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Um, uh, yeah," he responded, his mind lost in the thought of Mary giving him a blow job, a very wondrous thought indeed, but also rather flummoxed over the fact that his wife was suggesting it. He felt like he was back with his wife in The Enthusiasts Club. She had certainly been quite the rebellious radical back then.

Jeff though now glowered. He would think that he would be the obvious person with whom Mary should learn about giving a guy a blow job. He was the one who had taught Mary how to ride a bike and, after all, they had already come pretty close to it. It was true that his mother didn't know that but, still, he was the guy who was naked with an erection in the room, yet somehow that slipped his mother's mind.

"Yes," Mrs. Anderson continued, "we were just saying the other night that most young adults, for instance, use alcohol for the first few times without any parental guidance. It's not surprising then that it is typically done in such a very dyscontrolled manner and potentially very harmful as well. Parents teach their children how to drive a car, but not how to drink. They don't expect them to learn how to drive by sneaking off with their friends, yet that is how kids first learn to drink. There really should be some form of parental guidance or supervision, at least at first."

Mary was confused. "You want us to have drinks with you?"

"No, no, no," Mrs. Anderson replied. "Both of you are still too young for that."

"Yeah, but you just said."

"It's not what I said, Mary, it's what I meant. I think you understood what I meant."

"Hey, yeah, well, what about me?" Jeff inquired. He had also helped Mary learn how to drive, although it was true that dad did most of that.

"Well, that's a wonderful idea, Jeffrey. If you want to learn some things too, you can work with me while your sister works with your father!" Mrs. Anderson very much liked the idea of helping her son learn how to perform cunnilingus for a woman, reminiscing quite fondly about their last session together.

"What?" His mother had responded to what he had said, but not actually what he had meant.

"Let's see, now, why don't you two kids get up. Your father and I will take our places on the couch." Before there could be any further discussion or disagreement she got up from her chair and stood by the couch and, while waiting for Jeff to get up, she undid the clasp of her skirt and pulled it from her body.

Mr. Anderson got up from his chair. He was really quite surprised at his wife's interest, even apparent enthusiasm, for having their kids perform oral sex on them. But, she had indeed been a dedicated member of The Enthusiasts Club. In any case, this was yet another benefit of The Program!

Alex though was unaware that his wife had already had sex twice with their son, and he was also unaware that she realized he had some form of sex with Mary. He was hoping that they had successfully hidden the evidence, but that had not in fact been the case. From Mrs. Anderson's perspective, both of them have now had sex with their children. They might as well do it now with a more parental and educational purpose in mind: teaching them to be good lovers for their future spouses.

Jeff was not at all adverse to performing oral sex on a woman, and his mom was certainly a very pretty, fit, and attractive woman. He did though have to admit that the whole thing seemed a little surreal: his mother undressing in front of him, his sister naked, him sporting a stout stiffie, and now he was about to muff dive his mom.

Mary was more ambivalent than her brother, which is perhaps not too surprising. If it was true that she had never given a guy a blow job before because she was insecure about it she would have felt even more awkward about it now. The first one she gave had been rather tentative, even clumsy. She would hate to have performed so awkwardly in front of her father, again thinking back at that ballet recital. On the other hand, her father had been terribly understanding and patient when he was teaching her to dance.

But, all of this should perhaps be secondary to the fact that she would be sucking off her father's cock.

Yet, a part of her was actually rather excited about the idea. She was still quite inflamed from her very recent dalliance with dad, and his finger up her bottom had not helped her to calm down (plus it would clearly help with the secondary mission of getting a Miata). However, she definitely wasn't particularly thrilled about doing this in front of her brother, and it did seem awkward to have mom there as well, although it was rather obvious that mom didn't seem to mind.

Mrs. Anderson had removed her skirt and slip, and was now dressed only in her blouse, brassiere, panties, thigh high nylons, and flats. She had her thumbs tucked into the waistband of her panties, was bending over, when she realized, "Oh, I'm sorry, how inconsiderate of me." And right in front of the children, no less. "Would you like to take down your mother's panties, Jeff?" She would always offer the children the first bit of a candy or dessert she had, at times even letting them unwrap some of her presents at Christmas. How frankly surprising that she hadn't thought about Jeff's interest when she was about to pull down her panties. That was not very motherly of her.

