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Fortunately, Rob didn't seem to notice a think. He was utterly preoccupied with his own unfulfilled need. He grabbed a beer and downed it, hoping that it would dull the sexual ache that pulsed from his cock through his whole being.

His daughter had him by the balls, and she wasn't giving him any release, making him almost shake with desire. Every thought, every move he made was under the cloud of his daughter's sexuality. He couldn't get the image of her slit out of his mind. The puffy lips with a tuft of hair above, but otherwise shaved clean. Who taught her to shave her pussy? Did she do it herself? The lips parting slightly to give way to the deep pink flush of her inner lips and vagina. Did she touch herself there? Had she had sex before? Was she as wet as he was hard? The strong thighs and lithe body, capable of contorting and flexing in all kinds of ungodly manners. Oh how tight she would be with her legs wrapped around you him as she spreads her little sexbox open for to slide his desperate cock into her molten, clasping passage, stretching her and squeezing him! Oh, how he NEEDED her!

But he couldn't TAKE her. He was subjected to her ceaseless teasings. And while his soul fomented with passion, he had to remain a responsible adult to all appearances. Even worse, he had to act like her father, who would never be interested in his own daughter in a sexual way. He wondered if he could possibly endure this torture. And if so, for how long?

Eventually Chris meandered back to the camp, after taking a swing down by the river and gathering himself. He returned to find Sandy and Diane preparing hamburger meat, onions and potatoes on the foldout table. His father sat slumped on a tree stump, listlessly swilling beer, but aside from that, he seemed lost to the world.

Chris was glad to see the food being prepared. There was no name for it, but they basically just threw the ingredients into aluminum foil covered in A-1 sauce, balled it up and put it in a fire until it was cooked. It was one of his favorite campfire foods. But Chris noticed nobody had yet built a fire, so he took the task on himself. He loved playing with fire, and it would help get his mind off the coitus interruptus he experienced a few moments before.

Everything proceeded uneventfully as they cooked and ate dinner. With full bellies, they sat contemplatively in their camping chairs, leaning back and watching as the stars filled the sky. It was a very subdued moment, and even Diane wasn't talking much as they all took the time to adjust to the pace of outdoor life and camping.

Diane did, however, get up and hand out her homemade rice krispy squares to everyone. They really were very good and in no time they were gobbled up. Everybody but Sandy, who watched her calories, went back for another one.

Then they leaned back and talked comfortably but without any urgency as the air cooled and the stars lit up the night even more brightly. For city dwellers it is always a fascinating experience to go to a place without bright lights and watch as the night sky lights up. The amazing number of stars brings with it contemplation, and most often, amazement too, at the size of the universe and our place within it.

But for a family that had just been unknowingly dosed with THC-enhanced rice krispy squares, the experience takes on an even more wonderful dimension. Diane, the only one with foreknowledge of their oncoming, altered, states watched with interest as the drug slowly took hold of her family members.

Sandy simply sat back and stared. Rob and Chris, on the other hand, engaged in a deep conversation that broached the ultimate topics. They were two intelligent people, and their thoughts were fascinating to Diane, who did not have the type of mind that indulged philosophical speculation. Chris and Rob were both deep thinkers. But they were also men, who rarely let their guard down far enough to speak so freely. Diane noted that two squares is just about the right dose, and she wondered if anyone would catch on to her deviousness. She thought Chris might.

Soon enough the fire died down and the conversation died with it. Sandy who was already dozing off, headed to the tent she would share with Rob. Rob watched as his wife bent over to slip into the tent and his raging horniness reawakened. He was glad of the long-established tradition of keeping the kids tent a decent ways away from the adults tent. He thought back to the many years of campground sex in this very place. Something about the outdoor air brought out a new side in them. That night, while looking at the stars, he felt absolutely incredible, like he could reach out and touch the truth. It had even gotten his mind off of his daughter's attempts to sexually torture him. He sighed deeply, reveling in the country air, before standing up and moving to the tent to fuck his wife with abandon.

