Chapter 5

The following morning, Romi rose early and prepared a simple breakfast for the entire family. Henry heard the clattering and went to investigate, finding Romi bopping around the kitchen in the same tee shirt she’d been wearing the night before. In all the time Henry had known her, Romi had always had a naturally bubbly personality. But on that morning, she seemed positively effervescent. From the other side of the kitchen counter, he spied her form and swore to himself that he wouldn’t get an erection in front of his daughter. Sure, he had agreed to last night’s activities, and the girl had enthusiastically watched he and Flora enjoy one another, loudly and sloppily. But in his head, somehow, he thought that the harsh daylight meant that he should try to control his more primal side. For Henry’s sanity, it was a good thing Romi had decided to at least put on some panties. Still, her caramel legs and braless, swaying, teen titties – only covered by the thin cotton shirt - did little to help his resolve.

Romi finally noticed him and flashed a broad, warm smile before gliding across the tiled floor and hugging him closely. Then, she stood on her tiptoes so she could wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him with passion, her tongue exploring fearlessly. The feel of her warm little body molding itself to him, her braless boobs only protected by a threadbare shirt as she mashed them into his abs, her slender hips gyrating gently as she tried to grind her clit on his leg, and her tender, inquisitive mouth – all conspired to make a mockery of Henry’s self-control.

When he pulled back from the kiss, Romi looked down between the two of them and spied her Daddy’s thick meat as it snaked down the leg of his boxer shorts, the tip just barely starting to appear below the hem. She smirked to herself, then raised her eyes to his, and asked, “Can I watch you and Momma again tonight, Daddy? Pleeeeeaaase?”

Her question abruptly brought Henry back to reality. He kissed her forehead, then disengaged from her. “Let’s just get our day started first, okay? You can ask your mother about that later.”

Romi sighed, but then quickly said, “Okay.” She then returned to the stove, where she’d been scrambling some eggs in one pan, and frying some sausage patties in another.

The smell of cooking brought Flora to the kitchen, smiling as usual, but with her hair in a ratty mess and sleep in the corners of her eyes. She kissed Henry, then Romi, and began pouring coffee for she and Henry while asking, “So, what’s on everyone’s agenda for today?”

Henry replied first, “Well, I’ve gotta check the pool and make sure the concrete we poured yesterday has cured. If so, then the next step is for me is painting. Gotta cover the whole inside of it with waterproof paint, then stencil some depth numbers around the edge. You know, typical stuff you see around every in-ground pool. And while the paint is drying, I’ll be able to spend some time on the landscaping around that area. I’ve already paid for the sod rolls, the mulch, the flowers, and a few elm tree saplings, just need to call over and have them deliver it for me.”

“Does that mean we can go swimming this afternoon, Daddy?” Romi asked, excited.

Henry chuckled, “Not quite yet, sweetie. Once the paint is dried ... probably tomorrow ... we still have to fill it with water.”

Romi slapped her own forehead and laughed at herself, “Duh...”

Henry continued, “And once that’s done, it’ll take a day or two to get the chemical balance right.

“Okay,” Romi responded, bouncing with excitement. “Can I invite Michelle over when it’s safe?”

Henry looked to Flora, who replied, “Of course, honey. But let’s wait ‘til your dad gives us the official thumbs-up, alright? Don’t start making plans just yet.” To which, Romi replied simply with a nod of comprehension.

Flora continued. “Speaking of Michelle, I was thinking you two might like to go to the mall down in Amarillo today ... there are a few things I need to drive down for anyway, so why not make it a girl’s day out? What do you say, sweetie?”

“Yay! I’ll call Michelle as soon as we’re done eating.”

While Henry was in the backyard painting and planting, Flora and Romi took the long way around town to pick up Michelle at her parents’ house. Along the way, Flora reminded Romi that she could never, ever talk about the private things that happened at home. “You can’t talk to anyone about it, okay? Not Michelle, not your Tio Jorge, not your teachers at school ... no ... one. And don’t think you can test me on this, mija. It would not just be bad for you ... and trust me, I would make it very bad for you ... but it could land me or your dad in jail! So when I say ‘you can’t tell anyone’, you better believe I fuckin’ mean it. ¿Lo entiendes? Do you understand me?”

Romi was thrown by her mother’s cursing and slightly angry tone. She nodded slowly while meeting her mother’s eyes. “Yes Momma, I understand. I promise.”

