I put my full weight on my mother and felt the convulsions rippling through her beautiful body as my cock pried another orgasm out of her. Next to us on the bed, my father was having just as much success pleasuring my sister Joan. Neither of the women made much noise. Aside from her convulsions, the only outward signs that my mother was cumming were her bared teeth and her rapid breathing. Joan was panting and gasping as my father used his thick poker to stoke her lust.
The Kegel spasms in Mom's pussy came in waves as she went over the edge. She let out a long groan and bucked up hard against me. Her legs, which I had pinned back with my arms, strained to uncoil. I knew that if I prevented it, she would cum even harder. My biceps bulged as I struggled to hold her sleek legs in place.
The grin disappeared from my father's handsome face as he came down the homestretch. He looked over at me to gauge how far along I was. He and I always competed to see who could last the longest. The challenge was never spoken but was always implied.
Sweat broke out on Dad's forehead. His panting became deeper and more rapid. With a bear-like growl, he shot his load into his daughter's pussy. I had beaten him again, but not by much. By the time he went limp on top of Joan, I went over the edge.
Mom loves the feel of semen spurting against her skin and I love to watch, so I pulled out at the last minute and sprayed her tits and belly with my sex juice. One spurt was so strong that it struck her cheek, narrowly missing one of her sparkling blue eyes. I inundated her with ten healthy spurts, then rolled aside and lay gasping for air like a fish out of water.
Dad was on his side, his head propped up on his arm. The broad grin had returned to his face. "Nice work, Son," he said. "That was a helluva cum-shot." Mom honestly believes that semen nourishes and beautifies the skin, so she began scooping up my load and rubbing it into her face. Even though I am skeptical of the value of cock juice as a skin emollient, I must admit that Mom did have a beautiful complexion, so maybe there is something to it. I helped out by scooping up a thick rope of cum from her belly and rubbing it into her forehead.
How did I happen to be in bed having sex with my parents and sister? Perhaps I should have started at the beginning. I'm a deck hand on a fishing boat sailing out of a New England port. It's hard, dangerous work, but the pay is good. When we go to sea, we don't come home until the hold is full of fish. It usually takes four or five days, but on one trip we managed it in only two days. It was the most fruitful trip we had ever had. Each time we pulled our net from the water it was full of fish. With no more space in the hold, we headed home early. If not for that fortunate turn of events, there probably would not be a story to tell.
As soon as my chores were done on the boat, I walked the short distance home. I still lived with my parents. I spent so much time at sea that it didn't make sense for me to get a place of my own. I always went into the house through the back door, and as I walked down the driveway toward the back, I passed the window of my parents' bedroom. Something caught my eye, and I paused to look through the crack between the window-blind and the sill. I got the shock of my life when I saw my mother and father having sex with a woman. They were all naked on the bed. My mother was sitting on the woman's face and my father was squatting at the woman's ass with his thick cock planted in her pussy. Both of my parents had broad smiles on their faces.
Mom ground her pussy against the woman's face while Dad skewered her pussy. I had seen the same act performed in porno tapes but had never imagined that I would see my conservative parents indulging in the perversion. Dad seemed to be completely in charge. As he pulled his cock free, it bobbed all the way to his belly. I was pleased to see that it was only average in size, whereas mine is a little over eight inches. Although I couldn't make out what they were saying, I got the gist of it from their actions and gestures. Dad told Mom to get on her back, and it was only then that I realized that the extra woman was my sister. The shocks just kept coming. Joan mounted Mom sixty-nine style and began to lap at her pussy like a cat grooming itself. My grinning father stroked his cock and watched for awhile before stuffing his cock back into his daughter from the rear. With each of his thrusts, his clackers slapped against Mom's forehead.
I wouldn't have been human if I hadn't pulled my cock out and started masturbating. I was apalled, but also very excited. Dad leaned forward and reached underneath to fondle his daughter's big, beautiful tits. How I envied him! Mom's tongue roamed all over Joan's pussy and made occasional side trips to Dad's cock and balls. Joan's tongue and lips were all over Mom's hairy pussy. Occasionally, Joan would open her mouth very wide and completely cover Mom's pussy. I couldn't see what was happening, but my guess is that she was fucking Mom with her tongue. Although I couldn't be sure, both women seemed to be enjoying multiple orgasms. Dad shouted what sounded like "I'M CUMMING," and then pulled out and ejaculated directly in Mom's face. It was a perfect porno ending. As I watched Dad decorate Mom's face, I shot my load against the siding.
I was disappointed when they reached for their clothing. Even though I had just pumped out a hefty load, I was still horny enough for more. I couldn't go into the house then or they might have suspected that I had seen them in action, so I walked the short distance to The Pilot House Bar. As I nursed a beer, I played back the incestuous threesome in my mind. My jacket across my lap concealed the hard-on straining at my pant leg.
"Hi, Son, what are you doing here?" I felt the blood draining from my head as my father took the stool next to mine. I had to think fast. "Hi, Dad. We had a great trip, filled up the hold in record time, so we got in early. I thought I'd stop off here to celebrate a little." It was weird sitting next to my father with a hard-on caused by thinking about him fucking my sister. We talked sports over a couple of beers and then went home.
That night I laid in bed and masturbated as I thought about what I had seen. I wanted in on the fun, but wasn't sure how to go about it? Mom and Joan were the prettiest women in town. Mom's pretty face was framed by curly brown hair. Her cantaloupe-sized tits were always hanging half out of her dress. Her long, flawless legs had none of the blemishes that afflict many women her age. Joan was a younger version of Mom. The two were so alike that they were frequently mistook for sisters.
