Swinging with her Parents

He blinked hard, knowing she was right again. "How did a smart girl like you wind up with a big dummy like me?"

"You've got a nice dick," she giggled, kissing him while sliding her hand between his legs and giving him a playful squeeze. "I do like how this feels."

"Play your cards right and I'll let you touch it later," he said, standing up. He still wasn't sure how far he could go with his daughter, but he felt better. "For now, I think I hear a buffet calling your name."

"I love buffets," she said, getting up and taking her turn in the shower.

George got dressed before heading back into the living room of their suite. He found Jena standing naked on the balcony while watching the sunset. "That's almost as pretty as you," he said, casually putting his arm around her waist. It was something he had done thousands of times. Her nakedness didn't change how good it felt to hold his daughter close.

"Are we okay?" she asked. Jena had inherited her mother's talent for being direct.

"We're perfect," George assured her, kissing her hair. "But I don't think they'll let you visit the buffet naked."

"I love buffets," she squealed before dancing to her bedroom. She took a quick shower before shimmying into her ultimate weapon, a sleeveless, little black dress that hugged her body tightly and barely covered her ass. She didn't bother with panties. Feeling nearly naked made her nipples hard. One way or another, she was getting laid tonight.

Mom had taken a similar approach. She wore a sheer top without a bra or a camisole beneath it. Jena stared as much at Mom's exposed tits as Dad. Mom's tight skirt was every bit as short and tight as Jena's. Wearing a huge smile on his face, Dad escorted them to the buffet where they drew lots of stares even though many other women had dressed as scantily as they had. "I think they can tell we're family," Jena said as she sat at their table.

"Is that a problem?" Mom asked.

"Not for me," she giggled. "I don't know any of these people." Jena felt giddy sitting in public with her parents while barely dressed. Most of the time, she ignored the longing stares she often attracted. Some days, she even dressed down because she would get tired of it. A girlfriend had once said she had "resting pleasant face" instead of a resting bitch face, claiming that made her look more approachable. She watched Dad as they ate, saw how he scanned the room and how his gaze always returned to them.

"I can't tell which one of you is attracting more stares," he noted.

"Mom and her tits," Jena said, smiling at the older woman. "You look good enough to eat."

"Don't tease," Mom laughed.

"I'm not," Jena said without laughing. She sipped at her drink. Dad had ordered her something called a Pineapple Mojito, a sugary sweet concoction made from fruit juice and rum. When she reached the bottom of it, he ordered her another. "Are you trying to get me drunk?"

"Just want you to have fun," he said.

After dinner, they visited one of the resort's nightclubs with lots of happy couples were already dancing and celebrating. They sat at a table with more drinks in front of them. The action on the dance floor looked crazy. Guys rubbed up against their dates, drying humping them in front of everyone. Girls did the same to each other. In the darker corners, the people making out groped each other. Jena was pretty sure she saw at least one couple fucking. "This is crazy!" she called over the loud music.

"Dance with me," Mom said, grabbing her hand and leading the way to the crowded dance floor. Once she hit the floor, she threw her arms over her head, gyrated to the beat and Jena watched her unbridled breasts swaying back and forth. Several people moved in for a better view.

"You are gorgeous," Jena called to her as the alcohol took hold. She had never seen her Mom look so happy.

"So are you," Mom called back, moving up close to Jena and caressing her chest. Others were just as open with their public displays of affection, but Jena didn't think anyone else was dancing with their Mom. Jena felt a pleasant surge as she leaned into her Mom's hands. A moment later, Jena grabbed at her Mom's tits while several people stared and a few cheered.

"Go for it!" a guy dancing next to them called as he watched their groping. He was grabbing the front of his shorts as if it was nothing.

"Oh-my-God, they look like mother and daughter," a woman told her partner. Jena guessed she was dancing with her husband, though how could she be sure? Either way, the man didn't seem to care as he continued to dry hump her while beaming a big smile at Jena and Margo.

Another woman danced closer, too. Her top was pulled down, baring her breasts. "Nice!" she said, admiring Mom's rack for a second before grabbing a handful of Margo's chest. "We should party!"

"Maybe later," Mom said, but not before caressing the woman's bare chest. Seeing Mom touching another woman's bare chest sent an aching shiver through Jena.