“Good girl,” Flora replied, her smile quickly returning.

Seeing her mother’s warm grin relaxed the teenager, who quickly saw her opportunity and leapt for it. With an almost audible hope in her voice, she asked, “So, can I watch you and Daddy again tonight? Last night was soooo much better than watching from my closet, Momma. I mean, being able to see everything up close ... and hear everything ... and ... the smells.” Romi’s petite body shuddered with remembered pleasure.

Flora paused for a moment, smiled to herself, then responded, “I don’t have a problem with it, sweetie. But let’s just wait and see how the day goes, okay? After all, your dad may be too pooped from working outside all day.”

“Okay,” Romi said before she closed her eyes, literally crossed her fingers, and silently prayed her Daddy wouldn’t be too tired.

A few minutes later, they collected Michelle and headed south to the mall, almost an hour away. Flora had thought through the itinerary in her head, deciding they would start on the far end of the mall and work their way toward the food court. Along the way, she could get some new bras for she and Romi at Dillard’s. Reasonably priced, sensible stuff, but not overly utilitarian in design. She had considered coaxing Romi into Victoria’s Secret but decided against it. The girl’s bust line was still expanding so rapidly that the extra cost of fancy lingerie made no sense. Besides, it was abundantly clear that Henry wanted to see Flora and Romi naked, choosing instead to race headlong into removing any lingerie they wore. So, she decided it would be best to wait at least until Romi needed the same sizes as she herself wore. Maybe by then, she’d be able to convince Romi to share. That is, until Romi’s tits grew again.

After re-measuring Romi in one of the changing rooms and selecting some new bras at Dillard’s, she let the girls take the lead as they window-shopped their way through the stores. Finally, the ended in the food court, where the younger ladies got their fill of eyeballing the teenage boys, giggling nervously. After leaving the mall, they stopped by a video store that sold VHS copies of old black-and-white movies, the kind she and Henry enjoyed.

As the work and the hottest part of the afternoon wound to a close, Henry sat on the back patio, surveying his handiwork while sipping a cold beer. The girls had yet to return, but probably wouldn’t be gone much longer, so he knew he should motivate himself to get himself cleaned up. His body was plenty tired though. So, he sat in the shade, nursing the beer, steaming in his own sweat for a while. Admiring his work as the sprinklers bathed the new plants with life-giving water, his body was already a bit achy, but in a good way. The feeling was one he’d always welcomed because it was proof that he’d done something productive. Useful.

Finally, after nearly an hour of lounging, he had to move just to go turn off the water sprinklers. Taking that as his cue to continue moving, he headed inside to the master bathroom and showered, savoring the cleansing, steamy waters for almost 20 minutes. Afterward, he threw on some comfy shorts and a tee shirt before stepping back to the patio to fire up the grill. Not long after, Flora and Romi breezed back into the house, giggling and laden with shopping bags.

Henry was in the kitchen, prepping some small steaks and called out, “So, did you have an amazing day today, or merely a great day?”

“It was pretty great,” Flora said before kissing him on the cheek. Quickly sizing up her husband and seeing that he didn’t appear to be worn out from the day’s work, she threw a sneaky wink at Romi before adding, “but the longer this day goes, I have a feeling it will change from ‘pretty great’ to ‘amazing’.” She playfully swatted him on the butt before asking, “So, you did all that work in the yard, and you still have enough energy to cook dinner for us?” Once again, she winked at Romi, who began blushing.

“Nothing is too good for my girls,” Henry replied, blissfully unaware of the scheming Flora and Romi had underway.

“Well...?” Flora asked. “Are you gonna show us the result of all your hard work?”

“Just give me a sec to get these steaks ready for the grill, then we’ll head out there together.” Henry replied.

And they did just that. Both Flora and Romi were amazed at the transformation of the backyard. With the addition of the pool and Henry’s labor, the space had been fully transformed. Just a few days before, it had been a fenced, featureless two acres ... just the same as one could see anywhere else in the Panhandle. The majority of the Bermuda grass had become yellowish-brown from the brutal Texas sun and like most of the area, there were no shade trees to speak of, only thorny Mesquites scattered across the expanse. But the space had been remade completely. Now, there was green, lush grass. Now, there were three elm trees dotting the back yard – they were each only about ten or twelve feet tall, but they would grow quickly. And around the pool area, Henry had cleared out space for flower beds, surrounded with red mulch. Each of the beds contained native wildflowers, with some lantanas mixed in. It was a breathtaking view, and a truly spectacular transformation.

