3 comments/ 50581 views/ 16 favorites 6 Snowbirds By: Cactus34 (incest. group sex. bisex. "auditeurism". enjoy!) The taxi's wheels half-splashed, half-crunched down the side street of slush. Whistling as he drove, the cabbie wheeled to the curb, sliding the last few centimeters. "There you go, folks. 911-13th Ave. Avalon Apartments. That'll be $21.50." Cooper McAllister dug into his wallet and handed over a bright Canadian twenty and a five. "I'm embarrassed to say that one winter in the USA has made our money look odd. Anyway, keep the change." 
"Thanks." The cab driver tucked away the money. "Watch your step there, ma'am." Lora McAllister gave herself a gold star for remembering to wear proper boots for the trip north. She stepped into the slop of ice and snow as carefully as the driver suggested. Cooper did a sliding step around the back of the car to offer his hand. Her big bear of a husband made a welcome anchor post, assuming he didn't do a flying splat on to the pavement himself. Reaching the freshly scraped concrete of the sidewalk felt like a successful mountain ascent. Having passed some magical boundary of responsibility, the cab tooted his horn and pulled away. A cheery shout came back to them, "You folks enjoy the great weather!" "My god, he's serious." Lora pursed a smile and shook her head. She hiked the collar of her green cloth coat around her neck. "Well, the snow is melting, the sky is blue and the sun is shining." Cooper looked up. "Though the Avalon is blocking it right now." Lora snorted, clutching her coat around her. "It's barely above freezing. Yesterday we were getting a last all-over tan session by the pool. I refuse to say this is 'great weather'." Shoving his hands deep in his jacket pockets and hunching up his shoulders, Cooper sighed and nodded. "I didn't want to admit we'd become a pair of namby-pamby snowbirds." "Well, we have. So deal with it." Lora huddled under her husband's arm, letting him be the wind break. Or, to be honest, the small breeze break. It still freshened the cold more than she liked. "Is there any chance we could stop enjoying the great weather and go inside?" She felt her husband's solid chest move against her face with a great intake of air. "Sorry, my queen. Just savouring the return of the old Canuck instincts. There's spring time in that air." "Hurry up, Cindy! I'm late for my own bachelorette party!" "Then they can't start without you. Get a grip, Akiko." Cooper and Lora turned as a pair of young women scampered in a clatter of boot heels up to the door of the apartment building. The length of leg exposed by their dresses made Lora feel more namby and even pamby about feeling the cold. She gave another shiver as she held Cooper's arm to the door, following the ladies. The foyer didn't really have the room to host four people. Personal spaces had to be temporarily adjusted, but being out of the fresh, fresh air made that a fair transaction for Lora. And there was no hardship being in tight spaces with these women. Laughing and rosy-cheeked, they had a hot kilowatt of charisma each. Lora felt Cooper shift slightly, stand a bit straighter, suck in a gut that really didn't exist and bringing a casual hand up to smooth his pepper & salt hair. She couldn't fault him in the least. She felt some interesting tingles going up and down her own body. "That's a lovely scent you're wearing. Or you're wearing. I'm not sure who, but it works very well scooched close up like this." 
Lora smirked to herself as Cooper let loose his charm. Totally uncontrived and natural as breathing for the big stud. Both young women laughed, but the bachelorette didn't turn from her examination of the building directory and intercom system. The tall woman with the full mane of walnut brown hair gave Cooper and Lora a winning smile with deep, twinkling eyes. Then she did a tiny double take. She frowned slightly with a cock of her head. "This sounds plain goofy, but do I know you?"

He wishes, Lora thought to herself. And, with some pride at the sight of her distinguished man and his full head of thick hair, this chick should be so lucky. Cooper made a show of studying the radiant face before he smiled back. "I'm sure I'd remember. I don't believe I've had the pleasure." "Sorry." She looked back and forth between Cooper and Lora. "This is gonna bug me all day. I know there's a connection somewhere. I'm Cindy..." The intercom speaker blasted through the introduction in an explosion of static, music and voices. A voice shouted out of the tinny soundbox. "Who is it?" "It's Akiko and Cindy!" "What? Be quiet everyone! Who?" "It's the fucking guest of honour! Let us in!" The small woman bellowed. The door buzzed and unlocked. Akiko skipped through, Cindy right behind. The willowy woman paused, holding the door open for them to follow. Lora waved a thank you. 