"That was hot as hell," she called out to her Mom.

Margo smiled broadly even as she realized Jena had never been surrounded by swingers. "That's how it works. If you see someone you like, you ask if they want to party."

"I want to party," Jena said, grabbing another handful of Mom's chest.

"Me too," Margo said, running her hand down her daughter's narrow waist before squeezing her ass. "Go get your Dad out here."

Jena nodded, leaving her Mom behind on the dance floor. There was a pretty woman standing behind Dad with her arms wrapped around him while she rubbed her chest against him. Jena felt a stab of jealousy. Did Mom know a woman was hitting on Dad? As Jena moved closer, the woman smiled at her without letting go of him. "She's hot. Is she with you?"

"Yes," Dad said, pulling Jena into his lap and surprising her a peck on the lips.

The woman's smile never faded as she asked, "Can I have a kiss, too?" She leaned farther over, pressing her lips against Jena's mouth before telling Dad, "She can come, too."

"We're good," Dad said.

"Your loss," the woman said. She kissed Dad on the cheek before leaving.

"Where's your Mom?"

"Still dancing," Jena said, noticing how Dad was looking at her chest. "Come dance with us!"

George drained his drink before following his daughter back into the cluster of gyrating bodies rubbing up against each other. He wasn't surprised when he found Margo in the middle of two men grinding against her. He shot her a smile before turning to dance with his daughter. He saw the shocked look on her face. "It's more fun watching her fucking." Jena's eyes went even wider.

"Really?" she asked, unsure how she felt about that. Dad emphatically nodded before exchanging a smile with his wife.

"You look beautiful," he told Jena, back to paying attention to her as he moved. Dad was a good dancer, understanding how to move in tight quarters without looking foolish. She liked the way he wiggled his hips. She danced halfway around in a tight circle and backed her ass up against Dad. Instead of backing away, he put his hands on her hips and squirmed against her.

From over her shoulder, she told him, "I want you to do that in real life."

"Me too," he said, running a hand up her waist and partially around her front. For a moment, she thought he was going to grab her breast, but he stopped before he went that far.

"Hey gorgeous," said a woman dancing directly in front of her. She was bumping and grinding against a man standing behind her. "He's cute." Jena realized the pretty woman was talking about her Dad. "Let's trade." She stepped around Jena and pressed herself against Dad while pushing Jena into the arms of her date.

The tall, dark haired man's face lit up as Jena slipped into view. He was ruggedly handsome with a cleft to his chin and a pretty smile. He pulled Jena closer, put his hands on her hips, and pressed against her. She could feel that he was hard. "Do you swap?"

"I think I just did," Jena said, unsure of the right answer to his question.

"Mm, we can do it together if he's cool with that," the man assured her as his hands worked up and down her sides.

"Who's your friend?" Mom asked, appearing behind the man. She wrapped her arms around his waist as if they had known each other for years.

"Brad," the man said, glancing at the new woman and liking what he saw. "Is she with you?"

"With me and my husband," Mom said, running her hands over the man's strong chest. "But we could use another man."

"Can my wife play, too?" Brad asked.

"The more the merrier," Mom said, pressing up against the man even tighter. She reached past him and caressed Jena's front. "She's new to the scene."

"She looks new to everything."

"Looks are deceiving," Mom said, tugging down the front of Jena's dress and exposing her tits. "What do you think?"

"Helen!" the man called, twisting and turning until he was alongside his wife's back. He wrapped his arm around her tiny waist to get her attention. The woman spun inside his touch and glanced briefly at Jena's exposed tits before looking up at her husband. "She's with them."

"Margo and Jena," Mom said, introducing the two of them while Helen introduced George to her husband.

"She's new to the scene," Brad told Helen with a nod at Jena and her bare breasts.

The pretty brunette with curly hair glanced from her to Margo. Her eyes went wide as she saw the family resemblance. "Problem?" Margo asked, cupping one of Jena's breasts and giving it a playful squeeze.

Helen looked over her shoulder at George, surely seeing eyes that matched Jena's staring back her. George reached around her and grabbed Jena's other tit. "It might be fun," he said with a big smile.

The woman began laughing. "Damn right," she said, nodding at her hubby. "Let's do this!"

