3 comments/ 72395 views/ 11 favorites European Vacation By: yr_sissy_toy I was 18 when I first went to Europe. That month would change my life. My parents had died when I was five, and I was raised by family friends; they also controlled my trust fund. It's not a coincidence that I went to Europe just as I came into control of the money. I loved my foster-parents, but I knew I needed to take this trip alone, to explore myself. Along with the normal preparation that went into such a trip, there were a few extra considerations I had in mind. To that end, I went shopping a few times by myself. I had heard that European beaches were much more open-minded than their American counterparts, and I wanted to be ready. I knew that most European men wore Speedo-type swimwear, but that wasn't exactly what I had in mind. I wanted bikinis. And I found a few really cute ones. The first was really my favorite. It was metallic hot pink, and it tied at the sides. The butt had that scrunchie cut that I found totally sexy when looking at pictures of the models online. Another was sky blue with daisies on it. I liked that too, and the metal ring on each side was also very cute. The bum wasn't quite full coverage, but a "Brazilian" cut that revealed just enough without giving a way the whole game. But the best thing, the very best, I almost didn't find at all. I was pure serendipity as I was crawling the Internet one night. Apparently, I wasn't the only one with my particular kink after all. Apparently, other guys wanted a swimsuit that would make them completely flat in front, completely masking their "dangly bits," that nasty little (or in my case, very little -- only an inch and a half when I was totally hard!) dick and those awful balls. Ugh! But now I could hide all that. I could go out just as I wanted to! So I ordered the black thong model (the color, too would help with minimization), and it came just in time. It was perfect. I had made a few other preparations as well. I got myself completely waxed -- I had absolutely no hair below my eyebrows (which I got tweezed once I was in Europe -- didn't want anyone asking questions before I left!), and I grew my straight blonde hair out just long enough to curl nicely at my jawline. It was really too perfect. I was gorgeous! ... And so I woke up in my hotel room in a small town in the south of France, on the coast of the Mediterranean. It was a Tuesday. The plane ride had been boring, but the train down from Paris was wonderful -- there is no better, more civilized way to travel. I stretched in my bed, naked under the sheet, the sun shining in through the window that looked out over th water. My little clit, as I called it, stirred at the thought of the day ahead. It knew as well as I did what I was planning. I showered and shaved my body again. I didn't have much body hair anyway, and the waxing had done a great job, but I didn't want a single hair to show on the beach. After the shower, I primped my hair for a bit, took a deep breath, and put on the minimizer thong. Then I put on the hot pink side-tie bikini. I could have been a girl, except I was too flat. I shivered. Yes. I put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, put a towel, book, and sunscreen and a water bottle in my day bag, and headed out. My knees knocked, my fingers shook as I locked the door, and my mouth was totally dry. In five minutes, I was outside the hotel. It took another 20 to stroll through town to the beach. And then it was time. I stretched out on my towel, propped up on one arm, reading, showing off my bikini for all the world to see. It was early still, and there were only a few people on the beach: a middle-aged family with three kids farther down to my right; a group of three college girls, by the looks of them, their beautiful breasts just barely covered, hips glistening beneath bikinis cut just like mine, just nearer to me from the family. To my left, a group of guys had already set up a volleyball net. Their pecks glistened, the bulges in their briefs protruded rudely, tantalizingly before them. A wave of embarassment shot through me; I savored it, shivering in the hot sun. The beach soon began to fill, but I seemed to inhabit a bubble all of my own -- even as the beach became crowded, I had a wide space all around me. Nobody wanted to sit next to this strange person -- was it a girl or a guy? What in the world was going on? A pair of young girls, probably in high school, giggled and pointed at me as they passed by; the humiliation was exquisite, and I trembled with delight, turning crimson from top to tip. My clit was excited, but was kept down beautifully -- there was no hint of the tiny little bulge I would have shown. I was sleeping for a moment around 11, laying on my back, when suddenly a shadow darkened my eyes. I opened them a crack and looked up, squinting. Over me stood a tremendously handsome Frenchman. He must have been about 45, had the cut body of a runner, silver hair on the sides but otherwise jet black, and a thick silver thatch on his chest. He wore a red Speedo which he filled out with aplomb, and I couldn't help drooling just a little. "Is this spot taken," he asked, pointing next to me. "No," I answered. "Feel free to sit." He did. As he got himself settled, I watched him. I hoped I wasn't being too obvious, but I knew I was staring. H laid down on his side and grinned at me. "It's a beautiful day, no? Perfect for coming to the beach." His name was Francois. Of course. We struck up a casual conversation. I told him where I was from, and he told me about himself. He worked as a lawyer in town, and enjoyed coming to the beach for lunch. "You know," he said as he was getting up to go, "I can easily take the rest of the day off. And I love guiding tourists like yourself around town to show them the real sights. Would you care to spend the day with me?" I would have followed him around like a little puppy as long as he would have me. I jumped up and exclaimed, "sure!" and instantly turned red at how overeager I was. Like a schoolgirl with a crush. But who wouldn't be immediately enamored of this gorgeous guy? And so it was. We ate at a small cafe, me gazing into his eyes and smiling as I sipped my coffee, and strolled through the town for the afternoon. He was warm and friendly, with that wonderful Old World charm