"Um, yeah, sure, mom," his face reddening. He really would like to do that, but he felt rather awkward admitting it in front of his sister, and he now more fully appreciated that he would also be eating his mother out in front of his dad. Talk about an oedipal conflict! What do you do in a situation like this? Do you outperform your father to please your mother? But, what dad will appreciate his son providing more pleasure to his wife than he has provided? This was actually kind of awkward in a number of respects.

"Honey," Mrs. Anderson said, "why don't you move the coffee table away from the couch so that we'll have plenty of room."

"Certainly, dear," Mr. Anderson replied. He was moving rather slowly anyway in the removal of his clothes. He had by now taken off his pants and was about to take down his boxers, but was hesitating. Frankly, he had to admit, he was not too pleased to have his erection compared to his son's. Fathers and sons can be pretty competitive, at least when the son hits the later teenage years and competes with dad in sports. He didn't really mind that his son would best him at basketball, and handball, and tennis, and golf, and even fly fishing. He could attribute some of this to age, feeling that if he was his son's age he would more than hold his own. But, this was different. Your cock doesn't shrink as you get older and, well, he had to admit, he did have a bit of a paunch. Not a real bad one, mind you. He wasn't what one would call fat. He was in fact in pretty good shape for a man his age. But, he knew he didn't have the abdomen of his son, and even though Jeff is his son, and isn't really in competition with him for the love of his wife, it's difficult for a man to be entirely comfortable watching his wife be pleasured by another man, one younger and fitter than oneself, perhaps especially when it's your son. He pulled the coffee table well away from the couch, stood back up, and watched his son approach his wife to take down her panties, sporting a really very impressive erection.

"Daddy, I think I really should help you with those, don't you think?"

It was Mary, looking so sweet, smiling so affectionately, standing naked before him, her perky boobs so round, so firm, so pure, her shaved cunnie slit a dream to behold. She had dropped off the armrest of the easy chair to help her father. Nothing builds up a man's self-esteem than the love and affection of his daughter. He could feel his cock rapidly swelling within his boxers. "Um, yeah, well, alright," he awkwardly replied.

Mary stepped forward, grasped the waistband of her father's boxers and, once again with rather surprising expertise, pulled them down in one swift motion all the way to his ankles. She got down onto her knees to help him step out of them and, once they were off, looked up at her father, or more accurately at his penis, which was now about half-erect. She realized that she probably should not evidence any prior knowledge of her father's cock, with mummy present. Her mother clearly did not object to her performing oral sex on her father, but she might object to their already being some hanky panky outside of her awareness and permission. "Oh my goodness, daddy," Mary exclaimed, bringing a hand to her mouth and looking quite shocked and flustered, "you're already getting hard!"

Mr. Anderson smiled down at his daughter, looking so excited, fascinated, and eager. It was really quite reassuring, and flattering, and he swelled even further.

"Ooooooooh," Mary cooed, "and you're getting bigger and bigger and bigger. C'mon, let's get over to the couch." She stood back up, took him by the hand and led him to the couch, where her mother was now getting situated herself.

Mrs. Anderson had removed her blouse, but left on her brassiere. She really did want the extra support her brassiere provided, particularly in the presence of her daughter's firm round bubbies. Mrs. Anderson's were clearly significantly larger, but they no longer had the enviable shape of her daughter's. And, besides, she had carefully chosen this brassiere, anticipating that perhaps something like this might in fact happen, given what happened already with Jeffrey the previous night. She was wearing her deep cleavage pink lace Wonderbra. It really made her breasts look fantastic, and she knew her husband would like it, even in comparison to their daughter.

Mr. Anderson smiled at the sight of his wife's proud breasts as he sat down on the couch but then glanced self-consciously at his son's cock.

Mary noticed her father's reaction to Jeff's cock. It was funny how men are always so competitive. Perhaps it would not be surprising for them to be particularly self-conscious and competitive when it came to the size of their cocks. Well, she knew who was going to buy her a car, and it wasn't going to be Jeff. "Oh daddy, your penis is getting so, so big!"

"Yes, well," he replied, "I do have a very pretty daughter," smiling sweetly as he affectionately caressed her cheek.

"Daddy!" Mary exclaimed with embarrassed but exaggerated modesty.

Mrs. Anderson glanced at her husband. She felt like giving him a disapproving scowl. It is rather rude to compliment a woman right in front of your wife but, then again, it was her daughter. She instinctively thrust out her chest as she sat back on the couch, her butt toward the front edge to give Jeff easy access.

