Dana asks a pertinent question

Now that all the cards have been distributed, your mom and sisters finally start to strip themselves. As Dana bends over to peel off her yoga pants, you notice a flaw in your plan.

"What if we didn't wear panties?" she asks, shaking her exposed ass at you to demonstrate her point. "I was kind of hoping you'd tear a hole straight through my leggings..."

You watch her tight cheeks sway for a while, and realize that she'd asked a pretty good question. You hadn't thought of it before, but it made sense that some of the guests would go without the non-essentials. Better see how big of an issue this is.

"Who else came commando?" you ask, idly grabbing Dana's ass while you scan the sexy, sexy crowd. A few women raise their hands, their breasts shaking pleasantly as they move. There are only three of them, plus Dana; a fit young girl who must be part of Caitlin's volleyball team, a heavily make-upped woman you recognize from Janice's bible study, and Margaret, the middle-aged manager from an ill-fated summer job you had last year.

You line them up in front of you and fondle them pensively as an unorthodox idea comes to you. It's a bit beyond anything you've tried so far, but you're pretty sure, if you word it carefully, they'll go along.

"I know this is my party," you announce, "but I hate to be the only one having fun, and it'd probably be awkward doing the many, many degrading things I have in mind with your husbands, fathers, and brothers watching, so maybe these three sluts could keep them occupied?"

The bible study bitch huffs a bit at the word "slut" so you slap her pendulum tits firmly and look her in the eye to say "You showed up to an eighteen-year-old's birthday orgy so eager to take his cock that you left your panties at home. I think 'slut' is one of the nicer things I could call you."

You kiss her blushing cheek as you go back to explaining your idea.

"It would make me a lot more comfortable, and help me cum as much as I can today, if I knew all the other guys here were taken care of. Would anyone object to them taking these three sluts up to mom and dad's room and having their way with them all day while I'm having my way with all of you?"

There are a few uncomfortable faces - Dana, you notice, glances at your father, who coughs nervously;

"Look, son; we all understand your unique medical needs, and we've come to terms with you using the women in your life to meet those needs, but -"

Your mom jiggles over and take his hand.

"Remember what the doctors said, honey; we need to be as supportive as we can be of John's condition. Like you said, he needs to cum, and if he needs to know that every man here is gangbanging our daughter in our marriage bed in order to do that, then that's exactly what we need to do."

She whispers something else to him that you can't hear, but it leaves him with a grin that's somehow both sheepish and wolfish.

"Besides, Daddy," Dana adds, "I saw how you watched when John used me this morning. I bet I can give you an even better show with _this_ many cocks work with."

"You heard them, guys!" he announces eagerly. "Let's take these sluts upstairs and do what we have to do for my boy. The bedroom's this way!"

He grabs Dana's hand and leads the suddenly determined parade of men up the stairs, leaving you alone to fulfill all your darkest fantasies with their loved ones. Something occurs to you, so you shout after them;

"Do whatever you want with them, but no one cums inside any of their holes! I want those sluts coated in cum before you leave."

Now, what to do with the sluts they left behind?