SHARING A SHOWER WITH MOM

PART 11

“Let me have a taste” I whispered.

Misty giggled softly and spread her legs. She leaned against the wall and arched her back, offering her p***y for a thorough examination. I knelt in front of her and slid my fingers inside her. A little more water trickled down my fingers. I played with her p***y a little more until I felt that she was becoming aroused again. Her body was working hard to replace the natural lubricant she just washed away. I licked her juices off my fingers, examining its taste.

There wasn't much flavor yet, but she tasted pretty much the same way she did when I first licked her, only a little fresher, sweeter. It was perfect for eating her out.

Just as we were finished, there was a knock on the door. Nick was back with the bikinis and my bag. Mom's tiny red top perfectly fitted Misty's luscious breasts; pushing them up just a little, and showing just enough details to tell her n*****s were hard. The thong bikini beautifully framed her firm round ass, her cheeks almost naked and showing off her perfect tan, while the front clearly outlined the shape of her hairless p***y. The finishing touch was the sheer scarf, loosely tied around her waist, barely concealing the treasures hidden underneath it. All in all, she looked like a wet dream come to life.

This had been the easy part. Now we had to work on her playing her role to perfection. We sat down at the picnic table again and I told her every step of the plan. I explained to her what she had to do and what she had to say. I knew she probably had to improvise a bit, but was quite sure she could pull it off. After rehearsing her one last time, we got up and headed to the RV.

Her father was sitting outside, reading a magazine and sipping a beer. I could see two empty bottles lying in the grass next to him. If this was his third bottle already, he’d be mildly drunk by now. He finally noticed our arrival and his eyes immediately were all over his daughter. The look in his eyes was definitely not one that a father was supposed to have when looking at his child. Then he noticed me and I could see his expression change, his eyes now burning with hatred and envy. He growled a greeting, but dared not to tell me to piss off in front of his daughter.

Misty however, played her role beautifully. Her hips swayed sensuously as she walked towards her father and the scarf around her waist came loose at just the right moment. Of course she then had to bend over and pick it up again. The lump in her father shorts was already obvious. The entire outline of his c**k was visible, trapped in one of the trouser legs and desperately trying to break free. I could see Misty hadn't been exaggerating when she mentioned his size. It really was huge, 10 inches at least, and thick too.

He seemed to have forgotten my presence completely as his eyes now were glued on his daughter's ass and p***y, which were not at all covered by the tiny red string that held the front and back together. Both her wrinkled asshole and the hairless labia were on full display. Her arousal was unmistakable as her wetness gleamed in the sunlight. I heard the father groan softly and I saw a small wet spot emerge in his pants.

Misty had dawdled as long as she could and stood up again, wrapping the scarf slowly back on her hips, while making sure her father had a good view of her round breasts and hard n*****s. Then, as she stepped closer to her father and moved in to sit down, the man seemed to remember that this girl he was lusting for was actually his daughter. He cleared his throat and got out of his chair, covering his crotch with the magazine.

“I'll eh… I’ll get you girls something to drink” he said and disappeared into the caravan.

This was going far better than I had planned and I told Misty to go inside and confront him. A minute later she was back outside, claiming he was gone. With some reservations I went with her inside the RV and checked the kitchen. He wasn't there, nor in the living area or bedroom. There was only one door left, leading to the bathroom. I lay my ear against the door and listened. A soft thumping sound and heavy breathing told me all I needed to hear. I motioned for Misty to get ready to open the door while I retrieved the screwdriver from my bag. As quietly as possible I unlocked the door and as Misty pulled it open, I hid myself behind the open door.

Peeking through the hinges, I saw it couldn't be better; inside the tiny bathroom was Misty's father, sitting on the toilet, his shorts around his ankles and his fist around his massive c**k. To make the picture complete, he had a pair of panties in his hand and was sniffing the crotch. I quickly grabbed my camera and snapped a photo. If things went south from here, this compromising picture might be enough to blackmail him.

“Misty!” he gasped as he saw his darling daughter stand in the doorway.

She stepped into the tiny bathroom without hesitation and untied the strings of her bikini. Without saying a word, she let the strips of cloth drop to the floor and stood naked in front of her father.

“What are you doing here? Where is that other girl?” he asked cautiously.

“She had to go home. Are those my panties?”

She did it perfectly, even better than I had hoped. I could see the man relax a bit now that he thought they were alone.

“Were you smelling my panties, daddy?”

He cleared his throat again and started “Well... I...”

