Chapter 3: Piling on the Pain

It was terrible enough to watch his ex-wife enjoying three cocks at once, especially after so many years when she completely cut him off. The three-on-one spectacle continued for a couple of minutes, and then the bedroom door swung open.

Annie said, “No fair, Mama. You started without me!”

David added, “Where should I go?”

Tana took her lips away and gave directions to the guy above her head.

“C, go fuck my daughter. David, take his place by my head.”

Steve could only howl in anguish as he saw his children undress and join the orgy.

“I love your blowjobs, Mama.”

She murmured around David’s cock in her mouth, making a positive noise. Meanwhile, Annie lay face down on the mattress, her legs dangling, her round bottom poised for plunder.

“Ah. Perfect,” she moaned as C’s cock plunged deeply. But he was already close to coming from Tana’s blowjob. Suddenly he stiffened and pushed tightly against her ass; with a loud moan, Annie’s pussy was filled with his sticky come.

“Hey, clean up your mess!” Annie demanded, then enjoyed the sensations as his tongue tidied up her pussy for the next guy. Steve despaired as his son pulled out of his mother’s mouth and took up station behind his sister.

It was one thing to watch his ex-wife revel in being airtight with three men. Watching his children openly enjoying sibling incest left him miserable. In spite of his emotional meltdown, his cock responded stiffly to the depravity around him. Whipsawed by the contrasting feelings, all he could do was try to shut down his emotions.

But his pain continued. Tana’s two lovers, front and back, groaned and spurted into her body. Behind Annie, David pulled out and sent milky streaks all the way up her spine into her hair.

Tana crabbed around on the bed to inhale her son’s cock, sucking and slurping every drop remaining inside. She settled back and licked her lips.

“Still tasty, son. Annie?”

Annie repositioned herself so she was fully on the mattress. Her legs spread wide, and she enjoyed a thorough pussy clean-up courtesy of Tana. When finished, Tana asked A to go into the fridge and bring the big jug of orange juice and cups for everybody.

Annie pounded down her juice, refilled the cup, and walked up to her father.

Putting the cup down on a nearby dresser, she came closer and looked into her father’s tortured face.

“Daddy, I know this is hard, uh, difficult for you seeing all this. I know these three guys. They won’t tattle on you.”

Gently, she kissed the tear tracks on his face.

“Want some juice?”

She tipped the cup at his lips, and slowly he swallowed most of the cup’s contents. The toxin was wearing off, but the expertly tied ropes kept him otherwise immobile.

“Mama says you and she are fully divorced now. Is that right?”

“Mm-hmm. Yes.”

“So, Daddy, now I can finally do things that I always wanted to do.”

Ignoring his shocked expression, she moved her head down and took him into her mouth. Her oral skills surprised him. Steve regretted, but couldn’t deny, her impact on his straining hard-on.

“Annie, I, I, its—”

Releasing him for just a second, she simply said, “Yes!”

With less than half of his length in her mouth, weeks of stored-up splooge flooded her eager mouth; he couldn’t stop himself. Once he had finished and she moved away, he slumped in the chair as much as the ropes would allow, with even more tears running down his cheeks.

Steve had never before experienced such grief while in the middle of coming. That was his last conscious thought before he passed out, physically and emotionally exhausted.