equally thorough, including crotch and crack.

We each washed our own hair, then did a final rinse.

"Now you dry me, then I dry you," she directed.

I didn't get as good a feel with the towel as I had with the cloth, but it was nice to touch her some more. She dried me, then kissed me.

"This is the beginning of a beautiful relationship," she said as she kissed me.

THE MORNING AFTER

I slept like the proverbial log. Fortunately, it was Saturday, so sleeping in wasn't a problem. I laid in bed awhile after waking, until I heard multiple voices from the general direction of the kitchen. I finally got up, brushed my teeth, got dressed and went to join the others.

"Good morning, sleepy-head," my father greeted me.

"Morning, all," I replied.

"I think we need a new house rule for days off work," Jane began. "Last one up makes breakfast."

"You don't even know if I can cook," I countered. "It may be cold cereal."

"I want pancakes and bacon," Beth chimed in.

"Sounds good," Dad added.

"Moved and seconded, I vote yes, so that's at least 3 to 1 for Will making bacon and pancakes," Jane concluded.

At least they'd made a pot of coffee, so all I had to do were the bacon and pancakes.

"How many strips of bacon, and how many pancakes?" I asked.

"Three and three," Jane replied.

"Same," Beth added.

"Sounds good," Dad chimed in last.

I cooked breakfast, and we had an interesting conversation with it.

"I take it you slept well, son?" Dad asked.

"Once I got there, mostly," I replied.

"Jane and I slept well, despite not being used being in bed with another person," Dad admitted.

"That's nice," Beth added. "Did you use any sleep aids?"

"No drugs, anyway," Jane replied.

"What else is there?" I asked, trying to be sly.

"A gentleman doesn't tell," Dad replied.

"That in itself is telling," I countered.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, son," he admonished.

"Did I say anything?" I countered again.

"No, but you were probably thinking it," he accused.

"Come on, Fred," Jane interposed. "The kids have a right to know that we're not keeping things platonic."

"Thanks, Mom," Beth added.

"So, young lady, did you and Will do it?"

Beth looked at me quizzically. I smiled back at her, and she smiled at me.

"Yes, we did," she proudly announced, "and I started it."

"So, how did he do?" Dad asked.

"Very well, once he woke up," Beth quipped.

"How well?" Jane asked.

"Mother, try to be a lady," Beth admonished. "I had wondered how 'black' he is, and while he's no pornstar he's well equipped."

"Really?" Jane replied. "I may have to check him out myself sometime."

"Thanks," Dad said, trying to sound hurt. He knows I have a good inch on his length, and a little on girth as well.

"Well, I might not mind an older man," Beth added. It sounded like we were going to swap partners in the near future.

SATURDAY NIGHT OF BLENDING INTO A FAMILY

JANE AND ME

It had been a day of sorting the women's stuff and arranging it to better fit the available space. Dad and I mostly hauled stuff to where the women wanted it, then they stowed it, and sometimes re-stowed it as more stuff had to be fit into place. Lunch was just sandwiches, chips, cookies. Nobody felt like cooking supper, so we just ordered pizzas.

"Well, I could use a shower," Dad announced shortly after supper.

I had worked up a sweat myself, so was also ready to clean up.

"I'm not all that sweaty, but a shower sounds good," Beth added, winking at Dad.

"Well, I don't want to be the odd one out," Jane chimed in. "How about it, Will?"

"I'm game," I replied. Two women in 2 days was more than I'd ever dared imagine, despite porn videos of guys with two or more gals at the same time.

Dad and Beth headed to the primary suite bathroom. Jane and I headed for the other bathroom.

Jane checked the supplies, and decided Beth's stuff would meet her needs. My stuff was already there.

"Now, William, how shall we proceed?" she asked with an impish grin.

"Good question," I countered. "I'd say shower first, then maybe fuck in the shower?"

"Sounds good to me," she replied. "We may need a re-wash after the sex, though."

"Are you proposing sex first, then come clean?" I asked.

"Sounds even better," she replied. "Your dad was good last night, but Beth has me intrigued about what you've got in your trousers."

She stepped up to me, tilted her head back expecting a kiss. I obliged, and she gave me some tongue as her hand went to my crotch.

"Feels promising," she said. "Now, let's have a better look."

She undid my belt, then my jeans, and pushed them and my briefs down off my hips onto the floor.

"Very nice," she said as she took hold of my erection. "Beth was right, this will be good."

