How I Spent My Summer Vacation Ch. 01

This story is a work a fiction, and the characters are completely fictional. If you are offended by such themes as incest, or graphic sex, or are underage you should avoid reading any further.

If you aren't familiar with the story The Man of the House, I'd suggest reading that one first, because it will help you know who all the naked people are at the beginning of this story. I'm planning on this being a multi-chapter story, so new chapters will be going up every one to two weeks.

I'd like to thank RMDexter for encouraging me to finish this story and to post it on Literotica. He also provided some of his time for proofreading, and plot suggestions. (If there are any spelling or grammatical errors please be aware they are my fault and not his.)

As always, any comments are greatly appreciated, and I hope you enjoy the story.

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I let the phone call flip over to voice mail. There was no way in hell I was answering the phone right now. I heard the message start.

"Hello Robbie, this is Harold, your father." You had to hand it to my old man—he made sure to clarify that, so I wouldn't confuse him with the vast legion of other middle aged men in my life named Harold.

"I just want you to know I'll be home on Monday, and I expect my Porsche to be waxed when I get home. Oh, and try to do a better job this time. I found dried wax by the rear wheels the last time I came home. That can damage the car's finish. Jesus Robbie, would it kill you to be even slightly responsible?

Also, mow the front and back lawn, and clean out the gutters. You know what? Never mind the yard work. Just try to have the car done right when I get home. We'll start with something simple, and you can work your way to to more complex tasks.

I honestly don't understand you,Robbie; there are plenty of boys who would kill to be in your situation." The message clicked off.

Well, my dear old dad had that last part right. I'm sure just about every 18 year old boy in America would have killed to be in the situation I was in at that given moment.

In fact the situation I was in was so good I hadn't even bothered to open my eyes for my dad's message, I was too busy enjoying some amazing sensations.

There was an audible pop from around where my belt buckle should have been, as a pouty pair of lips slipped of the mushroom head of my rock hard prick, and those sweet sensations came to an end. I opened one eye.

"I can't believe that fat, little bastard didn't even congratulate you for graduating from high school today." My step-mother Danielle said as she crouched on her knees between my legs, holding my exposed cock in her hand.

"I mean how many boys get a full football scholarship to State?"

I looked down at my step-mom, a hot 40-something redhead with blonde highlights from the stylist to take out the gray that was creeping in. She was something to look at, with all the right curves in all the right places. The emerald green tank dress she was wearing showed off the miles of deep tanned cleavage of her huge breasts, and the bottom of it just barely skimmed her still amazingly tight ass.

"Well I'm sure he's got a lot on his mind," I said with a contented sigh as I stroked her hair. Like I cared about my dad—the bastard had left me and my real mom when I was 13. I hadn't heard from the guy once in five years until he decided he needed me to fill out his little ersatz family earlier this year.

"Mmmmm, well he's not half the man you are, baby," my step-mom said with a horny giggle as she slowly worked her tongue up and down the long hard shaft of my cock, like it was the world's juiciest lollipop.

"And still I've always admired his taste in women," I said with a smirky grin as I watched my father's wife take first one of my huge over-sized testicles in her mouth, and then the other one.

"That guy might know a pretty woman when he sees one, but you're the man who knows what to do with one when you catch her," Danielle said with a saucy wink as she moved up to cover the head of my rock-hard prick with tiny butterfly kisses.

"God, I love this big fucking cock!" Danielle announced, and then with a hungry moan shoved my entire cock down her throat.

Whatever semi-clever thing I had been planning on saying died on my lips, and was replaced by a low lusty groan. My step-mom was the only woman I had ever met who could deep-throat my cock. A pretty impressive feat when you considered that when my cock was fully erect the tip of the big mushroom head almost touched my sternum.

Actually whenever she did this, I couldn't think of anything besides the incredible feeling of having every inch of my dick massaged by her mouth and throat.

I vaguely heard the front door open and close, and the click, click, click of high heels walking down our long tile entry hall.

"Wow, that looks like fun. Can I play too?" I looked up at my 18-year-old step-sister.

