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"Going into the bottom of the ninth," Dad declared, his fingers digging into Laila's hips, thrusting hard into his daughter three times before pulling out and sliding his cock into her ass, asking, "Are you two about done? I'm getting hungry for dinner. How about we go out tonight?"

"Almost done," Laila responded as her body rocked and her breasts swayed in sync with dad's advances and retreats. Her head and arms seemed unmoved as she continued editing her document on the screen of her laptop.

"What do you think about this closing paragraph?" she asked, turning the screen toward me.

I read it, then commented, "Good thing we're going to different colleges," reading and typing as I said, "I'm stealing those last two sentences."

"I've been reading over your shoulder," dad offered, "Ray's right. That's an excellent summation. Your entire report is better than what I get out of some of our third-year associates. You've also used your citations and references to prove your assertions without assuming the reader knows or understands the context of your quotations."

"Really?" Laila twisted back to look up at her father, "You're not just telling me that because I've let you fuck me for two innings?"

"No," dad smirked, "But," he added, "If your work is always that good, then you should consider following in your father's footsteps. You can work for me. I'm looking for a summer intern... a position with special fringe benefits available only to family members," he snorted, thrusting, then holding himself deep inside his daughter.

Laila's eyes rolled back into her head, and, like she had done for me when she finished her homework while I fucked her, Laila exhaled and trembled, allowing herself to release the climax she had been holding back.

"Fuuccckkk," she puffed, almost sounding like a neighing mare as she warbled, "I just need to email this to my professor. Then I'm done." Laila's pleading eyes turning to me, asking, "Are you done, Ray?"

I reached out, caressing Laila's face, then held her head as I pulled her toward me, forcing dad to turn with us. I pressed my nose to hers as I suggested, "Let's cum together... all of us," I added, twisting my neck to look down at Rose.

Rose released my cock just long enough to mutter, "Took you long enough... My pussy's been ready to pop since your father shouted something about a double a while ago."

I turned back to Laila, directing, "Kiss me... and don't stop until we've all cum... at the same time."

Laila nodded, then her nose bumped mine when dad started to work his cock in and out of Laila far faster than he had been.

Our lips pressed together harder when Rose assaulted my cock, speeding up her previously gentle genital stroking and tightening her grip when not trying to swallow the head of my cock.

It was a first for Laila and me, watching each other up close as the other climbed to a climax, a climax induced by someone else. Rose vacuumed the ready-to-fire cum out of my cock. The moment I squirted into her mouth, Rose began to moan loudly around my shaft. I could feel her spasming against my leg as she vibrated her pussy to orgasm.

Laila also climaxed almost instantly, her puffing breath filling my mouth, as dad released the hounds, ravaging Laila's ass -- just the way she liked it ravaged.

Laila began to whimper against the grunting and puffing from my mouth as my ejaculation squirted into Rose's mouth. And, Rose's tongue was somehow keeping me cumming for far longer than I thought she could.

Dad's intense expression, bear-like growls, and his hips slamming into Laila's butt only proved his body spasms meant he too was climaxing at the same time as the rest of his family.

My head slid past Laila's, and we both ended up resting on our lover's shoulders. I could feel Rose continue to suck and lick around my cock in her mouth as dad's body tried to resume fucking Laila, bumping his hips against her upturned ass.

Laila pushed herself up and back, smirking at me as she asked, "Do you think you have another in you... I want you to fuck me... and cum inside me... I want to feel your cum inside me and dad's at the same time."

"I can try," I nodded.

We all shifted around, I helped Rose stand, and Laila helped dad sit on the chair she had moved out of the way when dad started to help her with her homework.

Dad, the oldest of all of us, looked exhausted, but that didn't stop Rose from teasing him, "Come on, old man, you're not going to let these youngsters beat us, are you?"

Dad silently shook his head, reached out to Rose, unexpectedly shoving his finger into her cunt. She flinched, then relaxed as he wiggled his finger inside her. When he pulled it out, his index finger was dripping with her creamy pussy juice.

Looking at me defiantly, he rubbed his finger under his nose before standing up. By the time he had Rose comfortably bend over the table, his cock was impressively hard again. Dad pulled and tugged on the butt plug still in Rose's ass, passing it to Laila after extracting it from his wife.

"What did you tell Ray about these," holding the silver butt plug up in front of his daughter, "You like to use these to keep his cum where it belongs... inside you?"

"Well," he insisted, "That's where my cum belongs too... inside my daughter."

Laila grabbed the buttplug, spun around, leaning across the table next to her mother as she made a show of inserting the silver plug into her ass for dad and me. Laila then interlocked her arm with Rose, settling in tight next to her mother, both ready and waiting to be fucked by father and son.

"The first one of you two who cum a second time gets to choose where we're going to dinner tonight," Rose directed, reaching back with her free hand and arm to spread open her butt cheeks for dad.

"And gets to choose who they're sleeping with tonight," Laila added, pulling open her thigh for me.

Dad watched me, and I watched him, but nothing happened.

Both of us were waiting to watch the other insert their penis into their lover.

We looked up at each other, and for a moment, I never felt more like my father's son than when we silently agreed to penetrated our lovers at the same time.

Both Rose and Laila releasing their whining whimpers when father and son inserted themselves into mother and daughter. Dad, feeding his reawakened erection to Rose's sphincter while I slipped my cock into Laila's pussy juice dripping snatch.

Laila's cunt clamped down around my penis, and I could tell by the way her body clenched in certain places, she was making her vagina contract around my cock on purpose.

Rose helped dad by rocking forward and back, driving his penetration deeper and deeper into her rectum.

