Shameless in Eden: Ch. 02

Shameless in Eden: Ch. 02

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This is a story with explicit incest elements. Parents and children, siblings and cousins. There's also age gap amongst sexual partners with clear references like "she was my former babysitter" and "I changed his diapers decades ago". Also, nothing is sacred: members of vocations like priests and teachers are going to be in on the action at some point. If that's your ick, I strongly suggest hitting the back button. If that's what gets you going, please read ahead and hopefully leave me a positive review!

This story crosses over multiple timelines. Where timeframes shift, I will leave a note as to the year.

CHAPTER TWO

1995

"Babe."

I drifted out of sleep when I felt a hand move across my chest. At first, I thought it was some remnant of a dream, but then I felt the slow drag of her fingers, light and deliberate, coaxing me back. Mara had come back from the other room, and the mattress dipped slightly with her weight as she leaned in.

"Miiike," she whispered, close to my ear. Her breath was warm against my skin, stirring me more surely than the sound of her voice. A curtain of her hair brushed my face, cool and silken, then the faint press of her lips at my jaw--half a kiss, half a tease.

I blinked awake, groggy, the darkness thick around us, the stillness telling me it was long past midnight. She slid her hand lower, over my stomach, resting just above my hip. There was a smile in her voice when she said my name again, quiet, insistent.

When I turned toward her, she was close enough that the curve of her body pressed into mine--her warmth, her softness. Even in the dim light I could see her eyes, narrowed in that playful way, like she enjoyed how much effort it took to rouse me.

"You were out," she said.

"God, I hadn't realized. That took more out of me than I thought."

"You? You'll recall I did all the work, mister."

I thought back to Mara astride me, and she knew I was reliving the evening's play. I smiled up at her. "Yeah, you bet you did."

I inhaled deeply. She was freshly showered, and she smelled of shampoo and bath soap. "You smell nice."

"I enjoyed a nice long shower. No interruptions."

"No Kevin or Didi banging on the door asking for their turn?"

"Well now that you mention it..." Mara teased sheepishly. That piqued my interest.

"Didi was waiting for me after I came out of the bathroom."

"Oh, she was, was she?" That definitely piqued my interest.

"She said she came out to apologise. I think they knew they were noisy."

"Babe, there are people back in London who probably knew they were noisy. It wasn't exactly the subtlest of shags."

"Not like us. Masters of covert shagging."

"A year in your mom's house trained us well."

I chuckled. We spent the first year of our marriage living with Mara's mother. That's what broke couples did. We learned to be discreet. "So, how did you respond?"

"What was I supposed to say? I wasn't going to pretend that we didn't hear them going at it. I offered the most magnanimous thing I could think of at fucking one in the morning: 'I hope you enjoyed it as much as it sounded.'"

"That's well.... what did Didi say to that?"

"She said, well, I hope you enjoyed it too."

"Holy shit, what do you think she meant by that?"

"If she only knew... " Mara smiled then looked away. It sounded like she had more to say. "Babe, that's not all."

"What?"

"Kevin... he called Didi to come back to bed. And... that's when I realized... I mean, I didn't notice it before..."

"What?"

"I didn't realize their door was open."

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah, it was wide open. I could see straight into their room."

"Kevin?"

"Mmmm-hmmm?" she nodded sheepishly.

"Wow."

"You can say that again."

"What does that mean?"

"I mean, I saw him. Well, not all of him, but..."

"But what?"

"A huge part of him. Love, he was so big, and so... black."

"Holy shit." I was at a loss for words. My wife admitted to seeing another man's cock.

"Honey, I think Didi caught me staring. She turned into the room and told him she was talking to one of the guests."

"Oh my god. Maybe it was all just a misunderstanding."

"Probably. But then, Kevin said, 'why don't you bring her in here to watch'."

My jaw dropped. Did my smoking hot wife just get propositioned for some kind of a threesome?

"Holy shit. Well, that crossed a line. What the fuck did you say to that?" I didn't know whether to be angry, or jealous, or... something else.

"Oh my gosh, honey, I'm so embarrassed. I should never have gone out to shower. You told me that already and I still went."

I pulled Mara into an embrace. I could tell she was really bothered about the whole encounter. "Didi came to the rescue. She basically told Kevin that wasn't gonna happen tonight, that we were tired from a day on the road. And then she winked at me and whispered that their door was always open, and we'd talk more tomorrow."

"Wow. It sure was."

"That door was fucking wide open."

