Amateurs (2/3)

A family is getting into the world of homemade incest/BDSM amateur porn. Then they add swinging to it. Part 2/3

Robin sat at the table as if on pins and needles. She couldn't look at me directly; instead, she fidgeted with her fork, stealing glances when she thought I wasn't looking. She only ate a couple of pancakes, nibbling at them, while Jessie and I finished the rest. I could almost hear my daughter's heart pounding in the silence.

"Dani!" she said. "I can't believe she's doing that! And she never even told her best friend! What the fuck!"

"The fuck, exactly!" I laughed. "I think she didn't know how to break it to you. Her parents didn't tell us either. We just stumbled on their video channel."

"It's kind of... wow," Robin murmured, her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. She threw a glance at my half-erected dick.

"How to reveal to them that we know?" Jessie mused, teasing her nipple. "It would be too embarrassing if we just tell, I think. Maybe we publish our own videos and then 'accidentally' stumble upon theirs while talking with them? This will give a good ground to start the conversation... if it's needed." She grinned.

"Hmmm... And we could also use their video titles and tags!" Robin giggled. "It would be easy to occasionally stumble, then! But then we need to make at least one 'daddy-daughter' video soon! They will surely notice it!"

"A good point," Jessie agreed. "The title should be like Greg's, but with another name." She looked at me. "Let's be Stan's Homemade. And maybe the description should be 'A happy family of three exploring their desires'?"

"Sounds right," I said, taking a deep breath to calm down. Then I stood and stretched. "Alright. Let's get started. We'll shoot in the living room. You two will need to prepare the bed and the camera. I'll check the lighting."

***

The sight that greeted me after five minutes sent another jolt of raw lust through me. Jessie had taken charge. She sat on the edge of our bed, her legs spread, her expression a mix of excitement and a little bit of stage fright. She was tying Robin's wrists together with her silk scarf.

"We thought you could do her in a simple missionary for the first time," she said to me. "Just with her tied wrists resting above her head." She finished the knot and turned to me. "Okay, director. What's your next command?"

My eyes flickered between them. The camera angle looked okay. The lighting was good. I looked at my daughter's naked, tied-up body. She lay still, her breath coming in quick, shallow bursts, her eyes wide and fixed on my erection.

"Take the camera. Let's do it as they did, the whole video in one cut."

She obeyed.

I lowered myself above my daughter's body and kissed her. Not her cheek or forehead, as I've done thousands of times before, but her lips. It wasn't just a peck, either; it was a slow, deep, and very sensual kiss. She responded, her body trembling slightly. The tip of my cock touched her slit. She didn't need any preparation; she was incredibly wet already.

My body trembled from a cocktail of conflicting emotions. The intense primal lust to just fuck my own daughter warred with the lingering residue of paternal protectiveness. But Jessie was watching, her gaze encouraging, and the camera in her hands made it all real, undeniable.

"One question, Robin," I asked. "Are you still a virgin?"

She laughed. "No, Daddy! Not for a long time!"

Wow. How many more things do we still not know about our daughter, I wondered. But...

"It simplifies things," I said.

I slowly pushed in and began to move.

I saw Robin's face change as I pushed deeper into her. Her eyes widened, a soft gasp escaped her lips, and then a smile touched her face. Jessie moved around us, trying to capture every detail. I could feel her presence, her gaze, her intention to film every thrust, every moan. I held her tied up wrists above her head. She raised her legs and wrapped them around my hips.

Like Dani, Robin did not immediately start moaning. She just breathed hard, looking straight into my eyes. Then she let out a soft sigh as I quickened my pace, her hips rising to meet my thrusts. She wasn't faking anything; her pleasure was genuine, her reactions natural and unforced.

I could hear Jessie's breathing growing ragged as she filmed, her free hand straying down between her own legs. She wasn't just a passive observer. She was a participant, a co-conspirator. Her arousal fueled my own, creating a feedback loop of desire that was amplified by the camera's unblinking eye.

"Oh, Daddy..." Robin whispered.

I answered by picking up the rhythm. The wet sounds of our bodies coming together filled the room. She began to moan, her head rolling from side to side. Her body arched upwards, and she let out a loud cry.

Jessie zoomed in on her daughter's face, capturing the raw emotion as Robin came. Then she moved the camera lower, focusing on where I continued to thrust into her. As it was my third time this morning, it would take time for me to come, and I was going to take it all. I slowed down, catching my breath. Robin looked at me and smiled.

"Daddy..."

It was not a request to stop, it was an encouragement to continue. I picked up the pace again. I looked at Jessie and saw that her face was flushed with arousal. She zoomed out for a bit, capturing the whole scene: me, my daughter, both naked on the bed, all in the throes of pleasure. My body tensed as I drove myself deep within her. Robin gasped, and her body convulsed with another orgasm. My climax rose, and a powerful surge of pleasure ran through my body as I erupted deep inside my daughter.