It wasn't our lover's efforts that pushed dad and me to fuck them harder, faster. The fog of necessary ejaculation had clouded both of our senses the moment Laila and Rose purred their willing acceptance of our anal and vaginal penetrations.

Somehow synchronized, our first slow insertions were purposefully and playful. After the first retreat, things got intense and mindless.

Dad and I started to fuck Rose and Laila as if we were animals participating in a breeding orgy with the last two females of our species. Both of us were racing to the same end for the same reason, but not the reason our lovers expected.

Any sanity or rationality dad and I had when we started evaporated into a fog of lust and sexual cravings. Both of our eyes flitting back and forth, starting at the other's cock, stretching and pulling at Rose's ass and Laila's pussy. Both of us seeing and watching the other's penetration but feeling the flesh of our lovers, massaging our erect penises, unknowingly feeding our masculine desires to inject our seed into their bodies.

We were both in complete synchronization, rocking in and out of Rose and Laila with the same tempo and lack of timidity. We both began to huff and grunt like neanderthals at the same time as we demanded, commanded, then eventually begged God to make our balls to produce something, anything we could inject into our lovers' fleshy receptacles.

Dad and I climaxed at the same time, both of us pushing deep into our lovers, uncaring or not noticing if Rose and Laila were climaxing or not. At that moment, their pleasure was irrelevant and unnecessary for what our bodies and the most depraved and perverted parts of our brains wanted to do; cum.

Our mindless penial injections squished Rose's and Laila's thighs to the edge of the dining room table; our combined and synchronized thrusts shoved them and the table to the back of one of the sofas; sandwiching our lovers between our lust and the creaking furniture.

I didn't realize what we had done, how we had abused both mother and daughter until reality returned when the fog started to fade and the smell of our merged sweat and the magnificent bouquet of cock expelled cum mixing with juicy pussy overflow.

Both Rose and Laila still connected via their intertwined arms, and both had reached out with flat palms on the table to steady themselves when dad and I sexually assaulted them.

Their upper backs flushed and spotty with red blotches, and both with their heads resting sideways on the table panting at each other. Both were wearing the same contented Jokeriques grins on their faces, a look of deviant satisfaction I had seen on Laila several times since we became lovers.

Laila spoke first, complaining through the frozen smile on her face, "That's not fair... you both came at the same time."

"Alls fair in love and war," I muttered through my not yet normal breathing, stabbing at her insides once again for no reason other than it felt good to feel my cock trying to get deeper inside her pinned body.

"Best two out of three," Rose chuckled at Laila.

"I'd love to," Dad replied, pulling out of Rose, sitting down, "But not yet... Give me a minute."

Not wanting dad to feel bad for being exhausted, after all, I was too; I pulled out of Laila, sitting in my chair as I agreed, "Yeah... give us a minute."

Laila started to push herself up, but I stopped her, commanding, "No. I didn't say you could move. Not until I get to see what I want to see."

"God, I love you, Ray," Laila muttered, laying her head back down on the table, her glowing face aimed at Rose's confused expression.

"Ray likes to see my cum dripping out of me," Laila explained, "That's why he made me show you guys during the commercial," she confirmed.

"I do," I verified, "I love to see my stuff leaking out of my lovers.".

"So do I," Dad added, "Stay where you are, Rose... I want to see my cum leaking out of you, and I want to watch Ray's dripping out of Laila. And, Laila, you can take that plug out of your butt so Ray and I can see my stuff leaking out of your ass. Mixing with my son's before streaming down the inside of my daughter's thigh," he added with a clear tone of pride in his voice.

Our lovers complied, propping themselves up on the table with their legs slightly open. Both women reaching back with both hands to spread open their butts and thighs, granting father and son a perfect front-row seat to watch Rose's butthole pulsate dad's cum out of her ass and across her perineum. Laila's open lips and dark tunnel of love streamed my cum from her cunt down her leg to the floor; a river made faster and thicker when she released the dam holding back the flood of dad's cum in her ass.

While admiring the results of our masculine efforts, I suggested, "You pick where we're having dinner... since your paying anyway, and we'll flip a coin to see who shares our beds tonight."

"Deal," dad confirmed, not releasing his gaze from the powerfully perverted and perfect performance presented for our private viewing.

-- Scorpio's Secrets --

Rose and Laila looked marvelous in their tight tops and skirts that showed off their legs. Knowing how beautiful they were naked, I found myself challenged to see them any other way. Rose presented herself a little more conservatively than her daughter. Both wore form-complementing tops. Rose's blouse had buttons open to just above her cleavage; her top color complemented her knee-high skirt and high-heels.

Laila's bra secured breasts tried to explode out of her slightly too-small gamer's t-shirt. The faded logo of the main character in an action pose, raising their fist and shouting their catchphrase, apparently thrilled to be riding my lover's bosoms. Her skirt violated most professional dress codes, exposing her tanned and sex-hunger-inducing upper thighs.

She walked up to me with her panties hanging from her fingertips, kissing me then suggesting, "You want to kiss me before I put these on?"

"I love you too," I puffed, dropping to my knees.

My head pushed its way under her skirt, and I pressed my face to her groin, inhaling deeply before licking her slotted lips, disappointed I couldn't do more than kiss her outer labia at the moment.

With my head still under her skirt, I reached up, and she handed me her pre-liner set panties. I kissed her inner thighs as she lifted each leg one by one before I helped hide her sex.

When I stood up, she dropped to her knees in front of me. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see why. Dad's cock was out of his pants and in Rose's mouth.

Our lovers sucked us both off, proudly leaving dad and I sexually placated for a little while.

