Back To Normal Ch. 17

When Tracy and Mom got back to the cabin - and stepped out of the car into their mercifully secluded front drive - they peeked in and found the boys lounging around the living room. Seay lay on his stomach on the floor fully naked, reading some book about birds, while Dad stretched his bare hairy body on the couch, his eyes glued to the TV screen, which he'd muted and put on closed-captioning. It was Bob Ross, talking about a squirrel he'd once nursed back to health. The differently shaped pair of differently handsome men looked a bit tired and disheveled. Tracy clutched Mom's arm and begged her wordlessly not to walk in still completely naked. Please. It had not been an experience she wished to have to explain, or relive. Please.

Mom relented. They snuck away to the bathroom to slip into some clean clothes of Mom's that were in the dryer. When they came back out, neither man seemed to notice Tracy wasn't wearing her own clothes. Which was just as well, since she began to remove them immediately.

"Did you guys have sex or something while we were gone?" Tracy asked as she stepped back out of her flip-flops - and shorts, and tank top. "It smells a little post-coital in here." When she was down to just her (i. e., Mom's) panties, she went and sat on Seay. She loved sitting on his big muscly butt. It felt good on her own smaller butt.

"Look who's talking," Seay grunted. "You smell like a barnyard. Did you and Mom fuck in a field or something?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Tracy purred, and panty-humped her brother's naked butt.

Mom sighed and followed Tracy's lead, stripping down to her bra and panties, and then finding a seat atop Dad, who was lengthwise across the sofa. Dad grunted as Mom sat down on his midsection. But he didn't look unhappy for the well-shaped load.

"So, did you?" Tracy asked Seay again, a little bit of genuine envy creeping into her voice, even as she ground herself into him a little. Testing his horniness levels.

"Fuck Dad?" Seay didn't even look at her. But she was pretty sure he was rolling his eyes at her.

"Just mouth stuff," Dad admitted proudly. "And yes. Before you ask? It was awesome."

"I'm sure it was," Tracy sighed. "I'll bet Seay really liked that. Did you just love getting to pig out on Daddy's big scary cock?"

"Scary?" Dad frowned, and glanced self-consciously down at his own junk.

"Where'd you guys go?" Seay asked. "You were gone awhile. Did you bring home dinner?"

"The Pattinsons," Mom answered. "And no, but I thought we could order Vinnie's."

Dad looked a little surprised to hear this. She'd gone to see Rob and Kris without telling him. It was fine, but it was odd.

"We owed them for the drugs," she shrugged, sensing Dad's mild confusion. Best to nip it in the bud.

"Did you?" Dad asked, still looking bemused. Mom could be a bit of a minx, sometimes. One never quite knew with her, what she was really up to.

"You're welcome," she announced to the whole cabin. "You all can pay me back later, if you'd like."

Tracy yawned, then stretched. She lay forward across Seay's naked back. She squished her boobs into his rhomboids. God. It felt awesome. Her twin was so big and warm and man-like.

"Later, Mom," she sighed. "Right now, I'm horny for my hunky bro-bro."

"Honey," Dad muttered to Mom. He was hard as a bicycle seat underneath her butt in these pretty lavender lace panties. "I have to tell you something."

"What?" Mom chuckled, her eyes still on the screen.

"I don't know how to put this other than just to say it."

"Say it," Mom purred, and ground her ass on Dad's cock.

"I see our kids laying there sandwiched on top of each other, and I hear them talking about us all having sex together, and I - I don't want it to stop. I hope to God you know what you're doing, sweetheart. I really do. Because this is just about the most perfect thing I could possibly imagine - oh, shoot, for crying out loud, I didn't mean to make you cry!" Dad chortled, and hugged Mom's wracking shoulders tight. "I just meant, I really do love this. And you. And... I'm saying I want to trust you, okay?"

Mom nodded into his hairy chest. Headbutted him, sort of, actually. And smiled the most beautiful smile - even if he couldn't see it, he would be able to tell.

"That goes for you two, as well," Dad said sternly to the twins at his wife's feet. Seay grunted assent. Tracy ignored him. "I said I want to trust you, Trace," Dad reiterated. He nudged Mom. "Hey, poke her in the butt for me, wouldja hon?"

Mom poked Tracy's flexing, humping butt with her left big toe. Tracy noised but did not stop sucking and gnawing on her brother's upper trapezius. His shoulder meat. Her p-word, too, dug over and over eagerly into the hot, humpable rump of him.

"You know," Dad dead-panned, "that'd feel even better if you rolled him over."

"And take those poor panties off," Mom cringed at how aggressively her daughter was mistreating her favorite pair, "before you wear a hole in the fabric."

"Gawwwd just let us do our own fricking thing, would you!" Tracy finally roared, and swatted at Mom's toe before it could poke her again. "He likes when I do this!"

"He does?" Dad snorted.

"It's com-MF-ortable," Seay grunted as his sister hopped forward onto his midback all of a sudden, bellowsing his lungs.

"And you know what else he likes?" Tracy jeered, chucking Mom and Dad a sharpened eyebrow over her bony shoulder. "My stinky." She scooted forward, grinding her sopping wet crotch up her brother's back. "Fricking." She knelt, straddling the air above the back of his head, and with her hands pantomimed snapping her brother's neck; Seay got the directive, and quickly turned over - albeit somewhat awkwardly, as his sister insisted he keep his head between her legs. "Panties," she finished, and -

- swooped down to kiss her brother full on the lips -

- before sitting back up and plowing her full weight Mom-gusset-first into his ready (as he could make it) face. Mom and Dad watched Seay's nostrils flare in that moment between the kiss's departure and the panties' arrival, sucking in a deep diver's lungful. His mouth parted, and Tracy planted her wet, sticky, salty-tart, pantyclad p-word on his tongue. Her face went calm, meditative, blissful. She began to roll her hips, back and forth, and then in little circles. Seay gripped her ass with his hands and pulled her as close as possible, and then he tugged and groped still harder, trying to get her a little closer still. He hated her panties in this moment. Where had she even gotten this pair? He thought he knew all her underwear. Whatever! He wanted them off his face, and off of his sister's potently pungent p-word.

"Tell themmm y-you like it!" Tracy ordered him as she positively pestled herself into his oral mortar.

She felt herself gaping, her muscles melting. His face was so hot, and so wet, and his tongue was squiggling so fervently against the sopping sticky fabric of her mother's panties' crotch.

"Telllll th-themmm!" she whimpered as menacingly as she could.

"S'lovely," me murmbled.

"What was that?" Mom asked, acting as though she hadn't heard.

"S'LOV-rmml-ELY!!" Seay morrawmbled, struggling to speak even a single word around her squishy, unrelenting labia, and failing to wrench his head even slightly loose of his sister's giggly, inescapable hindquarters.

"Did he just call her slovenly?" Dad gasped, acting affronted on his daughter's behalf.

"He said it's LOVELY!" Tracy squealed, bucked, and then suddenly arched like she'd been stabbed in the back. She came, drenching her underwear, and causing them to almost sort of inflate inside Seay's mouth as the downpour strained momentarily to permeate the fabric. So he sucked. And the juices squizzled through, foamy textured and tasting faintly of fabric softener. She groaned at the sensation. His cock flexed. His own rush of precum seeped out.

"Holy crap!" Tracy laughed as soon as she had breath enough to speak. She reached behind herself, felt around for Seay's cock, grabbed Seay's cock at its base, and gave it a hard tug or three. Precum instantly slicked her entire grip, his entire cock, and she gleefully called him out, "SO horny for me, aren't you?"

"Yffm," Seay's head nodded inside her groin.

She patted his sweaty scalp appreciatively.

"Mommy, Daddy? Is it okay if I let Seay fuck me right now?" Tracy asked as she twisted around to check with Mom and Dad. "I think he really wants to. We're feeling kind of naughty."

"Sounds like you've already decided," Dad chuckled.

"If we say yes, then are we allowed to participate?" Mom asked casually. "Or do you expect us to just sit here and watch while you two have all the fun?"

Tracy thought for a moment, chewing the inside of her cheek. She had a good idea of what she wanted to do. And it was kind of kinky. But then Seay's jaw squirmed underneath her. She lifted her weight for a sec and asked him what he wanted.

"AIR!" he choked.

"Ugh, fine!" she relented. "But only 'cuz you called my p-word lovely."

"F-finally," Seay sighed. Then he looked up to Mom and Dad. "Yeah, I mean, join if you want to. You don't have to just sit there."

"Oh good!" Mom beamed at them, and stood up and began to unclip her bra, and tug off her panties, too.

"Geeze, hon," Dad chuckled, and sat up from his place on the couch to take hold of her and get her to sit on his lap, facing him. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them together. He licked and kissed and nuzzled them.

"Honey?" Mom moaned to Dad.

"Mmm?" Dad mumbled, his face full of her cleavage.

"I have a fun idea."

"You and your 'fun ideas,'" Tracy scoffed.

"Oh, you," Mom giggled. She leaned back, and then took hold of Dad's chin in her hand, and guided it upward so that she could look at his eyes, his handsome, manly eyes.

"What?" Dad chuckled.

"I was thinking maybe I could swap places with Tracy?"

Seay and Tracy both looked up from each other at the sound of this suggestion.

"Uh, wha -?" Seay stammered, blushing.

"Tracy? You got to hump your bro-bro's face. You wouldn't mind if I borrowed him for a bit now? I missed him, too."

"Oh!" Seay gulped. He was already beginning to sweat, again, and profusely.

Tracy scowled, but only because she had been specifically excited for Seay's cock. She rolled her eyes - all the way over, to where they landed on Dad's lap. Dad's cock, to be fair, wasn't exactly a downgrade... But could he even fit?

