John tells them nothing

John tried his best not to look at William's massive cock swinging in the wind or his wife's naked body as they sat down and started eating. William sat down right next to John, across from Jennifer and her mom.

The dinner was boisterous; Melissa spent the day watching over you and Stevy. As a result, she wanted to know every detail of what happened in the Master Bedroom.

Melissa inquired about the positions they tried, fuck, this was perverse, "Did you do cowgirl?"

William answered, "Of course, I wouldn't pass up the chance to watch our daughter's wonderful tits bounce as she rode me."

Melissa replied, "Did you try the reverse?"

Jennifer chimed in, "Right after cowgirl mom, duh."

Melissa kept prying, "Missionary as well?"

Jennifer "Mom, you know I love looking Dad in the eyes while he cums inside of me. We did that one first. And fourth, and a few more times."

Melissa smiled and kept going, "Standing carry? Titty fuck? Throat fuck? Doggy style?."

William laughed. "We did all of it, baby, everything you could imagine."

That went on for the whole dinner. Jennifer's dad described stretching her throat with his cock, "Just like I taught her, no gag reflex here, right baby girl?"

As he spoke, Jennifer got under the table, and John saw her crawl over and start sucking her dad's cock, as if the discussion of it was too much for her to handle. In truth, she was still on fire for him; she almost couldn't bear these breaks. She hadn't enjoyed this cock for so long; she had so much time to make up for.

Jennifer was taking her dad's cock deep. John knew how well she could deep-throat a cock, he had a big dick, and she had never had any trouble getting his almost ten-inch cock in her throat.

After they finished eating, Melissa spoke up, "William, Why don't you move the crib into our room? It's got a slightly better bed. Maybe John can sleep better there. It will also open up Jennifer's old room for you two."

This prompts odd glances from both William and Jennifer, but they both quickly agree.

As John entered the Master bedroom, he thought to himself. He didn't understand how Jennifer's mother could believe he would actually sleep better here. Yes, the room was slightly bigger, and the bed was a lot bigger; it was a king-sized bed, but the room reeked of sweat, pussy, cum, and overall sex.

And since they just flipped rooms, the noise level didn't decrease. He could still hear every moment of Jennifer's sex with her father. John just tucked Stevy in and settled in for a long night. He tried to wrap a pillow around his ears, but it smelled of cum.

About thirty minutes after John's wife and her dad started having fucking, someone quietly slipped into the room. He instantly knew it was Melissa. Both Jennifer's brother and sister either left late last night or early this morning, and he could still hear Jennifer fucking her father. He just figured Melissa needed some clothes, so he paid it no mind until she climbed on top of him.

"What are you doing?" John quietly asked his wife's mother, and he realized the absurdity. He could scream at her, and Jennifer would not know. He closed his eyes for a moment to get the sound out of his head.

Thump, thump, thump, thump, all the while with Jennifer squealing in joy.

Melissa touched John's cock over the covers, seeing a good-sized bulge, and giggled, "Your dick is hard. I thought Jenn said it doesn't get hard anymore."

She wrapped her hand gently around his pajama-covered pick over the sheet. "John, that is a good-sized cock, not bad at all."

John squirmed and tried to free his cock from her grasp by rolling over, **** to escape; he quickly realized he couldn't. He saw how Jennifer's mom had him all but pinned underneath her soft naked body, and there was no way out of this. Finally, he let out an exasperated answer, "It does this whenever I know she is having sex with another man." Melissa gasped in shock. "REALLY? Wow. You must really love being a cuck, then."