By the time the engineer spotted the fallen tree blocking the tracks, it was already too late. Despite his best efforts, the train collided with the obstacle, derailing in spectacular fashion. Train cars flew off the tracks, dumping their contents into the forest and lake surrounding the tracks. One car slammed into a nearby cell tower, taking it out in an instant. Miraculously, no one was seriously injured in the crash, but the damage was severe enough that the cleanup took weeks.

What nobody involved knew was that this particular train had been carrying an experimental chemical, one with properties so unusual that its makers felt compelled to lie about the contents on the manifest. During the crash, several barrels of the chemical burst open, seeping into the nearby lake as well as the local water table. With the area listed as uninhabited and the nearest town being fifty miles away, the producers of the substance kept quiet, deciding that these actions would be best for their bottom line. Little did they know that for one family, this decision would bring them together in ways they could have never fathomed.

“I can see the lake!” Zoe shouted, bouncing excitedly in the passenger seat. “We’re almost there!”

“Less than five minutes, girls,” John confirmed as he steered the minivan down the gravel road. “Our little slice of heaven awaits.”

Oakley chimed in from her spot behind Zoe. “Can we jump straight into the boat when we get there?”

“That all depends on how much your mom and Will accomplished this week,” John replied. “But considering that they had nearly a full week of a head start to get everything set up, I’m not too worried.”

A moment later, the van pulled up the lakehouse driveway, coming to a stop next to Patricia’s car. Almost immediately, the twins jumped out, gabbing about all the things they wanted to do over the next two weeks as they took off down the hill. John smiled, watching them skip and leap toward the boathouse. Even at eighteen, the girls had more youthful energy than he ever remembered having himself.

John grabbed his suitcase from the back of the van, dragging it up the driveway and onto the porch. He glanced around, briefly scanning the vast, mostly wooded property bordering on the lake. He was somewhat surprised that his son wasn’t outside when they pulled up. Will was a certifiable outdoors fanatic. When his mom suggested heading out a week early to get the lakehouse set up, Will begged her to take him along.

Shrugging it off, John pushed open the kitchen door, dragging his luggage behind him as he stepped inside. “Patricia! Will! Anybody home?” When no response came, John started looking around. Maybe they were somewhere outside after all, he thought. It was certainly a large enough property that you could disappear for hours without a trace.

Just as he was rounding the corner to head down the hallway, the door to the master bedroom popped open and John’s wife stumbled out.

“Oh, hi, baby!” Patricia smiled, pulling the bedroom door shut behind her as she took a step toward her husband. “Sorry, I was just… napping. I’m so glad you’re here!”

John couldn’t help but note Patricia’s appearance as she came up and wrapped her arms around him. Her blonde hair was tousled, and her makeup was smeared. She was wearing an old t-shirt and skimpy shorts. The peaks formed by her nipples and the sway of her generous breasts made it obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“A nap?” John asked as they embraced. “At 4:45 in the afternoon?”

“Why not?” Patricia grinned, taking him by the hand and leading him back toward the kitchen. “After all, we’re on vacation.”

John chuckled. “I suppose. So where’s Will?”

“Oh,” she replied, hesitating slightly. “He’s, um, napping, too. It was a long morning, honey. Now come on, I want to say hi to the girls and get the rest of the bags.”

Patricia practically dragged John back out onto the porch. As they stepped outside, John looked around and realized something was missing.

“Honey,” he began, “where are the porch chairs?”

“Oh, they must be in the shed,” Patricia replied. “I guess we forgot to pull them out. We had a lot of… distractions this week.”

John was just about to ask what she meant when the voices of Oakley and Zoe could be heard, complaining as they climbed up the hill and onto the porch.

“You won’t believe it,” Zoe began.

"We went to the boathouse," Oakley continued, picking up her twin’s sentence. “Everything’s still locked up. The dock isn’t out, and the boat isn’t even in the water.”

