LUST AND LOVE IN A CORONAVIRUS WORLD

I'm absolutely certain that you've all noticed how boring life has become, now that we're all 'locked-in' or otherwise confined to our homes, but while we've been deprived of the opportunity of mixing with other people, it's actually encouraged interactions within the families.

Well, that's how it is here in my little corner of Britain -- but fortunately we're an entire family locked into one house and just as fortunately we all get on well together. At least, we've been locked-down for over a week now and no-one's attacked any other family member -- yet! We've had some wonderful evenings when we've all just sat around and had a few drinks and talked but while those gatherings help bring us together, the need for some sex can't so easily be solved. Some good energetic masturbation in the privacy of our rooms does help but it isn't the same as a good fuck, is it? Of course our parents could simply retire to their marital bed and fuck all night if they chose to, but Becky and I don't have that luxury and even inside the first week we've begun to feel the need for release with no hope of entertaining boyfriends or girlfriends. Sure, we could try to nip out and meet friends at night but my parents have security cameras all around the house so that would be doomed to failure very quickly.

Most certainly I've had that urgent desire for a fuck and I'm sure that Becky has suffered too -- she's no virgin either so her needs are probably as great as mine.

Oh, thinking of sex and of our parents, they seem to have become a lot less concerned about the privacy of such matters because they seem to be making more noise when they fuck at night and both of them have been spotted naked as they move between the bathroom and bedroom, which doesn't usually happen. Perhaps it's just that I've noticed it more as my frustration has grown -- or perhaps I'm beginning to lust after my mother -- I certainly could do. She's bloody gorgeous to be honest and certainly doesn't look her age. Becky also confided in me that she thinks that Dad looks sexy, so it's affecting both of us...

Becky and I -- Becky's 21 and I'm near enough two years older, are still at home by default -- neither of us has yet ventured out to set up our own homes. I guess it comes down to the parental home being cheaper and more comfortable than anything either of us would care to afford and the added fact that our parents haven't even tried to kick us out. We could afford to move out because we're not entirely destitute -- Becky and I had been left with a handy inheritance from Mum's parents when they died, as had Mum and Dad of course, but why should we? We could both afford to rent but there's no place like home, is there?

Our parents are well and truly together and have been for some 27 years now and fortunately this virus hasn't ruined their lives. They both work from home; Dad has his own business and a fairly successful one at that, doing something with designing (it's too complex for me to bother to know more) while Mum's been working from home as a writer for some newspaper and is also the author of several excellently erotic novels.

Once Mum's parents died and left them their nest egg, rather than move or take over rooms in the house, (which feels crowded enough as it is) Dad bought a small cabin that's now situated not far from our back door and inside he's created two high-tech work-rooms so that both he and Mum can have some peace, privacy and comfort. They both tend to lock themselves away for hours when they're busy although we can still reach them via an intercom that Dad set up but we do our best to leave them alone.

Becky and I have both recently finished at uni but whatever plans we had for the future have been put on hold while this virus thing is happening -- but neither of us are panicking yet -- apart from the missing social side, it's actually quite nice (so far) to be able to relax and not have to study or work.

We also have a big garden so we're not completely cooped up in the house -- there's room for us all to spread our legs somewhat. Actually those words lead me straight back to my earlier subject -- sex or the lack of it.

The spreading of legs seems to have become something of a habit for my sister and while I've no complaints really, her habits have been causing me a few problems because deprived of other female pleasures she's making me more and more horny and frustrated and that's pretty well where this story really begins.

It came to a head the other day when I came back indoors after washing my car -- how often can you wash a car before it's seen as obsessive compulsive behaviour -- and she was there in the lounge, reclining in an armchair as she watched something on TV in her t-shirt and little shorts with her long sleek legs spread right out. More than that, I swear that I caught her quickly pulling her hand from inside her shorts even though she gave me such a totally innocent look. Whatever, it caused me to retreat quickly to my bedroom to allow things to calm down again...

It was while I was unwinding in my room that I began browsing the internet and almost immediately I stumbled on an article in a somewhat edgy site, that suggested that we'd soon be seeing more cases of incest -- and that got me thinking. It certainly made sense and at that moment I also began to wonder exactly why my sister was being so blatant in her actions. Perhaps she was already considering incest -- perhaps her frustrations had grown so that no male was safe?

Such ideas immediately stirred my penis and in seconds I was rock hard again because despite the stigma of incest, the very idea excited me -- especially incest with Becky. With her looks and her sexy body she'd make an ideal partner and already I could imagine sinking my rigid cock into her hot and almost certainly very sexy pussy. As a horny young man any thoughts of sex did that to be honest, but with a pretty sister and, for that matter, an equally gorgeous mum I was just cannon fodder for the situation.

Quickly opening a good porn site I lowered my shorts and took my seven inches of stiff oozing cock in my hand and it took all of three minutes before I was spraying cum up the bed, having forgotten to get a towel ready. I used my t-shirt to clean up the mess and chucked it in the laundry bin then found another one to wear before venturing out of my room again.

Our parents were ensconced in their office and Becky was still there with her legs stretched out as she watched TV and as I arrived I spotted her swiftly stuffing something under a cushion before she resumed her innocent concentration on the TV.

"What's on?" I asked as I slumped into the other armchair, "Anything good?"

"Nah, it's one of those reality shows -- it's a pre-recorded one but its ok," she answered, dragging her eyes from the TV to look at me, "Why, what did you want to watch?"

"Nothing really," I said as I shook my head, "I'm just bored -- just need something to do, that's what."

"Huh -- don't I know it," she said with a wry grin, "Can't see my friends; can't go out at night."

"Can't get any sex then?" I asked, aiming to simply add to the conversation rather than be provocative, "Can't get laid, eh?"

"Fuckin' right!" she answered quickly, "Not that I was liable to get much -- I think that Bob and I were about to split up anyway."

"Oh that's tough," I said, "Bet that hurts -- you've been together for over a year, haven't you?"

"Yeah but the last few months just weren't the same," she said, her mouth forming unspoken words, "We were kind of, you know, losing touch and now with this virus... Oh, fuck it; I haven't had any fun for ages."

"So what now?" I asked, "I mean, you can't go out and look for another guy, can you, so that just leaves cyber-sex or DIY stuff -- you know what I mean."

I made hand gestures to indicate jerking off and Becky nodded.

"Huh!" she grunted, "Not a whole lot of fun in that is there? It's just plain fucking frustrating!"

"Know the feeling," I added, "What with studying for my finals and then feeling exhausted afterwards I haven't done anything for several months either."

"Oh yeah, you said you don't have a girlfriend right now, do you?" asked Becky, "Bet it's tough for you too."

I nodded then stood up and headed towards the kitchen.

"I'm going to get a drink -- anything you want?" I asked and Becky put her thumb up.

"Yeah, a big glass of wine would go down perfectly," she answered and I knew which wine she preferred.

Our parents were fine with us drinking in moderation and since Becky and I were both financially sound, we'd agreed to pay a modest sum each month towards our keep which allowed us the right to make use of our stock of booze. Becky liked a smooth, sweetish table wine while I generally preferred lager. I filled a glass for her and fetched a can from the fridge then returned to the lounge and handed Becky her glass.

"Thanks Chris," she said, smiling broadly, "You're brilliant you know, you always think of me."

No way did I dare to tell her just how I'd been thinking of her recently but instead I smiled brightly back and then set to downing my lager but having emptied my can I suddenly felt braver. I don't think it was the alcohol so presumably it was my cock thinking for me.

"So, how do you intend to make yourself feel better?" I asked, hardly expecting a polite reply.

"I need to find a man, don't I," she answered tersely, "Because I'm fucked if I'm going to put up with my vibrator!"

