Surfer dude Stuart plus... her son Gary and his girlfriend?

Veevee stood by the side of Stuart's Super Surf Van. She motioned to her husband to come look through the window. Veevee's smile was big enough for him to see in the dark.

Hank left their luggage and stepped quietly up beside his wife. He bent down to put his head next to hers at the window. He looked into the interior of the van and saw that a flat strip of pinhead lights circled the mattress-covered back compartment, dimly lighting three naked figures. In the middle was a pale-skinned young man, lying on his back with his legs open and his knees bent. His head was turned so Hank couldn't see his face. To his side sat a young woman with generous curves, dark curly hair and glasses, looking at his face as she stroked his hard cock with one hand, the other between her legs. And kneeling between the young man's legs, a mature man with a surfer's tan and wiry, defined muscles was fucking his cock in long strokes into the young man's exposed butthole.

Hank couldn't get a good look at anyone's face, so he didn't recognize anyone right off. He could see why Veevee was excited, since she loved to watch men take cock up the butt. But she was practically quivering. What was so special? He looked harder. The tight, tanned back, that had to be Stuart. Dark curly hair, glasses, big butt and boobs. Not Gary's boyfriend Bernie, that wouldn't make sense. And who was that in the middle? He looked a little pale to be a surf boy.

Hank turned his head to Veevee and looked a question at her. He silently mouthed, "Who?" and raised his eyebrows.

Veevee whispered excitedly in his ear, "Look again!" Hank turned his head. "Can't you tell?"

The tanned fellow had put his hands on the young man's thighs, spreading them wide so he could penetrate deeper. The fellow leaned back, and now Hank could see his face. It was Stuart, the owner of the Super Surf Van, his eyes closed. Hank could also see Stuart's cock thrusting in the young man's body. The young man's head rolled from side to side with the intense sensation. Above his cock-filled ass, the ridge of the young man's cock root ran up to his tight pink balls. His shaft sprang erect from a tangle of dark blond hair, the woman's hand caressing it. The young man's hips quivered. Hank smiled. His own cock twitched with familiar excitement. Since Veevee had gotten him started with men, he'd been in Stuart's position a few times. It was a real turnon for Hank when his catching partner stayed hard like the young man in the van. Hank frowned. There was something familiar about the young man's proportions, the way he moved. Something about his erect penis, too...

Veevee's cheek was warm on his as they watched. He heard her breath, fast and deep with excitement. Her hips quivered against his body. "I can't believe how lucky we are to see this," she breathed. "And look how hard he is with that cock up his butt!"

The young man's legs twitched. He turned his head to the young woman, said something and pulled her toward him. Hank looked, but couldn't catch his face in the dim light. She leaned over and offered a large breast to his mouth, hiding his face behind her shoulder. She rested her shoulder on him and kept stroking his cock and her pussy. Veevee sighed.

Stuart's deep thrusts grew more uneven. His fingers squeezed harder on the young man's thighs. As his orgasm caught him, he opened his mouth and closed his eyes. He drove his hips forward, pushing his cock deep into the young man's butthole and held still. Stuart's cock root pulsed with each hot shot up the young man's butt.

Veevee whispered, "Stuart's coming, darling, come too, do it."

Hank was confused. Who was Veevee calling 'darling'?

The young woman glanced back at the surf dude starting to blow his load. She closed her fingers into a fist around her partner's shaft and jacked him quick time, a 'come-for-me-now!' stroke. And he did. The quick fist on his cock and the hard cock shooting come into his butt took him over the edge. His legs kicked, his cock head swelled, his shaft jerked and he spurted come onto his chest and belly.

Veevee whispered, "Oh, come Gary, come, come, come on that big cock, my beautiful son."

Hank blinked. It WAS them! He felt a cold, dizzying shock. That was his son Gary with his legs spread, Stuart's cock spearing his ass as he blew his load. And Gary's girlfriend helped him get off, hand-pumping his cock while she fed him her tit. As Hank stared, he saw Bernie get off on her fingers. Her head tilted back, then forward, and her glasses fell off as her body bucked with her own orgasm. Hank's own hard-on throbbed, and he ached to put it somewhere. But he felt really weird from how he got it.

"I don't believe it," he whispered to Veevee. He felt dizzy, but his erection held, and his wife's arousal was radiating from her, her fast, deep breaths, her hot cheek, her hips rubbing against him. He looked back at his son still shooting come and felt a hot flush wash away the frozen feeling. What the heck.

"Bernie's coming toooo! Oh Gary, keep coming!" Veevee said. "They're all coming! God, how beautiful," Veevee said. "Darling, I've got to have you," she whispered to Hank. "Take me now!" She tucked up her skirt and started pulling at her tights.

"Here?" Hank croaked, his voice breaking even in a whisper. His cock throbbed uncomfortably, bent down under his pants. "Wait..."

Veevee yanked her tights down and pulled at Hank's belt buckle.