“Sorry, girls,” their mother replied. “We must have forgotten.”

John looked at his wife, arching an eyebrow. Forgotten to set up the boat? Will loves taking the boat out on the lake. Half the reason he went with his mom was so he could cruise around the lake a few times before his little sisters commandeered the vessel.

“Are you sure everything’s okay?” John asked.

"Of course, everything is fine, honey," Patricia smiled as she placed a hand on John’s shoulder. “Everything is just fine. Will and I just got to chatting about life, and then we started playing board games, and I guess the week flew by.”

“Well, at least that explains why you didn’t answer my phone calls,” John replied.

“Oh, that. No, there was a note from the county offices on the door. I guess there was a train wreck a few months back. It took out the cell tower, which won’t be replaced until sometime at the end of the year.”

John pulled out his phone and checked it. Sure enough, the words “No Service” were emblazoned at the top of the screen.

Zoe let out a dissatisfied groan. “No phone service? How am I supposed to listen to my music?”

“And how am I supposed to stay up-to-date with my friends?” Oakley added.

“Now, girls,” John chuckled, “this is hardly the end of the world. We come out here to get away from the rest of the world. You’re just going to have to suck it up and deal with it. And if you can’t take it, you can always borrow the car and drive into town.”

The girls scoffed. “Town?” Oakley asked. “That’s an hour drive.”

“You poor girls,” John smiled. “Now come on, grab your stuff, and let’s go unpack. Maybe we can eat an early dinner and go get the boat into the water, at least if Mom and Will managed to turn on the well and unpack the kitchen before they got hopelessly distracted.”

“Yes, dear,” Patricia laughed. “That was the very first thing we did.”

John and the girls dragged all the luggage in through the kitchen door, chatting about their plans. Inside, Will was waiting in the dining room, smiling at his family as he snacked on a banana. Will was shirtless, barefoot, and wearing a pair of basketball shorts. His eyes shifted between the members of his family.

“Hey, guys,” Will chirped between bites. “Long time, no see.”

“Look who’s up from his nap,” John laughed. “Did you sleep well?”

“Better than you know,” Will said, giving his father a smirk. “I needed it, too. Mom kept me up all night.”

“Playing board games,” Patricia added.

“Alright, well, maybe we can all play some games later,” John said, “but for now, girls, head to your room and unpack, and I’ll see if Mom needs help with dinner. Will, why don’t you head down to the boathouse and get the boat in the water? The girls want to go out after we eat.”

Will nodded and made his way toward the door. On his way out, he leaned in close to Patricia and whispered something in her ear, eliciting a giggle from the woman. John arched his brow but quickly shook it off, asking his wife if she needed any help.

Back in their room, the twins tossed their suitcases onto the king-size bed they shared. They had barely unzipped the luggage before Oakley spoke up.

“Do you think Mom was acting weird?”

“Oh my God, yes,” Zoe replied in a hushed tone. “Like how she didn’t seem to care that everyone could see her nipples poking right through that shirt? Or the way she kept glancing over at Will? What was up with that?”

“I don’t know,” Oakley replied. “Will was acting a little weird, too. I mean, he usually doesn’t wander around without a shirt, and I swear that when he first saw us, he looked right at your tits.”

“Yeah, and even though they were here for a week, there’s like nothing set up. The boat wasn’t out, and the four-wheelers are still in the shed. Mom didn’t even have flowers in the kitchen, and that’s the first thing she usually does every morning when we get here.”

Oakley shrugged as she tossed her bikinis into the dresser drawer. “Let’s keep an eye on them, and maybe you should talk to Dad and see if he knows anything.”

“Why me?” Zoe frowned.

“You are the older one,” Oakley said with a smirk.

“By seventeen minutes,” she laughed. The girls giggled. Talking it out, they decided they’d approach their dad together, and with that settled, their conversation shifted back to plans for the vacation.