I'd dreamed about. I flirted shamelessly. As the shadows began to stretch out ahead of us, we paused. "You have been a charming companion," he said to me. "Would you like to have dinner with me? I would hate to part ways so soon." I stammered and blushed again. "I'd love to have dinner with you. But I should change first -- I look like a schlub." "Why don't you come to my place?" he said. "I think I have some things that would fit you, and it's just around the corner. Then we could have dinner." And so we did just that. His apartment was gorgeous, with a perfect view of the sea. He poured us each a glass of wine, brought me into a guest bedroom, and motioned to a bureau. "Please feel free to choose anything from these drawers. I hope you will find something you like." His eyes glistened in a smile as he spoke, as if he knew a good joke that he was hinting at with his words. He stepped back and softly shut the door behind him. I shivered and took off my shorts and shirt. There again was my beach body, by metallic pink bikini. I wondered briefly what he wanted, in the end. And then I opened one of the top drawers -- there were two on the first level, splitting the front; below, there were two full drawers. It was full of panties. Panties of all cuts and colors, pinks and blues and greens and tie-dies, silk and lace; there were also stockings of all kinds and garter belts. In the next drawer were bras and bustiers and camisoles. I nearly swooned. Francois clearly knew exactly what I wanted. In the other drawers were more women's clothes: short-shorts, ruffled skirts, peasant tops and tees. I was in heaven, sipping the delicious red wine and going through the clothes. I completely lost track of time, lost in the feminine finery before me. Finally, a knock came at the door. "Steve, I have made reservations for an hour from now across the street. It is a very casual bistro." "Oh my! OK! I'll be ready soon! Sorry!" I blurted out. My head was spinning. "No problem, take your time." I finally settled on an outfit: a rouched pink bikini, a cute pair of denim short-shorts and a white ruffled peasant top. I didn't put on a bra: I wanted to preserve some of the ambiguity of the beach. I opened the door. "Ta-da." I giggled a little, feeling nervous and so very excited. "What do you think?" I twirled around. "Magnifique," he smiled. "You look perfect." I couldn't tell you what I had for dinner. Francois ordered everything, and explained it all to me, but I was so lost in his eyes that nothing else mattered. He talked and I laughed and responded, but I have no idea what we said. Eventually we left, me in a complete haze. He led me back to his apartment by the hand. He was so strong and masculine, and I was completely lost in him. When we got to his door, he paused, raied my chin to look up to him, and gazed deeply into my eyes. Then he kissed me. It was soft and tender and masculine and perfect. I had never kissed a man before, but I knew this was how it should be. He was the inheritor of every great kiss from the greatests lovers of all time. I melted. He led me into his room and we began to kiss again, no mor urgently, my hands roaming across his perfect body. He slipped his hands under my shirt and lifted it up; I raised my arms without hesitation and unbuttoned his shirt. Then I sank to my knees and nuzzled his crotch through his pants, feeling for the first time his wonderful, masculine hardness. I kissed it, licking his pants; he chuckled and I unzipped his fly, and no longer able to contain myself, pulled down his pants and undwear all at once. His great, firm penis popped out already mostly firm; it hit me in the nose with a pop. Instantly I had it in my mouth, caressing it with my tongue as I fondled his shaved testicles. My nose was soon buried in his pubic hair, which exuded a deliciously manly aroma. I bounced my head up and down, savoring the 8 inches of hardness, of pure manliness that was in front of me. "Slowly," he laughed. "We have all night." He lifted me back up and began kissing me again, unbottoning my shorts and sliding them down my legs. We turned slowly and fell back into the bed, him on top of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as we kissed deeply, letting him nibble my ears and kiss my neck, returning the favor, feeling his manhood rub my panties, relishing how smooth I was next to his manly hairiness. We rolled again, and I was on top of him again. I kissed his neck and down to his nipples, giving them playful love bites, kissing his bellybutton and licking down, down to that gorgeous, dripping cock. My head was spinning again; I was completely enveloped in a fog of lust. I stroked his cock and fondled his balls, licking and sucking each in turn before turning my attention again to that perfect hard cock. I ran my tongue up the bottom of his shaft to the tip, licking the pre-cum he leaked and savoring it, bobbing again up and down on it. Then I paused, and looked up. "What is it?" he asked. "I want you in me. I've never been with a man before, put I need you so badly," I murmured. "Please." He stroked my face. "Of course, cherie. You are the most wonderful girl I have ever met. I would do anything for you." I took off the panties, then my minimizer. My tiny little cock stood there, straining for every fraction of an inch it had. But it was still just a big clitty, not fit for more than a one-year-old. I loved it, my little clitty there. He could see it, and he laughed and he knew I wanted. "It's so small, even for such a pretty girl," he chuckled. "I'll call it 'Jenny.'" I looked into his eyes and he handed me a tube of Vaseline. He took out a dollop and spread it on his great throbbing cock, and I spread more on my anus. "The best way for the first time is for you to sit on it, so you can take it at whatever speed is most comfortable to you." I eagerly agreed; I felt even more slutty for the fact that he wouldn't be fucking me -- rather, I was the one asking for it, pushing myself onto him, making him fuck me. I was a total whore, a little sissy bitch fag. And I relished it. I eased myself onto him, feeling his cock push past my sphincter, stretching me until tears came to my eyes. But I knew I could not stop. Slowly, slimily, I pushed down more, and his head popped past my tight band of muscles and suddenly it went into me