Veevee raises a cum-wet hand.

"So did you give Gary another sleeping pill tonight?" Hank asked.

Veevee looked bashful. She raised a hand in front of Hank's nose. He breathed in, recognizing the grassy odor of fresh semen.

"Guess you did," Hank said. "Vee, hon." He shook his head. "Gotta give our boy some space, huh?"

"He asked," Veevee said.

"Oh," Hank said. "Still." He sighed. "Wish I'd gotten to see it. And you've really got to stop."

"Lil," Veevee said.

"Yeah, Lil," Hank said. "Damn, but you've got me hard, Vee."

Veevee raised her eyebrows and smiled. "And?"

"Turn round, you're really going to get it now," Hank said.

Veevee bent over the sauna bench and raised the back of her long T-shirt. She was nude underneath. Hank stood up behind her and penetrated his wife in a single motion.

"God, you're so wet," Hank said. "You get that way jacking Gary?"

"Uh-huh," Veevee said. "Jacking our baby boy, with two fingers up his butt, until he shot his load through his mama's fist."

"Bad mommy," Hank said. "I love you so much it scares me."

Veevee's pussy squeezed down hard on Hank's thick cock. She whined.

"Oooh, Hank, I think I'm gonna come," she said.

"I love you, you incredible sexy bitch," Hank said. "God you're squeezing again."

"Touch my come button, now, now," Veevee pleaded.

Hank slicked his thumb with spit and pressed on Veevee's anus. "There!"

Veevee stifled her moans with her forearm. "Mmmff! MMMMMMM!!!!" Her pussy squeezed down tightly and she thrust back at Hank.

Hank kept diddling Veevee's asshole, rubbing quickly up and down the little folds as Veevee came on his cock, her voice coming out as little muffled squeals through her nose as her orgasm rolled on and on.

Finally Hank couldn't hold back. He pressed his thumb into Veevee's ass and let himself go, thrusting out his climax and spurting a big load deep inside her.

Later they held each other under the gentle warm spray of the shower.

"Bed," Hank said.

"Bed," Veevee agreed.