Family Camping

Family Camping

A note about expectations: The females in my stories are hot. The moms are model beautiful and have perfect bodies, and the sisters are invariably smoke shows. I’m not into big butts, thick thighs, cellulite, or pendulous calcium cannons, so I don’t have those kinds of women in my stories except on rare occasions based on my personal experiences. If any of those things are your taste, be forewarned.

But to our tale…

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“Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously. I know you’re grownups now, but this is probably the last chance we ever going to have to take a vacation as a family. Humor me.”

The look on Mom’s face was a combination of parental authority combined with a plea for cooperation. She didn’t want to be a tyrant, but she really wanted this, and her expression communicated how much.

That worked.

I caved.

“OK, yeah. Let’s do it.”

Her smile lit the room. “Oh, thank you, Richard. This is going to be so much fun.” She leaned over and kissed my forehead. I couldn’t help but notice that the V neck of the shirt she wore hung down from her chest when she bent to kiss me, giving me a brief but quite clear view of her quite firm, quite round, and quite braless boobs, nips and all.

Goddam, my mother had nice tits.

I had just agreed to a road trip with my family – Mom, Dad, my sisters Megan and Ashley, and yours truly. They had already agreed, quite enthusiastically I thought, and I didn’t want to be cast as the villain shredding my mother’s dream of familial togetherness.

My sisters and I spanned barely two calendar years from oldest to youngest. I had just turned twenty two and was getting ready to start my final year at Cal Poly Humboldt, where I was studying forestry in preparation for a career with one of the state or national park services. I loved the outdoors and had decided to devote my life to protecting and preserving nature.

Megan was one year and two weeks younger than me, and she and Ashley missed having the same birthday by a single day a year apart. Mom and Dad had wanted three kids and had built their dream family quickly, badda boom badda bing. My sisters attended San Diego State in our hometown, because of course they did. Megan was majoring in marketing and Ashley in elementary education.

I have to admit something: It had not really been that hard for Mom to convince me to go with them. Looking up at her I was again struck by her beauty, how she graced whatever room the entered. She was easy to love and we were very close.

Same for my sisters. They reflected that typical Southern California vibe you see so often, both of them being pretty blondes with little bubble butts, perky titties, and perfect teeth, the kind of girl that every boy on campus yearned for and every girl on campus hated. Their beauty was easy and natural but never went to their heads. They looked more like twins to most people.

I absolutely adored them.

I had assigned myself the role of protective and loving big brother. You hurt my sisters, you answer to me.

And they were reflections of our mother, Janice, a forty-four year old smoke show that every one of my high school friends had fantasized about. Tall at five-nine with dark blonde hair curling gently around her face, she didn’t have an ounce of extra fat anywhere and could rock a bikini like no one’s business. She was a successful real estate agent, making pretty decent coin in a crowded profession.

I was about to spend a week with these three beauties plus Dad. Not a bad way to spend time before returning to school, really.

And Dad, oh yes, we must not forget our dear old Dad, Russell. A year older than Mom, he was a project manager for a construction company, ruggedly handsome, fit for his age, and exuding an air of serene contentment. I mean, who wouldn’t? When your mate is hotter than the sun and smart as a whip, you are one supremely content individual. He was one lucky fucker.

We had a small motor home nicknamed The Beast, one of those clumsy thirty-foot-long rolling boxes that everyone hated to get stuck driving behind. Aft of the driver and passenger seats there was a dining table that converted into a double bed, a small sitting area, a tiny kitchen and bathroom, and a bedroom at the back. There was a side door next to the kitchen. It wasn’t luxurious, but we had used it often enough as a family and it got the job done.

The plan was for us to take a week meandering the length of California, going wherever the spirit moved us with a goal of dropping me off in Arcata at the end of the week and the rest of them returning home from there. Dad and I would share driving duties.

Onward…

Day 1

Dad drove first, Mom navigating from the passenger seat while my sisters and I sat around the table scrolling on our phones and talking in low tones. Somehow the three of us were free of romantic entanglements at the time, our shallow school year relationships having faded. We didn’t mind, really; we were very fond of each other and enjoyed being together.

I was sitting at the open end of the table and Ashley spoke. “Hey big bro, can you get me a bottle of water from the fridge? I’m thirsty.”

“Ooo, me too, ” Megan added. I got the bottles and brought them back, standing next to Megan. I couldn’t help but notice that both of them were looking straight at my crotch, which was at their seated eye level. My shorts were a bit snug and my package was clearly outlined through the fabric. I sat back down.

“Bro,” Ashley said quietly, “I gotta tell you. I didn’t know you were packing. Dang, you really are our ‘big’ brother,” using her fingers to make air quotes on the adjective. She and Megan giggled but held my gaze. I couldn’t think of a good response immediately, having just had my gorgeous sister tell me she thought I was hung.

“Well, thanks, I guess. Must be the effect my hot sisters are having on me.”

“Ooooo, you’re smooth too.” Megan nodded in agreement. “With that package and that mouth you must get laid a lot.”

“I do okay, yeah,” I told them. The subject was affecting me just like you would assume and I had a good chub going on. “But what about you two? Guys must be waiting in line to get with you.”

Ashley glanced at Megan before answering. “We hang out a lot together at school. Yeah, there are plenty of guys after us, I won’t deny it. But almost all of them are assholes, focused entirely on getting into our pants. We’re way more selective than that.”

“What are you interested in? What makes a guy different?”

“You want it straight?”

“Of course.”

Again a quick glance at our sister. “We want them to be like you.”

That news hit me like a nuke and I know my face flushed. Me? They could have any man they wanted, but I was the model of what they wanted that man to be?

“Wow, that’s a lot to unwrap.”

“Well, it’s true,” Megan said. “I mean, look at it from our perspective. You’re kind, you’re thoughtful, you’re caring, you’re gentle, and you’re handsome. And you’re heavily armed, it would seem.” She chuckled.

“I don’t know what to say to that.”

“Just accept it, then. You’re pretty fucking special.”

I just looked at the two of them, these two stunning beauties, and kept turning over what she had said. We felt the camper sway as Dad negotiated the curving road we were taking to get the desert east of San Diego and had to brace ourselves, which rather quickly broke the serious atmosphere that had developed.

Mom decided to end our first day in Borrego Springs, so he found a campground with drive through pads and water and electric hookups and even showers in a building close by. While our camper was comfortable enough, it really couldn’t sleep five efficiently unless we three sibs shared the double bed, a nonstarter even as desirable at that sounded to me.

Our solution was a tall dome tent that we set up next to the camper where two of us stayed when we traveled. Ashley usually stayed in the camper while Megan and I generally used the tent. We had done it so often that it was second nature to us, but I couldn’t shake this sense that today’s conversation had changed the dynamic.

Instead of cooking in the tiny kitchen, Mom had pizza delivered from town and we spent the evening munching our slices around a fire and laughing at each other’s stupid jokes. It started getting chilly in the open desert and we all meandered to where we would be sleeping.

While we weren’t a bunch of wildly incestuous libertines, we weren’t exactly modest at home. Living in close quarters over the years meant that we were bound to encounter each other is various states of undress. I’d seen my sisters so often in nothing but panties and crop tops that I had almost come to expect it as normal attire, as much as I appreciated the sexy display of their killer bodies.

Megan and I started to strip down in the tent, intending to sleep in our underwear. “I think I’m gonna go use the shower,” I told her as I dug out a towel and my kit.

“Wait one, I’ll come with you,” she said. We walked together to the building housing the showers.

There were adjacent doors for men and women, but there was no one else anywhere around and we had the place to ourselves. I went one way and she the other.

After brushing my teeth I turned on the shower in one of the large stalls to get the hot water running and stripped down, the clean water feeling so good after a day in the camper. I started to soap up when I felt an unexpected breeze, followed by Megan stepping into the stall wrapped in large towel. She closed the curtain behind her.

“What the fuck, Megan?” I blurted, making no attempt to hide anything from her.

“Oh shut up. You know you love the idea of showering with your sister, and there’s no one else around.” She giggled and unwrapped the towel, revealing her astounding nude body in all its glory.

Oh, fuck me sideways. What a vision.

How do you describe perfection? Sometimes there are just no words worthy of the honor.

Her petite, five foot four inch frame was topped with straight blonde surfer girl hair parted in the middle, framing an oval face with blue eyes and a pert little nose. Her longish neck led to well-formed shoulders, with the most perfect pair of B-cups in the universe right below standing proud and capped with light pink areoles and nipples.

Down across the flat plain of her stomach and her cute little innie navel, I couldn’t help but notice the slight flare of her hips, just enough to give her a real woman’s shape. Her pudenda was clean shaven and waxed, her slit clearly visible with her clit prominent. Her muscled legs led to her dainty feet with their lightly polished nails.

She was out-of-this-world gorgeous.

“Like what you see, big brother?” she smirked. “Did I pass the inspection?”

“With flying colors, Megan. You are amazing.” My cock was already half hard at the sight of the work of feminine art in front of me.

“You are even tastier than I thought, Richard. We knew you were packing, but holy shit. You’re hung as hell as well as being a gorgeous hunk of man.”

Any final barriers to physical intimacy with my sister evaporated. There was no game to be played here, no coy shyness and anxiety, no hesitation. We were ready to jump right in, so I offered her my hand and guided her under the water with me, where we immediately pulled our bodies together tightly and locked our lips in a passionate kiss.

I was kissing my sister and loving every second of it.

Man, did she feel good in my arms as the warm water cascaded over us. My hands wandered across he smooth back and down to cup the firm cheeks of her marvelous ass, kneading them gently before meandering again across her waist and back. Meanwhile, our lips were locked together and our tongues danced. I broke our kiss and began running my lips over the sides of her neck and her cute little ears as her arms held us tightly together.

“Oh god, Richard. This is everything I hoped it would be. You feel wonderful.”

“You’re the wonderful one, Megan. You’re so fucking gorgeous and I can’t believe we’re finally doing this. Let me wash you.”

I grabbed my bottle of body wash and poured a healthy portion into my hand, then began to gently but firmly cleanse every inch of my beautiful sister. Her neck, her arms, her delightful breasts, her sides. Every touch was electric.

I moved around behind Megan and poured more body wash into my hand. I continued my ministrations, paying special attention to her astounding ass and down her legs as far as I could reach before tenderly cleaning her center as she gasped. I used the body wash to wash her hair, the scalp massage eliciting coos of pleasure from her. I let the water rinse her off.

Staying behind her, I nestled my now rock hard shaft between her sweet ass cheeks and moved my right hand down until I cupped her sex and heard her breath quicken. My fingers parted her nether lips and I could feel her heat. I brought my middle finger up and rubbed the area around her clit, eliciting a loud moan as she pressed back against me as my left hand fondled her breast.

Just as I heard her moan again there was the sound of someone coming into to shower area, so I gently placed my left hand on her lips as a warning to stay quiet. We heard the water come on in an adjacent stall and another man washing himself. I felt her chuckle and I silently laughed along at the thought that he didn’t know what was happening three feet away.

I continued to use my fingers on her, sliding down through her slit and inserting one finger into her vag, moving it around in exquisite torture as she tried to remain silent. I finally gave her a bit of a respite and moved both hands to her breasts, cupping and fondling each.

Our shower neighbor worked quickly and finished his ablutions. We heard him dry himself and dress quickly, then leave the area. When he was gone we both broke down in gales of laughter.

“You bastard,” she said jokingly. “Right when we had to stay quiet you just had to play with my clit and drive me wild. I will get you for that, but right now you need to fuck me.” She bent slight forward and put her hands on the wall, jutting her pretty butt toward me and spreading her feet.

“Come on, get to it. You owe me and I’ve wanted to fuck you since forever.”

I gave a mock sigh. “If I must…” I gripped my rod and guided it under her, feeling the smooth warmth of her labia against the head. Sensing her opening I pushed firmly forward until I could release my grip and slide all the way into her.

This was real. I was actually fucking my sister.

“Ohgodohgodohgod yes,” she sighed. “You feel so good in me.” I put my hands on her hips and began to slowly slide in and out of her. “Oh yes, just like that.”

She began to meet my thrusts and our pace inexorably quickened; before long our bodies were slapping noisily together. The angle of our loving meant that my cock was touching her G-spot with each thrust, so her orgasm approached within minutes.