 "We'd better go through the formalities. Make sure he's even home." Cindy smiled and let the door close. Cooper took his turn at the button display, reading the list of names to find the correct code to punch, a finger going line by line. Lora watched through the glass as the dazzling Cindy and sinfully cute Akiko were met by a gaggle of women bursting from a door marked "Community Room". A toffee-skinned goddess with a blue and white paper party hat on top of her copper cascade of hair led the way with hugs and squeals. Lora gaped, feeling a rare pang of insecurity and age in the face of all that young beauty. The svelte young women jiggling about in chic sausage casings sent other potent surges and urges to wash away the insecurity. A humming purr of pleasure leaked out of Lora's throat. "What was that, dear?" Cooper turned from punching the code. "Holy jumpin' jeezus on a pogo stick. They're all gawdamn gorgeous!" He took an involuntary step forward to watch the flock of lovelies disappear into the Community Room. Lora admired that neither her husband or herself actually pressed their faces against the glass. "Roll your tongue back in your mouth, dear." Lora shakily smiled, giving her husband a prod in the arm. "They're young enough to be our daughter..." She stopped in mid-sentence. The cliche expression brought a blushing deep heat up her neck to her cheeks. Her eyes darted between the floor and Cooper. For his part, her words caused Cooper to swallow and his left eye twitched. The intercom squawked with their son's voice. "Hello? Who is it?" Lora gave herself a little shake, took a breath, and forced a steady tone to her voice. "It's Mom and Dad, dear." "Great! C'mon up!" The door buzzed like a saw again. Cooper opened the door and held it for Lora. The muffled roar of the bachelorette party filled the small lobby area. It held their attention for the few steps it took to reach the elevator, wondering what might be going on inside. "Afternoon." A smooth feminine voice snapped Cooper and Lora to reality better than a gunshot. A woman wearing a sweeping kaftan of black and deep burgundy joined them at the elevator, sorting through envelopes and a magazine. "A nice haul of actual mail today. Unusual in this day and age." This building wouldn't give them a chance to regain their composure. Nature, gravity and life caused the majority of women and men to sag and bag as 50 years rolled over them. Cooper and Lora had enough good sense to understand that nobody won a fight with Time. Every day a person got older, and that was the law. However, they decided they would at least go out with style and grace. Diet and exercise and the tiniest bit of discreet surgery kept them both, in all immodesty, looking damn good. And here, apparently, stood a woman with an identical philosophy. Lora took off her coat. She felt more than warm enough now. Cooper did the opposite, actually closing the bottom button. Ah. She sussed it out. The front of her hubby's pants had become a little tight and unseemly to public viewing. The dark kaftan pattern set off the cascade of blonde hair to perfection. Lora patted her own loose bob of black curls. The curl was natural, but the black came from a bottle, as would the blonde hair in front of her. Cooper told her regularly that her trim, vital body and energy meshed perfectly with the black of her youth. She did not intend to give up the dye until the first grandkid was born. "It's a very slow elevator." The woman smiled apologetically. She slowly looked the visitors up and down. The fires behind the blue eyes made Lora feel both naked and nude simultaneously. The first flushed her face with embarrassed heat. The second made Lora want to whip that kaftan up and over her head. Something in the way the lush curves moved under the silk suggested a complete lack of undergarments. "Let me guess...you're Zachary's parents?" Cooper grunted a half laugh. "How did you know that?" The blonde woman chuckled. "No witchery involved at all. He mentioned earlier this week he expected a visit. Quite excited about it, really." Once again the smouldering eyes appraised both the McAllisters. "And there is certainly a family resemblance." The elevator dinged and the doors slid aside. The three stepped aboard. Like the tiny foyer, the small elevator required a forced intimacy that no one seemed to mind too much. 
"Well, you've guessed it correctly." Lora stuck a hand out. "This is Cooper and I'm Lora. It's nice to know Zach has met people since moving here." "Oh, I'm being rude." The blonde shook hands, her nails elegantly manicured. Lora felt glad she had had a chance to touch up the swimming and sun damage on her own hand. "I'm Morgan. Zach and I met before he had actually moved in. When he was still apartment hunting. He's been a great neighbour ever since. Taking time to make a single, older woman feel wonderful. He has so many talents. You two did a marvelous job." "Umm, thanks." Cooper's rugged face had a sheen of sweat. "We did our best." The elevator dinged again. The McAllisters stepped out. Morgan gave a small wave with her magazine. "Delightful to meet you. Have a good visit." Cooper took a moment to whip off his coat. The material in the front of his trousers strained to keep the bulge contained. He looked down and shrugged helplessly. Lora snickered and gave the bulge a quick palm grope and squeeze. Nice and hard. He sucked in a sharp breath and glared at her. She affected an innocent expression and turned as an apartment door opened. "Mom!" Zach stepped forward and swept Lora up in a big bear hug. As big as his dad, he carried her into the entrance way of his home. "Put me down!" Lora laughed. "Have some respect for short people and old mothers." In her protests, she did notice that Zach had kept up his physical fitness routine. His chest had the same firmness as Cooper's and squashed her breasts in the way that made her wish for an all day hug. Her son set her back down on her feet, grinning. He turned to Cooper, closing the door to the hallway. "Dad!" Son and father enjoyed an awkward manly embrace as Cooper tried to keep his coat in front of his pants. Zach stepped back, chuckling and confused. "Here, I'll take that." 
Before Cooper could protest, Zach had his coat in hand and reached for a hanger. He stopped at the sight of the circus tent in his father's pants. Cooper spread his hands in helpless motions. His mouth worked and then he smiled a crooked smile. "You'll have to excuse the old man, son. Do you have any idea of the number of red hot sex bombs partying on the ground floor right now? Lora pursed a smile as Zach turned a bit red, busying himself with hanging their coats. He was always the shyest of her brood. "That'd be the bachelorette party. I forgot about that. Girls only, Dad, so whatever you saw is all you're going to get, I'm afraid." Cooper laughed. "A damned shame. I was hoping you could hook your Dad up with one or three of them." Zach blushed a little, again. Lora shot Cooper a reproving stare. "Well, yes I guess, but not, that is...it was posted on the Community Room calendar. I don't know if I..." 