Chris stood up, shook off the cobwebs, and moved into the kids' tent and spread out his sleeping bag. It was a warm night, so there was no need for a sleeping bag for warmth. In fact, as Chris stripped down to his underwear, he decided to go the whole nine yards, laying down nude. This would be a fun surprise for his sister he thought, as he released his long-suffering hard-on into the clean air. If his sister wasn't gonna help him get off that night, he would have no choice but to take matters into his own hands. But, he suspected she would be amenable.

Finally she finished cleaning up and putting out the fire and she came into the tent.

"Whoa, hey there, big guy!" she whispered as she shined her flashlight on his erect cock.

"What were you doing out there?" Chris asked.

"Just cleaning up," she said. "So did you fuck mom today?" Almost on cue, they heard moaning and the slapping of skin on skin travel across the field. Diane giggled. "If you did, she apparently didn't get enough. And I guess neither did you!" Diane moved her hand to Chris's cock and squeezed it.

"No we didn't. Well we did, but we didn't finish."

"I thought so!"

"And she was about to fuck me in the car during the lunch stop," Chris paused to see if Diane would give anything away. She didn't, so he continued. "Because you drugged her!" he said accusingly.

This sent Diane into a set of giggly hysterics. "Hahhahahaha. I thought YOU would notice at least. I think they are TOTALLY clueless. Anyways, she wasn't supposed to eat it before we got here. She was SO out of it!"

Chris couldn't help but smile at her trickery. Conspiratorially, he described what happened in the parking lot. "She made me finger fuck her, and she was saying all kinds of weird stuff." These sordid details obviously pleased Diane because she rewarded him by stroking his cock up and down.

Then they heard a shriek punctuate the series of groans and moans they heard from their parents' tent.

"No wonder she's fucking him so hard! She's been horny all day, and you kept stoking her fires!" She continued to stroke him harder, evidently driven on by her excitement over the sexual trysts of the day.

"No shit. And the collateral damage of your little manipulations has been a major set of blue balls for me," Chris said bitterly.

But he immediately regretted it, because she let go of his cock. "Well, if you don't appreciate me..." She let the sentence trail off.

With that Chris rolled on to his side and took one of her firm breasts in his hand. Her nipple was surprisingly hard, indicating to Chris that her threat to withhold sexual contact was a bluff. She was as horny as he was.

Chris moved his mouth to Diane's and kissed her sensuously. She responded. It struck Chris that while he had had his share of quick fucks, fingerings and blowjobs with his sister, her obsession with sex on the sly meant they had never really kissed. Not like this. He was hardly surprised at how good she was. Like her mother she seemed to know exactly how to instigate and respond as their tongues danced against each other.

Chris's hands were all over her. Her tight little body was perfect everywhere. Unlike Sandy, whose body showed the inevitable signs of aging, with some looseness of skin and tone, Diane's body was like a work of art. He moved his hands over her firm breasts, her hard nipples, down her perfectly flat belly.

Finally he ventured to her quim. He felt the small tuft of hair she kept that pointed the way to her clit. And he followed the hair down, teasingly pressuring her clit before spreading open her moist lips and inserting a finger into her pussy. She moaned softly into his mouth, appreciating his knowledge of how to manipulate her pussy with his digits. She reciprocated by reaching down and grabbing his cock with a backhand tennis grip, stroking him, while he plumbed her depths, and they kissed each other.

"Can I fuck you?" Chris asked.

"Mmmm... I'd rather not. We'd make too much noise," she said. "Plus, I'm about to come on your hand anyways." Chris marveled at the level-headed way she said that. His sister was really something else.

But Chris wasn't interested in coming on her hand, and all over their bodies and sleeping bags. He slowed down the movement of his finger in and out of her pussy, waiting for something.

"Yes, fine," she said. "I'll suck you off! Now keep going!" Chris smiled, having received exactly what he wanted. In no time, emitting just a couple of small, high-pitched squeaks, she came while he fingered her.