"Let me get the lube," Mom said, patting Dad's thigh decisively and dismounting him. "Listen, now's as good a time as any for me to confess I've fingered our daughter. Okay? I only mention it because, Clark honey, I think you'll fit. Tracy, you're in good shape, okay baby? We just need to get some lube."

"I mean," Tracy blushed and gestured nonchalantly to her dripping wet groin, "I've already kinda got plenty."

"That's cute," Mom grinned back at her. "But you'll want the heavy duty stuff with Dad, okay?"

"It's true, sweetheart," Dad backed Mom up out of habit, then realized what he'd just endorsed. And he blushed under the electrifying gaze of his horny, titillated daughter - who, in his defense, also blushed deep pink.

Seay sat up and wiped his face on the inside of his arm. He was sweating buckets. He could not believe this. Mom was coming to sit on him, and his Dad - his DAD - was going to have sex with his SISTER.

Mom came back from their bedroom. She was holding the bottle of lubricant. She handed it to Tracy, who stood and brought it with her over to Dad.

"Stay," Tracy commanded him. "Let me." She popped the cap off and squirted way too much lube into her hand. She also squirted some onto Dad's throbbing, veiny red cock. Jeepers fricking creepers but she was going to put that thing inside her somehow. She slathered her vulva, fingered the silken goo up into her vagina, and slid it around and around the nervous muscly walls of her canal. Excess lube dribbled out of her vulva and dripped onto the sofa cushion as she knelt one-kneed between Dad's legs. With her other hand, she masturbated Dad. It was unexpectedly joyous, greasing him up with the lube. "Whoa-golly," he quivered, and had to grab her slender forearm to make her restrain herself. Or he was going to blow. Tracy grinned impishly at him. She squeezed his cock tight in her little-feeling fist. His mouth twitched a little, but he kept his cool. No daughter of his was going to make him cum before he meant to.

Seay was aware that all of this was happening, but could look only at Mom. The stunning, naked woman had taken her hair out of her ponytail. And she looked so happy about what she was about to do with him. To him. For him. She had such a nice face, such beautiful features - big expressive eyes, sculpturesque lips, a long smart nose, and a strong jawline. Seay felt suddenly so intimidated by how classically hot, and head-to-toe nude his Mom was.

He sat there, waiting on the floor, and didn't know what to do with his hands. Or his eyes. Or himself.

"Uh, Mom?" he said nervously as she approached.

She sat down in his lap, straddled him, and pressed her hot, naked skin onto the front of him.

"Yes, sweetie?" she whispered, looking at him with her glittery eyes.

He gulped. "Um, uh, I... "

He didn't know. She kissed him, and his whole body relaxed and melted.

"Lay down," she whispered into his lips, and so he laid down on his back for her.

She leaned forward and kissed his forehead. Her breasts dangled toward him, and he couldn't suppress the urge to bring them down that little bit nearer to his lips. He pulled her by her hips, up a bit please thank you, so she could stuff her left tit into his mouth. Then he let her scootch her butt down a couple inches to where his penis was standing up. She lifted, creating a sunny space between them. He could feel his upright tip pressing into the slippery folds of her labia, her warm and inviting vulva. She reached down and used her fingers to guide him.

Seay closed his eyes as she sat back down on him. He felt his cock sink in and in, and then up, up, and into her body. That this was where he'd come from did of course occur to him. But the feelings this elicited were not so much nostalgic as surreally empowering: what a hallowed treat, to get to fuck one's own truest, truest love.

He moaned, and Mom chuckled in a sort of low and rumbly way. She squeezed her kegal muscles on him and made his cock jerk. This caused him to accidentally bite down on her breast. She hissed, but didn't pull back. He let go and apologized.

"It's okay, sweetie," Mom whispered to him. She kissed the top of his head and sat back upright. She was now sitting all the way on his crotch, his dick completely up inside her pussy. Seay looked down his chest, and at his groin. He could see Mom's cleanly shaved pudendum pressed against him. He could see her tummy, and her breasts, and her smiling, beautiful Mommy face.

"Gaw," he gawked at her, his voice breaking like a teenager's. He was already close to climax. He didn't know how much time they'd been doing this - seconds, hours, eons? His dick felt like it had been hard for days on end. Mom smiled and began to roll her hips forward, then backward, forward and backward and forward and backward. Seay felt the warmth of his orgasm rising up in his midsection.

"Holy shit!" Dad gasped, and his voice was enough to knock Seay out of the zone. Seay's head cleared. His eyes darted over to Dad, and to what was happening with Dad and Tracy.

Tracy was sitting on Dad, reverse cowgirl, her back smooshing him into the sofa. She had her knees to her shoulders, her thighs spread, and Dad's cock completely inside her vagina. Dad was holding her by her hips and fucking her up and down onto himself. Tracy, for her part, was also humping and grinding on Dad. Bucking and moaning. She had a shin in each hand, and she was grunting with her effort. Fucking Dad was reminding her of when she'd once tried masturbating with a baseball bat. (Don't judge. She'd been horny. And the guy whose it was had thought it was the hottest thing ever.) He stretched her out, filled her very intensely up. It wasn't painful. She could tell that if he were to really start going to town on her, then it might start hurting. But it didn't hurt yet, not in a way she minded. No, it felt pretty fricking awesome. It felt awesome enough for her to start moaning. Like, loudly.

Which made Dad almost lose it. He had to force Tracy to sit still on him. He held her in place and panted.

"I'm sorry," she whinnied, and shimmied into his groin. "It feels too goooood."

"I know," Dad agreed. "Me, too."

"Are you afraid you'll cum inside me?" she pouted. "Because you can if you want. I'm on the pill."

"No," he chuckled. "It's not that. Just -"

"Unless you don't want to?" Tracy blushed. "I don't want to make you do something that makes you feel weird."

"Don't worry about that. You aren't." Dad kissed her side-turned cheek. "I just want to last a little longer, you know? That way you can cum, too, sweetheart."

"Okay," she whimpered. She leaned forward a bit, so Dad could watch as she pulled herself up and down on his shiny red shaft. "Fuck," she purred, her eyes fixed on the sight of her Dad's cock inside of her cunt. "I like when you think about me cumming," she smirked at him.

"Oh yeah?" Dad blushed, but he was grinning. "You like that, baby?"

"I love it."

"You gonna cum?"

She moaned, her head nodding, her body clenching.

"You wanna cum for your Daddy?"

Tracy gasped. Her pussy gushed. Dad felt a surge of her arousal drip out of her, down onto his balls. She nodded more frantically, and fucked him harder, her knees almost in her armpits, and her thighs almost behind her head. He could hear her, how wet she was. Her ass smacking down onto him. Her p-word squelching and slurping. Her voice keening in a high-pitched whine, a needy, desperate whine.

"You want to cum for me sweetheart?"

"Mmmhmm," Tracy moaned. "Daddy please!"

"And you want me to cum, too? Do you want me to cum in your tight little pussy, Tracy baby?" Dad asked her. His voice was strained, and husky. It was like he was devolving into an even more primordial animal. One that fucked hard, talked dirty.

"Yes," she moaned, her voice cracking. "Fffrick. Fuck my pussy, Daddy. Fuck my pussy. FuckmypussssssSHHHIT!" Tracy spluttered, and sprayed her teenage ejaculate all over Mom's back.

Dad groaned. His cock burrowed all the way into his daughter's cunt one last time, and convulsed, spitting his infertile spunk into her womb. Coating her insides. His eyes rolled up into his skull. His mind ascended to another dimension. He did not notice how Tracy squirted once, twice, three times, all over Mom.

Mom gasped. Then she laughed. Then she cooed, and relished the moment for all its wet, stinky mirth.

Seay could tell that Mom was distracted by something. He was about to burst inside her at any moment. But something was making her laugh, and squirm, and feel the need to turn and giggle at her daughter's bucking crotch.

When Mom's attention returned to Seay, it had a new, cosmic intensity. She was rolling her hips faster now, harder, letting her breaths grow ragged. He felt his cock throbbing and aching to explode, but he could not, not just yet, because he was waiting on her.

"Seay," Mom whispered to him, "do you want to cum inside me?"

Seay's eyes bulged wide, and his body clenched up. He was already on the brink. He nodded urgently. "Mm-yes. Yes," he grunted, "I do."

"You wanna fill Mommy's pussy with your cum?" she asked him. "Is that what you want?"

He whimpered. "Yes," he said.

"Are you going to cum inside me, baby? You want to fill me up? Do you want me to help?" You could tell she was following Dad's lead. It was cute. Like they were like a team. Fucking their own progeny like true partners.

Seay's body shivered. He was so close. He nodded. "P-please, Mom. Yes. Please?"

"You want Mommy to cum, too, Seay? You want to make Mommy cum all over you? You wanna make me feel good?"

He nodded more, and faster.

"You wanna feel your Mom's cunt go all crazy happy on your cock?" she panted, her breath hot and heavy. "You wanna make my p-word cum and squirt all over you, baby?"

Seay's face was turning purple, his jaw locked, his neck straining.

"Fuck, I love how much you love my pussy, baby," Mom grunted. "I love you so much, baby boy."

Seay gasped. He had not known it, but Mom had been edging for some time now. Her pussy clenched, and released. Seay could feel the muscles in Mom's vagina working, squeezing. He felt her body heat up, felt the sweat dripping off her brow, felt the heat and wetness of her cunt. She began to pant more, to breathe in quicker, shallower breaths. Her pussy was spasming. And Seay was losing his goddamned mind, and also his control of his cock.

