Is Miss Rosy taking visitors?

Hank smiled as he stroked his second morning erection. "Well, since you're asking, is Miss Rosy taking visitors this morning?" he asked, using their pet name for Veevee's butthole, more shy and retiring than her neighbor Miss Francy, Veevee's "come one, come all, open house!" pussy, pink lips swollen and creamed after two go-rounds with Gary's cock.

"Well, as it happens, Miss Rosy might be open for a visit this morning," Veevee said. "With a little whispering in the keyhole." She pouted out her lips and poked her tongue out a couple times.

"Oh wow," Gary said. "Could I, Mom?" he asked. "I used to do it for Sharon."

Veevee laughed. "At least one good thing you learned from her, then," she said. "Hank, you want to get the lube from the back bathroom? Miss Rosy wants something a little better than the toast butter."

Hank hot-footed it from the kitchen to the back bathroom beside his office, taking time to wash his cock in the bidet that had come with the house, but was only used for the rare occasions when Lil and Gary had been away and Hank and Veevee could host a sex party. Maybe those times were changing faster than he'd expected. He fetched a silver squirt bottle from an upper cabinet shelf and headed back to the kitchen. All this was stolen time. Gary's sister Lil or girlfriend Bernie would come down the stairs soon, and Hank wanted to get his second shot into Veevee's butt if he could. Crazy, maybe, but all three of them were in, on, and up for it. His wife was a magic lady, but sometimes a little too magic.

"Oh, Gary, hon," Veevee said. "That's so good, so good, keep doing it. Oh son. Yes. Yes, baby."

Gary sat in a kitchen chair behind Veevee. who was bent forward over the counter on her forearms. He gripped his mother's buttocks as he licked her butthole. The dusky red knot twitched and pulsed under his tongue, and Veevee shivered and let out happy little sounds. Gary had learned from his former girlfriend Sharon, who loved it. After he got used to the icky taste, Gary had looked forward to how much Sharon got off on it. Mom didn't shriek or jerk around like Sharon, but those sighs and shivers and little moans meant she was loving it for sure. Gary's cock twitched and filled toward a soft erection, his third this morning, excited by Veevee's response. He wondered if Bernie would like it. Or Lil, even?

"So good, so good," Veevee murmured as Gary kept licking. "So good, baby, yeah."

"Hold her open," Hank said.

Gary startled at his dad's voice and looked back. His dad's cock was clean, slicked down with a shiny coat of thick lube. Hank stroked his cock with one hand while the other hand held a silver squeeze bottle topped with a tapered nozzle.

Hank continued, "Gonna come in, Vee. Miss Rosy ready?"

"So ready, hon," Veevee said. "Gary was so good to Miss Rosy. Gary, hon, will you spread my cheeks?"

Gary pushed the chair back, stood next to Veevee and held her buttocks spread open. Hank stepped close, squeezing out a clear blob of lubricating jelly onto Veevee's red star.

"All right, Miss Rosy," Hank said. "Coming in for a visit." He held his cock on target and pressed in steadily. Veevee opened. Hank sighed. "Yes, hon. Yes."

"Oh yes oh YES!" Veevee said. "Stop, wait."

Hank's broad cock head was inside, and her ring was snug around his thick shaft.

Gary's own ass was still warm and a little sore from Hank's first penetration this morning. He held his breath as he watched his mother in the same position. But Mom must have felt this a lot of times. He let out his breath in a long sigh.

Hank nodded at Gary and pointed with his chin. Gary took his hands off and stepped back.

Veevee breathed deeply, her fast, ragged breaths slowing down as she got used to Hank's cock in her ass. "All right, Hank," she said. "Miss Rosy's feeling good. Move slow. Yes. Like that. That's what she likes. Oh hon, it's good to have you back there. Oh. Nice and big. Keep going. Oh."