She stepped back, and looked at me as if to say, "What's taking you so long?"

I undid her pants, and pushed them and her panties down. She had "peach fuzz" down there. I knelt down and kissed her labia. She moaned softly. I felt her squirm a bit as she pulled off her top. I'd noticed earlier that she didn't seem to be wearing a bra at dinner.

"Come here, big boy," she said as she lifted me up off my knees. She pulled me tight, pressing her breasts against my chest and kissing me again. My cock was itching to get into her cunt, but the height difference made that awkward standing up. She pushed my cock down, so it could slide between her legs and rub on her pussy lips.

"MMMMM," she moaned. "Now, I want that sausage inside me." She released me from her arms, then hopped up on the vanity.

That put her pussy at just the right height for my turgid torpedo. She was plenty wet enough, so I slid right in.

"OH," she gasped.

"Too much?" I asked.

"No, just unexpected. Now fuck me, stud!"

I obliged her willingly, stuffing her snatch like it was a casing for my sausage. Since I'd just dumped a load of cum in Beth the night before, this would take a little longer to climax with Jane. She didn't mind, moaning louder and louder as she approached her climax.

"Damn, you're a great fuck," she said. "I'm about to have the mother of all orgasms."

I thrust even harder at that statement, wanting to give her the Grand mother of all orgasms. A few more thrusts, and she was screaming at the top of her lungs that she was CUMMING!

I was able to hold my fire until she was just panting, not gasping.

¨My turn, ¨ I announced as I unloaded a smaller volley than I´d given her daughter.

¨IN-FUCKING-CREDIBLE, ¨ she announced when she could finally speak. ¨We need to do this more often. ¨

¨We´ll see what my father and your daughter have to say about that, ¨ I replied. ¨Now, I suggest we hit the shower before we drip too much on the floor.

FRED AND BETH, AS TOLD BY BETH

"First, I need to pee," I told Fred. I dropped my pants and panties, and sat on the toilet. When I was done emptying my bladder, I saw blood on the toilet paper when I wiped up.

"Damn," I muttered.

"What's wrong?" Fred asked.

"My period is starting," I replied. "So my vagina is closed for business."

"What about the rest of you?" Fred asked.

"Huh?" I asked.

"Ass and mouth," he replied.

"I've never blown a guy til he came," I replied. "I've heard of ass-fucking but never done it."

"Which would you like to try?" He asked.

"I usually get tired of sucking cock after about 10 minutes," I explained.

"What's the fattest turd you've dropped?" He asked me.

"I dunno, maybe an inch," I answered.

He dropped his jeans and briefs, freeing his already hard member for me to see.

"Those big turds were usually pretty soft," I began. "That looks much harder."

"I'll lube it well, so once you loosen up it'll slide right inside," he tried to ease my fears.

"Okay, I'll give it a go. If it hurts too much, you'll have to settle for a hand job."

"Fair enough," he agreed.

We finished undressing, and he got a tube of lube out of a drawer. We got into the tub, and he handed me the lube.

"Get about an inch long squirt on your hand, and rub it on my cock," he told me.

The lube looked almost like petrolatum, so I hoped it was as slick. As I stroked his cock, it felt like it was.

"Now, stick your middle finger into your asshole," he directed.

"Just relax and it should slide in," he tried to reassure me.

It actually worked. It felt weird, but it worked.

"Now, bend over and relax your sphincter," he directed.

I bent over, and tried to relax. His cock is a lot fatter than my finger, so I was worried about being able to relax enough to let it in.

I felt the tip of his member touch my hole.

"I'll go slow," he said. I felt the pressure slowly increase. I tried relaxing more, and finally felt the head of his cock go where no man had gone before.

I gasped at the sensation.

"You okay?" He asked.

"I think so," I replied.

He pushed in a little further.

"Still okay?"

"Getting the hang of it," I answered, wondering how much deeper I could take him. I'd had the same doubt the first time I'd gotten screwed in the vagina, and that had worked out, so I told him to give me more.

He eased in deeper, until I felt his pelvis against my ass.

"That's all the way in," he said. "Still okay?"

"Fine," I replied.

"Ready for some thrusting?"

"Start slowly, and I'll let you know," I answered, hesitantly.

He withdrew a little, then drove back in a bit faster.

"Mmm," I moaned.

"Longer stroke?" He asked.