“I knew why you do it daddy” she said as she stepped forward.

“You shouldn’t be here honey”

“It feels good, doesn't it, daddy?” she said seductively and made another step. She was now standing directly above his lap, her legs slightly spread. She mostly blocked my view of her father, but I bet he was looking at her with pure lust.

“What, honey?” he groaned.

“f*****g” she said as she pulled her father's hand from his crotch and pressed it against her breast. Then she repeated this with his other hand and leaned forward a bit. I could see between her legs and saw the man's huge c**k point up at her moist p***y.

“Do you want to f**k me, daddy?” she said, lowering herself a fraction of an inch, just enough to let the tip touch her lips for the briefest of moments.

“Do you?”

“God, yes! I can't help it” he groaned

“Say it daddy, say it and you can have me”

“God, Misty, I want to f**k you so bad” he groaned.

“Take me to the bedroom daddy”

The man, delirious with lust, kicked off his shorts, scooped his daughter off the floor and carried her the ten steps to the bedroom. There he laid her on her back and dove headfirst between her legs. Misty made soft mewling sounds as her father ate her p***y, and within minutes I saw the first signs of a massive o****m. After only a quick f**k with her brother, she had lots of pent up s****l energy still stored in her sexy body, and soon she reached her first c****x with her father. Her hips thrust in the air and fists clenched the sheets as she came, biting her lips to keep quiet.

Having made her c*m two, three times more on his tongue, he finally got up and pulled her in his arms again, kissing her passionately. She then untangled herself from his arms, got on her knees and grabbed her father’s c**k. His swollen p***s looked truly massive in her small hands as she jacked him off with both hands and licked the big round head.

“Baby, don’t” he groaned, and for a moment I feared he was going to send Misty away. “You’ll make me c*m if you don’t stop now”

Misty didn’t listen to his warning and kept jacking him off until suddenly his c**k jerked upward and spat out a thick, white jet of sperm all over her face. Two more jets landed on her lips and cheeks before she could catch the remainder of his load in her mouth. I quickly shot another few pictures, pictures that wouldn’t have looked out of place in any porno magazine.

Misty’s father groaned loudly as his daughter closed her lips on the tip and sucked, drinking every last drop straight from his c**k. Misty had trouble taking his c**k in her mouth, and even when she did, only the tip fit inside. Still she managed to suck him back to hardness. When she was assured he was ready to go again, she got back on the bed. She got on her hands and knees, looked to her father behind her and, pushing her ass up in the air, told him to f**k her.

The man didn’t have to be told twice, as he got behind her and aimed his c**k at his daughter’s dripping wet p***y. I didn’t expect Misty would be able to accommodate such a big p***s, but when her father applied a bit of pressure, she opened up and the tip slipped in her. A yelp of joy sounded from the girl, telling us all how good it felt. Reassured, he renewed his grip on her waist and pressed on again. Aided by his daughter’s plentiful lubricating juices, his c**k slid all the way inside her with amazing ease. He didn’t gave the girl much time to get used to his c**k, because as soon as his hips touched her butt, he pulled back and thrust it into her again.

Again she looked behind again, not at her father this time, but at me; smiling in heavenly bliss as she was finally f*****g her father. I smiled back at her and she turned back, her attention now solely on her father and his powerful c**k. I shot a final few pictures of our neighbor f*****g his daughter and got out of my hiding place. My plan to get pictures of them together had worked beautifully, and I could leave now, leaving the incestuous couple to their passionate lovemaking. I sneaked out the RV, leaving Misty in the capable hands of her father, just as another o****m took hold of her body.

When I came home, the rest of the family was waiting for me. I could see mom was worried.

“What is going on, Nick said we were getting arrested?” dad asked

“We can rest assured now; I don't think they will go to the police”

“Why do you think that?”

“Because right now, our neighbor is f*****g his daughter.”

“Is he?” mom asked surprised.

“We need proof” dad said.

“Do you want photo, or video?” I asked, handing him my camera.

“Oh, this is brilliant, Val” dad said as he saw the picture of Misty on her hands and knees, getting f****d by her father. “I could kiss you right now”

“By all means, don't let me stop you” I laughed.

There was a sigh of relief in the caravan. We knew we had dodged a bullet. Dad launched himself from his chair and grabbed me, tearing off my bikini and throwing me on the bed. Seconds later he was naked too and all over me. We all f****d on the big bed again, but this time we did it without making a single noise. Then we went out for dinner and as soon as we were back, we f****d until the sun went down.

