Tim Peterson - First time for daughter

"This must be the swimming hole," Beth remarked, surveying the tranquil, pool-like section of the stream.

"Sounds reasonable," Buddy replied.

"When I was a girl, I'd go skinny dipping at a place like this as often as I could. With my sister."

"Aunt Blanche?"

"Yes?" Still sitting on their horses, she regarded him. "Do I shock you?"

"Somehow I can't picture either of you ever skinny-dipping."

"You have no imagination."

He blushed. He was a quiet sort of guy, ten months younger than Lisa. Lately though, he had been quieter than usual. When he did speak it was in a disinterested, distracted sort of way, as if he had a lot on his mind.

"Do you have to stare?" he asked without having to look at her.

"Not if it bothers you. Mothers can't always help themselves."

He was readily contrite. "No hard feelings. I'm just…"

"Touchy."

"Yeah. Touchy."

"I've noticed. That's why you're here. To get away from it all. Relax. Have some fun."

"Fun? What's that?"

"You really don't have any imagination, do you?"

"Aw, Mom," he lamented. "Not to worry. I'll get you out of that shell."

"Oh?"

She leaned closer, in conspiratorial style. "How about we give the old swimming hole a try?"

"In our clothes?"

"There you go again," she admonished. "You're not talking about skinny-dipping?" he said nervously.

"Hey!" Beth rejoiced. "Now you're getting it."

"But," he protested, "we can't."

"You think maybe I don't know what's good for you or something?" she half-teased.

"For Pete's sake," he complained. "Listen," Beth soothed, "it wasn't a big deal for me or Blanche, and it shouldn't be for us. Just a little innocent fun, that's all."

Her conviction filtered through to him, she could tell. He appeared to begin to mull it over.

Finally, he said: "Yeah?"

"Yeah," she promised, and she swung down from her horse. She started toward the water's edge, turning to face him as she continued moving backwards. He appeared hesitant.

"I'm going for it, Buddy," she said. "You might as well join me."

She was pulling the tail of her shirt from her jeans and was beginning to unbutton. She turned and continued on her way, stripping off the shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra.

Since waking up that morning, she had been thinking about taking advantage of this secluded time along with Buddy. Why couldn't she do for him what Matt was doing for Lisa? Why shouldn't she? And the more thought she gave it, the more tempted she was to seduce her own son. It had the potential for genuine pleasure, for both of them, and he did seem to need something to break him out of his shell.

But even now Beth wasn't sure that she would go through with it. There were a few signs that hadn't shown themselves just yet. So she would have to play it by ear, and whatever was meant to happen would happen.

Without turning around, she pulled off her boots, got out of pants and panties. She head the creak of saddle leather as Buddy stepped down, also heard the rustle of his clothes.

Beth didn't wait for him. She jogged into the water and dived forward and came up swimming. In seconds, she reached the far side of the natural pool and had to turn and start back. In doing that she caught a glimpse of her son wading into the water.

He could have been Matt at that age, the resemblance was so close, though Buddy was definitely more slender. His dangling cock wasn't exactly bashful either – not hard and full, but not in full reserve, either.

He dove in and took up a lazy stroke, angling somewhat away from her. Beth immediately went after him, ducking under the surface before he could notice. She came up behind him, grabbed an ankle and yanked him under.

As she went up for air, they were pretty close together. He popped up, sputtering, almost within arm's reach.

"Got yah!" she taunted brightly.

He promptly whipped his hand across the surface and splashed her face. "Got you!"

They got into a splashing skirmish, ending with Beth rising up getting her hands on Buddy's shoulders and pushing him under. She started swimming away and, to her encouragement, he gave chase.

In that brief moment before he went under, her wet tits were unabashedly exposed to him.

There was no telling how much he saw as she kicked away from him, or when he caught up and managed to drag her under the surface, or as she retaliated and their frolic continued. Eventually he forgot himself completely, and they wound up wrestling their way toward shore.

Beth got away and climbed out of the water, pausing knee-deep to catch her breath.

Calmly, Buddy came up out of the water and joined her, hands on knees. As he straightened up, she impetuously gave him a shove and he fell back in. He jumped back to his feet with more spirit than she'd seen in him in some time.

"Damn it woman, you're mean," he said.

"Not when you get to know me," Beth said, and she turned and strolled up onto the beach. She was feeling a strange mixture of calm and anticipation.

It's going to happen, she thought. I'm going to fuck my son!

Lisa kissed her way up her father's body from his cock and eased back a step. She caught the bottom of her T-shirt and began to slowly peel it up her body.

"Trying to give the hots to your old man?" Matt said with a grin.

"I'm doing it, too."

"Bold little witch."

She drew the snug covering up over her bared tits and paused to play her hands back down and under the beautifully coned tit-globes. Cradling her tit-flesh in each hand, she lifted them slightly and applied slight squeezes.

"Exquisite," Matt commented.

"Touch them."

His hands rose as he eased a bit closer, the fingers giving a tremble before making contact. A rush went through Lisa as her father began to touch her jutting tits, and she felt like she was about to lift off the ground.

She couldn't remain oblivious to the fact that he was her father any longer. But she had no second thoughts. Neither of them could have thought of anywhere they would rather have been just then.

In fact, that Matt was her father added to her excitement, and it made for some pretty heady stuff. She was getting her first taste of the natural and the forbidden at the same time – a lot for one girl to take in. Especially when the man was such a dreamboat. No wonder she felt like lifting off the ground and floating on air.

Matt plucked knowingly at the stiffening peaks of his daughter's flaunted tits, felt the wanton responses, and wanted more. He grasped the flimsy T-shirt and lifted it over her head.

"Ooooh, feel like taking charge, huh?" Lisa said impudently.

"You don't miss a thing, do you?"

"You're pretty sharp, yourself. You could show a girl a real good time if she'd let you."

"You gonna let me, hot stuff?"

She smiled widely, couldn't help but be pleased and thrilled and all those good things. She was bringing out the real man in him. Terribly flattering. And she felt a fine edge on her anticipation.

"Yeah, stud. I'm gonna let you. You can do what you want with me. I know it'll be good."

He eased closer, settling onto his knees. Lisa's breath almost caught in her throat. At long last she was going to go all the way with a man. And she couldn't have felt safer or more secure or in better hands. She was ready. More than ready. She wanted it bad.

Matt leaned forward and nuzzled his face into the bounty of his daughter's tits. His kisses made her squirm with delight, and she pressed her masses of tit-flesh at his mouth.

The tip of his tongue trailed up to a fat peak and circled the erecting nub of nipple-flesh with soft, wet friction. His lips puckered and caught the nipple in a wicked squeeze.

Meanwhile his hands had lowered to her shorts. Drawing them open as he shifted to her other tit, Matt peeled them from her hips and ass – her bare ass, as she wasn't wearing panties. He left them about her ankles as his hands breezed slowly back up her smooth-skinned legs to her jutting ass.