"F-ffuck," he stammered, his hands on her hips, gripping them for dear life. "M-M-mmm-"

Mom started cumming. It felt like a dam broke, a flood of wetness, of gushing, squirting wetness. He felt the fluid gushing over him. It splashed on his balls, his thighs, his abdomen. He had never felt anything so wonderful in all his life. Mom was so hot. So wet and warm and slippery and good. His cock throbbed and pulsed inside her. Mom came, and Seay's cock spurted and sprayed and filled her womb full of cum. They both climaxed together, Mom's pussy clenching on him and milking his cock for everything he had, everything he was, everything he ever would be. Mom's body spasmed, and she squirted all over Seay's belly. And he moaned and thrust his pelvis into hers and pumped her pussy full of his sticky, warm jizz.

Mom collapsed onto him. He was still cumming. But Mom had come and was done. She purred into his ear and lay there on top of him while he continued to pump the rest of his semen up inside of her.

He had cum inside of Mom. And he had cum hard. Mom was an intense lover. Mind-altering. Heart-pounding. No wonder Dad was always going on about how lucky he was he found her. Seay felt lucky, now, too. They were the luckiest guys in the world.

The two couples lay in each other's arms for a long time afterward. Mom and Seay drew geometric lines on each other's skin. They could hear Dad and Tracy whispering on the couch to one another, snorting and snickering every so often. But when either of them asked what was funny, Tracy would just say "Your butt!" or blow a raspberry at them, and then she and Dad would share a chuckle over it before going back to snuggling and ignoring Mom and Seay.

"Seay, sweetie?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you happy?"

"Sure," Seay shrugged.

Mom suddenly stopped caressing him, and sat up on an elbow so she could look at him better. "Sure?!" she scoffed. "I beg your pardon?"

"I mean, I've been happier," he snorted, enjoying Mom's indignation, "s'all I'm saying."

"Uh-huh," Mom frowned, narrowing her gaze at him. "When?"

"Easy," Seay smirked, "about three minutes ago. When you were telling me how much you wanted me to cum inside you."

Mom's face fell. She blinked blankly at her son. And then slowly, deliberately, the corner of her mouth tilted upward.

"You want to take me for another spin?" she asked slyly.

Seay nodded, and wiggled his eyebrows at her.

Mom shook her head in mock disappointment. "Teenagers," she groaned.

Dad and Tracy both turned their heads toward the living room floor. Mom and Seay had apparently beaten them back to the starting line.

But then Mom reached out, and put a hand on Tracy's ankle. She tugged Tracy's leg, and made the girl drop her leg, so that Mom could bring it to her face and nuzzle it, and kiss it, and massage it.

"Hmm'kay?" Tracy cooed. She squirmed in Dad's lap. "Um. Mom?" Mom was kissing her way up Tracy's thigh.

"Seay, sweetheart?" she lifted her rump, shifting into a kind of all fours position, but perched now on the edge of the sofa, very much up in her daughter's business. She wagged her butt at him. Her pussy sort of winked and drooled his own cum at him as he stared, transfixed. "If you want?"

Dad was grinning at Seay, his cock flexing back into life between him and Tracy, his hand squeezing and massaging her ass as he strained to process how envious Mom was making him. "I mean," he said, "I still get to call you mine at the end of the day, right?"

Seay gawked from Dad, to Mom - ignoring Tracy in between, who was making a face at him, mocking his stupefaction.

"Clark, why don't you go ahead and grab the lube?"

"Huh? Oh, sure," Dad shrugged amicably. "Where is it?"

"I left it over there. Behind Seay."

"Ah, I see," Dad said, and gave Mom a curious look. "I'll just... grab it then."

He hoisted Tracy up, slid himself out from underneath, and then set her back down in front of Mom's face. He lowered his daughter's feet onto Mom's back. "Cross your legs," he told her, and helped her cross her legs across Mom's upper back. "I promise you're going to like this."

"Oh, I already know," Tracy giggled eagerly. "Mommy gave me lickies yesterday."

"Oh, okay," Dad said. He stood upright and processed this news. Yesterday, huh. This information would maybe require a follow-up. But for right now, he went and grabbed the tube of lube.

"Got it," he said, and brought it back to Mom.

"No silly," Mom smirked. "It's for you."

"For me?" Dad blinked.

"So you don't hurt the poor boy?" Mom giggled, as if this should have been obvious to Dad.

"You mean -? You want me to -? While he's already -?"

Mom shrugged coyly, and took a deep heady sniff of her daughter's hot, cum-fucked pussy odor.

Dad grinned. His heart pounded in his chest. His palms began to sweat.

Mom leaned down and planted her nose in the space between her daughter's vulva and anus. "You want to watch your Daddy shove his big hard cock in your brother's ass while I make you cum?"

"Yes," Tracy whispered. Her face was red. Her body was trembling.

"Seay, baby?" Mom clenched her cunt muscles on her son's speechless, throbbing, suddenly extremely self-conscious cock. "You want to feel what it's like when Daddy fucks someone he loves very, very much?"

"I... uh," Seay stammered, and looked up at his father. He'd been fucked by his father's fingers before, sure, but this -?

"It's okay, hon," Mom whispered to him, her eyes reassuring. "I want you to know what it's like. It's wonderful. It'll make you cum so, so much, baby."

"O-okay?" Seay gulped. "And if it hurts -?"

"It will," Mom assured him, and kissed him tenderly on the hand. Then she gave his hand to Dad. "Give him your cock," Mom urged Dad. "Let him get you all nice and slippery." Then she lowered her voice, and beckoned Seay's ear to her so only Seay could hear her: "Then help him put it inside you, Seay." Seay felt a shiver run up his spine. He reached for Dad. He grabbed his Dad's hard cock in both his hands. And he squeezed. He could feel his father's heartbeat pulsing in the veins of his cock. The thump-thump of his big friendly heart. It made Seay smile. Bravely, foolishly.

"Lube," Dad said, and squirted some into Seay's hand. Seay began to lather Dad's penis with it. It felt weird. Weird and good. He felt his asshole pucker in anticipation. Dad chuckled, and touched Seay's face. "You ready, big man?"

"I - just do it," Seay shook his head and nodded curtly.

"Here we go," Dad chuckled. "You just relax. It's easier if you don't fight. But it will probably hurt a little at first. You might not even be able to enjoy it this time."

"I'm good," Seay insisted, clenching up, his asshole twitching.

"You don't have to prove anything to me, kid. Just let me fuck you. Okay?" He snorted. "And you just focus on fucking my wife, okay?"

"Sounds fair," Seay muttered. He gulped. He nodded.

"Okay," Dad nodded back. Dad took aim, and pushed his head against Seay's hole. Tracy was moaning from her perch on Mom's mouth, her pelvis humping into Mom's face as she slurped and tongued the cummy goop and gak out of her quim. Dad had left a proper mess.

"G-ahhh," Seay choked.

Dad was in him, up to his balls. It shocked the wind out of him. It was big. It was thick. And it had not yet begun to move.

"F-fuhhh -" Seay gasped.

"You okay?" Dad panted.

"I'm, uh," Seay grunted. His face contorted in an effort to keep his dignity.

"It's okay. Just give it time. Relax, Seay. Just breathe, okay?" Dad smiled and took a deep breath, and showed Seay. Seay tried. Dad squirted a bit more lube onto Seay's sphincter, and rubbed it all around the boy's throbbing, stretched-out ring. He then also began pulling gently out, and out, letting the lube glaze his cock as his son grunted and groaned almost exactly the same as if he were emptying his bowels the usual way. Then he fucked his way right back in, this time freshly lubricated, and while it was still a wildly tight fit, it did go in much smoother.

"Ohhhh," Seay whimpered.

"Seay, baby, focus on me. Feel me. Do you feel that?"

Mom's voice. Mom. He looked down. Her cunt. She had a pussy. A beautiful, pretty pussy. It was all wet, and shiny, and... his cock was inside it. His cock was inside Mom's cunt. And she was flexing and clenching her strong, nurturing cunt muscles on his hard cock.

Mom. Her face was covered in Tracy's creamy p-word lather. And Dad's cum. And she was smiling at him.

"We love you," she promised him, "so much."

"I - I know."

"Daddy's going to let loose now, okay? But I want you to let loose, too. I want you to fuck me, baby. Okay? Can you fuck Mommy while Daddy fucks you? Can you do that?"

"Uh huh."

"Do it. Don't think about it. Do it. Don't wait for him to do it first. I know it will hurt, and I know it will be scary. I know, I know. But you can do it."

Seay looked at Dad, who nodded encouragingly. "Yeah," he said. He grabbed hold of Mom's hips. He gripped them tightly, his fingertips sinking into her ass cheeks. He held onto her. He began to pull out. Readying to ram back in. Preparing to cut loose - at his mother's insistence. As he backed out, he backed into Dad.

"There you go, big man," Dad chuckled. "That's my boy. Oh-ffh, you are TIGHT!" Dad had to stop himself. He was about to blow. Seay was pulling himself almost all the way out of Mom, and onto Dad. Then he was thrusting his hips forward and into her again. Dad thrusted with him. He matched the boy's pace. He fucked him, and pounded Seay into Mom with his thrusts.

"Mommy, yes, yes!" Tracy moaned. "Fuh-RICK!"

Tracy was grinding her p-word into Mom's tongue, humping her old lady face like she humped her pillow, or her hand, or her old favorite toy stuffed elephant. Mom's face was her NEW favorite toy. Mom's face, and Mom's tongue, and later, for sure, Mom's pussy. Ooo, how Tracy wanted to sixty-nine with her hot stupid Mom. But Mom's slutty old p-word was currently occupied.