Taking almost no time to recover, Diane slipped herself off of her brother's hand and slid down to position her mouth over his cock. She first licked gently at the head. She couldn't see anything, but she didn't need to. She certainly knew her way around a cock by feeling alone. But her brother's cock was bigger than most. Licking at his head she felt like her tongue was very small by comparison. She drew the tip of her tongue up and over his slit, gently teasing him. Then she moved her tongue to the sensitive part right below the head, still lightly licking. She felt his hand pressure the back of her head and she realized he was becoming impatient, so she took him in her mouth. She sucked only the head of his cock at first, but she applied a great deal of pressure, as if she were sucking on a thick milkshake. At the same time she placed her tongue at the front of his shaft and slid it up and down rhythmically. Finally, she started stroking up and down his shaft with both hands. It was a lot of work, but from all indications, it was having its desired effect. In no time at all, she felt his cockhead swell in her mouth and she felt the shaft start to pulse, so she readied for the torrent of come.

She knew there would be a lot, since he had been teased all day by her mother, so she prepared herself to swallow as rapidly as possible. Instead of letting the come well up in her mouth as usual, she took the first couple of sprays, and then swallowed before the fourth stream spurted. In this way she swallowed his enormous load without spilling anything! She smiled at herself, wondering how she compared to porn stars in the cocksucking department. She also gently stayed on his cock, licking gently as he recovered from his orgasm, until finally, his large rod started to lose its rigidity. Giving it a friendly "job well done" pat, as if she and his cock were teammates or co-workers , she withdrew and slid back up to join her brother's other head.

"You're beautiful," he said, sweetly.

"Sure, I bet you tell all your cockwhores that," she tartly responded. But, of course, she was glad to hear such kind words from her brother. She cuddled up to him and rested her head on his strong arm and that was how they fell asleep.

When camping the morning light tends to disturb one's sleep. Thus, the whole family found themselves up and about by 7 oclock. Chris rolled over and realized that his sister was already out of the tent. He wondered what her deal was. She was always planning something, like putting pot in the dessert last night. He was sure she had something else devious planned for today. But he was equally sure that he would like it.

There were no showers or plumbing on the property. The farmhouse, even when it did provide a home for whoever lived there, was always reliant on an outhouse. So the lake was the best solution for keeping clean. It was generally pretty cold, but this late in the summer, it wouldn't be all that bad. Without even saying anything, it was clear that they would all eat breakfast, then head down to the lake for a cleansing swim.

Breakfast was cereal. They had a small container of milk that was kept in the cold beer cooler. And by the time Chris emerged from the tent, Diane had everything set out at the fold out table. It was a very nice morning, and the family was not doing much to cover themselves. Chris wore only a pair of basketball shorts, but kept his chiseled torso on display as he sat down to eat. Rob had a less impressive body, but he also stayed shirtless. Both of the women may as well have been shirtless, but for different reasons. Diane wore a bikini top that exposed most of her bouncing breasts to the world. Sandy, meanwhile wore an old workshirt with the first four buttons undone. Her breasts were easily visible when she leaned over to grab something.

Both Rob and Sandy were feeling vigorous. Neither of them knew they were high on marijuana the night before. They attributed the strange sensations to the change in scenery. But they also were thrilled over the mindblowing sex they experienced. Neither divulged the extent to which their libido was enticed by their own children, and they were both happy to have the other believe that their marriage was still vital enough to give rise to such needy, earth-shattering sex. Neither parent was under any illusion that they concealed their lovemaking from their kids. In fact, part of the thrill came from the fact that they totally abandoned any thought of consequences as they fucked. Rob normally might have objected to Sandy's display of her tits in front of the kids. But, after last night, he thought, what was left to hide? Sandy, of course, knew that her children had seen far more than her tits.

Finishing breakfast quickly, they got ready to head off to the lake. They called it a lake, but it was more of a pond. It was large enough to play around in, but it was no larger than an olympic-sized swimming pool. It took a bit of a hike to get there, through some wooded areas. So everyone wore more than just swimming gear, to protect against nettles and the like.

They arrived at the lake at midmorning, just as the sun breached the top of the trees and illuminated the clearing abutting the lake. There was a decent area perfect for undressing, that looked like someone had mowed the lawn. Of course, nobody had. Chris suspected it was animals, who grazed near the water source. In any case, it was an ideal staging area.

