It's whats for dinner

I was chopping vegetables for dinner when a set of arms wrapped around me from behind. It was John, of course, his breath warm against my neck as he pressed his body against my back, his hands sliding up my sides to cup my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress. Of course he could use me however he wanted. I arched my back to give him a better feel, but otherwise kept on chopping. If he wanted my attention, he would let me know.

"Homework is finally done," John said excitedly. "Now can we have fun?" he asked plaintively, humping against my ass and squeezing my breasts harder, making me gasp.

"So that was 90% done, huh?" I teased, feeling his clothed hardness pressing against my ass. "Notice that it was several hours ago when you told me that."

"I will admit that the last few problems were harder than I anticipated," he said, his flicking my hard nipples as he ground himself against me. "I still think I could have just done it tomorrow. I have all day, after all."

"Never put off till tomorrow what you an do today," I said, I rolling my eyes. "I'm busy making dinner. You can use me if you want, but if you're hungry, you might want to help me finish first."

He gave my tits a firm fondle, then grabbed the pasta from the counter. I had to playfully scold him a few ties when his gaze wandered to my body instead of the boiling water, but otherwise everything went smoothly. John finished up and sat at the table, pulling out his dick and wagging his hardness at me "I did my homework and helped with dinner," he said, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes. "I think I deserve a reward from my mommy."

I rolled my eyes but got on my knees in front of him, taking his hard pole into my mouth, my lips sealing around his length as I began to bob my head up and down.. He groaned, his hands tangling in my hair as my lips met his root and my throat messaged him. I pulled back, taking a long, languorous lick, tongue swirling along his length before scooping his pre-cum fro the tip and making a show of swallowing it. I just loved blowing my son, like a milf should, and I could feel myself getting wetter with each bob of my head.

"You're so good at this," John said encouragingly. I purred appreciatively around his cock as I gradually pulled back, cheeks hollowing, sucking on his pole like it were the tastiest lollipop in the world. A bit more of that and he was cumming, shooting delicious shots of jism in my mouth before I pulled him out, letting him cover my face in his warm cum. His hot seed coated my lips and chin, and I couldn't help but smile as it evaporated; he wanted to use me without leaving a mess, after all.

"There, I hope that was enough 'reward' for you," I said, turning to grab the food from the counter, voice slightly breathless.

"But my little sister promised me a fuck," he whined, grabbing my arm with a smirk on his face.

"Your dad will be home any minute," I reminded him, eyebrow raised. Not like it was a problem, but just making sure he realized how late it was.

John pulled me onto his lap, his bare dick nestling in the folds of my dress. I could feel his hardness against me, and I couldn't help but grin. I worked a muscle I never had before this morning, and I started to feel younger, more peppy, my eyeline lowering a bit as I got slightly shorter, my breasts and ass deflating but firming up and rising, my muscles softening, as my body transformed from milf to barely legal 18 year old. I felt my dress separate at the waist, changing from a one-piece to a two-piece outfit, the collar plunging and back vanishing as my youthful breasts settled into a backless halter top, the skirt crawling up my legs as it shortened. I flipped the front out of the way, used one hand to line him up, and sat on John's dick with a soft moan, letting the dress fall back down, leaving our joining concealed. He stretched me completely, filling up my tight, teenage cunt. My 'older brother's' dick perfectly fits my teenage body's pussy; I am literally his perfect sexy younger sister, and I love it.

John started to move, his hips thrusting up to meet my downward movements. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure through my body, my nipples hardening against the thin fabric of my halter top. I could feel myself getting wetter with each thrust, my teenage cunt clenching around him. I moaned softly, my head falling back as I lost myself in the sensation. My breasts bounced slightly with each movement. "I'm your perfect little sister, aren't I?" I asked him. "Fuck me harder. This body is made for you to fuck. Literally made for you to use. So fuck me." John did as his 'little sister' told him. I leaned forward, my hands resting on John's chest as I increased the pace, John's hands on my hips, his thrusts becoming more forceful, and I moaned loudly.

