The next day, Jimmy's fun continues... And his father's nightmare grows

Francis Miller woke up early the next morning, as a small object bounced off his forehead. He lay there in a daze for a moment, rubbing at his eyes.

...What was that? Wait, where am I? And why is the room shaking?

Gradually he got his bearings: he was in the penthouse suite of the "Five Suns Hotel & Resort." More specifically, he was lying on a futon on the floor.

Francis winced as his bad back made itself known. Gah! Right, right... I wanted to sleep on the couch, but I didn't ask nicely enough, so Jimmy--Wait. Jimmy... And Audrey... The shaking was getting more and more intense. Slowly, uncertainly, Francis opened his eyes and rose from the futon. Fuck.

Francis's futon was lying at the foot of the master bed. As he peeked over its edge, his eyes were level with his son's huge, swollen, swinging testicles.

Jimmy had his mother's legs in the air, and was pounding her into the bed. It had a heavy, old-fashioned frame, and their "lovemaking" was powerful enough to send it jumping off the floor and slamming against the wall. Every savage thrust shook the room... And yet even over the echoing thunk-thunk-thunk, Francis could still hear the slap-slap-slap Jimmy's apple-sized nuts against his wife's thighs. Judging by the noises Audrey was adding to the chorus, Jimmy's cock must've still been swollen as well.

Francis looked down in shame... Only to spot an empty bottle of SpermiZan lying on the floor, just inches from where his pillow sat crumpled-up at the end of the futon. I guess I know what woke me up. Did he do that on purpose?

Slowly, like someone trying not to look directly at the sun, Francis's head peeked up over the bed once again. Getting a better look, he soon answered his question: Jimmy was busy mounting and stuffing his mother, and didn't even notice that his father had woken up. Guess he just chucked it over his shoulder, then... Well, inconsiderate is better than vindictive, right? Maybe he's in a better mood today.

"Hey, Emily! You up?" Jimmy's sudden yell startled Francis, who tumbled backward. The fall alerted his son, who spared him a brief glance before re-focusing his gaze on Audrey's bouncing tits.

"Morning Dad," he grunted, still ramming into her. "Is Emily awake?"

"I... Um..." Clearing his throat, Francis picked himself up off the floor and looked over at the living area. His daughter was fast asleep, curled up on the couch. "No, she's not."

Jimmy scoffed, and Francis had a moment of crisis. Given the events of the previous day, he knew that he shouldn't upset his son. What the hell am I supposed to do? Should I apologize to him? Or offer to wake her up, just so she can... Can...

Before he came to any conclusion, though, Jimmy continued: "Fuck it, let her sleep in. She was up late texting her friends... I guess she's got a lot to talk about!"

"Uh, that's very nice of you--"

"I still need my nuts massaged, though. Uph... They've been pretty sore, ever since--Ungh... You **** me."

Francis's eyes went wide. "I--Well, that's--"

"Get over here."

His father opened his mouth to protest, then closed it. I can't do that... I won't... No. I have to. We're in Salt Bay, and this... This is just how a father has to act, here. I can do it.

Francis walked back over to his futon, then knelt. He watched his son lurch forward, driving his cock downward into Audrey in order to give his dad better access to his sack. Then he took a deep breath, which proved to be a mistake: he could smell his wife's juices, his son's sperm, both of their sweat...

Curiously, though, it didn't just disgust him. Beneath all the debauchery was a smell he'd never encountered before: something primal, delicious, almost floral. Even as he wrinkled his nose, Francis felt a bulge growing in his boxers. Then a moan escaped his lips, and he felt a spurt of pre-cum dampening his crotch.

Jimmy must've heard him, because the boy let out a giggle. "Hey, I guess it works on dudes too! There was some body spray in that **** kit they gave me... Thought I'd try it out this morning. Mom sure seems to like it!"

"Mmm... Sweetie..." Audrey moaned, her arms pawing at her son's chest. "Don't slow down--YES, just like that--"

Jimmy interrupted her with a kiss, then glanced back at his father. "C'mon... Ungh... What are you waiting for?"

Swallowing hard, Francis reached over to the spot where Jimmy's cock was pistoning in and out of his wife. Then he lay a trembling hand on his son's sack: it was warm, firm, and pulsing slowly. He tried his best to cradle it... But it hardly fit in his palm, and it never stopped bouncing as Jimmy kept on rutting. He ended up having to use both hands, one for each bulging testicle, supporting and squeezing them gently.

"Guh... Muuuch better," Jimmy mumbled. "Infinite stamina's great and all, but I can only slap my balls against Mom so many times before they get sore, y'know?"

All the **** you're pumping into them probably don't help, Francis thought, but he stayed quiet and kept up the methodical massage. Soon he felt Jimmy's balls pulsing faster and faster, as the sweet smell grew more and more intoxicating. The man's erection was at full mast, now, sticking up and threatening to pop out of his waistband.

"G-gonna nut," Jimmy growled, burying his face between his mother's huge breasts as his cock slid balls-deep into her.

Francis gave his son's testicles one final, slightly-firmer squeeze, then felt them contract of their own accord. All three of them moaned in unison as Jimmy dumped his sperm into Audrey, a process that took more than thirty seconds; by the end of it, his balls had shrunk by nearly half, and his mother was leaking jizz all over the bed.

As thick, white cum spilled over Francis's hands, he realized that it wasn't just his son who'd blown his load. Jizz was splattered all over his own chest, and more was leaking from the bright-red cockhead that peeked out of his waistband.

"Fuck," he hissed in shock and disgust, drawing back from his son in order to clean himself.

"Huh? What's..." Jimmy rose from his mother's cleavage, then grinned as he saw his father's predicament. "Oh, shit! That's awesome," he laughed, grinning as his hips continued to make weak, **** thrusts into Audrey.

"I... I'll be right back," Francis mumbled, stretching his sore back and preparing to get to his feet.

"Nah, fuck that! My balls are still sore... And getting kinda cold. Maybe you should keep 'em clean and warm for me, huh? Use your mouth. I bet you can fit one."

Shit. Shit, fuckity-fuck, SHIT. Without making a peep, Francis leaned forward and placed his lips on his son's ballsack. It was wetter than before, and churning even harder as the boy's overworked testicles worked double-time to refill.

Opening wide, he took one of them into his mouth. His son immediately let out a grunt, then started thrusting more vigorously.

"Oooh, God--I just came, but it feels so good," Audrey said, her voice a mixture of confusion and sultry devotion. She sounded about as turned-on as she had on their wedding night... And twice as exhausted.

At least she doesn't have to see me like this, Francis thought. He struggled to keep as much of his son's balls in his mouth as possible, while swirling his tongue around and between them. In fact, I don't think she even knows I'm awake... Or that I exist at all.

"Cum inside me again, sweetheart!" Audrey's long legs and thick thighs wrapped around her son, drawing his smaller body into a tight embrace. "Pump Mommy full!"

Judging by the way Jimmy's nuts suddenly contracted before starting to churn and twitch even harder, the young man was on board with that plan.