The next morning we got up early, ready to leave at daybreak. But first, dad had to confront our neighbors, in case Misty’s father still intended to inform the police. Before could leave the caravan, there was a knock on the door. It was Misty, carrying a little red bikini and matching scarf.

She hugged me for a long time, thanking me again and again. She said she was a bit sore from f*****g her father's big d**k all night, but that she had c*m more times than she could count.

“Wait, he f****d you all night?”

“OMG yes, I’ve never been f****d this much. It was like daddy’s c**k never went down at all; he just f****d me again and again and again”

“But where was your mother during this?” mom asked.

Misty bit her lip, realizing she told something she shouldn’t have.

“I'm not supposed to tell anyone, but mom spent the night with Luke on the folding bed. Dad's c**k may be too big for her, but Luke's fits just fine” she giggled.

“Huh, when did that happen?”

“When did you leave? Was it before or after daddy came in my p***y?”

“I don’t know. He was f*****g you doggy style”

“Ehm, I think that was before. Well, after he came, I sucked his c**k again and we did it once more, with me on top. The second time we f****d he lasted really long before he came, and we sort of fell asleep right after. That's how mom found us; naked on the bed and a big pool of dad’s c*m between my legs.”

“Did she freak?”

“No, not at all; she was, like, happy for us. Dad was completely honest, crying almost. He said he loved her so much, but that he also was a man. And then he told her everything; about how much he had wanted to f**k me and how jealous he was of you guys. He told her he was jacking off in the toilet after seeing my p***y and that he must have forgotten the lock. He said I caught him and that one thing lead to the next and that we ended up in bed together.”

I grinned. “That's one way of telling it. Did she believe him?”

“I think so. She asked me if that was true and I said yes. Then she asked me if his c**k had not hurt me and I said that it was the best thing I had ever felt. Then she laughed and said she was glad and gave us her blessing.”

“But how did Luke get involved?”

“That was a kind of mix-up. When Luke came home, a few minutes after mom, we were all in bed, hugging and kissing. He must have thought we were having a threesome, so he got in with us and kissed me and mom too. I don't know exactly how it happened, but a few minutes later mom’s dress was on the floor and Luke was her between legs, his c**k inside her, and she was cumming over and over again.”

There was another, firmer knock on the door. For a moment the fear of being arrested was back. Cautiously I peeked through the window.

“It's her dad” I whispered.

Mom was the closest to the door and let Misty’s father in. It was like he had become a totally different person. Nothing in his soft demeanor reminded me of the grumpy uptight man I had been so afraid of, mere hours before.

“I guess I owe you guys an apology” he said and handed mom a small yellow envelope. She looked inside and retrieved a few Polaroid pictures of me, Nick, mom and dad f*****g in various s****l positions on the big bed. “I think Misty has spilled our little secret already?” he asked.

Mom nodded, confirming his suspicions.

“That’s okay; I just wanted to say I was an i***t, and I'm sorry. I have to thank you all for showing me, also on behalf of my wife. I've never seen her this happy”

“Thank you, mr…”

“Nash”

“Thank you, Mister Nash. Here, please keep this one” she said, handing him one of the photos. It was a picture of the four of us in the bed, all f****d out. There was no s****l activity in the photo, but when you knew the context, it said more than a thousand words.

“Keep it as a little memento, like the ones we took of you”

The man looked surprised

“What?”

“I think we owe you an apology as well.” mom said. “You see, when I heard you wanted to go to the police, I had to protect my family. I came to your RV to talk you out of it. When I heard what was going on inside I broke in and took these pictures of you and Misty. I was planning to use them for leverage, but I guess we won’t be needing them now” she said, showing him the photos on my camera.

“Apologies accepted” Mr. Nash laughed.

I copied the pictures to a flash drive and gave it to them. A few minutes later, we said goodbye as friends. I got a final farewell hug from Misty and the two walked out, his arm loosely around her waist.

Dad reminded us we had to go. We attached the caravan to the car and piled inside. As we drove off, our neighbors were waiting for us at the park entrance and waved until they were nothing but specks on the horizon.

“Where are we going now, dad?” Nick asked, as we approached the first major intersection.

“I eh… I don’t know” he said, fumbling with the map.

“I don't care where we go, as long as there's a big soft bed and four solid walls around it” I added.

“You know, I think we have all of those at home” Nick joked.

“If we'll take the interstate, we can be there before nightfall” mom chipped in.

Dad didn't say anything, just steered left, heading home.