Chris threw off his shirt and pants, and exposed himself to the sun proudly. He was bronzed and looked practically godlike in the clear morning light. Diane was just as eager to expose herself to the warm rays. She stripped off her accoutrements and opened her well-formed body to the world's view. Chris and Diane stood there for a while, as the warm sun felt great on their skin.

Perhaps Chris and Diane were also waiting to see what their parents would choose to wear into the lake. Rob had on a pair of swimming trunks. He was no bronzed specimen like Chris, but he worked out and had a very respectable middle-aged body. He had a moderate amount of chest hair, and an understandable lack of melanin. Then Sandy disrobed. She shocked all of them by pulling off the old workshirt that she wore and exposing nothing but her beautiful breasts. The three other family members just stared. Sandy was undeterred by the attention, and she continued by pulling off her warmup pants and exposing her naked legs, butt and sex to their views. Sandy took a moment to stretch, even spreading her legs and bending down to touch each of her toes in turn. Everything was on display.

For a good 10 seconds Sandy showed off and the others gawked, until Sandy took a running start and made a splashing, crashing, falling, then diving entrance into the lake. All three watched in silence as the naked pussy lips were the last thing to disappear into the water. At that point, everyone else jumped in. They knew it was best to go in fast, and get used to the cold water, so they followed the maternal lead and crashed into the lake.

After swimming a bit underwater Chris emerged where the water was too deep to stand. He stayed treading water and trying to locate his family members. Then he felt a chill go up his spine as something alive twitched against his leg. Then again. He started to panic, and then he noticed that it had grasped his cock through his shorts. And now, the mystery creature had actually pulled his trunks down and was fellating him! He laughed and tried to swim away. Eventually he did, but the mystery creature kept hold of his shorts. Chris now had a real problem: he was naked, and had a boner. But he was even more surprised to note that his mom never surfaced. She pantsed him, blew him and disappeared, all without a trace.

Chris saw some splashing at the other side of the lake, and swam leisurely over. He saw his sister and father in a splash fest as he approached. Turns out, the tiny bikini his sister was sporting was not built for active endeavors. Her breasts were out and proudly on display. And Rob was paying very close attention. Finally, losing the battle, Diane retreated, diving into the deeper water and coming up for air near Chris. Then a shriek coursed through the air, and Chris saw Diane struggle against the same underwater creature. Diane was obviously getting something of the same treatment. But Chris watched very carefully this time, hoping to see his mother's trick. Nothing. Diane stopped shrieking, mom was nowhere in sight, and Chris thought he knew who had whose bikini bottoms.

Now Chris was very curious. He moved to the shallows, and stood where the water was just waist level. From here he could survey the whole lake. He kept an eye on his father, who he knew would be the next target. Rob was chasing after Diane, so he was headed out to the deep waters where the mystery creature lurked. Then, with a surprisingly high-pitched note of surprise, Rob too fell victim. Watching carefully, Chris was pretty sure he knew, from the look on Rob's face, the exact moment when the cocksucking started and ended.

And then, just after the struggle ended, three yards away, Chris spotted it. It was a reed, suspiciously floating through the water. It was headed to the shore, where he was sure its owner would be gloating over her victory. He was determined not to let it happen.

Chris swam steadily to intercept the reed. He figured she had about 5-6 feet of visibility underwater, so he circled around her, and dove to catch her from behind. She was swimming a leisurely underwater breaststroke, so he was easily able to overtake her underwater from behind. He saw the reed rising from her mouth and he saw the shorts and bikini bottom in her hand.

Acting fast, Chris grabbed both of her legs and jerked her backwards. Then he grabbed the reed out of her mouth before twisting the arm holding the clothing behind her back. Sandy never had a chance. She was both surprised and much less strong than Chris. She immediately let go of the clothes. The easy surrender gave Chris the opportunity for the coup de gras. He twisted her around and cupped her pussy with his hand, before briefly inserting a finger.

Then, as she went up for air, he kicked for the shore. Several yards away, he used the reed for a breath of air. He was surprised at how effective the reed was, nearly as good as a snorkel. But it didn't need to be that good. He quickly got to the shore and got out with his prize bounty: three swimsuits!