Jeff was impressed. His mother had clearly trimmed and shaved since the last time he had seen her cunt.

Mrs. Anderson had been in the bathroom as much as she had been in the sewing room and she had to admit that she was quite pleased with the result. It really did look tremendously better. She had fully shaved the lips, leaving only a rather narrow landing strip heading toward them.

Jeff felt that he should compliment his mother. His father used to prompt him to indicate that he had noticed and liked a new outfit, and especially if she had gone through all the trouble and risk to get a new hairdo. But, does a son actually say, "Hey, I really like what you've done with your hair," when referring to the bush on her pussy?

Mr. Anderson though was not so inhibited. It was not until his wife had sat down on the couch that he had in fact noticed her new cut, and he was more than impressed. In fact, he was quite ecstatically pleased, and his dick swelled even further. "My gosh, sweetie," he said, "what have you done with your hair?!"

"You don't like it?" She asked, spreading open her thighs a bit farther. She frankly wasn't sure if he was kidding or serious.

"Like it? Listen, why don't I take Jeff's place," he suggested, half seriously.

"Daddy!" Mary complained.

"Oh, sorry, yes."

"Geeez, daddy," Mary further asserted. Here she was, about to give her father a blow job, something that not too many daughters would do, and he would rather do mom? What kind of a father is that? "You know she got that idea from me."

It was a valid point. He glanced back and forth at his wife's and daughter's cunts. They did now look awfully similar. He was about to suggest a direct comparison but he had better judgment than that, as it could risk a bit of competitive ire, as well as lead to another obvious parent-offspring comparison that he very much wanted to avoid. "Mary," he said instead, "you know you're my little pumpkin."

"Well, I better be!" She said in mock outrage, her hands on her cocked hips, glowering at him like she was in fact mad, but not being terribly convincing with her jiggling boobies and shaved and slit cunnie pouch.

As Mr. Anderson sat back down on the other side of the couch and looked up at his daughter standing before him, he did appreciate how truly beautiful she had become. She really was going to make some guy really happy someday. She had such a wonderful hour glass figure, such narrow hips and perky breasts, a very, very pretty face, and a wondrous young slick, smooth, virtuous cunt. His dick twitched as he contemplated it, and now grew to its full strength. He spread open his legs and held out his hands. "Come on, dear. Don't be mad. Come to daddy and give him a big kiss."

"Well, okay," Mary replied, stepping forward, dropping down onto her knees between his legs, and leaning down to plant a big, wet, firm, and sustained kiss right on the tip of his cock.

"Oh my gosh," Mr. Anderson exclaimed. He wasn't expecting the kiss there, and it was definitely an excellent choice on the part of his daughter. For a girl who is inexperienced with oral sex, it was a rather surprising gesture.

"Give your mummy a kiss, too, Jeffrey," Mrs. Anderson said, like she was asking him for a kiss goodnight but clearly meaning something else.

Jeff smiled, and his cock twitched. He would be most happy to do so. He was quite pleased that his mother had so thoroughly shaved herself down there. He enjoyed eating girls out, but he had to admit that sometimes hair was a problem, if not downright distracting and annoying. Leave it to a mother to be so considerate of her son's concerns. She would always take the nuts out of his desert. He didn't really like nuts. He buried his face within his mother's fleshy smooth, wet, cunt, and he did his best to please her. No boy would want to disappoint his mother at something like this, and he enthusiastically munched, chewed, slurped, and gobbled his mother's serving of her cunt.

Mrs. Anderson gasped with surprise and pleasure at her son's exuberant feasting on her pussy. She leaned back into the couch, whimpering and moaning with pleasure.

Mary withdrew her kiss of her father's cock and hesitated before using her tongue. It is one thing to kiss your father, it is perhaps quite another to french kiss him. She asked her mother, "You really think it's okay to suck off daddy's cock, mummy?" There was still a bit of nagging doubt in her mind over what she was about to do, or at least she wanted to again hear her mother's approval.

"Mary," Mrs. Anderson scolded through her heaving and gasping, "I don't approve of such language." It was perhaps a somewhat empty admonition, given that Mary was about to in fact suck her daddy's cock but it was a natural, an instinctive reaction on the part of Mrs. Anderson. What mother wouldn't disapprove of her daughter talking in such a manner?