"Oh, Seay baby, C-Clark," Mom whimpered, and she started to shake. "I can f-feel b-both of you. P-pushing. P-pushing into m-me."

Dad grinned, and he watched as Seay's whole body blushed. Dad bent over, bit down on Seay's neck, and started truly fucking the boy's brains out. His nostrils flared. His vision narrowed. He focused on his son's pleasure. He could smell it, if he really zeroed in on it. He could smell his boy's asshole. He could smell the lube. He could smell their oniony man sweat. He could smell how much - so much - he wanted to fuck his own kid silly.

Then Lacy's cunt odor wafted up at him, and it stoked his animal heat, driving him to want to pulverize, subjugate, and impregnate - his son. Dad went all but blind. He went fucking bananas on Seay. Seay screamed and hollered how Dad was going to tear something open inside of him, rupture something, make him bleed to death internally. Mom was fucking him, too, though, now - actively grinding backwards against him, helping him fuck her, clenching and squeezing his cock as it drilled in and out of her.

Tracy's happy, sparky p-word stink was all over Mom's back. Seay rubbed Mom's back, licked his hand, and tasted his sister's brain-zapping juices. A sort of peculiar clarity came over him. He watched his sister, writhing with her crotch crammed halfway down Mom's esophagus, her hands clawing at the woman's head. He smiled at the sight of her feeling so good. He really, really did love to see her happy. It was a happier feeling for him than even his own happiness could make him. It peaked higher, lasted longer. As she came again, she squirted directly into Mom's throat, coating the woman's insides this time, instead of her backside.

Seay didn't need any more coaxing. Dad was in some kind of trance, fucking him so hard it was hard not suspect he was trying to hurt him. His ass hurt. It hurt a lot. Even his g-spot was begging for a breather. But here he was, sweating and panting and fretting his way to orgasm all the same. "FffuuhhHHHHCKkkk," Seay holler-groaned, spittle spritzing from his teeth, and misting Mom's back.

Dad came first, inside of Seay's ass. Seay couldn't really feel it, except how Dad stopped deep, deep inside him, and gripped him tight by the waist. Seay tried to feel his innards fill with cum. He really wanted to feel it. But everything was throbbing and screaming for mercy back there. He couldn't feel whatever soft sweet sensation getting cummed in was supposed to elicit.

Mom reached back and grabbed Seay's wrists. She went rigid. Her cunt muscles hardened to stone on his cock. His semen sprayed out and splashed Mom's cervix. Mom's pussy spasmed around Seay's dick, and she gushed her own funky Mom-flavored cum all over Seay's groin, spraying and marking him with her scent. She grunted and came and squirted, and like Seay, barely felt the cum spilling into her own frazzled, slap-happy innards.

Tracy was reliving the last minute over and over on fast-forward in her mental theater, as she reclined, uncrossed her legs from Mom's sweaty back, and let herself turn to pudding in her own mess on the sofa. Her orgasm had begun in such a slow and gentle wave, perfectly uplifting, but then it had risen up and up and up, dizzyingly high, so that from the tippytop of the orgasm she fell and fell for what felt like several seconds through a perfect vacuum of glisteningly pure bliss, before she crashed, and splattered, and flooded, and smashed, and possibly even did some violence to her mother's poor face - but oof, worth it, sorry. Tracy had cum so MUCH, and so fricking HARD. She couldn't wait to go again. Whenever her bones reaglommerated.

And then everyone had finished, and everyone was breathing and sighing, and groaning, and chuckling, and sighing some more. Dad pushed himself to a stand. He wobbled a little on his hind legs. Then he remembered how to be a biped. And he helped Seay uncork from his wife's behind. And he helped the boy, too, wobble up onto his hind legs. And they went to shower together, and took turns under the hot spray, getting clean. Then they got dry, and went back into the living room to sit around in the buff while Mom and Tracy went and had their turn in the shower.

"You guys better not have used up all the hot water," Tracy grumbled at Seay.

"Come along, dear," Mom beckoned.

Seay snickered at Tracy, being dragged away like a little girl.

"And Seay, honey?" Mom paused, and smiled coolly at him. "If you wouldn't mind cleaning up your sister's mess?"

"Ha!" Tracy cackled, and smacked her bare ass at him. Her butt meat jiggled. His cock twitched. "Yeah! I made it NICE and messy for you!"

"And do really get in there," Mom added, tugging firmly now at Tracy's wrist. "I believe your sister may have peed a little."

"MOMmm," Tracy yelped, and went pink. "You said you WOULDN'T."

"Let's go missy," Mom insisted, and when Tracy resisted, she let go. She left her daughter standing there, glaring at her fantastic ass as it swayed away from her. Even just Mom's walk was intimidating, once you really let yourself start noticing such things about her. Mom called back to Tracy from the bedroom doorway. "Are you coming? Or may I go use up the rest of the hot water?"

Tracy stamped her foot, rolled her eyes, and begrudgingly left her Dad and brother to themselves in the front room.

"She really is something, isn't she?" Dad admitted to his son.

"The hottest girl I've ever, like, actually known personally," Seay agreed.

"After your mother, of course."

"Uhm. Right."

"Or let's call it a tie."

"If that's what you need to tell yourself."

"Says the boy who just -!"

"Dad," Seay grabbed Dad's thigh seriously. Dad's cock fidgeted. "I'm still, like, digesting that particular fact? Among others? If you could just lay off, that'd be like very fucking appreciated."

"Rrright," Dad said. He wrestled the urge to call his own son a motherfucker. And golly, how he wanted to exact unending vengeance on the boy who had just cuckolded him not twenty minutes earlier. Who had had the audacity to say HE was the one who needed to 'digest' the 'particular fact' of his having fucked Lacy right in front of him.

But, "Fair enough," was all Dad said. And somehow, he left it at that.

***

After dinner, Tracy asked if anyone was still feeling the drugs. Seay was not. Mom was not. Dad had a hangover of sorts, but was not otherwise feeling the drugs.

"So then?" she cocked her head at Mom. "Shall we?"

"What, take another dose? This late in the day? No ma'am," Mom scoffed. "If we wish to continue having our fun, we may do so sober."

"Oof," Seay slouched.

"Oof?" Dad frowned.

Seay blushed. "I just mean, um," he faltered as all six of his family's eyes turned to him. "It might get weird now. Is all."

"Weird how?" Dad asked.

"Weird like incest," Tracy answered.

"I mean," Seay shrugged when headachy attention stayed fixed on him, "yeah. What she said."

"Oh, so it was the drugs all along, huh?" Dad squinted. "That's all this boils down to?"

"Yup!" Tracy clapped once, and laughed.

"Honey?" Mom laid a soft hand on Seay's. "You want to take a break from any further festivities?"

"By festivities she means sex with us," Tracy clarified. Under the table, she toed at her brother.

He gazed around the table at the faces of his mother, sister, and father. He now knew, and suspected he would never forget, what it both looked and felt like to stick his cock in each and every one of their mouths. Tracy's was eager and tonguey. Mom's was lush and vocal. Dad's was intense and vacuum-tight. And yet here, too, was a fleck of parsley on Mom's left canine. Dad's five o'clock shadow was looking coarse. And right on cue, Tracy loosed a belch, loudly, proudly.

"'Scuse me!" she said sweetly afterward.

"Listen," Dad said, and waited until he had his family's undivided attention. Tracy needed to squeeze in one more eye roll, but then they were all three listening. "I say we ditch the rest of the drugs. We don't need them. Kids, you're grown now. About to head off to college. So I say we should be adults. Adults who can make their own decisions. Right? So if either of you two don't want to, we don't. We don't have to. We can do whatever, or nothing at all. And I'm perfectly happy doing nothing at all. Just so you know. Whatever you decide is okay. I'm your dad. You never want to touch me again? It'll make me sad, but as the man who loves you most on this earth I'd readily respect that wish. Alternatively, if you just want me to go down on you, or whatever? That's fine, too. But my main thing is this. The drugs were just to help us get to here. Where we go next is entirely on us as a family. It's on me. It's on your mother. It's on each of you. You read me?"

Seay and Tracy glanced at each other, then back to their father. They nodded.

Mom, too, nodded. And then, she was crying.

Dad frowned, and held out his arms to her. He pulled her in, and hugged her.

Seay and Tracy also scooted their chairs up close, and joined the hug.

When they let go, Tracy was crying, too. "I'm going to miss you stupid dorks!" she spat. And she made them all hug again.

The hug got a little kissy. Nuzzly. Steamy. And finally Mom suggested they move to the bedroom.

The foursome stumbled into bed, and piled in a heap of naked limbs.

Mom laid back on the pillows and watched her children, her babies, making out and sucking on one another. Dad, too, was watching. She reached down and stroked his cock.

His hand was already between her legs. His middle finger was working her clitoris.

She kissed his cheek.

He kissed her earlobe.

They were watching their kids. They were going to watch their kids fuck, and meanwhile fuck each other. The whole idea of it made their blood pump faster. Their hearts raced. Mom could hear Dad's, thumping like a drum. And he could feel hers, fluttering. Their hands were frantic. His, massaging her swollen pussy lips. Hers, stroking his thick, rigid cock.

Seay's and Tracy's hands were all over one another, too, and their tongues were wrestling. Their bodies were pushing and sliding together, and their crotches were rubbing.

"Tracy, you're so fucking wet," Seay breathed.

"Right?" she snickered. "So fricking put it insiiide me already."

"Okay," Seay shrugged, and shoved his hard cock right up inside his sister.

Dad's finger plunged inside Mom. He hooked it, and pulled her forward.

"C-Clark-" she gasped, her pelvis jerking.

Seay was thrusting and fucking his sister's hot, juicy pussy. His cock was instantly soaked, his crotch sloshing.

