My dad Milks My Prostate

I felt my dad’s stubble between my cheeks as he gently kissed my tender asshole then deposited a large glob of spit that he used to lube his fingers. Two of my dad’s calloused fingers pushed further inside me mixing with lube, his spit, and my brother’s jizz. He delicately searched for my prostate. I helped guide him the best I could with my primitive noises and by leaning back into his hand when he found the spot.

My dad inserted a third digit up my leaking ass as he tickled and milked my prostate. I smiled at my mom, still focused on pleasing Master Ed and moaning like a porn star. By chance, my little five inch prick got wedged between the couch cushions, so I started humping it like a horny dog latched onto someone’s leg. Master Ed increased His velocity and my mom’s wailing increased in both volume and urgency.

“Hurry up, Ward, I wanna see these bitches get off in unison.”

“Yes, SIr!”

My dad briefly removed his hand from my ass, then returned it with four fingers knuckle deep in one thrust. I howled and continued to hump the couch as he milked my prostate.

“Start making out with your little boy, June,” Master Ed commanded. “I wanna watch you both compete to show me who’s the sluttiest skank in this perverted family.”

I watched my mom try to catch her breath and regain her composure. She looked at me seductively, then pulled me close by grabbing the back of my head. I leaned in and matched her energy. We kissed open mouthed and our tongues entwined. Inwardly, I was disgusted kissing my mom that way, but I knew it amused Master Ed. Pleasing Him was my only goal now, so I did as He commanded without hesitation and disregarded my own insignificant thoughts.

Meanwhile, the pace of my dad’s milking matched Master Ed’s rhythm as He continued to plow my mom from behind. My dad was eye level with Master Ed’s huge dick as it pistoned in and out of his wife’s sloppy vag. He took full advantage of his front row seat and savored every second of the view. I felt his cold metal piercing as his leaky five and a half inch boner rubbed against the back of my leg. Of course, he didn’t dare become distracted from his primary directive of making his youngest son cum.

Before I knew it, my mom and I were screaming into each other’s open mouths while our asses jiggled in time together. Master Ed expertly granted my mom an orgasm in time with his own. At the same time, my dad gave my five incher a gentle tug without removing his other hand from my now gaping ass. I spurted all over our family couch.