quickly, slipping right in as if it were perfectly expected, as if that was the only thing that ever could have happened. I felt his testicles and his thick patch of hair scratching my ass. I wiggled and groaned. Then I rose, feeling him slide out of me again, feeling empty, needing that perfect, huge cock inside me but savoring the pulling sensation. I rose until I felt the head of his cock against my sphincter, resisting the final inches, clinging to my ass. I plunged down again. I writed above him, bucking my hips up and down, fucking myself on his incredible cock, feeling the perfection of fulness and the yearning of emptiness, over and over, needing it, needing it, needing it. Yes! I felt his hands grab my hips, pulling me into him again. They moved up my chest, and pulled me back; he sucked my right ear lobe, kissed my neck, then rolled. Now his was on top of me! I arched my back and thrust my ass up in the air, knowing what was coming next. He reared back, pulling all the way out of me. I moaned, desperate for his cock, knowing I would do anything to feel him inside me again. I got my wish, and he began fucking me in fast, hard strokes. In and out, in and out. I screamed out and began to cry. "Yes, yes, yes, oh God fuck me, I need your cock, please, please yes!" I quickly descended into incomprehensible babble until finally I felt his penis contract and then, just as my ass began to spasm and shudder in the best orgasm I've ever felt, his warm seed burst into me, filling me with his loving, gooey warmth. I was sobbing by this point, completely in love, completely his. He rolled off me and onto his back, pulling me in to him, kissing me tenderly. "You were beautiful, cherie, perfect. I love you so much. We kissed again, and I nuzzled my nose into his neck. We fell asleep that way, the cum slowly leaking down my leg. European Vacation Author's Note: Hey everyone this is my first submission, I've never let anyone read my erotic or sexual writing ever. It's just a quick little jot I wrote a while back. The whole thing was really a stream of thought, no facts checked, no ideas denied. Anyway, I've tried to clean it up and improve it how I can, tips or suggestions are appreciated. I hope you enjoy! * The rusty key opened the old hotel door easier than Casey figured it would, and as the old door creaked inwards the room was laid bare before their eyes. He grimaced and shivered violently as he took it in. The rust red carpet was worn ragged and had holes in it where the concrete floor could be seen. The walls were a particular shade of yellow that Casey imagined had gone out of style in the 50s or 60s. On top of that, they were covered in a smattering of bad drywall patches. Above them the staccato ceiling was somehow stained in half a dozen places and the ceiling fan was off kilter. "Maybe we should find a different place?" Casey suggested to the two behind him after a long moment of shock. When they did not say anything he turned to look at the two. Both of the women were soaked though and shivering violently same as him. They both looked just about as miserable as he felt. Groaning, he stepped inside and kicked his soaked sneakers off to the corner as he looked around. He continued to shiver from the ice cold rain outside as he walked into the room and turned to glance back at his family. "Is there a shower or bath or something?" his sister Karen wondered as she came in, clutching her arms around her chest. Her teeth chattering as she spoke and her bare legs had gone pale from the cold. Her short skirt, like the rest of their clothes, was completely soaked with icy water. "Do you suppose they've got a washer or something we can use?" his mother Tamara asked quietly. She too was drenched. Her white t-shirt clung to her large breasts as she shivered and their movement was somewhat mesmerizing under the cloth. Casey pulled his eyes away from her and walked into the room. He eyed the one bed dubiously. Someone was going to have to sleep on the floor, and he would have bet a fortune he knew who. "Washer and dryer will cost money, and I'm just about broke now." he said, then walked over to the heater on the side wall while Karen chattered her way into the bathroom. He took a look at the controls then fumbling with the heater knob to turn it on. There was no response from the ancient thing. It looked like it had been built in the seventies, he punched it, the hit landing lighter than he would have wanted due to his involuntary shakes. He cursed under his breath. "The heater is broken." At about the same time he heard his sister cry out in the bathroom, causing their mother and him to turn that direction quickly. Before they could run over she walked back out and shook her head. "You have to pay for hot water." she muttered. "What the hell kind of hotel is this?" "The kind you get a room for the night in for ten euros." Casey groaned. "This sucks." "It's better than being out in that rain though." Tamara spoke up, walking over and staring at the bed for a second. "They didn't have a room with at least two beds?" she wondered. Casey shook his head. "Not for what we had anyway. How much does it cost to get some hot water?" he wondered. Karen sighed and shook her head. "Five euros for five minutes." she muttered. Casey dug in his pocket for a moment and produced a single dripping bill and a handful of coins. He counted the coins out slowly. "I got three euros, does it take bills?" he wondered. She glanced back into the bathroom, then shook her head. "Looks like just coins. There's no way all three of us can get in there in two minutes." she muttered, then brightened momentarily. "Coin toss for dibs on the shower?" Casey shook his head in dismay, then spoke without thinking. Chivalry sucked sometimes. "I'll skip, so long as I don't have to sleep on the floor." he muttered as he glared in disgust at the dirty shag carpet he was sitting on. He glanced back up at them and saw Karen crouching on the floor, her knees were aimed right at him. A pair of soaked pink panties dared him to stare, but he pulled his gaze away from his little sister and looked up at his mother. Tamara seemed to be contemplating something very deeply, her eyes staring at the ceiling as if in thought. She spoke up after a moment of silence that seemed to stretch forever. "We should all take the shower