Hank eases Gary into a chair and carries Veevee upstairs

Hank stood at the sink where his wife Veevee was bent over to receive their son Gary from behind, at the screaming orgasmic finale of mother and son's second fuck of the morning. Veevee was fired off by Gary's big cock in her cunt and his thumb pressing on her anus, with Hank strumming her clit with the fingertips of one hand. Gary was blasting off with his mom's cunt squeezing his cock and her butthole winking under his thumb while his dad was squeezing his balls and pressing a thumb hard into Gary's butthole.

Hank laughed, his own cock swelling against Veevee's flank as he soaked up the glow of his wife and son coming together. He'd caught them stealing an early morning fuck after the craziness of the night, enjoying watching their first bout. But rather than letting them get away with it, Hank had stepped up and indulged himself and his insatiable wife by egging on Gary and Veevee into an encore. Veevee's story of how she'd taken on Gary's friend Peter during the ocean cruise with Hank's assistance was an extra spur to stiffen up Gary's penis for a second go.

Gary and Veevee's shouts of pleasure slowed and quieted. Their taut muscles eased and their stiffly coupled bodies relaxed, then slumped. Gary's knees wobbled and Hank moved his hands to support Gary as his son staggered back from his mom's buttocks, his softening cock popping out and dripping seed on the kitchen floor. He eased Gary back into a kitchen chair, patted his son's shoulder, and got a couple of kitchen towels for Gary to blot himself off when Gary had recovered.

Veevee's breaths were fast and deep. She leaned into the sink, resting on her forearms with her head low. Her son's cream oozed from her swollen pussy lips. "Oh God, oh wow, oh my," she murmured. "Oh fuck."

"Let's take this upstairs, Vee," Hank said.

"I don't know if I can make it," Veevee said.

It looked to Hank like it was an effort for Veevee just to turn her head and look her husband in the eyes. Hank had rarely seen such a bashful expression on his wife's face. She was usually the one to take the lead. Well, perhaps this morning she had done just that, her pussy running ahead of her better judgement again.

"C'mon Vee," Hank said. He stepped up to the kitchen sink, bent his knees deeply, and picked up his wife bodily. She squealed as Hank lifted her off the floor, but didn't have it in her to actually kick her feet.

Hank shifted Veevee into a fireman's carry, folded head-down over his shoulder with a forearm locked across the back of her knees. He carried his wife across the kitchen, heading for the stairway to the bedrooms upstairs. Gary blinked as his mother's bare buttocks bounced by him at near eye level. He turned around as Hank passed to see his mother's blonde hair hanging down below her head. Happily tired after two morning fucks with two deeply satisfying orgasms, Gary slumped back into the padded vinyl of the kitchen chair's back rest.

Veevee made some uneasy noises as Hank started up the stairs, but no actual words came together to protest his caveman maneuver. She ascended the stairs butt-first over Hank's shoulder, relaxing in his firm hold. She felt waves of post-orgasmic tingles wash over her body and sighed with pleasure. The pressure of her head-down position filled the edges of her vision with golden sparkles.