Lora stepped out of her boots and took Zach's arm. "Never mind, dear. We've got days to hear all about your winter in a new city and a new life." She gave his muscular arm a squeeze. "I can't tell you how happy it makes me that you're blossoming so well with new friends and activities. When you left the old home town to move here, I was worried. Even with Harry living here, cross-country moves like that can either liberate or crush a person's spirit." 
"New friends? Who do you mean?" Zach seemed a bit nervous yet. "We met a charming woman named Morgan in the elevator." "Oh. Good." Zach swallowed and his left eye gave a little twitch. After these months apart, Lora had a new moment to marvel how much Cooper and his son looked alike, with a healthy dose of his mother's curly hair, if nothing else. No wonder Morgan spotted them right away. Lora's mind idly skipped to Cindy... "This is quite the set-up you have." Cooper walked into the immediate space from the door. Lora shook her head and paid attention as Zach perked up with pride. "This is my office-studio. 99% of the world would have this down as the 'living room'. Being self-employed is a solitary business. This way I can enjoy the big balcony windows while I work and see the world go by. Also, if a client actually comes by, I don't have to take them all through the apartment." Taking in the huge drafting table and computer desk combination across from the comfortable chairs, Lora smiled. "So you explained in your emails. It's a lovely arrangement." "Right. I keep forgetting what I've sent you. Or what Val or Harry might have passed on." "Just give us the tour as if we're newbies, son. We won't yawn at any repetition." 
Most of the remaining apartment had a typical layout. Lora felt pride in the male, but tasteful, decorating scheme. Her first born shared her artistic and creative aptitudes. Not that Val or Harry were dull. They and their father had lively imaginations that had other outlets. "That is an exceptional bed, Zach!" Cooper stepped into the room and gave a big, two palm push-bounce to test the mattress and the frame. "Solid as a rock. Big as a hockey rink." "You must get lost in all that space, dear." Lora ran a finger over the smooth red satin sheet and raised an eyebrow. She let her fantasies out for a romp across the king size spread. The fun that could be had on a bed like this. Lora made a note to replace the one at home as soon as they got back. "I take up a little more room than you, Mom." "But what about guests?" "Huh? What...?" "You're a fully grown man, Zach. I have no illusions or delusions that something other than sleeping goes on here." 
"Mom!" "Don't backsass your mother, boy." Cooper smirked as he plucked a photo off the wall. A black and white portrait captured a merry moment in the life of a bewitching Japanese woman. Her black hair swirled as she looked back over her shoulder and her eyes sparkled. "Would this be the delightful Linda, maybe, perhaps?" He waggled his eyebrows. 
Zach snorted at the teasing and half-smiled. "Yes, that's Linda. Though I think I might cancel tomorrow's supper rather than expose her to you two. I think all that southern sun is melting all your inhibitions!" Lora's stomach did a little flip at the comment, but she kept her smile from betraying the fact. Cooper hastily replaced the photo. "Uhmm...don't you dare. And I'm paying for that supper, for your information." Cooper followed his son into the kitchen, where good-natured arguing commenced on who picked up what cheque. Lora ran her tongue tip over her lips and stepped lightly back into the bedroom. It's definitely a law that mothers are allowed a little snooping. Her ear quivering to keep track of the men, Lora carefully slid the drawer of the night stand open. She expected only some cheeky evidence to prove her teasing correct. In point of fact, the drawer fairly bulged with packages of condoms in a selection of styles, two bottles of assorted top grade lubrication, a large bottle of massage oil and a several bright blue silk scarves. "Fuck me!" Lora couldn't stop the stunned exclamation from popping out, but she managed to throttle it to a whisper. The sheer quantity of sexual support gear demanded a repeat gasp. "Fuck me!" Then Lora realized her choice of words. Discovering her son to be a gawdamned sexual dynamo and responding with the bleat that someone fuck her. The lightning skipping through her veins now would not happen inside a conventional mother. Her nipples began to rise, and they were as hard to hide as Cooper's erection when fully aroused. A suggestion of moisture developed between her legs. Lora slid the drawer closed with a trembling hand. No, she could no longer make any claim to being a conventional mother. She tried to catch her breath as she stepped out into the hallway. Zach led the way with coffee mugs in each hand. The building's blueprints had this labeled as the 'master bedroom', but Zach had claimed it as his "social room". He settled his parents down on to the sofa before making the second trip of cookies and snacks. Lora felt she would burst from not being able to tell Cooper what she had discovered, but their son was too quick. "You have a good eye for furniture." Cooper ran his hand over the pseudo suede green fabric. "Not too many couches in this world that let us stretch right out." "What's the use of a couch that you can't sleep on? It was Val's bed when she visited." "What, you didn't share that colossal bed with your sister? She wouldn't take up much..." 
