Not Yet

They remained coupled as the door opened, their mother’s shuffling in and removing her shoes the only sound echoing through the apartment aside from silent kisses as Daniel and Tracy silently debated being caught together.

Unknowingly they were sharing the same perverse thoughts, seducing their mother into joining them.

Pulling out of Tracy with mutually **** moans, Daniel put his cock away inside his pajama pants, while Tracy pulled her yoga pants back over her ass, and wrestled her now even tighter feeling sports bra over her tits.

Walking into the apartment Carrie immediately felt something was off. The way her two adult children smiled at her felt like a cross between feigned innocence, conspiracy, and a predator sizing up prey. Daniel kept his hands together over his crotch trying to come off as casual as he sauntered out of the kitchen to say hi.

Dark thoughts about grabbing the 50-year-old woman circled through both Daniel and Tracy's minds. Elated only by the outside impression imposing on their minds to be patient.

Soon enough.

“Did you put dinner on?” Carrie asked her son, fishing into her purse to extract her cellphone.

“Yeah, just going to go do some studying until its ready,” Daniel responded wandering off to his room in hopes his sister would come along, if she didn't he’d find some other female figures to research.

“Hey mom,” Tracy remarked in passing by to her room. She planned to throw some music on hoping the impression she too might be doing homework would avert any further interruptions.

Seeing she had the living room to herself Carrie shrugged and flipped on the tv. The news would be on soon.

Walking into the kitchen to get herself a drink she paused as she thought she could smell the scent of sex. She shook her head, it couldn't possibly. It's not like Tory had a boyfriend over or Daniel had a girl over.

Rolling her shoulders and feeling an aura of ease flow over her from the oven's warmth permeating the room, Carrie thought nothing of concern as she filled the kettle for some tea.

Sitting down on the couch her eyes began to feel heavy, drifting off into a nap she dreamed about the newscast.

Reports of new liberal sex regulations for employees around town.

A news item about the towns first new orgy diner.

The vivid dream rolled onwards, Carrie not waking as her children's moans barely overtook the noise of the tv.

Completely unnoticed as their father came home.

Jamie wasted no time hitting the shower after work. He had spent a long day shunting trucks at work and not only needed the wash, but craved the thrumming of the hydro massage feature of their shower head across his back.

As he soaked in the waters his mind swam with visions of fucking his wife, getting sucked off, and ideas for later in bed. As he stroked his rigid cock they evolved, threesomes, foursome, first with just another pair silhouetted, but as he got more aroused and welcoming to the ideas the figures became clearer.

Soon Jamie was thinking of double-teaming his wife. Fucking her forward into swallowing their son's cock. Then he felt the lips kissing his testicles. Sucking on them and licking them. Pulling out of his wife almost all the way he soon saw how, his daughter laying in a 69 with her mother, lips and tongue eagerly cleaning his cock of any taste of the pussy he had just pounded.

Feeling his hand stroke his cock to the cusp of cumming he felt himself disabled, arousing thoughts of cumming in his wife, his daughter, even showering them both in cum with his son hooking deep in his mind and not relenting as he was pulled away from the thoughts and efforts by a knock on the door.

Hearing it creep open Jamie struggled with the temptation to whip the shower curtain wide open and show off his cock. Be it his wife, daughter, or son.

Carrie had been woken from her daydream by the oven timer. Pulling the casserole from the oven she barely resisted digging in before telling he husband to get out of the shower, she knocked and shouted on both the kids' doors, feeling unusually eager to serve up the dish.

Tracy and Daniel paused from their fucking for just a second. They'd been going at it for an hour. Changing positions, holes, sexual acts. Not ten minutes before their mother knocked Tracy had eagerly embraced and begun sucking off a tentacle that had reached out from under her brother's bed

It didn't phase him as soon more emerged, it just aroused him more and caused him to double his effort to cum in her ass, as one tentacle stroked across his balls, double penetrating his sister with him.

Slowly the tentacles began to withdraw to the dismay of Tracy and Daniel. Their only response to it was to try fucking even harder.

Changing positions Tracy relished her brother rutting into her from behind, she started moaning louder and louder. Each thrust of her brother rocking her towards the door filling her growing desire for someone to open the door and see them.

She wondered just what her parents would do, could do if they were caught.

As she watched the shadows of her father walk past outside the closed door she strangely wondered if his dick tasted as good as the dick-like tentacles.

“DINNER!” Tracy and Daniel knew their mother’s shout all too well, the nightly summons where she insisted they drop what they’re doing and come sit and try to talk.

Tracy and Daniel didn’t feel like talking, their twisted minds no longer concerned that a parent would come looking for them any moment.

If anything they watched the door together, Daniel leaning down across Tracy’s back, his arms moving to rock her back by the shoulders instead of her hips.

“Are you ready to get caught?” He moaned into her ear, relishing the climax the idea seemed to bring on them both.

Jamie came out of his room in a pair of jeans and a loose t-shirt. Adjusting his awkward bulge he noticed that his kids' room doors were still closed. Knocking quickly on Tracy’s door he turned the knob and let it fall open, “Didn’tcha hear yer…” Pausing he gazed about the empty room. Perplexed by the music left on and the absence of his daughter.

Did she already go to the dinner table?

That’s when he heard it, the entwined sound of a couple fucking. Rolling his eyes he couldn’t believe his son was blaring porn so loudly. Stepping over to the door he didn’t even bother with a warning knock.

Swinging the door open, “Turn that shit down before your mom…” Jamie couldn’t finish his sentence. He was shell shocked. His son savagely bucking into his daughter.

But that wasn’t the worst part.

The worst part was with every sway of her body towards him, every lick of her tongue, bite of her lip, and stare of arousal tore at every fiber of Jamie’s body as he refrained from rushing to join them.

“Mmoore….” Tracy moaned slowly as Daniel slowed his pace, slowly drawing his now 12” cock out, pulling Tracy slightly upright by her shoulders to flash her tits, which she generously cupped for their father to see.

“Please Daddy… I need… more…” Tracy then added giving her best pleading eyes, and a rather lewd lick towards him.