I heard the front door open. Howard... 'Dad' walked in as I bounced on my son's... 'older brother's' dick; it made it even hotter thinking about it like that. 'Daddy' was dressed in a tight, expensive suit that hugged his muscular body perfectly, the fabric clinging to his broad shoulders, washboard abs, and toned chest, the pants just barely loose enough to not be indecent but just tight enough to suggest the large dick hidden within. He was so handsome; if I weren't already riding John's dick, I would have wanted to jumped him right then and there. I moaned softly as he leaned down to kiss me, not minding at all that I was grinding on John's lap as he did so. His lips met mine in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth as I ground my cunt onto our son's... my 'brother's' dick.

"Hi, Anna," he said, his voice smooth and suave. "How was your day?"

"It was good," I replied, my voice breathy as I kissed him back, a few gasps escaping as John slowed his fucking. "And it’s even better now that you’re home," he smirked, giving me another quick peck. "Oh and by the way, when I am... like this, call me Annabelle."

"What?" they both asked at once, their odd harmony making me laugh.

"Anna is a hot milf wife and mother, mature and sexy, if I do say so myself. Annabelle is a sexy little sister who loves to fuck her daddy and her older brother," I explained, pulling up and thrusting down on John's pole for emphasis.

"Should I be worried that you are dissociating?" Howard asked giving us a wry grin. I just fucked John harder and gestured to the counter; he grabbed the food, which had never quite gotten to the table, yelling to let Amy know dinner was ready.

I stopped John for a second, leaning back and stretching my legs far farther then they would go when I was a milf, and manged to turn around to face the table without letting his dick escape the warm embrace of my cunt. I leaned back against him and ground myself on his lap as I started eating. John ignored his own food, instead fucking me harder. Well, if he didn't mind cold pasta, that was his choice.

Amy hurried into the kitchen, her eyes flickering rapidly between the sight of her teenage 'younger sister' bouncing on her borther's lap, what was happening both completely concealed beneath my dress but also patently obvious, and her father casually digging into his plate of pasta right next to us, paying the obvious sex happening inches from him no mind. She hesitated for a moment, her fingers fiddling with the straps of her tank top as she took in the scene. Her breath hitched slightly whenever her gaze landed on her father, taking in his handsome form, the way his muscles flexed as he shifted his weight, and the confident way he held himself. She took a seat, across from john and I, her movements stiff, and slowly began eating. "Hey, Dad," she said, her voice a little too bright, a little too ****. "You’re looking… nice."

I couldn’t help but smirk as she tried to play it cool. I leaned back on John’s cock, grinding down on him to see if that would get her attention, but she remained focused on her father, even though she was obviously trying to not show it and failing miserably.

"Thanks," Howard replied casually, completely oblivious. He might not notice the way her nipples strained against the thin fabric of her tank top, how her breath got just a little faster when Howard shifted his weight, but I did. I fucked John faster, slamming down on him harder

John groaned as he cum inside me, his hands gripping my hips tightly, thrusting himself as deep as possible inside me, grabbing my hips and holding me fully impaled on his member. His cock pulsed, filling me up with his hot seed, and I couldn’t help but moan softly, my own orgasm crashing over me as I clenched around him. He finally began to eat, remaining fully inside me, our bodies still connected in the most intimate way possible. It was so hot, Howard sitting right next to us, not caring as our son got me off and completely missing the signals his daughter was putting out, all while I pulsed my inner muscles along John’s still-hard dick.

"So, Amy," I said, teasingly. "What do you think of your dad's outfit?"

Amy choked on her food, her cheeks flushing a light shade of pink. She looked down at her plate, her voice subdued. "I just mean that he looks good in that suit, that’s all."

"Looks good? Is that all?" I shot back, grinning at her. "Maybe good enough to fuck?" I added, throwing in a grind on my son's dick. Howard finally picked up on what was going on, a forkful of pasta nearly missing his mouth.

"Why does everyone keep asking if I want to have sex with my father?" she yelled, slamming her hand on the table, voice filled with embarrassment. "First John, now you."