As he stood on the shore ready to gloat he totally forgot about the nakedness. His cock was half-hard and stood almost straight out. And as his father and sister approached it never even occurred to him that he was pointing at them in a rather unusual way, he was so busy talking smack.

Of course, Chris also didn't notice the very troubled look on his dad's face. Apparently, Rob didn't realize that Chris was only the second hand possessor of the stolen swim trunks. Rob assumed that Chris was responsible for the theft as well as the ancillary activities, and his consternation was very evident.

"You little bastard! You spoiled my plot!" cried Sandy as she finally emerged. And then the pieces fell into place for Diane and Rob. And the whole family laughed so hard they were rolling on the ground. Of course, that got them dirty again and they had to take another cleansing dip. Which only led to more naked tomfoolery. After a while they were no longer self-conscious about their nudity. Which is not to say, of course, that they were no longer aware of it. Both Chris and Rob were sporting hard-ons for almost the whole time. And very often these became a useful handle for the females, in executing their underwater pranks. The men on the other hand, found plenty of excuses to grab and squeeze the breasts of the two women.

Before long the whole family was exhausted and waterlogged. So they decided to get dressed and head back to camp.

It was lunch time, and they left the food preparation chores to Diane. The other three stripped down and laid out in the sun. Chris was planning on leaving his shorts on, but when he saw his mom and dad strip down naked and plop down on a towel, he decided not to break with form.

After a few minutes, Diane called everyone to the table for lunch.

"Whoa, looks like I'm overdressed," she said, as she saw the three naked people converge on the table. It was funny because Diane was wearing the skimpiest swimsuit of all time. But she wasted no time in slipping it off and going au natural with the others. The sight of Diane's nakedness stiffened both Rob and Chris' dicks considerably, and they both quickly sat at the table in order to hide the evidence.

Lunch was sandwiches and pudding. Chris thought the pudding had a kind of strange aftertaste, but he didn't dwell on it. Instead he just headed to the cooler and grabbed a warm beer to wash the food down.

Returning to the table, he asked what was up for the afternoon.

"I was thinking of taking a walk to the airplane," said Diane. "Would anyone want to come along?"

Perhaps predictably, Chris and Sandy declined and Rob eagerly accepted the invitation. The airplane was an old prop jet that crashed long, long ago. It was pretty rusted, but it was clear it was an old plane, and it provided a good destination for a half hour hike in the woods.

So Rob and Diane put on some clothes and trudged towards the woods. Rob had a few second thoughts when he realized he was leaving his wife stark naked with a handsome 25 year old man. His mind flashed to the kiss he thought he saw at the rest stop on the way up. But the prospect of having exclusive access to his daughter's sexy form was enough to push those thoughts out of his mind, and he followed her eagerly into the woods.

Chris and Sandy were ready to jump each other the moment Rob disappeared into the woods. He didn't know why, but Chris's cock was rock hard and he was immediately hornier than he had ever been in his life. He attributed it to all the nakedness and outdoor stimulation, but he didn't think too much about it. He had only one thought on his mind: fucking his mom.

Rob was suffering a similar affliction. Five minutes into the walk, his cock had shot up in the air, even as he hiked. Of course, he was following his daughter, who despite the perils of cross-country hiking was still wearing tight little shorts. She was twitching her ass back and forth as she walked and generally doing everything she could to look sexy to her fellow traveler. But Rob was shocked that he had such a massive boner even while he hiked.

The hike was a blur. As he subconsciously put one foot in front of the other his total concentration and focus was on the ass of his daughter, and what he so desperately wanted to do to her sexy little body. Fragmentary objects floated through his vision; breasts, her pussy, her come hither smile. Then memories; her lips on his cock, her sexy voice calling him daddy, the drop of semen on her chin as she smiled at him. Then fantasies; grabbing hold of her hips and plunging his cock into her, the sound of her coming, the taste of her pussy. He couldn't contain himself. He was almost coming inside his shorts, altering his steps to increase the friction of cloth against cock.