My body collapsed onto hers, both of us panting heavily. Jessie filmed us for a few more seconds, then lowered the camera and put it on the tripod.

"That was... intense," she said, her voice husky. She lay down beside us and stroked Robin's hair. "You okay?"

"Mmm-hmm," Robin sighed contentedly.

I kissed Jessie and turned my attention back to Robin. Her face was flushed, her eyes half-closed, a serene smile on her lips. I untied her wrists, and she immediately wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me into a tight embrace, and began kissing me passionately.

"Daddy... Thank you, thank you... You are so good... Much better than those boys..." she giggled.

"Boys?" Jessie raised her eyebrow. "How many had you already had?"

"Ah, just four!" Robin waved it out. "My classmates. They were all clumsy and quick. Not like my Daddy..." She blushed but didn't lose her smile.

My imagination worked again: a line of clumsy, shy teenage boys waiting their turn to fuck my sweet daughter, and me in front of the line, to show them how to do it right. My erection was rising again.

Jessie saw it. She winked at me. "Stan! You amaze me! The fourth time? My turn, then?"

"Mmm... Yes! Yes!" Robin pushed herself on her elbows; her eyes lit up. "And I'll be filming!"

And she did, as I took her mother roughly in her ass, with her wrists tied to her ankles and her hair pulled. At the end, Jessie collapsed onto the bed, and Robin came to her, hugged her, and whispered something in her ear. I couldn't hear the words, but Jessie gave me a seductive look.

"Of course I will teach you everything!" Jessie said, kissing her daughter.

If I weren't so much spent, I would get hard again.

***

Creating the porn site profile and uploading our first two videos turned out to be extremely easy. Everything was made for enthusiasts without technical skills. Jessie and Robin insisted that I tag them as the models using their real names – just the first names, of course. Robin insisted that her video should be titled "First Time with My Daddy", while Jessie opted for "Anal for my Loving Husband".

In less than an hour, we were online. We spent the whole evening watching the view counters go up and reading the initial comments. Most of them were crude and full of admiration; many asked for more videos or for specific scenes. A few were skeptical, claiming that the whole "family" theme was a staged fake. We laughed at those, knowing the truth.

The view counter on Robin's video skyrocketed. No wonder, considering the model's age and the theme. And she was loving the attention. She kept giggling and pointing at the screen, reading the dirtiest comments out loud for us to hear.

"This one wants to see me with a dog," she said, feigning a horrified look.

"No," Jessie said firmly. "Not in our house! We're not getting a dog!"

We laughed.

Robin stretched. "I suppose, now I have your official permission to fuck boys. Right?" She looked at both of us. "So that I could have my own private porn channel, I mean. I'd want to film all my sex and share!"

Jessie laughed. "My kinky little daughter! Of course!"

"As for the kinks..." I intervened. "How about us banning clothes and embracing permanent home nudity?" Jessie giggled and gave me a look. "From now on, unless we have guests," I added.

"And maybe when we have some guests, too..." Jessie winked.

"Even better!" Robin chirped. "And I could... try... some spanking? I saw some of it on the site... The girls looked so excited..."

My mind flashed an image of Robin's naked buttocks reddening from my slaps while Jessie would be holding the camera. The weekend couldn't come soon enough.

***

The next two weeks turned into an ecstatic frenzy. Jessie and I took turns directing, and Robin was always an eager participant or camera operator. Our small house became a debauched studio. Our bed, the living room floor, and the kitchen table all served as sets for our growing porn collection. Initial nervousness gave way to unapologetic confidence. Maybe down the road, we'll switch to just weekends like Greg's family and leave our daily sex unfilmed. For now, though, we're trying to build our channel.

We started gaining subscribers, especially after Robin made two videos of her being gangbanged by her classmates. She did this all without our knowledge until she uploaded them. We were fascinated to watch six naked boys (right, why stop on just four...), laughing excitedly and slapping each other's backs, take turns filming and fucking our daughter. Unlike our deliberately realistic home videos, Robin acted as wildly as possible this time. She cried and screamed; she shook and convulsed; she thrashed on the bed while all her holes were being used. The boys finished quickly, but there were six of them, and with the boundless energy that comes with being a teenager, they managed to complete full four rounds with her. By the end, Robin was exhausted and covered in cum, but ecstatic. She posted the video under the title "My Holiday Present: Six of My Schoolmates."

"You are a natural-born porn star, Robin," Jessie commented as we watched.

Robin beamed proudly. "Really, Mom? Do you really think I can?" For a moment, she transformed back into her former anxious teenage self, seeking her parents' approval.

We exchanged glances. Our daughter, a porn star? But, honestly, it was only logical. There was no stopping down this road.

"Yes, honey," Jessie hugged her. "You have the looks, the drive, and the courage. You'd make a wonderful porn star."