Cooper trailed off, his left eye twitching ever so slightly. Lora gnawed her lip and her darting, nervous eyes saw Zach's eye twitching in perfect synchronization with his father. Her mind began to speculate... Zach broke the stumbling silence. "Did Val's visit to you guys go well? Did she spill her big crazy plan?" "Yes." Cooper's big hands flexed as if gripping his nerves with brute strength. He spoke carefully and deliberately. "Yes, it was a very interesting visit. It really caught us by surprise. Her plan to move here, that is. That's what surprised us." Lora joined in. "We can't quite see the fascination of this town. I believe I'd been here once in my life before Harry made the move and now all three of my children will be living here. Harry had a great job opportunity at the time, so he makes sense. Your transplanting I sort of understand. I haven't seen Val so fired up about an idea since Kelvin proposed to her. What the heck did you do to your sister? " Zach's mug sloshed a tiny drop, which he caught with a napkin. He leaned out and took a cookie. "I guess she had a nice visit here. The way she told me, she wouldn't be so alone when Kelvin went on his business expeditions." He ate his cookie in one bite and pasted a smile on his face. Cooper readjusted his seat and recrossed his legs. He smiled softly. "I know you kids get along, but such an upsurge of brotherly-sisterly love is really something." Zach began to cough and choke. He waved his hand to stop his parents from leaping to their feet and stepped out to the bathroom. Keeping an ear out for her baby's condition, Lora turned to her smirking husband. She gave a half-smile and narrowed her eyes. "I think we're sharing a similar notion about our son. And our daughter." "I think we are." "You should see his bedside drawer. We need to buy some stock in safe sex businesses. Every pharmacy for blocks must be sold out of condoms." 
Cooper's thick eyebrows went up his forehead as his eyes widened. Then his smirk grew to a grin. "I've heard of late bloomers, but this is incredible. I guess a proper parent should be shocked or something. I'm feeling...jazzed." Lora cast a quick glance to the bathroom. The sound of water running came through the open door. She nibbled her lip. "Should we share our lifestyle secrets? About Val?" 6 Snowbirds Wiping his big hand over his chin, Cooper hissed between his teeth. "Well, I..." Zach returned, smiling and a little red-faced. "Sorry about that. I guess those cookies are a bit dry." A sharp knock beat out the tune of "shave and a haircut..." throughout the apartment. Zach turned, quirking his lips. "I wonder who that could be. No intercom buzzer, so must be a neighbour. Excuse me folks. Sorry." The musical babble of excited female voices distracted both McAllisters before they could resume their discussion. Both their mouths opened in half-smiles of wonder and they cocked their heads to better listen. "Sounds like the bachelorette party is moving up here." They could pick out "scavenger hunt" and "tattoo" from the chatter, with Zach's deeper voice trying to explain he had company in the next room. Then the female voices made a clear chorus of "Please, please, please." and one distinct "we'll make it up to you". Zach appeared at the door. He sighed and shook his head. "I'm sorry, Mom. Dad. You can probably tell it's a gaggle of girls from the party. They need my help for some sort of scavenger hunt. They're about three jello shots past their best company manners or logical discussion. Do you mind if I left you for a bit?" Cooper gave a short guffaw. "Son, jello shots are beside the point. You don't tell ladies that look that good 'no'. It's an investment in your future." Lora only nodded and made shooing motions with her hand. When Zach hesitated, she looked around and picked up the remote for the TV and waggled it. Zach grinned and disappeared, closing the door. The chatter muffled to near silence. She turned on Cooper. "Investments in YOUR future, you're hoping. I know you, my stud. Now that we're getting a sense of things around here, you're hoping your son can hook you up." "Idle dreams, my dear, only idle dreams." 
The closed door allowed one shriek of feminine laughter to slip through. Lora jumped to her feet. "If I can't see what's going on, I'm at least going to eavesdrop." Cooper clambered up and followed close behind. They opened the door a head's span and peeked down the short hallway, Cooper above and Lora below, like some zany sitcom. No people could be seen, but voices came clearly. "Okay, you want me to draw temporary tattoos? With indelible ink?" "Um...it does wash off eventually, doesn't it?" "Eventually. But they'll stay on through sweat and spilled drinks and other fluids that may splash today." A few giggles came of this. A throaty female voice spoke up. "Perfect. I'm going straight to a 19 point job." 
Another woman chuckled. The third (there seemed to be only three) gasped in a posh British accent. "Cindy, really?" "Listen, we want to win this thing, don't we? 2 points for a polite, public tattoo. Forget it. 9 points for a tattoo that would only be seen at the beach. Not bad. 19 points on skin only seen during sex." The sound of a long zipper running its course brought some appreciative murmurs and new giggling gasps. "Besides, it's not like Zach here hasn't seen the goods already." "For which I drop to my knees and thank my lucky stars every day." A husky pleasure resonated in Zach's voice. "That's my boy!" Cooper breathed a hot whisper in Lora's ear. His hand stroked up and down her side, from hip to the side of her breast. "Lucky sumbitch." "That's OUR boy." Lora whispered back, shifting back and bending enough to rub her butt into Cooper's resurging bulge. "Quite strutting your fine body around the room, girl. If you don't give Zach something to draw, all we'll get out of him is a hard fuck." "Ahem. I'll have you know that I am a professional. Artists see more nude women than doctors." 