In the car, dad and I in front and Rose and Laila in back, for the agreed to reason that we'd all get to dinner with our clothes on if we avoided sitting boy-girl-boy-girl.

While dad talked over his shoulder at Laila, trying to sell her on the summer intern position he wanted her to accept, he interrupted himself, turning right at a light, saying, "I need to make a quick stop. I've got some paperwork for a client to sign, and we're in the neighborhood."

'The neighborhood,' as dad described it, was in an industrial part of town know as 'Scorpion's Domain.' So named after a famous submarine designed and built at the no-longer-existing boat-works that used to occupy part of the area.

A history I knew well from a report I did in eighth grade and watching historical TV shows about submarines whenever I stumbled across them. The entire area was a relic of World War II, converted into a sprawling commercial and light industry complex covering several square miles with an adjacent Coast Guard facility, fish market, and a restaurant-filled waterfront.Scorpion's Domain was also on the Superfund list, or at least it was when I wrote my report many years ago. At the far end, as far from the wonderful aromas of ocean breeze-driven food-infused smoke, hidden between a nausea-inducing plastics company and a nose offending garbage transfer station, was an Erotic storefront known as Scorpio's Secrets.

Scorpio's Secrets was not a secret. Everyone knew what it was and where it was. Scorpio's Secrets was a frequently whispered topic in my group speech group. Recently, its marque appeared on the news after the owner won a copyright infringement case against another 'Secret' company primarily because Scorpio's Secrets existed long before the other 'Secret' opened their doors in 1977... in another state.

"How long will you be, dad?" Laila asked, thumping the door release several times, clawing at the door to get out before he shifted the car into park, set the brake, and unlocked the doors.

"Long enough," dad smirked, "And," he promised, "You two ladies may each purchase one item, and Ray," he said, looking at me, "I need your help loading something into the car, son." He added with rare but welcomed acknowledgment of me as his offspring.

As you might expect, Scorpio's Secrets represented your typical XXX movie rental establishment and adult toy store. Glancing around at the leather and lingerie-clothed mannequins, some restrained with various binding, and others wearing leashed collars.

While taking a closer look at the various bindings, I imagined Rose and Laila appropriately restrained and forced to climax over and over again. As dad and I pleasured ourselves with their various penis-sized orifices, of course.

Expanding my visual exploration of the interior, I was surprised to find the store had a section with VHS and Betamax videotapes, in addition to rows and rows of DVDs.

Rose and Laila clung to each other like two schoolgirls, almost giddy as they perused the counter-high display cases filled with various penetrative toys, restraints, and lubes. I tried to steer myself toward them, but dad pulled at my arm, taking me with him toward the register and an equally intriguing glass counter filled with unexpected and interesting pleasure-inducing devices.

Welcomed greetings met us when dad found the owner. Dad and they exchanged pleasantries and paperwork as I looked over the high-tech feminine satisfaction devices in the glass display case in front of me.

My imagination was running wild with the things I wanted to do to Laila and her mother; I was too distracted to notice the first time dad nudged me, asking for my attention.

"Ray," he directed, pushing two heavy and narrow arm-length cardboard boxes at me, directing, "Take these out to the car, and put them in the trunk, and try not to let the girls see you. You can look around all you want after."

"Oh," I replied, shaking off fantasy for reality, "Ok... keys?"

Dad fished out his keys from his pocket, then resumed his conversation with the owner as I dutifully carried the two boxes out to the car, storing them in the trunk before I returned.

Dad had joined Rose and Laila by the time I returned. I passed him the keys, suggesting, "Dad, can I show you something?"

"Sure," he replied, his tone less professional and more like the perverted teenaged boy I felt like while inside Scorpio's Secrets.

I lead dad back to the counter, the same counter he passed off the two boxes to me, then I wordlessly pointed at one of the displayed items, then nodded at Rose and Laila.

"Son," dad replied proudly, grinning at me as he added, "Like father, like son," he muttered. Then turned to me, whispering, "You and I need to a talk. There are so many things I've wanted to tell you and share with you; now you and your sister have accepted and embraced our family traditions, I think it's time you and I have some father-son time."

Then, shaking his head, "Not now, now, I mean, later... later, later," pointing at the display as he confirmed, "After we've used those on Rose and Laila for a while."

Dad moved down the counter, spoke with the owner, who disappeared behind a curtain behind the sales counter. When they returned with two cereal-sized boxes, dad paid for our purchase, then passed one of the two boxes to me as he directed, "No time like the present."

I could feel the perverted grin on my face reflecting the one on my father's face as we looked at each other. Then, with the same youthful expression of lust in our eyes, we turned to find our lovers in the sexy undergarment section. Both were testing the size and fit of various bras and bustiers by holding them up around and over their clothed chests and asking the other's opinion.

Dad and I approached unseen from behind and surprised them when dad said, "We come bearing gifts that will make you two cum."

"What do you think of this?" Laila asked me, turning around, squeezing a sexy, sheer fabric bra to her chest that pushed her bosom up and out, and would have teased her areolas and nipples if she weren't wearing a bra already.

I nodded my approval, then noticed something behind her on the display wall. Aiming my raised chin past her, I suggested, "I think it's almost perfect, but the one behind you would be better... for me... it doesn't hide your nipples as much... I like seeing your nipples trying to poke through your clothes."

"Anything for you, lover," she cooed, returning the article of clothing in her hands, quickly replacing it with my suggestion after finding her size."

"Get one for me too," Rose replied over her shoulder, opening the box dad passed to her."

"Oh, you dirty old man," Rose purred, looking up at dad after opening the box, "I knew there was a reason why I loved you."