together. That way we're not shivering anymore at least." Tamara suggested. Karen and Casey stared for even longer than she had thought about the ridiculous plan. Casey could not tell if she was joking or not, her expression was completely serious. Tamara saw the skeptical looks and continued. "We're going to have to get out of these soggy clothes anyway, don't worry about it." she explained waving her hand to dismiss their concerns. They both glanced down at their clothes and than at each other, and then at her. "You're serious?" Casey wondered. "You're kidding!" Karen objected. They looked at each other again and Casey sighed. Tamara pulled a couple of coins out of her pocket and tossed them to Casey. "Why would I joke? We're all freezing. I won't let either one of you object to it, especially if the heater is broken." she said. Casey picked up the coins she had tossed at him. That brought it to four euros. Four minutes of shower time, he glanced at the two and his chivalrous side objected, he punched it in the face. What was four minutes really? Karen seemed to be thinking about it as well and apparently came to the same conclusion. They each nodded solemnly. "Then first thing we need is to get these clothes hung up and drying." Karen muttered, looking around the room for suitable drying spots. Casey nodded and looked to the broken heater, it wouldn't do much good at heating the room, but it would work well enough as a clothes rack. He quickly stripped his shirt off and laid it down on the heater. "I can't believe I just agreed to this." He heard Karen muttering, he glanced over at the other two. Both were doing the same as him. Karen had unbuttoned her shirt and was laying it over the wooden chair in the corner while Tamara had removed her t-shirt and the tank top she had worn beneath it, letting her large breasts spill free. He found himself thinking her breasts must have been freaks of nature to be that large and not have begun to sag. Her round dark nipples looked incredible, erect as they were from the cold. He abruptly looked away when he realized he was staring and a sudden hesitation gripped him. Frowning his knightly side wondered if agreeing had been the right thing to do, like he had much of a choice. This entire trip had been a disaster. First they had missed their flight due to unforeseen work matters for Tamara. Then they had had been forced to pay more for new tickets. Their flight had been forced to land several times and they had switched planes. When they reached their destination everything but their carry on bags had been lost in transit somewhere. They had become lost due to a faulty navigation system, and then the rental had broken down in the middle of nowhere. They didn't have working European cell phones, so they had left their rental and their bags by the side of the road while they walked to the nearest civilization. That was when the freezing rain had started, making their lives even more miserable. He thought he had steeled himself for the worst. Taking a shower with two female family members had not been on his worst case scenario list. In fact he laughed at how completely overlooked that particular scenario had been. He resigned to remember it next trip they took while questioning his sense of humor about the situation. "Slowpoke, come on, I'm freezing still!" Karen chattered. Casey took a breath, then removed his pants and boxers in one motion. He wasn't going to let it get to him, desperate times and all. He laid the clothes next to his shirt and quickly pulled his socks off. When he turned both the women were gone, presumably they had already entered the bathroom. He took the change from the floor and covering himself as best he could, walked to the bathroom and peeked in. Tamara was standing there with her lightly tanned back turned to him. His mothers nicely rounded ass seemed to draw his eyes unconsciously, and he noted the lack of tan lines. Meanwhile Karen was already crouched in the tub. Her hands covering her smaller but no less perfect chest. She blushed brightly when she saw him looking and turned her head. Tamara turned around and brushed her long brown locks back from her face as she motioned for him to come in quickly. Somehow she managed to cover both of her tits just one arm while she did. "Come on, get in here, in front of your sister so she's not worried about you seeing her." Tamara instructed, then stepped aside. Casey did what he was told and walked past, his movements jerky and quick. The entire time he tried to keep his eyes averted from the two of them as he stepped into the tub. Tamara followed him in behind Karen and then slid the curtain closed. "I'm going to start it up." he advised, then started feeding change into the rusty coin slot next to the cold water handle. There was a thunking sound, followed by a groan and the water started flowing sporadically. It wasn't very hot, but it was plenty warm after the soaking they had endured, and after a moment the pressure went up and it sprayed them all thoroughly. He heard Karen sigh as the water hit her. Chivalry bore it's noble head again as he realized he was getting the brunt of the water. He grudgingly tried to move aside o they could get more of it. "Karen you should move up here so you can get into the water a bit more." he suggested, pushing himself against the wall and shutting his eyes. "What? That's too close." she said, then gasped and he felt her brush him momentarily. "Don't worry about it Kay, your brother is doing you a favor." Tamara said happily. "And I don't mind a little extra water myself." He heard Karen laugh nervously at her mother. "Just, don't open your eyes, okay dummy?" she said. He nodded, keeping them shut and enjoying the warmth of the spray that was hitting him. The tile at his back was a little cold but he ignored it. The problem was keeping the proximity of two nude women from his mind. Despite knowing the two were related to him his penis was starting to get a little too comfortable. He could feel it starting to grow, the little bastard! He desperately hoped that neither woman was looking, but couldn't tell with his eyes closed. "Karen you're stiff as a board, relax a little and try to get warmed up okay?" Tamara said. "Casey I put a brush on the little ledge next to your hand. Can you hand it to me?" He nodded, then