12 comments/ 129472 views/ 24 favorites A Weekend to Last A Lifetime By: 75corner "Please, Daddy, slow down," Jennifer pleaded. She pressed her hand gently on her father's arm. "Not so fast, OK?" Steve grunted but didn't alter his pace. Jennifer studied his face, the set to his eyes and how he gritted his teeth. The muscles in his neck strained with tension. His arms were rock hard and his hands kept a firm grip. He looked at her but didn't really see her, so intent was he on what he was doing. "I'm not kidding, Dad. Slow down or stop." He looked at her again and let out a long, drawn-out breath. Her grip tightened on his arm. "Daddy, please. Let's stop for a moment. You need to calm down." He looked at her again and this time saw the fright in her wide eyes and a hint of moisture. Her eyes cut through the fog in his brain and he suddenly realized what he was doing. "I'm sorry, baby," he said and started to slow down. Tears were beginning to form in his eyes. "It's OK," she said, lightly stroking his arm. "Why don't we stop for a little while until you're relaxed?" "Sure," he mumbled. "Sure, sure." Jennifer continued to look at her father, her love for him causing her chest to hurt and a lump to form in her throat. He had been going through so much lately. So many unfair things were happening to him and he had no control over them. She felt she needed to be with him, to help him, to keep something sane in his life. She would be there for him even though her mother had forsaken everything their family was about. She smiled at him spontaneously. He smiled back and suddenly much of the tension drained from his face. He was a solidly built forty year-old, with brown wavy hair and just a hint of gray in his sideburns. He kept himself in fairly good shape, jogging regularly and lifting weights on the weekend. He stood six feet tall and had the slight beginnings of a belly, but still struck a handsome enough figure that women had no reason to complain about. "But still he's losing mom," she thought. "She's crazy to give him up." They were approaching a convenience store on their right. He flicked on the turn signal and pulled into the parking lot. He killed the engine, slumped down in the seat, rubbed his fists into his eyes and let out a long, slow breath. "I'm sorry baby," he said without looking at her. "Your mom just sometimes makes me crazy." "Hey," Jennifer smiled. "I know. I had to live with her for eighteen years too." He grinned at his daughter, then his face fell somber again. "I don't think we're going to make it back this time, Jen. This was supposed to be our big weekend away to patch things up." "Don't write off the whole weekend yet, Dad. She said she'd head out as soon as she was done with work." "Yeah, you see me holding my breath, right? Look, if she had any intention of coming, why didn't she send Billy and Heather with us? That would have been more logical than hiring a sitter." "Well, I don't want to say you have a point..." "But I do." "You're being pessimistic. Look on the bright side. The cabin won't be wasted. I mean, I'll have a whole weekend to tell you about the year of torture your college tuition money paid for." He tussled his daughter's hair and laughed. "What you don't know is that I paid extra for them to keep you under lock and key." "Oh? Well it worked. I didn't have time for a single date all year. Where is all this happy-go-lucky party-time college kids are supposed to have?" "I was only kidding about paying extra," he said, looking at the pout on her face. "You know that, right?" "Dad, you're such a sucker sometimes, you know," she beamed at him. "Come on; let's get up to the cabin. And try not to kill us this time." "This isn't what I reserved," he yelled. The desk clerk simply stared at him. "That's what's in the computer, sir. And don't raise your voice at me." "OK, OK. Just change it to a three bedroom for me, please." The clerk tapped his keyboard for a moment. "Sorry, no threes. Booked the last one an hour ago." "What? Look, I booked this thing weeks ago! I got a confirmation." He slammed some papers on the counter. The clerk glanced at them a second. "Yes, sir. That reservation was changed last night to a one bedroom." "Well, that makes no sense! How is my whole family supposed to fit in a one bedroom?" "I don't know, sir. I can check for a two." He turned and looked at his daughter. "Well, Jen. Would a two do? You'd have to bunk with your brother and sister." She shrugged. "We're supposed to be roughing it, right?" "That's my big girl," he smiled and turned back to the clerk. "We'll take the two bedroom." "OK. Just a minute. Whoops. It's gone." "What do you mean, gone?" "Well, it's the internet, sir. It just got booked out from under me." "From under you? I'll bet you're going home to a nice cozy fire while we'll be shivering in the car!" "You do still have the one bedroom reserved." "Look, you just tell me how the hell my reservation could get changed in the first place." "Well, only the credit card holder can do that." "Oh that witch," he yelled and whipped out his cell phone. "Roberta," he yelled after