Here, on Mollie, his ass was humping his mother’s spread thighs and his fluffy balls were banging her buns. There, on Bill, was Julie rearing up and down on her father’s erection, the family pride a flag pole over the shaggy family jewels. Then Mary’s young pudenda made contact with her daddy’s lips and Mollie saw his tongue taste their child’s genitals. Mary giggled and grabbed her pop’s head and drew it up. She was obviously now happily the ‘Little Lady of Daddy’s Lips”. In fact, from conversations with her older sister, Mary had long ago learned the joys of ‘jilling’, and had discovered orgasms as a thing to do while in her bed, or the bath, and even other times and places in private. She was rather good at it, but it ran in the family, she got it from her mother’s side of course!
Now she was ecstatic that her dad was making that special tingling in her crotch begin to blossom. She wanted to have him do it to her, she loved it and she loved him and this was so good that the two could be loved together at the same time. “Yess, daddy!” she cried, “do that, make me feel like my whole body is full of fizzy fire!” Mollie felt her hand suddenly being held by Bill, the fingers intertwining and squeezing. He was verging on a big cum, she knew from this silent communication. She was too, gripped not just by his hand but by the entire erotic round robin of family fucking. Billy was picking up the pace; Julie had her head tilted back and an ethereal look in her expression. ‘Had she ever cum with a dick in her?’ Mollie had a moment’s wondering, before Mary let out an eerie wail of a cry, as her climax washed through her petite body.
Though muffled in his daughter’s genitals, Bill’s grunts signaled that he had been triggered by Mary’s orgasm to erupt in Julie with his own cumming. Julie shrieked in rapture as she felt her dad’s sperm shoot deep in her vagina. The throbbing organ was a massive manic muscle of man-meat that she drove down on to take as much up her as she could. Julie’s yell, was more than Billy could manage, as the wild scene cascaded in sexual pandemonium from one family member to another and he lunged hard and held his peter in Mollie’s pussy. Thus making his mother peak too, as she felt the seed of her son spew within her and the sound of the rest of her family in the throes of ecstasy ringing in a cacophony of cumming, she too joined the chorus of copulation with her own climatic cry.
That moment seemed to hold in a freeze frame of time, like they were statues, cast in plaster, painted in shades of pink and ruddy flesh tones. Then the moment ended with the movement of Mary toppling to the middle of the bed, on her back. She let out a over-sized sigh and said, “Whoowie! That was GOOOD!”
After a minute of silence that followed, Bill said, “Moll, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you . . .”
“Yeah,” his wife replied, “Me too.”
And so, with their children on top, between and beside them, as they kissed and were kissed, and kissing went around with the rest of them as well; Mollie and Bill shared their bedtime stories; which included sordid showers, furtive fucking, stealthy seductions and a covert consanguine couch; appended by an assortment of sentiments from the sisters and brazen boasts by their brother. That Sunday morning, there were no more secrets and their family never enjoyed each other’s company more than they did right then, for they were truly one united by the physical fun they shared together. For the next several hours, the whole troop swapped and switched and swung in a multi-menage of kinky kin.
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