The women laughed. Cindy broke in. "Okay, okay. I want a saucy monkey that looks like he's riding a unicycle, only it's my nipple where the unicycle is." "Ooh, good one. Let's give it a try. Sit in my chair here so I don't have to kneel. All right..." Cooper's palm ran over Lora's back in massaging motions, then dipped under and began to squeeze her hanging breast. Her nipple grew and rubbed against the soft material of her bra cup. She flexed her tight butt cheek to prod and mush against Cooper's trapped penis. Giggles and gasps popped down from the studio. "You have to sit still." "It tickles." "Some girl is having too much fun. That unicycle wheel is looking more like a barrel by the second." "I can't help it. They're sensitive." "I remember all too well." Cooper and Lora kept a relaxed motion of caresses, enjoying the "radio show". Cooper's hips softly pushed his groin rhythmically into Lora's wonderful cheeks. Meanwhile his fingers tickled and teased her skin through the material of her clothes. Every time he wandered back to her rock hard nipple, Lora gave a fresh whimper deep in her throat. Their physical moves might be slow and serene, but Lora's imagination crackled like a string of firecrackers. She created visuals of what she couldn't see in Zach's studio right now. Those images moved into the fascination of her bookish, quiet boy transformed into a sexual being. That bounced into the staggering evidence that Zach had left "normal" sex behind and soared into sex the majority of humans know only in fantasies and stories. If that was true, the sheer possibilities set her mind on fire. Then Cooper touched her nipple again and the whimper became a guttural moan. "How's that?" "Quite jiggling your tit. Oh, Zach, that's great! Go look at it in the mirror, Cindy." Blurry in brain and hot in body, the McAllisters managed to step away and back to carefully close the door. Not seeing a topless Cindy skip to the bathroom made Lora's teeth grind. Cooper muttered quietly into Lora's ear. "Is it totally out of the question to just go introduce ourselves? Please?" Lora took a deep breath and tried to be rational. "No. No. We can't. I want to, but we can't. This isn't some low budget porn flick. We can't assume Zach would be calm and cool with his parents barging out there. And the girls...if we're wrong at all, it'd be so messy." A couple of his own deep lungfuls of air and Cooper nodded. "When you're right, you're right." "I really, really hate being right." Cooper gave her a kiss on the top of her head. "I think it's safe to open the door." Carefully, she cracked, then opened the door. They resumed their positions. "...make up your mind, Marita. What sort of cat do you want? It's only a temporary tattoo." "Hush. My pussy needs respect. You pick, Zach. You're one of my hot little kitty's favourite visitors." 
"'Kitty'? Phooey. This pussy is a panther!" "Ooh, yes. Do that." A long pause. "Oh, my. Breath a little heavier while you're painting, baby. It's blowing smack on the right spot." Cooper leaned over and nuzzled through Lora's hair and on to the nape of her neck. She inhaled sharply and her eyes closed as the tongue tickled the tiny hairs. Her husband's hand went wide across her flat belly, massaging. "One panther, deluxe." "Oh, I can't see her over these stupid boobs. That bathroom mirror isn't low enough either. I know he's good, but how good?" "Honey, I think you need a few photos so you can that done as a real tattoo. Let me get my phone." "Good enough for me. Zach, sweetie, I can hardly wait until I have time to thank you properly for this." 
"Well...I'm giving you a group rate, so it seems only right that you pay as a group." "You are a naughty boy. Are all artists like you?" Zach's gasping moan travelled the length of the apartment. "Are all artists hung like you?" "I'd tell you two to 'get a room', but you'd just disappear down the hall at the speed of sound. We have to keep on the move here. What's it going to be, Astrid?" Lora felt sweat beginning to collect on her face and her breathing came deep and ragged. She dry humped harder back into Cooper's crotch as his hand pushed against her belly to bring her in. "You two nymphos are a very wicked influence on innocent girls like me. But, since Zach has his Artistic License and all, I guess it isn't truly stripping in front of a complete stranger, is it? Professional, as you said." "What's your tattoo choice, Astrid?" Zach's voice had a throaty quaver despite his claim to professionalism. Another long dress zipper sound underscored the chatter. "I've always fancied that man pushing a lawn mower across pubic hair as a laugh. But all I have to work with is this land strip. See?" "Umm...uh...how about we shorten it a bit with a razor, shaving at a sharp angle. Then a little man with a pair of hedge clippers." "Brilliant!" "I'll go get my razor." In a sexual daze, Lora and Cooper floundered back again to avoid being caught. They didn't move nearly as gracefully as the previous time and the door closed with a jerky click. Leaning against the wall, they waited with panting breath they couldn't quiet. They waited a long count of twenty. Zach didn't test the door. Once more Lora opened the doorway to voyeur...her overheated brain paused. "Voyeur" definitely meant to watch. With eyeballs. What was the listening version? "Auditeur"? "Marita, may I inquire why you're still prancing about in your nude glory?" "Only so poor Astrid doesn't feel self-conscious. And to make sure my tattoo dried completely." 