Tracy's body was squirming.

"Yessss," she urged, "fuck my fricking p-word."

Dad was fingering Mom, his fingers pumping her vagina. Her breasts were shaking. Her mouth was open, her breath coming in short, rapid pants.

Seay was panting, too, and his balls were slapping Tracy's ass.

"H-hey Seay baby?"

"M-Mom?"

"I-is it okay if-f I talk a little dirty r-right now?"

"YES?" Tracy squeed, and Seay felt his sister's pussy clench and squirt a gush of hot juices.

Mom giggled. She was blushing, but she was grinning, too.

"Well," she smirked, "it's just that I really w-want to suck your cock right now."

"Um, excuse me?" Tracy's face fell - at least, as much as it could while she was still being thoroughly pounded by her brother. "Y-you want to steal him AG-Gain?!"

Mom kissed her cheek. She reached down and squeezed Tracy's left breast, and gave the nipple a playful tug.

"I mean," Mom said, "if you'll share some more."

"H-how, exactly, would we even-?"

"Oh, you know. We can all get a little closer. Get a little comfortable."

Mom climbed on top of Tracy, but facing Seay.

"Can you snack on my pussy while I suck your brother's cock, sweetheart?"

Tracy frowned, but only for as long as it took her to really take in the offer of Mom's cummy happy p-word on her face, then she broke into a grin and nodded.

Mom and Seay shifted their weight, and Mom's crotch was directly above Tracy's face.

"Do it," Tracy snapped. "Fuck my fricking face, it's licky time!"

"I'm not sure I love the language," Dad grunted, grinning despite himself. "But I'm not about to tell any of you to stop."

Mom rolled her hips, humping her hot, squishy cunt into her daughter's waiting mouth. Seay's cum had mostly already dribbled out, but Tracy could convince herself she tasted it. Loved it. Savored the sheer strangeness of where it was.

Or wait. Sheer *normalcy, rather. Frick.

Mom was now holding Seay's cock. She was kissing his tip and licking it at the very same time that Tracy was lapping and suckling at her clit. This tickled her to her maternal core. This and how Seay's cock reeked of Tracy's pussy. Mom loved it. Mom loved it!

"Fuck my mouth," she said to Seay.

Seay pushed his dick past her lips.

"Fuck," he grunted.

"Mmmff," Mom moaned. She was riding her daughter's tongue. She was tongueing her boy's cock.

"Fu-ck," Dad breathed. Tracy was sucking on his wife's clit, slurping and and moaning like a whore-in-training.

"Clark?"

"Yeah, Lace?"

"Which of our kids do you want to fuck right now?"

"Ah-h," Dad just about fell out of bed at the bluntness of the question, "ex-xcuse me?"

"Which one? Seay or Tracy?"

"Do they get a say in this?"

"Mmmff-pick me, Daddy!" Tracy pleaded from behind Mom. "I want to get fucked by my Daddy while I eat my Mommy's pussy!"

"Hey," Seay chuckled heartily, even as Mom tugged and jerked at his spit- and cunt-slick erection. "Y-you said pussy."

"Lace, you know, hon. Tracy looks hungry. And, ah, delicious. So, uh." Dad fondly considered his daughter's writhing nudity. Then he considered his son's adorable adult butt cheeks.

"Daaaaddy!"

"Tracy," Mom sighed. "Your Daddy isn't sure if he wants to fuck you or Seay. Give him a sec."

Tracy's pussy was positively pink. The girl was dripping onto the bedsheets.

"Okay," he gulped, and climbed up behind Seay, between her legs. "Come here, my horny little slut."

To make way for Dad, Seay had to sort of waddle-straddle his way up Tracy's torso, and ultimately stand up on the mattress (for the second time today in this very same bed and for the very same reason) so that Mom could keep sucking and licking and kissing Tracy's stink off his cock.

"Yes, Daddy! VERY correct choice! Fucking FRICK meee!"

Dad rubbed his cock against his daughter's vulva. "You are just gushing, Tracy. You're a hot mess."

"You looove it!" she squeed, and slathered Mom's groin with her unbelievably happy tongue. Dad watched her do this. And Tracy loved him watching.

So then Tracy reached up and found Seay's balls and fondled and petted them with her palm, even as Mom continued to jerk the boy off into her panting, cooing mouth.

Seay was doing his best to keep up with all that was suddenly co-occurring. He was watching Mom suction her cheeks around his glans and pump his shaft; he was watching Dad push his cockhead through his sister's puffy pussy folds; and he was watching Tracy suckle Mom's crinkly pink labia and mewl like a kitten as Dad's shaft disappeared inside her.

"Oh, fuck," Seay gulped. "Dad, you're -"

"Yes, I am," Dad grunted, his hips grinding.

Dad grabbed Tracy's ankles in the air. His cock was deep, deep inside his daughter. She was tight as a fist.

Mom was feasting on Seay's cock like a starving woman. Emphatically, with gluttonous, unself-conscious relish. Seay could smell her exuberant exhalations. Her breath was hot with his sister's juices, his own precum, and the oniony aftertaste of the subway sandwich she'd had for dinner. Fucking Vinnie's never smelled so good.

Tracy was whimpering, and gasping, and moaning. She was sucking on Mom's clit, and licking her pussy lips, and nibbling her inner thigh, and then she was tonguing her mom's asshole, and sucking her clit, and then she was biting her thigh again, and then her butt cheek.

"Tracy, honey, stop it," Mom panted.

"I just wanna taste every inch of you," Tracy insisted, her voice muffled, her nose full of her mom's butt.

Mom's eyes went wide as Tracy's tongue wiggled its way into her rectum.

"T-Tracy!" Mom cried, and she came. She came with a force that startled everyone in the room. Her cunt squirted, and her juices splattered everywhere.

"Woah," Dad chuckled.

It was an ecstatic climax. Mom shook like she was being electrocuted. Seay's blowjob abruptly stopped. She managed to tilt her head up and murmur an apology to him. Then she collapsed, and rolled herself over onto her back.

"M-Mom?" Seay stammered.

"That was intense," Mom panted. "Oh good heavens."

"Mmf," Tracy agreed, licking her lips. "Yummy."

"Fuck. T-Trace, sweetheart, y-you naughty monkey yoi," Dad hissed, "I-I'm about to cum."

"I WANT you to cum," Tracy groaned.

"Shhhit," Dad spluttered. He felt his balls swelling. Locking. Cocking. Preparing to blow.

"No, WAIT," Tracy cackled, and she pushed her feet against Dad's chest, and kicked him away.

His cock popped out, and was slick and shiny with her wetness.

"Do it on me! Do your cummy all over me! And THEN," she poked Mom in the ribs, and Mom barely even giggled, "you guys lick it up!" She poked Seay too for good measure.

"Wha-?"

"You and Bro-Bro! L-lick Daddy's cum! Off my sw-sweaty! D-disgusting! B-body!" she sang as she rubbed her clit with blistering vigor.

It was too late to deliberate. Dad was jacking off over Tracy's squirming, panting abdomen. She made horny, giddy, cum-on-me eyes at Dad. She fingered herself, her pelvis convulsing maniacally. And Dad erupted.

Seay had never seen a man cum so much, so forcefully. First it was like a volcano, spewing lava. Then it was like a hose, spraying jizz. It was unreal, the sheer volume of pearly white goo he was practically pissing onto his baby girl. And he'd had a vasectomy?! What on earth had his orgasms looked like BEFORE?

"Y-you're gonna clean that up," Dad stammered, throwing a forceful look at Seay even as cum still oozed and dribble out of him and all over Tracy's tummy. "And you too, babe," he winked at Mom.

"Dibs on her tits," Mom slurred, and stuck a woozy finger in the air. "I love. Her little tits."

Dad appraised his daughter's cum-strewn topography. There was cum dripping down her throat, Jackson Pollocking her entire chest, and pooling around her navel. As the girl continued to finger herself, some of the cum wobbled, slid, dribbled off of her and onto the sheets. Dad snorted and put a hand to Tracy's hip bone, telling her with a touch and a look to quit moving too much. "Yeah Lace, how about you get everything from here up?" And he pointed at roughly Tracy's solar plexus.

Mom nodded up at him and started the slow, laborious effort of sitting up.

"And Son, you get her lower half. Starting here," He directed Seay's gaze to the shimmery stripes of glaze all over Tracy's abs. "Oh, and here, let me just -," and Dad made sure to wipe the last few globs of his cum off his bright red glans onto Tracy's blissfully pink, hellaciously wet vulva. "For dessert," he chortled. Tracy shuddered as he did this and, while she tried to keep her body still, only sped up her violent clit-rubbing.

"OhmygodDaddyIfrickingLOVEyou," Tracy whined through another teenage orgasm. She squirted a little onto the covers between Dad's knees. Dad wiped some of the last smeary droobles of cum and pussy juice off his cock onto his fingers, and then stuck those fingers in Tracy's mouth. And at that, she moaned like an absolute slut for Daddy, and rode out the last few twists and turns of her rollicking final orgasm suckling Daddy's fingies like a fricking cum-slick binky.

Her own fingers slowed, and her eyes fluttered shut. She sighed and pulled Dad's fingers out of her mouth. She waved night-night, and drifted off to never never land.

Mom, meanwhile, was sucking Tracy's left tit. Tracy's nipple was big and hard and dark pink. Mom's tongue circled Tracy's areola. And Seay watched his mother lick and kiss and suck up all of his father's semen off his sister's naked breast.

"Hey," Dad playfully whacked him on the head, "get to it. While the gettin's good."