"Yeah, but apart from Dad there's only me here," I added, my heart already pounding, "So now what?"

Becky's smile said a million words -- it was wry and yet sexy; firm and yet warm but it was her eyes that said the most! They sparkled with a naughty gleam that I'd never seen before.

"Fancy some fun then?" she asked, her hips moving around as she spoke, "You said you're just as horny as me, so why not?"

"What -- really!" I gasped, "Me -- with you?"

Despite my erotic thoughts, reality was entirely shocking but then Becky leaned towards me so she could whisper.

"Don't say a word but you already know I really fancy Dad," she said quietly, "He's so manly and kind of super-sexy but then again he's not really available."

"Aren't I manly and sexy then?" I asked feeling somewhat underrated.

"Well yeah you are actually," she added more loudly having sat back in her chair, "Sort of a chip off the old block, aren't you? But it's Dad who I've spotted looking at me -- you know, with that "I want you" look."

"Yeah, but he's not liable to jump into bed with you, is he?" I offered, "Especially when he can do that with Mum."

"Are you then?" asked Becky quickly, keeping the sexual theme going, "I know you've given me that look as well sometimes, haven't you?"

I nodded, rather unintentionally and Becky spotted the slight movement.

"See, you guys are all the same really!" she said, "But like I said, the difference is that you're available whereas Dad isn't. Anyway, don't change the subject -- do you want to try?"

I could feel my penis growing quickly now, after it had initially shrunk away; stiffening suddenly as lust overcame me and suddenly I knew that I could do it!

"Yeah, where?" I asked, "Your room or mine?"

"Let's go to yours," she said as she stood up, flattening the non-existent creases in her little shorts.

My room was right down the end of the house which in theory would give us the most warning of anyone approaching but briefly she interrupted her plans as she reached over into her chair and pulled out the item she'd stuffed behind the cushion then she was back. It was her bra, which she now held in one hand. She leaned over me as she reached for my hand and as she did so her loose top flopped forward to reveal almost all of her breasts to me, right down to her nipples. She wasn't heavily endowed but her perky breasts together with the idea of incest, were more than enough to convince me.

"Come on then," she said as she pulled my hand, "Quick -- while I'm in the mood."

With the sight of her breasts stirring me immediately I was quickly on my feet, leading the way to my room with Becky right behind me; so close in fact that I kept feeling her breasts pressing against me. I just couldn't believe that this was my sister, encouraging us to perform something very illegal -- this just wasn't the sister I'd known all my life.

Quickly we were there, locking the door behind us, then I kind of stood there not knowing what to do next, but Becky threw her bra onto the chair and solved the problem.

"I want to try kissing you," she said as she moved closer and immediately I lifted my arms and enveloped her warm body.

"Why, don't you know how?" I asked, somewhat out of my depths from the way Becky was so forthcoming -- then I narrowly dodged a sudden swipe of her hand.

"Course I do," she hissed back, "But you're my brother and this is very different, isn't it?"

A moment later and our lips met rather suddenly and we both pulled apart before we closed in again and this time our lips were soft, wet and loving. I felt her tongue sliding into my mouth so I returned the compliment and as our tongues intertwined I felt Becky's body squirming against me. Her wonderful breasts pressed hard against me; then I felt the heat of her pussy against the underside of my upright penis.

"Mmmmm!" hummed Becky deliciously as she squirmed around in my arms, "Oh Chris, I need this so much -- this is brilliant!"

"And I need you too," I managed to mutter before we smooched again and this time as we kissed Becky pushed against me so firmly that my knees gave way and we fell onto the bed with her on top of me.

"Oh fuck, I love it!" she sighed, her lips only just lifting from mine, "Oh Chris, this is going to be so much fun!"

As she spoke she wriggled out of her top and then before I'd even managed to enjoy the sight of her freed breasts they were pressing down onto my chest, her tiny nipples a firm presence. She squirmed deliciously, sliding her breasts over my chest as she pleasured herself and as she moved so I could feel the heat from her pussy against my cock again. Mind you, I'd had a hard-on ever since she first suggested getting together and now, as her weight pressed down on me, my rigid penis jerked beneath her, causing Becky's eyes to open widely.

"Ohhh fuck, I love it!" repeated Becky as she wriggled more enthusiastically, "This feels so fuckin' good!"

"Yeah, does, doesn't it," I replied as her naked nipples and pressing pussy continued to rouse me, "Mind if I take my t-shirt off?"

"Ohhh yeah, do that, and take your jeans off too," Becky answered quickly.

She supported herself on her knees and hands while I wriggled around beneath her, eventually managing to slide my jeans down, then kicked them off. Actually in my position it wasn't so easy to remove my t-shirt but Becky came to my aid and helped me -- and then I was crushed beneath her again but now I was only wearing my boxers.

"I can feel you so much better now," said Becky, her voice oozing softly, "You feel so damn good -- mind if I take my shorts off too?"

I nodded, unable to articulate any words and then Becky had her hand at her zip; then she was wriggling around to slip her shorts off, not that there was much to remove; then suddenly there was the smoothness of her bare thighs against mine.

"Ohhhh!" I sighed, the pleasure immense, "You feel so smooth and sexy!"

"Do I?" asked Becky, "You'd better find out more then, hadn't you!"

I took that to imply that I should use my hands and I brought them up to close over her back, feeling her shoulders squirming against me.

"Go down a bit -- work your way down," she added, "Quite a bit."

I slid my hands downwards, feeling the way her body changed as I reached her waist and there I paused, not sure of what to do next.

"Feel my bum!" she said as she jerked her pelvis against me, "Rub it -- squeeze it!"

Of course I'd slapped her arse occasionally as she'd passed me by but there had been little in the way of sexiness in my action, but now, as I let my hands wander over her cute little bum, it's shape clad only in some diaphanous knickers was nothing but sexy. My cock jerked violently the instant I first touched her arse and Becky definitely felt it pulsating.

"Ohhh, that's your hard-on, isn't it?" she asked as she slid her hand down between us and squeezed my bulge gently, "How big are you Chris?"

"Seven inches," I answered and at that I saw Becky's eyes open widely.

"Wowww!" she breathed excitedly, "Bob wasn't that big -- this is going to feel amazing!"

"We're definitely going to do it then, are we?" I asked, still incredulous about the way things were happening.

"Well yeah!" said Becky quickly, "We wouldn't be doing this if we weren't going to go all the way!"

With Becky now enamoured by my penis, her hips were in motion constantly, rolling and squirming around as she slid her pussy over my cock. My hands hardly had to move to explore her and she felt truly sexy as her arse slid under my hands. Every so often my fingers would slip under the hem of her knickers and I'd be able to feel her smooth, soft skin, right down to her cleft and with one extended slide of my hands I actually felt the damp heat of her pussy between her legs but I pulled away quickly, assuming that I might have gone too far.

Meanwhile however, Becky was totally absorbed in finding out about my cock, it seemed.

"Take your pants off," she said, her eyes sparkling, "Get naked Chris."

"What about you then?" I answered, feeling that if I had to strip then it was only right that she did too, but she was ready with her reply.

"Let me see what you've got first," she said, her eyes locked on my groin, "I mean, if I don't like what I see then you aren't seeing anything either!"

I knew that I looked good enough; that I was clean and trimmed and healthy so her comment came as a goad to my senses and I quickly lifted off the bed and pushed my underpants down. They caught briefly against my erection, then slid down past my knees while my penis, which was already oozing some precum, was exposed to her view in all his rigid glory.

"Geeez!" she hissed, "Fuck me Chris, that looks perfect!"

A moment later and her hand surrounded my shaft, her thumb quickly spreading the precum around as she pulled my foreskin back.