Cindy chuckled. "It's way too wet down there for five minutes in the open air to dry." "Oh, you are so right. I think I'll leave my panties here so both my kitties will have more than five minutes. That's all right, isn't it Zach? If I leave my panties here and come collect them later?" A zipper sound ascended the scale. Zach made some squeaky sound of agreement. Cooper growled in Lora's ear. Lora made much the same noise as Zach as her husband began to unbutton her blouse. He opened it enough to palm and caress her bare skin, slipping under the cups of her bra and tweaking her electric nipples. She pushed the door shut, uncaring if it latched quietly or not. 
Lora couldn't take her lips off Cooper as they fumbled back to the couch. She couldn't stop pawing at his arms, chest and anywhere she could reach. For all their experience, the mystery of buttons and zippers seemed beyond solving. He fell with a muffled thump on the couch and Lora swung a lithe leg to straddle his lap. She gripped his face in both hands and pressed her lips to hers, mouths opening wide, wet tongues dueling. Lifting the sofa, with Cooper on it, wouldn't match the effort Lora had in pulling back from her roaring passion. She kept her hands on Cooper's head, holding him from following with his sexy kisses. Her breath came in savage gulps. She locked eyes with him to make sure she had his attention. "Stop. We...we...can't. If there's any...chance Zach isn't...doesn't..." A slender conservative beige vein of Conventional Mother still ran through her body and soul. "...so humiliating...bad..." Cooper snorted a chuckle and shook his head. He brought his big hands up and cupped her head in return, the big palms warm on her cheeks, his thumbs wiping tears she hadn't noticed. "Woman...with all the little clues we've picked up on...with all that that mind-blowing, white hot tease talk we just overheard..." He brought her face down to his lips again and ravaged her mouth. He pulled back one second "...just shut up and fucking fuck me." Two buttons kept Lora's blouse in place. One she managed to undo and the other spun off to the other side of the room when she lost patience. The blouse sailed away after it. Cooper pulled her bra over her head. Her nipples sparked with the intensity of rubbing on his rough sweater. She writhed her torso against his chest, loving the pleasure-pain-pleasure, dropping her mouth to chew on her husband's neck. A quiet knock on the social room door nearly went unnoticed. Zach's voice came from the hallway, strained and forced. "Mom? Dad? I know you heard some, maybe all, certainly enough of the shenanigans in my studio. I'm going to have to come clean about my life since I moved here and hope you'll still talk to me after I'm done. Hello?" Some change in air pressure tickled Lora's naked, glowing wet back, telling her the door had been opened wide. Zach made a puppy-like squeak noise. Lora came over shy, the Conventional Mother burying her face into Cooper's shoulder. She whispered "I can't look at him. Explain it, please?" Cooper's deeper voice thrummed in his chest and vibrated her nipples. She scrunched her eyes shut and counted her thumping heartbeats. "Son, there seem to be a lot of secrets bouncing around this apartment. You have yours and we have ours. What is exciting and hilarious is that the secrets look to be damn near identical. Everyone in this room has a true gourmet hunger for sex." "Uhh...um...wow. What do we do..." Zach trailed off. Lora hissed between her teeth at the hesitation in his voice. Just nerves? Just confused? Or was it revulsion? Cooper jumped into Zach's uncertainty. "The biggest, guiltiest secret we carried until today was letting ourselves go and fucking our daughter three weeks ago. We now have a solid guess that you beat us to that sweet sex maniac by about a month. If we're wrong, I ask that you slip out, close the door and let me have a hot quickie with your mother. If we're right, gawdamn get your clothes off and get over here! Your mother needs you!" "Mother. Father." Iron certainty had returned to Zach's voice. "There is no way I am going to join in a threesome with my parents on that couch." 
Lora snapped her head up. She looked at Cooper's fearful expression and felt tears well up. "We're fucking on my bed. Why would we try to squeeze around on a couch? Jeez, parents are weird..." His voice trailed off as he walked away. Lora twisted around in Cooper's lap in time to see Zach's shirt sail back through the open doorway. "You little brat!" Lora sobbed and laughed as she leapt up and scampered after her son. "Teasing your mother like that! My heart can't take..." Zach stood ready for her charge. She leapt into his arms and he held her tight, bare chest to bare chest. One arm looped under her ass for support and one across her back to crush her close. Without hesitation, Lora erased any remaining trace of "conventional mother" away and mashed her lips to her son's, undulating her hot swollen tits against his firm young pecs. The kiss went on and on and neither seemed ready to stop the soft and savage pressing of lips and thrashing tongues. Stumbling back, Zach sat on the bed. The jerk and bounce broke the passionate lip bruising. Panting for breath, Lora stared into Zach's hazel eyes, reading a volcanic lust as hot as her own. Zach fell back on the mattress, gripping her denim-covered ass with both hands. He pulled and she shifted up so he could latch on to her fat, excited nipples. 