Seay snorted, nodded at Dad, and began by sticking his tongue into Tracy's cum-filled belly button. He scooped and licked, and kissed and suckled. Dad's cum smelled fucking good. It stung the nostrils, but hooked the brain. It stirred up Seay's thoughts, so all he could think was a gibberish mix of 'Dad,' 'me,' 'cum.' He licked Tracy's peach fuzzy stomach until there was no flavor of Dad remaining.

Then his mouth trailed downward. He could feel his sister's heat, her warmth, and her wetness almost before he got to it - like how one can smell and feel the lake breeze before one sees it appear through the trees. He could smell his twin sister's hand as it caressed his cheek. And he could smell her p-word, weary from its workout. Her teenage musk was hotter, more aggressive than normal, almost violent to inhale. He kissed her salty, sweaty, piping hot crotch, and felt his sister shudder and sigh. He lapped at her pussy lips. She tasted sweet and sour inside. Sour like vinegar, and sweet like... a mischievous giggle, a toe under the table, a bowlful of Trix. He loved how roundly good Tracy tasted with Dad's savor flavoring her juices.

Huh. He finally got the appeal of sprinkling salt on watermelon. There was something so refreshingly funky about -

"Whmmmfl?!"

Suddenly, Dad had shoved Seay's head from behind, pressing him hard into Tracy's groin.

Tracy gasped, laughed, and locked her legs around her brother's head, helping Dad lodge the poor cum-eater in there. Seay snorted and shook, but ultimately capitulated. He was soon lapping and suckling his sister's vagina like a man possessed. Tracy squealed and moaned and humped his face.

And Mom was watching them, and watching Dad watch. Mom was sucking Tracy's boobs, and watching Dad force Seay to pleasure her.

Seay's tongue was probing the ringshaped entrance of his sister's pussy. Her clitoris was practically up his nostril.

Dad's cock was pushing at Seay's asshole, and then Dad was pushing, too, and shoving his way inside.

"Fffuhhkkk," Seay groaned.

"Fuck," Tracy echoed, her voice trembling, her body shuddering.

"Oh god, yes," Mom hissed, and she retook her seat atop Tracy's face. "Clark, make him fuck her. I want to see you fuck him while he fucks her."

"G-golly," Dad grunted. "Yeah, I think we can m-manage -" he grabbed Seay around the middle and hoisted him up, his cock still deep inside his boy's rectum, and then repositioned him so that his cock, almost like an extension of his own, could slide effortlessly into Tracy's pussy.

As he did so, though, Tracy let loose a loud and guttural groan. She grabbed her own knees, and held them tightly.

Mom frowned, and glanced down. She was sitting right on Tracy's mouth. She helped hold Tracy's knees. Tracy let go, and instead held Mom's ass. She licked her mother's asshole. Mom smiled, and ground her pussy against her daughter's face.

"Oh, yes, honey, eat Mommy's tasty asshole. Clean her up."

Dad was humping, his cock pushing and pulling, his hips pistoning his boy's body into and out of Tracy's pussy. Tracy was getting a little sore, and a little raw. She was whimpering with mingled laughter and tears.

"Cum in her," Dad growled at Seay. He bit the boy's head. "Cum in your sister."

"O-only if you cum in me first," Seay smirked, and back-humped into Dad, impaling himself as deeply as possible.

"Y-yeah?" Dad snorted. "You like that? You like when Daddy cums inside you? Like when Daddy gets you all messy with his big hard cock, huh? Fuck, son, I love it, too. I love cumming inside your cute little ass. I love being inside you. I love the way you feel on me. The way you clench. The way you grip my dick and practically rip it off. Fuck me, son. Fuck my big hard cock."

And so Seay fucked him. He was riding Dad's cock, and fucking Tracy, and Tracy was licking Mom's asshole. And Mom was watching. And then Tracy was squirting, her juices spraying. And Seay was cumming. His balls tightened and he spurted, and his semen sprayed deep inside Tracy's vagina. Dad felt Seay's orgasm from inside him, and this sent him over the edge, too. He plunged deep-deep-deep into the boy's innermost innards, and injected him with hot, salty butt-cum.

Mom was grinding her ass against her daughter's face, her hands kneading Tracy's breasts. "I'm gonna piss for you, baby. Okay? Are you ready? You've been such a good little girl, I want to give you a nice bug tummy full of Mommy's love."

Tracy just squeaked, and squeezed Mom's ass cheeks.

Seay was watching Tracy's pussy clench, and his cum trickle out. It dripped down onto the sheets.

He pulled his softening cock out of his sister, and felt almost (that is, exactly) like he was taking an accidental shit as he felt Dad pull his hard cock out of him, too. He even peeked behind himself, to make sure he wasn't actually loosing any stool onto his parents' bed. No - that hot, drippy liquid drooling out of his poor, screamingly tender anus wasn't fecal. Or rather, it *mostly* wasn't. Mostly, it was Dad's cum.

Dad stood, and his cock was a huge, glistening, throbbing rod. There were smears of white cum and stinky brown ick.

"Suck me," he ordered. "Clean me off."

Seay dropped to his knees, and did as his father instructed. He took Dad's cock in his mouth, and he sucked it, and licked it, and cleaned his father's dick of his filth. Would it make him sick later? He did not, could not, care. Dad had given him a clear directive.

"Here it comes, sweetheart," Mom warned Tracy, and relaxed her bladder. Her urine poured from her, splashing onto her daughter's face. Tracy gulped and swallowed. She gulped and swallowed, and her throat clicked.

She was gulping her mother's urine. Mom was peeing for her. And it tasted SO fricking... Tracy felt a twitch, a spasm, a jolt - in her pussy. She came. For some reason, she decided Mom's piss tasted like hot lake water. And for some even more confounding reason, this turned her very intensely on.

"Ohhh," Mom shivered, and blushed with pride as Tracy climaxed again underneath her. Still the woman pissed and pissed, emptying her full bladder into the girl's stomach.

Mom meanwhile giggled at Dad, who was looking down at Seay and watching in proud disbelief at how carefully, meticulously their germaphobe son licked his own shit off his old man's cock.

Tracy made a noise. Possibly complanatory? But, oh well.

"Sorry," Mom sighed down at the girl trapped beneath her, but she didn't let up. She couldn't just stop midstream. "I really needed to go." And on a smug, cum-drunk whim, she twisted her daughter's nipples. Tracy's hips jumped. Then she groaned admiringly, and kept chugging all that hot yellow piss straight from Mom's tap.

When her stream subsided, Mom sat back and let her daughter breathe. Tracy gasped, and choked. She swallowed again.

She felt a hot, tingly sensation. Her vagina was throbbing, and tingling, and aching. She had never felt this used before. She had never been so thoroughly fucked. And she wanted to be fucked more. Again and again and again. Her whole body was trembling.

"I feel like, um," she was shivering. Her teeth chattered. "I need to cum again. I'm still really close."

"Okay, sweetie," Mom beamed down at the pink-chinned girl between her thighs, "you earned it." Mom was looking at her with a mixture of sympathy and desire. She leaned forward, and kissed Tracy's soft, sweaty, stubbly pelvis. Then she fully laid down, leaving her stinky rear in Tracy's face for the girl to admire while she clit-sucked and finger-fucked her through yet another bombastic attack of girl-body pleasure.

Meanwhile, Dad and Seay were making out, and Seay was holding Dad's cock and stroking it. "Dad. I... I love you." "I know ya do, kid. I know it." "I want you hard again. I want you inside me." "W-well, keep doing what you're doing, a-and maybe we can squeeze in another good fuck before lights out." Was how they spoke to each other between kisses and bites and grunts and humps.

Mom and Tracy were moaning. Their bodies were writhing, and Mom's tongue was working a sort of magic on her daughter's clit.

Tracy was panting, and moaning, and her body was twitching, her legs quaking.

"I'm so close," she panted, "Mom, I'm going to - oh god -"

And Tracy came, and she came, and she came. She was cumming like a machine on the fritz. She spattered and kinked and juttered.

"Fuck, Mom!" she screamed. "Oh god, you're sucking me dry. It hurts. You're going to suck all the cum right out of me."

"Good," Mom grunted.

The family lost track of time. The sun went down. And the room went dark and quiet, except for the sound of two women panting, and the smell of sex and urine.

"You wet the bed," Dad mumbled, his arm around Mom and his face in her sweaty hair.

"I tried not to spill," Tracy said. "But you and Seay kept making the bed move."

"You did great, honey," Mom blushed, and touched her daughter's cheek. The kids were lower down, amid the tangle of their parents' legs. They were snuggling and being so fricking cute. She touched Seay's cheek, too. "You both did."

Dad kissed her neck. She stroked his chest.

"I have an idea," she whispered.

"Do tell."

"Tomorrow, let's have a nice, traditional breakfast."

"Like eggs?"

"Yes. Exactly like eggs. Let's make eggs. And bacon. And pancakes. And juice."

"Sounds lovely."

"And after, we can all go back to bed."

"Mmm."

"I just have a feeling we're all going to need the extra sleep."

"Mm."

"Clark?"

"Yeah?"

"I love our beautiful family," Mom squeed, and hugged him as tight as her poor tired arms would let her.

"Kids, would you be grossed out if your mother and I made love right now?"

"Not if I get to go next," Tracy smirked, craning her head to wink at Dad over the mound of his hairy belly.

"Me too," Seay said, kissing Mom on her stomach. God. Mom's skin was so warm and soft and salty. He kissed her again.

"I would love that, honey."

"Gosh, we're gross aren't we?"

"Hey now," Dad tutted. "One man's gross is another man's -"

"Normal," Tracy snickered, and she and Seay high-fived.

