Emily’s time in Australia seemed to fly past. Matt and Maggie visited twice in the thirteen years that they spent there, but their time together was fraught with problems. The kids were much older needing far more attention and both parents and grandparents didn’t have any time to themselves, except for stolen moments that were all too brief for anything that was sexually satisfying.

Emily almost despaired at the lack of sex, and could only give her father half a blowjob on one of their visits that lasted three weeks.

Her mother, however, suggested to Emily during one WhatsApp video call, that when the coast was clear, she could at least share a masturbation session with her father should she get the time to herself. Emily made the time, she was beside herself, and seeing her father’s cock, erect and horny would at least be some kind of resolution. Emily forced it to happen by enrolling the kids into swimming lessons while her husband was out working. She had an hour to get back home, get naked, call her dad and enjoy a masturbation session with him. How she missed his cock. She went wild when he spurted over his chest, while she was still in the throes of a powerful orgasm by rubbing her clit furiously with two fingers. Their bodies fed each other’s desire over the great distance. Her mother wasn’t to be left out though, and on a few occasions, it was just the two women that got off together.

The video calls seemed to spike over a few months until they eventually died down but by then it was too late. When Mark, her son, was just sixteen, he caught his mother on one of the video calls with her dad. It was an awkward moment, and all Emily could do was lie and tell him that it was someone she met online. Mark wasn’t all that convinced but accepted the excuse when Emily promised she would put an end to it. After all, why wouldn’t he believe his mum?

The next year was spent in incestuous celibacy as far as Emily was concerned. She was a good mother to her kids and a loving wife, except it wasn’t a sexually fulfilling life.

Almost three years later, during a video call with her parents, she broke down in tears. She told them that she had to come home and asked if they would put her up while she got herself sorted. The usual questions followed. No, Darren wasn’t coming home and it would be just her and the kids, Mark and Angela. Her parents agreed but saw the obvious problems of sleeping arrangements in their three-bedroomed house, although Matt’s study could be refitted as a much smaller bedroom.

They expected it to be a few months when Emily suggested that she could be there in under two weeks. Maggie was concerned that something was wrong and all Matt wanted to do was travel to Australia to help her out of any problems that she had. Emily refused the offer, telling her father that there was no way out of the problems she currently had. She had to come home.

Matt picked the three of them up from the airport. It was good to see them all, and the kids had grown up so much. They weren’t kids anymore, they were young adults, with Angela being seventeen and Mark nearly twenty. Matt looked into Mark’s eyes and saw a much younger him looking back, Angela looked like her mother through and through. The hug from Emily was telling. She clung to her father a little too long.

“It’s so good to see you, Dad,” she said. The tears started to slip until she felt both her kids giving them a group hug.

The drive home was almost silent, general chatter filled the car, together with exclamations of awe as Mark and Angela took in the countryside of a new country. It wasn’t as grand as Brisbane but it was beautiful.

Emily had cause to look behind her on a few occasions with stern glances that caused her kids to quiet down and hold back their colourful language. Matt stared straight ahead and concentrated on the driving. The journey lasted just over an hour. Maggie was standing on the doorstep when they arrived. More hugs followed as everyone was ushered inside.

“Something’s up,” Matt whispered to Maggie.

“What?” she whispered back.

Matt shook his head, “I don’t know, I just heard things in the car that didn’t add up.” Matt pointed for his wife to enter the house. Perhaps the reason would be in there at some point shortly.

The conversation at dinner was normal and consisted of everyday family affairs. The study had been made into a spare bedroom for Angela, Emily had her old room but with a double bed and Mark had the spare room. Everything was sorted.

Both Maggie and Matt wanted to know what had happened to cause them to flee Australia but decided to leave that topic of conversation until Emily was ready to divulge the details. Sordid or otherwise.

By bedtime, tensions were high, the kids retired first but were told not to use their phones or games until new Sims were purchased, which would be the next important job. Emily stayed up to have a more serious conversation about her plans for the coming months which included finding a new job, but no more details on the reason for moving home. Emily gave her father and mother a kiss goodnight but not the normal sexy ones she would have given in the past. Something was amiss, she hadn’t even made a move to grab her Dad’s cock.

Matt and Maggie gossiped for a good hour on the snippets of information he thought he had picked up in the car. Matt was sure of nothing and even more confused than normal. Maggie pondered on the situation and concluded that it had to be serious, though everyone seemed to be upbeat.

The following day was uneventful except for the purchase of new phone Sims and some winter wear clothes. Emile made a few phone calls to job interviews. Mark and Angela hid in their bedrooms for most of the time.