being connected. "You changed the three bedroom to a one bedroom?" "Well, yes, Steven. Seeing as I had to work this weekend, a three bedroom would have been a waste of money." "But I thought you were coming out as soon as you were through." "Well, things got complicated here. I won't be able to make it again." "Then you should have just cancelled the whole thing." "We would have lost the deposit." "Oh, you just have an answer to everything, don't you. Well, answer me this: Where is Jennifer supposed to sleep?" "Why, in the bedroom, of course. You wouldn't put her to sleep on the floor in the front room, would you? Use the sleeping bag. I'm sure you'll be comfortable in it." "You planned this, didn't you. You just wanted to ruin my weekend." "Well, I didn't plan work, and I was hoping that Jennifer would stay here with the kids." "Well, she didn't. The resort is out of rooms, so now we have a problem." "No, Steve. YOU have a problem. You're a big boy. Solve it." "Look, Roberta, you can't just go..... ".....She hung up on me! Can you believe it! She hung up on me!" "Dad," Jennifer said softly. "Let it go. You and me, we'll have fun this weekend no matter what, Ok?" He turned back to the clerk. "I guess we'll take the one." "I guess you will at that." The clerk shot back. While Steve fished through his wallet for his credit card, the clerk leaned on the counter toward Jennifer and gave her a lazy smile. "You know," he winked at her. "I know a spot in the forest, on a ridge, that's great for watching the sunset." "And not another soul around to ruin the perfect transition from day to night, I'll bet," Jennifer cooed back. "Yeah. It's perfect. So...eight o'clock I'll come get you?" "Not on your life," her voice iced over. "No one jerks my dad around like that and then takes me out." She flung her head around saucily and turned her back on him. "Whoa, bitch. Ice princess alert," the clerk mumbled and turned back to Steven. He met a man with fire in his eyes. "And no one says that about my daughter. Go fuck yourself. Cancel my reservation and refund my deposit or the management certainly will hear about your wisecrack!" "Well, that could have gone better," Steve said as he and his daughter stood outside looking forlornly at the car. "I guess we go find a motel or something." "Excuse me," a female voice said behind them. Steve and Jennifer turned to see a dark haired woman, maybe in her late thirties, wearing a bright blue sun dress and with a young, strapping man on her arms. "My son and I checked in just ahead of you. We couldn't help hearing your plight." "Yeah, it kind of sucks," Steve said as Jennifer suddenly gripped his arm tightly. "Hunk alert," she raised herself on tip-toes and whispered in his ear. He shot her a glance of incredulity but she was paying him no mind. She was fully engaged in ogling the black haired wonder dressed in shorts and t-shirt that showed off an athlete's physique. "Uh, pardon my daughter. I think she's starved for attention." "Hmmm, I'll say she's hungry, alright," the lady smiled. "Teenagers." And both parents enjoyed a small chuckle. "Hey, listen, my name is Becky. My son and I are out of Pennsylvania for the weekend. He's Bradley." "Hi, Brad. I'm Jenny," Jennifer waved and giggled. She held a hand out to him which he shook with a firm, confidant grasp. Jennifer practically melted and probably would have fallen to the ground if she hadn't been hanging onto her father's arms. "I'm Steve. From right here in Vermont. It's nice to meet you two. But listen, I don't mean to be impolite, but we have no place to stay and the nearest motel is at the bottom of the mountain. I'm hoping to get there before nightfall, so we should be pushing off now." "It's a shame for you to leave such a beautiful setting," Becky said. "Like I mentioned, we heard your plight. We have a two bedroom cabin. We wouldn't mind sharing." "Well, that's very nice of you. Are you sure? I mean, we don't really know each other and all." "Are you afraid I'll bite?" Becky said, looking at Steve from beneath lowered eyebrows. She then broke into a grin. "Dahhh-deee," Jenny whispered, bouncing on his arm. "Well, I suspect I am out-voted," Steve said. "You and my daughter in one room, Brad and I in another." "Sounds like a plan. Though you know what they say about best laid plans..." Becky called over her shoulder as she headed for her car. "Cabin 16 on the ridge." "Did you see him, daddy? Did you see him? Ohhhhh, what a chunk of meat. We're gonna have fun this weekend." "Um, daughter. Daddy sitting right here. Your father. Papa. The guy charged with guarding your virtue until you're married or 70, whichever comes later?" "Daddy, stop being such a prude. A body like that only comes along once in a lifetime. And hey. Becky is no slouch either. I bet we put her in a bikini and you'll be drooling like an idiot." "Jennifer! Geez. When did it become OK for you to talk to me like that? Still the husband of your mother, remember?" "Kill joy," Jennifer pouted. "Dad. Get real, OK. Mom doesn't care about you or us anymore. She's got her job and her horny-ass boss to