"Wow, he's so nice and thick!" she said as she looked up at my eyes for a moment, "Oh Chris -- it feels as if it's been ages since I last had a cock in my hand."

She was smiling now and her lips looked wet and inviting so I stretched my head up, hoping for a kiss and I wasn't disappointed. With a last lick of her lips she brought her head down onto mine and as our lips met, it felt as if a huge river of emotions was crossing between us, filling me with renewed desire and lust.

Our lips were tighter together now, more or less locked into a loving embrace while our tongues twisted together and just as I began to wonder how long it would go on, Becky lifted away. For an instant I felt disappointed but all Becky was doing was taking the next step and removing her skimpy knickers. For a few moments she squirmed above me as she slid them down her legs and off and then she was sitting astride me, her hot pussy placed right on my penis. I really thought that I'd cum there and then just from the sensation of her warm, slippery lips pressing onto me, never mind about when she moved because that would be a whole new ball game and although I managed to hold myself back, I knew that one slight movement would be enough to set me off! The feeling of her body against mine, her hot slippery pussy covering my shaft and her slightly prickly pubes pressing against mine was amazing. Then she leaned forward and kissed me which was simply mind-blowing; so much so that as I pressed back up against her it became too much for me.

"Ahhh, ahhh, oh fuck -- I'm cumming!" I gasped as I felt my penis pulsating in that moment before erupting, "Shit, here it cums!"

"Let it go Chris," said Becky soothingly, "Bit much for you, aren't I?"

I felt her press even more firmly against me as if she was feeling the pulsations as I blew string after string of cum up my belly and my imagination was proven right.

"That's lovely -- I can feel it shooting out," she said quietly, "Don't worry about it though -- I'm sure I can get you to cum again in a little while."

All was quiet for a few moments and then Becky leaned forward and kissed me, her lips hot and delicious.

"I bet you enjoyed that, didn't you?" she asked and I nodded quickly.

"I didn't mean to, you know, cum," I muttered, feeling very embarrassed, "It was just too exciting. I just couldn't stop."

"I told you, don't worry," answered Becky soothingly, her lips brushing over mine, "Anyway, we've only just started!"

She kissed me again, firmly and sexily then sat upright on me and looked down. My cum, having splattered up my abdomen and chest, was now it was plastered all over her body too with small strings hanging down and the occasional blob sticking where it was.

"Mmmm, I've got to find out what you taste like," she murmured quietly and with that she slid two fingers up her body gathering blobs of my cum together, then she lifted her hand to her face and slipped the fingers into her mouth.

"Mmmm, tasty, delicious in fact; now then," she said with a grin, "Where's your towel Chris?"

"Haven't got one -- you'll have to use my old t-shirt," I said as I handed it to her but as I did so I realised that it too was already cum-splattered from my earlier wank.

"Uhhhh -- what a mess!" Becky giggled as she turned the t-shirt around to find a dry part, "How often do you cum every day?"

"Two -- three -- sometimes four times," I answered, "All depends on how horny I feel and how much free time I get."

"Mmmmm, know the feeling, not enough free time," said Becky as she did her best to wipe our bodies clean, "That's enough -- don't want to waste any more time anyway. Mind you, it was a real pity to waste all that lovely cum."

While she'd been at work my cock had become a limp and deflated object of not much use to anyone but as soon as she'd finished cleaning up she grasped it firmly.

"Come on Chris, concentrate, we need to get this thing hard again!" she pleaded as she began to do her best to slide her hand up and down the floppy object, but nothing happened.

"Hmmm, better try something else then," she said and as she spoke she began sliding her body down one of my legs until her cleft rested on my foot.

By then her mouth was above my groin and in an instant I realised what her intentions were.

"You're not going to suck me, are you?" I asked incredulously.

I'd only ever had one blow-job in my life and it hadn't actually been much fun but this time, with Becky settling herself above me I could already feel pulses of energy flowing.

"Well yeah, of course I am!" she answered quickly, "Why, don't you want me to?"

She didn't give me enough time to answer because a few seconds later her warm soft mouth was around my knob and then, pausing only long enough to adjust her position again, Becky let my cock slide deeply into her mouth until she'd engulfed almost all of it.

"Wow -- ohhh fuck!" I gasped as my hips jerked in response to her actions, "Becky, that feel's amazing!"

"Mmmmm!" she agreed with a mouthful of cock, "Tastes pretty good too!"

Becky bobbed up and down several times before lifting her head and looking up at me.

"How am I doing?" she asked, "Seems to be working, doesn't it?"

I nodded quickly because it definitely was working but what was doing just as much for me was that I could feel Becky's pussy against my foot. She'd slid downwards until she was more or less astride one thigh and then I felt the weight of her pussy as it reached my foot. She moved her hips around somewhat until she actually began working my big toe into her pussy, sliding her sticky lips over and around it and I could feel her hips moving her pussy around to get the best feeling from my toes. The sensation was like nothing I'd ever experienced before and within seconds my cock was a rigid bar again but Becky continued to work me over until she was entirely satisfied. By that time I was again on the edge of blowing off once more but Becky seemed to be aware and now stopped her actions.

"That's better," said Becky as she lifted her head away again, "Is it going to stay that way?"

I nodded again because although her blow-job had been fairly short-lived, the sensations along with those she was creating with her pussy were more than enough to keep me hard for ages. In retrospect perhaps I should have said 'no' because once I'd acknowledged that I was good for a while Becky moved her pussy from my foot and slid up my body again until she was sitting on my upper thighs with my cock held upright just in front of her.

Becky paused as if she was examining my penis then looked up at me once again and at that moment I realised that things were about to become even more exciting.

"Ok, here goes -- you ready?" she asked and although I managed to nod my head, her question causing me to hold my breath in anticipation.

With my unspoken approval Becky lifted high above me and shuffled forward a bit and then, holding my cock in an upright position she wriggled around until I saw the blunt head of my penis pressing against her warm wet lips. She made a small adjustment to her posture and then, blowing a kiss towards me she sank downwards slowly and steadily as if savouring every tiny inch of my cock.

"Ohhhh fuck, this feels so good!" she hissed, her words coming through her pursed lips, "Don't you dare blow off just yet Chris."

She sank further down until her warm firm arse was resting on the tops of my thighs and my cock was embedded inside her to the roots.

"Oh my god!" I managed to say as I breathed for the first time, "I'm inside you!"

"Mmmm, and doesn't if feel good!" Becky said, her face now bright and happy, "Ohhh, this is what I needed."

I had to admit that she was right -- that the amazing warmth and comfort of some hot loving was the cure for all the ills of the moment and unintentionally I jerked my hips upwards, thrusting my cock deeper into her body.

"Ahhh, yeah, do that!" she said quickly, "Don't stop -- that was lovely!"

Quickly the pair of us began moving, our bodies coming together with increasing speed and urgency, my knob now seemingly pressing against her cervix with each thrust. Heat was now rising from our bodies too so that we were both becoming bathed in sweat. The strong scent of rutting bodies was also in the air around us but still the tempo and energy of our fucking seemed to increase until Becky paused and patted my chest, her lovely breasts rising and falling steadily.

"Come up on top of me," she said and as she spoke she lifted off me, quickly sliding down and rolling over beside me.

My sticky wet cock slapped down onto my belly as it fell from her pussy and then Becky was urging me to slide over to let her lie where I had been. It only took a moment and then I was clambering into place between her legs and eagerly sliding my penis back inside her once again.

"Yeahhhh, ohhh, that's better!" she gasped as I thrust back into her, "Like that, do it again -- and again!"