“Oh god Richard, I’m cumming already. God yes, you fuck your little sister so good.” Little squeaks escaped her throat as she pressed hard against me and I felt her vag pulsing around me. “Ohohohohohohohgod yes just like that.” I held her hips lightly as she came down from her orgasmic high.

Gasping for air, she said, “Did you cum?

“Not yet, but I’m close.”

“Then allow me. After that I owe you big time.” She turned and dropped to her knees in front of me and immediately took me into her mouth, bobbing her head energetically and gripping my rod at its base. She pulled her mouth off to talk, telling me, “I know I can’t get all of you in my mouth, you’re just too big. But I’m gonna get you off for sure.” She went back to sucking my cock.

She really was quite good at what she was doing, and I marveled at the sight of my incredibly beautiful and sexy sister blowing me. I rested my hands gently in her head but didn’t guide her movements; I was not going to roughly face fuck her.

I had been quite close to nutting when I was fucking her, so between that and her oral skills I didn’t last very long. I felt that old familiar tingling in my balls and pretty soon it became an unstoppable force, boiling over in violent spasms as I emptied into her mouth as she moaned in pleasure.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck oh yeah!” I grunted as my body shook from the intensity of my orgasm. She kept her mouth on me until the end, then pulled off and swallowed every drop.

“Fuck, you cum in gallons. I’ve never seen so much at once. Ashley is gonna love this.”

“Ashley?”

“Yes, Ashley. You know, our sister?” She stood and put her arms around my neck, smiling up a me.

“Uh, yeah, I think I know her.”

“Then know this: Ashley and I aren’t just sisters. We’re best friends. We might as well be identical twins. Believe me, you’re going to be fucking her too before this trip is over. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

I was a bit taken aback. I adored both of my sisters and had long ago acknowledged that they held a special place in my heart. But something about what she had just said didn’t sit right; was this some kind of game they were playing? Was I just a stunt dick?

Megan saw the emotions playing across my face and took my face in her hands, looking straight onto my eyes, into my soul. “You need to understand something. I love you. I’ve always loved you. I love you like a woman should love a man. You’re more than my brother, you’re everything that’s right in the world and there is no one like you anywhere.

“But Ashley loves you like that too. We really are two halves of the same person, and she feels what I feel and vice versa. What you are to me you are to her, too. Accept that and know what you mean to both of us.” A tear rolled down her cheek.

“Oh god, Megan, I didn’t think I could love someone as much as I love you right now.” Our lips met again and se shared a long, deep lover’s kiss. We broke the kiss after several minutes and just held each other basking in the glow of our love for each other and the major step we had just taken. We finally dried off and slipped our shorts on commando style, plus a shirt for her. Gathering our stuff we walked back to the campsite hand in hand, like the young lovers we were.

Back in our tent we took off our minimal clothing to change into what we slept in, but I stopped her while we were both nude.

“There’s something I want to do for you before we go to sleep. Lie on your back for me.” She did as I asked with a questioning look on her pretty face. I knelt between her feet.

“I want to give you a very special gift, something that will show you how much I love you.” I bent all the way over and began to kiss her smooth, athletic legs, starting at her sexy feet. The scent and texture of her skin was intoxicating and I lost myself in it as I planted tiny kisses up one calf then the other.

She knew what was coming, but I loved to take my time build the anticipation. I kept my eyes locked on hers as I moves slowly up her legs and she parted them more when I reached her thighs. She had a slight smile on her face and her eyes sparkled with excitement.

When I reached the middle of her left thigh I used the very tip of my tongue to trace a meandering line across her skin until I reached her center, but quickly moved across to her other leg and did the same thing.

“Oh, you are a bastard. A glorious, sexy bastard.”

Enough anticipation. By now she was breathing quickly and I could see her labia becoming engorged.

Let’s get to it.

I took a deep breath to inhale her unique musk, then buried my face in her pussy, immediately extending my tongue as far into her as it could reach.

“FuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUcccccckkkkk!” she almost screamed until she remembered who was sleeping only ten feet away, so she grabbed the nearest piece of clothing and screamed into that.

My lips and tongue feasted on this Michelin-starred meal, moving and licking and covering every part of her box from taint to clit and everything in between.

“Ohmugawdohmugawdohmugawdohmugawd,”she chanted. “I can’t believe how good that feels. Good god, you are amazing.” I kept looking at her face as I chowed down.

In truth, I am a pussy eating maniac. As much as I love every part of a woman, there is something very unique about going down on her. She’s wide open, exposing her vulnerabilities, and more importantly trusting you to protect them. It’s an infinitely intimate act, a real gift given to someone you care deeply about.

Megan was particularly delicious. We had of course just showered, but the scent of body wash blended with her unique tang made it better. As I used my tongue to gently circle her clit, I brought one hand down and inserted first one, then a second finger unto her canal, Turning my hand palm up and curled my fingers and felt for that little section of rougher tissue that Doctor Graffenberg had identified.

“Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes,” she grunted. “Motherfucker. You’re driving me crazy.”

I moved my fingers in and out and about inside her while my tongue and lips continued to stimulate her labia and clit. I could tell by her quickening breathing and the way she writhed and squirmed that she was getting close to cumming, so I pulled my fingers out and put both of my hands under her knees, lifting and spreading her legs until her knees were almost on her chest just as she released against my face that was firmly planted on her, lapping up her juices.

She screamed and grunted into the shirt she had crammed into her mouth, her hands pressing the back of my head until I could barely breathe. When she relaxed he grip I backed off the pressure I had been applying with my mouth and waited for her to recover.

She finally pulled the shirt out of her mouth and gasped for air. She put her hands over her eyes. “Holy. Fucking. Shit. That was incredible. I came so hard I thought I was going to pass out.” She put her hands back on my head and gently urged me toward her face. I moved up and supported my weight on my elbows since I outweighed her by at least 80 pounds, and when our faces met we engaged in another log, meaningful kiss.

“You have positively ruined me,” she said. “I will never in my life meet another man like you. Nor do I want to.” She pulled me tightly to her. “I love you so very much.”

“I love you too, Megan. I will always love you.” Her smile lit the heavens. “I don’t want to spoil the mood, but I have to do the driving tomorrow and I need to get my rest.”

“Then let’s go to sleep.”

We zipped our sleeping bags together and crawled in, wrapping our naked bodies together in an intimate knot of arms and legs and skin until we fell asleep.

Day 2

My internal alarm clock woke me up at 7 am. It was just part of who I was; I took my commitments seriously and I was driving today. Megan was still wrapped nakedly around me, so I gently untangled and crawled out of the sleeping bag. I dug out clean underwear and a new shirt and quietly dressed before exiting the tent.

Mom was already up, sipping from a cup of coffee she had prepared in the camper. “Good morning, Sunshine,” she chirped. “Want some coffee?”

“Yeah, Mom. That would be great.” She went back to the camper and brought me a mug of caffeinated goodness.

One indication of Mom’s breathtaking beauty was how she looked first thing in the morning. No ragged bedhead or blotchy skin for this beauty, oh no; she looked stunning a hundred percent of the time. I sat down facing her.

“Thanks for coming with us, Richard. This really means a lot to your old mom.”

“You’re not old, Mom. And really, spending this last week with all of you is gonna be fun. I don’t think we’ll ever do this again.”

A melancholy expression flashed across Mom’s face. “You’re right. It’s hard to get my head around the idea that my kids are adults now, with lives of their own. It’s time to move on. At least Megan and Ashley will be home for a couple more years.”

“You know we all love you, Mom. You’ll always have that.”

Her eyes misted and I saw her stifle a small sob. “I don’t know what I did to deserve kids like you three. You’ve made me so happy.”

On instinct, I stood up and stepped toward her, bending over to hug her for a few seconds. I was overwhelmed at the rush of emotion at that moment, the depth of how I felt about her. She was a fabulous mother.

I backed off a few inches and looked at her face as our eyes communicated everything we felt. She leaned slightly toward me and gave me a kiss straight in the lips, seemingly a chaste mom/son kiss, but it lasted a few seconds and was absolutely electric.

Electric for me, at least. WTF, dude?

“Thank you, Richard. Your old mom needed that.” I sat back down.

“Mom, stop with the ‘old’ shit. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known or ever will know. All my friends are jealous of me because of my hot mom, and I think Dad’s the luckiest man in the world.”

Mom looked at my face for an uncomfortably long time, a slight smile lifting the corners of her mouth. “I have to say, ” she told me, “you are one smooth operator. You could talk a nun out of her panties.”

I laughed out loud. “I’m not smooth, Mom. It’s just how I feel.”

“Believe me, you’re smooth.” She turned serious. “You know that Megan and Ashley adore you, right?”

“And I adore them.”

“No, I mean I think your sisters are in love with you.”

I treaded very carefully. I didn’t want to reveal that we had already started down that path, but I wanted to know how Mom saw things.

“Really, Mom? That’s pretty heavy. What makes you think that?”

“Moms see more than you think, Richard. They moon over you and their eyes follow you whenever you’re around. They want to be wherever you are. They talk about you constantly when you’re away at school. And I’ve heard them talking, heard them asking each other why the guys they meet can’t be more like you. You’re their perfect man.”

“Shit, Mom. You just made it heavier.”

“Sorry about that, but it’s true.” She took a sip of her coffee. “And I can’t disagree with their judgment,” she added so softly I that wasn’t sure I had heard her right.

“You need to explain that, Mom.”

She looked me right in the eye. “I will. You are exactly the kind of man every mother wants for her daughters. You’re kind and thoughtful. You’re smart. You’re attentive and caring. You give far more than you ask and you never demand. And damnation, you’re really easy on the eyes.” She paused and considered her words. “Hell, if I was twenty years younger you’re exactly the man I’d want to make babies with.”

WTF? Was my own mother hitting on me?

I was overwhelmed to think that anyone saw me like that, especially my gorgeous mother. “Wow. Thank you for all that. I’ve never thought of myself that way.”

“It’s all true.” She paused and leaned forward to make her point. “Richard, I don’t know where any of that might take you, but if you hurt my girls, I will cut your balls off.”

Shitfire, talk about an iron fist in a velvet glove.

“I will always protect my sisters, Mom. You know that.”

“Yes, I do. Just remember my warning.” She stood up. “OK, let’s get the rest of our hibernating herd up. We’re not in any hurry, but I’d like to hit the road sometime this morning.”

The next hour was filled with all the little organizing tasks required to move a family of five, with Mom and Dad showering in the camper and Ashley using the larger ones at the campground. I went back into the tent and woke Megan up with a sweet kiss. “Good morning, love. Time to get your gorgeous self going.” She smiled up at me, a vision that brightened an already sunny day, then reached up and pulled my face down for a long, sweet kiss.

“I could get used to waking up this way,” she told me.

“So could I, but Mom wants to get rolling sometime this month.” Megan laughed adorably.

I gathered up my stuff and packed it for travel, and when Megan came out with her stuff I quickly knocked down and packed the tent. We were ready to roll. They could eat breakfast in The Beast while I drove.

We took off at about ten, with me behind the wheel and Mom again navigating. I say “navigating” because although we knew our general destination, she decided what to see on the way and what road we might take to get to them. Dad sat at the table with Megan and Ashley.

After gassing up our first stop was right there near Borrego Springs, at a place called the Galleta Meadows Sculptures, a bunch of animal statues in the middle of the desert. The kind of place you only visit if you happen to be in the driving by. Typical Mom.

Then across the desert to Salton City, a failed attempt to establish a resort next to an inland sea created by a flood 120 years ago. The water is so full of agricultural chemicals that it’s worthless for recreation, and the area’s only current claim to fame is that it’s a couple of hundred feet below sea level. That means the water only flows in, never out, and only the most hardheaded desert denizens lived near it, surrounded by abandoned foundations and derelict buildings. Yawn.

Dad was still worn out from yesterday’s drive and was napping in the bedroom, and my sisters were both dozing at the table. As I drove I couldn’t help but glance repeatedly at Mom as she relaxed in the passenger seat.

She was objectively pretty, a stunner in anyone’s eyes, so effortlessly and serenely beautiful. Tall and lean with her long tanned legs, clad in little denim shorts with cuffs and a form fitting tank top, she was everything a man could possibly want and I was feeling smitten.