"I'm sorry, mother." She was sincerely contrite. She knew full well that such language was really over the top. If she had said something like that a few weeks ago she would have gotten in much more serious trouble than simply a scolding . She wouldn't have gotten her mouth washed out with soap. She was much too old for that. But there would have been some sort of punishment. She looked up at her father and apologized to him as well. "Sorry, daddy," she said softly.

Mr. Anderson looked down at his daughter kneeling between his legs, her pretty eyes looking so penitent beside the swollen purple plum of his cock. He always had difficulty scolding his daughter when she looked at him like that. "That's alright, sweetie. Now, see what you can do with daddy's penis." Besides, he knew full well that he would be calling it cock sucking fairly soon himself.

Mary was no major expert on blow jobs but she had provided a few in her limited period of life and there hadn't been any complaints on the part of the recipients. Still, if she was to maintain the illusion that she was inexperienced she realized that she should probably act the part. She very tentatively began to lick the tip and around the bulb, like she was reluctantly tasting a flavor of ice cream for which she was rather ambivalent.

"Like this, daddy?"

It actually looked and felt awfully nice, but Mr. Anderson could see that his daughter did in fact need some tutoring. "That's really very good, pumpkin, but you should really put your full self into it. Embrace it, enjoy the moment."

It was pretty much word-for-word what he had said when he was trying to help with her ballet lessons. 'Well, if that's what he wants,' Mary thought. She opened her mouth up wide and swallowed the head inside, engulfing the swollen crown in one fell swoop, like she was trying to eat an apple without even taking a bite, just engulfing it whole within her mouth.

But, she did at least taste it, and quite thoroughly so. As soon as the plum was in her mouth she thoroughly washed it with her tongue, licking and lapping away at it now like it was the very best ice cream she had ever tasted.

"Oh yes, yes," her father ardently exclaimed, "that's much, much better, sweetie."

Mrs. Anderson eyes were glazed over with lust, enjoying so much her son's energetic and enthusiastic ministrations. He was really much better at this than she would have imagined. She hadn't experienced this much enthusiasm between her legs since she first went out with Alex, and it brought back quite a bit of wonderfully nostalgic memories, as well as sensations. She reached across the couch to grasp hold of her husband's hand, wanting to share this moment together.

As he took her hand she turned to look at him, to see how well her daughter was doing and was so happy to see that apparently it was going very, very well. She smiled. This was a really marvelous moment for the whole family to share. She opined, with a blissful smile on her face, "It's just like we're all on a family picnic."

Jeff momentarily released his lips and tongue from his mother's cunt, his mouth and cheeks awash with her womanly juices, to say, "Very funny, mother," the sarcasm quite evident in his tone.

Mrs. Anderson just giggled. She considered reminding him that he should never eat with his mouth full, but she knew her kids would consider that to be too corny of a joke, and perhaps it was. Sometimes her jokes were rather old-fashioned.

Mary let the crown of her father's cock pop out of her mouth, gasping for air as she did so. It was now all shiny with her saliva, glistening and twinkling in the air. "Oh my gracious," Mary exclaimed, looking exhausted up at her father, "It's just so big for my mouth." That remark was perhaps over the top but a daughter really can't overdo compliments of her father. Fathers so much enjoy being admired by their daughters.

Mr. Anderson said, expressing his beaming pride more so than offering reassurance, "That's alright pumpkin, you'll get used to it."

Mary was about to add that it was a lot bigger than any of the other boys' penises she has swallowed, but then recalled that she was feigning inexperience with such things.. "I don't know daddy. I'll try," and she returned her mouth to his cock, now sliding her face up and down the shaft, fucking his cock with her face, with her mouth, all the while stroking his shaft with her left hand as she tickled his balls with her right.

Mr. Anderson was duly impressed at how quickly his daughter was catching on. But, then again, she was an Anderson and the Andersons were all quick learners. He did though suggest, "Pumpkin, try to keep looking daddy in the eye while you're doing it. That's always real nice to have eye contact while you're...doing that." The eye contact was perhaps especially nice for him, to see the love and affection in her eyes as she sucked and gobbled on his cock.

Mary smiled, at least to herself. It was kind of hard to smile with a cock in her mouth. But, it just seemed so much like when her father was poking his nose into her ballet lessons, picking away at every little detail, not letting her learn on her own. But, still, this was probably good advice. She looked gaily up into his eyes as her mouth was stretched wide by his cock, the crown bulging out one of her cheeks.