"Because it's obvious you do," John put in, chuckling."You might as well have hearts in your eyes whenever you look at him."

Howard just continued to eat, pointedly not saying a word. I was sure the feeling was mutual, but he was doing a much better job of hiding it than she was. I leaned forward, putting my elbows on the table, my shift in position drawing an appreciative groan from John. "You don't need be ashamed, Amy," I said, my voice soft and teasing but also concerned. "It's okay if you want your father."

Amy shakes her head, her cheeks turning even pinker. "I don't," she insists, but there was a glint in her eyes that gave her away.

"Look, it's ok," I said. "Your dad's a handsome man. If you want to fuck him, I say just do it," I added encouragingly. I would hate for her to hold back because she thought it would make me upset.

"You're all ganging up on me!" she whined cutely, face in her hands.

"Come on Anna, let the girl make up her own mind," Howard put in.

"Annabelle," I shot back testily. "Annabelle is John's hot sexy teenage little sister who, unlike her older sister, doesn't live in denial about how much she wants to fuck her daddy."

Howard rolled his eyes again and set down his fork, looking at Amy with a soft smile. "Don't let us pressure you," he said gently. "If you want to have sex, just say the word."

"Yeah, just be honest, sis," John said seriously.

Amy bit her lip, her cheeks flushing even deeper. She glanced at John, who's still slowly fucking me from behind, and then back at Howard. Her voice is barely a whisper when she says, "I do."

"I can't hear you," John teased as he thrusts into me, his voice loud enough to carry across the table.

Amy huffs, but her eyes spark with mischief as she raises her voice slightly. "I said I do! I do want to fuck my dad! Are you happy now?" Amy bit her lip, her cheeks flushing as she looked down at her plate, but I could see the heat in her eyes as she fought a losing battle against her desire. "You know, I could heard you last night," she blurted out, her face burning crimson. "Through the walls. I was in my room, and I could hear everything," she shuddered, her breath coming faster. "I made myself cum so many times listening to you." My stomach fluttered at the image of Amy, alone in her room, touching herself while imagining us together. I couldn't help myself and I began fucking myself with John’s cock faster as I listened. "I couldn't believe my old dad could do all that. But then when you came down to breakfast in just your underwear, and I could see how much you had changed, how hot you were now, all those muscles, your hard dick..."

John groaned as I fucked his pole harder the longer she spoke. "Fuck, Anna...belle," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear. "You’re killing me here."

Howard ignored us, his attention focused on Amy. He cleared his throat, voice rough when he speaks. "I… I’ve been thinking about it all day too," he admits, his gaze flickering between Amy and me. "Since John used me. Since he made me a Dilf. It’s like… an instinct now. I want you. I want my daughter. I want to fuck my daughter."

"Really?" Amy’s eyes widened, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she looked at him. "I... I thought it was just me. I thought you'd think I was a pervert."

"You are not a pervert. Your my daughter. My hot daughter that I would love to fuck," he said, his voice thick with lust. "And if you’re offering, I... I'd be happy to oblige," he said, his voice slightly hoarse.

Amy shot a glance my way, as if asking permission. I slowed down, letting John lightly thrust into me, and nodded, smiling, understanding. "It's ok. It makes sense," I said softly. "I'm fucking John. Of course you can fuck your father. We already talked about this. You should fuck him if you want. Obviously John is using us like this, so we have an open marriage, and who better for Howard to have sex with than his darling daughter?"

The atmosphere in the room was charged with desire, and I could feel John's cock twitching inside me as he continued to fuck me slowly. Amy grinned, her eyes shining with excitement. Howard turned sidewise in his chair to face Amy, his movements fluid and confident, and I could see the heat between them growing. "I want you, Dad," Amy says reaching out, fingers tracing the lines of Howard's chest, her voice filled with desire.

