My Little Medicine

My little medicine

It was early in the afternoon when I rolled up the driveway and parked the dented old rental in front of the garage. Ordinarily I wouldn’t be coming home at this hour, and this time it wasn’t exactly by choice either. Earlier today, while I was on my way to one of my clients, my brand-new 50,000 dollar piece-of-junk car had broken down. I had barely managed to steer my prized possession onto the shoulder of the road before its engine stalled with a big puff of smoke and an alarming number of blinking red lights lit up the dash.

Not ready to be defeated by an inanimate piece of technology, I popped the hood and looked inside. Just a single glance at all the plastic under the hood made me instantly lose all hope. This wasn’t a motor; this abomination was the love-child of a computer and a kitchen blender. I wouldn’t even know where to start looking for the problem, let alone mend it. I really missed the old days, when you could fix any problem with the right tap of a hammer or turn of a screw. Instead of attempting to repair my car myself, I pulled out my phone and called for help. After a long wait by the side of the road, the towing service finally showed up and dropped me and my car off at the dealership.

Half an hour later, I was sipping one of the worst cups of instant coffee in human history, while one of the mechanics hooked up his laptop to my car. I watched in disgust how his immaculately clean fingers started dancing on the keyboard as he investigated the problem. It didn’t take him long to find what he was looking for and then he informed me of what I already knew: my brand new car was in need of a lot of expensive and time-consuming repair. There were several parts that needed to be replaced and these had to be ordered first, so there was no way they could get it running again while I waited.

The dealership kindly offered me a free rental, to use while they went about fixing my car over the next few days. The rental was a dented old wreck of a car, but it had a working engine, and that was more than I could say about mine. Though I didn’t like it, it was my only choice. As my day was ruined anyway, I decided to have my secretary reschedule the rest of the appointments and go home. I accepted the offer and then I hit the road in the rusty clunker. Two minutes into my way home, I discovered that the AC in the rental had ceased working and with outside temperatures creeping towards one hundred degrees, the heat quickly became uncomfortable, and then unbearable. The last fifteen minutes were pure torture.

As I entered the home via the garage, it appeared there was nobody home. I yelled out to anyone upstairs, but I got no reaction. Maybe Charlotte was visiting her friends, or perhaps she was off on one of her shopping sprees. Who knows where the kids might be. Figuring I was all alone, I went into the kitchen and thought about how I might spend this unforeseen free afternoon. I grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge and emptied it in one large swig. The fresh, ice-cold beer was just what I needed, and I was beginning to feel a bit like a human being again.

I was thinking I’d first open another beer and take a cold shower, and then later I’d fire up the old grill in the backyard and roast the two trout I had caught las weekend. It’d make a nice surprise for when my wife came home. As I took a glance out of the window to see if I dared to go out in the sun again, I discovered that I wasn’t home alone after all. Both my wife and son were out in our secluded back yard, lazing by the pool. I should have known; they couldn’t get enough of this heat. No sane person would go outside if they had a choice, but they absolutely loved it. I tapped the window and waved hello, but they didn’t hear or see me.

I decided to take that shower first and put on a new set of clothes, and then say hi to my family in the back yard. And maybe, I might grill those fishes anyway.

I drank another sip of beer and went upstairs to the bathroom. I tossed my sweat-stained dress shirt and trousers into the hamper, stepped out of my underwear and into the shower. To feel the cool water splash on my skin and wash the sweat and dust away was heavenly. A few minutes later I emerged from the shower refreshed and feeling like a new man. I dried off, tied the towel around my waist and strolled to my bedroom.

As I pushed open the door, I was surprised to see my daughter standing by the bedroom window. She hadn’t seen me enter the room, as she was looking out the window with her back towards me. The way she was standing there in the sunlight, framed by the walls and the gauze curtains made an awful pretty picture and I had to take a moment to look and admire my beautiful teenaged daughter.

Jody was wearing a short, flowery sundress that at one time belonged to her mother. I had to admit; Charlotte’s old dress suited her really nicely. Over the last few years our daughter had grown into a beautiful young woman; her body had filled out in all the right places and given her a figure that strongly reminded me of her mother when she was twenty years younger. The dress she was wearing fit her perfectly and subtly accentuated the graceful lines of her blossoming figure. Adding to that was the way she was leaning slightly forward, which made her pert bottom stick out in an innocent, yet incredibly seductive manner. It was a view that made me glad to be a man, and proud to be her father.

I walked up to my daughter, to greet her and ask what she was doing here, but the view out of my window had her so engrossed that she didn’t notice me. Even when I was standing right behind her, she was still unaware of my presence. Curious about what might have had her so absorbed, I cast a glance over her shoulder. The view out of the bedroom window was that of the pool area, where Charlotte and Nick were relaxing. My wife was still stretched out on her lounger, reading a magazine and sipping a fruity drink, while our son was floating in the pool.

Jody was holding her phone in her hand and it looked as if she was making a video of her family relaxing in the garden. I was about to give my daughter a lecture about spying on her loved ones, when Nick called out to his mother. My wife lowered her magazine and said something back to him, after which our son disappeared beneath the water.