He had to snap out of this frenzied state when they arrived at the crash. His daughter stopped, looked back and flashed her gorgeous smile at him. It was a simple smile, saying "look, we made it!" But Rob was in another world. To him, that smile was about sex. It was seen through a filter of the nastiest, most depraved sexual images that had accumulated through the unbelievably stimulated jaunt through the woods.

Rob moved towards her with that look in his eye. It was a look of pure, unadulterated need.

But Diane coolly side-stepped his approach. She didn't appear taken aback by him, but she sure didn't seem like the same girl who gave him a blowjob on a ferris wheel at a crowded fair.

"Do you want to take a rest here, daddy? Or should we just head right back?"

Rob's penis ached. His mind refused to process. He caught his daughter's eye and gave her a pleading look. She knew what he wanted. He knew she did, but she wasn't giving it to him. She was teasing him. Finally, he managed a pathetic "Please?" It was the most needy, pathetic, inferior word he had ever uttered. He was in a position of complete subservience, absolutely at the mercy of his daughter.

Diane, on the other hand, was eating this up. She loved to push his buttons, revel in the turmoil she could stir up in his depths through her manipulations. She felt pity for him. She knew the level of his desire, but she also thought of it as something of a gift. How great was his pleasure fucking mom the night before? How great would be his pleasure when she finally gave him what he wanted? It was torture, but it was also a gift. Of course, this time she had taken it to another level, by putting a crushed viagra pill into his chocolate pudding. And it had worked quite well she thought. He looked like he was just about to crack. But she still wanted to stretch it out yet further.

"Daddy. Stop with that nonsense. Can't we just enjoy a pleasant walk together? You know, like we used to?"

This appeal hit Rob in the most non-sexual place, talking about before he was depraved, before he yielded to desire for his precious daughter. He was immediately thunderstruck by guilt. Dropping his gaze, he mumbled something, and started back towards the camp, slowing to let his daughter take the lead. The sexy ass, the spontaneous sexual images of her, they didn't go away. But they stabbed him with pangs of guilt, each just slightly more intense than the mind-shattering pangs of lust. His body was wracked by these competing, contradictory impulses. Present only to this interiorized emotional firestorm, Rob's eyes glazed over, and he simply put one foot in front of another, totally lost to the world outside of that gorgeous, twitching ass.

At the campsite, Chris and Sandy were almost as far gone. In perfect, athletic unison he pumped his hips against her thrusting pelvis. If they weren't slaves to desire, they surely would have felt discomfort at the intensity of the impact between their pelvises. But as it was, each time Chris bottomed out in his mom's vagina, the explosive contact between them sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through them, and urged them, like addicts, forward towards the next, even more powerful thrust and counter-thrust.

Her breasts were shaking wildly with each thrust. Her pussy was frothy with lubrication. Her body was drenched with their combined sweat. Finally, reaching the heights of pleasure, Sandy's pussy clenched down, a protracted muscle spasm of extraordinary power, literally capturing Chris's cock at the depths of her vaginal canal. The release of such a powerful muscle spasm caused a torrent of pleasurable sensations to rush through her. The electric wave of pleasure coursed through her every fiber, and left her gasping and crying out, when after several more strokes Chris joined her as his penis jolted with pleasure and volleyed forth for what seemed like an eternity inside his mother's pussy.

The cataclysm of pleasure left the two lovers, soaking in sweat, entangled and unmoving for several minutes. But the powers unleashed were not yet spent. After a brief respite, her hips were once again rocking against her son's pelvis, and sexual thoughts were pouring through her consciousness. They were overrun with horniness.

"Eat me." It was not a request. She had an image of her son feasting on her own freshly fucked cunt, and the image turned her on. Now, as mother, she commanded son to make it happen.

He could only obey. He scooted down between her legs. She bent them at the knees and spread them as far as possible, fully exposing her well-used cunt for his lingual servicing. He looked at her quim and hesitated. Her inner lips gaped open, and he good see a pool of his gathered semen, against the shiny pink background.

He licked up and down, tonguing her labia gingerly, reticent about plunging in. Then she grabbed his head with both hands and pulled him into her. His tongue protruded her inner labia and was bathed in his semen. At that point he could only lick and suck. Still under the spell of his drug-induced sexual trance, he soon got into it, finding the task to his liking. He licked and lapped, canvassing his mom, inside and out, with his tongue, and consuming his own seed in the process.