felt around for the brush. His fingers touched the bristles and he clutched it. When he raised it up to hand it to her his hand impacting something warm and soft as a pillow. He abruptly jerked his hand back and held the brush up. "Uh, sorry, I can't see where you are." he tried to explain, wondering just what it was he had touched. His imagination pulled up images of his mothers large breasts to go with the feeling. He felt his penis start growing dangerously fast once more and fought to think of something completely unappealing to stop it. "That's fine thanks." Tamara said, then he felt the brush vanish from his hand. "I'm going to brush your hair a little Kay." she said. Casey forced himself to relax and listened as his mother combed Karen's hair quietly. A minute later the water faltered and then stopped with an audible groan from not just the pipes, but each of the family members. They'd have to get out now, and they didn't have any clothes to wear. The thought sent Casey's hormones raging again. He tried to cover his crotch, but his penis was already half erect. He groaned quietly and prayed they weren't looking. "Kay are you feeling a little better now?" Tamara asked. Casey felt a pang of annoyance at his plight, and wondered if the two were ever going to get out of the bathtub or if they intended to stay there all night. "A bit better." Karen said, then he heard the shower curtain yanked back. "Just a moment." Tamara said, and then Karen let out a little squeak of surprise. Casey kept his eyes shut and wondered what was happening. "Your still really nervous." Tamara continued. "Wait mom, what..." Karen's sentence was cut off suddenly and she mumbled something. After a moment she gasped. "What are you doing?" She asked quietly. "Nothing, come here." Tamara said. Suddenly Casey felt something warm touch his penis. His eyes shot open and he saw his mother holding Karen's hand up to his crotch. Karen was shaking, staring widely at it in fear. "Whats going on?" Casey wondered grabbing Karen's hand to pull it away. Tamara pushed herself up against him and enveloped his lips with her own. He stared wide eyed as she kissed him, this was crazy, his own mother was kissing him. A moment later she pulled away and smiled. Casey stood there in shock for a moment, then looked at his sister. Her hand was still on his erect penis, but Tamara wasn't holding it there anymore. "It's, big." Karen mumbled, then seemed to regain herself and pulled her hand away, looking up at him guiltily. "Sorry, she made me do it." Casey blinked at her, then looked to his mother. Tamara's hand suddenly grabbed his penis gently and began working it. "She's right, it's pretty big." his mother said, then looked back at Karen. "Come on honey, he doesn't mind at all." Casey was stunned, then groaned as her hand stimulated him. "It's..uhg alright." he managed to say, then Tamara grabbed his hand and shoved it against her breast. He squeezed and felt her soft mounds one by one. The feeling was amazing and he wanted to say something, to tell her but his jaw wouldn't work. He just stared dumbly as her flesh moved under his palm. As he continued he felt another hand on his crotch and glanced down. Karen was hesitantly touching him with her right hand, her face bright red as she tried to cover her chest with her left. He thought to himself that it didn't seem in the spirit of this crazy affair, then reached over with his free hand and pulled her arm away from her breasts. She looked up at him with eyes wide as he began rubbing one of her breasts as well. While her breasts weren't as massive as his mothers they were pretty impressive themselves, bigger than he could wrap his large hand around anyway. He rubbed them one by one and while she continued to stare at him, and then his dick, he heard her sigh appreciatively. "Case, that's..." Karen muttered then stopped mid sentence as Tamara removed her own hand from Casey's penis and pushed it between her daughters legs. "What, ohh!" Karen moaned again as her mothers fingers caressed her nether lips. Casey kept rubbing his sister's breasts, but couldn't see what his mother was doing that made Karen go limp as a rag doll and clutch his shoulder. Thinking that seemed rather interesting, he moved his hand from his mothers nipples to her crotch. He slid his fingers down her slit and felt her shiver as he worked his digits back and forth over her lips. "You two are pretty knowledgeable." Tamara muttered. Casey didn't reply, he figured he was as knowledgeable as anyone else who had watched porn for years, his experience was limited however and he doubted his skill. His mother's breathing heavy as he slipped a finger, then a second into her hole. Still she wasn't nearly as loud as Karen, who was huffing and puffing under the movement of her mothers fingers. His sister released his dick and grabbed onto her mothers shoulder as her legs began to give out. "Mom, what are youuuu?" she couldn't even finish her sentence. Casey laughed and pulled Karen a little closer to him, as much to help support her as to feel more of her near him. She nearly fell over but he held her up with both hands. Tamara grinned and dropped to her knees in the tub and pressed her mouth to her daughters lower lips. "Ahhh!!" Karen moaned as her mothers tongue slipped along her labia and circled her clit. Casey moved both of his hands around to her breasts and began kneading and tickling them. He pressed his cock into her rear and rubbed against her. "Wait...Case!" she muttered. She turned her head to look at him and he kissed her She didn't pull back, and instead her eyes drooped halfway in submission. When he released she gasped for air, then let out a terrific moan and her whole body tensed up. Her back arched and pressed heavily into him, and she gained inches as she stood her toes as she cried out. He held her tight and after a moment she slumped in his arms. Tamara pulled back from her daughters crotch and grinned happily, then stood and kissed Karen. After a moment she pulled away and Karen let out a little laugh, then smiled. "That was, kinda nice." she admitted between breaths. Casey laughed at her, then looked at his mother. "Whats going on with you?" He asked her. "We're not done yet." she just replied, then helped Karen wobble out of the tub. Casey followed, his hardon