"I bet." I rose to a sitting position and looked my wife deep in her eyes. "Babe, I love you more than life itself. We can chalk this off to a weird random encounter. Who knows, maybe we accidentally stumbled on to the local swingers club."

"Maybe. Babe, it wasn't... not hot, though. Honey, that conversation with Didi... was about an hour ago. After I got back in the room, they went at it again. Just as loud, just as noisy. Just as.... nasty."

"Wow."

"Yeah. Who knew you could sleep through the apocalypse?"

"Very funny."

"It was super hot. That Kevin sounds like he knows how to fuck."

"Hey, I have it on good authority that your husband is an amazing fuck."

"You are. But this was something else, you know? It felt like I was watching - I mean listening - to a porno. It got me super wet - again."

"And you'd just showered."

"And.... the names they called each other. The dirty talk. That REALLY got me going." She folded her hand into mine. "Honey, do you see that seat over there? I planted my ass down there while you dozed off, listened as our neighbours went at it, and got myself off... twice."

"That sounds.... amazing. I wish I were awake for it."

"I thought you should know, babe."

"I'm glad you told me, babe."

"I'm happy to get that off my chest."

"I'm just happy you got off."

"But now I'm tired. Early day tomorrow."

"That sounds like a good idea."

"Even Didi and Kevin sound like they're done for the night."

"Ha! Somehow, we outlasted them." I gave her a peck on the lips.

"Good night, sweet Michael."

"Sweet dreams, fair Mara." She closed her eyes, and I watched her drift to sleep.

That was a hell of an encounter. And we've got at least six more nights in the Green Man.

I couldn't help but feel intrigued about what I learned about my wife tonight.

Now what the hell was I gonna do with the raging boner in my boxers?

2015

"Hope I didn't interrupt anything?"

My daughter Claire stood by the door and surveyed the debauched scene like it was the most normal thing in the world. Her Auntie Didi and dad were still on the guest sofa, bathed in cooling pools of my discharge.

"Heyyyy Claire-bear," said her Uncle Todd, invoking her childhood nickname from across the room. He'd propped himself up on his elbows, his cock flopping loosely after busting in her ass just minutes ago.

Next to Todd on the bed was Claire's mother Mara, who was oblivious to the rest of the room after her monumental cum. Mara was sprawled on top of Todd's son Jason, indulging in the afterglow of their mutual climaxes. She rubbed herself lazily on the puddle of pussy juice and cum that was now on their bellies, while showering the 21 year-old Atkins with slow kisses. Jason didn't mind the affection - or the mess.

Claire crossed the room to where Mara, purring incoherently, writhed atop one of her oldest childhood friends. "Is that you, Jace? Uncle Todd, is that Jason underneath my mom? So that's why he didn't come out with us. C'mon, bro you said you were buried with work."

"Buried in something else, more likely," laughed Todd.

"Mooooom!" Claire rolled her eyes in the same way most teenagers could. The same almond-shaped eyes that her mom had, with deep brown irises that caught the soft light. Smoky shadow smudged soft at the corners. "I swear, you keep stealing my stuff."

If Mara heard her daughter, there was no sign other than a moan from the bed.

"Claire Cabot," I interrupted in a faux strict dadvoice - surreal given the circumstances. "Don't disturb your mother. She's had a lot of deal with tonight. Besides, it looks like you had plenty of.... stuff... to deal with yourself."

I considered her appearance, marked by her night out in ways that were unmistakable.

Her dark brown hair, once smoothed into neat waves, had given up its discipline. Now it was wild and heavy, strands falling across her cheeks, with that lived-in look that only dancing and someone else's hands could make. Her lipstick clearly looked retouched, but still an uneven faint bloom at her jawline suggested far more than just the heat of the dance floor.

Her outfit, a cropped black top, one strap slipping where she hadn't bothered to fix it, and below it a short skirt -- snug, dark, riding high on her hips, the hem brushing mid-thigh. It was the kind of skirt that glittered under club lights, and now, in the softer hall glow, it looked well creased, the waistband tilted from a night of movement.

And something extra, I told myself I'd ask about later. Glistening streaks all over her top, her skirt, on her arms, her thighs. It was obvious where she'd been and what she'd been up to.

Claire leaned against the wall, legs crossing, her laugh low and private, like she was still somewhere else, with someone else. She was suddenly aware of my attention and looked into my eyes. "Buuuuut DADDY", she said the magic word, "You know I just want to help people have a good time. You know, my parents raised me that way."

Her scent -- perfume and smoke -- was mixed with the heady musk of bodies and more in the room. It was starting to wake my cock up. Didi noticed this, and started corkscrewing her grip on my member, lubricated by my previous discharge.