keep her company. You need to loosen up, smell the mountain air and realize that you can have a life too." "OK. I am really going to have a talk with your college dean. What in the hell are they teaching you down there?" "Oh, stop blaming the college, Dad. I told you I had a dry year and I meant it. I haven't had a good lay since graduation night." Steve looked at his daughter wide-eyed. "I told you before, Jen, I am not comfortable talking about your sex life. Just because I didn't put a stop to your frolicking when I caught you at it doesn't mean we can chat it up like beer buddies." "Why not?" Their conversation was interrupted by their arrival at the cabin and Jennifer jumping rapidly out the car to run up to Steve. "Wow," Jennifer said, spinning around and taking in the view from the ridge. "This place must have marvelous sunsets." "Yeah," Brad grinned. "So the desk clerk said." "Oh, you heard that," Jennifer said sheepishly. "Yup. And I loved the way your dad slapped him down. He really looks out for you, doesn't he?" "Yeah. He's my heart, but a little stiff and prudish sometimes." "Yeah. Aren't all parents. But my mom is pretty cool most of the time. Heck, she even smokes pot with me. You do pot?" "Sometimes. My dad and mom too, though they don't know I know. Or that I do." "Hmmm, well my mom brought a stash along. Wanna bet that sunset will look ten times better through the smoke from a blunt?" "Cool. Let's hurry and unpack." The sunset was everything advertised with the four of them reclining on the porch getting mellow. Soon the night air moved in, bringing a slight chill with it and they moved the pot party inside. "Break out the chips and beer, why don't you Brad," Becky said and plopped down on the couch beside Steve. He was acutely aware of her presence and her perfume. More specifically, he noticed her arm, warm and cuddly, pressed firmly against his. "You have a beautiful daughter, Steve. Quite a handful, though." "Yes, she is. She's my light. So full of life. Too full, sometimes." "Mmmmm. She seems to be hitting it off quite well with Brad. But what's your story. I take it you and the wife are not getting along all that well." Steve slumped in the couch a little. "Yeah. She took this big job transfer in another city a couple years back. Only gets home on weekends. It didn't bother me. I took care of the kids fine. But then she had this affair with her new boss. I suspected and then one day was stupid enough to confront her with it. She wasn't even apologetic. Somehow twisted it so that it was my fault. I've tried everything I could think of to patch our relationship up, but nothing seems to work. This weekend was supposed to be our big 'kiss and make-up' time but she had to stay to work." "Wow, that's tough. I don't know if you need any advice from a single mom, but I would call a marriage I wanted to keep more important than a job any day." She rested her hand on his hand and squeezed comfortingly. Jennifer and Brad reappeared out of the kitchen laughing about something and plopped down on the floor at the foot of the couch with a couple ice cold six packs and a big bowl of chips. "Hey, they got satellite radio," Brad boasted and grabbed a remote from the arm of the couch. He flipped through channels with Jennifer leaning over his shoulder trying to press buttons until they settled on a station. "That's the groove," Brad said and dropped the remote. Jennifer stood up and pulled him by the hand. "Come on. Wanna dance?" Brad rose to his feet and started gyrating to a pop beat with Jennifer twirling in circles about him. "Well, they seem to be enjoying themselves," Becky said. She lit another joint, took a couple puffs and handed it to Steve. "Young love, or whatever," Steve mumbled, taking a toke. "Do they even have love anymore or just other four letter words like fuck and suck." Becky pushed him playfully on the shoulder. "Don't be so crass, Steve. Have you forgotten what it was like when we were young?" "No. I caught the tail end of the sexual revolution. But still, I don't recall flaunting it about in front of our parents." "Hey, children of the revolution, you know. And heck, you and I are still young, still capable of getting down and getting it up." "Are we," Steve said, casting her a glance. Becky just smiled back and removed the joint from his fingers. "Hey, you guys hogging the goods?" Brad asked and snatched the joint from his mom. He helped it into Jennifer's mouth. She took a big hit, then leaned into Brad, kissed him and shared the smoke with him. "Yum," he said. "Good stuff." "I hope you're talking about the weed," Steve said. "Um, yep. Of course." "Hey," Jennifer exclaimed and punched him in the chest. "Rock and a hard place," Becky laughed. Jennifer changed the music to a soft rock station and melted into Brad's arms. He glanced once at Steve, who didn't voice an objection, then placed his arms around Jenny and started to sway smoothly with her. "Come," Becky said standing up. "Let's go look at the stars. I'll roll us another joint." "Chilly out," Steve said, but still got to his feet. "Oh, I think I'll manage to