That Night

It was almost 10 PM, well past Mary's usual bedtime, as she stood by the front doorway crocheting a sweater. She frowned as the cuckoo clock noted the turning of the hour, wondering where her husband could be. "He's been staying out later and later," she muttered to herself. It was not like Mary to question her husband's whereabouts, but she felt the urge to do so more and more.

Her daughters had gone to bed some hours previously, Taylor being well-exhausted from her fucks with their biker friend, and Robin from her fucks with her church friend elsewhere. They were good girls. Hopefully, Robin would pick up someone's seed soon, and not be so promiscuous in the future. She really wanted to be pregnant like her twin sister. The two did everything together, so it pained Robin not to share in a pregnancy with Taylor. Why an EDP had not fucked Robin in any of the three days they spent at the EDP Convention was a mystery, and there was none in the nearby neighborhoods, and they were always in demand as well.

She heard the door key attempt frivolously a couple times before arising to open it for her husband. She had been deep in thought on her daughter's sex life and had not noticed him pull in. She opened the door for the stumbling fool. "Harry," she said, coldly. She could smell the perfume and see some traces of lipstick on his neck. He had been cheating on her. He grabbed her and kissed her, and she only mildly reciprocated. Cheating or no, she was his wife and it was her duty. He groped her breasts, but she said nothing.

"I'm sorry..." he began, but piped up before confessing any infidelity.

"Shh..." said Mary. "You're the breadwinner. You don't need to apologize." She believed it, truly. Her father and mother had split when they were young and it tore her world apart. She would not have that happen to her family. Harry could become a deranged serial killer for all Mary cared. She would be by his side. She would do her duty.

She took his hand and helped him up the stairs. In the bedroom, with the doors properly locked, Mary began removing her clothing, as Harry almost passed out on the bed.

"You're so beautiful..." he slurred, watching as Mary slipped down the last of her undergarments, rubbing her hands over the remnants of a C-section scar partially fixed in surgery. As a good Christian woman, her lap was covered in fur, but she had trimmed it up a little in anticipation of Big Brute's big cock, not that Harry knew that part. She frowned a little at the ravages of time on her 42-year-old home body, even if she had begun exercises to tone it more now that she expected to continuously fuck someone else than her husband of 19 years.

"Thank you," responded Mary, as she turned to face her husband. They used to fuck in the dark, but, especially in his drunken state, she felt the need to do it more and more in the light as they aged. She also appreciated his casual compliments to her naked body, deservedly or not.

He had slipped off his pants and briefs, and his cock, while not fully erect, was making progress as he rubbed it on the bed. She smiled at him, but inwardly wished it was as big as Brute's, the only other man who's cock had been inside of her. It was probably average or above average size, but still dwarfed by the other one. Still, it was her duty to fuck this cock, whether she would be able to derive pleasure from it ever again.

She slipped into bed as he began fingering her lightly. She took over his handjob and they were soon aiding each other in mutual masturbation. She smiled as she stared at his eyes, but he was drifting away, lost in another world. She could feel his fingering lose its rigor. Perhaps he was dreaming of the woman he had fucked earlier, whoever that might be. Harry was beginning to lose consciousness as his hand slipped away from Mary's nethers.

She frowned, and straddled the now, almost-completely tired figure. She deftly inserted his fully erect penis into her waiting vagina, and rode him. He was now asleep, thanks to a copious amount of ****, but she had edged him further and further along, to the point of almost explosion, as Mary removed herself from his loins. She stood and looked at her masterpiece, a lightning rod pointing towards the immobile ceiling fan, covered in Mary's juices and Harry's precum. A half-smile hit Mary's face as she slinked out and knew what to do next.

Two months ago, Mary had convinced Harry to fuck their daughter Robin, in the hopes that he would impregnate her and she could have a pregnancy on the same timeframe as her sister. But he was filled with shame and remorse the next morning and refused to do it ever again. At the time, Mary assumed he was just against cheating on her, but that doesn't seem to be the case anymore. Mary didn't know why Harry was so against fucking his own daughter.

Anyway, now would be the perfect time for a refuck. Mary unlocked the door and walked quietly through the hallway, making her way to her daughters' room. She flipped the light switch as Taylor and Robin slowly awoke, from spooning each other in their long pajamas.

They looked at their mother quizzically. Mary was covered in sweat, her dark lap hair shimmering for all to see (especially through Robin and Taylor's open window). "Why are you naked, mom?" asked Taylor.

"I was fucking your father," said Mary, nonchalantly as she reached into the bed to pull out Robin. "Now he's going to fuck you!" she said, excitedly.