Without looking up, she said, “Enjoying the view?”

The scenery was boring as hell and I was confused, so I answered truthfully. “Not much to see out here but sand and rocks.”

“That’s not the view I was talking about.”

Busted.

“Sorry, Mom. I didn’t think I was that obvious.”

“You were that obvious. As obvious as you were when I kissed you on the forehead at home and you ogled my boobs.”

“You caught that?”

“Of course I caught that. Moms catch everything. Sons are not supposed to ogle their mother’s boobs.”

“Hot moms aren’t supposed to stick their naked boobs in their son’s face!”

“They weren’t naked!”

I leered at her. “Mother dear, there was nothing obstructing my view of your quite delightfully perfect naked boobs.”

She laughed and slapped my arm. “You’re incorrigible. My son says my boobs are delightful! What’s the world coming to?”

“Guilty as charged. And I won’t apologize for thinking that.”

“Hmmph.” She pretended to be looking at a map, but I saw the smile on her face. I returned to occasional glances in her direction, sometimes catching her looking back at me and smiling.

“You find this amusing?” I asked.

“That’s one word. More than anything I find it rather enjoyable that a handsome man half my age thinks I still have it, even if he is my son.”

“Oh hell, yes. Mom. You still have it in spades.” Another smile.

And I couldn’t help but notice how her nipples were now giving her a quite lovely set of pokies. She was eating this up.

We continued on up through the gaggle of cities anchored by Palm Springs, where we of course had to stop so our lovelies could say they’d shopped there. We dropped them off on Palm Canyon Drive, then Dad and I parked The Beast a couple of blocks away and walked back to where they were.

We actually approached them from behind, three stunning blonds in shorts and tiny shirts, with long flowing hair and shapely tanned lags and the three most perfect asses imaginable. People actually turned their heads as they passed, likely in awe of their sheer beauty.

“Dad, can I say something personal? Promise you won’t get mad?”

“Uh, sure, I guess.”

“You are one lucky SOB.”

He kept his eyes straight ahead, probably locked on Mom’s delicious butt. “Don’t I know it, son. Don’t I know it,” he replied softly. I chuckled at his honesty.

A fancy little lunch and another stop for gas, then the worst part of the trip. We didn’t want to wrestle The Beast through the San Bernardino mountains, so I drove all the way past dusty, worn out San Bernardino on I-10 and took I-15 up through Cajon Pass to what we Californians call the Upper Desert.

Mom had wanted to get a picture of us at the Summit Inn at the top of Cajon Pass, a vestige of the old Route 66 that was there before that part of I-15 covered it, but a brush fire had reduced into a pile of fenced off stones and ashes. So much for being where Elvis had once eaten.

Mom decided that she wanted to see the Sierras, so we turned north onto US 395, a two lane road with lots of up and down movement. Not real enjoyable at that end, but she wanted to keep us off the Interstate as much as possible.

That part of 395 is monotonous, the only unusual sight being all the excess airliners stored at a former Air Force base near Adelanto, dozens of them. I thought it was kind of eerie to see that much expensive equipment just sitting in the sun. My relief from the boredom besides the fact that I had to keep The Beast between the lines came from endless thoughts of Megan. And Ashley. And of course Mom.

We stopped for the night in China Lake, another dusty little nothing town notable only for the adjacent naval weapons station, a US Navy base in the middle of the desert. Dinner that night was provided by one of the Chinese restaurants in town.

Mom and Dad were pretty openminded, so even though Ashley was underage they let her join us is sharing a couple of bottles of wine around a fire pit that night. We talked about the upcoming school year and had lots of laughs and fun with family members who truly loved each other.

Desert nights get chilly even in August, so we soon retired into our regular sleeping quarters. Megan and I had been sharing what we thought were secret little looks because we couldn’t wait to get our hands on each other, so when we zipped up the tent we were all over each other, rolling around on top of our sleeping bags with our lips locked passionately.

“God, it was hard having to look at you today without feeling you,” she told me. “Fucking torture.”

“I agree. I would have loved to have had you sitting on my lap while I drove.”

She laughed adorably. “Yeah, Mom and Dad would have loved that.” She immediately turned serious. “Do you think they can ever know about us?”

“I think Mom might already be onto something. She told me that she thought you and Ashley were in love with me…”

“We are.”

“…but she also said that while she didn’t know where that might take us, if I ever hurt ‘her girls’ she would cut my balls off.”

Megan covered her mouth with her hand and laughed uproariously. “Oh god, that is so Mom. You can’t get anything past her.”

“No, you cannot.”

We returned to our heavy makeout session but heard the camper side door open and close. We separated onto our own sleeping bags in case anyone came to the tent.

It was Ashley. “Can I come in?” I unzipped the fly and let her in, closing it behind her.

“Can I sleep in here tonight? Mom and dad are going to be having sex and I don’t want to spend the night listening to them fuck.”

“How do you know they’re going to have sex?”

Megan answered. “They only close the bedroom door at night when they fuck.”

I looked at Megan. “You knew this?”

“Yeah, since you don’t live at home much you probably didn’t know. They usually sleep with the bedroom door open, but close it when they plan to do the nasty. And they do make a lot of noise when they do it.”

Ashley spoke up again, mimicking Mom. “‘Oh yes, fuck me harder, you animal! Give me all you got’! And Dad grunts like a bear when he cums.” We all broke down in gales of laughter.

“And given the sound of skin slapping skin, I’d say they’re both really fond of doggystyle.”

Ashley asked, “But I gotta say, they are one good looking couple for people their age, aren’t they?”

Megan nodded. “Fuck yes they are. Dad is so fucking handsome, and Mom is an absolute knockout, prettier than any woman I’ve ever seen. And that body! Don’t you think, Richard?”

“Hell yes I think it. All my friends in high school were jealous of me cuz Mom’s so hot. She should be required to wear warning labels for excessive hotness.”

The girls giggled at that. “Does she know you think she’s hot?”

“Yeah, she does. I’ve even told her.”

“You told her?”

“I tell her all the time. I may be her son, but I’m also a red blooded straight male. I’d have to be blind to not think she’s hot, and I know she likes to hear it.”

“She does?”

I related the story of how I had seen her tits and how she knew I had, and how we had discussed it on the drive. “She found it exciting that a guy half her age thought she still had it, even if that guy was her son.”

“Fuck yes, she still has it. I hope I’m half that sexy when I’m her age. Full disclosure, Richard. Would you fuck Mom if you had the chance?”

“In a split second,” I answered honestly. “I love her as much as I love you two, and strike me dead if I’m lying, but she’s so beautiful she makes my knees weak. Today Dad and I were walking behind the three of you in Palm Springs and I told him he was one lucky SOB.”

“What did he say?”

“He said, ‘Don’t I know it, son, Don’t I know it.’ while he stared at Mom’s ass.”

“Would you put the moves on Mom?”

“Not with things being as they are, no.”

“What do you mean?

“Well first, I would only do that if I knew she wanted me to. The feeling has to be mutual. And I wouldn’t hurt Dad, he’s as good a man as I’ve ever known and doesn’t deserve that kind of pain.”

“Cripes, Richard, you’re too good to be true.”

Almost on queue, we heard a low moan coming from the camper ten feet away, followed by another moan and a long “yeeessssssss….”. We all exchanged knowing looks.

“I’ll bet he’s going down on her,” Ashley opined. “She sounds like someone getting good head.”

“I agree,” said Megan. As if to confirm the theory, we heard a quiet, “Oh yes yes yes, right there. Right there yes…”

“Yep, he’s chowing down.”

Ashley was the first to take it in a new direction. “Fuck, this is making me horny.” She actually ran her hand across her pussy in front of us.

“Uh, Ashley?”

“What? I’m about ten seconds away from ripping my clothes off and rubbing one out, unless Richard is willing to eat me like he did you last night.” She looked back and forth between Megan and me, then directly at our sister.

“Why didn’t you tell me you and Richard were fucking?”

“It’s not exactly something we can discuss in front of Mom and Dad, now is it? I was waiting for the right time to tell you. How did you know?”

“It wasn’t difficult to figure out. I went by your tent last night and you were both gone, and when I went to check the shower building I could hear a shower running but there wasn’t anyone in the women’s area. One shower, two people equals more than just saving water.

“And when I went out to pee later I could hear you moaning when I walked past your tent. It sounded like he was giving you some really great head.” She looked at us seriously. “I’m not jealous, Megan, I know you love him as much as I do. Besides, you’re older, so you go first.” My hot sisters hugged each other for a long minute.

Just then a new sound came from The Beast, this time quietly Dad moaning in pleasure. “Now it’s his turn,” Ashley said. “I wonder if Mom can deepthroat him.” That elicited more laughter.

Then she reached of the hem of her shirt. “Fuck this, I’m ready to explode if I don’t get off.” She yanked it quickly over her head, revealing her own perfect set of B-cup beauties, identical to Megan’s, followed quickly by her unfastening and quickly pulling her shorts and tiny panties down and off. She spread her legs and started stimming her clit vigorously. I noticed that like Megan she was hairless.

“Do I have to do this myself, or are you going to help?” she asked, looking at me.

I wasn’t surprised by her actions, only by the speed at which the situation was developing. “Can’t keep a lady waiting, now can I?” I dropped prone and immediately buried my face in her pussy.

“Oh fuck yes yes yes Richard,” she softly cried out. “I have waited so long for you.”

Megan had scooted behind her and cradled her head on her crossed legs. “You are about to experience something you never dreamed of, Ashley. Prepare to be astonished.”

Ashley had her own taste, which was every bit as delicious as Megan’s and I lapped eagerly at her already wet box. My tongue and lips shared the sensations, licking and sucking and massaging her sensitive tissues. Every inch of her received attention, from top to bottom.

Remember that I was and am a pussy eating aficionado, so this was something I reveled in doing for women I loved. I was very good at giving a woman head, and my sisters were the ones I most wanted to receive it.

“Oh fuck me, that is wonderful.” Ashley gasped. “You are so good at that.”

I gave her all the loving attention I could, eventually bringing my hands into play and massaging her G spot, even giving her cute little butthole a tickle with my pinkie, something that got another gasp.

I could sense her orgasm approaching, so I did what I had done with Megan, pushing her legs up and spreading them to give me maximum access as I ravished her box. Megan saw that Ashley was about to scream, so she put her hand over her mouth to muffle the sound. As Ashley came she actually vibrated, her entire body feeling the pulsating release. I released her legs and she collapsed drained against Megan as I rose on my knees.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God. That was the most intense thing I have ever experienced. Where did you learn to do that?”

“It was good for you because I love you so much,” I told her. “It’s a gift I give only to very special people like you and Megan.”

Ashley sat up with tears in her eyes and grabbed my head. “I will never in my life meet another man like you. I am yours forever.” She pulled us together and we exchanged a very long, very intimate kiss, the kind of kiss only true lovers understand. When we broke our kiss she laid her head back on Megan’s lap.

In the blissful silence that followed, we heard new faint sounds from the camper, slower and more rhythmic but just as intense. “Yes…yes…yes…oh…yes…”

“I guess they decided on missionary tonight,” Megan said with a smile. “Sounds like Mom is really getting her some.” The sounds continued.

I spoke up. “I can just picture them right now. The noises they make paint a pretty vivid picture.”

“I can too,” Ashley said softly. “It’s like we’re right there watching them.” She reached down and gently rubbed her pussy. “Things have calmed down and I’m less sensitive. You ready to fuck your other sister, Richard?”

I grinned at her directness. I stood up and quickly shed my clothes, my cock a rigid beam sticking straight out from my body. Ashley was goggle eyed as she looked up at me. “Holy shit,” she said hoarsely. “That is one magnificent piece of man meat.” She looked up at our sister’s face. “Is all that going to fit in me?”

“Every inch, Ashley,” Megan assured her. “Every inch.”

She spread her legs and bent her knees as I dropped between them. She was wetter than wet from what we had just finished, so I grasped my rod and guided it slowly into her, then leaned forward so I was over her, supporting my weight on my elbows and arms. I slowly but insistently pushed my entire length into her tight canal.