Jena felt swept away as the adults standing around her had reached an arrangement. She had never witnessed anything as simple as what had just transpired. After adjusting her top, she followed her Dad. He had his arm around Helen as if she was his date while Mom and she flanked the tall, dark man with the powerful chest and brilliant smile. In the elevator to their room, Brad cleaned up the obvious. "Mom and Dad, right?" Jena gave him a tentative nod, unsure if she should admit it. "Have you guys been playing together for long?"

She shook her head. "Not until today. But I want this." Grabbing one of her Mom's tits, she thumbed her fat nipple. "All of it."

"He's the shy one," Margo said, grabbing her husband's ass.

"I'm sure I can keep him busy," Helen said, caressing Dad's ass, too.

Once inside their large, two bedroom suite, Dad opened the wet bar, pulled out bottles and began taking drink orders. That surprised Jena. She had traveled with her parents in the past and had always been told to never take a drink from the refrigerator in the room. Dad mixed her something sweet while using a lot more alcohol than the restaurant and bar.

Mom dimmed the lights while speaking in code to Helen and Brad. "We're fine with same room, full swap. Nothing kinky, but I'm flexible and so is she."

"We do everything," Helen said with an eager smile as she looked from one to the other. "Have the two of you done anything together?" Jena could tell Helen was asking about her and Mom.

"Not yet," Margo said. With a big smile on her face, she kissed Jena's cheek. "Yet." Their new friends seemed very happy with that answer.

"What about Dad?" Brad asked, openly eyeing the younger blonde. Jena picked up on what he was asking.

"I shaved him earlier," she volunteered.

"Then he got shy about more," Mom added.

"I'm fine," George said, finished with mixing his drink and joining them around the coffee table centered between two sofas. He sat next to Helen while Margo and Jena sat across from them with Brad sandwiched between them.

"Yes, you are," Helen said, running her hand up his thigh and across his crotch. "Is this where she shaved?" He nodded. "Mm, I can't wait to feel how good of a job she did."

Jena's head spun as she saw her Dad flirting with the other woman. She looked past Brad and saw Mom smiling as she squirmed. Not only did Mom approve, she seemed to like it. Jena knocked back most of her drink. When Dad and Helen began kissing, she knocked back the rest of it.

"What about the two of you?" Brad asked, looking from one side to the other. "Do you kiss?"

"Of course," Margo said, leaning across the man. Jena followed her lead and when their lips touched, she felt Mom's mouth open.

A moment later, their tongues touched for the first time sending Jena into a headspin as everything collided at once inside her. She had kissed other girls and liked it. Girls kiss different, more passionately and she liked how soft a girl's face felt. A girl's cheeks never included the scratchy, manliness of whiskers. Still, she couldn't shake knowing Dad could see them kissing and so could these two strangers.

She nearly pulled away when Brad put his hand on her back and held them together. "That's so hot," he cooed, caressing their backs. Jena felt a tiny hand pulling on hers. Mom guided her to Brad's crotch where she felt the man's growing bulge with her. "Oh, that's good," he said, leaning into their kiss and breaking them apart so he could kiss Jena. She felt his whiskers and liked it. A moment later, he turned his head and kissed her Mom while Jena watched him feeling up her chest. It felt as strange seeing her Mom kissing another man as it had been seeing her Dad kissing Helen.

Glancing at the other couch, she watched Dad pulling down Helen's top, exposing her tits and playing with them. Helen's tits were a bit bigger than Jena's and not quite as big as Mom's. Dad captured a nipple between his finger and thumb, lightly pulling on it as Helen moaned and worked the front of his pants without interrupting their kiss.

"Someone forgot her panties," Brad said with his hand between Mom's legs.

"I think we both forgot them," Mom said, prompting Brad to turn back to Jena.

As he kissed her, he ran his hand up her thigh, between her legs, and touched her bare pussy. Something about how surely he moved thrilled the younger woman. She had enjoyed a couple threesomes in college, but they had been filled with starts, stops, and tentative caresses between lots of nervous giggles. Brad's touch was sure as if they had been together forever. Jena felt him worm a finger between her pussy lips, making her realize how wet she had become.

"Why don't you let her undress her?" he suggested to Margo.

