Chapter 7

Sighs turn to moans as my wife gets a little louder. We’re both close to feeling the ecstasy of orgasm. Bre recognizes the signs as her hands start to work my shaft harder. There’s an excitement in her eyes I wasn’t expecting as great pleasure begins to take hold.

My head thrusts back as my eyes close. Her hands don’t slow as I twitch. She coughs a little from my cum hitting the back of her throat, but doesn’t back away. Her lips press tight around my head as she continues to take more of my cum.

Yoli screams out her ecstasy as I grunt through my own. Knowing it’s my daughter’s hands and mouth bringing me such pleasure prolongs my orgasmic release. My cum continues to shoot in her mouth and her hands don’t slow.

My wife’s breathing becomes labored as I open my eyes. Bre pulls her lips off the tip of my softening dick and tilts her head back with a little cum dripping. Her mouth closes with only a little more lost, and swallows it without so much as a single gag.

Bre’s mouth opens wide to show there’s nothing left, which causes me to smile as I start to recover. This is so much better than fantasy, since fantasy didn’t come with experience. She licks her lips in search of my cum, which I find sexy as fuck.

My wife’s the first to find her voice. “Get your asses to bed. Your own beds. Leave your clothes. You’re both sleeping naked from here on out.”

Bre releases my soft shaft as cum drips down her chin. There’s no sign of embarrassment on her face as she stands with hardened nipples. The brown points out from the pale flesh as I take in the wonderful illusion of innocence.

She turns away, and my eyes fall to tight cheeks as she takes her brother’s hand in hers. To see hers is to not avoid my son’s. They walk away as tight cheeks bounce a little with each of their steps. I wish I could’ve gotten a look at my son’s face, but such sights will have to wait.

I stand and look down my wife’s petite body, past the stretch marks on her stomach, past her tightly trimmed bush, to see her clit still hard from our son’s work. Her pink lips continue to press out moisture, which sends out an intoxicating scent.

I look up from wet flesh to look into her eyes... “Have fun while I’m at work tomorrow.”

Yolanda

I slept better than I thought I would considering what happened last night. We finally have our children the way we’ve wanted them for years; at least the start of what we want. If we really had them where we want them, we’d be leaving for the cabin when Billie gets home. They need to be brought along slowly for such decadence, but we’ll get them there in time.