"Did you have a good time, baby?" Didi asked. I was aware of her oversized tits draped over my left arm. I loved how she asked Claire in the same way she'd ask about a night at the movies.

"Oh, Auntie Didi, it was insane. The queue for The Vault took a while but once we got in it was packed and so hot. There must have been about 300 people there. The music was banging. We were right in the middle of the dance floor, drinks sloshing everywhere, just jumping around."

"It started to get really wild. I was making out with two guys. My BFF Maddy was pressed against a wall, another girl I don't know shoving her tongue in her mouth. She had a hand up her skirt."

"The whole club was starting to get out of control. There were people fucking. This one girl, a bit older, was bent over with her face on the floor. A guy had torn her panties and was taking his cock out to fuck her right then and there. The guys I was with were starting to paw at my clothes." Claire fingered the loose strap of her top. Didi changed her movement as Claire's story got steamier -- hand closed to the base, stroking me up and down.

"The DJ took control. He turned down the music, grabbed a mic, and asked everyone if they were up for a bukkake party. The crowd exploded in cheers, guys were howling."

"There must have been more than a hundred girls at the club, right?" I spoke.

"Yeah, so the DJ divided us all up. He asked who wanted to be a batter - the ones who had to well, use the bats. Get the boys going. Then he asked who wanted to be a catcher -- who was going to get cummed on."

"I know what I'd like," offered Didi. "I think I'd rather be a catcher," The cooling pools of cum all over us seemed to validate that opinion.

"I know, Auntie! I'm the same. I mean -- I'm happy to put in the work, but I also wanted that wet gooey reward." Fuck, I was reminded then and there that my shameless cumwhore wife and I raised a shameless cumwhore daughter. Thinking about that, and Didi's stroking, I could start to feel another release inching up my shaft.

"Anyway, there were about two dozen girls who hadn't raised their hands. And the DJ said they were support -- their job was to finger or lick the catchers and the batters."

"I love it! Everyone pitches in!" clapped Didi.

Claire fixed her stare at the beads of precum starting to emerge from my swollen cock head. Didi sped up her pace, her fingers sliding across my full length. That, and the heat of Claire's story, was bringing me close.

"We got started with three boys. I'd seen them around uni but didn't know their names. Didn't ask. This other girl -- Dinah - she was older than me, maybe a third year, Muslim girl, hijab and everything, fuckin' eyes you could just get lost in, just oozing sexy. Dinah was our batter. She had this way, always had a cock in her mouth, and two in her hands. And she would shift to the next and the next. It didn't take long till she got them to spew."

"So how many guys unloaded on you?" Todd asked. From across the room, I could see that he too had regained his erection, stroking it back to full hardness.

"Oh god, Uncle Todd, it was non-stop," she said as she licked her lips while watching my cock head turn purple. "I lost count after about a dozen. Sometimes, they'd get me when I wasn't looking, like on the side of my face, or two at a time. And I'm pretty sure Dinah got a lot of them to go more than once. And when Maddy - she was our support girl - was eating me out, I stopped counting and let everyone cut loose. So it's impossible to tell how many. Just a lot."

"Some of it got on Maddy. I'm pretty sure our batter swallowed a few for herself. And the rest..." she motioned at her soiled outfit, pressing her hands down on her skirt, running past her cameltoe. Under Didi's urgent stroking and the heat of my daughter's story, my cum raced upwards, seeking escape.

But just when my climax seemed inevitable. Didi expertly released her grip, curled a tight ring around the base of my cock. I looked down, saw my thickness quivering in anticipation. Streams of precum ran down its sides. I struggled to temper my breathing. Didi had edged me close, but I managed to stay in control.

Looking back up at my daughter, I said -- evenly as possible, "That... was one hell of a party."

"Why didn't they have these back in our day?" Didi wondered aloud.

"Well, Auntie, it looks like you had a wonderful party right here at home." Claire crossed the room and plopped herself on the sofa arm next to me. I was distinctly aware of her cum-covered clothes. "I want to thank you for taking care of my daddy."

Claire put her arms around me and gave me a peck on the cheek. My cock twitched again, and Didi started to tease out another eruption.

"Of course, honey," Didi replied, whispering into my ear, "What else are aunties for if not being there for your mommy and daddy?"

The room started to heat up. I was deeply aware of my daughter's aroma.

"You know, daddy," Claire whispered to me. "My auntie Didi always has the best snacks."