"Sure," I answered.

He pulled out further, then back in a little faster. I thought, this isn't so bad.

"Go ahead, give it to me harder," I told him.

He pulled back further, then drove in even faster. His groin slapped my ass this time. I wasn't sure I'd orgasm from this, but he'd cum when he was ready.

He reamed my ass for several more minutes, then asked, "Do you want me to cum inside or outside?"

"You choose," I squeaked.

A few more thrusts, then he pulled out and shot his load up my back.

"How was that?" He asked me as I stood up and turned around to face him.

"Interesting," I replied.

"Interesting good, bad, or indifferent?" He asked.

"Just... different," I said.

"Well, it obviously met my need to cum," he continued. "Some women claim to orgasm from a rear entry fuck."

"Not me, this time," I admitted.

"Maybe another time, when you're not so nervous," he tried to reassure me. "Now, let's get cleaned up."

We soaped each other up, then rinsed each other off. I liked the way he fondled my tits, and gently washed my labia without penetrating my bloody cunt. When we were clean, we dried each other gently. He kissed me, thanked me for being a good sport, and we went to our respective bedrooms.

AFTER BATHS

BETH AND ME

"So, how did it go with the old man?" I asked

"OK," she replied, a little hesitant.

"OH?" I replied.

"Well," she began, "my period started, so my vagina was out of play."

"So?" I tried to lead her on.

"He gave the choice of sucking him off or taking him in my ass. Since I've not yet managed to suck a guy off, I went for the ass."

"And how did that go?"

"Not as badly as I'd feared. He used lots of lube, and took it slow until I got the hang of it."

"So, the old man got his rocks off," I observed. "Typical male."

"What about you and the old lady?" she changed the subject.

"No bloody mess, but she's a good fuck," I began.

"Do tell," she encouraged.

"Well, she got right to the point," I continued. "She reached straight for my crotch, then took my pants down to get a better feel for what she was about to receive."

"Well, I told her you have a nice package," Beth admitted.

"Then she wanted me to drop her pants to show me what she had to offer. She's just got peach fuzz down there, so easy eating."

"Are you suggesting I should shave my pussy?"

"Sounds like a good idea," I replied.

"What next?" she begged.

"Then she parked herself on the vanity, just the right height for fucking. I was a low on jizz after last night, but eventually we both came," I continued.

"And then?" she urged.

"Then we showered and headed off to try to sleep," I concluded.

JANE AND FRED

"So, how did my young man do?" he asked.

"He was a credit to his gender," she replied. "I haven't cum so hard in ages."

"Good for him," Dad said.

"Now, tell me about my daughter," Jane demanded.

"She was a bloody trooper," he began. "She had to pee, and discovered then that her period had just started, so no vaginal sex even in the shower to manage the bloody mess. I really wanted to get my rocks off, so gave her the choice of oral or anal. She didn't think she'd be able to suck me all the way off, so went for anal. I let her grease my pole, then stick one of her slick fingers into her butthole to get a first feel of the concept. Then I lined up, touched my cockhead to her poop chute, and slowly pushed inside. She winced a bit, but eventually took it all. I fucked her til I came. She did not achieve the sometimes reported anal orgasm. Then we showered, and here I am."

SUNDAY NIGHT OF BLENDING INTO A FAMILY

We spent Sunday doing more unpacking. We were all looking at each other wondering what the night would bring, sexually.

We finally declared enough work for the day. Again, nobody felt like cooking a big meal. So, we settled for whatever struck our individual fancies.

"Are we up for sex?" Dad asked Beth when we'd cleared away the dishes.

"You know I'm not up for much," Beth pouted.

"I could probably take both of you," Jane added, almost bragging.

"That could be fun," I encouraged.

"Yes, it could," Dad added.

"What about Beth?" I asked.

"What about me?" she continued. "I don't think I'm up for another anal attack, but might be good for some cock sucking."

"Well," Jane continued, "that ass fucking sounds interesting. I've never actually done it with a guy."

"OH?!" Dad blurted.

"Calm down, it was an anal vibrator toy," Jane replied.

"Since we need to give Beth something to do, maybe she can suck my cock," I offered.

"I've never sucked a guy all the way off before," she countered. "I may need some help."

"We could tag-team Will's willy," Beth offered.

"Okay, then," Dad summarized. "I'll take Jane's ass, and the girls can take turns on Will's weenie."