"Put it on," dad directed, "Both of you... now."

Laila turned around, asking, "Put what on?" as she passed me the nippleless bra, and I passed her the box in my hand.

"God," Laila huffed after opening the box, "You both are so wonderfully perverted... I love it."

Without hesitation, Laila pulled her skirt up. Then, not even looking around to see who might be watching, she removed the high-waisted liner-infused panties I had helped her put on before we left the house. She rested her hand on my shoulder while kicking back her legs at the knee one by one to escape the straps of her underwear, casually passing them off to me out of habit.

Also, out of habit, I brought her panties to my nose, sniffing as I watched Laila extract the remote-controlled, Bluetooth-enabled, vaginal and anal vibrator from its resting place.

I saw dad dropping to his knees in front of Rose, and I did the same, taking the toy from Laila as I did. I laid her panties on top of the bra resting over my shoulder and left the empty box on the floor before I reached up Laila's skirt.

Like Rose did to dad, Laila rested her hand on my head as she spread open her legs and squatted a little for me. I lifted her thigh-high skirt over my head, then watched a previously unconceived fantasy unfold as I fingered her clit in the store, testing the frictionless state of her pussy, before inserting the anal side of the toy into her cunt.

In the cloth-tinted light cast by her skirt, my hand began to wiggle the protrusion into her always slippery slot. Watching closely as her lips parted, then rolled in and out, as I moved the purple knob in and out of her moist but not soaking wet slit.

I wasn't trying to make her cum, and I wasn't doing it to satisfy my new fantasy; I was after her natural lube, coating the anal portion with copious amounts of her nectar.

I could feel Laila's knees weaken when I penetrated her with the toy, and her fingers on my head clench when I twisted the toy around inside her, over and over again until it was well lubed with her now flowing pussy juices. I then removed it, and she whimpered, then puffed that wonderful sigh I love to hear when I inserted one of the two purple phalli into her ass, and the other, longer, thicker one into her glistening pussy at the same time.

She squatted a little to make it easier for me to push the curved contraption into her. Under her skirt, I watched her groin wiggle around on the device, then heard her stifle a moan when I turned it on.

The toy vibrated for an instant, making her knees twitch again, adding more of her weight to my head for a moment. I reached up to retrieve her panties from my shoulder. Then I helped her step into them just liked I had earlier, watching from under her skirt as the soft cloth and attached absorbent pad made the pink curve of plastic penetrating her pussy and ass disappear.

While still on my knees, savoring the musk of her sexual excitement, I pulled out my phone, quickly downloaded the app, and then paired my phone with my lover's remote control climax inducer. I tested its operation to my and Laila's satisfaction. Standing up to see her pleasured face cringing silently as my phone buzzed her clit.

I looked over to check on dad; the toy was still in his hand, but his head was bulging the top of Rose's skirt, and based on the look on Rose's face, dad was enjoying a pre-dinner snack, replicating what I had done to Laila back at the house.

"Afternoon Delight" by the Starland Vocal Band popped into my head. Mentally skipping the guitar intro and simply jumped to the chorus;

Thinkin' of you's workin' up my appetite

Looking forward to a little afternoon delight

Rubbin' sticks and stones together makes the sparks ingite

And the thought of lovin' you is getting so exciting

Sky rockets in flight

Afternoon delight... Afternoon delight

Laila's impatience to test her new toy pulled me from my daydream musical. Then it took both of us to separate dad from Rose's flower. After he stopped grumbling, he took his time doing the same to Rose that I did to Laila, merging the device with Rose's sex. While dad was on his knees, working Rose's gift into her, I checked the various security mirrors in the store to see if anyone was watching the four of us.

We did have a distant audience, the owner and their lone salesperson behind the counter, both watching the four of us. Their expressions were more aligned with seeing satisfied customers than looking like leering or lustful voyeurs.

Dad finally stood up as Rose exhaled and straightened her long skirt. He then pushed his phone at me, directing, "Get this setup, and I'll pay for their stuff."

Dad snatched the articles of clothing from my shoulder and walked back toward the sales counter. I did as directed, setting up his phone as Rose and Laila watched me.

Rose offered a knowing and motherly smirk when I thoughtlessly reached under her skirt to feel around between her legs and turn on the device. Rose's entire body clenched, and she giggled during the brief power-up sequence, leaving a glowing anticipatory look in Rose's eyes as she waited for and watched me pair dad's phone to her sex toy.

After a brief, cock hardening yipe when I tested the connection. I then passed dad's phone to Rose, directing, "Take this to your husband... give him control of your sex just like your daughter gave me control of hers."

"God," Rose puffed, "You sound so much like your father sometimes; it's hard to tell you two apart."

I accepted Rose's complement for what it was, then turned back to Laila, smirking and winking at her devilishly just before I sent her clit a pulse from my phone.

I loved the smile on Laila's face when I made her flench without touching her. Next, I tested the settings and found a mode that induced a constant, mild hum into her cunt and ass, but not her clit. I then followed her occasionally quivering or staggering body toward the counter, watching and savoring the struggle she had to put one foot in front of the other as she crossed the store.

Maybe my new sense of freedom had opened my previously closed mind to new ideas, which is why a completely off-the-wall tune, Fred Astair and Mickey Rooney, crooning, "Put one foot in front of the other," began to play between my ears.

Put one foot in front of the other

And soon you'll be walking cross the floor

Put one foot in front of the other

And soon you'll be walking out the door

The mischievous pervert I was changing the refrain to;

Put one foot in front of the other

And soon you'll be cumming all over the floor

Put one foot in front of the other

And soon you'll be on your knees sucking my cock and begging for more

When my unsteady Laila completed her drunken journey to the counter, we found Rose with her hands clamped to the corner edges of the display case, silently swallowing her repeated orgasms as dad smirked behind her.