Both ladies congratulated and praised Henry for his vision and work, which caused him to blush slightly, but added to his own sense of self-pride.

“I’ve already talked to what’s-his-name with the water department,” Henry said. “He’ll be here tomorrow morning at 10am to fill the pool, which shouldn’t take more than an hour or so, probably less. After that, I’ll get the first shock of chemicals in it, and we’ll see how long it takes to balance out. Conservatively, I’d say we should be able to swim in it three days from now.”

“Goody!” Romi exclaimed, bouncing on her toes and clapping her hands. Her movements immediately set her outsized chest in motion, which Henry couldn’t ignore. Even constrained by a bra, the jostling wobble under her blouse was mesmerizing. And arousing.

Flora noticed all this too, as well as Henry’s suddenly glassy eyes, and smiled to herself again. She wrapped one arm around her husband’s waist, pulling him close, and said, “By the way, Romi asked if she could come into our room and watch us again tonight. What do you think, babe?”

Still in a semi-fog as he watched Romi’s jostling chest try to fight its way out of her clothing, it took a moment for Henry to respond. Soon, he shook his head to clear the haze and looked at his wife. “What? Um ... yeah ... sure.” His gaze shifted back to Romi’s chest before he added, “Fine with me ... whatever you want...”

Flora chuckled and kissed his cheek before addressing Romi directly. “But first, we’re going to eat dinner like a normal family, okay? No funny stuff until after everything has been cleaned and put away. We’re not gonna abandon our manners or live in a messy house just because we have these ... special activities. Is that clear, mija?”

“Yes, Momma.”

If an outsider had been present during the meal, they would have seen a typical family gathering. Nothing out of the ordinary. The parents discussed their concerns about the announced candidates for mayor, as well as other, less pressing matters. When Henry asked about their ‘girl’s day out’, Flora shared her happiness about the day’s journey while artfully skirting around any details that might embarrass her daughter, such as her ogling of boys in the food court or the fact that Romi’s new bras were the largest C-cup bras that could be assembled ... the next step for the teen would be a D-cup bra. And based on her growth thus far, those larger bras were not somewhere on the horizon, but right around the corner.

For her part, Romi did an admirable job of tamping down her excitement while they were eating. She contributed to the conversation at times when it seemed appropriate and allowed her parents to speak without interrupting them. Proper manners, just as she’d been taught.

When they had finished their meal, Henry cleared the table, then went out to clean the grill. While he was busy with those activities, Flora and Romi washed and dried the dishes. By the time they began stowing the dinner plates back in the cabinets, Romi was positively buzzing with anticipation. A glimmer of sinful glee shone in her eyes as she hummed to herself and finished up tidying the kitchen and dining area. Finally, she heard the patio door close, and watched Henry head toward the master bedroom. Looking toward her mother with pleading eyes, and Flora could no longer deny the girl.

Flora rolled her eyes and smiled, then said, “Alright, mija. Go ahead. I’ll be right behind you.”

The teen felt as if her feet didn’t touch the ground as she raced toward the master bedroom, the butterflies in her tummy performing anxious somersaults along the way. As she reached her parents’ bedroom, she found the door open and her dad still in the process of removing his tee shirt and shorts. She stood in the doorway and eyeballed him closely as he stripped down to his boxers. At that point, with his thumbs hooked into the waistband of his underwear, he paused for a moment. Then, with a small shake of his head, he decided against removing them, instead choosing to walk over and sit on the edge of the bed. Then, very briefly, he reached down and grabbed the stalk of thick meat in his shorts and squeezed it. At that moment, without realizing it, Romi mewled with arousal, and that’s when Henry’s head popped up, noticing her in the doorway for the first time.

Blushing, Henry simply offered a sheepish smile as his daughter entered the room, sauntering toward him. He watched her shape as she approached. Even fully clothed, her body caused his cock to twitch with need. For a frozen moment, Henry imagined Romi disrobing and joining him on the bed. In the next moment, his brain caught up to the action and yelled a warning for him to intervene right away.

“Wait just a moment, sweetie,” he told Romi. “Remember the rules your mom laid out, okay? No touching while we’re in here...”