throbbing. Tamara led Karen to the bed and pulled back the tacky sheets, letting the girl sit down, then she turned to Casey and crouched down, taking his cock with both hands. "That feels great." he muttered as she rubbed his penis slowly. Then she licked her lips, and then shoved his cock into her mouth. He jumped and grabbed her head, then felt the tip strike the back of her throat. It took him a few seconds to recover from his surprise as his mother began deep throating him. "Mom, what are you doing?" Karen asked, watching with interest from the bed. Casey groaned happily as his mother pulled her head back then slammed his cock to the back of her throat again and again. Her lips sucked at his skin and her tongue wrapping around his member with each thrust. After a moment, Karen got up and crouched low, watching with interest as their mom sucked him off. It took a few minutes, then Casey felt himself at the brink. "I'm about to cum mom, pull it out!" he told her, but she ignored him and kept going. He groaned in exstacy and thrust his hips towards her one last time. Then suddenly he felt the rush in his nether regions and a river of spunk shot out into her mouth and throat at full power. She stopped moving and he saw her throat working as more and more shot into her. After a few seconds it stopped and she pulled away, licking her lips. "Pretty good shot there." She commented, then looked at Karen, who was staring in awe. "Can you teach me that?" Karen wondered. Tamara smiled, then leaned over and kissed her again. Karen accepted the kiss without hesitation this time and moaned happily. Casey watched the two and wondered why his mother had gotten them all started like this. After a few moments of kissing Tamara backed off and got up, climbing onto the bed, her large breasts swinging around beneath her as she did. Casey caught a glimpse of her cunt and anus and blinked as he realized she was shaved completely clean. "You shave your crotch mom?" he asked, helping Karen to her feet. As he did he glanced down at her crotch as well. It was neatly trimmed to a landing strip above her slit, when he looked back up at her face she blushed brightly like he had never seen before. "I've never had much hair actually." Tamara said, then reached down and rubbed her crotch seductively. "Come on up here Karen." she patted the bed beside her. Karen nodded and climbed onto the bed, crouching next to her mother, but keeping her legs firmly shut. Casey couldn't help but stare at the two beautiful girls that sat there. European Vacation "Why are we doing this?" he wondered, then climbed onto the bed. "Because it's better than being nervous wrecks for the rest of the week we're here, it'll be our little secret. Okay?" Tamara winked, then rubbed her crotch some more. "So who do you want to fuck first, me or your sister?" she asked innocently. Both Casey and Karen looked at her in shock. His hormones had been screaming at him to fuck them since they got in the shower, but to hear his mother say the words was mind blowing. It didn't feel right to his chivalrous side but he felt himself starting to get hard again the moment she said it. "I don't think I can...and that's..." Karen protested, then turned bright red and stared at her brothers cock. A look of desire and fear played over her face that both he and Tamara caught. She wanted to, she was as horny as they were, but she was afraid. Casey stared at his sister and felt his sexual drive pumping like a mighty war engine, bashing aside the army of chivalry and common sense and morals with every moment. He didn't hesitate to crawl up onto the bed and grabbed Karen's wrist. He kissed her hard, shocking her again as she fought with the idea of actually having sex with him. After several seconds of the kiss her shock faded and kissed him back passionately. When they separated Tamara reached over and pulled Karen down over her lap facing down like she was about to receive a spanking. With some quiet coaching from his mother, Karen's ass hesitantly rose up so she was on her knees. Casey gently took his sisters hips in his hands and positioned himself behind her, then rubbed his glans up against her slit. At that he saw his sister's back tense and she turned back to look at him, her eyes wide with panic. "Wait, Case, I'm not, this is..." She turned to their mother and tears started to flow. "I'm scared mom!" she said. Casey felt a pang of regret and sat on his haunches, pulling his penis away from his sisters snatch. "It's going to be just fine honey." Tamara stroked her daughters long pale hair gently. The girl shook her head and went silent. Tamara pulled the girl closer and smiled. "There's nothing to be afraid of. Your brother would never hurt you." she reassured, giving Casey a look that told him he needed to be damn careful. Casey nodded knowingly, he had taken his girlfriend's cherry years ago and known how much it had pained her. "Is this your first time baby?" Tamara wondered. Karen nodded and continued weeping into her mother's thigh. After a moment Karen stopped sobbing and then glanced back at her brother, giving him a slight nod. He got back on his knees and once again rubbed his cock against his sisters entrance. She shied away from him a little, but in her mothers lap there was little she could do to escape. "It's going to hurt a little, I'll be careful." Casey warned, then pushed himself into her. His head slid into her nicely, she was more aroused than she let on. However his progress slowed as her tunnel became much too tight for his width. She gasped and he pushed in harder, his cock sliding into her pussy even further. "Case you asshole!" she whined quietly, clutching her mothers hand tightly and listening to Tamara's quiet voice as she whispered encouragement. Casey didn't stop, his cock slipping into his little sisters tight vagina even further. He groaned and pushed in with more force, almost all the way, then grabbed her hips as she tried to squirm away from him. Tamara held her hand tightly and continued to stroke her daughters black hair lightly. "Shhh, it's going to be alright, it's almost in." Tamara whispered and Casey made his final push, pressing his cock all the way into her, her butt pressed to his abdomen. He waited a moment, then pulled himself back, nearly out of her before pushing in again. "Ooow, no, that