Ashley closed her eyes in ecstasy. “Oh fuck yes, fill me up. It feels like you’re all the way up to my throat.” I smiled as I began to pump in and out of her, starting things slowly. She hooked her feet behind my knees and out her arms around my neck. At that moment the entire universe as focused solely on the three of us.

“No wonder Megan and I love you so much, Richard. You make love like you were born to it.” She pulled my face toward her for a sweet kiss.

“He is wonderful, isn’t he?” Megan opined. She looked into my face. “And he’s ours, Ashley.”

If I was going to belong to anyone, I wanted to belong to my two incredible sisters.

I was home.

This wasn’t just sweaty monkey sex. This was true lovemaking, gentle and caring. We looked into each other’s eyes as I pumped in and out, the pace slowly but inexorably quickening. The whole environment should have felt surreal, with me fucking Ashley while Megan cradled her head and our parents provided the erotic soundtrack, but it really just seemed so natural. This was where we all belonged.

By now I was pistoning in and out of Ashley more quickly, my steely shaft feeling every bump and ridge of her comforting love canal. I felt that stirring in my balls that was the first indication of an orgasm and kept moving back and forth.

Ashley sensed what my body was doing. “Yes yes yes my beautiful brother. Fill me up. Give it all to me.” Her face was angelic.

As I felt my release coming I gave a few more vigorous strokes, then pressed our pubic bones together firmly as I erupted and sent my seed deep into her as I clenched my eyes and grunted from deep in my throat.

“Yes, Richard. Just like that. Yes yes yes…”

I shook through my own release, my body consumed by it. This was intense.

We finally untangled and caught our breath. Megan stood up and quickly shed her clothes, the three of us now entirely naked. We zipped the sleeping bags together but left one side open, then settled in together in the most delightful sandwich you can imagine with my stunning naked sisters draped on either side of me.

Day 3

Which is how I woke up a few minutes before seven in the morning, still enwrapped in my hot sisters. I had to pee, so I reluctantly disengaged myself and slipped my shorts on commando along with yesterday’s shirt. I quietly exited the tent and found a close by tree to pee behind, hopefully giving me enough cover so no one could accuse me of exposing myself in public.

When I came back around I saw Mom waiting again, holding her own cup of coffee with a second already poured and next to a chair opposite her.

“Mom, you read my mind. You’re an angel.”

“Good morning to you, too.”

As usual, Mom was gorgeous even this early in the morning, but there was something different, maybe the slight smile on her face or the easy way she slouched in her chair. Let’s face it, she had that freshly fucked look about her.

“I assume Ashley spent last night in the tent?”

I looked her right in the eye. “Yes, she did. When you closed the door to the bedroom she knew what you two were up to and didn’t want to lie there and listen to it, so she came over and asked if she could sleep with us.”

“And what did she think we were up to?”

“Do I really have to go into detail?”

Mom smiled broadly. “No, I get it. I didn’t think we sent such a strong signal.”

“They told me it’s what you do at home, too, so they’re used to it. And we could hear you through the open window.”

She covered her eyes with one hand. “Oh god, that’s embarrassing.”

“Why is it embarrassing?”

“Kid aren’t supposed to know when their parents are being frisky.”

“Sure. We’re just innocent babes in the woods, completely ignorant of how babies are made.”

Huge smile. “Smartass.” Pause. “Were we really that loud?”

“You weren’t loud, but we were only ten feet away, the window was open, and you were pretty explicit. Let’s just say we could tell what you were doing by the noises you made.”

“You could tell that?”

“Uh, yeah. ‘Oh yes yes yes, right there. Right there yes…’ makes it pretty obvious.”

“And what do you think we were doing?” She actually had a devilish leer on her face, her visage sultry. Her pokies were back, her high beams shining brightly.

“Do you really want me to go there?”

“I do. Are you embarrassed?”

“Not even a little. I’m just deciding how explicit to be.”

“Say what you want.”

I carefully considered how best to phrase it. Politely? Crudely? Indirectly? I decided to push the envelope with her.

“OK, you asked for it. When we heard that, we figured Dad had his face buried between your silky thighs and was giving you a severe tongue lashing.”

She quickly covered her mouth with her hand a laughed uproariously behind it to stifle the noise. She recovered quickly.

“You have such a way with words. Your powers of deduction are very good.”

I had a sudden vision of my own face in her pussy and quickly stifled the thought.

Not here, not now, you asshole.

Mom leaned forward and spoke with a conspiratorial tone. “Tell me straight. How did hearing us make you feel?”

“Why are you asking me that, Mom? What’s this all about?”

“Several reasons. I’m genuinely curious how people react to hearing us having sex. As I age I’m more in touch with every aspect of who I am, including my sexuality.

“But mostly it’s because our relationship, how you and I interact, is very different now. You look at me differently, and I see you less as my son and more as another attractive man in my life, as weird as that sounds.”

“So you noticed.”

“Of course I noticed, Moms notice everything. You looked at my tits and didn’t deny it. You ogle me while you drive. You tell me I’m hot. You told your father that he was one lucky SOB.

“Those are not things a son does. Those are things a lover does.” Another long pause without breaking eye contact. “And to be honest, it gives me more than a bit of a thrill that you see me that way.”

I was gobsmacked, struck speechless.

“And here’s something you have to promise not to tell anyone. Promise?”

“I promise.”

“That tree you peed behind didn’t do much to conceal you. I caught a glimpse of what you’re packing, and I’m impressed.”

All I could do was stare at her. What the fuck do you say your mother when she tells you she loves your attention and thinks you have a nice cock?

“Now answer my question. How did you feel when you heard us having sex?”

I wasn’t sure how much I could safely share and bit my tongue, so she prompted me a little.

“Let’s set the scene, shall we? I know your sisters are in love with you and I’m ninety-nine point nine nine percent sure the feeling is mutual. The three of you are in a tent together listening to your father and I doing what consenting adults do. So fill in the rest for me.

“At the very least I’m your mother and I think I have a right to know if my children are doing what I think they’re doing.”

I decided that it was time to get everything out in the open. Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead.

“OK, you did ask for it.

“You are so right about us, we are totally in love with each other. Megan and Ashley are everything I have ever wanted in a woman, and they feel the same way about me as a man. They’re fucking perfect in addition to being so beautiful, so smart and caring and kind. I can’t even find the words to express how much I love them.

“I can’t get enough of them, they consume me. The fact that we’re related does not bother me at all. I know them better than I know anyone else except you. I trust and respect them and they put all their faith in me because they know I’ll always protect them.

“How did we react when we heard you? It doesn’t take much imagination to figure that out. Megan and I had consummated our relationship night before last, and last night hearing you two put Ashley over the edge. Let’s just say that last night I did for her everything that Dad did for you, and three of us slept together in a lovely and wonderful naked tangle.

“Happy now? Do I still have a mom who I love more than life itself, or am I going to be thrown out for being a pervert?”

Mom was openly crying, tears rolling down her cheeks even if she wasn’t ugly crying, as if she could ever ugly cry. “That was one hell of a speech.”

“It wasn’t a speech. It was entirely from my heart.”

“I knew that, Richard. That’s why I’m crying. I can’t believe I gave birth to and raised such a perfect man.”

“Even though I’m fucking both of my sisters?” I regretted my choice of words as soon as they left my mouth.

“Don’t cheapen what you have with Megan and Ashley by being crude. The three of you have found a rare and wonderful thing and I couldn’t be happier.”

“Oh god, that’s good to hear. The girls and I have talked about how we would tell you.”

“So now I know. Just remember what I told you about your balls.” We both laughed, then she stood up and walked toward me and I stood up too. She came right up to me, inches away, and put her hands on my shoulders. My own hands moved by instinct to rest on her hips.

“I need one more promise from you,” she said softly. “Promise me you will never change.”

I laughed softly. “I’ll never stop loving them and I’ll never stop loving you. Promise.”

She leaned her face up and gave me another kiss right on the lips. This one lasted every bit of five or ten seconds, a whole bunch longer than a typical mom/son peck, and was loaded with emotion. No tongue or smashed lips, just a long and meaningful exchange of love. She turned and walked to The Beast, opening the side door and stepping just inside before turning back toward me.

She glanced toward the bedroom to make sure Dad was still asleep, then quietly said, “I told you that what you say and do gives me a bit of a thrill. Here’s a little thrill for you.” She grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled it up to her chin, completely exposing her perfect tits to me. She held it like that for what seemed like forever but was probably only about five seconds. Enough for me to memorize every detail of the best boobs I had ever seen, perfect tits on a perfect woman.

She dropped her top back down with a sparkling smile and said, “The look on your face is priceless. File that one away.” She closed the door.

I stood there for another half a minute, running everything through my mind and ending up addlebrained, although I knew one thing for sure.

I was in love with my mother.

I returned to the tent, to my two lovelies sitting up, the covers at their waists, their hair disheveled and their smiling faces reflecting their contentment in our new relationship and their pert little titties providing just the right commentary.

“Did we see you making out with Mom?” Megan asked.

I dropped to my knees between them. “No, we weren’t making out. That was just a very sweet kiss between two people who love each other. But I do have other news.

“She knows all about us. She’s not only OK with it, but she’s also deliriously happy for us.”

“For real? Why didn’t you wait for us?” Megan gave the cutest little pout.

“For real, and the issue was right there between us and ready to be addressed. Anyway, like I told you last night, she had already figured us out. Today she asked me if Ashley had spent the night with us, and I told her yes and why. That led to some racy talk about what we heard, and she wanted to know how it made us feel. She finally said, ‘I’m your mother and I think I have a right to know if my children are doing what I think they’re doing.’

“So I told her.”

“What did you tell her?”

“I told her we were totally in love and that I couldn’t imagine loving anyone as much as I love you two, that I couldn’t even find the words to describe how much I love you.” I choked up and paused for a few seconds. “Anyway, now she knows and approves.

“We also talked about how she and I relate to each other and how it’s gone in a whole new direction.”

“Meaning…?”

“You know I think she’s totally hot and tell her that all the time. She sees me ogling her when I’m driving and how I complimented her on her so fine boobs. Turns out she likes the attention and gets a thrill from the attention.”

“She likes it when you do that?”

“Yep. So I have no intention of stopping.” We all chuckled.

“Fuck. Mom is even hotter than I thought,” said Ashley.

“Hotter than you know,” I told them. “She flashed her tits at me from the camper door.”

“She did WHAT?!?”

“She told me that since I had given her such a thrill, she wanted to give me one, then lifted her shirt and showed me her boobs.”

“Oh, shit! Bro, you know where this is going.”

“Actually, I don’t, but for now I’m gonna hang on for the ride.”

“Richard, we would not be the least bit jealous if you and Mom hooked up. Not for a second.”

I laughed. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

I wanted to spend the day making sweet love to my sisters, but we had to start getting our shit together. Mom and Dad used the camper bathroom to shower while the girls and I used the park’s shower facilities. There were several other users on both sides so we couldn’t share a shower stall.

Hell, we had an entire lifetime in front of us for love.

I knocked the tent down and packed that and are sleeping pads and bags away. After a breakfast of cold cereal we finally hit the road a bit before ten with Dad behind the wheel again. Today was going to be far prettier but far more difficult because we would be traversing the Sierra Nevada Mountains and its curving roads. First another gas stop, fueling the eight mile per gallon Beast.

Our first stop was at Manzanar, where thousands of people of Japanese descent, most of them American citizens, had been imprisoned during World War II because of baseless racist fears. The various barracks and facilities moved us all very deeply and we were pretty quiet for a while as we continued our trek. The depth of man’s inhumanity to man was staggering.

Ashley and Megan were lying on the bed at the back of The Beast while I stayed at the table. Mom was riding shotgun and toying with her phone as if she was looking for points of interest, but she was actually texting the three of us.

Mom: [[richard and i had a long talk this morning that confirmed everything i suspected. i need to know that my girls are completely ok with this]]

Megan: [[we’re more than ok, mommy. we can’t believe that the man of our dreams is our own brother]]

Ashley: [[and thx for being so supportive. i can’t imagine a better mom than you xoxoxo]]

Mom: [[stop that b4 you make me cry]]

Mom: [[did he tell you what I would do to him if he hurt you]]

Megan: [[yes lol. I don’t think it will ever come to that]]

Mom: [[me neither. i trust him with your hearts]]

I followed their thread without adding to it. With every mile I was becoming more and more understanding of the journey we had embarked on and how big my responsibility was and would become. Just as I had sworn to Mom and the girls, I swore to myself that I would always hold and protect their hearts and never do anything to hurt them.