***

It didn't take long for Greg to notice us. One day, we received a direct message from him: "What a nice family you have! Call me. Greg." Although I had been expecting it, my heart still raced when I dialed his number.

"Hey, Greg, you old rascal! We got your message."

He chuckled. "Stan. Stan's Homemade. Jessie. And little Robin! I was shocked, I must admit. A pleasant shock. When did you start?" he asked.

"About two weeks ago."

"Wow! That was fast! And you made a lot of videos!"

"What can I say? My family turned out to be quite... slutty," I laughed.

"In a good way. I checked your channel out, of course. You guys have great style. Very natural."

"So do you. That's what gave us the idea, honestly."

He laughed. "I figured as much. The whole school is talking about Robin's holiday gangbang video, you know. Her schoolmates are the most loyal group of subscribers now. I'm a bit envious. Dani was always too shy."

"Give her time," I said. "The girls are good at surprising their parents."

"Yeah. So," he said, a hint of hesitancy in his voice. "Maybe our families could meet? At our place."

The opportunity was handed to me on a silver platter. I already know what to propose:

"How about this coming weekend? We'll bring our camera. Do you have a rule about being nude at home, too?"

Greg was silent for a moment. Then he laughed, a deep, hearty laugh.

"Not for the entire week, no. But on weekends? Sure."

Perfect. "Then see you Saturday afternoon."

"I'm looking forward to it," Greg said.

***

On Saturday afternoon, a warm spring wind accompanied us to Greg's house.

Jessie took my arm.

"Do you think what I'm thinking?" she asked.

"If you're thinking about us swapping wives and daughters for today's videos, then yes."

She paused. I could tell she was aroused without looking. So was I; my erection pushed against my shorts like a steel rod.

"Dani will be surprised, too," she added.

"And then delighted."

"You think so?"

"I'm sure. She's been doing it with her dad for almost a year. Adding another cock is a small step."

"You're a true pervert," Jessie whispered. "And I love it. By the way, don't be too gentle with Dani. She's made for it no less than Robin."

"The same applies to Marlee."

My wife laughed. "I'd be disappointed if you didn't."

***

We were greeted at the door by a naked Greg, a look so well known to us from their videos. His dick was already half-erect. He gave a wide grin. We undressed as well, leaving our clothes in the large, empty closet he pointed to.

"Welcome," he said, his eyes roaming over our bodies. Jessie blushed a little, but stood tall.

Naked Marlee came out of the living room. Dani followed a moment later. She was blushing, her hair in a slightly more tidy ponytail. Robin jumped to her friend, and they hugged, laughing.

"Dani! How did you dare not to tell me!"

"I wanted to! I was so scared! But it's so good that we're in this together now!"

They disappeared down the hall, chattering like a normal pair of teenage girls.

"Let them be," Greg said, putting an arm around Jessie's waist. "We'll take it from here." He guided her to the kitchen. "Would you mind some sparkling wine before we begin?"

I smiled at him knowingly. "The wives and daughters swapping, I guess?"

"It's obvious, isn't it?"

I turned to Marlee. She smiled, a little shy but also with a flicker of excitement in her eyes. I took her hand and followed Greg. So this is how a swinger party starts. As simple as that.

We sat around the table with some cheese snacks, and Greg opened the bottle.

"Dani, Robin!" he shouted. "Who's for a glass of wine?"

With the light patter of bare feet, they did not keep us waiting. What teenager would turn down an opportunity to be treated as an adult? Marlee didn't protest either.

"So," I said after the toast. "What is the scenario?"

Greg nodded at me. I saw it in his videos before, but it was another experience to witness it with my own eyes. He put a finger over Marlee's lips.

"Hush now, Marlee. We don't need your words."

Marlee closed her eyes and nodded. Wow, she was much more into submission than Jessie was!

Then, Greg turned to us. "There isn't really a scenario, just some rough ideas. I'd let our daughters play lesbians for an orgasm or two, and then we'll join in and fuck them side by side. Our wives will be filming from both sides."

"Then we'll be getting into the picture," Jessie remarked.

Greg shrugged. "Since you'll be naked – and the viewers will know you're the girls' mothers – nobody will object."

"Right," Jessie smirked. "So we can show them how real sluts should be properly used."

He turned to her and kissed her neck. I stood behind Marlee and hugged her from behind, cupping her heavy breasts in my hands and rolling her hardening nipples with my fingers. She leaned her head back against my chest and let out a soft sigh.

"Stan," she whispered. "I've been wanting this..."

My cock throbbed against her lower back. "Not as much as I have. We'll do our scene after we finish with the daughters."

The girls finished their wine. They were giggling and whispering to each other.

"Girls, it's your turn now," Greg said, standing up. "The bed is ready for you."

Robin gave a playful salute, and the two rushed out of the kitchen. The rest of us finished our wine and followed them.