Stick around, Gary, she's going to need you again

Gary turned round to see his father watching intently from the kitchen doorway. Hank was wearing a light bathrobe on this summer morning. Hank's face looked a little flushed, and the robe bulged out under the waist belt.

"Dad!?" Gary said.

"Oh!" Veevee squeaked. She turned her head around. She was still bent over the sink after Gary had withdrawn his softening cock.

"Uh-huh," Hank said. He cleared his throat. "Stick around, son, your mama's gonna need you for another go."

"Hank, honey, please!" Veevee protested. "We..." She pushed up from the sink and started to turn around.

"No, stay right there, Vee," Hank said. "You too, Gary. Caught y'all dead to rights. If you're fucking, you're on party rules, and at a party, you don't be leaving your partner before she's satisfied. Your ma usually gets off on her third go." Hank looked to Veevee. "Hon?"

Veevee sighed, turned back around, and bent forward, arching her back to present her buttocks, her cunt dripping with her son's load. "All right, hon," she said.

"I love that," Hank said. "You look so ready."

Veevee looked back over her shoulder at her son. "Gary, you want to go again after your dad?"

Gary felt tense around his shoulders and a little queasy in his stomach. His cock twitched and started swelling.

"Do what your mom says, Gary," Hank said. "Though if you're ready again now, you can have the second go and I'll take the third." Hank's cock swelled, parting the overlapping cloth of his light robe and rising to a full erection.

Gary swallowed. His dad looked serious. His mom was back in position. His cock twitched with the beat of his pulse, slowly rising again.

"Please, Gary," Veevee said. "Will you stay?"

"Yes, mom," Gary said. "Yes." He felt less tense, but more excited, more intense.

"Good," Veevee said. "Someone be in me." She wiggled her butt.