Matt couldn’t bear to see his daughter so distressed and he approached Emily in the kitchen asking her about what had happened. She turned to him and started crying and before they knew it, they were in each other’s arms, in need of a good hug and reassurance that everything was going to turn out for the best. The closeness turned to kisses, light ones on Emily’s neck at first that weren’t meant to have a sexual connotation, but they turned into full-blown tongues open-mouthed kissing in a matter of minutes. Matt’s hand fell onto Emily’s bottom and the reassuring squeeze of her plump buttocks meant the whole world to him. She could feel his hard-on make a firm statement.

They broke the kiss and Emily assured him that before the weekend they would know all the details, but that she was still working out how to approach it all. It was complicated.

Matt nodded. He gave her bottom a firm squeeze and smiled, in the firm knowledge that something had got back to normal. His cock.

Conversations opened up a little over the next few days and they discovered, because Mark blurted it out at the dinner table, that Angela was a lesbian. This escalated into a great deal of name-calling that was quickly put to bed by Emily, informing Mark that her sexual preferences belonged to her. She was an adult and could do what she wanted.

“Like you do, Mum,” Mark added quickly and with an evil grin.

“Yes, like I do,” Emily replied without being fazed by his disobedience. The rapid exchange ended, much to Matt’s disappointment.

After dinner, Mark headed upstairs. Emily followed him and had only opened the bedroom door when he blurted it all out. “We can’t go on much longer like this, Mum,” he said.

Emily nodded and hugged him close. “I know, hun.”

“Let’s do it now, come on, come with me,” she said.

By the time Emily and Mark reappeared in the living room, Maggie was sitting on the small sofa with Angela and Matt was reclined on the larger sofa reading a book.

“We have something to tell you,” Emily marched into the centre of the room, “A confession,” she added. Emily clocked the smile on Angela’s face and winked in her direction.

“I’m fucking my son and daughter,” she announced. “That’s why we are here because Darren caught us at it and was disgusted and suggested we part. He wanted to have nothing to do with us. ”

The room fell eerily silent. Matt and Maggie looked at each other and then back to Emily and Mark who had by then started to hold hands.

“We just couldn’t help it,” Emily added.

The situation turned raunchy in no time.

“Does that mean I have to share you, Mum,” said Mark, both his hands enveloped his mother and cupped her breasts. Matt sat on the sofa watching them get intimate. Maggie let the meaning behind his words sink in. Mark knew about them too.

“I’m afraid it does, hun,” Emily nodded, “Very much so.”

“It’s ok grandma, you’ve got me all to yourself,” Angela winked at Maggie while sliding her hand along her thigh. “Mum’s told me all about you.”

Maggie looked at Emily, their eyes met briefly and Emily left her with a wink. Maggie let her thighs part ever so slightly. The last thing she wanted was for there to be any resistance to her granddaughter’s fingers reaching their goal. Her gaze was fixed on Emily and Mark and her heartbeat was sky high.

“Strip,” Emily told her father.

Emily’s top was removed by Mark, he unclipped her bra to release his mother’s gorgeous breasts and proceeded to lower her skirt to the floor. Unsurprisingly there were no knickers that needed to be removed. His hands were back on his mother’s breasts squeezing them and offering them up to his grandad.

Matt removed his clothes as quickly as possible and sat back on the sofa with a raging hard-on to be proud of. Emily’s lustful stare fucked him without even touching him. Her eyes were manic and in need of her father’s cock. It wasn’t the dick itself it was because it was her father's, just like it had been her son’s for the past three years. The reason why her husband’s cock never satisfied her suddenly became apparent. It wasn’t taboo.

Angela couldn’t help but stare at her mother and grandfather while her fingers had reached Maggie’s panties. She pressed her finger against them making them wetter. Her lips snaked along her grandmother’s neck planting little kisses before their mouths met in a flurry of activity. Angela moved rapidly on top of Maggie. The passionate kisses were like an unstoppable tsunami and Anglea’s hands massaged and squeezed Maggie’s beautiful breasts that she had lusted over as soon as they met.

Mark’s hand pushed his mother’s bottom towards her father. She straddled him, grasped his cock, and guided it into her. Mark turned around to see his sister making out on the sofa and turned back to his mother. With her father’s cock inside her she rode him while Mark fondled her backside giving it a few slaps of his hand for good measure.

Angela slipped to the floor, her hands were up Maggie’s skirt and she effortlessly pulled her panties to the floor, her thighs were spread and the eager youngster’s mouth found itself lapping at a juicy cunt that she had fantasised about since entering the house. Maggie watched the little minx devour her pussy with wild abandonment.

