A group hug in the kitchen. Veevee sends Hank and Gary to the showers.

The three of them stayed in place. Gary's breath came out in low moans as he stood, pressed between Hank and Veevee. His penis slowly softened inside the warm embrace of his mother's vagina. Her broad, soft buttocks were warm against Gary's belly. His father's penis filled Gary's rectum. Hank's shaft pulsed against Gary's anal ring as it eased from its angry, thrusting hardness.

"Unnnh," Hank grunted as his cock slipped out of his son's ass.

Gary shivered as Hank's cock tip slid down his cock root and bounced against his balls.

"Oh wow," Gary said. "Oh wow, whoa."

"Gary hon, would you let me up?" Veevee said.

"Yeah. Sorry Mom," Gary said. He stepped back. His cock slid out of Veevee's cunt trailing a thread of semen.

Veevee pushed off the kitchen sink and turned to face her husband and son.

The three of them looked at each other sheepishly.

Each of them started talking, then stopped.

"All right now," Veevee said, yanking her nightshirt down. It still didn't quite cover her, and a few strands of golden pussy hair peeked out from under the front hem. Veevee reached out and took her son by the shoulder. "Real stuff first. Gary, did your dad hurt you, going up your ass?"

"Uh I didn't like it at first," Gary said. "But I was still inside you, and Dad didn't move much, so it actually started feeling good. Um. Uh."

"So. We all broke our promises to sleep on it." She nodded to Gary. "I should have said no, but when I saw you wanted me, I wanted you too." She looked to Hank. "Sorry hon, the horny bitch you married is off her leash. If I'd just stayed with you last night, that would have been it. Veevee's been a bad girl."

There was another awkward moment. Hank reached out and took Veevee around the shoulders in a half-hug.

Veevee beckoned to Gary. "C'mon, you too," she said.

Gary joined them. He reached his other arm out, and it was a group hug.

"Hon," Hank said. "You're my bad girl. You're my lady." He laughed. "If the damned cruise hadn't shipped us home early, we'd be settling back in, nagging Gary and Lil about the mess, and counting the days till we could have house parties again."

Veevee barked out a laugh. "Instead of being trapped in our own surprise house party. With our kids!"

"Gary?" Hank said. "You're really all right? I just got right up there inside, and I didn't ask."

"No Dad, it was okay," Gary said. "I mean weird and awkward, but..." He shook his head, then laughed, his shoulders shaking. "It wasn't my total first time. And it was in the party spirit."

"We all okay?" Veevee said.

"Yeah Mom," Gary said.

"Yeah Hon," Hank said. "True confession? It's hot as hell watching you and Gary together. I couldn't stand just watching. We should amp it down today, though. Talk a little before, you know?"

"Before?" Veevee said. She looked to Gary. "Uh-huh. Before you fuck your sister again. How did she get mixed up with you?"

"It's just like we told you, Mom," Gary said. "She got rid of her terrible boyfriend, we had kind of a heart-to-heart, and then Bernie took her in hand, and they kind of disappeared for a day and a half, you know, shopping and talking and more talking, and about Bernie's experiences, you know, and then Lil was all 'okay, show me girl sex', and after the first time, Lil wanted me to watch, because she wanted me to be totally okay and not jealous of her trying to steal my girlfriend, because that wasn't what it was about."

Veevee guffawed. "Lil logic." she said.

Hank shrugged. "Lil logic, yup," he said. "So she asked for you next?"

"Well, yeah, Bernie really talked me up, and it was kinda, you know...?" Gary trailed off.

"I'll have what she's having," Veevee said. "I don't blame her, hon, she gets it honest." She stroked Gary's wavy blond hair. "And I admit that got me going, too." She frowned. "Boys, stop it."

Hank and Gary's cocks were twitching, slowly filling again.

"Can't help it, Mom," Gary said.

Hank shrugged and nodded. "Yeah."

"Fine, then. I'm going to pick up the kitchen and get some kind of breakfast going," Veevee said. "Now, you two, vamoose. Gary? Downstairs bathroom. Shower. Scoot."

Veevee pointed to the side hall. Gary skedaddled.

"Hank?" Veevee said. "Our bathroom. Don't stop for Lil or Bernie, you don't want them asking why your dick smells like it's been up your son's butthole using the toast butter for grease, because."

Hank nodded. "Because it has, and we're trying to amp it down."

"Right. Go!" She waved a dishtowel at her husband. "Shoo!"