Amanda and Morgan return

At that moment, Amanda and Morgan entered the cabin. From their positions, especially with his cum bubbling out of Erin's pussy, there was no denying what they had just done. He had just bred his teenage daughter.

"Looks like the two of you were having fun without us," Amanda said, eyeing the mess between her daughter's thighs. She looked a little pissed, but she bit her tongue. "The Goldbergs have invited us all to a little private party in their cabin later tonight."

"Oh really?" Steve asked.

"Roxie said there are at least three other couples from their group in Florisa, as well as two or three they've met on the boat," she said. "She said they have very few rules for their...events. Everyone must have a photo ID to verify that they are over 18. You can't turn down receiving oral sex, but you don't have to give oral sex. That means if Carl wants to blow you or Roxie wants to eat me out, we can't say no, but we don’t have to return the favor. Any penetration requires consent."

"And no condums allowed," Morgan added.

Steve was intrigued. He could honestly not care any less about what Morgan did. Suddenly, though, he thought watching Amanda getting fucked by Carl and a couple of other old guys with big dicks was kinda hot. But he was hesitant because he didn't want Erin to go. He had just made her a woman, his woman, he didn't want her to become a cum dumpster for old swingers.

He was watching Erin to see what she thought when he heard a wierd noise from behind them. He looked back to find Morgan on her knees with one of Amanda's legs over her shoulder, face buried in pussy. His wife had her eyes closed and a hand on the back of the teen's head.

Steve felt a stirring again and rolled towards his daughter who smiled but shook her head.

"I would love to, but you've already filled me up," Erin said. "Any more and I might bust. You can go help, though, I'd like to watch."