I loved them far too much for that to happen.

At one point I got a private message from my sisters, an attached picture of them with their heads together on the bed, mouths puckered as if they were blowing me a kiss.

The pic showed them from the waist up.

There was no clothing in the picture.

I couldn’t get up from the table for a while.

The torture didn’t end there. Mom got up and walked back to the bathroom, giving me a wink and a smile as she passed. While she was in the tiny compartment I got a text from her.

Mom: [[I’ve heard that if you take a picture it lasts longer]]

There was an attachment.

A selfie.

A picture of Mom reflected in the mirror in the bathroom, holding her phone in front of her waist.

Without a shirt.

The owner of the most perfect rack in all of the world had sent me a picture of that very rack in all its glory, her firm c-cup breasts standing strong and proud, the areolae a contrasting pink to her perfect surrounding skin, her pinkie-tip-sized nipples erect. No sag, no stretch marks, no blemishes.

Just absolute perfection. Perfection for me to keep.

She came out and walked back to the passenger seat, a devilish smile on her pretty face, and ran her fingers seductively through my hair before she sat down in the passenger seat without a word.

Me:[[you are positively evil]]

A few seconds later:

Mom [[and you love it]]

Me: [[you know it. btw nice ass too]]

Mom [[in your dreams naughty boy]]

Me [[forever in my dreams for sure hot mama xoxo]]

Mom [[lol]]

Fuck me sideways. What in the name of hell was going on?

How serious was she? Lighthearted flirting was one thing, but sexting? A titty shot? It seemed to go beyond teasing, but how far?

What was her end game?

What about Megan and Ashley? Was it fair to them? Was I thinking of them or thinking of myself?

Was I capable of loving all these women as they deserved to be loved?

Fuck me.

US 395 took us up past Mammoth and its famous ski areas, in summer a stunning alpine landscape. Megan and Ashley had returned to the table, and we were playing footsie under it while alternating admiring the scenery with sending each other increasingly sexy text messages.

Ashley: [[i can’t stop thinking about how good your mouth felt on me last night]]

Me: [[well u r quite tasty]]

Ashley: [[i can’t wait to taste you]]

Megan: [[you saw how big he is ashley. I wonder how much you can take in. I could only get half into my mouth]]

Ashley: [[that means we’ll have to practice every chance we get lol]]

Me: [[sounds delightful. lucky me]]

Megan: [[dont get a big head bro. oh wait yeah do get a big head lol]]

Megan: [[as big as possible to fill my aching pussy]]

Megan: [[im dripping for you]]

I saw her moving her hand under the table and watched as she slid it under the waistband of her cute little shorts, all the way down to her pussy. She pulled it out and glanced at the cab to make sure Mom wasn’t looking, then held her hand across the table so I could lick her juices off her fingers. I kept my eyes locked on hers as I slowly and seductively licked each one, tasting her delightful bouquet and smacking my lips when I was done.

Ashley: [[fuck that was sooooo hot]]

Ashley: [[im wetter than I was b4]]

Ashley: [[I wish I could crawl under the table and suck you dry]]

Me: [[yeah prolly not a good idea right now]]

Ashley: [[I love you big brother]]

Megan: [[I love you too xoxoxo]]

Me: [[and I love you both so very much]]

We finally left the mountains and drove through rolling hills into Nevada until we neared that day’s destination of South Lake Tahoe, then more mountains to get to the lake.

This was the best campsite yet, facing east with the lake spreading out to the horizon to our left. A breathtaking setting and restaurants of every possible variety nearby, so we took a pair of Ubers for a night of steak, seafood, and lots of great talk.

Back at the camper we spent a couple of hours at our usual pastime of wine and talk before wandering back to our respective sleeping quarters. Almost as soon as Megan and I got into the tent, Ashley came to join us.

“Mom told me to stay with you for a while. She’s gonna tell Dad about us and needs privacy.”

Megan grinned widely. “So do we. Get those clothes off, big bro. We’re hungry.” By the time I had my shoes and shirt off both Megan and Ashley were bare ass naked and on their knees in front of me, unbuckling my belt and yanking my pants and boxers down to the floor. I was hard in an instant.

I lost track of time as we became a knot of arms and legs and breasts and skin and pussies and lips and my sole penis. While I was on my feet they gave me the first double blowjob of my life, these two astounding beauties licking and sucking and stroking me as a team.

“Goddam, Megan, you were right!” Ashley gasped. “I’ll never get that down my throat!”

“I don’t need that,” I assured them. “Just loving you is enough.”

“Maybe you don’t think you need it, bro. But we want as much of this gorgeous piece of meat in our faces as we can get.” They moaned and shined as they gobbled as much of me as they could.

We went crazy, trying to get into as many positions as we could as quickly as we could get into them. Missionary, doggy, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl – it was like a class in giving and getting pleasure. They both came repeatedly while I did my best to hold off.

We finally settled into one of my favorites, me lying on my back while Megan bounced up and down on my dick and Ashley sat on my face. I was in absolute heaven with my loves.

The mood was interrupted when all three of our phones pinged at the same time with the same message.

Mom: [[put your clothes back on and come to the camper]]

“This is going to be either really good or really bad,” Megan opined. They climbed off of me and we dressed quickly. I used my towel to wipe Ashley’s juices off my face and we walked into The Beast.

Mom was sitting in a chair and Dad was standing next to the stove holding a drink. “Please sit down.” The three of us sat at the table.

“I’ll get right to the point. Your mother has told me about the relationship you three have now.” He looked at each of us in turn. “I can’t say I’m shocked.”

Huh?

“I know society frowns on what you’re doing, but society does not decide who we are. We want our kids safe and happy and able to live the lives that fulfill them.

“I’m not as involved in your personal lives as your mother is, but I’ve managed to see everything I needed to see as you grew up. Girls, I’ve seen the way you act around your brother. I’ve seen the looks in your eyes when he’s around you, and I’ve seen your boyfriends come and go quickly.

“I’ve also seen the way you are with your sisters, Richard. I won’t deny the obvious truth that they’re the most beautiful girls anywhere…”

“Daaadd!” Ashley interrupted.

“Let me finish. Any red blooded straight man would give up a limb to be with our daughters, but you take it to another level, Richard. Aside from the way you obviously adore them, you also protect them quite naturally.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re there. You’re present. You’re engaged. They’re not annoying little girls to you, but fully realized women who share your name. When they need support, you support. When they need protection, you protect. When they need space, you give that too. It’s no wonder their boyfriends never last. None of them are like you.

“I can’t tell you how proud that makes me. You know I’m not much for old fashioned gender roles, but son, that’s what a man does.

“That’s what a mate does.”

At this point my emotions were overwhelming me. He saw the love I had for my sisters and he saw how we had become part of each other. I lad a lump in my throat the size of a baseball.

He continued. “So I guess it comes down to this: I want to be sure that you are all really okay with this, that you’re going into it with your eyes open and that it’s not just infatuation. If you can give me that you have my blessing and my support.”

We all froze for a long moment, then Ashley and Megan jumped up from the table and ran to Dad, hugging him around the waist and crying into his chest. “Thank you Daddy, thank you thank you thank you.” He pulled them to him and just held them.

Mom finally spoke. “It didn’t take much to convince your father. Like he said, parents want to know that their kids turned out all right, that they’re safe and secure and happy in their lives. It’s easy to see that in you three.”

Dad chimed in, talking to me. “And your mother told me what she would do to you if your ever hurt your sisters. Rest assured that I would sharpen the knife for her.” Laughs all around.

I opened my mouth at last. “I gotta get some air. Give me a few minutes, please.” I stepped out the door and started walking aimlessly.

Goddam, this was real. The import of what we were doing felt like the weight of a thousand planets on my shoulders, that feeling you get when you take on a huge new job or commit your heart and soul to someone in marriage or have a kid.

They trusted me. They had faith that I would treasure and hold and protect the hearts of my darling sisters.

I had a lot to live up to.

I found a bench along the path and just sat there for a while, letting my mind sort and organize everything that was swirling around in it. It was a technique I had taught myself when dealing with large, complex issues in school or work. It involved letting things fall into place naturally instead of forcing them where they didn’t always fit, and it worked well.

When my head cleared I walked back to our site and went back into The Beast. The girls were still there, talking quietly with Mom and Dad. They all turned to me when I entered.

“I don’t think there’s much left for me to say, so I will let my actions do the talking from now on.” I looked at Megan and Ashley.

“I love you two with all my heart and soul, and I will always be there for whatever you need. I realize now that I have always felt that way about you, and I’m beyond happy that we’re together this way.”

I addressed our parents. “You raised me to be who I am, and I’m really glad you’re happy with how I turned out. I promise you that the hearts of your daughters will always be safe with me.”

Mom’s chin quivered as she stepped over to me, wrapping her arms around my neck and hugging me tightly. “You are more perfect a son that any parent could imagine. I am so proud to be your mother.” She kissed me on the cheek and sat back down.

Dad had never been very demonstratively affectionate, so he held out his hand and I shook it firmly as he looked me in the eye. “A man is only as good as his word, and I trust yours. Take care of my girls.”

“Gladly, Dad. You have my promise.”

“OK, time to sleep,” Mom said. “Richard is driving tomorrow and needs to be well rested. Are you listening, girls?” They giggled adorably in response as we exited The Beast and returned to our tent.

We still hadn’t had enough of each other – we would never reach that state – but Mom was right about me needing to rest, so we stripped down and my two naked blond beauties again turned me into a bro sandwich, one each side as I laid on my back, their pert little breasts resting against me and their heads on my shoulders, their legs across mine. I felt as secure as I hoped I made them feel.

Day 4

My driving obligation woke me up early, around six the next morning. I was indeed refreshed, having slept solidly with a calm soul. I was in a good place.

Ease out from my girls, throw on some clothes, find a place to pee, then find my mother already waiting with covered travel mugs of our morning caffeine.

“Good morning, my handsome son.” A tight hug that lasted several seconds.

“Good morning, my beautiful mother. I love seeing you every morning.”

She graced me with a dazzling smile. “Let’s walk.” We took our cups and headed down one of the many trails in the campground.

One spur on the trail took us to a small clearing overlooking Lake Tahoe, a stunning blue gem surrounded by mountains. We stood next to each other, her arm around my waist and mine around her shoulders, her head on my arm, just being together and letting the silence communicate for us. I felt one with her and I know she felt the same.

It was pretty fucking special.

“I’ve told you how proud I am of the man you’ve become. I can’t say that enough. You and Megan and Ashley are in a very special place and that makes me happier than I can say.”

“I’m glad, Mom. I know that I feel like a new man, ready to take on the world with them by my side.

“And you, too.”

She pulled away slightly and looked up at me, her eyes searching my face. “Me?”

“Yes, you. I’ve always loved you so much as my mom and the perfect way you nurtured and raised us, but these last few days had clarified things for me. I see you in a very different way, as a son and as a man. There is no one like you for me anywhere in this world.”

Mom’s voice hitched as she answered. “You are incredible. Your words and feelings go straight to my heart and soul like no one I’ve ever known. Where did you learn that?”

“By being your son.”

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she held my face between her hands and kissed me on the lips, communicating the deep and abiding love we felt for each other.

And it didn’t end after a few seconds.

Her arms encircled my neck and mine embraced her waist as it became a lover’s kiss, a true, no shit, lips moving, tongues dancing, spit swapping French kiss.

I was making out with my mother.

There was no mistaking this kiss for something else. We were voracious, our mouths as passionately linked as any two lovers. I felt her entire body pressed against mine, her breasts against my chest, her mons pressing into me, even our thighs in full contact.

Wow. Wow wow wow wow wow.

We finally broke the kiss to catch our breath and I looked at her face from inches away.

“Oh my god, Mom. I don’t know where that came from.”

She put one finger on my lips. “I do. I know exactly where it came from, but I need you to be patient. Can you wait for me?”

