Dinner and a Show

"Sorry to interrupt" said your mother, as she seemed a little sheepish when she saw Miss Angela sitting atop the bed next to you, only a sheet covering you both below the waist, and Angela's large breasts on full display. Miss Angela made no attempt to cover-up, being some sort of exhibitionist or free spirit, you gathered.

"It's no bother," she said, but your heart sunk as Caitlin and your father followed soon after. Your father seemed slightly embarrassed, but shrugged it off. You, on the other hand, were petrified.

Your family had seen you naked countless times in the last six months, and you'd of course had sex with both your sister and mother. But them seeing a naked woman, even an older woman in her late 20s/early 30s, was mortifying. It was not something you felt like displaying, on top of the feeling that you had been using Miss Angela. Although, at least she was much older.

Miss Angela introduced herself, while still seated up next to you in bed, to both your father, Warren, and your sister, Caitlin. When Caitlin mentioned her position as a state detective, Miss Angela joked about fucking a student.

"I don't think I have jurisdiction to arrest you, Miss Tuttle," Caitlin laughed, "or else I'd have to arrest mom and turn myself in for all the ****. It's a medical emergency, even if it's an ongoing situation, so we can't let arcane rules cost the life of someone we love."

Miss Angela nodded. "That's pretty much how Principal Ellis explained it to us a few days ago. It's crazy, right? I never thought I'd be fucking one of my students like this!"

There were a couple awkward laughs before Erin continued, "We didn't want to interrupt the lovemaking, but dinner was ready. So we thought we'd eat in here and you can continue if need be."

Warren and Caitlin walked outside for some dinner trays. Your mother had jerked you off tons of times at the dinner table before, after a few months ago getting upset over you sneaking to your room for some masturbation. That's kind of why you let her jerk you off so much. She didn't want you masturbating yourself, for fear of an incomplete orgasm and potential heart attack, as the Doctors insisted might happen. You've done only a couple times in the last few months, and then only in the most dire of states.

You ate your dinner side-by-side with Miss Angela, sharing a large tray. Her leg rested over yours, and your cock began twitching, something she could feel as she side-eyed you, but you willed it down. And then your parents began speaking.

"Honey," said your mom, in between bites. "Your father and I have been talking." He looked over and nodded for her to continue. "We know that you're having sex on a regular basis, and with different partners. And you probably need to shower and clean up a little more regularly than usual. That's why we propose to move you into our room and you can have our bed for your necessary activities."

"What?"

"Your father will sleep in here and we'll move all your stuff there."

"Where will you sleep?"

Erin and Warren looked over. "I was thinking," said Warren, "that your mother could just sleep with you. You two can just continue having a sexual relationship in order to see to it that you have regular orgasms like the doctor said."

Everyone seemed to agree that this was a reasonable solution, while you just hid into your peas. "Okay," you said in the most dulcet of tones. "H-how will you get sleep?"

"That's what's so great about you and these other girls!" your mother almost shouted. "We don't need to sleep alone. I can get my eight hours for work and someone else can be in bed helping us get you to orgasm. Miss Angela, one of your friends from school, or Caitlin here. We'll take care of you!"

"Like-like a threesome?"

"Absolutely. I mean, we won't necessarily have sex with each other, unless you think that will help, but a couple of us sharing the load of getting you to cum would help the burden on our minds. Do you know how many times I dreaded coming in here to jerk you off thinking you may have died in your sleep from a heart attack? Or even snuck in here in the middle of the night to check your pulse and hard-on? It's nerve-wracking."

"Maybe we should have a threesome right now?" interrupted Miss Angela, who pointed down to the tent in the bedsheets formed by your full erection.

"Well, looks like he's up for it," stated Warren, as everyone rolled their eyes. Angela quickly got out of the bed, again with no care for her full nudity, and pulled you up. You weren't concerned about your nudity, even with a full erection, as this was so common over the last six months, but the sexual aspect, beyond a mere handjob, was embarrassing.

Your mother took your hand, and helped Angela lead you down the hallway, while Warren and Caitlin cleaned up the mostly uneaten food.

The door to your parents' room had already been open by the time you arrived, and no one bothered to close it, as Erin casually began to remove her clothes. Angela led you to a soft chair where she casually jerked your cock before having you take over as she approached Erin, as she removed her bra. "Let's give him a show," said Angela, peeling down your mother's pants and panties, as she licked up her leg and stopped at her pussy, looking over at you and smiling.

They momentarily stopped, as Angela gently guided Erin onto the bed. "I'm not sure how..." said Erin, before being interrupted.

"I'll do all the work," said Angela, as she rotated their bodies to give you a full view of the action while Angela sucked and prodded your mother's most intimate reaches. You continued to stroke at the excitement before your mother, who's eyes had been mostly closed during the interaction, opened them slightly to notice what you were doing.

"Woah, woah, woah..." she said, trying to get up. "We can't let him do that."