hurts!" Karen wept and tensed up. Her pussy clamping down on his cock as he pushed in and he heard something that was half gasp and half sob. He continued anyway, pulling her hips back to him then pushing away. She seemed to fight him on every stroke, and her pussy continued to tighten down, as if refusing to let his cock leave. After a minute or two, her breathing got much heavier and her weeping seemed to quiet. She was nearly silent for another couple of minutes, with only the wet slapping sound of each thrust and the creak of the old bed filling the room. "Is it starting to feel a little better?" Tamara asked quietly, still stroking the girl's hair. Karen was silent but Casey thought he saw a small nod from her. He continued thrusting and Tamara smiled happily at him, a look of pride on her face. After another minute or so, Karen's breathing got even heavier and Casey asked the question this time. "How is it Kay, how does my cock feel in you?" he wondered. She moaned a little. "It's really big, and deep, I feel like you're punching me in the gut every time you thrust. But it feels, kind of good." she managed to get out between breaths. Tamara looked up at Casey. "Try to be more gentle with her, it's her first time after all." she advised. Casey nodded and slowed down his thrusts so they wouldn't hit her so hard. The affect was almost instant, as his sister started moaning louder, and he suddenly felt her insides become much more slick. "Oh, that's so much better, thank you Case." She moaned loudly and her back stiffening at the same time her pussy clamped down on him like a vise. "That's it baby girl, I knew you could do it!" Tamara cooed, reaching down and fondling one of her daughters breasts. "You're brother loves you very much, he doesn't want to see you hurting any more than I do. Right Casey?" She asked. "I love you sis." he nodded and continued thrusting. She just moaned louder in succession as a response. Tears formed in her eyes again. "I love you too Case!" she managed to get out between breaths. Every time he thrust in and out her moans seemed to get louder and louder, till he worried they might wake the neighbors. Some part of him reminded him of the state of the run down hotel, this was likely a commonplace sound here. "I'm almost..." Karen groaned, unable to finish her sentence, and started pushing back against him with each thrust. Her moans again increased in volume, louder with every wet slap as they came together. "Holy shit." Casey exclaimed, then grabbed her hips. "I'm about there too!" The room was filled with the wet slapping of their joining, and her moans of joy for another few minutes before she suddenly had her orgasm. Karen yelled at the top of her lungs as it overcame her. Her pussy clamped down on Casey's penis one last time, harder than ever before and suddenly he was overwhelmed. He groaned and pushed himself into her as hard as he could, and felt the dam give way. A burst of cum flowed out into her like a river. She let out one last moan before collapsing into her mothers lap. He collapsed on top of her and heaved for breath, feeling the hot skin of her smooth ass and thin back beneath his chest. He reached up and grabbed her hand, entwining his fingers with hers. "You came in me." she muttered tears of pain and joy still flowing from her eyes. "What if I get pregnant?" He ignored the question and kissed her neck. He didn't have an answer anyway. After a moment he pulled himself up of off of her. His penis slid from her cunt and releasing a well of cum mixed with a little blood that was stored within. "If you get pregnant we'll just raise your baby as one of the family." Tamara said. "You enjoyed your big brothers cock right Kay?" Karen smiled weakly and nodded. "Amazing Case, really amazing." she muttered. She shut her eyes and was asleep in seconds. Tamara smiled, then pulled herself out from under her daughter, crawling over to where Casey was sitting, staring at his sisters spread legs, her pussy still dripping juices onto the bed. "I hope you're not too tired out baby." she muttered, touching his flaccid cock tenderly. "I'd like to get warmed up too." Casey shook his head in amusement and reached up, pulling his mother closer to him to give her a kiss. They fought each others tongues for a moment, then pulled back and he grabbed her breasts. "These are amazing mom, I can't believe you walk around without a bra." he muttered massaging them. They didn't fit into his hands at all, and her nipples were as big as his palms. "Hard to find a bra that fits them, do you like them that much?" she wondered. He grinned at her and took one of them into his mouth, licking and sucking on her nipple. "Oh that feels nice, reminds me of when you were a baby." she cooed, reaching down to touch his slowly hardening cock. Her fingers deftly stroked and rubbed him until it started to grow again. Casey wasn't going to let her take the lead just yet though. He pushed her forward so that she rolled onto her back, her breasts jiggling nicely and her hair splaying out around them. She smiled invitingly as he pulled away from her breast, then grinned himself. "I want to try something." he said, then pulled back and spread his mother's legs. He pressed his face close to her slit and admired it for a moment. This was the place he had been born from. The idea aroused him and caused him to pause at the same time. His hesitation was only momentary though, after all he had already fucked his sister. He pressed his face into his mothers snatch and shoved his tongue into her hole, sucking and licking as he ate her out. She moaned happily and he felt her hands on the back of his head shortly. She was sopping wet, and he had no doubt that she had been since the shower, possibly before. He shoved his fingers into her hole and moved his lips to her clit as he continued, teasing her with his tongue. She gasped and moaned softly, her body shaking with each pass he made. "That's perfect Case." she sighed and he continued. It didn't take long though, he guessed she had likely been playing with herself as he had fucked Karen. After a few minutes he began to tire, but she pressed his head harder into herself, and her thighs tightened around his head keeping him trapped. Her orgasm rocked rocked her whole body once, twice and then a third time, spraying his nose