“Mom, I would crawl through four miles of broken glass for you. I can wait for whatever you want to tell me.”

“Trust me, it will be worth the wait. Let’s go get ready for the day.” Joining hands like teenagers, we headed back to the camp site.

I grabbed my stuff from the tent and headed to the shower building, letting my beautiful lovers sleep a while longer. They looked positively angelic and it was difficult to leave the tent without them.

As I showered I let my mind wander; it needed more time to sort through and organize the discordant cacophony blasting away in my cranium.

Something was obviously developing with Mom, the tit flash, the kiss, the nude selfie, the overtly sexual flirting between us. This wasn’t just lighthearted banter. This was some serious shit.

And remember that I was in love with her.

My first thought was of my sisters and the commitment I had made to them, a commitment I would never renege on as long as I lived. When I thought about my future, it always included them. They were so much a part of me that I couldn’t imagine life without them by my side. We were a unit.

Then there was Dad. No matter how I tried to justify it, I was cuckolding the man and I felt like shit about it. I was in love with his wife and she was obviously feeling something for me besides motherly affection. I had no fucking idea how to resolve this without pain.

Fuck me, this was hard. I was getting everything. What was everyone else getting?

After Dad and the girls got themselves up and arranged, we left the campground and headed north, stopping at an IHOP for a decent breakfast. Mom had decided that it was time to head across California and cruise up the coast to our final destination in Arcata, although today’s goal was at a place call Clear Lake, a bit over 200 miles away. We weren’t killing ourselves with long days and many hundreds of miles; that’s not what this trip was about. Five hours or so per day was just fine with us as it kept us relaxed and gave us time to stop when the spirit moved us.

The road north along the eastern shore of Lake Tahoe started out wide but crowded as it was actually part of US 50, the old highway that ran all the way from Davis, California to Ocean City, Maryland. Very close to being a true coast to coast road but jammed in summer in places like Tahoe.

Halfway up the eastern shore we turned onto the winding two lane roads that would take us to Truckee so we could access I-80 for a few miles. We stopped frequently to take pictures of the lake. Dad rode shotgun for a while to supervise my driving and evaluate my mastery of the difficult roads, but once I showed him I had it under control he loosened up and even spent some time at the table with Megan and Ashley. Mom’s presence next to me put a smile on my face that she noticed.

God, how I loved that woman.

My phone pinged as I drove, but I never, ever, text and drive, especially when I’m helming The Beast filled with all my loved ones. I am very good at ignoring my phone when behind the wheel, even when the smile on my mother’s face indicates to me that the message is from her.

The drive around Lake Tahoe had been pretty curvy and intense, so when we got to Truckee we decided to take a short break and stock up on gas and supplies. Everyone else headed for the supermarket as I fueled up and I took the opportunity to check my phone.

**Ping**

Mom: [[for your dreams you naughty boy]]

Mom had attached a picture of herself taken in the bedroom of The Beast, likely when Dad was showering. In this selfie she was facing away from the full length mirror with her head turned to the side enough to see her profile, her phone camera shooting over her shoulder at the mirror. It was a full length shot, head to toe, of the entire back side of my beautiful mother.

She was naked.

Not a stitch of clothing obscured the view of her flowing hair, her smoothly muscled back, her long, fit legs, her curves, and an ass that could turn the Pope into a raging horndog. So perfectly shaped, it defined the term “apple bottomed.” Narrow but with enough roundness to make it memorable, with an extraordinary butt crack and just a hint of the rounded creases under each cheek that separate them it from her legs.

Holy fuck. There was no finer butt in the world, period.

She must have seen that I had opened it.

Mom: [[still think I have a nice ass?]]

Me: [[holy shit I am in awe of your perfection]]

Me: [[i prostrate myself before you in humble servitude milady, ready to make your every wish a reality]]

Mom: [[oh my are you ever good]]

Mom: [[you really know how to make a woman wet]]

Oh fuckfuckfuck did she really say that? Oh fuckfuckfuck.

I’m lost. Send a rescue party. Wait, no, don’t. I don’t want to be saved.

By the time I was done fueling The Beast I had calmed down to a reasonable level, so I parked it at the back of the store parking lot and waited for my family to return, mindlessly scrolling my phone.

*Ping*

Ashley: [[whatcha doin big bro]]

Me: [[just hangin and waitin for my loves to return.]]

Ashley: [[and you hang so long and so well]]

Me:[[for you]]

Ashley: [[and this is for you]]

Ashley had attached a short video, a shot of Megan walking in front of her, wagging her sweet butt in an exaggerated back and forth movement. She followed her into a far corner of the store, where Megan glanced around to make sure they were alone, then turned her back toward the camera and jutted that marvelous ass out, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her tiny shorts and slowly pulling them down far enough to expose her butt cheeks to the lens, to me. She shook it a couple of times and pulled her shorts back up, then turned and blew a kiss at the camera.

I buried that and the pics of Mom’s ass and tits way, way down in a secure folder. Those were mine and mine alone and no one else would ever see them.

Life is so goddam good.

I watched as the fam walked back to The Beast, my mind completely blown by the sheer beauty of the women in my life. As had happened in Palm Springs, some people actually turned and watched them pass as they were that remarkable.

As they climbed back into the camper with bags of goodies, Mom said, “Sorry we took so long. Was it hard to wait so long in this heat?” She looked positively devilish.

Two can play this game.

“Nah, as long as I kept my head dripping wet I was fine.” She silently mouthed the word “touché” and I swear I saw her squeeze her thighs together. Dad climbed into the passenger seat and Mom joined the girls at the table.

The drive west was a hell of a lot easier than the way north had been. After a few miles coasting down the western side of the Sierras on I-80, we exited onto a smaller road that gave us miles and miles of corridors through towering evergreens and plenty of pullouts for breathtaking views. The curves made the drive slower but much more special than using the sterile and crowded I-80.

After Grass Valley the mountains became rolling hills, and from Yuba City west we were crossing the flat, unsightly central valley farm country. Mom and my sisters were so bored by the surroundings they actually went to the bedroom to take a nap on the queen sized bed, and I woke them up when we got to Clear Lake late in the afternoon and found an RV park for the night in a dusty little burg named Lakeport. The area was so lacking in decent restaurants that Mom and the girls made dinner using the kitchen in The Beast and the grill at the campsite, actually a pretty suitable meal for our last night together.

My phone had pinged while my ladies were in the bedroom, and as was my practice I waited until I had parked to check it.

Mom: [[something to keep close to your heart]]

There was an attachment.

I glanced around to be sure Dad had left The Beast, then clicked on the attached file. Given Mom’s previous messages I had to be careful.

This one was safe, but it moved me to tears. The picture was taken from above the bed, aimed straight down at Mom lying on her back and looking up. Megan and Ashley had placed their heads against Mom’s but in the opposite direction, making a tight portrait of my three favorite people with their love reflected in their sparkling eyes, as if they were looking straight into my soul.

It was the most meaningful picture I had ever received and it took my breath away. I went into the small bathroom and broke down for a few seconds, sobbing like a baby at what it meant to me. After a few minutes I composed myself and joined everyone outside. As I passed Mom I looked into her eyes and mouthed the words “thank you.” She brushed my arm as she passed, her touch communicating everything.

We ate at the table the campsite, with Dad and the girls on one side and Mom and me on the other. Even in this seemingly innocent setting I was kept in a state of high tension by the women; Mom kept her smooth, silky thigh pressed against mine and Megan and Ashley played footsie with my long limbs under the table. They all knew what they were doing to me, the temptresses.

I still managed to let my mind wander over the myriad dynamics at work. My heart belonged entirely to my sisters and my mother, the three women who I loved more than anything else on earth.

The sex with my siblings was beyond amazing, but beyond that I felt a lifelong commitment to earning their love and always making them part of my life. I didn’t need a relationship outside the family.

My mother’s intentions were not explicit but were predictable enough; she saw me as a man and a lover. I was patient as Job, so if it was going to happen it was going to happen on her schedule.

The biggest issue besides dealing with Dad was how I was going to live for months at a time without my loves. Arcata is almost 800 miles from San Diego, meaning the choice of an 11 hour drive, a $500 flight from Eureka, or a 24 hour train ride. The piece of shit Civic I drove at school wouldn’t handle a trip like that, so I’d either be spending everything I made tending bar for monthly flights home or making a shit ton of FaceTime calls.

Then again, we were all going to have a lifetime together. What to do, what to do…

“Earth to Richard.”

“Huh? Oh, sorry, my mind was wandering.” Ashley was smiling so lovingly at me as I came back into the conversation.

“I asked you how you were going to live without us for months at a time. We’re really gonna miss you.”

“That’s what I was just thinking about. I know I’m gonna miss you terribly and I’ll either come to you or bring you to me as often as I can, and I’ll be home for winter break, spring break and whatever holidays I can afford. We’ll talk, text, or FaceTime every single day.

“And we’ll have the rest of our lives together.”

“We’ll make sure we’re together as often as possible,” Mom told us. “But you need to concentrate on school. You’re so close to your dream.”

“I know. I’ve worked hard to get to here and I’m gonna finish strong.”

“That’s my boy.”

The rest of the evening was spent in our usual way, drinking wine around a small fire, sharing memories and making stupid jokes. The new family dynamic was always on our minds, but we really didn’t address is specifically. We were parting tomorrow and that dominated our thoughts.

Megan, Ashley, and I were of course anxious to get into the tent and naked, so there were plenty of yearning glances, loving touches, and conversation filled with doubles entendres. I wanted them so bad it hurt.

Mom kept the emotional pot stirred with her own blend of sultry looks and innuendo. At one point I went into The Beast for more wine while she was using the bathroom, and when she came out she pressed her body against me from behind and whispered, “I am going to miss you so much. I don’t know how I’ll be able to cope with waiting months to see you,” all the while rubbing the front of my body from neck to thighs, including a quick swipe across my swollen member. I almost came in my pants when she licked my earlobe before moving away from me.

God, I wanted her so bad.

I won’t bore you with the details of that night with my sisters even though I know that’s why you’re here. Suffice it to say that the last night with Ashley and Megan was tender, slow, and gentle, loaded with an entire range of bittersweet emotions and lots of tears. They were my life.

Day 5

The morning started in the usual manner, Mom and I sharing ourselves over coffee. The air was electric with sexual tension, but the layout of the campsite offered no opportunity for privacy except in the gross pit toilet building, which was probably a good thing. I don’t know if either of us would have been able to resist consummating our new relationship if we were alone.

“Saying goodbye to you is so much harder this time,” she said softly.

I looked at her gorgeous face for a long moment. “One of the most difficult things I’ve ever done,” I answered in agreement. “You’re so much a part of me that I already feel a hole in my heart where you’re supposed to be.” Her eyes were misty.

“People say goodbye to their kids all the time when they leave to begin their adult lives.”

“But most people don’t have the relationship we do.”

She gave a wry smile. “No, most people do not.”

“My three great loves so far away from me,” I sighed. “Thank god for modern communications. I want to see you every single day, even if it’s on my phone.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“I love you, Mom.”

Her tears moistened her cheeks. “I love you, Richard.”

Dad and my sisters were stirring, bringing our time to an end. After packing the tent away and eating a quiet breakfast, Dad drove us the last three hours to Arcata and my home for the next nine months.

My apartment was only a couple of blocks from campus and was so cheap that I had paid to keep it over the summer. We were all quiet during the drive, so lost in our thoughts that we didn’t even stop at any of the sights along the way. We just wanted to get this done.

So many tears as we held each other in farewell, our new relationships dominating our thoughts. “I can’t stand this, big bro,” Megan sobbed into my chest. “My heart is breaking.”

“Mine too,” I told her. “Thinking about our future together helps ease the pain.” She looked up at me.

“You always know just what to say. My smart and handsome love.”

Ashley was sobbing before we even embraced. I just held her forever. When she finally calmed she gave me a long, deep lover’s kiss right there in front of everyone, then turned away and sobbed some more.

Mom held me like she was never going to see me again, just embracing me tightly and crying, finally whispering in my ear, “Be patient.” I knew exactly what she meant and I would gladly wait a lifetime for her if I had to.

I even hugged Dad, an unusual move for both of us. “Gonna miss you, son. You’ve become a better man than I ever thought possible.”