"Much better," her father said approvingly.

Mrs. Anderson was grinding her cunt against Jeff's lips and tongue, encouraging him in particular to focus on her clit. He was at first naturally most interested in her cunt hole, but he soon caught on when it became evident that she really preferred him to use his tongue and lips on her clit. He did though surprise his mother when she felt him actually softly nibble on her clit with his teeth. She suddenly gasped and thrust her cunt even harder against him. She would have to tell Alex about that later, although as soon as she thought that she realized that she probably shouldn't let him know that the idea came from Jeff.

Jeff did at least keep at her hole with his fingers while his mouth concentrated on her clit. He so much enjoyed fingering his mother. Perhaps it was some sort of primeval, subconscious desire to return to the womb. Well, probably not. It was just that he enjoyed making any girl, and particularly his mother, squirm on his finger like a slut in heat.

If this was a family picnic neither of the kids were demonstrating particularly good table manners. The family room was filled with sloppy slushing slurping sounds as Mary and Jeff gobbled, gorged, and gulped at the cunt and cock of their parents.

Jeff though suddenly slipped his finger out of his mother's hole. It was a moment for her to catch her breath, but truly just a moment because he was just shifting it to her little, tighter pink asshole

"Oh my goodness!" Mrs. Anderson exclaimed in shock at the sudden and surprising tickling of her anus, trying to leap from the ticklish intrusion but in the process only further crushing her cunt into her son's mouth.

It was a bold move on Jeff's part, particularly following his mother's explicit disapproval of anal sex. But, he had been tempted previously, staring down at that anus when he was fucking her from behind, and in his own prior experience girls did often like it, particularly when they were already intensely aroused, and his mother was certainly that.

Mrs. Anderson squeezed Alex's hand as she felt her son tickle her anus with his finger. It was such a strange, disconcerting, and yet so very tingly, sparkly sensation. She reached out with her left hand to clutch Jeff's face, his lips, against her cunt, her clit, as she squirmed on his finger. She had to admit that the older generation can learn a few new things from the younger generation.

Jeff did not try to slip a finger up into his mother's butt. That might be going too far. Some things you do have to slowly ease your parents into. And, besides, his mother was a stickler when it came to having your fingers clean when you eat.

"Pumpkin," Mr. Anderson intoned, his voice a little gaspy and breathless, "put daddy's balls in your mouth. Try sucking on daddy's balls."

Whoa! That was in fact something that Mary hadn't done before, and it was a little disconcerting to hear such words coming from her father's mouth. But, she was not a defiant or disobedient daughter, so she dutifully withdrew her lips from his cock, and, leaving a trail with her tongue going down the shaft, her eyes always fixed on his, she traveled to her daddy's balls. Yet, she did hesitate.

"Oh, but daddy, you have such big balls."

He did indeed. Mrs. Anderson smiled when she heard her daughter's concern. That was one thing she did admire in Alex. He was a very fertile man.

Mary opened her mouth as wide as she could and carefully absorbed the first one, looking up at her father through her spectacles with her large green eyes also opened wide, expressing her concern, her fear. There is one thing you don't want to do and that is to bite your daddy's balls. She carefully nudged in the other with her fingers, her cheeks now bulging out like a chipmunk with a couple of really large nuts stuffed into her little mouth.

"Mmmmm," her father approved, "that's very good sweetie," and he reached down to affectionately caress his daughter's engorged cheek, feeling his own balls inside.

Mary smiled through her mouthful up at her father, her eyes now glistening with pride and delight. She did so much like pleasing daddy, and she now had to admit that the younger generation can learn a few new things from the older generation. It was kind of neat taking a guy's balls in your mouth. A guy would certainly have to really trust you to let you do that. She licked and lapped at her father's balls, safely tucked away in the warm, wet hearth of her mouth, all the while still stroking her fist up and down his shaft, which was now traversing and towering across her face.

Another advantage of using her mouth on his balls was that it freed up a hand, which was now down between her own legs, rubbing and pinching (or tweaking as she liked to say), her clit. After the prior session with her father, and now this, she was feeling like she really, really needed some release herself.

Mr. Anderson so much enjoyed having his balls licked. Donna was pretty darned good at it, but he could tell, he could feel, that his daughter had considerable potential as well. He considered suggesting that she also try to deep throat him, but Mary was such a petite girl and he really didn't want to choke his daughter. That might be a bit much, at least the first time.