"Relax," said Angela, trying to keep your mother down. "He'll be fine."

"Caitlin! Caitlin, get in here!" your mother yelled, calling your sister Caitlin into the room. Her eyes shot up in surprise at the sapphic activity before her, but she soon smiled. "Give your brother a blowjob," was all she said, before getting back to being pleasured.

Without a word, Caitlin removed her dress shirt and unhooked her simple bra from the front, her usual routine to keep her clothes from getting stained, and quickly approached you. She kissed your forehead, and knelt before the chair, replacing your hand with her own, before licking the sides and swallowing your entire member with a slight unease. Your hands wrapped around Caitlin's head as she bobbed up and down and you watched the first sign of orgasm from your mother.

She bit her lip, as a moan went through, while you bit your lip to stop from unwieldy grunts. Miss Angela slid up your mother's body, her face covered in liquid, as her hand replaced her tongue, and Erin got the idea, placing some fingers within your homeroom teacher. They quickly fingered each other, both sliding up, as they began to make out as well. Caitlin was enthusiastic about the blowjob, but you... you wanted more.

You tapped Caitlin's head and signaled her to get up. She stood up and shimmied down her panties, throwing them and her slacks onto the pile of clothes some distance away. She turned around at your insistence and faced her mother and your teacher as she sat in your lap, your cock going to its familiar destination. She began fucking you while you leaned over and watched the other two on the bed.

"No," you said, although no one seemed to hear. You pushed Caitlin a little to get her to get off of you as she looked on in surprise. "Let's switch partners," you felt yourself saying, but wasn't sure why.

Your mother got away from Angela's grip to come and fuck you, but you shook your head against it. Angela smiled as she and Caitlin tagged each other out. Caitlin and Erin looked at each other wearily for but a moment, before enthusiastically joining in. You watched the mother-daughter pairing with interest, while Miss Angela lowered her ass onto your cock, giving a tight, but not as tight as expected, squeeze for some rigorous anal sex. "I've been preparing for this," she whispers to you, and you assume some toys had been involved.

But something was still missing. You were getting a good ass-fuck. Mom and Sis were fingering each other and making out. Caitlin seemed to have a clue what she was doing, and guiding Erin on how best to get her off. But this wasn't the threesome you were promised. It was just some lesbian ****.

No, something in your heart yearned for something more. To jump in? No, you already fucked both. Maybe...

"Dad!" you called out, while not letting go of Miss Angela as she fucked you. Warren stepped in from the next room over, undoubtedly hearing everything going on, but not expecting to be called in. "Did-did you need something?" he said, with an uncharacteristic, nervous stutter. He purposefully avoided looking at his wife and daughter fucking in the middle of the room.

"Fuck Caitlin," you said, "it might get me off."

Without a word, Caitlin and Erin shifted positions, and Erin kissed Caitlin's forehead as she slid down the side of the bed, her ass strutting out and knees on the floor. Warren undid his belt and whipped out his cock. With a look towards his wife, who smiled and nodded, he knelt behind his daughter and felt for the entrance.

You were fascinated watching this spectacle, as Warren found his daughter's entrance with a licked couple fingers, and began easing his cock into her. He grasped the sides of her hips as he began pushing in and out, his wife kissing him as he fucked their daughter. It was perhaps too much for the old man, but just enough for Caitlin as she cried out why he began clearly cumming into her nethers. It was too much for you, as the whole scene made you burst stream after stream into Miss Angela for what seemed like hours.

She got off as you panted, as your father, mother, and sister, also stopped having sex at your behest. As Warren and Caitlin collapsed on the bed from exhaustion, your mother was only worried about you, rushing up and kissing you. "Did you like that John? We can do it again, anytime. Just ask. I'm sure your father and Caitlin won't mind."

"I'll say," laughed your father and Caitlin as he helped her off the bed. "Caitlin and I will go clean up in the hall shower," he said, with a noticeable wink towards his daughter. "Why don't you three use this one?" he continued, pointing out the bathroom adjoined to the main bedroom.

You don't remember if Erin and Angela even cleaned themselves up, but they certainly spent an inordinate time cleaning you, from top-to-bottom, inside-and-out and you were spic-and-span within minutes. Exhausted from all of this, you were barely dried off before you collapsed on the bed, joined by both Caitlin and Erin spooning you on both sides.

Some time later, you are gently awoken by a figure. You see on your Apple Watch (your only apparel, at the moment), that barely any time has passed, with it being only about 9 PM, but Erin and Caitlin are fast asleep, and somehow spooning each other.

"John" whispers Miss Angela, oddly dressed again, as your eyes adjust to her presence in the room. "Let's go to that party." It takes you a second to remember that Kelly Jordan and the football team were having a massive party at his house, and Haley had invited you earlier. You nod and accept Miss Angela's suggestion, as she hands you a shirt and some pants, but you suspect you won't be wearing them long.