A short time later, everyone was gathered back at the dinner table. Patricia had set out a pile of sandwiches, a serving dish of potato salad, and three pitchers of ice water.

“What’s with all the water?” John asked as he took his seat. “There are five of us, not fifty.”

“Just trust me,” Patricia smiled. “It’ll be gone by the end of dinner. I couldn’t explain why, but the well water just tastes extra good this year. I think on our first meal here, Will and I must have had a pitcher each.”

“If you say so, dear,” John smiled. “Just so everyone knows, I pulled out both four-wheelers and gassed them up, so they should be ready to go. Will, did you get the boat out?”

“Sure did,” Will replied, pouring himself a glass of water.

“Good,” Zoe smiled. “Because I can’t wait to get out onto the lake.”

“Me too!” Oakley added, grabbing a sandwich.

“You know, Dad,” Zoe said, shifting her attention to her father, “you should come out with us. It’d be fun.”

Patricia’s eyes lit up. “Zoe, that’s a fantastic idea! John, why don’t you go out in the boat with the girls after dinner? Will and I can hold down the fort until you get back.”

“Oh, I don’t know, Patty,” John mulled. “I haven’t seen you all week, and it would be nice to catch up, don’t you think?”

“We’ve got plenty of time for that,” Patricia replied. “Now, I insist, the three of you just got here, and you should all go out and have some fun after our meal. It’s perfectly fine, dear.”

“Okay,” John said, picking up his glass of ice water and bringing it near his mouth. “If you insist.”

Putting the glass up to his lips, John went to take a sip of the water. As soon as it touched his tongue, his eyes lit up in a surprised expression.

“Holy cow,” he said, holding the glass up to look at it. “You weren’t kidding. This tastes great! Girls, you have to try this.”

John gulped down the rest of his water in an instant. As he did, the twins tried their waters and had a similar reaction. Neither John nor his daughters had tasted anything quite like it before. It was beyond delicious and refreshing to the point of being invigorating. Just as Patricia predicted, by the end of dinner all three pitchers were empty, and John and the girls even refilled their cups in the sink a few more times.

“Wow,” John marveled as the family cleaned up from dinner. “I’ve always enjoyed the water here, but that is incredible. Okay, girls, let’s all get changed, and I’ll meet you at the boat in ten minutes.”

Back in the bedroom, John went through his luggage, grabbing a pair of swim trunks and a tank top to wear on the boat. As he began changing, his mind wandered back to his wife. Patricia looked so hot in her tight little shorts and t-shirt. He remembered her nipples, prominently on display all afternoon. "God, how I want to suck on those tits," he thought. Patricia looked so fuckable in that outfit. John felt his erection slowly swelling as he slipped off his shorts.

Remembering that he’d promised to go out on the lake with the girls, John tried to get his arousal back under control. Try as he might, though, he couldn’t fully shake the desire to go find his wife and fuck her brains out.

When he was finally dressed, John emerged from his bedroom and headed down the hall to the living room, where he found the rest of the family having a conversation. Patty was on the loveseat with her head resting on Will’s shoulder, while Zoe and Oakley were across from them on the sofa.

John’s breath caught in his throat as his eyes landed on his daughters. Zoe had picked out a bright blue bikini that showed off her full breasts and matched her pretty eyes. Oakley had selected a pink floral two-piece swimsuit that looked just a hair too small for her, forcing her cleavage up in a way that made his heart skip a beat. He’d always thought that the girls looked like a younger version of their mother, and today in those outfits, his mind was reminding him of exactly how much fun he and his wife had at that age.

“Alright, girls,” John said, trying once more to shake off his arousal. “Daylight’s wasting. Grab your towels and sunscreen, and let’s hit the lake.”

The girls hopped up, grabbing their supplies and following their father. As they headed out the kitchen door, Patricia stepped up to the sink, watching her family slowly disappear down the hill to the beach. Just as she lost sight of the trio, she felt a set of arms wrapping around her.

