Hank wakes to vibrations and just listens

Hank drifted into wakefulness in his own familiar bed. The covers were off because upstairs was warm on summer nights. The bed was shaking slightly, rhythmically, and there were little sounds.

There was a voice whimpering with the rhythm. Veevee. Hank's morning wood stiffened. Veevee was getting fucked. Hank smiled, his eyes still closed, and listened. Another voice, fainter, mostly the sound of heavy breathing. Who could that be?

Breathing. Whimpering. Hands shifting on the headboard. But no slapping of flesh on flesh. Slower thrusts, not fast and deep. A pop and a hiss of wind. A loud moan. Veevee, starting the day getting fucked up the ass.

Hank loved hearing his wife's pleasure. But who was with her? Yesterday had been so long and exhausting. He couldn't remember...

"Uhhhhhhh!" Veevee moaned again. "Ohhhh."

"Uhhh." The other voice echoed her moan in a lower tone. "Hhh-uhh. Oh mom."

Hank's eyes snapped open. Gary.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck my butt, son, ahh!" Veevee cried out.

Last night came back in a flash. He'd cradled Veevee's head as she sucked his cock while Gary's girlfriend had pounded Veevee with a strap-on and jacked Gary's cock while Gary put a thumb on his mom's come button -- her butthole. And they'd come, one two three, Veevee squealing with her mouth, pussy, and butt filled, Gary shooting a load across his mom's buttocks, and well, that was when Hank had come in Veevee's mouth, and things got pretty fuzzy after that. Maybe Miss Bernstein had taken care of herself.

Hank rolled over to see what glory the morning had brought. Veevee was on her knees, bent forward and braced against the padded headboard. Her cheeks were flushed pink. Her heavy breasts were rocking with the slow, steady thrusts of the ass-fuck that Gary was giving her. Gary had an intent look in his face, trying to move steadily in and out, not too hard, not too deep, not too fast. Good job, son. Gary's girlfriend Bernie knelt beside him, one hand on the small of his back, the other hand on his shoulder as she leaned close, crooning in Gary's ear.

What a beautiful sight. Hank's cock throbbed. Maybe just as well to wait for an opening. Veevee was almost always game for a second go. Or he could give them his blessing.