Mrs. Anderson suddenly pushed Jeff away, gasping, her breasts heaving within her brassiere.

Jeff wondered if she was upset about the anal tickling.

But, Mrs. Anderson realized that the kids should have some fun too. It really isn't good parenting to leave them out of all the fun. It was like that time when they got their kids new bikes for Christmas and they wound up riding the bikes around the neighborhood themselves. Plus, her son needed a reward for introducing her to anal play. "Honey," she said to her husband. "Let's have the kids get just rewards for doing such really fine jobs."

Alex couldn't and wouldn't disagree with that. He assumed that meant that Mary and Jeff would get onto the couch, all of them essentially trading positions. He kind of liked the idea of licking and lapping away at his daughter's shaved cunt. How exciting would it be to actually give your daughter an orgasm, and perhaps it would even be the first time that a guy did that for her. If she hadn't performed oral sex on a guy before, then it seemed unlikely that it had been done for her. But that wasn't what Mrs. Anderson meant.

"Okay, honey," she said, speaking to her daughter, "Get up here on the couch with your mother and the boys can do us." She let go of Alex's hand and patted the couch next to her to make it clear where she wanted her daughter to go.

Alex immediately understood, as his wife did always refer to fucking or screwing as "doing." He was not, of course, disappointed. It would obviously be as much fun, if not more, to actually feel his cock driving in and out of his daughter's tight little shaved cunt.

Mary looked up at her mother, her mouth full with her daddy's balls. It was still a bit difficult for her to get used to her mother speaking this way. But she was certainly very, very receptive to having at least somebody "do her." Frankly, she really, really wanted to get off. And, if she had to choose, she would prefer her father over her brother. She wasn't really sure why she felt that way. Perhaps it was because she couldn't quite tell if Jeff was just taking advantage of her and, well, frankly, the depth of her relationship with her father was much stronger than with her brother. She did love her father very, very much. It was true that they had drifted apart the last few years, but they were now more than making up for that lost time. She carefully released his balls from her mouth and got up on her feet to take her position by her mother.

Mr. Anderson got up to make room, his dick throbbing with lust and desire as he watched his pretty daughter get up from the floor. There was a part of him that was still ambivalent about this. It was perfectly legal, she was eighteen, but not too many fathers slide their cocks up their daughters' cunts. However, Mary's was so awfully, awfully pretty and inviting.

Mrs. Anderson considered turning around, getting on her knees on the couch, and presenting her bottom to her son. But, given his anal tickling she wasn't too sure she wanted to present her anus to him. He might get the wrong idea. She did like the tickling, but she wasn't ready for that next step and, besides, taking her virginity, even if it is just an anal virginity, should probably be reserved for her husband. Plus, this way, facing each other, everyone would be able to see everyone and everything that was going on. That was clearly much better for the family as a whole, being able to share in all of this together. She pulled on her son's shoulders to draw him up off the floor so that he would fuck her.

As Mary sat down next to her mother, she and Mrs. Anderson both stole glances at the cocks of Jeff and Mr. Anderson. They were most definitely evaluating them, comparing them, trying to figure out whose was bigger. It was, though, quite difficult to tell. Mrs. Anderson felt that Jeff's was a bit bigger, but Mary felt that her father's was bigger. Their perceptions could just simply reflect that the one they considered to be bigger was the one that was going to penetrate them.

Jeff and Mr. Anderson quite consciously avoided glancing at each other's cock. Men don't do that in restrooms, and they certainly don't do that when they have sex together. Well, maybe they do, within certain contexts. But, in this context, that of father and son having sex with daughter and mother, respectively, they would respect each other's privacy, at least with regard to the question of whose was bigger.

Jeff bent forward, leaning over his mother, bracing himself with his left hand on the back of the couch, his eyes at first feasting on his mother's bulbous breasts so provocatively bulging up and out of her tight pink brassiere. They never looked better than they did now. He tore his eyes away though to lodge his cock in her thick, fleshy cunt. At first though he just slid his swollen bulb up and down her thick, wet lips, enjoying the feel of her soft warm moist feminine flesh caressing the sensitive nerves of his crown.

Mrs. Anderson though mistook her son's snuggling cock for an inexperienced fumbling, as if he was searching for her hole. Alex had done that the first couple of times they had sex. As she reached down to grasp hold of Jeff's cock she was reminded of those early times with Alex. The memories wafted through her mind with much fondness and endearment as she helped Jeff find the portal to her cunt.

