Tim woke at the gentle touch of lips around his dick. He felt a tongue lapping softly over his knob as a mouth slid down, along his cock. This was nice, he thought, as his pubic hairs were squashed by a nose and his cock deep in a throat. 'I was already hard?' he thought. The strong muscle of a tongue again slid up along his shaft, over the frenulum, exciting further his prong. Over and over, the motion repeated itself, pushing him that little bit higher every time, after every stroke. He didn't want it to stop, he didn't want to shoot his load into that waiting mouth.
A hand gently caressed his balls, a finger rubbed his asshole. These sensations added to the pleasure he was feeling, all concentrating on his dick. The soft skin of the mouth, the warmth and moistness of it was so exciting and felt so right as it wiped up and down his cock. Excitement grew in Tim as the tension in his balls increased and it became more and more difficult to hold it in. Tim moaned and groaned and it was clear nothing was going to stop that mouth from bringing him to a full ejaculation. Sensations grew and he could no longer hold it, his hands move of their own volition and took hold of the head on his cock as he started to shoot. Tim pushed his dick hard into that moist cavern and shot a stream of his juice as his balls jumped, his cock spasmed and his body shook in pleasure. A second shot rose through his cock, again his balls jumped and a third load left the eye of his dick.
There was no motion as the mouth took it all in, swallowing every last drop of that precious fluid. Tim felt his balls being caressed, soft gentle strokes as if rewarding them for spewing out so much of his juice into the mouth. Tim felt the mouth lift off him, body movements up until a head poked out from under the quilt. "Mom was right, you are yummy," Dad said.
"Dad-," Tim started, still half asleep and in a post-ejaculate somnambulance, despite the excitement of a few moments before.
"It's okay, go back to sleep," Dad replied, gently, "There's always the morning."
Tim woke with a feeling of well being, listening to the gentle snores of his father. They were in the guest room, downstairs, naked as Tim cast his mind back over the events of the night before. Mom knowing he and Emily were fucking, his fucking of Mom, watching Dad fuck Emily, Mom eating Emily and himself being fucked up the ass by Emma with a strap on. What surprised him most was his cleaning his Dad's dick off, after he had cum in Emily. He licked and sucked Dad's dick, cleaning Emily's and Dad's joint moisture off his prong. Having Dad's dick in his mouth, slurping excess semen. It really wasn't awful, he thought, but he didn't know what to think about it.
Tim quietly snuck out of bed, not wanting to disturb Dad, made his way to the downstairs bathroom, to attend his morning ablutions. The crust of his semen splitting the stream of his pee for a few moments before it was washed away. Finishing, he flushed and then washed his nether regions, not knowing what might happen next. He made his way to the lounge where there were clothes, discarded the night before when he was fucking Mom. He put a shirt on, boxers, jeans, but the house wasn't warm enough yet for him to do without his jumper. Bare footed, he went into the kitchen and, filling the kettle, prepared for making coffee.
None of that instant crap, or other rubbish, it was ground for him. Mom had always insisted on good coffee, refuses to buy coffee when out, prefers tea and even then she complains about the quality. There was always fresh ground coffee in an airtight container, so he put four measured spoonfuls into the automatic-drip coffee maker, filled the water reservoir, turned it on and waited. The aroma of coffee quickly filled the kitchen and would be smelt throughout the house shortly thereafter. Tim knew he was going to have company soon.
Mom came in first, hugged him, rubbed his dick and said, "Good morning, sleep well?" Tim couldn't help but notice she was only wearing her thinnest nightgown, her nipples and breasts on full display. "Yes, with a little help from Dad," he replied.
"He does it well, doesn't he."
"Best head ever, Mom," he said, "But Mom, how- how did this happen?"
Mom sat at the table after placing five cups on the table, "Simple- well, okay, not so simple, but it's not that big a deal. Families fuck, not often but they do."
"We've heard stories, sure, but really, I never expected to be in one of them. And usually it's daddy fucking his daughter, or bro-," he stopped.
"Sexual abuse is one thing, but a close loving familial relationship that involves sex is something completely different," Mom said, "For me it was simple. Your grandmother died when I was about your age." Tim knew that she had cancer, cruelly taken from her family. "Your grandfather, he was hurting and I wanted to take that hurt from him. I crept into bed with him, knowing what could happen and that first night, he resisted. He locked his bedroom door the next night, but I had fixed the lock so I could open it from the outside. I just wore him down, and the first time he made love to me was such a wonderful experience. I loved it and him. He hated his own weakness but I made it clear it wasn't weakness it was love, my love for him and I wanted him to love me, like he did Mom. He still does, and sometimes, when I can, I'll still go to him."
"Dad knows?"
"Of course he does, but your grandfather is getting on now, besides, he has his wife as well, he doesn't need me any more. For us, it's an occasional trip down memory lane, just as this will be at some point for you and Emily."
They heard the downstairs bathroom flush and Dad stumbled in, "Mmm coffee...good!"
Mom got up, hugged and kissed her husband, "Enjoy yourself?"
"Yes, he has a nice dick, easy to swallow and tastes great."
"Good, then you can fuck Emma before she goes home," Mom said like it was normal, "I promised I would eat your cum out of her like I did Emily last night. And Emily will clean your dick after as well."
"Okay," Dad said, "And Tim get's to fuck me I suppose?"