Stacy was standing in the doorway of our family room. Stacy was a younger looking version of her mother, with naturally red hair, slightly smaller boobs, and a tighter body than the woman who had brought her into the world.

Not surprisingly I didn't have a problem with that, but then again how many men would have a problem with a hot mommy-daughter pair fighting over his cock? Sadly this situation didn't come about as Danielle pulled my cock out of her mouth again.

"Now Stacy, you just got a complete makeover for graduation tonight, and you know how much Robbie cums. I don't want your makeup getting messed up before the ceremony," Danielle said as sternly as any mother could say in the middle of sucking off a big teenage cock.

"Oh, and you just happen to get Robbie's cock all to yourself? God, you are such a slut!" Stacy said, stomping her foot.

"Hey, don't talk to your mother that way!" I found myself snapping, which was kind of ridiculous, because Danielle would be the first to admit she was a slut of biblical proportions. "Keep that shit up, and I will paddle your ass again," I promised my bratty step-sister.

"Oh like that will do any good," Danielle teased. "She was moaning like a little whore when you did it the other night."

"Mom!" Stacy wailed.

"Please, honey, just until we take pictures after the ceremony. You can suck Robbie's cock on the way to the restaurant for dinner," Danielle said, trying to placate her little girl. Then she added something mysterious.

"Besides, you want to look your best for Robbie's surprise," she said to her daughter.

Stacy stood there balanced up on four inch come-fuck-me pumps weighing what her mom said. Finally after a long while she grunted "Fine," and walked huffily out of the room.

"What's this about a surprise?" I asked Danielle who had started rubbing my cock all over her face.

"If I told you, then it would stop being a surprise," Danielle said with a giggle. Before I could press her for more details, she began sucking my cock in earnest, hollowing her cheeks out and rapidly moving her head up and down close to half of my cock.

I happened to glance up at the clock on the wall. If I was going to make it through my high school graduation without smelling like dirty illicit step-mommy sex, I was going to need to cum in the next few minutes so I could take a shower, and change my clothes. I stood up, my big, well muscled looming over Danielle as she continued to bob her head up and down on my throbbing cock.

"Yeah, that's it Mommy, suck that big cock." I snarled at Danielle, but I wasn't able to keep a faint grin off of my face.

Danielle looked up at me while my cock slide easily in and out of her plump scarlet lips, her eyes dancing, as she moaned lustily around my cock. Danielle pulled my cock from her mouth and started rubbing over her face.

"Yeah baby, Mommy loves this big fucking cock. Give it to me baby, feed Mommy your hot sticky cum. Mommy is so hungry."

Danielle had a big grin on her face as she said this, and so did I. This slutty mommy bit was a recent addition to our sex routine. Even though we weren't really related, the whole thing made whatever sex act we were doing, just a bit more depraved and perverted, or as Danielle and I liked to this of it, more fun.

Danielle's face was now smeared with my pre-cum and her spit, and I knew just how to treat that sort of a mommy. I pushed my cock back into her mouth and wrapped my big hands around her head. I started pumping my cock in and out of Danielle's greedy mouth. Danielle was easily taking more and more of my cock as I fucked her mouth harder, faster, and deeper.

"Yeah, take it Mommy, take it all. Let your big strong son fuck his cock down his mommy's hot throat."

Danielle gave me a saucy wink as my cock made her cheeks bulge.

My cock was jackhammering her mouth, going so fast and so deep, my big balls were slapping against her chin. Danielle was whimpering and moaning around my big cock, and the vibrations were too much. I could feel my balls start to tighten.

"Here it comes Mommy, get ready for your son's cream." I said through gritted teeth trying to hold out just a little bit longer.

Danielle moaned even louder, and I winced as her nails dug into my ass to pull me in even closer, so she could get skull fucked with every inch of my big teen aged cock.

It was too much I couldn't have held out another second, even if I had wanted to. I felt the cum explode out of the end of my cock and into my step-mother's cum hungry mouth.

"Oh Fuck! I'm cumming Mommy!" I grunted as my cock kept spewing my thick potent teen baby batter, which Danielle was gulping down like it was the nectar of the gods.

