Janet wore black, her preferred color. A sheer lace sort of thing though both breasts were totally revealed. Half cups cradling her breasts in a tight form-fitting corset, that looked a bit like the old-fashioned kind worn in many brothels years ago. Garters, stockings on each of them completed the picture, Jacob wearing something quite similar though in red.
I don’t know why it was, it’s not like we hadn’t seen and admired the girls’ tits before, but there was just something about the way the two of them were displayed sitting there the way they were. And then Jacob spread her legs, she had crotchless panties on…as did her mom, each of them sitting there with a vibrator up deep inside their pussies. Now I had some sort of an idea as to what Janet’s been filming.
My cock was now rock-hard, not even realizing it had gotten that way until my wife bid me over to stand beside her.
“Stand here…to the side, so the camera can see us,” she stated, taking my cock in her mouth, just as Jacob did to her brother. The two of us now like bookends on either side of the small couch, our dicks in the girls mouths, vibrators in their cunt’s as we all stood there smiling at the camera.
After several minutes of some rather intense cock-sucking, it was then decided that Max and I would return the favor. With the girls still sitting side by side there on the couch, he and I knelt down on the floor in front of them both, in seconds, licking and sucking pussy like there was no tomorrow.
I had already turned on the second camera, which would give us more of a wide-angled view, covering most of the room. The first I had reset for periodic zoomed in shots on a self-timer every few minutes. There was no way of knowing what all I might get doing it that way, but I was still fairly confident we’d get some interesting close-ups when I went in and edited it all later.
For the next half an hour we delighted ourselves teasing and pleasing one another, and finally fucking, this time using the chairs as our main props. The girls using the backrest of each, facing one another, leaning forward for balance as I stepped behind my wife, with Max doing the same thing to Jacob.
We fucked doggy-style facing one another grinning from ear to ear. The sight of my daughter’s tits swinging to and fro as her brother thrust into her from behind was erotic as hell. And they were no doubt watching and enjoying the same thing from their vantage point while I fucked their mother from behind, slamming into her wildly now as she ground back against me taking me in.
And of course the wild naughty side of Janet emerged too, which I’d been expecting, adding that extra spicy slut sauce to the whole affair.
“Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy you prick!” Janet cried out, “Come on baby…ram it, fuck it…make me squirm you fucking bastard!” She screamed.
There was no doubt they were both getting close, simply by the looks in their eyes. I was fighting hard against doing so myself, not yet ready to nor wanting the first round at least to end already. But there had been more to all this than either Max or I were aware of, when surprising us both, by some mutual prearranged signal or something, the girls suddenly stood announcing at once that he and I were to sit down.
Neither one of us dared to ask why…or what was going on, simply taking direction and sitting down on the two dining room chairs that they had placed together earlier on. I had briefly wondered about that earlier, but now it was obvious they’d had plans for them in the beginning as Max and I took our seats.
“Ready for another shower?” Janet asked, “Because I think you’re both going to get one,” she said her face about as wanton and lusty as I’d ever seen it…just short of that frenzied, almost scary look I’d only seen twice before.
But the big surprise came when the two of them stood before us, Jacob in front of me…Janet in front of our son. They began by squatting over us…not touching, and certainly not inserting anything, just simply rubbing their cunts. But each one doing so in such a way, there was no mistaking the intent here, or what was soon about to happen either.
Sure enough, only a few moments later, Jacob’s deep-throated signature climax erupted. Her pussy began to squirt, the thin streamer of her girl juice arching out of her pussy hitting my hard prick directly, splashing against it. Not to be outdone either,
Janet’s own juicy climax began, not quite the water faucet this time, but wet enough that she splashed, not a continuous streamer like Jacob was doing against me, more like gushed squirts that just exploded one after the other in rapid succession as Max sat back enthralled, somewhat amazed and surprised as his mother came on him.