I did so, withdrawing almost entirely then slamming back into her and with each new insertion Becky gasped happily while her fingers raked my back in her ecstasy. I reached down between us and having found her clit I began rubbing my fingers all around it as I did all I could to excite her. Immediately I noticed that Becky's hips were thrusting back at me more energetically and that in turn seemed to encourage me until we were both slamming our bodies together in an orgy of eager fucking feedback that could only have one ending. It was Becky who peaked first as her body became increasingly jerky with her breathing now faster and her pussy now gripping me powerfully.

"Don't stop now Chris," she urged as her grip on me tightened, "You're making me cum!"

"Uhhh," I replied, my words failing as my physical efforts took all my strength, "Uhhh, yeah, yeah -- you're going to make me cum too!"

Words stopped entirely now as we both rode towards our orgasms until finally Becky began to climax; her body now convulsing violently, her hips heaving, her pussy squeezing and sucking at me, her mouth open and her legs now up around my hips, pulling me into her.

"Here it cums!" she cried and at that instant the excitement of the moment sent a shockwave of excitement all through my body.

"And me!" I managed to gasp, "You're making me cum!"

"Just do it!" she commanded as her legs continued to pull me ever closer to her, "I want to feel you squ... ahhhh, I can feel you!"

In an instant everything happened without our control as Becky's body thrashed around, pulling my spurting penis deeper and deeper into her hot hole and while I did my best to both pump my cum into her and also to try to extract myself. My options ran out in an instant and instead of trying to avoid cumming inside her there was now just one thing in mind -- to fill her up completely.

"Ohhh fuck!" I grunted as I continued spurting my load into her, "Ohh Becky, I'm cumming, cumming!"

"Don't stop -- don't stop!" Becky howled as she climaxed wildly, "Give me more -- more!"

At least another three pulses of cum blasted their way into her hole until I could feel the excess squeezing its way out of her to slide down past my balls and then I was done, exhausted, replete.

I managed to keep thrusting for a little while after I'd cum but that was all I could manage before I slumped down onto her, feeling the warmth of her breasts against my chest. I also succeeded in kissing her and she returned my kiss but we both needed to breathe more than kiss. I raised myself off her and was rewarded with a big smile but at that moment I felt her body eject my limp and useless cock so I rolled off her to slump onto the bed.

"Fuck," I gasped, "That was so good -- thanks Becky."

It wasn't much of a 'thank you' but it was the best I could manage right now and anyway Becky was more interested in mopping up spilt juices from between her legs. Sure, I'd enjoyed making love to a number of other girls in the past but somehow, adding together Becky's enthusiasm and the illicit nature of our coupling, this had been the fuck to beat them all. I really couldn't imagine anyone else being better than this.

"Was good, wasn't it?" said Becky with a rhetorical slant to her words, "Mind you, if you'd lasted longer then I'd have enjoyed it even more. You'll have to last longer next time, won't you?"

In truth I hadn't even thought that far ahead and had more or less assumed that this was to be a one-off event but her words, however scathing, were music to my ears. Somehow I'd assumed that I was just being used to soothe her itch but in retrospect it seemed inevitable that her itch would recur and that she'd need more pacifying in the weeks of our lockdown.

"We'll have to work things out so that we have peace," she added, "Dunno how we'll manage that though."

"When Mum and Dad go shopping," I suggested but Becky pulled a face.

"Yeah, but that's only once a week and if you think I'm waiting that long then you're wrong," she said, "Oh fuck, it's going to be so bloody awkward what with everyone cooped up together all the time."

"We'll just have to be quiet about it," I offered, "I mean, we've been up here and no-one's come to see what we're doing -- I mean, they don't usually anyway, do they?"

"True..." added Becky, "But I can be so noisy sometimes -- you didn't really get me going properly today but it's bound to happen sometime."

"Hmmm, no easy answer then, is there," I replied, "Still, once a week is better than nothing."

"Yeah, but I'll get so fuckin' horny!" said Becky as she rubbed her hand over her pussy, "Bugger -- there has to be a better answer."

Having had a few moments to recover I was once again feeling eager to do it all again but just as I was about to suggest it Becky glanced at my alarm clock and sat up.

"Fuck, it's almost four already," she said as she clambered off the bed, "I said I'd ring some friends this afternoon. We can't meet, can we, so this is the best we can do."

She wiped herself drier than before then gathered her clothes in her arms.

"I'm off for a shower then I'll get on the phone," she said, then she beamed at me, her smile wide, happy and loving, "Hey, thanks Chris -- I enjoyed that -- we'll definitely have to do it again soon."

"Later on if you like; you know it's usually quiet up here," I suggested but Becky just pulled a face.

"Can't really, can we," she said, "Mum and Dad will be back indoors by then and I'm not taking the risk while they're in the house."

Then, with a quick glance into the hallway to check that it was clear, she was gone.

I lay there wondering what we could do to find some freedom but I simply couldn't see any options open to us. Even renting a hotel room was presumably out now, so what on earth were we going to do? The conundrum circulated in my head for a while, until apparently I dropped off to sleep.It was several hours later that I resurfaced from apparently having dozed off, to see Mum's face in the crack of the door, smiling at me.

"Come on Chris, dinner's ready," she said, "I bet you could do with something to eat after all that exercise."

"Yeah, thanks Mum," I answered, not registering her comment in my dozy state, "Be with you in a few minutes."

I stood up and stretched, then pulled on my t-shirt and began clambering into my jeans before reality struck me.

"What the fuck did she say?" I asked myself, "Exercise -- exertion -- whatever; was she taking the piss because I was asleep or what?"

I just didn't know but then it struck me that if she was actually referring to physical exercise then she must have heard us together. Perhaps she'd interrupted her work to come indoors at some time -- but then again, she'd surely have berated us both if she'd known what we were doing. Not knowing the truth, but virtually praying that it was merely Mum's choice of words, I let the matter rest and headed out, to find the whole family in the lounge.

"Hello Chris, had a nice kip?" asked Dad sociably, "Fancy a drink before dinner? A nice chilled lager, eh?"

"Sure Dad thanks and yeah, I think I did," I answered -- and then Mum popped into the kitchen and reappeared with two glasses of wine, one of which she handed to Becky.

"Thanks Mum," she said as she took her glass and settled herself by the window overlooking the garden, "Mmmm, smells nice."

"What does, the wine or the dinner?" said Mum with a laugh.

"Everything does!" said Becky happily, an answer that had Mum cocking her head.

"What are you so happy about?" she asked cheerfully but Becky just shrugged her shoulders.

Dad's laugh from the kitchen as he fetched our lager was equally as light and easy and I began to relax. Perhaps Mum's comment had been facetious, having seen me asleep, so I left it at that.

Dinner duly came and went and then we all settled to enjoy a postprandial cup of coffee with light chatter prevailing until finally Becky stood up, obviously intending to take her empty cup to the kitchen to wash but Mum lifted her hand to stop her.

"Stay here darling," she said gently, "Your Dad and I have something to say."

I felt butterflies surging all through my body as my worst fears began to surface. Mum must definitely have heard us and was now about to read the riot act to us. My dinner suddenly wanted to leave my body and as I glanced at Becky, it was obvious that she felt the same degree of trepidation -- but Mum calmed us both down.

"Come on kids, smile," she said as she stood up, "We're not going to upset things -- it's bad enough out there without us all being at loggerheads."

"I've asked your mother to talk to you both," said Dad, his voice gaining our sudden attention, "Words from me do tend to come over a bit hard so your mother can say it better than I can."

"Ok, you two; now listen carefully," said Mum as she regained our attention, "This is an awkward subject to talk about so I'm sure that your Dad will help me if necessary."

Our attention was now riveted to her and for a few moments silence ruled, before she spoke again.

"Sex," she said firmly, "We're going to talk about sex. Ok?"