His focus was more on the owner and the salesperson watching Rose climaxing than he was watching Rose's body clench and tremble, her muscle contractions vibrating the glass doors on the backside of the display counter.

"Assume the position, my pet," I directed at Laila, nodding toward Rose.

The mixture of concern and anticipation on Laila's face was a priceless moment I hope never to forget. But, she, being my submissive and once again revalidating that I owned her sex, complied.

Her pinky finger intertwined with Rose's on the glass counter, and she settled onto a position with her slightly open legs. Laila pushed out her backside as if I were about to penetrate her, an unnecessary stance as my remote-controlled dildo was already fully inserted into her cunt and her ass (and kissing her clit).

I moved closer to dad, bro-bumping shoulders before demonstrating the app's various features on our phones. When I turned up the clit stimulator on Laila, she inhaled deeply, then cursed, "FUCK!" loudly at the salesperson when I engaged the rolling pulsations inside her vagina.

I motioned across my phone's display, quietly suggesting to dad, "Try this and this at the same time, but not all the way; keep it around 50 percent."

My intuitive technology skills and my intimate knowledge of Laila's insides suggested my next experiment. My theory proved correct; by engaging both the anal and vagina rolling massage at just the right speed, both Rose and Laila climax simultaneously; and intensely. Both women dropped their heads to the glass counter, followed by a gonging thump. And, both clenched their backs when the internal massagers rolled over their secret buttons. Rose's longer skirt hid the top of her legs, but Laila's mini-skirt clearly showed her thighs were quivering.

I backed off my controls before Laila passed out from holding her breath, suggesting to dad, "We should save that for as a special reward."

"Yeah," he voiced distantly, experimenting with the controls and staring at Rose's still trembling body, studying her reactions as he demanded more than asked, "More batteries."

Both the owner and the salesperson chuckled, then complied. The salesperson retrieved, then added the empty boxes dad and I had left behind in the undergarment section of the store to the large bag on the counter. The manager dropped an even number of batteries into the bag, the bras already inside absorbing the expected thumps. Dad grumbled his disappointment when he had to surrender his control of Rose's sex to pay the bill.

Rose panted, still using the counter to keep her from falling from the top of her trembling legs, puffing, "Laila... do you have any more feminine pads?"

"When I'm with Ray," Laila cooed, her flushed face smiling at me as she confirmed, "I always have extras."

"Ladies' room," Rose puffed after fighting to lift her head, her red face and glossy eyes glaring at the owner until they pointed the way.

Laila reached into the bag, grabbing the two bras, making the free batteries sound off against the glass counter under the thin plastic bag. She then helped her mother toward the non-public restroom.

Dad and I both left our lovers with knee-weakening parting shots before we thanked the owner and the salesperson. Both of us stopping several times during our exit to the car, reviewing and sharing newly discovered features of the climax management tool on our phones.

-- Iron Man --

In fairness to dad, the ladies' orgasmic insertions remained unused during the drive from Scorpio's Secrets to the waterfront restaurant. Rose clung to dad's arm after he almost made her drop to her knees on the boardwalk as we approached the restaurant.

Laila clung to me, cooing what she felt as I remotely teased her sex, or she licked my ear as she shared the perverted things she wanted to do to her brother after each of her remotely induced orgasms.

Everything about the four of us appearing prim and proper when we passed through the restaurant's foyer, then waited our turn for a table. No one around us suspecting Rose and Laila had remote control vibrators in their cunts and asses with clit stimulators kissing their magic buttons or that we were a family and not two couples double-dating.

As with most upscale restaurants, the atmosphere was dim but not dark. Stomach gurgling aromas of flamed meat hung around the waiting area, encouraging all the unseated guests the meal would be worth the wait.

I always question the sanity of those that programmed background music and despised those who willingly participated in the desecration of former rock anthems. It took me a moment to realize my ears were hearing and rejecting "Iron Man" by Black Sabbath wafting through the overhead speakers, with second and third-chair violins substituting for guitars. The chalkboard-like cat screams vibrating my spine almost canceled out the enticing smoky flavors condensing into saliva in my mouth.

Fortunately, Laila distracted me when she leaned over and whispered, "Do me... now... just a quickie... please."

I turned to her, the screeching violins continuing to stab Black Sabbath fans in the back as I posed an appropriate question to my submissive lover, "Did you hear the one about the masochist and the sadist? She kept begging, hit me, hit me, and he responded with a long slow, torturous, Noooo."

"Awww," Laila pouted, slapping my thigh, almost replying when the drink-holder and pager in dad's shirt pocket started buzzing and blinking, apparently to the relief of a closed-eyed, unbreathing, red-faced Rose.

I won't bore you with the conversation we had with the waiter or who ordered what meal; the entertainment resumed when dad and I extracted our phones from our pockets after our meal selections were captured and sent to the kitchen.

Laila's face glowed with eager anticipation, whereas Rose simply flattened her hands on the table and gripped the edge preparing for the worst.

I started Laila off slow, gently teasing her clit, which was enough to straighten her back and push out her chest. Her bulging breast confirming Laila had switched to her new nipple-free bosom lifter when she escorted Rose to Scorpio's Secrets' ladies room. I could see her two chocolate morsels resting behind her supported breasts, but they were not nearly as inflamed as I hoped they'd be.