This stopped Romi in her tracks. Ever since seeing his heavy hog up close the previous evening, she had been silently plotting to get him alone and feel that thing in her hands. Moreover, she felt an innate need to feel his hands roaming over her own body, mauling her softest parts with his large hands ... all the parts of her that were tingling with desire.

Stopping where she was, she looked at Henry’s face and pushed out her bottom lip. A minor display of pouting that only lasted a few moments before Flora finally joined them.

“Mmm...,” she hummed when she noticed Henry already down to his boxers. “I love seeing my big, strong husband like this.” She leaned over and kissed him briefly before standing tall again, staring toward Romi. “Looks like we’re already running behind, mija. We can’t let your Daddy be the only one getting undressed, can we?”

Romi smiled and shook her head, “No, Momma.” She then began to peel away her summer blouse and Capri pants, leaving her in her underwear – a light pink matching set that looked age-appropriate, befitting a typical young teenage girl’s tastes and fashion. All quite normal, except for the size of the bra required to contain the fun bags Romi was sporting.

“Okay, little missy,” Flora directed Romi, “you know the rules; if you want to stay and watch – and since you’ve been asking about this since this morning, I assume you do – then you need to get your little butt in the reading chair.”

“Okay,” said Romi, and she made her way to her assigned spot, and she immediately began to feather little touches across the crotch of her panties, tickling her clit through the fabric. “Momma? Um ... it seems like ... that is, I think Daddy’s already ready.”

“Is he?” Flora asked with a raised eyebrow while looking down at Henry’s lap. “Oooh! I think you’re right, mija. He sure looks ready ... except he’s still wearing these pesky boxers, so I can’t be sure.” She motioned for Henry to stand, then, with an impish grin, she stooped just far enough to pull his boxers to his knees, and let gravity take them to the floor. Henry stepped out of them as she told Romi, “With any other woman, I’d be mad that you were looking at my husband’s crotch. But you’re my baby girl, and it’s not like it’s easy for him to hide it when he’s got a hard-on, so...”

Romi giggled faintly and continued to tease herself through her panties, which were already growing quite moist.

“You’re right, baby,” Flora said to Romi, “he’s pretty hard already. But ... to make it get really hard, we have to help him.”

Romi groaned, “Hnghah ... how do we ... help him, Momma?”

Flora smiled at Henry, one eyebrow raised again. “Well, honey? What do we need to do?”

It was Henry’s turn to groan. Long, slow and breathy, he whimpered from deep in his chest. A sound that started as a rumble, then tapered to a wheeze. “Get undressed. I need to see both my beautiful girls in their birthday suits.”

Flora and Romi smiled at each other and immediately began to remove their remaining clothing. Flora’s panties hit the floor first, then she stepped out of them. Then, she unclasped the front closure on her mammoth bra, releasing her heavy cannons. Those fleshy twins jostled for a few moments, her nipples beginning to harden slightly in the open air. Looking toward their daughter, Henry saw Romi remove her bra, reaching behind herself to unhook the garment, then shrugging it off her shoulders to let it fall to the hardwood floor. Her lingering uncertainty about her body didn’t allow her to try being sexy or alluring, but she didn’t need to do anything special to stoke Henry’s arousal. As he watched with unblinking eyes, Romi hooked her thumbs into her panties, bent at the waist and pushed them to her ankles. After stepping from them, she quickly took her seat again, shielding her tiny slit from her parents’ prying eyes.

“Good girl,” Henry muttered faintly.

Flora’s eyes flashed with mischief again as she addressed her daughter. “Well, mija? You’re the one who’s been pestering us about this all day today ... is there something ... special you want to see us do?”

“I wanna watch Daddy put his ... thing ... inside you, like last night.”

Flora winked at Henry before asking Romi, “His ‘thing’? Mija, you need to stop acting so shy when you’re in here with us. It’s not called a ‘thing’.”

“His ... penis?” Romi said, still shy and unsure of herself.

Flora shook her head. “With any other guy, that might be an adequate description. But not with your Daddy.” She took Henry’s thick rod in one hand, holding it straight out from his body. “Mija, this member is too big for it to be a ‘penis’, except in the clinical sense.” She waggled Henry’s cock in Romi’s direction to illustrate her point. “And when we’re in here, you can use ‘dirty’ words, okay? This is about helping you become comfortable with your own sexuality. With your own self as a young woman, okay? You don’t have to be ashamed of anything while we’re in here. Do you understand?”