Becky and I both nodded our heads as we realised that we'd been found out...

"Come on kids, keep smiling!" said Dad brightly, "It'll all be ok -- don't get so worried. Anyway, you might be surprised..."

"Right," said Mum as she stood there looking firmly in command, "There's a problem in this house that needs sorting out, isn't there?"

I don't think she expected an answer except from herself...

"Your Dad and I can go to our room and have as much sex as we want, can't we?" she said, again, not expecting answers, "But you two can't -- well, not in normal circumstances. So we're proposing that for the duration of this emergency -- or possibly for longer -- we relax all rules about sex and just get on with it!"

Dad laughed briefly then looked embarrassed and shut up while Mum continued.

"It so happened that I came indoors briefly this afternoon and what I heard did several things to me," she said, "Firstly I felt shock and horror, then I felt sorry for you both as I realised the truth and then I also felt extremely horny!"

"Yep," said Dad, "You two are both sexually active as you've told us, but now that you can't go out and meet your mates you're bound to get frustrated. All that youthful energy locked up with nowhere to go. And as your mother said, another of the results of hearing you was that we then enjoyed a lovely heated romp, so thank you both."

"So once we were relaxed again your Dad and I had a nice chat and we both agreed to be able to let everyone enjoy sex -- not just us two," added Mum, "So from now onwards there are no rules!"

"What?" shrieked Becky, "So you didn't tell us and we had to do everything as quietly as possible?"

"We hadn't made that decision then," said Dad, "But it was when Mum heard you two having a good time that we both agreed."

"So you don't mind if Becky and I ummm... have sex?" I asked at last and Dad, after pulling a bit of a face, stuck his thumbs up.

"No problem from now," he answered as he tried to find the right words, "To be honest, there's two ways for us to survive this lockdown. One is for us to keep everything under a very tight rein and the other is to relax the rules."

"We can't relax the rules, can we?" asked Becky nervously and obviously thinking about the virus but Dad held his hand up.

"No, not the rules about the bug -- I mean the usual rules about sex," he said "If we keep things tight then we'll all end up getting grumpy and nasty whereas if we relax them then we'll all feel much better, won't we?"

There was a brief silence as we let the idea sink in then Becky spoke again.

"Mum?" she began, "Does that really mean that we can all have sex -- you know, not just Chris and me but more than that?"

"What's good for one generation has to be good for another," added Mum, "So yes -- why did you ask that?"

"I've always had a kind of longing for my Dad," said Becky, her head tilted so that we couldn't see her face, "So will it be ok if he and I have... errr get together -- I mean have sex?"

"Of course it'll be ok!" said Mum brightly, "We told you -- no rules from now on, just so long as you leave something for others of course!"

She paused as she considered her words and then added: "Then again, I could always take Chris to bed if you wear your Dad out, couldn't I?"

"Wowww!" gasped Becky, now looking a whole lot brighter, "And what about where we all make love -- does that still have to be in the bedrooms or will it be ok out here for example? And do we all have to keep our clothes on?"

"Well, bedrooms are more suited for sex," said Mum, "But no, no-one will say you can't do it out here if you choose -- but not on the table while dinner's being served please! As for clothing, that'll be optional too."

There was laughter and smiles all round now and Dad took the opportunity to go and grab two more cans, one of which he gave to me. That set Mum to fetching the wine bottle and to refill hers and Becky's glasses as well after which Mum remained standing.

"So -- on the subject of clothes, since it's so warm now I suggest that we're all wearing too much," she said, commenting on the heatwave that was cooking the country at the time, "So I'm off to put on my bikini."

"Huh," growled Dad amicably, "You might as well be naked because that thing hardly covers anything does it; do you remember when one of the cups slipped down and you didn't notice!"

"Yes -- that was a fun day, wasn't it? I suppose I could always do that," answered Mum, "Don't want to scare the kids though."

"Won't scare me," said Becky, "And I bet that Chris will love to see you naked."

"Well, that's that then -- bang goes the bikini!" said Mum with a laugh as she began unbuttoning her blouse, "Here goes then!"

In moments, it seemed, she was naked, standing there looking totally amazing. I know that my mouth just fell open and I know too that my penis suddenly became a solid bar of steel.

Mum shook herself; rubbed her hand over her fluffy pubes and then looked us all over.

"All good?" she asked, "No-one complaining?"

There was a short silence and then Becky stood up, her eyes gleaming.

"I'm going to join you!" she said as she too began stripping off and a few seconds later Dad also stood up and began undoing his shorts.

Before I could activate myself all three of my family were naked and they all looked so good.

Dad was in remarkably fine shape, with some nicely defined muscles, an excellently trim waist and firm muscular legs. His cock hung, not entirely limp, from a fine thicket of pubes and even as I looked at him his penis began to stiffen more and more.

Automatically I looked away but only as far as Mum where my eyes became locked on the captivating view. Mum's breasts were substantial, perhaps 36C or thereabouts. They defined gravity to stand perkily, her generous nipples pointing somewhat upwards. Her navel was adorned with a small golden ball and as I let my eyes wander downwards they found her broader hips and her generous pubic mound of light gold fluffy pubes. I could easily see her parting where her little clit stood proudly above it, glistening slightly. She stood with her legs parted and looked both proud and sexy -- and happy.

Next to me Becky looked just as hot or even more so! Her breasts weren't quite as large as Mum's were and her nipples were pinker than Mum's and somewhat smaller. They looked remarkably delicious though, as I'd found out and now I found myself wanting to see what Mum's tasted like too. Lower down Becky too had a prominent mound of blonde pubes that did nothing to hide her slit or clit. Her slit was actually more visible than Mum's and in an instant I knew why -- she was already lubricating and her pussy was ready for fucking again!

"Come on Chris, your turn!" said Becky as she gently slapped my arm, "You're holding things up!"

"What's the rush?" I asked, looking for any way to delay the unveiling because although it was fine for me to enjoy the naked bodies of my family, I was shyly reluctant to reveal myself.

Mum couldn't wait and now stepped up to me and took hold of my t-shirt.

"Come on darling, let me do it then," she said and it felt like more of a command than a comment so I just stood there and let her undress me.

My t-shirt was soon off and then Mum dropped to her knees, undoing my shorts and running the zip down so that they simply fell down to my ankles.

"Just your undies to go!" she said happily, "Here we go -- ohhh, look at that!"

My cock had sprung out as she pulled my underwear down, a solid length of penile flesh with my foreskin already about half way back. It stood there, quivering and not more than a foot from Mum's face.

Her hand wrapped itself around my shaft and for a moment I thought I might blow off there and then, but then I managed to control myself somewhat and then found myself enjoying both the feel of her hand and the close-up sight of her delicious breasts but as Mum continued to stroke me I had to stop her because it was becoming just too much for me.

"Ohhh, he's eager!" she said and with that she leaned forward, planted a kiss on my now exposed knob and then stood up.

She enfolded me in her arms and I felt her prickly pubes press against the underside of my upright cock just before she kissed me on my lips, her mouth making me forget all else. Her lips were warm, soft and very pliable while her fragrance caused my penis to jerk strongly against her.

"Did he cum when you two were enjoying yourselves?" asked Mum of Becky and she nodded, adding a wry smile.

"Yeah, twice," she said, "He's a bit hair-triggered -- doesn't take a lot to get him off!"

I felt myself glowing with embarrassment but at that moment I felt Mum's hand slide down between us and grasp hold of my cock again, then she moved away slightly to give herself room to work on me.

"Let's see, shall we?" she said as she began to stroke me somewhat faster, "You said he doesn't take long to cum?"

No way!" said Becky as she stepped closer to us, "The first time I just sat on him and rubbed my pussy against him and that was that!"