Just like the last time he fucked his mother (how strange really to think that), Jeff would have preferred to do it himself. Parents always seem to feel that their kids need help in just about anything they do; giving advice, instruction, and guidance when none was really needed. However, it was kind of nice watching and feeling his mother's fingers on his cock, fitting his crown snugly into her cunt. Once placed he thrust forward, driving his dick up inside.

"Mmmmm," Mrs. Anderson groaned, her eyes drifting shut at the feel of the young man's stout, stiff dick driving up inside her.

Mary sat back in the couch and spread open her thighs, making ample room for her father. She was also still a bit ambivalent about this. That was perhaps only natural. It was something that she was unlikely to tell her friends, and that fact alone suggested a degree of doubt. She told her friends everything. Well, actually, not everything, particularly when it came to sex. So, maybe this isn't so weird. And, her cunnie was now so inflamed, so swollen, so hot and wet. Plus, her dad's cock looked so wonderful, so big, so powerful. As a little girl she had always perceived her father as a big, strong, and powerful man. It was nice having that feeling once again, and now the impressive power of her father was going to drive right up into her cunt.

Mr. Anderson lodged his cock in his daughter's little feminine furrow. It had been a long time since he had sex with a woman other than his wife. He had certainly never cheated on her, as he loved her, and respected her, very, very much. But, this was not cheating as it was being done with her approval and even in her presence. Plus, it was with his daughter. It was still in the family. And, of course, perhaps the best reason of all: his daughter's elfin slit was so fucking enticing. "Are you ready, pumpkin?"

"Yes, daddy," Mary replied. She gently thrust her pelvis at his cock to affirm the point.

"Let me know if it hurts, pumpkin," her father warned.

"Yes, daddy," Mary replied, and then groaned with lustful excitement as she felt her father's thick truncheon force its way up inside.

"Oh man," Mr. Anderson groaned, as his dick pushed it's way forward, thrusting and straining its way through and past his daughter's resistant and cramped yet soft, moist interior. He had not felt his cock in such a tightly constricted cunt for quite some time, and it was truly wonderful.

There was, of course, no need to be concerned about it actually hurting. This was hardly the first time that a cock had pressed its way into Mary's cunt. She was indeed feeling quite stuffed and engorged, but it was a very good feeling, to say the least. She was feeling truly penetrated, truly fucked. She reached down with her right hand to again tweak her clit as her father thrust his cock in and out of her tightly clenching, gripping, and squeezing soft wet folds.

Jeff was of course enjoying himself just as much. There is perhaps something about fucking one's mother that is so uniquely enjoyable and titillating, watching your mother's face clench and twist with passion, her breasts heaving with lust, the muscles of her womanly cunt squeezing and clenching your cock. She was even using her left hand to caress and squeeze his shaft each time he pushed it back in.

"Fuck your mother," Mrs. Anderson gasped, "fuck mumsy so hard!"

Jeff did precisely that, increasing the rate of his thrusting and humping, giving his mother a good, hard, slamming fuck.

Mr. Anderson increased the rapidity, depth, and force of his thrusts into his daughter's cunt, as he witnessed the acceleration of his son's fucking of his wife. He certainly did not want to be left behind, or at least outdone.

"Oh, daddy!" Mary exclaimed as she felt her father's cock fucking her with even greater intensity and force. She used her left hand to grasp and squeeze her breast, her right to tickle and caressing his big, swinging, and now wet balls.

Mrs. Anderson's breathing was now accelerating as well, her breasts heaving, her body jarring and lurching with Jeff's fucking. She reached out with her right hand to grasp hold of the hand of her daughter, taking her daughter's hand away from her breast to clench the hand of her mother. She wanted to share this wonderful, this exhilarating, moment together: mother and daughter being fucked by son and father. This was now indeed a very closely bonded family.

Mary received and grasped hold of her mother's hand, and fell back into the couch to receive the forceful thrusts and fucks of her father, softly moaning, "Daddy ...daddy ...daddy," with each pounding drive.

The accelerated rate of the fucking did create one potential problem for the father and son: who was going to cum first. If there was one thing in which men take some pride, it's being able to control, to pace themselves, able to last long enough for their partners to cum. Certainly neither one wanted to be the one with the quick trigger finger, shooting off prematurely, before his partner had her orgasm.