"Well, uh, sure, yes, okay," Dad blushed, and rolled his eyes. "Okay then. Lace, you want me on top, or you?"

"How about you? I should conserve my energy."

"Fair enough. Alright kids. Move."

"Uggh," Tracy groaned, "fine. Seay come on. I'm hungry. I need you to make a snack." She crawled off the bed, yanking Seay by the ankle to the floor. Thoroughly tuckered, Seay barely even reacted to being forcibly relocated to the carpet. Tracy giggled an apology and helped him stand back up. Then she dragged her brother with her out the bedroom door and to the kitchenette.

***

Seay couldn't sleep. Downstairs, Dad was fucking Tracy's brains out. His bellowing grunts and muffled commands, her raucous giggles and pornographic whimpers, the poor old bed's endlessly repetitive groans and creaks, all added up to a symphony of sleeplessness. Seay peered over at Mom's bed. The weary gal had zonked straight out. How he envied her - but now wait - where was she?

"Boo!" Mom whispered, sticking her head up over the side of his bed.

Seay startled. It wasn't that Mom was scary - quite the contrary - but he'd had nightmares exactly like this. Only Mom wasn't naked in the nightmares. And she definitely didn't kiss with tongue.

"Can't sleep?" she asked, smirking visibly even in the dark (Mom was fastidious about maintaining her pearly whites).

"They've been at it nonstop," Seay complained.

"That's Dad for you," Mom shrugged. "Tracy, too, I suppose."

"I thought you'd passed out, like, an hour ago?"

"I did. But I'm up now. Wanna sneak out for a swim?"

"Sneak...?" Seay rubbed his sleepy, unsleeping eyes.

"Just a quick dip with me? Come on. I promise to make it worth your while."

"Mom, it's after midnight. Can we swim in the morning?"

"Seamus. Come swim with me. This is our last summer at the cabin, and I want all the memories I can make."

"Geez," he yawned, stretched, and begrudgingly threw off his covers. He was back in his briefs. It had felt wrong to him to sleep fully nude. Overly naked. But now Mom frowned at his underwear, disapproving.

"You won't need those," she informed him. "Can I help?"

He dropped his legs out of the bed and let Mom help him tug the garment off. Then she brought them to her nose and inhaled deeply.

"Gosh, I could just eat you whole," she snarled, and sniffed them again. Then she tossed them away into the dark, patted him twice on his lap, and beckoned him to follow her to the ladder.

Mom's ass, on all fours, was an object worthy of worship.

The moon was full and bright, and the stars were sparkling. The lake water was cool, and calm, and smelled fresh and alive. Mom swam around, and Seay joined her. She splashed him, and he splashed her. And she swam out further. She was a very good swimmer. Seay swam after her. They were far from shore now, and Seay felt a little afraid, but also exhilarated.

Mom kissed him, and swam around him, and let him play with her body. Her skin was slippery and cool. Her mouth was hot. Her pussy was smooth and inviting, and slick with horny heat, but Mom told him to wait until they got back to shore. She promised to stay perfectly wet for him in the meantime.

So Seay floated on his back, and Mom floated too. Their faces floated above water, their bodies below. Mom reached and found Seay's hand underwater. They held hands and gazed up at the cosmos.

"Are you ready for college?" Mom whispered.

"Sure," Seay answered. "Or, well, I'm ready for the school part. I don't know about the rest."

"Oh?" Mom said.

"I'm trying not to think about it."

"Think about what?"

"... Leaving you. Tracy. Dad."

"Oh, sweetheart," Mom sighed, tears blurring the stars overhead. "You'll be fine. We're not going anywhere. Whenever you need us, we'll be right here waiting for you."

"It's just... look at us, you know? I feel like I'm in love, practically!" And it was clear, Seay was tearing up too. "With my own family! But... now I have to just stop? And leave you guys? And, what, go off to school and try to act like a perfectly normal, like, happy, non-heartbroken, non-incest-loving freshman?"

"Seay, baby?"

"What?"

"Please quit using that word. 'Incest.' It's ugly."

"Oh," Seay's backfloat faltered. He sort of nodded, but got lakewater up his nose. "S-sorry."

"Do you want to just stay home? Not go to college?"

"... Can I?"

"You could. It's not my decision to make, sweetheart."

"... No. I mean, obviously that sounds... like a dream. But I know I should go. I know I'll, like, adjust once I'm there."

"You might even meet a cute girl," Mom smirked, and squeezed Seay's hand playfully under the water. "And forget all about us."

"Sure," Seay sighed. "Or I was even kind of thinking I might... try guys?" Seay confessed.

"Oo," Mom cooed. "Guys are fun, too."

There was a beat. Water lapped their chins. Bats flapped in moonlight. Mom's hand stayed gripping his. Seay's sad tears had at some point turned into happy tears. They made the night sky look so, so lovely.

"Seay, honey? Do you want to swim back now?"

"Oh? Already?" Seay blinked.

"Uh-huh," Mom said, and Seay could hear the smirk on her lips.

"Oh," he blushed. "Yes. Yeah."

"Race ya!" Mom chirped, and splashed his unsuspecting face before tearing off at Olympic speed toward the cabin.

She was panting heavily, her breasts heaving just below the moonlit water, when Seay finally caught up to her on the boat launch. He stood further down the concrete ramp from her, deeper in the water, but at equal head height to her. He panted, too. They locked eyes. Mom giggled like it was funny how much she wanted to be fucked by her son, and Seay smiled like a nervous schoolboy.

Then Mom draped her arms over his shoulders, and pulled him in for a long, warm, tearjerker of a kiss. He pulled her in tight, pressing her breasts into his chest, gripping her ass and back and shoulders and hair. He squeezed and squeezed, and still felt the water between them.

She put her leg around him, then hoisted herself up, and put her other leg around him. Now her son was holding her while they kissed. It was easy! In the water, she buoyed. It was like making out on the moon. They didn't stop kissing, even as Mom backed herself up against the wall of the boathouse, and pushed her pelvis out into him.

Seay was kissing her neck. She tasted like Mom and home and lake water.

"Seay, sweetie," Mom breathed into his ear. His cock head was pressed against her vulva, and she was roaring hot, wet-feeling even under water. "You feel ready?"

Seay nodded, and positioned himself. She weighed nothing to him. And while one foot was slightly higher up than the other on the underwater ramp, he had solid footing.

Mom moaned, and her legs quivered. Seay was inside her in an instant, his cock pushing up deep into her eager cunt as punishingly easily as a hot dildo through warm butter.

He started humping, and her breasts slapped against his chest. She held him close, her breath hot on his neck. She gasped, gripped his shoulders. Then all at once, she sighed, and started grinding herself against her son. As she was practically weightless in the water, she had plenty of surplus energy she could contribute to the motherfucking effort.

Her vagina was slick and silky, and her clitoris was swollen and throbbing. Seay's cock was pushing and pulling and probing and thrusting. The water between them swished and swirled. Mom's toes were curling, and her back arched.

She moaned, and gasped. "Seay," she breathed, "you're making me cum, baby. I'm cumming for you, son."

"Yeah," he grunted.

"I love you, sweetheart."

"I love you too, Mom."

"You can cum in me, son. Please. You can cum in my pussy."

"Yeah?"

"Uh-huh," she nibbled his lip, tugged it with her teeth. "I want it."

"Okay," Seay blushed, and his humps accelerated.

"Fuck, I want you to cum, sweetheart. I want to make you cum so hard. Nnnn-j-just like you're making me cum. Oh god. Ohhh god."

"Y-yeah?" Seay panted. "You want me to cum in your pussy, Mom? You want to have a little baby with me?"

"Ffff-ff-fuuuuck," Mom whined, and bit her son's lakewatery shoulder to keep from saying 'yes, please.'

And he was cumming. Mom was letting him cum inside her. Her vagina was pulsating, squeezing his cock, milking it. And his cum was pumping, and squirting, and spilling inside her. He fantasized about getting his own mother pregnant. He imagined her swollen belly. He pictured how painfully beautiful it would be to fuck his own pregnant mother. And as he emptied his balls into Mom's womb, he sent up a silent prayer to a God he didn't even fully believe in:

{Please, Lord, let me have a baby with Mom. I know she's on the pill. I know you don't love incest. I know I'll go to Hell for it. But I love her. She loves me. And I want to make a baby with her.}

{And also Tracy.}

{Amen.}

"Yes, yes," Mom breathed. "Yes, Seay, oh god, baby, yes. That's it. I'm cumming, I'm cumming."

"I love you, Mom," Seay said. "S-so much. I want to make you pregnant. I want - I waaant -?!" his voice fluttered up high as Mom stuck an un-lubed finger up his butt in mid-sentence. Water was a terrible lubricant! And it hurt amazingly. She jammed her digit up there and started fingerbanging his prostate, coaxing still further, more stultifying orgasms out of him - and into her.

"Oh, g-god," she whimpered, and collapsed against him. "K-keep going, babe. Keep going. Fill me up. Give Mommy your bestest, best-best loving."

As Seay's orgasm subsided, the emptying-out feeling inside him as instantly refilled with intense, buoyant, moonlit love for his one and only (freakishly beautiful) Mom. And even as he couldn't stop his cock from starting to deflate, he continued to plow it into her, as much as he could. The water between their two bodies, and between her body and the boathouse, sloshed and rippled, and lapped around them like the tides.

"Nnn-ff-fuh-huh-huck," Mom hissed, and Seay felt a splash of warmth on his thigh in the cool water, as if she had peed a little.

"D-did you -? Again?"

"Baby, sweetheart," Mom clawed at his hair, gnawed on his neck, "I lost count how many times I've cum for you. M-my body is just... it just SO loves fucking you. I - I'm sorry if that sounds - or if that's - oh, fuck, who am I kidding? You like it, right?"