Matt’s cock found itself higher in his daughter’s cunt than it had ever been. It must have been the situation. Watching his wife from over Emily’s shoulder seemed out of this world, and it didn’t take Maggie long to find herself in an orgasmic haze. Angela must be a practised pussy licker, he thought. Emily pushed her bottom onto and off her father’s cock. While on the brink of orgasm, she turned to her son. A desperate plea for his dick to fill her mouth was written all over her face. Mark presented his cock for her to suck on while she took her father’s seed inside. It was sheer bliss to have her father cum inside her once more. Emily climaxed and rolled off her father only to have her impatient son impale her needy and juicy cunt. Mark fucked his cock into her, taking her on another journey over another cliff. As far as Emily was concerned there were never enough cliff faces to fall over.

Matt stared at Angela’s young slit. Her eagerness to please his wife was evident by the way she worked her lips on Maggie’s clit and yet he couldn’t help himself.

Matt tapped Angela on the shoulder, causing her to relinquish the hold of her lips on his wife’s clit.

“Have you never, ever, had cock?” Matt asked his granddaughter. It seemed the right question to ask.

Angela shook her head. Maggie’s hand attempted to put Angela’s face back on her twat but Matt stopped her.

“Because you’re pussy is crying out for cock from where I’m standing.”

“Is it?” Angela replied with a smirk covering her face.

Her grandfather nodded.

“Better fuck it then,” she replied.

Matt couldn’t believe his ears, he was expecting rejection because, after all, she was a self-confessed lesbian. Within moments of him entering her, Angela felt a surge of emotions and immeasurable pleasure flow through her body. Nothing before had felt like this. It was so different.

“Oh fuck! This is wonderful. Mum, I’m having my first cock and it’s grandad’s.”

“Does that mean I can now fuck you too, sis?” Mark said, “I’d love to get into your juicy cunt right after I’ve had mum.”

His mother was on all fours on the sofa and Mark was pounding into her juicy hole. His firm hands on her hips, her breasts squashed against the arm of the sofa and her head hanging over it. Every thrust sent her hurling closer to the floor beyond. Her father had also started to pound Angela’s pussy with gusto.

“Please,” said Maggie, “Keep some for me.”

Mark exploded in his mother’s pussy. He pulled her hips tight to his body and pulsed his cock a few times letting the creamy juice spurt into her.

“Grandma, come over here,” Mark shouted.

Maggie prised herself from Angela’s lips and hooked her legs over their bodies. She rushed to the other sofa and took up residence on the other arm. Her grandson’s cock felt alive, full of life, hard as fuck and long with it. She nearly passed out on it entering her silky cavity. Shaking her head from side to side she couldn’t believe the raunchiness of fucking her grandson. He was balls-deep in her, giving her his cock and making her feel so good in the process.

Matt managed to pull out of his granddaughter in time, reasoning that she wouldn’t be on the pill and that his having one son by his daughter was enough. She had enough presence of mind to turn around quickly to take his spunk over her tiny tits and face. The taste was exploratory at best and she wondered if she would ever get to like the taste of spunk and maybe one day take a full mouthful.

Emily sat on the sofa watching her son and mother rut like teenagers. She hadn’t seen her mother enjoy the fuck so much in a long time. She could tell they were both loving the experience. She felt a little left out, she wanted to lick her mother’s clit while she got fucked or plaster her pussy over her daughter’s face, but everyone was in the process of coming to the end of their sexual exploration. Her mother was the last to climax. Not from the first one, but from several.

Everyone seemed to find a seat while puffing and panting. Their gazes wandered from person to person, across the three different generations. Hands continued to stroke cocks and thighs and breasts.

“Well, you can stay here as long as you want to,” announced Matt, looking at Emily while Angela tugged his cock with slow, sensual strokes.

“That’s a fact,” added Maggie. “There’s no rush for you to go anywhere, anytime soon. Except bed.”

“What a fucking family we are,” added Emily with a grin.

It was the truth and the truth was that they wouldn’t be here now if she hadn’t caught her father wanking when she was younger and dropped to her knees to suck his cock when she was found listening at the bedroom door.

They wouldn’t be in this position had Emily’s son not caught her masturbating with her father on a video call, and Angela wouldn’t have been involved if Mark hadn’t told her about his mother and grandad. It was her son, after two years, that pulled her up on her actions and told her straight, that the man from the internet was no stranger. He was right of course. Though, Emily hadn’t realised that he told her solely because he wanted to fuck her. It was a no-brainer as far as she was concerned. The exhilaration she found from fucking her son was better than fucking her father. When Angela had turned sixteen she wanted in on the act, but only with her mother. And besides why lie to her son and daughter about what she did as an adult?

Emily dreamily stroked her breast and flicked her nipple. Thoughts that three generations of raunchy and kinky people enjoyed their bodies and minds and had the good fortune to do whatever they wanted, with anyone they wanted to. It was a world apart from most people’s experiences, a taboo world apart at that, and yet, at that moment, she couldn’t have been happier.