John's hands griped my hips tighter, his thrusts becoming more intense. I moaned softly, my body responding to his touch even as I eagerly watched Amy and Howard. My husband pulled our daughter close, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. I watched hungrily as they started to explore each other's bodies, Howard focusing on Amy's huge, buoyant boobs, her slim waist, the curve of her hips, Amy on his broad shoulders, 6-pack abs, and his huge rock hard clothed budge. Amy bit her lip cutely, her eyes darting around wildly as she leaned into her father's touch. "Can we... go to my room?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, but filled with desire.

"If that's what you want," her father replied gently.

John shook his head. "Nah, fuck that. No need to be shy, you two. You should do it right here and now," he said, his voice filled with excitement, a smirk playing on his lips. "That way we can watch. There's never a need to be shy around family."

Amy didn't hesitate. She bent over the table, her skirt riding up to expose her ass to Howard, boobs pressing against the table. Her breath came in short gasps as she pulled her skirt above her waist, pushing her panties aside, her wet pussy inches from her father's eager face. Howard didn't make her wait long, running a finger along her lower lips as he quickly opening his pants, his already hard cock springing free. With a groan, he lined himself up, pressing his tip into her gates, running it up and down her entrance as she let out the cutest purrs.

John practically threw me over the table, making me cry out in shock as his length suddenly pulled free of my pussy, then positioned himself behind me, cock at my entrance, our pose a copy of theirs. Rather than immediately thrust back inside me, he waited, watching as his father lined up. "I want to fuck my milf mom while my dilf dad does my sister," he whispered to me. I moaned at the thought as I tensed that new muscle again, taking a deep breath which never entirely left me as I grew older, more mature, my increasing bust pushing me away from the table as it grew bigger and heavier, his hands sinking into my larger, more muscular thighs as I shook my rounder ass at him.

Howard slowly pushed into Amy's depths, his movements smooth and controlled as he gently but firmly stretched her open. At the same time, John did the same to me, his dick spearing into the same pussy he once came out of, still a perfect fit but in a different way. Amy moaned softly as Howard fucked her from behind, her body arching with each deep thrust, breasts rubbing back and farther across the tabletop. I could see the pleasure written all over her face, eyes closed in ecstasy as she took her father's long, hard cock deep inside her. John tried to stay in sync with them, grunting with the effort of restraint, even though he clearly wanted to fuck me harder and faster, but didn't want to break the spell.

My face was just inches from Amy's, and I could see how much she was enjoying her father's long, thick cock could see her pleasure drunk gaze, hear her soft gasps with each penetration. I let John's thrusts push me forward, my halter top having ridden up allowing my boobs to drag along the table, and before she even realized what is happening, our lips meet. Amy cried out in shock, pulling back, her cheeks flushing even deeper as she looked at me with wide eyes. "Mom..." she breathed, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and desire. John groaned at the sight of us kissing, his thrusts becoming more erratic, and I could tell he was getting close. Howard likewise grunted, his hips moving faster as he fucked Amy harder, synchronization between father and son lost. I felt my own orgasm building, my body trembling, and I can see Amy tensing, thrusting back harder at Howard, and I know her own orgasm is coming too. As we all cum, I kissed her again, the two of of crying our pleasure into each other's mouths.

We all lay there, Howard and John spasmodically thrusting into us as the last of their seed shot into our cunts. Howard fell backwards onto Amy's chair, his still hard dick within her carrying her along, Amy letting out a sharp yelp as they sat down hard, her body still trembling from her intense orgasm. Her father playfully cupped her breasts, his fingers gently pinching her nipples, making her giggle softly as she ground herself on him. John pulled out of me with a soft pop and bonelessly sat down, his movements lazy and satisfied. I lay on the table for a bit, my large boobs acting like a pillow, then sat next to him, my body still tingling from the incredible sex we just had. John halfheartedly poked at his cooling food. I couldn't help but grin as I look around the table, none of our plates even half finished, my husband and daughter clearly more interested in each other than the food.

"Looks like we can forget about dinner," I commented, my voice filled with amusement. After a moment of heady silence, Amy giggled, her head resting against Howard's shoulder as he ran his hands over her stomach, he dick causing a visible bulge as she ground herself on him. John and Howard couldn't help but laugh too.