"GAAHH!" Her excited nipples became so sensitive. For it to be her baby boy sucking on them like he did so long ago made her clutch her arms around his curl-covered head and keep him in place. Lora could feel her cunt flooding with steaming moisture. Through the fire of desire, Lora felt hands pulling and fussing with her legs. She roused enough to realize it had to be Cooper, tugging to remove her pants. Twisting and straightening her legs allowed him pull the tight jeans straight off. A much simpler yank had her panties whiffing off. Lora lay fully nude on her son's big body, his pants scratching her pubes and thighs. She rolled off to the left to hit the cool satin sheet. Cooper stood there, naked, trim and lightly hairy, cock horn hard, sniffing her panties. He tossed them aside and leaned forward to work the fasteners on Zach's pants. That done, Coooper grasped the cuffs. Their son humped his hips up and bumped his legs and the pants were gone. "No underwear? Didn't I ever teach you anything? What if you were in an accident? Nobody would know to return this fat, lovely penis to me." Lora reached and wrapped her slender fingers with the newly done nails around her own son's cock. It pulsed in her hand, hard and ready. She stroked it slightly and lightly. Zach's head fell back and his moan made her shiver with pride and her cunt flow a little more. Cooper stretched out behind Lora, snaking his sausage between her thighs so it sawed across her taint, big plum head dipping in that hot vaginal sauce. He reached easily over her petite, slim body, caressing and pressing. Lora tightened her grip on Zach's cock and tugged with a bit more authority. Her boy's moan stuttered and he gasped. He rolled his head to smile. "That feels great." "Even if it is your mommy giving the handjob?" 
"Especially since it's my mommy giving the handjob!" Lora eased back again. "Tell us how you became a raging stud slut, son?" "It's...kinda hard to concentrate on story telling..." 
"Well, perhaps I'll stop so you can think clearly..." "NO! No. I'll manage." Zach's hips gyrated and lifted slightly in reflex to the pumping action. "I had had only enough sex to have actual practical experience on my resume. Jacking off and porn and a hot imagination had to be enough until I came to this building in my hunt for an apartment. I was full of new confidence with my physical shape-up, full of juice starting a new chapter in my life and this nice little apartment building is full of gawdamn nymphos and satyrs. Saying I came three times that afternoon doesn't even cover the sexual thrills that hit me." "Was that lovely Ms. Morgan part of those thrills? Anyone that hot has to be a mature slut." "I really shouldn't name names. It's..." 
Lora slid down to replace her fingers with her mouth. She whipped her tongue tip around the plum helmet, dipping under the foreskin, loving that musky male taste. "OH, fuck yes!! Yes, Morgan was one of them." Lora clamped her lips around the thick rigid shaft and slid down on a tight piston of saliva until her nose bumped into her son's balls. She had perfected deep throating years ago. Cooper's hand wandered her flesh at will, tweaking stiff nipples, massaging her hot little boobs and sliding down tickle the outer lips of her pussy. All the while keeping a steady sawing motion with his cock. "So, son, you like a mature woman. Good, good. Oh, the images I'm having of Morgan and your mother in this bed together. Fuck..." Zach's throat sounded tight and his breath came quickly. "That's...the start of my introduction into this fun. What....oh gawd...what about you guys?" His father's voice didn't sound too even either, but then, Lora's blood roared in her ears as she devoured the young cock. "Well, you know we were barely more than kids ourselves when you came into the world. We loved each other and we loved you from day one, but you were an unplanned little miracle. When you consider the fact we fucked any time and any where we could manage, it's amazing the odds didn't catch up with us sooner." Lora felt Cooper move and the mattress bounce and suddenly that cock she'd known since high school slid its magic way straight up her cunt. Lora hummed at the intense reaction rocketing up from her groin. He still did it to her after all this time. "So, as teen newlyweds, money was tight. Your young mother wasn't the artist she is today, but she ran with that crowd. Someone offered her money to be a nude life model. When they got an eyeful of her jaw-dropping naked beauty, the offers kept coming from all over the college and with private studios. Artists may state out loud that they want to paint every type of human shape, but smoking hot babes will never lack for modeling work." Zach's hips had begun to jerk a bit faster and the muscles in his stomach vibrated under Lora's palm. She slid up slowly and so his angry red cock fall from her mouth, letting the rocket's fuse slow down and cool off. She turned her head to give a sloppy side kiss to Cooper, and reached to push at his hip. She rose carefully to keep her husband's cock in her juicy cunt, up on to her hands and knees , her belly above Zach's face. Cooper followed with a bit of floundering, but achieved that one knee stance behind his bitch. His big hands gripped her slim hips and he began to doggy fuck her slow and deep. Her pussy made lewd squelching noises and the dark perfume of her juices filled the air. Zach came up on his elbows. He extended his tongue and flicked at her tits. 6 Snowbirds "That sounds pretty tame to me. Nude modeling." Lora had a turn trying to speak while being expertly plowed from the rear while her nipples were teased and flicked. "As...you told those young ladies...most artists, most of the time, treat the nude models...with total professionalism. Well, your dad was often exhausted after working construction all day, so we weren't getting as much fucking in as I wanted. Then, posing nude in front of strangers...OH...really fired me up. So, one horny artist got lucky. Then another. Then a small class of four. A quiet word went around that a particular model went beyond posing. I