When he resurfaced a second or two later, he was holding something in his hand and threw it onto the lawn. Before I could see what it was, he rolled onto his back and let his body float to the surface. He was no longer wearing his swimming trunks and he was sporting a huge erection. He called out to his mother again, his big cock pointing straight up like a mast on a ship. While there was no strict taboo surrounding nudity in our household, flaunting a hardon like this was definitely not considered normal behavior. Neither was Charlotte’s response, for that matter. My wife dropped her magazine and gave him a sly smile. They exchanged another few words and then she got up from the lounger, ceremoniously untied her bikini top and tossed it on the ground next to her sunbed. Wearing nothing but her tiny bikini bottoms, she walked towards the pool, her big, juicy breasts bouncing and hips swaying seductively with every step. As she reached the pool, she crouched and beckoned our son to come closer.

I watched how Nick swam towards his mother, jumped up from the water and sat down on the edge of the deck. With his feet dangling in the pool, he leaned back on his elbows, and proudly offered his erection to my wife. Displaying an utter disregard of all parenting rules, Charlotte reached out and took his swollen member in her hand. Moving her hand up and down his shaft, she then began to masturbate him. Nick was in no way shocked or even surprised by his mother’s actions. If anything, he was encouraging her to go on. They exchanged a few more words and then she bent all the way over and wrapped her lips around Nick’s swollen cock.

I watched in amazement how my wife proceeded to fellate our son. Her head was bobbing up and down as she repeatedly sucked his erect penis into her mouth. I could see her swallow and let the shaft slide all the way down her throat until her lips touched his pubes. It was a while since I had seen her do that, and I had forgotten how easily she could swallow even a large cock like Nick’s all the way. My wife really loves pleasing her men and the things she could do with her mouth were truly amazing. The blissful expression on my son’s face told me that her skills hadn’t faded a bit.

I was totally taken in by the lascivious spectacle and had almost forgotten about my daughter. As I was leaning against the window to get the best possible view of the pool area, Jody finally became aware of my presence. She looked up and I felt her shrink as she saw me. She knew I had caught her snooping on her mother’s incestuous infidelity, and she probably feared my reaction. With me standing directly behind her and my hands placed on the window on either side of her, there was nowhere for her to run. She quickly put away her phone, averted her gaze and quietly watched the illicit show in the garden, too scared to talk.

She was a good girl. I’d comfort her later, but first I had to watch this.

After enjoying his mother’s oral skills for a while, Nick slowly and covertly reached for Charlotte’s shoulder and then suddenly yanked her forward. I could hear a squeal of surprise as my wife lost her balance and plunged headfirst into the pool, pulling our son along with her. She was laughing as they surfaced and flung an armful of water at the mischievous boy. Then she threw herself at him and tried to dunk him. Nick effortlessly resisted her attack, as he was easily twice as big as his mother. He could have ended the wrestling match in two seconds if he wanted to, but he didn’t. After watching them horse around for some time, I noticed a piece of fabric floating in the water. As there was only one article of clothing left between the two of them, it could only be one thing: Charlotte’s tiny bikini bottoms.

My wife, who only seconds ago was sucking our son’s cock, was now wrestling naked with him in the pool. Before long, their horseplay slowed down and their faces came closer together. As they turned around, I saw they were kissing lustfully, with their mouths open and lots of tongue play. Then, as the churning water calmed down a bit, I saw that Nick had his hands on her bare ass, supporting her while she had her legs wrapped around his waist and was slowly grinding her crotch against his. It didn’t look like they were having sex already, but it was obvious that penetration would occur sooner or later. What I was looking at was foreplay at its finest, beautiful in its depravity.

As if to confirm my conclusions, Charlotte reached between their bodies, raised herself a little, and then slowly pressed her pelvis down against his. She tilted her head up at the sky and I could see that look of bliss on her face as her pussy was being penetrated. A moment later my wife and son began to move again. Her arms were clasped around Nick’s neck, but she had relaxed her legs around his waist, allowing more room for him to move his hips back and forth. They started off slowly, but soon the water was churning like before as Nick vigorously fucked his mother’s pussy. My wife had always been a highly sexual woman and she used to come easily during intercourse. This time was no exception. In less than a minute after she impaled herself on our son’s cock, Charlotte was about to cum. She pressed her mouth against his shoulder to prevent herself from screaming out loud as her body shuddered and shook from a powerful orgasm.

While Charlotte was still reeling from her first climax, Nick carried her towards the shallow end of the pool and sat her down on the edge of the deck. He let his cock slip from her snug hole and kissed his way down from her cherry red lips to her big round breasts and from there to her inflamed pussy. My wife readily spread her legs for him and he dove between them.

My wife loves to have her pussy eaten and I love to lick her just as much. It appeared I wasn’t the only one in our house. Nick was licking her pussy with passion and was pushing his fingers into her at the same time. Despite the great job he was doing, I could see the hunger for her son’s cock was too great for her to fully enjoy his oral attentions.