If he had stopped to think, he might have rationalized his activities. It was his own semen after all. Plus, if his sister and mom and sister were able to enjoy his cream why shouldn't he. But these thoughts never formed. It was a subrational form of excitement, as he enthusiastically ate out his mom under the most perverse circumstances possible. His cock was tingling again, ready for more action. And just as his enthusiasm was peaking, as he was moving his lips and tongue in and out and causing his mom to buck her hips against his probing mouth, he sensed a drastic change. The shadows of Rob and Diane were now cast over him with his mouth sucking deeply on his mom's vagina.

For a moment, in the long late afternoon light, there was the pregnant tension of a wild west standoff. The shadow that fell over the mother-son cunnilingus served as a much harsher accusation than any words might have. During that protracted moment of realization, accusation and admission, Chris's mouth didn't move from his mom's nether lips. Her hips stopped bucking. His lips and tongue stopped wriggling. And the world fell still.

Diane stood aghast. She had never seen anything so dramatic in her life. And she spent a good deal of her life instigating drama. Clearly, here was her greatest achievement. But perhaps she had gone too far. She knew she had pushed her dad to the edge. He was frenzied by her eroticism, and unfairly tortured by her invocation of guilt, even as she mercilessly flaunted herself in front of him. As he stood over his son at his wife's vagina, jealousy, a two-fold betrayal, and probably a whole new double layer of lust and guilt were added to the already volatile emotional mixture. During that moment of realization turned confrontation, Diane saw something snap in her father's eyes.

Then came the action. His gaze was set. He would no longer plead for pleasure, he wouldn't grovel. Now he would take. What surprised Diane the most was how he took.

There was a calm determination to his actions. He lowered his pants, releasing his turgid cock. It bobbed upon release, and all three pairs of eyes focused on it. Then he grabbed Chris by the hair and pulled him to his cock. Chris was caught so offguard that he was unable to move. Compared to his father's forceful, determined movements, Chris was pliant and his mind was reeling, nowhere near coming to grips with his reality. Passively, he watched as he was pulled towards his dad's engorged cock. From his perspective it appeared huge, and angry. The head was a shade of dark red, and it pointing straight at his face, Chris saw a small bit of clear liquid form at the tip. Chris's mouth was probably already opened in shock, and the cock slid inside. Instinctively, he just started to suck, slowly moving up and down on his dad's penis as his dad held a grip on his hair and pushed and pulled, encouraging the movement of his blowjob.

There was a look of determination on Rob's face, but also pleasure. Diane couldn't help but stare at her father. He seemed so violent, so unhinged. She wasn't sure if the pleasure she could see in his features was a result of the physical stimulation at his cock, or a result of sheer domination and power.

A feeling of sickness rose in Diane. It seemed like her father's rage, or whatever it was, had assumed cosmic significance. Dark summer storm clouds were rolling quickly through the sky, casting a dark pall over their troubled gathering. Still the scene persisted. Rob with a twisted look on his face and Chris servicing his father in such a humiliating way. It was so violent, so exploitative, so obviously vengeful. It just didn't look right seeing her brother getting face-fucked by her father. She was overcome with guilt over what she caused.

She tried to make amends. Kneeling next to Chris she moved her head to the cock, and brought her lips to the side of the shaft, which was sliding in and out of Chris's mouth. But there wasn't much she could do. Moreover, it seemed like Chris was actually sucking. There was nothing to read in his eyes. They were glazed over and his actions were mechanical.

But, then, all of a sudden, something shifted in Chris's eye. It wasn't horror. Or sickness. Or even hatred. It was lust! And then the look in his eye transformed into action, as he started to blow with a bit of a flourish. Instead of deep-throating his dad's cock, Chris moved his lips and tongue over the head. He slowly ran his tongue under the head, then, gently up, forcing the slit open, and drawing away a bit of precum. Then, he took the whole head in his lips and was tonguing away. Next, he started jerking his dad's cock with his fist as he sucked on the tip. His powerful neck muscles tensed as he moved back and forth and sucked like a pro.

