Morning delight

You wake up and sleepily slide your hand along the bed, looking for Melanie’s warm, comforting body. It isn’t there, so you sit up with a start, cringing a bit at the sticky, crusty feeling on your crotch thanks to several nighttime emissions.

You hear the shower running in the nearby bathroom, and smile as you imagine Melanie’s busty body covered in soap suds. Your member begins to harden as you recall the enjoyable shower you shared with her yesterday, and you decide a repeat experience is in order.

You don’t bother to put clothes on as you exit your room into the hallway. You grin and idly stroke your erection, rather appreciating the extra heft it has thanks to your mysterious benefactor’s gift. You push the bathroom door open and step into the warm humidity. Padding over to the shower, you're quite surprised to find nobody on the other side.

You go looking for your mother as you wonder about why the shower is running. Maybe she's getting some towels or a robe? You check your "sister’s" room and find it vacant besides the still-slumbering baby. Quietly, you back out and head for the master suite, upon which you begin to hear some telltale noises. A gentle rocking of bed springs, along with a few breathy moans, clues you in to what's going on.

You instantly feel a little burn of jealousy that does nothing to weaken your pulsing boner. It's a bit silly to feel this way given that they're a married couple, but it still feels like a betrayal. Still, you don’t let your feelings affect you too much.; it’s kind of hot too, if you speculate about why they're having sex first thing in the morning after a night in which you were so ‘close’ to Melanie.

You silently push open the door and step inside. You see them on the bed, the blanket bulging around their intertwined forms. Greg is on top, slowly thrusting, only his shoulders and upper back bare over the top of the blanket. From this angle, you can’t really see your "mother," just one hand grasping at his neck. You feel a voyeuristic thrill. The idea that you can simply intrude on such a private and intimate act is an intoxicating one, and you can’t help but follow this thread of your arousal.

You cross the room, come around to the side of the bed, and sit down. Now you can see Melanie’s flushed face, panting and gasping with her eyes closed. Your gaze drifts downwards, and you see her enormous breasts jiggling and gyrating wildly even as they're compressed between their limbs and torsos.

Greg suddenly notices you, and doesn’t react the way a normal man would when a stranger walks in on him fucking his wife, nor the way he would if his son had; instead, he pauses the motion of his hips before speaking: “Oh! Good morning there, Son.”

Melanie opens her eyes and looks confused as her mind visibly switches gears from coitus with her loving husband to the presence of her beloved son, “Ah.. Hi sweetie! Oh, we didn’t wake you, did we? I’m sorry!”

Neither of them pays any attention to the presence of your completely hard cock as it juts out right in front of them. Even the fact that you’ve got one hand casually squeezing the base doesn’t faze them at all. You pump it slowly as you return their gaze silently, your arousal causing pre-cum to flow freely from the tip. “...No, you didn’t," you finally say. "...But I missed you, mommy.”

Her face takes on an expression so openly happy and affectionate that it's kind of scary. She slips a hand out from under the covers and you take it, rubbing your sticky juices into her palm. “Aw… I missed you too, sweetie.” Then there’s a sort of awkward pause, and you can tell that neither of them are sure where to go from here. Afraid they're going to stop having sex, you urge them to continue. “Please keep going, Mommy… Dad....”

They obey without much hesitation, and your mother keeps a hold of your hand as Greg begins to rut atop of her once again. “Okay, sweetie. Just tell me if you need anything... We’re both here for you!”

Greg lets out a grunt of agreement, but you can tell he’s way more interested in fucking his wife than his long lost son at the moment. You can't really blame him, though you still feel that little bit of jealousy and possessiveness, pushing you to continue interacting with them.

You keep watching them have sex, openly stroking your cock with the hand Melanie's not holding. Soon they're both really getting into it, Melanie squeezing your hand tightly as she cries out with pleasure. After a few moments you reach out and throw the blanket off of them, exposing the entirety of their naked bodies to you. Again it’s the thrill of watching them doing something so private that's really getting you going.

Your ability to do whatever you want to them has got you on a sort of high, and you ride with this feeling, asserting yourself further. “Switch positions. That looks hard on mommy’s legs... Do doggy-style.”

Greg stops and takes on a bashful expression as his hands slide down along Melanie’s widely-spread thighs. “Ah, yeah... Sorry, honey.” He sits back on his haunches and pulls out, revealing a swollen, purple-tipped erection of a much more modest size than your own. The difference between your two members is so stark and obvious that it's surely passed through both Melanie’s and Greg’s minds at some point, which fills you with a powerful pulse of arousal deep in your gut.

Melanie is maneuvering her absurdly curvy body around on the bed, big majestic tits swinging pendulously.“Oh it’s alright, honey," she laughs, reaching out to grasp the headboard. ”You’re so sweet to me, worrying about my comfort! Such a good boy.”

She braces herself as Greg pushes inside and starts to bang his hips against her full, curvy ass. You watch for a while, stroking your member faster and faster as your eyes are drawn to the motion of her hanging, wobbling jugs. But you also pay attention to her beautiful face, contorting with her pleasure, and occasionally lean over to watch the place where your "father's" cock enters her.

Eventually, you judge that Greg is approaching his climax, and this is where your slowly burning jealousy decides to make its move. “Mommy, can I have some milk now?” You reach out and grab her dangling tit, focusing her attention quickly. “Oh, of course you can! Honey--“

Greg is slower to respond, he’s had his eyes closed as he banged away at Melanie’s pussy. But when she reaches back with one hand to press against his abdomen, he slows down and opens his eyes, shaking the cloud of lust from his head. "...Huh?"

“Our son would like some milk now," Melanie explains patiently, pulling off of his wet member. "I hope you don’t mind stopping for now?”

There isn’t even a blink of consternation as he hears this; instead he gives you a rueful smile as he backs away from his wife. “Heh... I guess it’s your turn, sport.”

Melanie giggles, covering her mouth as she moves to sit cross-legged against the head board, then beckons you closer. You walk on your knees towards her, your erection swinging wildly as it leads the way. You’re not really sure what way she expects you to arrange yourself in order to get at her milk, so you just kneel around her bent knee, sitting your balls on her thigh and stabbing your cock into the slope of her closest breast while you capture the other in both hands and bring one glistening nipple to your lips. You start to suck and sag against her, tasting that sweet milk and greedily swallowing it.

Time passes as you nurse, your hands wandering all over her body, though you stay away from her pussy for now. The desire to simply drive yourself into her cunt has been building for a while, but you're still content to wait, savoring the anticipation.

Melanie is stroking your temple and your hair as she says, “can you believe we’re here with our son after so long?”

You remember that Greg is still here when he responds, “Honestly? No, it hasn’t really set in yet.”

You let her teat fall from your mouth and look up. Your ‘father’ is sitting naked on the bed, his hand clasped with Melanie’s in a way that oddly mirrors your earlier one as he drilled her. You raise an eyebrow as you note that he's still erect, his member leaking precum. You know you interrupted him before he could climax, but it still seems strange that he hasn’t gone down now that the sexual stimulation is over. Then again you think about the scene you and Melanie are creating, your large hard cock pressing against her as you suck her tit and she makes little sounds of pleasure, she herself not having reached climax and surely still aroused.

Several ideas flow into your mind as to what you could do now. You could go back to nursing and rubbing your aching dick against her, surely climaxing eventually and giving your "father" an unintended show. Or you could sate your curiosity and ask some questions about who initiated their little tryst this morning, or perhaps learn what they think about the fact that their son is so much better endowed than his own father. Additionally, you could give in to your lusts and finally fuck Melanie.