A lump under the covers.

Veevee, walking a little unsteadily after her impulsive seduction of her son Gary, walked down the hallway toward the master bedroom. What a world, she thought to herself. Coming home to stumble over her daughter Lil getting a hard, passionnate mercy fuck...from her brother. And watching through the keyhole as Lil got another fuck from her son's girlfriend Bernie. If Veevee hadn't told her husband to jack himself off to sleep, maybe she wouldn't have been tempted to enter Gary's room, hot from watching Lil and Bernie orgasming on a double dildo. Watching and masturbating as she came with Lil and Bernie.

She sighed. She could still taste Gary's sweet semen in her mouth. We're all a bunch of fucking minks, she thought, and I'm Queen Mink. Her pussy still throbbed, not quite satisfied. Well this mink is going to lie down by her husband, get out her very own dildo and stuff herself until she's come enough to sleep, she thought.

When she touched her bedroom door, she heard Hank moan. He can't still be jerking off can he, it's been at least half an hour since I left him, Veevee thought to herself. Is he dreaming?

She eased the door open to see the master bedroom, dimly lit from the side by the bathroom light.

Hank had his head on the pillow, his eyes closed and his chin tilted up. "Oh Veevee," he sighed, "That's so good. But you must be all wound up to still be awake," he said.

There was a bulky lump in the bedcovers from the foot of the bed to where Hank's waist would have to be.

Veevee closed the door very softly and walked toward the bed. Some faint sound caused Hank to open his eyes.

Veevee caught his gaze and shook her head. Hank's eyes went wide with surprise.

The two of them pulled back the bedcovers.