Romi was still blushing but nodded shyly.

“Good,” Flora said. “So, since your Dad is so big - instead of calling it a ‘penis’, we can use terms like ‘cock’ or ‘dick’. You can even get silly and call it his trouser snake or ‘el que te gusta’, or my personal favorite, ‘Stanley’.”

“Stanley?” Romi asked, her face screwed into a mask of confusion.

“Yeah,” Flora replied. “Ya’ know ... like the tools?” She smiled at her daughter, who blushed deeper when she realized the double entendre.

“El que te gusta?” Henry asked, confused.

Flora pulled herself closer to her husband, mashing her breasts into his abs. Looking up at him, she said, “It means ‘the one I like’,” before squeezing his eager tallywhacker. “So, should we oblige our little girl? Do you wanna put this big boy to work?”

“Mmm,” he kissed Flora. Then, he had a deliciously wicked thought. Pulling away from the kiss, he said, “I want that very much. But first, I want to hear Romi say it properly.”

Romi somehow blushed even deeper.

“Don’t be afraid, baby,” Flora reassured her. “Tell Daddy what you want him to do with me.”

“Um ... I wanna see Daddy’s ... cock inside you.”

“Where inside?” Henry asked.

Romi’s legs had inched apart, and she was openly tweaking her little clit. Her breath was growing more rapid as she ogled her Daddy’s thick, veiny cock in her mother’s hand.

“In her ... vagina,” Romi said quietly.

Henry shook his head slowly, then told Romi. “Sweetie, we don’t need to use medical terms. Unless a woman’s most sensitive area looks all ragged-out, used up and dried out, I prefer the term ‘pussy’. You and you mom have lovely pussies, by the way.”

Romi temporarily lost the ability to look Henry in the eyes. Demurely, she quietly said, “Thank you, Daddy.”

“Now,” Flora asked her daughter, “where exactly should your Daddy put that big cock of his?”

“In your pussy.”

“Good girl,” Henry said. Then, looking down at Flora, he said, “I hope you’re wet enough already, ‘cause I’m about to burst, honey.”

For the first time that evening, Flora blushed slightly before replying. “I think so, babe. But there’s only one way to know for sure, isn’t there? But go easy to start, okay?”

“Of course, honey.” He then turned her body to face away from his and pushed her shoulders forward. She quickly took the hint and leaned on end of the bed, presenting herself to him. In the sliver gap between her thighs, he could see her already-enflamed lips, dewy with desire. With a groan, he shuffled forward and rubbed his bulbous cockhead across her folds, teasing her. Testing her. When he felt he’d gathered enough of her secret slime on his cockhead, he pushed forward gently, popping the first inch or two of his thickness inside her gripping haven, and eliciting a guttural moan from Flora. The decidedly decadent scene she was witnessing caused Romi to plunge two of her slim fingers inside her own starving snatch, and whimpering grunts to issue from her as her eyes became glassy.

Henry hummed his own satisfaction as he felt his wife’s warmth and wetness envelop part of him. With incrementally longer strokes, he eased his hammer into her Holiest of holes. Though it took a couple minutes of back-and-forth encouragement, her rippling inner walls finally accepted as much of his cock as would fit. The spongy head rested on her cervix.

“Oof...,” she exhaled. “Gimme a sec, honey. Let me get used to it again.” Then, she looked over at Romi, saying, “Baby girl, sometimes, you have to take your time so your pussy can adapt, especially if you’re trying to take a cock as big as your Daddy’s.”

Romi emitted a long, raspy groan and redoubled her self-pleasure efforts. The teen had ramped to full-blown finger-banging, her palm slapping her clit savagely with each inward stroke.

Henry patiently waited for his wife to begin moving on her own. When he felt her hips start to roll and gyrate, he began moving his cock in and out of her again. At first, he moved in long, languid strokes, savoring the sensations her sugary cooch provided. But before long, he felt his nuts begin to draw upward, tingling with explosive intent. He warned his wife, “Gonna cum soon.”

Flora could almost hear a tiny devil on her shoulder, urging her to continue involving Romi. So, panting and grunting in sync with Henry’s thrusts, she said, “Romi, baby, where do you want Daddy to squirt his cum?”

Romi scrambled quickly to the floor and knelt next to the copulating couple. She then held up her breasts, offering them to his gaze. Then, with no hesitation, she said, “I want you to shoot your cum on our boobs, Daddy.”