never actually asked for more money, but I almost always got a little something...ooh..EXTRA. Oh babe, you fuck so good." Lora savoured the feelings a moment. "I felt horribly guilty cheating on my new husband. Then I had an idea. I convinced my slab of beefcake to come modeling with me. Male models are always in demand. He was more of an exhibitionist than he was shy and he agreed. And then we became the couple who went beyond simple posing." Zach slithered around until his body lined up with his mother's. She looked down at his waving baton of meat. Then she felt his tongue lapping at her cunt while Cooper fucked her. "Oh, yes, son! Oh, you know how to use that thing. Yes, yes, yes." It only took seconds of Zach's dextrous tongue licking her in all the right places to trigger an explosion. Lora's hands clawed at the sheets. Her back muscles went rigid and her eyes went wide, staring at her son's cock without really seeing it. Her cunt clenched and held Cooper's penis as her orgasm crashed through her. Then she went as limp as overcooked spaghetti and fell forward to flop on the bed. She closed her eyes for a blissful moment. Lora came back into focus to the sounds of happy mumblings and groans behind her. She rolled over and around and sat up. "Oh, my." Lora leered in happy surprise to see Zach and Cooper wrapped in an energetic 69. Father sucked his son's hard rod with wet slurps and smacks. Son tongued and sucked his father's hard cock with an intensity that hollowed his cheeks. Even with such a recent orgasm, this bisexual enthusiasm between her two big men sent firecrackers popping in her cunt. She reached down and palmed her pussy, never blinking, watching every lick, listening to every groan. "Oh, I know I'm being greedy, but I need to fuck Zach. Please?" Cooper came off his son's penis with a loud pop of suction and grinned at his wife. He managed to keep his cock in Zach's mouth, though the angle wasn't perfect. "Do it baby, do it. Make him a mother fucker." The perverse lust of it made Lora's voice husky wild. She bounced to straddle Zach, his cock flailing just below the dripping lips of her pussy. "Do you want that, baby? Do you want to be a true mother fucker? Do you want to fuck mommy?" Zach didn't release Cooper's cock, but made a happy hum of urgent assent. 
Lora grabbed the cock of her first born in one hand, and by more luck than good aim, dropped perfectly on to the thick shaft, grounding down to the base in one stroke. Zach and Lora both sang out together in tuneless passion. Zach's cock felt so much like his father's, but subtly different. Wonderfully familiar, but new. Lora swivelled her hips and ground her loins to his, soaking his wiry hair, hissing as the thick slab touched every nerve inside her molten vagina. "Watch it babe. Your son nearly bit my dick off because of your moves." Lora began to fuck her son. She lifted up and down, her legs taut and flexing. Her knees couldn't do this like they once could, but the depraved power filling her would give her orgasm before her legs would begin to fail her. She thought sex with her daughter had been white hot perversion, but this went to a new lecherous place deep inside. She jackhammered on Zach's cock, clawing after the atomic orgasm waiting for her. Long moans and savage grunts and keen whimpers filled the bedroom. Sweat droplets flew. Lora's nostrils went wide and inhaled the animal reek of sex. 
Then Cooper bellowed, his big leg muscles clenching and jerking as he came. He slipped from the awkward pose he had held. His big dick popped free, whipping white strings of cum over his son's face, neck and mouth. 
 The hot cum splashing his skin seemed to trigger Zach and his hips bucked up hard into Lora, filling his mother's cunt with spurting fluid. "OH, fuck me, mom, fuck!" 
Seeing her men reach heaven did the trick for Lora, she dropped down on her son's cock like a bomb convulsed through an orgasm that shook her entire body, curling her toes and gritting her teeth. And then she slipped into darkness. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Sitting around the kitchen table in borrowed sweat pants and t-shirts, the McAllister family laughed and ate pizza and washed it down with cold beer. "Remember when you were about ten? Once a month, we'd send you and Harry and Val over to the Palliser house so their teenagers would babysit you. And the Pallisers would come over to play Bridge? Well, we never once cracked open a deck of cards. That's when your father learned to enjoy cock." "My official housewarming party was an orgy with ten invited guests. It went to twelve with a pair of party crashers...two cops responding to a noise and lewdness complaint. I only managed to have sex with the female officer." "It's been slow for some years. We went purposefully looking for a swinging snowbird condo community and boy-howdy, did we find one. It's such a first class operation, even without the sex lifestyle. The people are all great. We played it cool and proper when Val visited. We waved goodbye and then invited some folks over to make up for the lost week. Val had forgotten her wallet, used the gate code and walked in on a mini-orgy. Our neighbours made themselves scarce so we could talk things out. We didn't end up talking much. Now I know why the little scritch kept smirking and giggling at our guilt. She was way ahead of us." "I can't really explain the chain of events now. You'll have to trust me that it all made sense at the time for Val and me to be standing naked in my studio, drooling at each other's body. I swear it was not planned. Then Harry opened the door with the key I had lent him and walked in on us. The bubble popped and we fucked the day, and the rest of the visit, away." 
"Harry?! All my children are incestuous perverts? We're the late bloomers??" "Let's call Harry and get him over here!" "Y'know, Dad, I think my brother deserves the sweet spotlight attention I enjoyed. And, don't forget that Val will kill us if she misses the first family orgy." 

Lora smiled. "Then expect us to be here for a visit, oh, about two and half hours after she finishes her move."