A Different Kind of Session...

Mary did not hear her husband call for her and Helen. Her mind was foggy as she orgasm. She moaned as her piano-tuned fingers worked her snatch. At that very moment, Mary was lost in her own world. It did not matter that she was naked on her dining room table or the fact that she laid next to her equally naked daughter. Helen smiled drunkenly as her hands limply played with herself. Her mind wandered through different fantasies in a rapid slide-show, going from celebrity crushes, crushes in her class, her softball coach and even some girls on her team. Each fantasy she forgot where she was and her fingers only worked vigorously and harder. She was soon hit with two orgasms, one after another, and screamed out in estacy. Mary followed suit a beat later, both mother and daughter both screaming in unison.

"Oh God..." Mark moaned in his cleaning closet hiding spot as his hand worked at his cock. His free hand clutched the doorknob so he would not fall over as well as to keep the door open enough for him to watch. This was better than any Asian porno that he ever watched. He was sure he would never look at the mother and daughter the same again.

"What the..." Vincent demanded as he suddenly appeared right in front of Mark's hiding spot. The man of the house was dressed in plaid pajama bottoms and a hooded sweat-shirt with house shoes on his feet. Vincent was a slender man. He was not very tall. Helen was taller than him, while he was only slightly taller than Mary. Like Mary, he was also youthful looking with short dark hair graying sides. It was weird for Mark to see him dressed down so much. He was usually in sharp, expensive looking tailor-cut suits. Mark did not have too much contact with the man, he worked a lot, but the contact they did have, the guy, came off as cool.

"Vin..." Mary breathed in reply to her husband. Her hands were now massaging her breasts. Mary's small nipples were hard as rocks. Her sex was dripping with her juices. "I don't...." she breathed and then moans. She managed to her turn her head towards her husband and gave him drunken look with cheeks glowing.

Helen lets out a deep, sensuous moan as another orgasm washes over her. She soon goes still. Her body and mind were exhausted. There is a dreamy smile on her face as she drifts off. The hand that was massaging her breasts limply falls from it to the table with a thud while her other rests over her pussy.

"What..." Vincent only repeats, his eyes bulging at the scene before him. He notices Helen, but not really. Thankfully, Mary was in full view compared to Helen. He could tell that Helen was as naked as Mary, but all his attention was on his wife. Vincent was speechless, gaming session that was on pause in his office was forgotten. Due to his schedule he and Mary had not had much fun in a while. He promised her they could rekindle their love once Helen went off to college. Mary his loyal wife and long-time lover agreed though she growing bored in their marriage. Vincent knew he was lucky to have her. She was a catch. Seeing her naked and wet on their dining room table really hit that fact home. He looked down at his crotch he noticed his cock was threatening to burst from his pajama bottoms. Vincent took a stumbling step towards the dining room table, he was suddenly very hot. His warmness was quickly embed he remembered and noticed Helen's naked and **** form next to his wife. Before he could think on it more, Vincent found himself naked and on top of Mary. His hard cock shoved deep into her. Her bare legs were wrapped around his hips, with her ankles crossed at the small of his back.

"Vincent!" Mary screamed as Vincent started to work his hips. Mary had a hand through her short hair pulling at it as her body reached climax. Her free hand clawed at Vincent's bare chest. Vincent only looked down at his wife, biting his lower lip.

"Mary..." Vincent said huskily before he leaned forward and kissed his deeply on the lips. He vaguely remembered the gaming session he had going on upstairs in his office. Screw that though, he thought as he started to nibble Mary's neck. She only moaned loudly in reply.

Helen stood limply and naked against Mark in the closet as he watch her parent screw one another on their table. She was half a wake and barely aware. Mark had his arms around her waist while she leaned against him. Helen moaned, "What's..." This caught Mark's attention and he turned focus to the girl in his arms. "...let's go fuck..." Helen said dreamily and wrapped an limp arm over Mark's shoulder. She then leaned closer and kissed him on the cheek. Mark got hard instantly. Ideas started to run through his head.