I cried openly as they drove away.

*Ping*

Mom: [[to fill that hole in your heart until we’re together again]] (attachment)

It was another shot of my dear mother, again a reflection in the bedroom mirror, again a full length shot, showing her from head to toe.

From the front this time.

Naked.

My heart leaped into my throat, my head pounded, my breath caught.

The cascading hair. The shining face, her sultry eyes seeing straight into my soul. The incredible breasts. The flat plain of her abdomen. The just right flair of her narrow hips. The long, muscular legs.

The narrow runway of downy hair that matched the hair on her head as it pointed the way to paradise.

Holy fuck.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I was completely awestruck.

How do you take your eyes off perfection?

Holy fuck.

Our relationship had moved to yet another level, approaching that ultimate expression of our deep love for each other, a love like no other.

Goddam, I was one lucky SOB.

The more I looked at her perfect form, the more an idea formed, one that would confirm that we were speeding down the same highway.

Yeah, let’s do this.

Still gazing at Mom’s incredible picture, I walked into the bathroom of my tiny apartment, which had a large mirror above the sink. If I stood in the bathtub opposite, the reflection showed all of me except for the bottom 12 inches of my legs.

Good enough.

I quickly stripped down and climbed into the tub, evaluating what I saw of myself in the mirror and giving a bit more consideration of what I was about to do.

Yeah, you see where this is going.

I should describe what I was seeing. Unlike my sisters, I had inherited Dad’s brown hair and darker coloring. I’m six-two, not a towering behemoth but definitely taller than most guys. I wear my hair short because I spend so much time outdoors and long hair is hot and too often in the way.

I suppose my face is handsome enough since I had never had any trouble dating and my mother and sisters always complimented me on my looks. I wore the fashionable stubble of most guys my age.

My years of outdoor activities and fortunate genes had left me tanned, well-muscled, and lean, with broad shoulders, well defined arms, and six pack abs. My legs were strong. I was no Adonis, but I got no complaints.

Then there was, well, it. The thing that draws the eye in this kind of picture.

I was very fortunate in that respect. Mine was girthy, a thick, veiny tube. It was also longer than average; not a collagen-enhanced monster cock, but over five inches flaccid and eight inches erect. On my lean frame it looked like a telephone pole. I was clean shaven there.

Like I said, I was very fortunate.

And I was about to do something I had never dreamed of.

I experimented with a couple of angles to determine which look best, and since the focal point was on display I wanted to be sure to show it in its best light, which turned out to be a straight on shot.

I took several pictures and climbed out, then scrolled through them to find the best one, then typed a message and attached the picture.

Me: [[something special for you. open in private]]

And sent it.

The moment of truth.

I tried to calm my racing heart as I got dressed, wondering how far they had gotten and where they would be stopping for the night. And of course wondering about her reaction.

I didn’t have to wait long. She must have ditched into the bathroom or bedroom to read it.

*Ping*

Mom: [[mother of god im speechless]]

Mom: [[no wonder your sisters are in love with you, and omg that body]]

Me: [[thank you. im glad youre pleased]]

Mom: [[I need to catch my breath. im dripping wet]]

Me: [[sounds yummy]]

Mom: [[omg youre killing me naughty boy]]

Me: [[ill always be your naughty boy hot mama]]

Looks like I had made the right decision.

I puttered around the apartment, cleaning some of the dust that had accumulated in my absence. I called AAA for a jump since my Civic had gone dead after sitting for two months, then picked up a few groceries.

Megan and Ashley also kept a steady string of messages coming as they traveled home, mostly telling me how much they already missed me, each one reminding me of the true love we had had found.

God, I adored them.

They also knew how to keep me at a high pitch, sending me a series of pictures of each other taken in the shower building where they were staying that night. They went a bit crazy, with a seemingly endless string of messages containing pics of their faces, close ups of their sweet little tits and delightful bubble butts, their hands holding their sweet little tits and their delightful bubble butts, even closeups of their inviting bald pussies and a couple of each of them bending over leaning away from the lens and spreading their butt cheeks, opening their delicious pussies. Serious stroke material.

I sent them the picture I had sent Mom.

*Ping*

Ashley: [[oh god you are so fucking yummy]]

Megan: [[one day I will get that whole thing in my mouth.]]

When they got back to The Beast we had a short FaceTime session that left us all in tears. We had parted just hours ago and I already missed them so much that my heart hurt.

It took them two more days to get home. Leaving me in Arcata had change the whole point of the journey and they just wanted to get back to San Diego. We exchanged countless messages and pictures and talked frequently.

The Rest of the Story

The next day the shit hit the fan.

*Ping*

Mom: [[i need you to be available at 6 tonight]]

Me: [[of course. wassup?]]

Mom: [[ill tell you tonight at 6. I love you]]

Me: [[sure. I love you too]]

Okay, that was strange. Her message had been mysterious, very much unlike her. I was of course curious, but I used the time in the afternoon to arrange for going back to my job at the bar.

Right at 6 pm I made a FaceTime call to Mom. She answered immediately and I knew as soon as I saw her that something was wrong. Her face was drawn and she looked exhausted. I heard the sound of sobbing somewhere in the background.

“Mom? What’s going on? Who’s crying?”

“Hello, my sweet boy. I’ll get right to the point.

“Your father and I are getting a divorce.”

“WHAT THE FUCK? DIVORCE? What happened, Mom?”

“Just before we left on our trip I found out that your father had been involved with someone at work, a girl barely older than you. It had been going on for about a year.

“And she’s pregnant.”

“Wha…wha…wha…that can’t be! How did you find out?”

“She called me and told me everything. She told me about times he had told me he was out of town on projects and had taken her with him, and about nights he had come home late because he had been with her. She begged me to release him so they could be together.

“I confronted him this morning and he broke down and admitted everything. I threw his ass out.”

“So you knew while we were on the trip?”

“I did. I wanted us to spend that time together getting you back to school and planned to confront him when we got back.”

“Fuck, Mom. I can’t believe this. I thought you two had the perfect marriage.”

“No marriage is that perfect, Richard, but yeah, I thought we were solid. It was really difficult to keep what I knew a secret for a week.”

I turned everything over in my head for a long moment, and something occurred to me. I quietly asked, “Mom, does this have anything to do with what’s happened between you and me?”

“I knew you would ask me that, and yes, it has everything to do with it.

“Richard, you know I’m a very loving person. I love hard, I love strong, I love completely. When I love, I give myself completely.”

“Yeah, Mom, I’ve always known that about you. It’s why Megan, Ashley, and I are like that too.”

I saw her smile. “Yeah, you three are just like me, and that could not make me happier. Do you remember the conversations you and I had last week when we were alone, when we started flirting with each other and it got pretty hot pretty fast?”

“I remember them well.” I smiled broadly.

“Think about what we said to each other about how we had changed in the way we saw each other.”

“I remember. I see you more as an attractive, sexy woman than as my mother, and you see me as another attractive man in your life more than as your son.”

“Exactly. Richard, you have made me feel like the woman I have always thought myself to be. You see me the way I want to be seen. Hell, you treat me like a queen, as if when we’re together I represent your whole world when it’s just us, like nothing else exists.

“That’s exactly how I feel with you and I are together,” I told her.

She smiled. “And it’s very apparent. I have always loved you as my son, loved you so fiercely that it sometimes scared me. The same way I love Megan and Ashley.

“That love has never wavered, and as you grew into the man you are I realized that I could love you in a different way. When I took you all on this trip knowing of your father’s betrayal and saw the way you loved your sisters and realized how you saw me and what a perfect man you are, well, I admitted to myself that I was in love with you.” She stopped talking and looked intently at me through the camera.

“I realized that my perfect mate was right in front of me.”

My own tears were also flowing. The emotion of the moment, learning of my mother’s intense love for me while also learning that my father was not the man I thought he was, was too much to contain.

“You’ve made me the happiest man in the universe,” I told her. “The idea that my perfect woman feels that way about me is mind boggling.” I took a few deep breaths to compose myself. “I have told you before, but I will say it again. I will love you forever in every way I can.”

Mom was openly weeping. “Our lives are just beginning. Now I need to go comfort your sisters. I told them just before I told you and they are not taking it well.”

“Before you go, I need to ask you one more question.”

“Hmm?”

“Dad already had the perfect mate, a woman who had everything and gave everything. Why the fuck would he throw that away?”

“I did ask him why and got the usual bullshit answers. She paid attention to him, he loved the attention, he gave into temptation, blah, blah, blah. He’s so sorry, he didn’t mean to hurt anyone, the usual bullshit.

“The main thing I feel is disappointment in him because he was a good father, and most of the time a good husband even if he wasn’t always emotionally available when I needed him to be. But I’m not heartbroken, I’m too strong for that. He made his choice and I made mine.

“Now let me go comfort the girls. We will all draw strength together tonight by thinking of the man we all love. I love you, Richard.”

“I love you too, Mom. Bye.” I closed the call.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? This was totally mind blowing. Dad gave up the most perfect and desirable woman in the world for some random twentysomething piece of ass?

WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK.

This changed everything.

Any residual guilt at what Mom and I had been doing behind his back dissipated immediately. She went there with me because of him, not despite him. She knew I would always protect her heart, just like she entrusted her daughters’ hearts to me.

It was a promise I had committed my life to keeping.

My phone woke me up at seven the next morning with a FaceTime call from Ashley. I of course answered immediately.

“CAN YOU FUCKING BELIEVE IT?!? CAN YOU BELIEVE HE CHEATED ON MOM WITH SOME SKANK?!?” She and Megan were together in her room clad only in panties and crop tops.

I chuckled. “No, I can’t believe it myself. I’m completely gobsmacked.”

“Jesus H fucking christ,” Megan swore. “He threw her over for someone who will dump his ass as soon as she gets tired of him. Dumb fuck.”

“I feel like he betrayed all of us,” Ashley opined. “I know he didn’t, but I’m so fucking mad at him right now.”

“Bro, we have so much more to tell you,” Megan interjected. “We stayed up half the night with Mom, talking about everything.

“Like what?”

“Well, first of all we asked her why she fucked Dad on the trip while knowing what she did.”

“What did she say?”

“She laughed and told us that she loves sex and just wanted to get laid, even if it was with a cheating fuckhead.” We all laughed loudly.

“Then things got really heavy, bro. She told us about you two.”

“What did she tell you?” I was genuinely curious about how much they knew.

“Everything, Richard. She told us how she had fallen in love with you and had realized how you were her perfect man, just like you’re ours.”

I looked at the camera silently, finally softly asking, “And how do you feel about that?”

They actually put their heads together. “We could not be happier, Richard, ” Megan said. “Every woman in this house loving the same man? I’m so excited I’m almost peeing myself.”

“And we know you have enough love for all of us,” added Ashley.

Just then Mom literally leaped into the picture, landing on the bed wearing a huge grin, clad only in a pair of lacy boy short undies and a tank top. “You’re talking to my favorite man without me?” Mehgan and Ashley laughed.

I’ll willingly confess that seeing a beautiful woman dressed like that was a major turnon for me. The fact that the woman in question was my mother, one of the loves of my life, made my head explode.

“Good morning, Mom.”

“Good morning, stud. How is our favorite man this morning?”

“Waking up to my three loves? My day is off to an excellent start. I can’t believe how beautiful you all are.”

“We all miss you so much, bro,” said Ashley with a slight pout on her pretty face. “And it hasn’t even been a week..”

“I miss all of you, too,” I told them. “But I’m so close to finishing here and will be with you permanently.

“In the meantime, it’s torture being away from you. I promise to make time to call very day.”

“And we’ll make those calls worth your while, big bro,” Megan said in a salacious tone. Mom and Ashley laughed.

“OK, I’m off to work,” Mom said. “I would tell you three to behave, but I know you too well.” She blew me a kiss and lifted her beautiful self off the bed. Good god, she drove me insane in love, admiration, and anticipation of what was to come.

Megan said softly, “Isn’t she something? God I can’t get over how beautiful she is. Don’t ever forget how much we love you too, Richard.”

“That will never happen. I love you all far too much and I will always be committed to you.”