Mrs. Anderson didn't helped by stating, or more like gasping, to her daughter, in between Jeff's thrusts, "You know, dear...what a boy really likes...don't you?"

"No, no....mummy," Mary gasped, her voice equally winded and breathless with her excitement, her arousal, her lust. "What... what...is it?"

"Letting him ejaculate...onto your face."

"Mother!" Mary exclaimed, with wantonness and with shock, her eyes widening at just the thought that her mother would suggest such a thing. It's not that she hadn't yet done that herself, or more accurately had it done to her, but hearing it come from the mouth of her own mother was really quite shocking.

Mrs. Anderson was herself a bit surprised at her willingness to make the suggestion, but she did in fact want her son to do it, and she knew how much Alex liked to do it. It wouldn't be right for her daughter and husband to be left out of the fun.

Just hearing the suggestion though put Alex and Jeff both over the edge. Neither had been expecting to be able to do that, and it was clearly quite a treat, even just to imagine.

"Oh, mums!" Jeff exclaimed, feeling himself at the point of no return. He had always called her that when he was a little boy.

"Wonderful!" Mrs. Anderson responded, clenching tightly on his shaft with her cunt as she also grasped hold of it with her hand to draw him out and bring it up to her face. "Bring your cock to mums," she gasped as she pulled him out of her cunt.

Jeff was disappointed that he had not lasted as long as his father. Dad apparently won that one, but perhaps he would give him a rematch in a few days. In any case, disappointment was not the affect he was feeling right now. His mind and body were absorbed in the ecstasy of the arrival of his climax, and he gladly drew his cock out of his mother's cunt and brought it up to her face, guided by her hand that was now wrapped firmly around the shaft, working it like she was pumping for oil.

"Geeeeez," Jeff moaned as he felt the first load surge from his balls up through his shaft and burst from the knob onto his mother's forehead and nose, leaving a big white ropey glob trailing across her face.

"Oh daddy," Mary groaned as she saw the cum blast from her brother's cock onto her mother's face, and her body suddenly twitched and shivered with her own climax, her cunt quivering around her father's dick stuffed deeply up inside, her hand squeezing her daddy's balls.

"Pumpkin," moaned Mr. Anderson, as he felt his body give way to its climax and he quickly ripped his cock from his daughter's convulsing cunt, his balls wrenching away from her fingers, to also bring his cock up to Mary's pretty face, gushing a big, sloppy, full load all over her perky nose, rosy cheek, and pink, pursed lips."Oh daddy, daddy, daddy," Mary moaned, feeling her body shuddering with the sweeping tides of her orgasm, her fluids running down her thighs, her father's cum raining and splashing all over her face.

It was a difficult choice for Jeff and Mr. Anderson: which face to watch the most. They naturally focused most intently on the face of their partner, but they were both a sight to behold. Mrs. Anderson's very pretty motherly face being doused with the cum of her son, or Mary's more adorable, innocent face being drenched with the cum of her father.

And, both ladies enjoyed it immensely, not doing anything to try to avoid or minimize the damage. Mrs. Anderson in fact felt her body become swept away climactically with the splashes of her son's hot, sticky, slimy cum gushing and splashing against her lips, cheeks, and even eyes with considerable force. "Oh, Jeff," she moaned in ecstatic euphoria, her body suddenly shivering and quivering with her orgasm, "such a good, good boy."

Mr. Anderson did his best to avoid his daughter's eyes. He didn't want to push this too far, asking his daughter to take on too much, at least not the first time he came on her face. Mary though was clearly a trooper, and he could see by the delighted and contented look on her face that she was enjoying the receiving of her daddy's cum, which was fortunate as he had quite a bit of stuff to deliver, despite cumming once already that evening.

"Daddy, gracious me," Mary gasped, and giggled. It wasn't that she was complaining. She was frankly pleased. It was just that she hadn't expected him to squirt so much again so soon. Apparently her daddy's balls were indeed really very large.

When the two men were finished they paused to admire the sight, as well as to catch their breaths. It was quite a sight indeed. Mother and daughter holding hands, their breasts heaving with passion, their bodies still quivering and twitching, their cunts wet and swollen, their faces doused with globs, ropes, and splashes of cum, now starting to drip off their cheeks and chins.

Mr. Anderson felt that his daughter never looked prettier, and Jeff never felt more closer to his mother than he did now.

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