After three or four more ropes of cum flooded Danielle's mouth I was spent, but Danielle kept a tight seal on my cock as she sucked and teased every drop of my seed out of me. Finally when she was sure fun time was over, Danielle let my softening cock slip out from between her bee stung lips. She gave my cock another nasty kiss, and looked up at me.

"Did Mommy, make her sexy boy feel better?" She asked me in a breathless whisper.

I just grabbed her hair and yanked her head back so I could give her a long hard open mouthed kiss. After a long moment, Danielle pulled away and looked up at me.

"Okay baby, time to get dressed for school."

Danielle's dirty mommy talk was already getting my cock hard again, but I knew she was right, so I helped her to her feet, so we could get cleaned up for the night's festivities.

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We got back from dinner at close to 9:00. Graduation had been nice but utterly forgettable. I got along well enough with everyone at school, but hadn't made any really close friends. Of course, having sluts for a step-mom and a step-sister meant I didn't spend a lot of time interacting with my peers.

Anyway, I got a piece of paper that entitled me to make 40% less than a college graduate, shook a few hands, and that part of my life was over.

Danielle was as good as her word, and Stacy rode inn the back seat with me to the restaurant, and my cock was out of my pants almost as soon as we cleared the parking lot.

Still Danielle was pretty crafty, and must have run a couple of red lights, because before you knew it, we were pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant where we were having dinner before I got a chance to cum.

Dinner was pretty much a blur. I'm pretty sure I had a steak, and that I liked it, but aside from that I don't really remember anything about the food of that meal. You see Danielle had arranged for us to get a very private booth in the back with me sitting between my step-sister and her mother. This meant at least one of their hands was running nimbly over my cock, while stocking-clad feet stroked along my legs under the table at all times. Add to that, the fact that they also spent most of the meal whispering the most filthy things into my ear, and well, I'm hoping you can now understand the reason for my incomplete restaurant review.

By the time we'd finished dessert and paid the check, my cock felt like it was ready to rip its way out of my pants. We exited the building pretty quickly, and got back into the family sedan.

Stacy was riding with me in the back seat again, and I was all over her. Pawing at her breasts, tweaking her nipples and working my big hand into those wispy little panties she was wearing. Stacy was obviously just as horny as her step-brother. That smooth little pussy of hers was like a swamp, and she was moaning like a bitch in heat around my mouth the entire trip home.

We did finally make it home, and when the car pulled up into the garage without incident, I was completely ready for sex. I was in a rut, like a wild animal. If Danielle had joined Stacy and me in the backseat of the car I would have been happy. Hell, by that point in the evening I would have fucked those two sexy minxes on the front lawn of our local church.

Somehow my two women were able to get me to come inside. Once Danielle mentioned my surprise, Stacy had slithered out from underneath me, and before I knew it, both of them had darted into the house giggling as they went.

My cock was so hard and my pants were so tight that it was pretty much impossible for me to walk standing up. I hobbled into the house doubled over like I was looking for loose change along the way. My two sluts were nowhere to be seen. I made it as far as the stairs before Danielle called out to me.

"Don't come upstairs, baby. We'll come down for you in just a minute. Just make yourself comfortable in the living room, stud," Danielle yelled down to me. This was followed by more giggling and the sound of footsteps running down to my folks' bedroom.

By this point, my curiosity was aroused, and I decided to play along with whatever my girls had planned. I made my way into the living room. I could have got myself a beer. Thanks to Danielle, my favorite kind was in every refrigerator in the house (which my sharp-as-a- tack dad never noticed), but what with graduating and all I decided to be a little more grown up tonight, and poured myself a glass of that good scotch, that as far as I could tell, my dad had only ever offered to the company CEO when he came over to dinner that one night.

I didn't and still really don't know the first thing about good scotch, or bad scotch, but I did have enough common sense not to pour it over ice, or cut it with water, or God forbid mix it with coke. This stuff was the real deal, so I poured just a little bit into a tumbler and settled down on the big overstuffed leather sofa.

I took a small baby sip. At first there was kind of that bitter mediciny taste which is why I normally avoided hard liquor, but then it tasted, well pretty complex, and that flush of warmth through my chest at the end was an interesting sensation. I realized that once I got past that medicine taste, expensive scotch might be a pretty fun bad habit to pick up.