Mum's hand was still very busy and already I could feel things happening that I simply couldn't stop -- it was just too nice!

"Ummm, he's a bit over-sensitive perhaps. Let's see if how long he takes to cum using my hand instead," said Mum, "Ohhh, he's getting all slippery already! Gosh, you're right -- he doesn't take long, does he!"

I could actually feel my precum oozing from me and could now hear the result as Mum's hand made my foreskin making wet noises as she slid it up and down. I'd totally lost control of my senses and what's more, as Mum stood beside me her other hand was now sliding down between the cheeks of my arse, sending a whole new range of sensations through me.

With her hand moving faster now I knew that almost nothing could stop my eruption so realising that Mum was trying to get a good show I tensed everything up to prepare for blast-off.

"He's just about there!" said Mum as she licked her lips, "I'm so tempted to get down there but then again I want to see him shooting off -- ohhh, here it cums, I think!"

She was right -- at that moment I too felt the tremor that signalled the first spasm that would drive my cum from me.

Her movements slowed but remained just as sexy until my penis suddenly jerked violently in her hand -- a reaction over which I had no control at all. A lengthy stream of cum shot across the room and that was followed by a larger squirt that splattered down onto the coffee table -- then Mum pulled my penis to one side and sent the remaining few sprays of cum all over her pubes. With a final stroke she stripped the last bit of cum from me, gathered it onto her fingers and conveyed it to her mouth then swallowed it happily after she'd swilled it around her mouth.

"Delicious!" she said, "I think he tastes even better than you dear!"

"You need to compare like for like," said Dad as he strode across the room to stand next to us, "It's been the best part of a week since you last tasted me."

"Can I do the tasting instead, Dad?" asked Becky as she plastered her body to his, her hand quickly holding his erection, "I can remember what Chris tastes like too."

"Guess so and when you've done that could you please find a towel or a cloth and do some cleaning up," Mum added.

It was Becky's turn to drop to her knees and now my turn to relax as we watched Dad being sucked off. Mum came and leaned against me, kissing me as she did so, then turned to watch the action.

"She's good, you know," she commented, the warmth of her breast already arousing me, "Lovely action, eh Chris?"

"She didn't actually get round to sucking me off," I answered, "The first time I spurted up my belly and the second time was inside her belly."

"Bet that was nice!" said Mum as her hand began to massage my slowly rising penis, "Do you fancy shooting a load inside me too?"

"Wow yeah!" I gasped eagerly, finally getting to feel more confident, "I'm almost ready for that!"

"We'll wait until your Dad's blown off," she said, for all the world as if she was merely waiting for him to finish a cup of tea, "Don't think that'll be too long, from the look of him!"

"Young Becky's definitely good!" confirmed Dad, "Just proves that we brought them up properly!"

We laughed happily at his joke then fell silent as Dad grunted.

"Fuck!" he said, "Almost there already!"

We could hear Becky's lips slurping around Dad's sizeable cock and just then she began moving faster as she obviously realised that he was close.

"Careful Becky, you're going to get a big mouthful!" warned Dad, "Any minute now!"

Becky was into overdrive now, sucking and wanking him more and more urgently until Dad grunted loudly and Becky's actions changed into more of a milking stroke than a jerking one.

"Damn -- here it cums!" said Dad, his face contorted with the strain, "Uhhh Becky -- here's your first load -- ahhhh!"

We could see Becky both sucking and swallowing as Dad filled her mouth over and over again, then saw a big dribble of cum squirt from the corner of her mouth and slide down to settle on her breast before Becky pulled her mouth away and licked her lips.

"Bit stronger than Chris's but so tasty!" she said as she reached for Dad's cock again, "Oh damn, I've spilt a bit."

Before she sucked his penis into her mouth again she looked down at the white pool of cum on her breast and stuck her finger into the spillage. For some reason I wanted to get down there and clean it off her but I resisted the temptation and anyway, Mum moved there first.

"Ohhhh Mum!" gasped Becky around Dad's cock, "Ohhh that's lovely -- don't stop!"

Mum was cleaning away the spilt cum and was attacking Becky's nipple, now even sucking part of Becky's breast into her mouth and I could see that if I'd joined in too then this might have been liable to turn into a full-blown orgy. Currently, with my balls just having been emptied I really didn't feel fit for that, so I watched instead as Mum soothed Becky's body.

But it wasn't soothing that she wanted apparently -- much as she'd enjoyed sucking Dad off she hadn't cum and now, almost spitting Dad's empty cock out she began pleading with Mum to help.

"Oh Mum, that was terrific but I want my pussy worked on -- my clit needs loving too!" she moaned as she collapsed into a heap on the floor, "Down here -- your tongue -- here, please!"

Rather to my surprise Mum lowered herself into position and a few moments later Becky was once again writhing with pleasure as Mum's artful tongue worked on her clit. I could even see that Mum already had two fingers well and truly inserted into Becky and the sight of their actions soon began to work on my cock, bringing it quickly to another stiff erection. But it was an erection that wasn't required just yet so I just stood there slowly stropping my shaft and enjoying the sight.

It was then that I heard Dad cough to attract my attention and as I glanced over to him I could see that his cock was once again as hard as mine and that Dad too was slowly stroking himself. He was smiling broadly and looking extremely pleased with himself.

"That's a lovely sight; that sort of thing always gets me going," he commented as he pointed his cock at the writhing couple on the floor, "But how about we let them get on with it while we have a drink?"

"Good idea," I answered somewhat absently, "They're hot stuff, aren't they?"

"Thank heavens for this virus, bringing us all together like this," he said, his voice somewhat distant as he dug around in the fridge in the kitchen, "So long as we keep ourselves isolated and none of us catch it, we're in for some terrific fucking, aren't we?"

While Dad was rummaging in the fridge I too went to the kitchen and tore off some kitchen towels which I then used to clean up the spunk I'd squirted earlier. Everyone else seemed far too busy to think about such matters.

"Guess you're after Becky?" I asked, no longer concerned that I was talking to my Dad about sex, and he nodded.

"Most definitely, but your mother's a damn good fuck too so I'm hoping that we can all share and share alike," said Dad, as he returned with two cans.

"Yeah, that'll be fun," I answered as he handed me my can.

"You'll enjoy her," he added, "Just make sure you give her tits a bit of loving too."

He ripped the tab on his beer and emptied most of his can down his throat then looked at me again.

"Oh, I know that you'd rather have Becky to yourself, wouldn't you?" he continued amicably as he wiped his mouth, "But just give me a chance to enjoy myself for a little while, eh, then you can have her back."

"She doesn't belong to me -- I mean we're not like going out together -- so it's all up to Becky really," I answered and Dad nodded.

"Hmmm, I suppose that's true," he said, "Anyway I wouldn't force myself on anyone but I'm still looking forward to getting my cock up her!"

At that moment Becky and her mother separated and sat up, their mouths both wet with their juices. They linked arms to show their closeness and both smiled broadly at us.

"I heard what you were saying," said Mum, her words aimed at her husband, "You'd better make sure you come back to me but if course you can enjoy young Becky if she wants you."

"I've got to try him out," said Becky as she licked her lips, "I want to know if he's as good as you say, Mum!"

"And I want to try Chris out for size!" said Mum as she reached out and took hold of my erection, "He looks as if he's a bit bigger than you are darling and I'm looking forward to being stretched!"

"So how's everyone feeling -- all fit for a good fucking?" asked Dad as he looked around us, "I know I am, so how about we split up and head to the bedrooms? More comfy there and we can always meet up later in one room or another, can't we?"

"Sounds like a really good idea," said Mum as she stood up and pressed herself against me, "What do you reckon Chris -- are you ready?"