Mom stood in front of Jena, caressing her cheek and smiling at her. Jena worked the buttons of her blouse and brushed it off her shoulders before cupping her bare breasts. Mom's nipples were so hard. Feeling Mom's guiding hand leading her, Jena leaned closer and suckled on one nipple and then the other. Then she pulled back, worked the zipper on the back of Mom's tight skirt, and Mom stepped out of it. "You are so beautiful," Jena purred, running her hands across her Mom's naked body while admiring her Mom's pussy. Could she touch it? Should she? Throwing caution to the wind, she pressed her thumb between the lips of Mom's pussy and felt her wetness. Something about that little gesture told her it was okay do anything she wanted.

George lifted his ass off the couch so Helen could pull off his shorts. He was hard, very hard, and enjoyed being naked. The curly haired Helen was a great kisser and clearly eager to be with him. Seeing Margo with another man thrilled him as much as ever, but he hadn't expected the thrill he would feel seeing Jena doing stuff, too. Between kisses, he glanced at his daughter, making sure she looked okay with everything that was happening. What he saw was a young woman on fire and that made him feel good. Helen leaned over, wrapped her lips around his swollen cock and began blowing him.

Across from him, his naked wife was pulling off Jena's dress before the two women attacked the still dressed man still sitting on the couch. Working as a team, they stripped him down quickly before admiring his manhood together. Brad was packing a nice size man-unit, one George knew his wife would enjoy.

He had seen his wife with so many other men that it didn't bother him to see one more hard cock. What surprised him was the reaction he had seeing his precious daughter caressing Brad's thick prick. Seeing Jena kissing and caressing him drove George mad with lust and desire for his daughter. In that instant, he stopped seeing Jena as his just his daughter and saw her clearly as a woman as filled with lust, desire, and awesome sensuality.

"Feel good?" Helen asked, mistaking the extra throbbing of his cock for something she had made happen. She was good at sucking dick, but George knew she hadn't caused his extra thrill.

"My turn," he said, giving her a quick kiss on the lips before laying her back on the sofa and sliding between her legs. Pushing her thighs apart, he buried his face against her hot, wet pussy. No, he couldn't see what his wife and daughter were doing from that position, however, they would both witness what he could do with tongue.

Since college and beyond, nearly every woman George had encountered praised his pussy eating expertise. He wrote off his skill as a good mix of passion and instinct. He had an uncanny ability to read his lover's reactions and make adjustments on the fly. Only a fool ate every woman's pussy the same way. Some wanted direct attention on their clit while others couldn't tolerate direct contact with such a sensitive spot. George provided Helen with a mix techniques until he heard a deep throated moan and felt her squirming.

"Like that," she groaned, not realizing he was paying attention. A few moments later, she squirmed even more. "Oh yes," she gasped as her building thrill rose close to her climax. George added a finger inside her sopping, wet pussy while reaching up and clamping a hard nipple between his finger and thumb. He had already learned she liked rough nipple play before he twisted and rolled her nipple. Crying out as if heaven above had revealed itself to her, she clamped her quivering thighs closed around his ears and quivered with pleasure.

"Damn, baby, take it easy on her," Margo said from the other sofa.

"Where have you been all my life?" Helen asked him, staring down at George as if he was a god among men.

George resisted the urge to show off by going back for more. Besides, when he was between her legs, he couldn't watch the action happening just a few feet away. "I want to be inside you," he said.

"Anyway you want me," she said, still enamored with a man who could give her that much pleasure with his mouth.

"Doggie," he requested, helping her roll over on her hands and knees as he took his position behind her pleasantly plump ass. Helen wasn't fat, not even close, but she did have a nice, round ass. He gave her a playful slap, smiled when she yelped, and finally buried his pussy deep inside of her.

"Yes," the woman hiss, grinding backward against him. "Fill me, baby. Fill me all the way!"

George barely heard her encouraging words as he began moving back and forth. His eyes were on the trio of bodies across from him where they had laid Brad out on his back. Margo knelt on the floor while sucking the big man's dick. Meanwhile, his lovely daughter straddled the other man's face, riding him as she stared at what her Mom was doing.

Margo kept looking over her shoulder to see what kind of trouble George was getting into. When she saw him fucking Helen, she spent more time looking up at Jena and Brad. She was having a great time sharing this man with his daughter and was happy to see Jena enjoying herself. They locked eyes for a moment and Jena smiled before she glanced at her Dad again.