“Do you think they know?” Will whispered into her ear, his deep tone causing the woman to shiver.

“Know what?” She purred, pressing herself into her son and grinding her ass slowly against the erection pressing into her. “That your cum has been leaking out of my pussy since they got here?”

“Oh, has it?”

Patricia let out a whimper as she felt her son’s hand slip under her waistband. He extended two of his fingers, gently probing her soaking wet folds, scooping up their combined juices. Patricia closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensation.

“Hmmm… nice and sloppy. Just the way I like it.” As he spoke, Will’s other hand slipped under his mother’s shirt, groping at her tits. Patricia let out a low groan, grinding her pussy against his fingers.

“Oh, Will,” she moaned. “I thought we were going to stop when, oh, God, when they got here. We can’t keep, hmmmm… Keep doing this. I’m your mother.”

“Sure we can,” Will growled, rubbing his fingers over Patricia’s throbbing clit. “We just need to be careful.”

Will shifted his grip, taking hold of his mother’s shorts and pulling them down to her ankles as she continued grinding against him. Next, he slipped off his shorts, letting his erection press up against his mother.

“Besides,” he grunted, pushing her up against the sink as he lined himself up at her entrance, “there’s no way I could quit fucking this pussy. It’s too good. You know you want it, too.”

“I know,” Patricia moaned as Will slipped into her from behind. “Oh, fuck, Will, yes. I need you. Fuck, I need you so bad.”

Will grunted as he bottomed out inside his mother. His hands gripped the woman’s shoulders as she braced herself against the sink. Pulling back, Will slammed into his mother, eliciting a groan. He quickly began fucking her again and again, rutting with a pace that had become more and more familiar over the last week.

Patricia grunted and whimpered with every thrust, loving the way Will made her feel while still struggling to fully accept it. He was her son. How had they let this happen? How had they come to this place, fucking like animals every chance they could get? She had tried to fight it. She told herself that it was so wrong. It was wrong to cheat on John. It was wrong to fuck her own son. She repeated it again and again over the last week. She’d say it right before she swallowed Will’s cock. She’d breathe it as he lapped at her folds. Sometimes she’d scream out how wrong it was as Will thrust himself into her, filling her with his cum. But every time, they found themselves right back together, fucking just like they were now, with Patricia’s husband and daughters just a few yards away.

“Oh, fuck, Mom,” Will groaned, slamming into her in quick, erratic thrusts. “Oh, God, you’re so wet!”

“Yeah,” Patricia moaned, bucking against her son. “I’m so close, Will. Oh, yes, fuck me! Fuck your mother! Oh, fuck, this is so wrong, but I need you. I need you so fucking bad.”

Will’s hands shifted, groping at his mother’s tits as he pounded into her. Patricia shrieked and begged him for more as her orgasm drew closer and closer. Finally, the sensations were too much, and she came, shaking hard as Will fucked her over the sink.

“Oh, fuck!” Will cried, the sensation of his mother’s orgasm driving his own. “I’m coming, Mom!”

Will slammed into his mother one last time, burying his cock deep inside her as he erupted, dumping his seed into the woman once again. Patricia shuddered, feeling her son’s throbbing cock as it filled her up for what must have been at least the eighth time of the day.

As Will slowly came down from his orgasm, he pulled back, his cock slipping out with a wet pop. Just as she had done the last time they fucked, Patricia spun around, dropping to her knees and taking him in her mouth. She slurped and lapped hungrily at her son’s shaft, savoring the taste of their combined juices. Just like the water, Patricia found herself craving the flavor more and more as the days passed, to where she could hardly go without taking Will in her mouth any chance she got.

Soon, Will grunted that he was close to coming yet again, causing his mother to redouble her efforts. Will grabbed her hair, pulling her down on him. Patricia groaned onto his shaft, loving how her son handled her.

“At least John and the girls don’t know,” Patricia thought as Will unloaded inside her mouth once more. “After all, they wouldn’t understand.”