Her warm body squeezed my stiff cock against her softer belly while her hand remained holding my penis gently.

"He's definitely ready!" said Mum, "You don't mind if I take him up to the bedroom, do you darling?"

"Enjoy yourself!" laughed Dad, "If I'm right I'll soon be so busy that I won't even care!"

"Come on then Dad, up to my room," added Becky as she stood up and grasped her father's cock, "I hope you've got another nice big load for me Dad."

Mum and I led the way up the stairs and then she was shutting the door behind us and pulling me over to the bed. She spun around and kissed me then leapt onto the bed like a teenager and rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs in welcome.

"Come on Chris, I've really been waiting for this!" she said eagerly, "But do try and hold off from cumming until I get there, please."

"I'll do my best and if I don't get you off the first time then I'll do my best to cum twice," I agreed, "Mind you, I've already cum haven't I, so I should last longer this time."

"Ohhh, I love a man who cums twice!" laughed Mum happily, "I always love round two -- all nice and slippery and sloppy!"

"Here's hoping I can do it," I said, "I came off twice with Becky, then once downstairs and now you're expecting me to cum twice for you too."

"Well, you did say you could," answered Mum, "Anyway, just do your best to make your Mum happy, darling"

By now I was between her legs with my rigid penis jutting above Mum's pussy but I wanted to know what to do and in what order.

"Do you want me to get down and lick you first?" I asked but Mum shook her head.

"No darling, Becky did that already -- she got me absolutely dripping wet so I don't need any more," she said, "Just bring him here and put him right inside me! It feels as if it's been so long since I was stretched by a man!"

"Don't you and Dad still fuck then?" I asked, astonished by her comment.

"Of course we do -- we had a lovely sexy time this morning!" she laughed, "But to me, six hours between fucks feels like its too long!"

I leaned forward and kissed one of Mum's lovely nipples, then kissed my way down her body until I reached her belly, then I lifted up again and brought my cock down towards her open sex. Mum stretched her legs wider apart and that caused her lips to split wider apart too, revealing a positive web of sticky, slippery juices. She reached down and gently strummed her clit, then beckoned me to enter her, blowing me a kiss as she did so. I couldn't resist any longer!

The moment that the tip of my cock touched her lips I thought I'd cum but somehow managed to control myself and was actually able to press firmly enough to make my penis disappear inside her. The sensation was amazing -- her vagina was as hot as Becky's; perhaps even wetter and as I thrust into her she seemed to be just as responsive as Becky.

"Ahhhh, niiiice!" she sighed happily, her internal muscles gripping me firmly, "That feels good -- now come on and do the job properly -- fuck me darling!"

Responding to her urging I began to thrust, my movements hardly coordinated because I was so eager to fuck her but Mum clamped her legs around me.

"Whoa there, slow down Chris -- we're not going anywhere; take your time darling," she said gently and as she spoke I found myself coming to my senses somewhat.

"Sorry Mum, it was just so fantastic to feel myself inside you and I also guess I'm more used to quickies," I offered and she laughed.

"Just like you apparently cum quickly too," she said, "Well, since you said you can do it twice, how about we empty out one load now? Then we'll be able to concentrate on a nice slow loving fuck afterwards."

"Sounds good," I answered, "Not only that, you're absolutely right, it won't take me much to cum -- you're way too sexy and amazing!"

"Ohhh am I -- you just wait until I get going, young man!" laughed Mum, "Anyway, let's get on with it -- one quickie coming up!"

With that I felt her pussy begin to work on me, sucking, pulling, squeezing and caressing my cock. Her arms wrapped around me, quickly finding sensitive places on my back, while her legs did the same, with her feet pressing against my thighs. She stretched up and kissed me, her lips so warm and soft that they felt as good as her vagina itself and inside a few moments I felt my responses growing; felt my cock jerking and my pulse throbbing and I knew that she'd got me firmly in her web.

And then the little thing that sent me soaring happened -- her tongue slid between my lips and began exploring my mouth and playing with my own tongue -- and it was just too much. Suddenly I began to lose control.

"Ahhhh, Mum, Mum, I'm cumming!" I gasped as I felt everything tightening and building, "Ohhh fuck -- Mum, I'm cumming!"

"Let it go darling, let it go!" she said soothingly, "Relax and just pump it all out -- fill me up sweetheart!"

I did that alright -- I felt jet after jet of cum blasting into her until finally I'd given her my all and then I slumped onto her, replete and exhausted.

"Ohhh, that was lovely darling," she crooned as her vagina massaged me from end to end, "Take it easy but don't forget you haven't finished yet!"

"Sorry Mum," I gasped and before I had a chance to say anything more Mum was there, soothing me gently.

"I told you, don't go getting yourself all worried," she said calmly, "Now, come on, let's work on getting that thing hard again!"

Immediately Mum's pussy began to pulsate and quiver around me as a whole new range of sensations grew; I could feel her internal muscles working to tighten her grip on my cock or to stroke it so gently that it felt like my imagination. Then she'd squeeze it tightly or suck it deeper inside her body and with every movement that she made I felt my cock responding and stiffening more.

"That's better," Mum sighed happily, "How does that feel darling?"

"Great!" I enthused, delighted that my erection hadn't been overcome by the situation, "Feels good, really good!"

I stroked my penis in and out a few times to test it out but it was Mum who gave me the answer.

"Ohhh yes, he's hard alright!" she said as her hips thrust up at me, "Now, this time we'll take it easy and perhaps you'll last longer; come on, get comfy darling."

I wriggled my knees around to get a better grip on the bed then adjusted the position of my hands on Mum's hips, then pressed myself firmly into her body.

"Ohhh!" Mum gasped as I penetrated her, "That's good -- ok sweetheart, let's get fucking again!"

I began steadily, unwilling to overdo things, my slow strokes in and out of her pussy sending waves of pleasure through me. Every so often I found that I just had to thrust harder, or occasionally simply tease her opening with my knob.

"That's it darling, you're getting the hang of it," said Mum as her hips began to press up against my thrusts, "You keep that up and this'll be wonderful!"

"No problem," I grunted as I stroked into her steadily, "You feel so good Mum, I still can't believe that we're doing this."

"Nor can I darling, nor can I," added Mum with a wink, "Always rather fancied the idea but never in my dreams did I expect it to come true."

We fucked on, our actions slowly but steadily becoming faster and more energetic. Beads of sweat had formed on Mum's breasts while I'd actually begun to drip with sweat and every so often I had to adjust my grip on her hips as my hands slid around.

"How're you doing?" grunted Mum, her words pushed out through all the effort, "Getting there yet?"

"I'm ok for awhile," I said, my own words interspersed with panted breaths, "Still feels really good."

"I should hope so too!" giggled Mum, "Your Dad's always saying that I'm a great fuck!"

She was indeed that -- not as exciting as Becky but Mum certainly knew ways to stimulate and titivate me that Becky had yet to learn. And what's more, Mum was still going strong, still working on my cock as if I'd only just put it inside her.

Some five minutes later and she was still clearly enjoying our loving but now it was my turn to reach my limit -- even though this would be my third climax. I could feel things tightening up down there; I could sense the spasms that preceded an orgasm; I knew that it wouldn't be all that long before I blew off again.

"Mum..." I gasped, now somewhat short of breath, "I think I'm getting close again. How about you? Are you anywhere near?"

"Ohhh, are you darling? I'm pretty close too -- I'd better concentrate then," she answered, "Ohhh, keep quiet and let me get there!"

A moment later and Mum's hips began working me over again while her vagina itself seemed to add extra squeezes and strokes to her actions. Her movements were doing nothing to help to delay my climax but without them she obviously wasn't ready to cum. Her hands found mine and pulled them away from her hips to reposition them over her lovely breasts, with her nipples under my fingers.

