Go whole hog

You back off and rub your cock over your shorts as you stare at your topless mother and sister. A quick sniff of your finger confirms that some of your mother's juices had soaked through her yoga pants. You smile as they look at you uneasily or impassively. You aren't sure which.

You continue smiling, almost laughing, as you peel off your own shirt and then your shorts, your very erect cock breaking free from its prison. Erin and Dana both instantly eye your cock, but don't say anything. They're calm and collected, awaiting your needs.

Shit, you thought, _I can only do this once. I really should've held out or did one or the other. Oh well._ You begin massaging your cock as they occasionally share awkward glances.

"Is that all you want, just to jack off?" says Dana, indignantly. She's going to get it.

"No," you replied. "I shouldn't have to be the only one naked, either."

They get the hint, and slip off the rest of their clothing. Erin's yoga pants are folded neatly onto the rest of her outfit, as Dana merely tosses her denim shorts into her disorganized pile. You compare and contrast pussies now, noting that Dana, ever the lithe gymnast, has shaven herself completely. Your mother had a tuft of well-kempt hair, enough to hide in her normal bathing suit, but nothing too wild or bushy. You walk up and and almost leer at them as they stand side-by-side and you reach inside of both of their pussies with both of your hands.

"Do you like that?" you whisper into Dana's ear as you continue to frig her. "No." she said, probably sincerely.

"Do you need pointers?" asked Erin, as she passively let you finger-fuck her. Maybe.

You stepped back, your hands both soaked, and just nodded. To your astonishment, your mother kneels before Dana and begins massaging her own daughter's clit.

"Mom, what are you doing?" asks Dana, not angrily but curiously.

"Clearly John wants a threesome, so we're probably going to get a little cozier than normal, sweetie," she said, but Dana was barely listening now, as Erin was frigging her almost to completion. You had to fuck her.

You fucked before. Your two last girlfriends and some random girl at your first college party, your only foray into casual sex. "Eat her out," you say to your own mother, who nods understandingly and with a bit of a distasteful look, begins performing cunnilingus on her daughter.

You were amazed, astonished at this entire scene. You fished out your phone and turned it on, taking video as your mother ate out her daughter. They either didn't notice or didn't care that you were capturing them in such a degradated state. Dana's eyes were closed, and she bit her lip, as she grasped onto Erin's head while Erin continued her ministrations.

You continued to video this, as you approached behind your mother, who was kneeling awkwardly to keep her balance while performing the deed. She must have seen you or sensed you in some matter as you approached, because she spread her legs a bit, to welcome your member.

And fuck, was it a welcome. Warm and surprisingly tight for a married woman of her age who had three kids, you still slipped in well-invited. You grasped her wide ass and pushed in and out, setting your phone down where you think it might get a good view.

The feeling was ecstatic... she was kegeling on your cock as you entered her. No wonder she was tight. That yoga class paid off. The fucking was intense, you had broken off a sweat within seconds, as Dana was already cumming from her mother's highly adept multi-tasking. Dana wiped her brow and sat down, but your mother remained in place, wiping her face as you continued to fuck her doggy style on the kitchen floor. She swallowed some of your sister's juices as she offered you encouragement. "That's it, Johnny..." pant, pant, "Right in there. Get in there deep," she looked back at you with a smile, perhaps hoping to end this entire situation.

No. _No, no, no._ You couldn't finish like this. You struggled to pull out of her vice-like grip and backed up, panting yourself as you took a moment to think. This is your only chance to fuck your mother and sister. You better not waste it by cumming early. Dana takes a drink and looks at you in concern, as Erin gets off her knees, while you rest against the fridge, looking down at your slathered cock. "Get on the table!" you bark at them, as they approach but quickly back off.

"Wh- what?" asks Erin.

"The table! Now!" you fling their clothes and your half-eaten sandwich to the floor as both Dana and Erin sit down side-by-side. The kitchen table is barely enough room for both of them, as their legs dangle freely, but they do have the ability to lie down and stare at the ceiling. Dana's turn.

You spread open her legs and feel the warmth and leftover juices from where your mother had pleasured her. Your cock replaced your hand as you prepared to enter into her love canal. She was tight. So tight. Very tight. Too tight.

"What the fuck?!" you exclaimed, looking down at a warzone as you just broke your sister in.

"Sorry," said Dana. "You know I never had a boyfriend, right?"

You just took your sister's virginity. This contest was amazing.

The blood wasn't enough to stop you, as you continue to pulse in and out as you stared into her eyes now. The pain she felt was replaced with pleasure or at least acceptance of the ordeal, as Erin squeezed her hand and kissed her cheek. "The first time always hurts, sweetie, but you're doing great."

"Thanks, mom". It was sweet, watching the normally bickering mother and daughter bond over you fucking them. Your mother's hand reached in, although you weren't sure there was room, and she managed to massage Dana's clit again as you kept plastering away. "I'm just trying to make your sister feel better," she said, with a smile as you nodded silently.

And that was it. The feel of your mother's hand. The feel of Dana's virgin pussy breaking in. The whole taboo and possibly illegal in this state actions you were taking. It was enough to put you over the edge, and you flooded Dana's pussy. Semen was dripping around your cock after one pump, two pump... you were always so full and knew more pumps awaited.

You pulled out, more ejaculations staining Dana's outsides as well as insides, and some reaching the floor and kitchen table. Your mother's hand wipes out loose semen as you push her down and spread her legs. You pump maybe once or twice inside Erin before exploding a final time. She pats you on the back and allows you to rest on top of her heaving chest.

Hours go by as you rest, your mother not bothering to move from her spot, although the sex act was surely over. You open your eyes in a darkened kitchen and adjust to her smiling face. "You feeling okay, honey?" You nod, and roll off the uncomfortable table and sit on an uncomfortable chair. Your mother shimmies down, as you spy the reddened back from hours of discomfort lying on the table, and she picks up her discarded clothes. Not bothering to cover up, she hands you your phone and kisses your forehead. "I'll be in the shower. Hurry up, class will be soon."

Your phone is dead, but the stove clock says it's about 3 pm. Class is at 4 pm. Shit, you say, as you slip on your shorts and shirt, and decide to get a spare battery charger for your phone. You trail out the kitchen into the living room where you physically run into the old man himself. "Easy there, sport," says your father, Warren Doe. "How's the contest going?" He has a smile as he holds you at arms length.

"Y-you know about this?" you say, both about the contest in general and what you just did in the kitchen.

"Of course, I walked in on you and your mother about an hour ago. She and Dana explained it all to me. She's a bit of a pistol too, if I say so myself. I always fall asleep too. Quite ball draining," he laughs as you shiver at the thought of your parents having sex.

"Uh, whatever Dad, I have to get to class." You squeeze past him and out the front door. You get in your Camry and start it up. Breathing heavily, you take the whole sequence of events in, but still have trouble understanding what happened in the world. You plug your phone in the car's phone charger when there is a knocking on your window. It's Warren.

You roll it down and gulp. "Y-yes?"

"You forgot your ticket!" he hands you the crisp paper ticket cordially. "Have fun in class! I expect you'll conceive at least six new grandchildren for me by the time I see you again." He let out a large belly laugh as he almost skipped back inside.