Dad did the same to Rose I had done to Laila The daughter's mother simply tightened her fingers and closed her eyes, also taking a shallow, deep breath, then pulsating it slowly through her nose when dad backed off. If Rose's nipples were hardening, I couldn't tell as she wore the same bra she had when we left the house.

After that first test, Rose smiled at dad, and Laila grinned wildly at me.

I turned on the vibrator in Laila's butt, and her eyes remained locked on mine as I saw her top half reflect the dance her lower half was doing under the edge of the table. Next, I activated the vibrations in her vagina, which made her body freeze then shiver. Laila sucked in a breath, then puffed it out her nose in spurts like she was giving birth, each forced exhale shorter and less powerful until her lungs gasped loudly, refilling themselves.

This time, Laila's nipples were nice and hard and straining to escape captivity behind her top. Both morsels and the saucers they were served on clearly visible or outlined under her tight top. The cartoon character's fist appearing to grab and squeeze her areola, making her nipple bulge in its gloved hand.

I looked over a Rose; her hand had released the table's edge and now held up the side of her head. Her eyes closed, and her face was stern, concentrating on not displaying what dad was doing to her under her skirt with his phone.

Rose twitched, her chest pulling at the buttons as she controlled her deep breathing, flenching now and then as if someone was tickling her side. She continued to hold her eyes closed, staring at the lightless view of the inside of her skull as dad slid the controls on his phone higher and higher.

I could almost hear the toy inside her humming on the booth seat when Rose's head dropped forward, and her chest movements became rapid and thready. Then the fingers on her other hand, the one resting on the tabletop, stood up, firm and ridged before dancing like wiggling tentacles.

I returned my attention to Laila, unable to not smirk as a flash of disappointment washed over her face when I dialed back her pleasure. Then I felt the depraved sneer on my face when I activated both rolling massagers simultaneously.

The part of Laila's chest I could see flashed red, and the blush crawled up her neck and her tan face washed out. Then, Laila's eyes snapped shut, and her neck muscles clenched, veins bulging. I made her stay like that, not changing the setting on my phone as I wirelessly forced my lover to endure an intense instant orgasm silently next to her mother in a public restaurant.

"Fuck," Laila hissed, trying and failing to curse silently when I finally turned off her pleasurable torture, "You made my nipples itch," she complained, sporting a massive grin on her face. My face responded to hers, with a grin that was just as depraved, watching her index finger's nail scrape the dark circle around one of her erect and erotically inflamed nipples.

While admiring my lover having to soothe her tingling tit from my actions, I heard a very familiar, long hissing, whispered, "Shitttt," from Rose as she pushed herself back, pressing her shoulders to the top of the booth's bench seat.

Both women were breathing heavily through their noses, their eyes staring lovingly at dad and me. The stress of secret public pleasure still fading from their faces when the waiter arrived with our food.

Our waiter was either experienced enough to ignore or simply didn't notice the flushes fading from both Rose and Laila as he delivered their plates, and dad and I put away our phones.

After the waiter departed with instructions to bring various condiments and to refill our drinks, Rose looked at dad when he reached for his phone again, insisting, "No... not while we're eating."

"Oh," he challenged and countered, not only pulling out his phone, aiming at Rose, almost ready to push a button or a slider, as he confirmed, "Especially while we're eating."

"Dad," I interjected, nudging his arm with my arm, pointing out one of the features of the app I found earlier.

"Perfect," he smiled, he and me tapping the buttons on our phone at the same.

"What did you two do?" Laila cautiously and excitedly insisted.

"There's a random option," I replied, resting my phone face down on the table, "This way, dad and I get to enjoy a rare and special show while we eat."

"I am fucking you so hard tonight," Laila whispered loudly at me, stopping herself mid-sentence to murmur a curse-word-laden expression of forced gratification as the first random injection of orgasmic pleasure hit her.

"Hey," I replied to dad, ignoring Laila's veiled threat, "Speaking of random, we were going to toss a coin to see who shared our beds tonight."

"About that," dad replied, cutting into and checking the doneness of his steak, "If you don't mind, I'd like some father-daughter time." Then, looking across the table at Laila, waiting until she could focus on his words as he professed, "I've wanted to be with you... just you and me, long before we all got together this morning... ever since I've known you were mine."

Laila's glowing face turned to look at me, reaching across the table to cover my hand, whispering her plea, "Can I Ray? Can I sleep with dad tonight... Please..."

I nodded, granting my permission as I countered, "Only if you promise to tell me everything you two do together and teach me anything new he shows you."

"The same for you and mom," Liala replied, her body suddenly stiffing, turning as ridged as steel as her hand began to crush mine and her eyes rolled up into her half-closed eyelids.

"Fuck," she hissed quietly when the moment passed. Then, after a moment of forgetful breathing, she released my hand from her death grip. My sister/lover sat back, and, as her mother had earlier, Laila leaned her shoulders against the top of the bench seat, her eyes slightly glazed over as she suggested, "This is going to be the best meal I've ever had."

Rose's unexpected climax was not quite so subdued; her breathing jumped from normal to fast and rapid without warning. Her jaw locked, clenching the bite of food in her mouth, resting her elbow on the table as she pressed her head to her clenched fist again, this time reminding me of Rodin's famous bronze sculpture.

Rose's head, neck, shoulder, and breasts shivered or quivered twice before her orgasm faded. She then inhaled a slow deep breath, but the following exhale seemed fast and staggered as a second climax hit her, just as unexpectedly as the first.

"Oh god," she whimpered, her pleading eyes aimed at dad. Her face flushed bright red as if she were passing a massive BM, then glowed pure pleasure for a moment as her eyes remained locked on dad. Then her hand re-grasped the edge of the table as the third climax hit her. Holding on for dear life as the randomly induced forced public orgasm made Rose look like she was riding a roller coaster.