So I was just sitting there, minding my own business and starting to decide that even if I didn't like scotch now I could see myself liking it sometime in the future, when things started to get really good.

The lights in my part of the room dimmed, making it like I was in the audience for a floor show. Then some pulsating techno beat started thumping out of our family's surround-sound system, and do you remember how I told you things got really good? Because this was the exact fucking moment that things got really fucking good.

My step-mother and step-sister stepped out in front of me in matching slutty schoolgirl outfits. Tiny micro red plaid miniskirts that barely covered their pussies, let alone those two round bottoms of theirs. White halter tops had their firm ripe tits pushed up and on display, and sheer white thigh high stockings to match their tops.

Some might have thought the frilly little ankle socks they were wearing would be overkill with the stockings, but those people would be morons. Add to that the fact both women were perched up on what had to be at least five inch black Mary Jane platform shoes, and they were just about the ultimate male fantasy come to life.

Actually, the fact that my asshole dad's wife and his stepdaughter were obviously about to do a strip show for me, the ultimate fantasy come to life, and the super slutty outfits were just a bonus.

I was so excited that my teeny tiny baby sip of expensive scotch went dribbling all over my shirt.

Stacy came strutting into the room first, which made sense. My sister had been cheer leading since junior high, and taking dance classes since pretty much right about the time she started walking. So when it came to the actual dancing part of the night's festivities she was the natural one to do all the spins, kicks, and of course, the splits.

Not that Danielle was a terrible dancer, I think she could have made the average stripper think about looking for a new place to work (and that's just on her dancing ability). It's just that Stacy was a great dancer, that's all.

They both moved into the center of the room like they owned it, their hips rocking from side to side, and their round firm titties bouncing with each step. When they got in front of me, they did this little sort of dance fight thing that ended with Danielle tearing her daughter's top off of her body, exposing those sweet high-riding tits and Stacy's already pebble-like little nipples to my hungry gaze.

Danielle pushed Stacy out in front of her and cupped her daughter's boobs pushing them together, allowing me to inspect the incredible cleavage she had made. Danielle's hands were all over her baby girl's body, rubbing and stroking the teenage girl as she nuzzled and licked at her long graceful neck.

Stacy was lost in the bliss of her mother's hands. Her head lolling back, eyes closed, and her hips kept undulating in time to the hard driving beat of the music.

Stacy may have been one of the biggest bitches in the history of our high school, a world class bathroom hog, and one of the worst brats I had ever come in contact with in my fairly short life, but at times like this even me, her 18-year-old step-brother, would admit she was one of the hottest little fuck toys to ever walk the face of the Earth.

Danielle's hands moved down to her daughter's hips, and she gave me an evil smile as she oh so slowly pulled down the zipper on Stacy's belt-like skirt. Danielle knelt behind her sexy young daughter, still smiling at me and looking me right in the eye, when without warning she yanked Stacy's skirt to the floor, leaving the little teenage slut wearing only a tiny white silk thong, and those big sexy stripper shoes.

Stacy didn't really seem to notice what was happening. She was still lost in her own little world, playing with her breasts as her hips went up and down, and around and around. Danielle gave her daughter a firm slap on her delectable heart-shaped ass that I could hear over the loud beat of the music. Stacy opened her eyes and looked at her mother, biting her lip. Danielle gave Stacy a gentle push in my direction, and got up behind her daughter to follow. It looked like we were about to begin the audience participation part of the night's festivities.

Stacy walked up to me, turned around and planted her sweet little butt right in the middle of my lap. My hands moved up to wrap around Stacy's hips, but her mom stopped me.

"Stripper rules tonight, baby. We touch you, but you can't touch us." She muttered in my ear and then she burst out giggling, "at least for right now, Daddy,"

I went along with her request. Hell, as horny as I was right then, I would have actually waxed my dad's car if she told me to.

My step-sister got the crack of her ass directly over my hard throbbing pants-covered cock and proceeded to grind feverishly against me.

"Hi Baby," Danielle whispered in my ear.