Veevee takes Gary and Bernie upstairs to give Hank an oral wakeup call

"After that job on the sausage," Veevee told Gary, "We should go up and give Hank a wakeup call. Are you game to give your dad a little thank-you in return for last night?"

Bernie squeezed Gary's hand. "I'd love to see that. You did such a good job getting Kevin off last night. And I loved seeing your dad get you off after the shower."

Gary shivered. His face felt warm. Standing naked in the kitchen by his nude girlfriend, facing his mother with a three-quarter erection, he squeezed Bernie's hand. "Okay," he said.

"We'll do it together," Veevee said. "I declare this the after-party."

She led the young lovers up the stairs to the master bedroom.

Hank was sleeping in after yesterday's long day of cramped flights and airport departure lounges. The weary day of homeward travel for Hank and Veevee had been capped off by walking in on their son topping, bottoming, and shooting two loads in the middle of a bisexual orgy in the living room. After an awkward hello, a check-in with Bernie and Gary, and a group shower with Veevee, things had warmed up at Veevee and Bernie's urging, and Hank had taken Gary's last load in his mouth.

Hank slowly came awake. Someone was sucking on his morning wood. Soft lips, a vigorous tongue. He smiled, eyes still closed. Veevee, sweetheart, what a wonderful wake-up call. Home, sweet home. There was a shift of weight on the bed, and a hand angled his erect shaft a little to the side. Another mouth captured the tip of his cock, working with lips and tongue around the crown. Hank blinked his eyes open. His wife Veevee was smiling at him, holding his cock shaft at an angle for his son Gary to suck in the head.

Last night, in the bathroom. The memory came back to Hank, kneeling on the rug, Gary's cock head on his tongue, Gary's balls in his hand, Gary's fingertips on his head as his son groaned and shot a load into Hank's mouth.

"I wanted to see," came a young woman's voice. Close behind Veevee and Gary was Gary's girlfriend Bernie, her dark curly hair pulled back with elastic, her heavy dark-nippled breasts exposed, her golden belly, her dark bush. She was naked, like Gary, while Veevee was just bottomless.

"Why am I the guest of honor this morning?" Hank asked. "Not that I object."

Veevee grinned. "I wanted to see Gary suck cock. We missed seeing it last night. And yours was the only one left in the house."

"Lil?" Hank asked. He sighed as Gary's tongue tip wiggled under the crown of his cock head. "Oh."

"Still asleep," Veevee said. "And if she catches us at it, it serves her right for snooping. Girl got an eyeful of party last night. Oh, there's some food warm downstairs. Hope it's all right for the surprise wake-up call."

"Party rules?" Hank asked. "Oh, you're good, son. Whoa."

"Yes, party rules," Veevee said. "But call it any time, you know. We did ambush you while you were asleep." She smiled. "Or don't." She dipped her head downward and sucked in Hank's balls.