This Story comes from an idea by Needlenose on the Story Ideas forum.
The family must be naked at home at all times, and consist of the parents (younger than 40) and two girls and two boys, all over 18.
They must have the mindset to fuck at the drop of a hat, and revel in being exhibitionists among themselves. When not fucking, eating or sleeping, they must be compulsive priapic masturbators and frequently engage in group sex with each other. Knowledge of their behavior at home must be shared with all of their friends, but friends are only occasionally invited to participate. Someone please write this.
It may be more than they wanted.
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priapic. adjective
1. (sometimes initial capital letter) of or pertaining to Priapus; phallic.
2. characterized by or emphasizing a phallus: priapic figurines.
3. (of an image) suggestive of or resembling a phallus by its shape.
4. exaggeratedly concerned with masculinity and male sexuality.
Mom poked her curly blonde head around the door of my bedroom and asked "What's wrong honey? You look a little serious."
I looked up from the dictionary across my lap and smiled. "Nothing really. some guy used the word 'priapic' in class yesterday and I didn't really know what it meant, so I'm looking it up in here." I held the dictionary up so she could see.
"Priapic?" her deep brown eyes looked to the left as she thought and her mouth made a kind of lop-sided pucker. "To do with phalluses." she said eventually. "The shape mainly" she continued "or exaggeratedly concerning male sexuality."
"Almost word for word Mom." I smiled "Thanks."
"That's ok honey." she said as her curls disappeared back through the door only to pop back again almost straight away. "Erm honey?" She said.
I looked up again.
"Terry and June will be home about one thirty, Christmas break and all."
I grimaced and clucked like I had a bad taste in my mouth, but not wanting to disappoint Mom I quickly turned that into a smile.
"Oh honey," she said and walked into the room to sit alongside me on the bed. She brushed her fingers through my hair and looked into my eyes. "I know he can be a little... priapic"
I smiled despite myself.
"And I know he's competitive, but that's just how he is. I think he'll be more than a little surprised to see how much you've grown over the last few months" she said as she slipped her hand beneath the book on my lap and cupped my balls in the palm of her hand.
I relaxed contentedly as mom massaged there and remained quite still gazing at her full and very slightly hanging breasts, watching the nipples stiffen as she worked her magic. Soon, the book in my lap began to rise as if of its own accord, both Mom and I knew the real reason.
Mom's voice was a tone deeper than usual when she said "Well honey, I see our friend's strong and ready to go." She indicated with a glance the rising tome now tented on my thighs. "And I notice that you've noticed that I'm enjoying the moment." She shook her shoulders to set her breasts swinging across her chest like twinned pendulums, "Are you ready for a treat?"
I nodded wordlessly and smiled into her eyes as I removed the dictionary from its resting place.
Mom's eyes flicked downwards to rest her glance on my engorged glans and her hand slid upwards letting my balls glide down her fingers which she then wrapped around the shaft of my cock and began stroking eagerly, yet with loving tenderness.
"Well at least there's one thing about Terry coming home that I'm glad of." I said.
"What's that honey?" Mom's eyes flickered between my face and the motion of the foreskin she was manipulating over the head of my prick. "Hmm?"
"I might be able to get a break from servicing four insatiable women while Dad just seems to watch every day."
"Oh Honey." Mom almost crooned. "I'm so sorry Aunt Sophie's been visiting so often and you know that Father's not as young as he once was. Tastes change and excitement comes from different angles as you grow older."
"Not for you Mom or Aunt Sophie neither. And Grandma just gets hornier every day."
"Well I have an idea about that and it may also solve what to get Grandma for the holidays."
"You do? What is it?"
"Well..." began Mom, squeezing my now throbbing erection between her fingers in her excitement. But before she could get another word out my bedroom door was flung open and, speak of the devil, there was Grandma, her silver hair in a coiled bun nestling on the back of her head, her huge breasts resting on her belly, one noticeably shorter but just as full and blue veined as the other, both pointing down at the luxuriant wet-sparkling growth of hair between her soft thighs.
Mom's head whipped around and I saw her shoulders sag a little when she saw who was there, but that didn't stop her rhythmic fingers pulsing a tune from my pink clarinet.
"That goddam awful husband of yours cain't last but a minute and a haf when it comes to loving Clarrissa." She said in a raised voice "and I need me a full eight minutes at least to get me where I wanna go. Good hard action's what I want and your husband just ain't got it in him. Now Terry, he's the boy for me, good and solid for fifteen whole minutes at a time. What you got there?"
Grandma had only just realised that her daughter was stroking hard on her grandson's erection and then a smile spread wide across her wrinkled lips and deepened the lines about her eyes. "Now that's what I call cock." She said as she strode purposefully into the room.
Mom turned back to face me and gave a slight shrug of her shoulders and a rueful grin crossed her delicious mouth as if to apologise.
"It's ok Mom" I assured her as she began to rise from the bed. "No, don't go Mom" I urged her to sit again. By now, Grandma was standing directly in front of me staring hungrily at my cock standing tall in Mom's fist.
"Well?" she said "Am I getting some real dick today or not?" she demanded.
I smiled and looked into my Grandmother's eyes. "I do so like your titties Grandma" I said in a near whisper. I reached forward and took hold of them both, one in the palm of each hand and pulled them towards me, away from the slight swell of her belly. I thumbed the taught nipples and let her breasts fall back to slap noisily on her skin. "And your pussy" I said, glancing once at her face "is an absolute peach of perfection." I put my hand between her thighs and pressed up to hold her labia in the palm of my hand, feeling the long silky hair there tickle my skin. I squeezed gently and we both closed our eyes and sighed together.
My Mom's hand around my cock had slowed to a steady pace while she watched me make love to her mother and the smile on her face was warm and generously happy.