"You're going to owe me for this," Rose commanded as her up and down, and all-around orgasm experience faded, her face blushing with embarrassment more than passion.

I don't know when, where, or how," Rose sounding like a gypsy cursing dad as she commanded, "but I'm going to get you back for what you're making me do for you."

"No, you're not," dad replied calmly, "Because I know you're enjoying what's happening as much as I am."

Sounding more dominant and more vulnerable than I've ever heard him, dad shared a part of himself with all of us I never thought he would or could. His eyes were beaming a message of love at Rose that I hoped my eyes made just as clear when I looked at Laila as he said, "I know you love it when I make you feel the way this thing does. And you know I love watching you when I can make you climax; over and over again."

Pausing for a moment, not breaking eye contact, even as he reminded his twenty years younger wife, waving his phone at Rose, almost angrily, "This gives me hope that I will be able to give you the kind of sexual affection you want, that you need... that I want to give you over and over again... even after I can't."

Rose's eyes started to water, and I wasn't sure if it was from her emotions boiling up from her husband's confession or her fighting another spontaneous climax eating at her body from the inside.

"Think of it as a public display of intimate affection you two can share anytime, anywhere," I offered. Rose nodded, still holding back whatever was glossing her eyes. I continued to study Rose's pained expression, seeing my other half-sister's love for dad in a new light and hearing Laila in my head, once again apologizing for the pain my love for her caused me.

I was also feeling dad's no longer repressed fear and sympathizing with him and the future we all potentially faced... the desire to demonstrate our love for our lovers, long after our bodies no longer could.

Rose started to shake her head, denying dad's version of the truth, but I'm not sure what she was rejecting. Dad's vision of their future or that she didn't enjoy what was clear she had enjoyed.

Or, maybe she was unwilling to accept she had enjoyed publicly displaying her sexual affection for her husband. After all, Rose grew up learning to share her love through sex with her family; in secret. Not in front of non-family, as her husband just forced to do with modern technology.

I contemplated the paradigm and cultural shift Rose was struggling to adapt to when Laila aimed a clear message at me, "Ray, you're going to do this to me over and over again. As often as you want... whenever and wherever you want. Someplace where as many people as possible can see what you do to your sister... and how you own more than my sex... you own my heart."

That perverse and slightly insane Jokerique grin I enjoyed making manifest flashed across Laila's face just before she shoved a fork full of food into her mouth, hoping to eat something before the next random climax hit her.

That's when I agreed with Laila; this would be the best family dinner I ever had.

There was also a testosterone-fueled and masculinity-based masochistic bond, forming or strengthening, between dad and me. Not just because of his public confession, there was also a subtle yet shared set of sexually dominant traits he and I seemed to have in common. A desire to own and control one's lover's sex is a personal perversion that a son does not normally share with their father... especially in a public setting.

What existed of that bond grew stronger, at least in my mind, as dad and I watched Rose and Laila, our shared sex pets, sporadically clinch, flinch, or simply close their eyes and pause as their bodies conspired against them while the four of us shared a meal in public.

Laila embraced her climaxes, doing her best to lock eyes with me whenever she could so we could share her automated pleasure. Rose would attempt to hide her climaxes behind her hand resting on her forehead or sank lower into her seat when her breathing became too fast or when she verged on the edge of screaming. Sometimes wiggling her hips on and around the penetrations stimulating her sex. Usually, with only a single eye visible behind her defensive hand, she too stared at her lover. Looking at dad with the same loving expression that Laila aimed at me, just more subdued and far more mature, and somehow more meaningful and intense after dad's unexpected revelation.

I will admit, it was incredibly erotic to see Rose's and Laila's hands pause in mid-air, clenching their trembling forks as they had to focus and concentrate on not flinging the food on their utensil across the restaurant when a climax came upon them. Or how their eyes would close, and their mouths stopped chewing, or their jaws clenched around food in their mouths, grinding their teeth as dad and I watched them silently endure orgasm after orgasm.

My focus was mostly on Laila and occasionally Rose, and never really on my food. I noticed that just before one of Laila's surprise orgasms manifested, her nipples ballooned, straining to be freed from her top, pushing, pulling, and almost exploding through the cloth barrier.

Even as a puberty-infected young man, I was fascinated by women's nipples trying to escape their textile tormentors. Now, with Laila's new nipple-free bras, I was guaranteed visual access to her fabric hidden perk morsels whenever we were out in public together, especially when I had her wired to cum on command.

"Awww..." Laila moaned just when her nipples started to once again advance against the fabric holding them back, "I think my battery just died."

-- Dessert --

"God," Rose muttered, "I hope mine does soon," Panting as she descended from her lastest peak. "I'd at least like to enjoy my dessert."

"I thought I was your dessert," I joked.

"Oh," Rose cooed at me, "You're not dessert... you're going to be my guilty pleasure... son," referring to me with a moniker she had never used before. She then clenched her fingers around the table's edge again, biting her lower lip seductively and cringing a little as she aimed her next unexpected orgasm at me.

She then suddenly relaxed, "Thank god," she puffed, "I think that did it... mine just died too... oh... but that last one was good." Then, turning to glow her satisfaction at dad as she said, "Well, I guess I got to go out with a bang."

Rose inhaled a deep satisfied, relaxing lungful of air, then released it as a sigh aimed at dad, "Thank you for loving me as you do," parroting one of the phrases Laila often directs at me.

"That was better than I expected and worse in some ways," Rose offered casually, looking around the restaurant cautiously, "Sharing my love with my family at home is one thing, but I'm not sure I want to do this again... not in public."