"I thought you said he didn't want to fuck me again?" asked Robin, in confusion, as Mary began unbuttoning her pajama shirt. Her mother shed the shirt and unbuttoned her bra before continuing.

"Yes, but that doesn't matter. He's asleep with a fully erect dick," said Mary, slipping down her daughter's pajama bottom and panties. As she knelt she looked at Robin's shaved pussy, still freshly showered from a couple hours ago, a small clitoris peeking out from behind its hood. Mary smiled, before reaching in.

"W-what are you doing?" said Robin, as Mary began fingerblasting her, as Taylor watched wide-eyed.

"Getting you wet for insertion. Here, let me try something." Mary had been watching pornography, a sinful practice, in anticipation of aiding her daughter's impregnation search. She hoped to get the hang of cunnilingus, and maybe give her daughter an orgasm or two before the actual sex began.

Robin backed up into the bedpost as her mother began sucking her clit, teasing her folds, licking her insides. She hoped the remains of Bobby's insemination this afternoon had vanished in the shower, so that her mother only tasted her own juices now. But all hopes and dreams were ignored as Mary gave her what was becoming a recurring pastime these days - a multiple orgasm.

"Oh Lord!" she screamed out, in ecstasy. But her mother stopped. "Shh..." she said, reminding her of her erect father's tiredness. Robin bit her lip and moaned.

"Okay, that should be good enough," said Mary, standing up as Robin crumpled down to the floor, sighing heavily with a hand between her legs. Mary smiled down at her daughter, as her face was covered with her juices.

Taking each other by their hands, Mary led Robin to the master bedroom. Like promised, Harry lay prone on the bed, his cock pointing to Jesus's Domain, as Robin giggled. She had had that cock before, but now was even naughtier because he would be unaware. Robin straddled his lap as Mary ensured that his cock would be ready for their daughter's orifice. It fit like a glove, a tiny glove compared to the other cocks Robin had been accustomed to, but a good fit nonetheless. Robin still had a tight cunt - ah, to be young again - so an average cock was a good squeeze.

Mary lied on the sinister side of Harry, as she watched Robin bounce up and down, fucking her father and looking toward her mother for approval. Mary's approval was given by her returning to her own nethers, and jilling herself off. Mary was not the masturbating type, but ever since the Convention, she felt it took care of certain needs in her that were awoken. She also used to fuck Harry every night, but with him gone some nights, she resorted to her own abilities to keep her routine intact.

Robin bit down on her lip, stifling her third or fourth orgasm of the night as a low-pitch moan emanated from her. Mary felt her husband's balls contract, and realized he was beginning to ejaculate. She spread her daughter's pussy lips slightly enough, and smiled as the familiar white liquid was released and began running down his shaft.

Harry smiled too, perhaps thinking of his adulteress, but maybe, just maybe, realizing he had just fucked his daughter on a subconscious level. A woman can dream, Mary thought, as she helped Robin off her father's lap. His penis had already slipped out, and together, Robin and Mary cleaned his groin, before Mary gently wiped away the excess gunk from her daughter's loins. "You probably should elevate your legs when you get back to bed," Mary said, happily feeling some sperm still tingling about inside Robin's pussy. "To make sure the swimmers reach their goal." She licked the excess off her hand.

Robin walked out the open door as Mary cozied up to her now-snoring husband and wrapped her hand around his shrinking cock. She could feel the soap, but perhaps the remain of her daughter's activity about him. Mary smiled as she gave her sleeping husband a peck. on his cheek. "I hope this sticks," she says, quietly, as her hand leaves his cock and returns to its new favorite resting spot, her own folds.

Mary imagined that Taylor would help Robin elevate her legs. The two twins were so close these days, even sharing a bed since the Convention and many showers as well. Mary's crescendo increased as she naughtily thought of the two jilling each other off, maybe even taking Mary's lessons in stride, and sucking on each other's cunts. Anything to keep Robin ready and Taylor serene.

"Oh. My. God." Mary sat up, not out of ecstasy but out of a realization. Robin was having trouble conceiving a child not because she was barren or of low fertility. But because she wasn't having sex right. Since she was a little girl, Robin had done everything together with Taylor. That is the problem. Robin and Taylor need to fuck someone together, to share a lover the same way they shared everything else. Robin's body was unconsciously rejecting suitors because Taylor was not involved, Mary suspected.

Tomorrow, when Robin and Mary go to Big Brute's outlaw bar, they will bring along Taylor, and she and Robin will find a good boy or two in the facility to help keep them hot and satisfied. And Mary would fulfill her end of the bargain, and fill herself up with Big Brute's big cock. She jilled herself to sleep just thinking about it.