stay warm." Outside it was fully dark. Crickets were chirping and once in a while a frog would call out in a high pitched voice. Becky had finished rolling the pot and they both had had a couple fresh hits apiece. They sat silently a while, listening to the night noises. "I love the sounds of nature," Becky finally said as she snuggled up beside Steve on the porch swing. "It makes everything so romantic." She felt Steve stiffen a little beside her. "Still thinking about your marriage?" "Uh, huh." "I can cure you of that, you know." "Yeah," Brad sighed. "I'm sure you could. It's just..." At that moment he heard Jennifer giggle then gasp sharply. Brad moaned in a manner that could only signal one thing. Steve started to sit up in the swing, but Becky pulled him back. "Let the kids be kids," she said. Steve relaxed slightly, but he couldn't fully take his mind off the sounds of his daughter making love drifting out through the window. "Don't shut it out," Becky whispered. "Listen to it and be happy they are happy." He picked out Jennifer's long slow breaths from Brad's more hoarse grunts. Their breathing formed a rhythm, almost hypnotic. He heard the couch squeaking slightly and, once in a while a whisper and a giggle. His daughter's breathing rose in frequency, then he heard high pitched gasps escaping her throat. The couch's protests became louder, more rapid. He heard Jenny's sharp intake of breath, a muffled "Ohhhh", then a long, mewling sigh as she came. Brad's efforts continued as Steve heard his child softly calling out Brad's name. "Listen to the crickets," Becky whispered softly as she kissed his cheeks. Her right hand stroked his chest, slowly moving downward in a light, circular pattern. "The crickets are calling for their mates," she continued. "So are the frogs." Steve listened to the sounds of the animals around him. In the distant there was a soft "coo". Further away, a fainter sound responded. He heard wings take flight. "Those are the sounds of nature in love. Each cricket finding another cricket. Each frog looking for its perfect mate. All of nature is making love tonight. Nature is the sound of love." Her hand found the hard bulge in Steve's pants and she lightly stroked it. "We are part of nature, Steve." She rubbed his cock softly and leaned over to kiss him. He responded slowly, opening his mouth slightly to her tongue. She pressed further on his lips and he slipped an arm around her shoulders. She grasped his member through his pants, giving it a slight squeeze. He hugged her body to him, sucking on her lips, drinking in her natural essence. Her thigh slid up to his lap as her hand found his zipper and undid his fly. She reached her hand inside and held the warm flesh of his pulsing cock. He reveled in the touch a moment before suddenly gasping and breaking the kiss. He gently pushed her body away from him. "Becky, no." "Steve" "Please, Becky." He looked down at his penis, standing fully upright through his jeans. Becky's soft hand was still on it, moving ever so slightly. "What do you want, Steve?" Becky asked, continuing her motion. "I, I don't know." He barely got out. "I don't want to cheat." "Are we cheating? Or are we just enjoying a moment in time?" "I don't know." His voice was croaking as Becky continued with her expert touch. "We only have what life gives us. Only what nature tells us to do. We only have the moment." She slid down and slowly, softly, achingly put her mouth around his penis. He gasped and shuddered at the contact. She looked up a moment and whispered: "Listen to the music of nature," and put her mouth back over his cock. She was careful with him, not rough, not fast, not quick. Her hand remained on the base of his penis, stroking lightly while her mouth formed a soft chamber for it to reside in. Her tongue ran its length slowly, causing him to shiver with the sensation. She felt his hand rest on her back, move to stroke her hair and she herself relaxed slightly, knowing he wouldn't now interrupt her task. The night sounds drifted over them, intermingled with the soft music coming from the radio and sometimes, rising over it all, the gasps of their children making love just inside. A Weekend to Last A Lifetime She moved her hand a little faster at the right moment, causing his hips to arch, pushing his cock a little further into her mouth. She began to suck fervently at the tip and felt his body straining. His breathing came in rapid gasps as his hands gripped and released her hair. She pumped smoothly, increasing the tempo. Her tongue touched sensitive areas beneath his head and he grunted. She felt the tell-tale swelling of his meat, sensed the increased throbbing of his veins, and relaxed her mouth as he started bucking upwards into it. His fluid came, rushing out as he gasped and bent over her back. She fondled his cock lovingly as he spurted, emptying himself into her mouth. He jerked again, ejaculated again, then was still, except for the quivering of his thighs, the shivering of his body. His hand tightly held a fistful of her hair, but slowly too he relaxed his grip until he sat panting, resting