"I do," Laila instantly countered, "How about we change batteries and take a nice long walk around the shops along the wharf?" Then quietly asking me, "Wanna fuck me at the end of the pier, or how about on one of those water taxies?" Laila grinned, "There's enough room on one of those for all four of us."

"I wanna fuck you right now," I replied honestly and intentionally under cover of the restaurant's background noise, "But, I'm not sure I can stand up at the moment."

"Me neither," dad laughed, bro-fully bumping my shoulder with his.

Laila's confused expression quickly transformed into an 'A-ha' moment, her eyes smiling at me as she intentionally pushed her unsued spoon off the edge of the table.

"Darn," Rose chuckled right after Laila's spoon rung when it hit the floor, "I dropped mine too," followed by a second spoon ringing its intersection with the painted concrete floor beneath our feet. Two pairs of smirking eyes and a matching pair of hungry lips followed the two lost spoons under the table.

I looked around to make sure no one saw where our lovers disappeared to, but dad, calmly and in a seemingly well-practiced and very discrete maneuver, unzipped his pants under the table. Then, he freed his pre-cum greased, fully erect, and ready penis, releasing his member when Rose's fingers replaced his around his shaft.

Not as experienced as my father, Laila's hunger and my fumbling hands conflicted with each other. Still, we eventually freed my equally eager erection; then, she started soothing my swollen member and worked to release the pressure in my fully recharged and refilled testicles.

I heard dad inhale slow and deeply just before Laila's mouth found and kissed the head of my cock under the table. My reaction was more of a repressed gasp than a manly-sounding post-meal exhale like his expression of personal sexual comfort was.

Laila knew just how to get me to cum quickly with her mouth and tongue, but she didn't. Instead, in what I assumed was an intentional effort to inflict a sampling of the public torture I had done to her, she took her time. Deliberately not milking my cum out of my cock as fast as I know she could, but instead, extracted pulsation after pulsation of cock throbbing and shaft stiffing pre-cum; in a wonderfully excruciating way.

Then the waiter returned.

Comfortably conversing with us during his standard post-meal table cleanup effort and desert dissertation. Dad responded as if everything were normal and above board when everything below the table would never be allowed on TV, let alone in a public restaurant.

I struggled to manage my breathing, simply nodding to dad's dessert selection, fighting to keep my appearance as normal and casual as possible, and feeling like I was failing.

Almost as if the waiter knew what our lovers were doing and where they were doing it, the waiter cleared the last of our plates and utensils, adding a knowing snark before he departed, "I'll bring out your desert when your dates are ready... I'm sure they won't be gone for very long."

"Thank you," dad replied, sliding his hips down a little lower and himself a little further under the table.

That's when I felt a change. Laila stopped what she was doing, and she pushed and shoved my legs around as if she were repositioning herself to get a better angle before I finally felt her mouth re-acquire her target; my cock.

Dad turned to look at me when he started to cum, smirking and proudly grinning as he huffed his ejaculation in and out of his nose and into Rose's mouth.

Learning from the experienced dad hoped to pass on to his son, I tried to do the same. First, relaxing, then releasing the overpressurized flood of cum in my balls. I also focused on breathing in and out of my nose as I let my penis squirt and squirt and squirt some more into Laila's mouth under the table.

I could feel her tongue, cheeks, and the back of her throat matching my expulsions, swallowing, exhaling, inhaling, tongue excavating for more, then swallowing again. She took everything I had to give, silently, no gurgling or slurping before sucking any extra she could get out of my penis.

Not stopping, continuing her efforts after my micro-thrusts ceased, using her tongue to abuse my post-climax hypersensitive head. Then, resuming her previous retribution, trying to get a few more drops out of my pressure release balls and making me twitch for no visible reason above the table line.

I was nowhere near as cool and smooth as my father receiving a secret blowjob from my lover in a public restaurant. My body jerked and twitched, as did my arm on the table; I even felt my face flush for a moment. Even more so when Laila's hand squeezed my cock as tight as she ever had, suckling on the head of my cock as if she were trying to get the last little bit out of an empty toothpaste tube.

Then my torture stopped. Laila held the bottom of my inseam as I looked around the restaurant, blindly resetting my penis in my underwear, protecting my manhood from the teeth of my zipper when I quietly zipped up.

"Found it," I heard from under my side of the table, just before Rose's smiling and proud face appeared. Occupying Laila's former place across from me. Then Laila's head popped up on the other side of the table, casually slipping into the seat across from dad, holding up a spoon as she declared, "Found mine too."

I stared at Rose, then turned my attention to Laila, silently wiping the side of my mouth with my finger. Eventually, after displaying a briefly confused expression, Laila reached up to her face to wipe the small bubble of dad's cum from the edge of her lips into her mouth.

"That was yummy," Laila declared, "What's next on the menu?"

"Tripple chocolate cheesecake," Dad replied, "Then you're going to feed me my second dessert when we get home, young lady."

"All you can eat, Daddy," Laila replied, intentionally child-like and innocent-sounding... once again, trying and succeeding to push dad's secret button before she had him naked and in bed.

"What about you, Ray?" Rose seduced, "What would you like from me when we get home?"

"Only what seems natural for our family," I replied honestly, turning my gaze from Laila's child-like excitement aimed at dad to Rose's mature and maternal eyes directing silent sinful and immoral thoughts of incest at me.

My eyes locked on my mother's eyes on Rose's face as I parroted the words Rose said to me the day before, "Sisters making love to their brothers and fathers loving their daughters and mothers making love to their sons."