Claire moved over to Didi's side, used two fingers to scoop a gob of her daddy's cum that had landed on Didi's chocolate breasts. Pulled it back to her and slurped it into her mouth. "Yummmmm... daddycum." Fuck me.

"Claire-bear, didn't anyone ever tell you," admonished Didi. "Aunties are the best snacks." She crooked her finger, and Claire grinned a Cheshire grin as she moved in front of her.

My daughter knelt and started licking the pools of cum that previously landed on Didi's tits, cleaning her of my seed. The leavings that that had congealed on her cleavage. The ones that pooled on her belly and dripped down to her upper thighs. The sight, and Didi's hand still stroking my cock, was making my balls churn.

My daughter ran her lips and tongue up and down her aunt's ebony body, kissing, slurping. Didi started to breathe harder, faster. Reaching her core, Claire pulled Didi's black lace panties aside, and gently French-kissed her dripping snatch with a tongue full of my cum.

Holy shit, I thought. What was she was doing? She had collected my ejaculate from where it landed all over Didi's body and was now trying to force feed it into Didi's pussy. Claire was now attempting to do some kind of nasty cum swap with her aunt's cuntlips. She'd push my semen into Didi, slurp it back up, and then spit out inside her again.

Fuck, that was cumwhore thinking.

I noticed that Claire's skirt -- already short enough to reveal her ass if she bent over -- had ridden up. It was clear she wasn't wearing any panties, as I could see her creamy cheeks in their entirety. Whether she'd gone out without them or lost them in the night's depravity at the club -- I'll never know. Our loveseat threeway, and the exposure of my daughter's backside, wasn't lost on Uncle Todd on the other side of the room who had stroked himself back to full hardness.

Uncle Todd, ever the gentleman, and perhaps recognizing that my daughter was in no position to respond, actually mouthed to me, "May I?" I nodded. He got up and approached my daughter, his engorged six-inch cock a steel bar leading him on.

Todd knelt behind Claire, but instead of taking her doggy-style, he first pried her cheeks apart and kissed each one. Claire raised her head from her task, looked around, smiled at her uncle, then resumed eating his wife out. Todd shifted, aimed his prick into Claire's pussy, and started to drive his shaft into my daughter. Claire elicited a slow moan that carried through to her relentless assault on Didi's cunt.

"Give it to her, honey," Didi urged her husband.

"Yeah, pound me with that fat cock, Uncle Todd!" Claire groaned as she momentarily raised herself from tongue lashing Didi.

Seeing her husband take Claire from behind, Didi used her other hand to grab her niece's hair, and pulled her deep into her crotch so she could eat her out more deeply. At the same time, I pulled Didi's head to mine and shoved my tongue into her mouth.

Didi now had two tongues inside of her -- father and daughter. Claire ran her tongue between her aunt's pussy lips, and the ebony globes of her ass. Todd pressed forward, and Claire used his thrusts to get her tongue -- or maybe her entire face -- further into Didi's dripping hot core.

"Goddamn," muttered Todd. "Claire-bear, you're so fucking tight." Todd picked up speed, pummelling Claire repeatedly with his girthy six-incher. I withdrew from my tongue-sucking with Mrs Atkins to gaze in amazement at my daughter. From between Didi's legs, all I could see were my daughter's eyes - irises wide with sensation, but eyebrows furrowed in concentration as Claire continued to eat out her aunt, amidst bubbling cunt juice and spat-out sperm.

And then, unmercifully, just when Didi was losing herself in the moment, Claire focused her attention on Didi's clit, sucking in her pearl. Then without warning she shoved two fingers deep into her pussy.

"F-f-f-UUUCCCKKK" cried Didi as she burst into an orgasm that even she wasn't quite prepared for. Liquid shot out of her cunt, splattered Claire in the face, and further soiled her cum-drenched outfit. That triggered Todd, who closed his eyes and grunted as he exploded jets of boiling semen into his 18 year old niece while me - her proud father - looked on. And the explosion in her tight teenage pussy triggered a wave of pleasure from Claire that left her whimpering.

Todd, exhausted by two near-consecutive orgasms, tumbled to the ground. Claire got up to a kneeling position. Her make up destroyed by slipping and sliding over Didi's juicy pussy, her mouth glistening in the soft light. Somehow, she was still the only one dressed among us, except her clothes soiled by multiple bodily fluids. Her skirt had ridden up completely, and her bald pussy was fully exposed above her slim thighs. She brought her hands down to her cunt, battered and basted by Uncle Todd's fat cock, and inserted a finger into her dripping snatch.