Chapter 2: Busted

After agreeing to attend any and all future parties held by the Sex Cult group, Sally and I made our way home. Sally had gobs of cum hanging from and in her hair, her open blouse was soaked with the stuff, and she rode home without even bothering to cover her slimy tits.

“GOD what a wonderful evening, darling,” she cooed, slowly rubbing her cum stained pussy as we drove home. Sally said she wanted someone to see her practically naked and looking “like the slut I am now,” so I had the top down as we drove home. When a city bus pulled up next to us, Sal giggled and waved at the stunned bus passengers, draping her spread legs up on the dashboard while stroking her naked pussy for them.

Turning onto our street we noticed a familiar car parked in front of our home. “Is that whose car I think it is, Dan?” Sal asked, moving her feet back to the floor as she hastily began trying to button her blouse.

“FUCK! That’s the twins’ car!” I said. We have fraternal twins ... Ken and Cheryl ... who attend college not more than three hours away, and as our panic increased Sally said, “They weren’t supposed to be home from college this weekend, were they?”

“Not to my knowledge,” I said.

“Oh honey, what are we going to do?” Sal asked. “How can I go inside looking like this?”

“Baby,” I began, pulling the car into the garage. “We’ve done a lot of new things together tonight, and we both agree it has been the most exciting night we’ve had in like forever. And it doesn’t have to end yet, Sal,” I said, feeling my cock growing hard yet again.

“What do you mean?” Sally asked, her face flushed.

“They’re adults now, Sal ... not kids. And we both know they’re fucking. You yourself made the appointment for Cheryl to see the doctor and get her prescription for birth contol pills. And God knows Kenny has been fucking long enough. Hell, we found those rubbers in his dresser way back two years ago during his senior year in high school.”

“Yes. So?” she asked.

“Well ... they’re very hot looking kids, if I do say so myself. And since we’ve started fucking other people now ... and since they’re good looking ... and since we know they’re also both fucking now ... why not us?” I asked.

“Why not us WHAT?” Sally scowled.

“Why not let them fuck US?”

“You ... can’t ... be ... serious!” Sal gasped.

“Why not, exactly?” I said.

“That ... that would be INCEST!” she practically shrieked.

“Between consenting adults, Sally. FUCKING adults. So why not let them fuck US?”

“Because they are our CHILDREN, Dan!”

“And your point is?” I smirked. “I know I’d sure love to fuck Cheryl, and if you thought about it seriously, you’d have to admit you’d damn well love to have our son fucking you, too. You know you would!”

Then, as I watched I saw the transformation taking place. “Our son is a stud, isn’t he,” she giggled. At 6’2” tall and a buff 210 pounds, he is that, for sure.

“And it’s been a long time since you’ve seen him naked, too!” I teased.

“Not that long,” Sally blushed. “I saw him toweling off after a shower last summer.”

“And...”

“And he looked good enough to eat, not just fuck!” she giggled again, still a little toasted from the champagne the Hansen’s had served us. “I even masturbated while fantasizing about him fucking me, Dan,” she admitted.

“Then let’s do it, babe. Let’s go fuck our kids.” And we did it...

We got out of our car and walked toward the kitchen door. Sally had tried to button up her stained blouse, but I stopped her. “If we’re going to do this, babe, let’s really do it. Undo those buttons and lets go inside with your spermy tits on display for them. Let’s shock them a little,” I said.