Here’s Dad!

“Good morning!” your dad announces as he strolls in. And what a scene he walks in on. His kids are all caught up in some truly debauched shit. His own son is fucking his own wife. Or more accurately his own wife appears to be riding their son like her life depends on it. The smile is wide on the man’s face. He knew this day would come.

“Good morning honey,” your mother greets him, bouncing on you without shame. You on the other hand are so conflicted your only solace is to look to your twin Jen, who is also wide eyed but still sucking that tit and getting ever closer to her own climax.

“Well I was worried for nothing wasn’t I?” says your father as he moves over to the toaster and plates up some breakfast. “Looks like Jon will be able to handle things while I’m gone.”

“Gone?” you ask, finally able to cut through the cloudy haze of sex to respond to your dad.You notice that he’s not dressed in his normal farming clothes. He’s in a button up shirt and chinos.

“For a week,” he says. “I’m going to that farming convention remember?”

You blink at him. You do… vaguely. “I’m running late,” he says, quickly taking a few big chomps of the nebulous breakfast foods I refuse to describe in detail as he pours himself half a glass of milk. “I don’t suppose anybody wants to come with?” he asks, half jokingly. You can’t really think of anything else you want to say, your mother’s hot cunt seemingly taking you deeper and deeper. You hear the load of cum you already deposited inside her being stirred up and squelching, the mixture of your liquids and hers dribbling down your balls. Jen has her mouthful, and neither Betty or your mom seem to entertain the idea of a week long trip away from the farm. “Maybe I’ll drop by grandma’s place after then,” he says with a laugh, picking up his briefcase.

He passes the fourway on his way to the door, but stops to give your mother a quick goodbye kiss. Your mother wants more than a peck though, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him in close then mauling his mouth with hers. You watch this in mild disbelief, but can’t feel jealous when your mother’s hot wet channel is clamping down on your cock like this.

“Your son’s cock is amazing,” she tells your dad, who is helping himself to a squeeze of the tit that isn’t currently being sucked by his daughter. “We made a real fuck machine, honey.” Your dad chuckles genuinely and casts you a strange look of pride.

“I know. The farm girls tell me that all day,” he notes. He gives you a light, fatherly punch on the shoulder. “Hold the fort while I’m away, champ.” Then he gives your mom one last quick peck on the lips and is out the door.

“Ahhnhh!AAAH!!”

You look down and your sister Jen is cumming, doubling over. You see how red and wet with saliva it is around your mother’s areola, and how much her nipple sticks out. The lips of your mother press against yours and now you’re tongue wrestling with her as she fucks you.

“Iwanacum,” she moans to you, her mouth still on yours. She’s against you bodily as she moves up and down your shaft, her sopping, messy cunt twitching. “I wannacum, baby… make mommy cum…” she begs in between her sloppy kisses on you. She’s practically licking your face.

You grab onto her fat ass with your hands, the world once again just you and your mother. You try to thrust up into her needy pussy, try to pull her down onto you. “Please baby… mommy wants to cum on your cock please…” she pleads. You’re a little confused but determined and do your best to give her what she needs, but with her on top of you like this she’s got more control.

“C’mon little brother,” you hear Betty say. “Didn’t you hear what the slut wants?”

You feel your mom’s walls clench around you. “Make our slut of a mother cum.”

You reel you face back now and see your mother’s strained, glistening, pink expression.

“You want to cum?” you ask the woman, who can only nod now. “Go ahead then mom,” you tell her. “Cum for me you whore. Cum on your son’s cock.”

“Ahhn..fuck! Thank you!” she cries, riding you harder, her muscles cinching tighter. The pressure you feel now is incredible and you almost find it hard to breath.

“Fuck you’re a good slut, mom!” you groan, now feeling urgency within yourself.

“Oh my god,” you hear Jen gasp, but you’re not even sure where she is. You just concentrate on your mother who is just a bouncy, sweaty, messy whore in your lap.

“YES! Thank you! YES! AHHH YES!!!” she screams, getting herself there seconds later. The depths of your mother convulse and contract and she becomes a constrictor around you. She hugs you to her chest as she writhes with orgasmic bliss on top of your cock. The feeling of accomplishment sets you off more than anything, and you unload into your mom again. She crushes you into her motherly bear hug and you feel like a bottle being squeezed. You shoot your sauce into her spasming hole, flooding her down to her drenched cervix. Your hot and sticky seeds clings and clumps inside her, all those batches doing their best to ‘prime’ the woman, as she likes to put it.

Your mom finally relaxes, unclenching around your body and your wilting cock, but still staying flopped on top of you. She sighs, resting her head on your shoulder, and she’s so warm and sticky against you and you love how comforting it all feels. Your eyes focus in on the rest of the kitchen and you see Jen has abandoned her skirt completely. She taking sips of milk while still looking at her brother and mother sharing that seat, idly stroking herself between the legs.

Your older sister Betty is on the other side of the table and seems to have just been eating her breakfast for the last couple of minutes. She’s almost finished and meets your gaze with a smile.

“You still going to be of any use on the farm today?” she asks, popping her last bite of toast into her mouth. You cock finally slips out of your mother and you feel it land into a pool of fluids in the seat of the chair between your legs.

“Don’t worry,” you say and manage to reach the table and pick up your glass of milk. You take a long, cool and soothing drink of delcious fuck cow milk. “I can do this all day.”