Of course, you’re setting an example

“Of course I am. We need to set an example for the future of this family, Mom,” you say softly, running a hand up her thigh; it's wet with sweat and arousal. “All of them will witness the moment your own son plants his seed inside your womb. Think about how much more loving all of these families will be, now that they can express all their pent-up lust with each other!”

“I'm not really in the 'thinking' mood,” Sofia replies, wrapping a hand around your cock and tugging it as she continues, an action that has become natural between the two of you. “But... Are you sure this change won't cause more quarreling than love? Your father certainly doesn’t look pleased.”

“Well, tough. This is how nature works, Mom,” you reply, cupping her exposed breasts as the bed is brought over. “You chose the more suitable mate.”

“I certainly did,” Sofia gushes, giving your cock a firm squeeze.

With a loud thud, the bed is placed beside the two of you. It's an ornate piece of furniture, and tall enough to give all of the guests a clear view.

"Good work," you say to the men with a nod. They turn and march out of the garden, leaving only you and your mother in front of the crowd.

You wrap her in a tight embrace, kissing passionately while the audience watches. After a moment Sofia leaps back onto the bed, pulling you down on top of her. As she spreads her legs, you position yourself on all fours. A wide grin spreads across your face as the heady mixture of arousal and adrenaline courses through your veins.

Your mother looks equally excited, practically shivering. “They can see... They can all see,” she mutters. “They'll see it all happen.”

You laugh as you lower your hips, and Sofia's hand darts down to ensure you’re aiming at her sex properly. She pants heavily when your fat tip, now oozing with pre-cum, presses against her labia. Both of you moan loudly and happily as you push past her lips, and Sofia writhes with pleasure as her cunt accepts more and more of your thick cock.

The audience becomes more and more rowdy as you slowly but surely penetrate your mother. Soon, the guests find their clothes far too confining. A peculiar thirst awakens in all that are in attendance, one that can only be quenched by the intimate touch of their own kin.

A few rows back, your fake-aunt Georgia stops jacking off the men on either side of her. “Very sorry. boys, but I’m afraid that’s as much of your cocks I can tolerate.” She pulls her twin daughters off of her breasts, guiding their faces upward to kiss them sloppily. Then she pushes both onto the grass, follows them down, and spreads her legs. Madison and Morgan dive at their mother’s crotch, pushing and scratching each other to **** their way to her dripping pussy.

“Don’t fight! You’re forgetting I have two holes, girls,” Georgia laughs, lifting her dress to expose her lower body to everyone in attendance. “I would never deny either of my precious daughters a taste of myself... Now make up and take turns.”

“Thank you, Mother,” the twins reply together before Madison crawls to the back and raises her face upwards with her mouth open. Georgia sighs and begins to moan as her daughters begin eating her out.

"That's it... share. Just like John taught you to."