"Squeeze them, pull them, use your fingers!" she encouraged me, "Help make me cum -- I'm working hard!"

That was easy to do and a moment later Mum gasped and I felt her entire body spasm strongly

"Ohh yesss, like that!" she urged; her voice strained and breathless as my fingers enjoyed her nipples, "Here it comes -- don't stop; keep going!"

Now that my hands were on her breasts I had no intention of stopping. Somehow I'd forgotten them in my eagerness to please her pussy but now I began to caress and gently squeeze her breasts while my fingers worked on her nipples and Mum was thoroughly enjoying my actions.

Her whole body was now in motion, with waves of pulsating energy stirring us both from one end to the other -- her actions even causing my toes to curl.

"Ohhh darling, if you'd had your hands there earlier on, doing what you're doing, I'd have cum half a dozen times by now!" she gasped, "Just as well you didn't though -- I don't suppose you'd have lasted as long as you have either."

"Probably not," I answered as I shook my head, "But I'm getting pretty close now though."

"Ohhh, I'm just about ready -- I hoped you'd say that," said Mum, "We should be able to cum together then."

Silence took over for a little while, punctured only by the sounds of slapping flesh and our heavy breathing until Mum gasped loudly.

"Ahhhhh -- here it cums!" she squeaked as her body convulsed beneath me, "Cumming, cumming -- ohhh, sweetheart -- I can't stop!"

Suddenly her whole body was in motion; her hips rising and falling quickly; her legs had wrapped themselves around me as had her arms and her back was arching as if thrusting herself at me and just as suddenly I was on the brink too and Mum realised.

"Cum inside me again," she urged, "But before you finish try to squirt some over my tummy."

Despite already having cum not long ago the stimulation was such that I felt that I'd be able to spray her face if necessary so I nodded as I continued to slam my quivering cock into her but this was the finale -- the last few strokes took me over the top.

"Uhhhh Mum -- cumming!" I grunted as I felt my penis swelling and releasing my first blast of cum, "Ohhh, and again -- and again!"

"Don't forget..." gasped Mum as her body enjoyed her powerful climax, "Try -- for me!"

In an instant I withdrew and grabbing my sticky penis I thrust once again but through my fist this time and was rewarded by squirting a long streamer of cum right up between her breasts.

"Uhhhh!" I gasped as I continued to thrust, "Another one!"

This squirt of cum only reached her belly button and then there were a couple more spasms that dribbled cum over my fingers and that was that -- I was empty.

"Ohhh lovely!" gasped Mum as her hands spread my white sticky juice over her breasts, "Ohhh darling, that was perfect!"

After a few spreading movements her hands slid down her body until they found the small puddle around to her navel and then, as Mum smiled at me, she bathed her fingers in my cum and transferred them to her mouth.

"Super..." she sighed as she moved her hand back to the puddle and repeated the performance, "Mmmm, you taste delicious!"

We laughed lightly together but then, just as Mum was about to say something, the door knob rattled.

"It's not locked," Mum called out and with that the door opened to reveal Dad and my sister both standing there nude, happy and glowing with contentment. My sister also wore a look that said "the cat's got the cream" and her smile was a wide as her legs must have been not long before!

"Ohh, sorry darlings," said Dad to us both, "Didn't realise you two were still at it."

"No its ok, lover," said Mum, "Just about finished -- you can come in. I was just having a taste of your son's spunk -- I think he tastes better than you do!"

"I'll have to give you some to check mine then," said Dad as he reached for his fairly limp penis, "Not yet though -- your daughter's worn me out!"

"Later tonight then," suggested Mum as she laughed, then she patted the bed.

"Come and lie down lover," she urged, "Come and spend some time with me -- and you Chris, why don't you go and give your sister some more loving? I bet you'll have a lot to tell each other."

I glanced up at Becky to see her blowing me a kiss and I knew it was the right suggestion.

"Sure Mum, just so long as you're ok," I said.

"I'm fine, absolutely fine!" she purred contentedly, "You two go and have a nice chat while I tell your Dad how good you've made me feel!"

I bent and kissed Mum, our lips meeting warmly and wetly, then glanced down her body. Small patches of sweat glistened here and there; her breasts both wore a gloss of cum and the pool of cum at her navel had been spread over her belly. Her pussy looked somewhat reddened where I could see flesh and her little patch of pubes was bedecked with spots and splashes of juice of one kind or another, as were her thighs. Her legs were still outstretched and parted while her hands lay relaxed across her belly and as I climbed from the bed she looked both adorable and delicious -- so much so that exhausted state I really wanted to return for another round.

At that moment however, Becky reached out and pulled me into her arms and as our naked bodies pressed against each other, so did our lips, warmly and lovingly and then, as she leaned against me we slowly slid from the room leaving Mum and Dad in a sticky embrace.

"So how was she?" enquired Becky as she reached down and gently held my penis, "Better than me?"

"Hard to tell, to be honest; she was terrific but you were really wonderful too," I replied as I tried to avoid any chance of stirring up a war, "It was kind of special to have sex with my own mother but then again it really was special when we did it too."

"And we'll do it again, won't we, even when all this stuff is over," asked Becky eagerly, "In fact, how're you feeling right now?"

She squeezed my cock and began working her hand up and down my somewhat limp length until, after not a lot of effort it began to stiffen once again.

"I was hoping for a bit of a break," I pleaded, "But..."

I didn't have a chance to complete my sentence because Becky stretched up and locked her lips onto mine. Her own lips were deliciously wet and slippery and I knew that even without her hand around my cock her kisses alone would have made as stiff as a poker in seconds.

"That's better, come on then!" she urged, almost dragging me towards her bedroom, "Sorry the bed's a bit of a mess but I've been rather busy!"

The room reeked of sex but far from being put off it added starch to my penis, knowing that Becky and Dad had been fucking right here, not ten minutes ago.

Becky pushed me across the room and shoved me onto the bed, then almost threw herself on top of me, her hips pressing her pussy against my cock.

"You do promise that we can do this afterwards too, don't you?" she asked as she ground away, "Only I'll need you; you felt so good."

"What about Dad?" I asked, wondering how he'd performed, "What's wrong with fucking him again instead?"

"He wanted to get back with Mum," she said plaintively, "Not only that I think I'd emptied him out and so I really, really need you!"

At that moment she added her hand to the equation and in an instant she'd adjusted our bodies and worked her pussy down over my cock.

"Ohhhh Chris, yesss!" she sighed as I bottomed out inside her, "How long do they reckon this is going to last?"

"Don't know, don't care but I promise I'll still be here for you once it's ended," I said as she squeezed my cock with her internal muscles.

"You'd better be!" said Becky firmly as she adjusted her body, "Ohhh, like that -- yeah, that's perfect!"

"So we can just do this all the time for the next, oh I don't know, six months then?" I asked as I began thrusting my hips up at her and Becky nodded quickly.

"Won't care even if I don't leave my room just so long as you keep me busy!" she purred gently,

"Anyway, stop talking and just fuck me!"

Quite honestly I too was content with my situation to do otherwise.

If this virus raged around the world for months and months, then just so long as it kept away from us we had no reason to worry. I had two amazing women to please and two perfect pussies to plunder -- there was enough excellent sex at home not to miss the outside world. The same applied to each member of the family and so long as we didn't fall out then there'd be more than enough loving for everyone.

For a moment I pondered how things would be when we had to go back to work but then it struck me that Mum's books and Dad's works would continue to provide a good income so we would hardly need to venture out. Once it was all over Becky and I could hopefully find jobs -- maybe working from home -- but otherwise very little would need to change in the future.

What more could we want in our coronavirus world.