**
After everyone had collected themselves, and the girls had cleaned up a bit as I fixed us all something to drink, Janet then wandered over towards the closet, opening the door and retrieving a small sack she had stashed there. Though curious, I didn’t ask…I knew by the look on her face she’d soon explain it anyway, but there was another look too. A new one by the way I saw it. She looked hesitant, antsy…but there was no denying the fact she also looked determined too.
“I don’t think that now is the time or the place to hold a more formal sit down and talk about this sort of discussion,” she began. “But I have come to a personal decision about something. And after I tell you about that…I’m then going to show you and give you all something, and ask if you’d be willing to go along with it…mainly for me,” she added.
It was obvious even Jacob had no idea, this being something Janet hadn’t discussed or shared with her beforehand. Though before she began, Janet nodded at the cameras looking towards me. I walked over, turning them both off, and then returned where I now sat on the couch again, sipping my drink and wondering like everyone…what she was about to reveal here.
“Maybe it’s just me…and maybe I am being a bit too silly about this. But…I’ve come to accept and realize, I have enjoyed, and am enjoying the things we’ve all done and so recently shared with one another.” No one spoke, no one dared too. Whatever it was that Janet had to say, it was evidently important. “We’ve already done and experienced things I didn’t think I’d allow myself to do, and like I said…it’s not that I feel guilty about it, because I really don’t. It’s just me.”
She suddenly reached down into the sack she was holding, and moments later withdrew four blindfolds along with four black silk scarves.
“I’ve made a decision. And if you’re willing to indulge me this one simple request,” she said now handing them out to everyone. “If you’re all willing to wear these, and promise not to peek, or even talk much if you can…then after that, I say…we just sort of go for it.”
It wasn’t too surprising when no one had any objections, and if anything, the kids found the whole idea rather kinky and erotic, to now realize we’d all been given the go ahead to do whatever to whom we felt like doing as it were. Janet then instructed us to all walk over to the king-sized airbed that Max and I had positioned earlier. She then ensured we were all properly blindfolded and unable to see as she finished securing our coverings.
She then walked over and grabbed her own mask off the arm of the couch, returning a second or so later, and had me help her put on her own, which I did even though I couldn’t see what I was doing. I felt however, ensuring myself that Janet too was just as blind as the three of us were.
For whatever reasons my wife had in doing it this way, it turned out to be one of the most erotic, sensual encounters I have ever known. Perhaps being Maxbed of one of our senses added to it, I don’t know. But I saw…and I think we all did, with our mind as well as by enhanced touch. We explored, played…experienced one another in ways I honestly didn’t think were even possible.
By the end of it all, the four of us were completely exhausted, spent beyond words. Several hours had in fact passed by now, and soon I could even hear the gentle sound of Max’s snoring. He had simply fallen asleep where he lay.
**
Janet asked me to wait for a couple of days before we were to get together again and watch the bit of movie we had made. She wanted that time for everyone, to think about what we had done, how we felt about it, and seek some assurance from one another. Which I believe we all did. If anything, the peace and calm around the house was better than it had ever been before.
“I told the kids we’d watch it first, edit out anything that looks dumb or simply didn’t turn out well. And then we’d all sit down and watch it together,” she stated.
Sitting down in the old den, I turned on the TV, popped the newly made DVD in, and settled back on the couch with my wife. We’d caught some pretty good stuff as I knew we would, though there still wasn’t as much of it as I would have liked, making a few notes along the way of things we would pMaxably want to edit out.
It was nearing the end of where I’d quit filming, and I reached over to grab the remote. Janet stopped me, however , smiling. I looked at her questioningly.
“The shows are not over yet…if anything, it’s just begun,” she said winking. I looked at her in surprise, though I settled back into the couch once again. Now I am anxious to see the rest of it.
“Where are the kids?” I asked.
“Upstairs in Max’s room watching another movie,” she stated.
“Oh? And which one is that?”
“Swiss Family Maxinson,” she said looking at me with a gleam in her eye.
“But…but that’s…”
“I know…now shut up and watch the movie,” she laughed, and reached over to begin unzipping my fly.
The end…