"Works for me," the women and I agreed, almost in unison.

We stripped, and I laid down on the bed so Jane could assume the position. Beth laid down so she'd be ready to take over when Jane needed a rest from the oral ministrations. Dad lubed up and knelt behind Jane.

Dad eased into Jane's rectum slowly, letting her get used to the feeling. While she was getting comfortable with Dad's dick in her derriere, Jane started slurping my shaft.

As Dad started slowly pumping Jane's ass, she indicated to Beth that she wanted my meat in her mouth. They traded roles, then Beth moved so I could suck her tits. It was interesting feeling Jane go up and down on me while Dad went in and out of her. Finally, time for another mouth swap. The two women had different enough techniques to be interesting, but the swapping was making me wonder if I'd ever get my rocks off.

Dad finally announced that he was cumming, and loaded Jane's ass with his sauce. He pulled out, and went to clean up.

"How about finishing up in my pussy?" Jane asked me in as lustful a tone as she could manage.

"Hell, yes," I replied eagerly. "Maybe Beth can suck your tits while I'm at it."

"Well, she is my baby," Jane reminded us. "It's been awhile since I last nursed her, and my tits are dry, but it sounds like fun."

I got up, moved in behind Jane, and slid my slick stick into her slightly damp snatch. I got right to a quick tempo because I wanted to get my satisfucktion soon.

It didn't take long for Jane to announce an impending orgasm. It was a real screamer. It was also enough to pull me over the edge into my own explosion.

Beth was still nursing when I pulled out of Jane's no dripping pussy.

"I'll leave you to it, then," I told them as I headed off to see what Dad was up to.

AFTER SEX ROUND THREE

DAD AND ME

Dad was in the shower, just staring at his dirty dong.

"I take it you finished Jane," he said.

"Yes, indeed," I replied. "I left Beth sucking her mom's tits, like a big fucking baby."

"We haven't showered together since you were little," he continued.

"Why not?" I agreed. "Are we going to wash each other?"

"If that's what you want," he replied.

"I think I want, even if it could be construed as a little gay," I answered.

"Don't worry about it," he said.

We both got wetted down, then took turns lathering each other. I did his cock by hand, not wanting to make a stinky mess of the washcloth. I felt strange, washing another cock, especially my Dad's. He began to get hard, then settled down.

"That's enough, boy," he said, and I moved on down his body after a quick round on his balls. He turned around so I could scrub out his butt crack, another bare-handed task.

He paid the same attentions to me, but I wasn't so able to tame my tallywhacker when he washed it, again bare-handed. What did that mean? Was I just showing off that I was bigger than him? Or was there a darker thought I didn't want to admit having?

We finished the shower, and dried off.

"Let's go check on the girls," he suggested.

The bed was empty, so we padded down the hall to the other bathroom. The shower was running, and they were laughing.

"Well, goodnight, son," he said as he turned to head off to his bedroom.

"Good night, Dad," I replied. "It was nice seeing you in action after all these years."

"You too, stud," he answered while walking off.

JANE AND BETH

"Well, daughter, I think we did pretty well by the boys," Jane began.

"Yeah, and by each other," Beth agreed. "I don't actually remember nursing when I was a baby, but it felt somehow familiar."

"It's instinctive," Jane said. "That goes both ways. Babies have a need to suckle, and mothers have a need to be suckled."

"Anyway, I bet your crotch needs some serious cleaning," Beth continued, hoping to do it herself.

"Be my guest," Jane replied. "Remember the back is extra-messy."

"I bet it is," Beth quipped as she lathered up and proceeded to clean up the mess Jane had gotten from Dad and me.

They went through the rest of the shower routine, then dried each other off.

"Good night, dear," Jane said as they headed for their separate bedrooms. "Horny dreams."

"Mother..." Beth tried to chide, "same to you."

THE REST OF THE STORY

The frequency of sex declined to a more manageable pace after that first weekend. Most of the time, it was Beth and me in her room, Dad and Jane in their room. Sometimes, when one of the women was unavailable, Dad and I would double-team the other.

When I graduated, the only job I could get was a few hundred miles away, so I got home at best once a month. Beth got a work-from-home job, and enjoyed sharing my Dad with her mother. My trips home were almost as sexy as that first weekend

A few years after I moved out, I got the opportunity to transfer back to where I could live at home again. Since my bedroom had become Beth's office, I wound up moving in with her.