and mouth with her juices each time. When her spasms stopped she let him go and he got to his knees wiping his face off absentmindedly. "Did you plan this from the beginning?" he asked her, sitting back on his haunches. His curiosity was getting the better of him. She smiled sweetly and slowly pulled herself up, shaking her head as she did. "No, I just got carried away. I just saw your penis in the shower. It looks exactly like your Dad's you know?" She said. Casey thought of his father's passing for a moment, then nodded. Tamara smiled and hugged her son tightly, pressing her large tits to his chest. His already hard cock poked her belly as she hugged him. "You think I'm a bad parent?" She asked him quietly. He shook his head. She leaned back and smiled, then kissed him as hard as he had kissed Karen. He felt her tongue venture into his mouth and they dueled once more, enjoying the taste of each other. Abruptly she leaned into him and they fell backwards onto the bed. She pulled away, her large breasts swaying over his head for a moment as she gave him a devious grin. He felt her hand grab his cock and she got to her knees, crouching on top of him. She guided his cock to her pussy and he felt her brush him over her lips. He gulped and his heart leapt for what seemed like the millionth time as it sank in. He was about to fuck his mother. She grinned at him knowingly, her amazing body was tense as she waited so close to crossing the last line. He took her free hand and squeezed it, she squeezed back and pushed herself all the way onto his cock. She came to a stop when her lips met his torso and he reveled. She wasn't as tight as his sister, but she felt amazing all the same. "Oh that's my baby boy." she said, pulling his head closer to her breasts and sighing heavily. He kissed her soft skin and wrapped his arms around, gripping her ass. He moaned as she began grinding her hips, pressing their crotches together in new and unique ways. Casey looked down and his eyes locked on their union, staring at where he disappeared into her. Her breasts jiggled back and forth in front his face, bringing his eyes back up. He looked up at his mother who was staring down at him with gleaming eyes. He basked in the feeling of her moist vagina wrapped around his manhood, and he loved the way her face reacted with each movement she made. After a few long minutes of pleasure she moaned and lifted herself up letting his cock nearly fall out of her before slamming her hips back down with a wet slap. "Oh baby, you're sister is going to be spoiled after having this cock as her first." Tamara cooed, her hands seeking her son's shoulders as she continued to pull and push herself off and onto his cock. She shut her eyes and moaned while he lay there transfixed by her body. Her gorgeous breasts now swung and giggled and slapped her chest in ways that made his eyes go wide. Reaching up he grabbed the mounds and stopped their uncontrolled flight. Instead he rubbed and played with her nipples. He had to admit he was as excited by them as much as by the union of himself and his mother. Before long she tired of all the work and they rolled over. He pushed her legs to one side and shoved himself into her. He pounded her pussy as fast and hard as he could, making her cries rise in volume till they rivaled Karen's. "Case please don't stop! Don't ever stop!" her cries became louder and louder as he thrust. His mind was too blurred to catch her words. He simply knew he loved the way her voice gasped, that he loved the way her whole body rocked as he slammed into her. He loved the way her tits jiggled and her vagina clenched him. He didn't notice at first when Karen awoke and crawled over, climbed onto his mother and straddling her stomach. Karen kissed her mother passionately temporarily stopping the symphony of moans. Casey to pound himself into Tamara with more and more force, his aching cock straining to erupt a final time. With Karen's ass aimed straight at him and the sight of her still gleaming pussy he became even more excited. He reached up and pushed his middle and index fingers into her slit experimentally. She jumped and turned to look back, but then she went back to muting their mothers cries of joy.. Taking his queue, Casey continued playing with his sisters pussy while he fucked their mother senseless. It only took a few more minutes for Tamara to cum, her pussy sprayed juices all over Casey and the bed. When she came Casey hurried and finished up himself, pounding into her a few last times before he felt the tightness in his crotch and the sudden flow of cum. It burst out into her and he grunted with exertion, feeling himself empty deep inside her. He pulled out of his mothers pussy and collapsed onto the bed beside her. The two laid there for a long moment before the lights suddenly turned out and they were left in darkness, staring at the wobbling ceiling fan. He felt Karen lay down beside him, pressing her body up against him tightly. His mother pressed herself closer as well, wrapping and arm and leg over him. "Thank you both, I love you so much." Tamara whispered to them. She turned her head and kissed him briefly before laying back down. Casey heard her breath steady and slow in moments as she dozed off. When Tamara was asleep he tried to drift off himself, but then felt Karen's small hand take his. He grasped it tightly and turned his head to her. She was staring up at him with her beautiful eyes that he had never noticed before. "I love you Case, I kinda enjoyed tonight. Can we do it again sometime?" she whispered, her voice almost apologetic, as if she were afraid he would deny her. He craned his head and kissed her, then squeezed her hand reassuringly. "Anytime Kay." he told her. "I love you too." With that, she snuggled up to him and fell asleep. Casey tried to fall asleep for a while but sleep would not come. He was sore in places he hadn't known were there, but most especially his penis, which ached from all the work it had done. His mind was sore in a way as well. He could not understand how he had somehow come to be sexual partners with both his mother and sister. This trip had been a disaster from the get go, but as he lay there, thinking of the acts he had just commited. Somehow, the trip didn't seem too bad at all. "I love you both." he muttered, then dozed off.