Morning After, Part 2

Zack glanced up as Sarah walked into the living room while yawning. She dropped down beside Zack on his loveseat wordlessly and leaned her head on his shoulder.

“I’m so tired.” Sarah yawned again.

“Then why aren’t you sleeping?” Zack asked with a laugh.

“Alarm went off and I couldn’t get back to sleep for some reason.” Sarah mumbled, “How long until Robert finishes breakfast?”

“Oh, he hasn’t started yet. I guess he’s still sleeping.” Zack said, and had to resist the urge to shrug, due to Sarah’s head on his shoulder.

Sarah sat up then, though, and she swung to look into the kitchen then looked back at Zack with distraught light blue eyes.

“I guess I’m making breakfast now, then.” Sarah rose to her feet.

“You want some help?” Zack asked. Sarah smiled over her shoulder and nodded.

Zack got up too, and he went into the kitchen with Sarah, who was pulling Robert’s recipe book down from the shelf and flipping it open.

“Oh, damn his complicated recipes.” Sarah huffed, and she tossed the book onto the counter and reached up to pull her long blonde hair up into a messy bun, and she shrugged off her robe to reveal a pale green tank top that she definitely did not have a bra on under and dark gray short shorts.

“We’re doing French toast.” Sarah told Zack. Zack tore his eyes off Sarah’s flawless body with its large tits, full curves, and toned ass.

Sarah was smiling naughtily at him, and Zack swallowed hard.

“If I wasn’t starving,” Sarah began in a low, husky voice, “I just might let you see more.”

Zack’s eyes widened and he practically lunged to grab a loaf of bread.

Sarah laughed, and Zack was struck by how musical it was.

———

Logan Ravers woke up with morning wood.

His boxers were strained by his impressive tool and Logan felt physical discomfort from how hard he was.

With a sigh, Logan looked around the theater to see who was still sleeping.

Hannah Woodsen remained passed out, but Ashley was gone, as was just about everyone else.

Logan groaned and rose up from his recliner and went to leave the theater. By some stroke of fate, when Logan left the theater door, he collided directly with Monica Bishop. Her large ample tits mashed against his chest with how directly they collided, and Logan grimaced as his erection pressed against her stomach.

They both leaped back as if burned, but the damage was done, in Logan’s opinion. He couldn’t get the feeling of her generous tits squeezed against his chest out of his head, and from the surprised way she was looking down at his cock, he expected she’d felt his cock press against her too.

“Logan!” Monica exclaimed, and Logan saw that her cheeks had reddened slightly.

“Yes, Mrs. Bishop?” Logan asked, painfully aroused and wishing that Zack’s mom wasn’t so motherfucking hot.

Monica swallowed.

“Something got your tongue?” Logan asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Sorry, just admiring the view.” Monica cleared her throat, causing Logan to grin.

“I don’t have too bad a view, either.” Logan replied, and Monica gave him a sultry sort of smile.

“Breakfast is almost ready, honey. Is Hannah still asleep in there?” Monica asked.

“Yeah, she is.” Logan said, and opened the theater door for her. She cupped his cheek lightly.

“What a gentleman.” she said a little playfully, and headed inside.

Logan headed to the bedroom he shared with Jared, and thankfully found it empty. He ducked into the bathroom and locked the door.

When Logan pulled out his cock to jerk off, it was the image of Monica Bishop that rose up, and sometime during his masturbation, he stopped feeling guilty for jerking it to Zack’s mom.

He was too lost in visions of her large tits, sexy body, and supermodel face.

———

Robert couldn’t quite look at either woman who was currently in his bedroom, and when Brooke sternly ordered Heather to the bathroom to clean up and just as sternly ordered Robert to go put on some clothes, they’d both done as they were told.

“I’m just… I think I’m in shock.” Brooke cleared her throat, “How long…”

“It just started this trip, Mom.” Heather spoke up quickly.

Brooke blew out a breath and nodded.

“Least you waited until she was legal, Robert.” Brooke snapped, and Robert opened his mouth to argue, then closed it when he remembered the power that his ex-wife currently had over him.

Heather dropped down onto the bed next to him, cleaned as much as she could and now dressed in a bra and jeans, the jeans being from her stash of clothes she kept in his room. She used it more than he ever thought she would, and that was well before they started fucking.

She must have ran out of shirts, and the one she’d been wearing when he carried her in was… well, it needed a good wash.

Heather’s thigh was touching his, and he had to stop himself from reflexively wrapping an arm around her.

He also had to stop himself from admiring his daughter’s gorgeous, ample, flawless bosom.

Neither of those things would ingratiate Brooke to them.

“I just… no. No more of this.” Brooke waggled her finger between Robert and Heather, “I’m especially disappointed in you, Heather. You have that amazing boyfriend, Zack… and you don’t even care.”

Robert thought Brooke’s tone softened drastically when she said Zack’s name before it rapidly hardened again, but Robert didn’t have a leg to stand on if Brooke did have something going on with Zack.

“No more.” Robert nodded, and Brooke nodded back, her gaze switching from father to daughter then back again.

“What the fuck?” Brooke muttered as she stormed out.

When the door slammed close, Robert turned to look at Heather. He was unprepared for her to throw her arms around his neck and kiss him hard.

He kissed back, though.

“She can’t keep us apart, Daddy. I love you.” Heather whispered into the space between their lips.

“I love you too, pumpkin.” Robert whispered back, and he loved the shiver of arousal that went down his baby girl’s spine.