Seay humped deep into her one last time by way of confirmation. She was so weightless in the water. He could hold her, and fuck her, forever in this position.

If only the wall of the boathouse wasn't starting to kind of chafe Mom's poor back.

"I guess what I'm trying to say," Mom beamed, and kissed Seay on the neck where she'd accidentally left a bite mark, "is you're a damn good lover. And I'm proud of you."

"I did pretty good, huh?"

Mom laughed loud, filling the night with her beautiful happiness. Then, she kissed her son, and pulled his deflating cock out of her, and let herself slide down into the water. She took a deep breath, and went under. Seay watched his mom as she disappeared, and the surface of the water calmed. Then, she shot up, gasping, spraying water and laughter into the night.

When they swam back, Seay helped her up onto the dock.

"Seay," Mom panted. She was smiling, and her eyes were wide. Her cheeks were flushed. She looked like a teenager, a real teen, not just a mom who had been fucked and filled by her own son.

"Mom," he said. She helped him up out of the water. They shivered together on the dock. Mom stood close to him, wet hair clinging to her, and he wrapped her in a warm, clammy hug.

Seay followed Mom back up and into the cabin. They left a trail of glistening footprints across the wooden deck.

The family room was lit by moonlight.

Tracy was sprawled across one sofa, asleep. Dad was snoring soundly on the other. From the bathroom could be heard the swooshing thumping of a full load of bedclothes being washed. Mom led Seay into the bathroom and shut the door before turning on the light. She began to run a shower.

They kissed and hugged and soaped each other down, then toweled each other dry and kissed and hugged some more.

"Want a blowjob?" Mom asked, smirking at the sleepy boy.

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, please," Seay rolled his eyes.

And Mom dropped to her knees.

Seay watched himself get fellated by his mother in the bathroom mirror. Her head bobbed. Her breasts bounced and swayed. Her mouth was tight, her cheeks sucked in, her face a mask of horny concentration. She looked up at him sometimes and smiled with her eyes at him. He was fully hard for her, his cock throbbing with lifelong affection, his balls churning with blind faith that even if he got this woman pregnant everything would be okay. Mom was moaning, her eyelids fluttering, her eyes rolling back. And that was how Seay realized he was cumming.

Seay clutched Mom's freshly shampooed head, while she milked him into her mouth. He squinted through fresh tears at his reflection as he climaxed. This was a face only Mom could make him make.

Mom looked up at him. She opened her mouth, and let her tongue roll out. She showed him all the cum she had earned. Her lips were red and shiny. She closed her mouth but did not swallow. She stood, knees crackling, eyes wide, and once she was within kissing range of his lips again made a small, sweet noise like, "You want some?"

"Fuck," Seay breathed, and his cock twitched. "Okay."

And then Mom smiled a big close-mouthed smile, just before she flicked the bathroom light off so she could kiss him in the dark. They shared his cum like this, in a windowless, featureless black void. Mom grunted with delight and made Seay fondle her beautiful ass while she tongued playfully at the sperm rolling back and forth between her mouth and his. When their mouths finally separated, Seay was panting, his eyes were wide - blind, in the dark, but trying anyway to see - and Mom whispered to him, "I love you so much, Seay. Thank you. I feel so... I am just so proud of you."

"Oh, um. You're welcome," Seay stammered. His heart was fluttering in his chest. He was so fucking exhausted. "I'm pretty spent. Are you okay if we, just, like...?"

"Stop fucking each other's brains out and go to bed?"

"Y-yeah," Seay chuckled.

"Oh, I suppose," Mom smiled audibly. "Let's go."

And back out into the softly snoring moonlight they tiptoed. At the top of the ladder she paused, her bare bottom just a few rungs above Seay. She smirked down at him and wiggled her hips as she whispered, "But in the morning, I want lickies. Okay?"

But Seay started right then and there. He pushed his face up into her ass. He spread her cheek with one free hand, and gorged on her Mom-smelling anus. So what if it was where her poop came out? Dad had told him she liked anal play, and anything Mom liked was now 100% what Seay liked too. He feasted so intently, it pushed her up to the next rung.

"S-Seamus!" she whisper-yelped, and managed to crawl on her stomach up into the loft. Seay scarcely let her leave his lips. He flopped her over onto her back right there at the top of the ladder, shoved her legs up into her hands, and then yanked her closer to him again so that he could finally - God how had they gone this long without letting him TASTE her?! - suckle her clit.

Mom moaned, and gasped. The family was sleeping, and here they were, playing like children in the loft. She could smell Seay's damp hair, and the fresh sheen of sweat on both their skins, and of course the plumes of carnal fumes billowing out from inside her upturned cunt. Gosh, he LIKED how she smelled? What an animal her boy was. Her whole body trembled whether she wanted it to or not.

Seay recalled Mom's lessons from whenever that had been - just YESTERDAY? Jesus Christ - and carefully inserted one, then two, fingers into his mother's hungry vagina. His tongue lashed her clitoris, and his fingers thrust inside her. Her pelvis jerked, and he heard her gasp. His tongue licked her, and his fingers rubbed her. And her thighs began to tremble. Her calves were quivering against his ears.

"Sh-Shhhh-eay, oh, sweetheart," she breathed. She was trying to be quiet. She was trying!

"Mmmf," he whined, overcome with relish. Mom tasted: perfect. When he looked up at her from between her legs, there were moonlit tears in his eyes. Mom grabbed him by the head. She pulled. She wanted to - needed to - kiss him. To taste him. To taste herself, on him. To savor the kiss to end all kisses.

But the young man refused to be interrupted. Mom's pussy was just too enticing. And she'd made him wait so long to finally get a taste. He let her keep a grip on his head, but returned to sucking emphatically on her rich, motherly cunt. God, how he sucked, almost like he wanted to hurt her - legitimately testing the limits of her inner lips' elasticity, practically trying to swallow them whole. They swooned for him, her labia minora, positively swooned.

She had to let go of his head, or else the intensity of his oral pleasure was going to make her scream, or die. So she let go. And he let her. And instead, she bit her own forearm to keep from waking the entire cabin. She closed her eyes. She focused on the present moment, and on her breathing, and on her son.

And then, she felt him. Him. The him she'd known his whole life. It was so much clearer with her eyes shut, who Seay was, why she was so lethally in love with him, and what it meant that he accepted her so wholly not just as a mother but as a lover. He'd licked her asshole! He'd sucked her labia minora! And now he was about to drink a whole bedtime bellyful of her stiffest, strongest brew!

He was, in a word, hers.

Her body arched. Her mouth opened. Her eyes squinched.

"I'm," she squeaked.

"Mmm-hm?" he urged.

And she exploded. Her body convulsed, and her legs kicked. She gushed, and squirted, and Seay swallowed, and kept swallowing. He swallowed, and swallowed, and her orgasm went on and on. It seeped and gushed, and he lapped it up - only to get sprayed in the face when the very next orgasm struck. And the one after that.

Seay was drenched in her pussy juices. But he stayed put atop the ladder, his face firmly glued to her vagina, until at long last her body relaxed, her limbs slackened, her hands fell off her knees and landed on his head.

He looked up, and grinned. He was a mess. Her mess.

"M-mom," he gulped.

"Baby," she panted. She reached for him. "Honey. Come. Let me hold you."

She held her boy, and the boy held her, and they kissed and licked and sucked, and fell asleep tangled in each other's arms until Mom shook them awake again and made them relocate to her (Tracy's) bed.

"Oof, we stink," she whispered as she drew the blankets over them both.

"Do we?" Seay yawned.

"First thing tomorrow," she promised him, "before breakfast? We are taking a much-needed shower."

"Together?" Seay smirked in the dark.

"I suppose," Mom smirked back. "If you don't mind seeing your own mother naked?"

"Oh, ew," he chuckled.

"I know, gross, right?" Mom giggled.

They were spooning, and she could feel him starting to harden again.

"Seay, I feel that."

"I can't help it."

"Go to sleep."

"I'm trying. Can I just, like, put it inside you? And see if that helps?"

"No more," she patted him on the hip.

Fuck. That was the universal pat-pat of a mother letting her kid down easy. Seay had known and dreaded that pat-pat his whole life.

"Pleeease?" he tried anyway.

"Good night, Seamus."

He humped her a little, just her butt. She wiggled her hips onto him, too, happy to let him park himself between her cheeks for now. But no more penetration. Her poor bones needed a break.

Gosh, what a day they'd had. She hadn't cum this many times - and this ecstatically - in a single day in a long, long time. Was this a new personal best? That would be saying something. Mom had been an absolute Olympian in her prime. Back when her own indefatigable Mom and Pop used to practically tug-of-war over her. And then again, when she and Clark first met Rob and Kris, and cracked open that whole can of crazy. Somehow, all those faraway days - and nights - still felt so recent. So immediate. Like Mom was floating in them, and could even swim around if she wanted...

... And then she was dreaming.

Mom had a cute snore. Seay hugged her close. She didn't wake up. He very slowly, painstakingly, willed his cock to stop twitching and throbbing and aching for more. He focused on how simply lovely it felt, nestled between Mom's plush buttcheeks. How it felt so nice to hug her naked like this. How strangely easy, even normal it felt, comparatively speaking, to cuddle with this woman. How he was so tired, and how nice it was to finally, after everything, be able to sleep. Sure, he could smell Mom's stinky mess drying all over his face. But it was a nice, homey sort of stink. He could taste it and think lulling, rocking, time-for-bed thoughts.

His breathing slowed. His heart calmed. His cock stayed hard, but he slept.