Let Dugan Cum

You feel Dugan speeding up and don't need his words to tell you how close he is. You are right on the edge, too. You glance at your children just in time to see Bryan’s cock disappear into Candy’s mouth. Bryan’s appreciative groan is all it takes to put you over the top.

As you cry out with your orgasm and clamp down on Dugan’s cock with your pussy, you feel him erupt inside you. You thrust your pussy hard against his quick, erratic thrusts, and wrap your legs around him as he collapses on top of you.

Bryan is clearly enjoying the attention from Candy, and as much as you are tempted to join in and make it a family affair, you really need to get going with your day. You help Dugan locate his clothes in Candy’s room, and by the time you lead him to the door to say goodbye, it is necessary for the two of you to step over your children, being careful not to trip as Bryan rapidly fucks his sister near the door.

You go take a shower, being careful to drain this morning’s deposits of semen from between your legs. As you dry off and get dressed, you hear the shower in the other bathroom turn on, and you wonder how many of your children it currently holds.

As you apply the finishing touches to your makeup, an alarm goes off on your phone. You look, and realize you promised to help your elderly neighbor, Mrs. Morris, with some shopping. It’s a good thing you got ready when you did, because you just have time to arrive at her door on time.

You knock on Mrs. Morris’s door and are surprised when it opens to be facing a man. “Excuse me,” you say. “Did I knock on the wrong door?”

“Marsha, is that you?” calls Mrs. Morris from inside. “Come on in!”

You enter the apartment and see your neighbor seated in a chair. “This is my son, Nathaniel,” she says, introducing you to the tall, handsome man with black hair and just a hint of silver at his temples. “He surprised me by flying in for a visit. You must not have gotten my message.”

“Your message?”

“I called about half an hour ago, and I think it was Candy who answered. It must have been a bad connection, or the television was on or something. There was too much noise to hear properly. Anyway, I told her to tell you not to bother to come over, but she must have misunderstood me.”

“How so?”

“Well she said she was going to come instead. She was rather insistent about it, too, because she just kept yelling that she was coming. And then I guess one of her brothers thought she needed help because I heard him saying that he was coming, too. I’m glad they didn’t trouble themselves after all, they’re such nice children!”

You glance at Nathaniel, whose expression does not betray whether he assigned any significance to any of this. He says, “It was nice of you to help my mom with shopping. Since I’m here, I thought I would take care of it, if someone will just give me a list and point me in the right direction.”