That was pretty much my life for the next three months. Daily calls with my sisters and Mom, usually three or four even on weekdays and many more before I went to work on weekends. We exchanged dozens of pictures, ranging from sunset and landscape shots to hardcore porn pics and vids.

One series of pictures from my loves holds a special place in my heart. It was actually three similar pictures, sent a few minutes apart one Saturday. The first picture was Mom flanked by Megan and Ashley, their arms around each other’s waist and brilliant, happy smiles on their faces.

The second picture was the same pose, but with all three clad only in my favorite outfit of panties and tank tops. Fucking sexy.

In the third picture they repeated the pose but lost the clothes.

Fuck. Mom had even shaved and waxed to match my hot sisters.

I had commented at some point in the past that I found ponytails extremely sexy, so of course all three of them had their hair pulled back like that.

Fuck me, I was going crazy.

As with any halfway decent looking college student who also worked in a bar, I had many opportunities to hook up. Contrary to the reputation of typical male college students, I was not the least bit interested and was able to politely but firmly decline the offers that came my way.

I already had the three most perfect women in the world already waiting for me. Until I was with them permanently, my only companion was going to be Ma Thumb and her four lovely daughters, aka Rosie Palm and her five sisters. Megan, Ashley and I had many FaceTime sessions that featured mutual masturbation.

Mom and I took a more subdued approach to long distance sexuality. I loved to describe what I wanted to give to her in great detail, but it was more like the kinds of things you would whisper in your lover’s ear. She did regularly send me nude pics, including a shot of her newly waxed pussy and a question of how much I liked it, but there was a far calmer and more serene aspect to our relationship. My love for her was of a different nature.

Dad pretty much stayed out of touch in these first few weeks after the exposure of his betrayal. Mom quickly filed for divorce and the only economic issue was the house since child support and alimony were not in question due to their equivalent earnings and our age. Mom planned to buy out his share of the equity, and my sisters and I all committed to helping pay any resulting mortgage.

Sex wasn’t the only focus of our frequent conversations. Life went on, and our approach to that life warranted attention. California was our home, and as natives of the state we had no desire to leave it. There are few cities in America that compare to San Diego with its perpetually perfect weather, strong economy, and abundant recreational opportunities, so I found myself leaning more and more toward returning there after graduation.

I threw myself hard into my studies. I had already invested three years toward my career, and my motivation hadn’t flagged. Between classes, research and writing, work, and nightly calls with my loves, time passed quickly. Before I knew it Thanksgiving was approaching and I knew I couldn’t wait any longer; I had to go to San Diego. The ticket wasn’t cheap, but there was no cost high enough to prevent me from seeing them.

I was a mass of nerves during the flight, the adrenaline coursing full speed through my system. It was all I could do to keep myself from bulling my way through the slow moving crowds in front of me.

Then I saw them.

They were standing near the bottom of the escalator near baggage claim, a stunning trio of world class beauties looking up expectantly at me and the ear-to-ear grin I sported. They mobbed me as I finally reached the bottom and we embraced as a foursome, the tears freely running down our cheeks. I wrapped my arms around them all and didn’t want to ever let go as I exchanged long, heartfelt kisses with all of them including Mom. We finally walked arm in arm out to Mom’s SUV for the drive home and I overheard a guy about my age murmur, “lucky bastard” as he passed us. We laughed and cried and talked a mile a minute, all of us at the same time.

I had no idea what would happen when we got home, but they had apparently discussed it. Mom disappeared into her bedroom as soon as we walked in, then Ashley put her arms around my neck and looked deeply into my eyes as we stood next to the door.

“We all want you so bad, Richard, but Megan and I have already enjoyed your attention. I don’t wanna sound like we’re passing you around, but it’s Mom’s turn. You’ve both waited far too long for this moment.” We kissed deeply, then I turned to Megan, who nodded.

I kissed her again, then gave another long lover’s kiss to Megan. Without a word I walked to Mom’s room and entered.

And closed the door.

She was seated on the edge of her bed, her eyes sparkling and her hands resting next to her hips.

There were no words to exchange, no explanations needed. I crossed the room to her, our eyes locked on each other, and offered her my hands. She took my hands and stood inches from me. The moment of our destiny had arrived.

And it was well worth the wait.

I rested my hands on her narrow hips, her own hands resting lightly on my forearms. We somehow resisted a mad tearing off of clothes, of descending into a wild sweaty coupling.

This was about love, not sex.

I lost myself in her eyes, the deep pools of wonder in the woman I had loved for an entire lifetime.

“I can’t believe we’re finally here.”

She smiled, a smile so beautiful that it made my heart leap.

“Dreams really do come true,” she answered softly.

Our kiss was firm but gentle, our lips molded to the other, our tongues darting and dancing, our love pouring in both directions. It was electric. We were where we were meant to be.

We stood there for the longest time, our lips melded into a single erotic unit. Nothing was rushed. There was no fiery, passionate ripping off of clothes. There was simply the unified presence of two people giving their hearts and souls to each other, my hands resting on her hips and hers gently placed on my forearms.

Things slowly progressed. Eventually our clothing came off a single garment at a time, each occurring without conscious thought. My shoes, her top, my pants. At some point we were finally standing so close to each other wearing only what we had come into the world with. The feel of her skin under my fingertips was Nirvana.

I finally broke our kiss and took a short step back, just enough to feast my eyes on the incredible woman before me. I took a long drink of her beauty, scanning her from head to toe and back before speaking in a hoarse, choked whisper, my eyes locked intensely on hers.

“You are a goddess.”

She was perfect, absolutely flawless in every possible way, impossibly beautiful and glowing with an energy unmatched by any other woman. Her curve were spectacular, her trim musculature a perfect complement to a face that put Venus de Milo, the Mona Lisa, and every Greek and Roman goddess to shame. Her astounding breasts, a model for what a woman’s breasts should be, perfect C-cup teardrops above a flat plain of abdominal muscle. The increasingly sexy pictures she had sent to me didn’t begin to do justice to the woman in my arms.

Fuck me sideways, she was otherworldly.

Her eyes sparkled with wit, intelligence, and deep love. Our faces grew closer again and our lips met, our souls never to be parted.

We made love to every inch of each other for the next several hours. I could not get enough of her; I wanted to savor every atom of her being forever. I tasted her silky smooth skin and inhaled her unique and wonderful scent. I planted small kisses along the entire length of both legs before burying my face in her now hairless and delicious pussy and feasting on her essence as she moaned and writhed and pressed my face into her so firmly when she came that I could barely draw a breath.

Every inch of her called out for and received the attention it deserved. I returned frequently to revel in her delightful kisses, my hands exploring her fit body. I gave special attention to her remarkable breasts, slathering kisses across them and sucking on her prominent nipples.

She gave as well, her own hands and mouth exploring my body accompanied by her soft moans and whimpers. At one point she brought herself over me as I lied on my back, her nipples grazing my chest as she held her weight on her arms, looking deeply into my eyes. “You are all the man I will ever need or want in my life, Richard. I do love you so much, as my son and as my mate.”

Tears overflowed my eyes as I looked up at her. “You have made me the happiest man on earth and I will love you forever. I am exactly where I was meant to be.”

She kissed me slowly and gently for several minutes before tracing down across my body, cradling my hardening shaft between her pillowy breasts for several minutes before taking it into her mouth and bringing me to full hardness.

Then it was time.

We sensed the moment together, that time when we were meant to finally consummate our relationship. With our eyes locked on each other she moved up until she was centered over me, then reached down and grasped my steely hardness to guide it inexorably into her waiting sheath. A smile graced her gorgeous face as she lowered herself onto me until I was fully encased in her.

She held like that for a long moment, then leaned forward and rested her hands on my chest. With slight movements she began to move up and down on me an inch or two at a time, her sweet butt cheeks touching my thighs with each stroke. Looking up at her was like gazing on angels.

Goddam, she was and is the most perfect woman in the world.

The friction of her wet tunnel around me finally brought me to that unstoppable point and my body began to unconsciously rise to meet her every stroke. I pulled her face to mine as I exploded into her, my body vibrating as I emptied and a deep grunt escaping my throat.

“Yes, my boy, that’s it. Give me all you have. I’m yours.”

She collapsed forward, down onto me, and we shared another long, deep kiss. She finally slid down to my side and draped herself across me, her head nestled on my shoulder and her arm across my chest. We lay there, together at every level, our close silence communicating everything.

Our silence must have sent a signal to my other two loves. They came bursting onto the bedroom like kids in Christmas morning, giggling and jumping onto the enormous bed that Mom and I were sharing. Clad only in my favorite outfit of panties and tiny tops they were a vision. Given the nature of our relationship, Mom and I didn’t even try to cover ourselves.

Megan and Ashley snuggled up on either side of us, forming a loving mass of precious and beautiful hearts, a love sandwich as it were.

“I can’t believe how happy I am,” Ashley said. “Life is so perfect.”

“Yes it is,” Mom answered softly. “After everything that has happened I didn’t think it was possible to be this happy.”

Megan looked across me at Mom. “I’m so glad to hear to say it like that, Mommy. Ashley and I talk about this a lot, and we wanted to be sure you were totally okay with all of this.

“I’m completely okay with everything, my love. I am exactly where I want to be, with exactly the people I want to be with.

“There is one thing I want to change, though. Do you all think you can call me Janice instead of Mom? I’ll always be your mother, but given our new circumstance I think a first name is in order.”

We all snuggled up tighter in response.

************

So do you think my new circumstance defies believability?

You’re right.

As ridiculous as it all sounds, it was indeed what I had stumbled and bumbled my way into, having found not one, but three women who held my heart forever. Three stunningly beautiful, smart, generous women.

Jesus H, I was one lucky SOB.

I’m not gonna lie, life was beyond perfect. The rest of that week was hotter than hot, making love to one or more of these incredible babes every single day. We were generally dressed during the day, but really only enough to stay warm, so I was able to feast my eyes on enough of my loves to stay in a constant state of excitement. By unwritten agreement we all slept together in Mom’s – Janice’s – enormous California king bed, sometimes.in our underwear and sometimes naked. Sometimes I was the filling in a love sandwich, sometimes Janice was, and as often as not Megan and Ashley shared the middle as Janice and I wrapped them in a protective cocoon.

Yes, I did get to make love to all of them at once on more than one occasion. Fuckin’ A, you should be jealous.

I had to return to Arcata the following weekend, but this parting was not nearly as painful as before. We were in a new place, a place with true substance, and that brought us great satisfaction. Megan and Ashley continued to share Janice’s bed; it was like the three of them had become one person. Our nightly online sessions got pretty hot.

I came home again for Christmas and spring break. They all made the 800-mile trip for my graduation that May, this time using Janice’s Lexus SUV. I sold my old Civic and bid goodbye to my longtime friends and associates as my loves and I headed home for our new life together.

My good fortune continued. With my degree in forestry I managed to land a mid-level job with the California Department of Forestry and Fire Protection, CAL FIRE for short, right there in mostly rural San Diego County. In addition to protecting and managing the brushlands and mountains and forests, I trained as a firefighter. Professionally I was in hog heaven, and I got to live with my loves.

Megan and Ashley graduated and found great career positions in their fields, so within five years our income combined with Janice’s was well over $300,000 a year. We used that much money to eventually buy out Dad’s equity and travel a lot. Our trip to Italy was one for the history books.

Ah yes, good old Dad. We didn’t have too much contact with him for the first few months as we adjusted to both our new life and the shocking nature of his betrayal, then the three of us started seeing him infrequently for dinner since he was still our father. He of course knew about Megan, Ashley, and me, but we kept the nature of our relationship with Janice our little secret. No need to rub it in.

He and his twentysomething honey had rented a condo and welcomed our half-sister a few months later. As predicted, that twentysomething honey quickly tired of being tied down to an older man and within a year had moved on, taking the baby with her. Dad was now alone and paying child support.

He and I met for drinks one evening just to catch up. He looked tired and worn and was blunt in his assessment.

“I really fucked up, didn’t I?”

There was no sugar coating it. “Yeah, Dad, you fucked up big time,” I told him.

And so ten years after that fateful road trip I am still living the dream and planning to live it forever. Janice is still smoking hot, Ashley and Megan are the ethereal beauties they always were, we are all doing what we love and being who we were meant to be.

And I am the luckiest SOB on the face of the earth.