Dressing for Dinner

"Dinner's ready," my mother-in-law Laura announces, walking into the family room. "Boys, dump those loads in your daughters already so we can eat!"

The remainder of the family is on my in-law's L-shaped sectional sofa. I'm crouched on one arm, fucking my prone daughter Hailey from behind. We're facing the center of the L, where her brother Aidan is playing some handheld video game a foot or so beyond his sister's swaying head. On the other arm of the sofa is my beautiful wife, Emily, also getting fucked from behind by her father, James. She's kneeling instead of prone, her c-cups dangling off her ribcage, trying to occasionally get her son's half-hard cock into her mouth. Her father's hard thrusts aren't making it easy, the older man still has plenty of vigor and mobility.

I look down my daughter's slim, pale back to her pert little ass, cheeks spread wide by my grabbing hands. Her beautiful pink asshole flexes gently as I bottom out in her pussy again. A little buttplay should help me finish up in time for dinner. I grab the first thing I can reach from the pile of toys on the coffee table, a clear jelly plug as it turns out, a bit more than an inch wide at the neck. I pull up on Hailey's hips to signal to her to arch for me and she pushes her ass back obediently. She pushes back even harder when she feels the pointed tip of the plug start to enter her.

As I work the wide part of the toy through my little girl's tight anus she gasps, reaches out and grabs her mom's hand from her brother's spit-laced lap. Fully inserted, the toy gives me that fishtank view of Hailey's stretched inner sphincter and wet red darkness beyond. I can feel my balls tightening up and grab her hips with both hands and start pounding with an obvious "finishing up" rhythm. Likewise, my father-in-law has gotten serious with his own daughter's hips. "Play with my ass too, daddy", my wife coos at him, having noticed my activities when Hailey grabbed her. Their hands are still clenched together over Aiden's knees. With his mother having given up on being spit-roasted, he seems even more fully engrossed in his game than before. James obligingly pushes one thumb into my wife's rear opening, causing her to moan loudly.

Laura observes our reaction to her announcement with hands on bare hips. She's bottomless below a tight purple athleisurewear top that's wrapped around her braless sagging tits. Her trim grey bush belies a waxed vulva that could belong to a much younger woman. She leans over her grandson's shoulder, "You too, sweetie. Put the game down. Don't you need to come before we sit down to eat?" She reaches down and gives his softening prick a loving squeeze.

"No, I'm OK. I just have to beat this boss so I can save my game!" Aiden pleads.

"Well, hurry up, the men look like they're almost there" she says, straightening up and stretching her back out with a stretch that really shows off her age-swollen nipples through the light synthetic fabric. "I'll bring you girls' your salads in here so you can dress them" and she turns and heads back to the kitchen.

My father-in-law blows first shortly thereafter, slamming one last time and holding himself against my wife's ass. She in turn grabs Hailey's hand harder causing her to clench down on my prick and pulling me over the edge too. I look down and wiggle the tail of the buttplug with my thumb, causing Hailey to shiver and feeling the motion of the plug's head against my own cock though her flesh as I start to pump a long, satisfying load into the depths of her pussy. After several seconds of delirious cockspasming, I come back to my senses with Laura shoving a bowl of greens into my hands. Leaving that one with me, she takes another over to her daughter's side of the sofa.

I carefully position the bowl between my daughter's spread knees, centered under her vagina, and pull out. Hailey works herself upright using the back of the sofa, keeping her hips frozen in space until my load rushes out of her and drenches the cucumbers, leaves, and carrots in a pale yellow dressing. When she's drained enough to pick up the bowl, there's enough extra dressing to visibly slosh around the bottom.

"Yum, thanks dad!" she says, giving me a peck kiss my drooping prickhead.

"Want me to take the plug out, sweetheart?" I helpfully reach for her ass.

"No!" she swings her butt away from me, then blushes at her own eagerness, "I mean, I'll wear it for dinner." She manages to rub her ass against me as she dismounts the couch. "You should help me take it out after, though".

A similar scene plays out out on Emily's side of things, with Laura holding the bowl between her own daughter's thighs, a look of maternal satisfaction on her face as she carefully rotates the salad to cover it evenly with James' comparatively smaller ejaculation. When the last drips fall she runs a crooked finger horizontally through Emily's folds and sucks the resulting remnant of her husband off her knuckles like she's cleaning a spatula after making cookies. Her eyes close as she savors the taste, releasing a pleased "mmm!" sound, reaching into the bowl to pull out a particularly coated leaf of lettuce. She arches her head back on her long neck and gracefully drops the morsel into her mouth as Emily pouts at her mother's petty theft.

Laura turns to Aiden and removes the game system from his hands. "Time's up, buster." Ignoring the resulting whine, she pulls him off the couch by his limp cock, then she leans close and purrs into in his ear, "You're going to top Grandma's ice cream for dessert, OK?" She pumps his dick twice to drive the message home and Aiden goes from complaining to smiling angelically in half a second. With her other hand she passes Emily's bowl of semen salad back to to its rightful owner.

"OK, everyone into the dining room. Dinner is served!"