The bed is rocking, and Madison is not amused

You can hear the bed rocking in a rapid cadence when you step into the house. Tom's clearly recovered in the time since he was giving Mary a dawn salute, and Mary wasn't going to let a good hard-on go to waste if she hadn't promised her time to a shift at work, a church service, or a meeting of her prayer group.

"Oh, glory be, Tom, sonny! I'm almost there, keep going, you're going to take me to Heaven again!" Mary cries out.

The bed rocks on, the headboard thumping into the wall, bump, bump, bump, bump! You can hear the slap of skin on skin as you step closer, steadying yourself with a light touch on the hallway wall.

You can't read Madison's face. Her expression has gone blank.

Tom's throaty groans are audible alongside the creaking, thumping bed frame and Mary's cries of heavenly praise and joy when you reach the bedroom doorway. The happy funk of sweat, pussy, and pecker juice tickles your nose. They've been going at it hot and heavy.

"I gotta look," Madison hisses.

Before you can put a hand on her shoulder to slow her down, Tom's redheaded youngest sister steps past you and up to the bed.

Roll +Cool using GET OUT OF TROUBLE to see if you can keep the mood light and sexy enough to go somewhere: 2 + 1 = 3, Miss.

Tom is in his stride, holding tight to Mary's broad butt cheeks and laying pipe hard and steady into your lovely wife in doggie. His balls are tight up to his cock root. Mary's knees are on the bed, but her hands aren't clasped in prayer this time but clutching the top of the headboard with a white-knuckled grip. You can see how strong your wife is in body, the muscles of her back, arms, and legs tensed and holding firm against the college boy's railing. With every thrust, her tits swing, her butt ripples, and she moans.

"Take me, Lord, take me, oh, oh, oh, oh!" Mary cries.

You love that sound. You're hard as hickory in your pants, knowing what Tom is feeling. Knowing what's coming next. "Get her, sonny," you murmur. "Get mama her cookies."

Madison watches from close enough to risk catching a flying sweat drop from Tom's brow. Her fingers are splayed and tense, curved into claws. Close enough to reach out and twist Tom's balls.

"Oh, the angels, the angels are coming for me! Take me, eeeeee!"

Mary is so beautiful when the joy takes her. Every muscle strains hard, squeezing, tensing, pulling together and then bucking with release, her hips tilting and grinding, her dark hair flying as her head goes up and down.

Tom notices Madison standing a breath away. He turns his head and flinches in surprise, going off his stride.

"Finish her, you motherfucking man-whore," Madison hisses. Her clawed fingers sweep up behind his balls. "Keep fucking."

Oh good. Your shoulders slump in relief.

Tom recovers his stride long enough to pound out a final flurry of thrusts, his sister's threatening grasp keeping him on the job and keeping Mary's joyful noise rolling on like thunder echoing from the hills.

When Mary's voice is down to happy sighs and murmurs, Madison releases Tom's balls from her tight clutch, flattens her hand, and lays an open-handed smack across Tom's buttocks.

Not his balls, at least.

"What was that for?" Tom protests. Tom slides out. His dick is still hard and upstanding.

"That was for fucking Taylor and then being all I can't control my awesome dick around me," Madison says.

"But you liked it!"

"D'juh!" Madison says. "But maybe I would have wanted to know that I was not that special? That you'd already been banging Taylor? I can't even. You got my cherry, you gave your little sister a good ride, I hope that was good enough for you." She turns to you. "Mr. Forbes, you should take me to the gym after all. I need a place to land a few solid punches and kicks."

You're not gonna argue with that.

But you are gonna grab your cane and get Mary's shopping list from the fridge.

Too bad about driving with a hard-on jammed up inside your pants.