Diane, still kneeling next to Chris, watched the transformation with fascination. The horrible sickness she felt at doing this to her father and brother, melted away. In its place a complicated, powerful tidal wave of love and passion welled up. Her pussy felt like a floodplain, and once again, she was ready to take charge.

She pushed Chris off of Rob's cock. She moved her mouth to her father's and kissed him, as she forced him to the ground. In no time she straddled him and she was giving her father the pussy that had almost pushed him to the brink. She rode him energetically, bouncing up and down, while her father thrust upward to meet her in her deepest place possible. In no time, he spasmed and spewed his come deep into her vagina. Falling forward, Diane deeply kissed her father.

Just then, the rain clouds let loose. With a crack of thunder, the sky opened and it poured. In seconds, everyone was soaked.

Moving quickly, Diane hopped off her father's cock, and jumped to grab the packages of food and clothes that were laying out. The others just sat there, unsure how to react, battered by the pounding rain.

"Well come on! Get inside the tent!" Diane shouted. They all piled into the kids tent, which was a tight squeeze, and looked like a indistinguishable tangle of naked body parts. Diane was the last to jump in, setting down a plastic container and a spoon before zipping the tent behind them.

It was almost impossible to hear anything as the rain drummed against the rain fly. The dark clouds also dimmed the daylight considerably, making it very hard to see in the tent.

The only movement was Diane. She was sitting up, and against the side of the tent, they could see her silhouette as it seemed she was rubbing her tits with a purpose. Next she moved over to the three others, huddled together on the other side of the tent. She took Rob and Chris by the hand and pulled them in to her chest. They were smeared with chocolate pudding! With that discovery, both men eagerly licked her titties clean. Rob took his time, finally gaining access to the breasts, the hard nipples, that had been the agents of his torment for so long. He loved them, their perfection. But when it was clear the pudding was all gone, Diane pulled away.

"Ok, thats enough," she said. Then, taking hold of both of the cocks in the tent, she said "it's time for the ladies."

She spooned globs of pudding onto both cocks and spread a thick layer over each cock. Finishing, she licked her hand and claimed her father's cock for her own. Sandy was not long in latching on to her son's slathered rod.

The sensation for the men was glorious, especially as the viagra started to make its way into their bloodstreams. The coolness of the pudding felt good on their penises, but something about the purposefulness of the ladies in trying to remove the pudding was an extra thrill.

Soon they were done. Sandy, who had been scared to death by the scene between Chris and Rob, was eager to go re-establish a connection with her husband. She grabbed his cock and led it through the dark, electrified, humid air of the storm to her pussy hole. He fucked her with abandon.

Diane wanted to experience the type of energetic cunnilingus she witnessed between Chris and his mom. She had never seen someone put some much energy into licking and sucking a pussy. Plus, she knew she still harbored the semen that Rob injected into her as the storm crashed in.

Chris would have insisted on sucking his sister's gooey hole, even if she didn't propose the idea. He liked the taste of his own semen in his mom's quim. The experience of sucking his father's cock unmoored something inside of him. He'd never been interested in penises before. But being forced to suck cock unhinged something in him, and he kind of liked it. Now he wanted to indulge the thrill of tasting someone else's seed in his sister's pussy. He dove in with abandon. With no preliminaries, he stabbed his tongue into his sister's hole and reveled in the incestuous mixture of liquids gathered there. He drew the salty mixture into his lips, and then moved to kiss Diane on the lips, sharing his prize with her. As they broke the kiss, Diane whispered into his ear. "Pretty rad, huh bro?" He answered by playfully pinching her nipple as he descended back to her creampie.

So the family fucked and sucked for the next several hours. Every position possible was experimented with. Chris and Rob came until they were physically drained of semen. And every drop of semen eventually found its way into someone's mouth. Finally, moments after Chris shot his last load into his mom's pussy, the family cuddled together and fell into a deep, contented sleep. Just about then, the storm let up and gave way to a cool night. Luckily, there was plenty of body heat to go around inside the crowded tent.