Henry’s mind nearly locked up with erotic overload. Slamming his cock into Flora a few more times, he suddenly pulled free of her slippery sluice and began stroking his painfully hard pork sword. “Flora, honey, get on your knees next to Romi,” he ordered. Without pause, she did as directed, holding up her own massive mammaries as targets for her husband’s soon-to-be spitting snake.

“Shake ‘em just a little bit, baby,” Flora instructed Romi. “Your Daddy likes that ... yeah ... just like that.”

Henry’s orgasm hit like a suede sledgehammer, overwhelming his senses to the point where he could barely stand. But he kept stroking as rope after splattering, creamy rope of his seed painted his wife and daughter’s bodacious, bouncing boobs. Over and over, his cannon fired, covering them from neck to belly button, glazing their heavy tetas. Finally, when the spasms stopped, Henry plopped down on the end of the bed, panting. Immediately, Flora leaned over and slurped his cock head into her greedy mouth. She nursed the last dollops of his paste directly onto her tongue as she hummed herself. To Henry, it almost sounded like she was purring.

For almost a minute, Romi seemed to be a in a state of shock. Her jaw hung open and her eyes darted between Henry’s intimidating equipment, then back to her own jugs, dripping with her Daddy’s jizz. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, she began smearing the scuzz around on her pliant pleasure mounds, delighting in the feel of her father’s warm seed. Her eyes closed to tiny slits as she sighed with pleasure. Soon, she began bringing strings of his pearly sauce to her lips, elatedly slurping up the mess.

Henry’s cock never softened. The combination of his wife’s gentle nursing on his member and the sight of Romi’s delectable teen body, still drooling with his scuzz, kept him ready for action.

Flora pulled her mouth off his cock and looked up to him. “Enrique, baby ... I hate to ask, but ... I haven’t cum yet. Would you help me, please?”

“Happily,” replied Henry with a smile.

Flora climbed onto the bed, laid on her back and spread her legs, inviting her husband to use her in any way that would bring her to her peak. She knew how much he enjoyed tasting her pussy, and how good he was at it. As such, her hips rolled upward, anxious to feel his tongue between her thighs. As Henry’s breath washed over her outer lips, she sighed with arousal and told her daughter, “You can help too, mija. Why don’t you come up here and lick your Daddy’s cum off my tetas.”

A low, hungry growl escaped Romi’s lips as she followed her mother’s request.

A similar noised rumbled from Henry as he witnessed the dick-stiffening sight of his daughter languidly using her tongue to lap up his cum from her mother’s lusciously large, wobbling tits. He kissed the insides of Flora’s toned thighs. He then kissed her above her slit, continuing to tease her. Then, without further warning, he latched onto her clit, sucking hard, causing her to yelp in surprise and delight. While his lips were locked on her nubbin, he eased two of his fingers into her dripping slit, and Flora’s vocal encouragement grew louder. “Si! Oooh, Enrique ... si ... Dios mio!”, followed by a series of staccato grunts and squeals that continued as her body very quickly reacted to the stimulation being provided by her daughter’s mouth on her quivering breasts - but mostly because of the expert attention Henry was giving her pussy.

As Flora’s peak neared, she wrapped one arm around Romi’s neck, locking the girl’s face onto the fat teat she’d been cleaning with her tongue. Then, as Henry expected, Flora’s thighs locked his head between them, threatening to smother him as he slowed his attack on her hyper-sensitive clit.

As her muscles relaxed, both daughter and father pulled their faces back, panting to catch their breath. Flora looked at their faces and began laughing. Her giddiness seemed contagious, quickly coaxing giggles from Henry and Romi. Flora pointed lazily at their faces, saying, “Oh my God ... I’m sorry, but for some reason, it struck me as funny when I looked up and saw your faces,” the giggling continued. “With my pussy juice all over your face,” she said to Henry, “and your cum all over her face, ‘cause she’s been licking it from my tits,” Flora explained. “It’s just so ... perverse and sexy ... and ... I just love you both so much ... and it makes me happy to see us like this ... so close.”

Henry thought her logic was curious, but he certainly wasn’t going to disagree with her. His cock was still hard. He had no intention of saying or doing anything that might break up the familial fun. Instead, he simply stood and surveyed the landscape of lewdness in front of him before he began to slowly stroke his aching meat.