his hand in her hair, while she quietly nursed his softening cock back to its flaccid state. She lay is his lap, gently licking the last of his fluid from his penis, touching the tip of his cock with her tongue, watching it jump from the sensitive contact. She let it fall from her mouth, cupping it in her hand, loving it for the thing it was. They stayed like that a few minutes. Steve came down from his orgasmic high slowly, but did not move. Becky stroked his thigh then rolled over onto her back, hair nestling in with his penis. She stared up at him, took in his closed eyes, his slightly open mouth. When she rolled over, his hand had slid from her back and now rested fully on her left breast. She raised her hands to it and pressed his hand tightly to her bosom. "Can you feel my heart," Becky asked. "Yes, I can." "Do you want this heart tonight?" "I....don't....know. I'm sorry." "Hey," she whispered, sitting up and stroking his face with a hand. "Never be sorry. Always be you." She leaned in and kissed him. He held her, shivering, and tasted his cum on her tongue. He suddenly felt guilty that she had given him the treat of her mouth and that he now hesitated to respond in kind. He broke the kiss. "I...it was wrong of me to let you do that when, you know, I..." "Shhh," she pressed a finger to his lips. "Shush, you'll spoil it. You didn't make me do anything. It's nature. And one good thing about nature...there is always tomorrow." She repositioned herself in the swing chair so that her back leaned into his chest. Then she pulled his arms around her, making certain one of his hands rested against her left breast. She settled in against him and sighed contentedly. "Relax for now. We have all weekend." When they went inside, hours later, they found their two children sprawled naked and unconscious on the cabin floor. "You'd think they could have found a room," Steve said, bending to pick up his daughter. "Call of the wild," Becky said while trying to rouse her son. "Which room?" "Not together," Steve said, straightening up. Jenny snuggled into his arms with a sleepy sigh. "Prude," Becky teased, sticking her tongue out. "Ok. Each their own for now, but tomorrow night, I suspect the arrangements will change." Steve stared at her, wondering, but she broke eye contact and returned her attention to her son who was groggily coming to. She shuffled walked him into her bedroom and shut the door. Steve walked over to the other bedroom and gently deposited his naked daughter on the bed. He sat beside her, stroking her hair and face, contemplating the product of his flesh beside him. He loved her more than life itself and felt conflicted that his little girl, the happy go lucky kid, the tom boy who tossed baseballs around with him, was now a full grown woman, unabashedly sexing with men. Something ached inside him at the knowledge that she had been penetrated by a man. He tried to shake it off. She was an adult, making her own choices and decisions. She was no different than he was, seeking out people to fuck, to enjoy, to conquer. Her naked form beside him presented a problem and he pulled the bed sheets to cover her up. There was only the queen sized bed in the room, with nothing else except the hard floor to sleep on. He thought about the couch, but did not relish the thought of sleeping in Brad's juices. So he gritted his teeth, lay down on the bed with his clothes still on and curled up to go to sleep beside his daughter. Before he drifted off, however, he caught noises coming from the next room. A bed was squeaking, slowly but surely. He thought he heard an "Oh, mom" escape into the air, but wasn't certain. The squeaking grew more rapid and now, definitely, he was hearing moans and sounds of lovemaking. He pondered the significance of Becky and Brad, mother and son, getting it on. He couldn't quite wrap his thoughts around the concept. Instead, he listened to the sound of the crickets and let nature take its course while he drifted off to sleep. The next morning, in that floating stage between sleep and wake, he became aware of a warm body snuggled up behind him. A sultry female arm draped over his left side and gently caressed his chest. "Mmmm," he mumbled. "Roberta," and rolled over to embrace the female form behind him. Their legs intertwined and arms snaked together. His morning erection pressed soothingly against a warm female belly. He adjusted his head to a comfortable spot in the crook of her shoulders. His chin rested on the swell of a beast and his mouth automatically found a nipple and engulfed it. He fell back asleep with a comforting hand stroking his hair. Ten minutes later he was wide awake and pushing away from his daughter. "Jennifer, what the fuck," he whispered savagely while trying to untangle himself from his daughters arms and legs. "Daddy, stop it," Jennifer whispered back firmly. "You stop acting like a jerk, right now!" Steve stopped struggling, mindful of Becky and Brad in the other room. He didn't want an open fuss with his daughter in front of them. "Jesus, Dad, sometimes...oooohhh, sometimes I just wonder about you." "Wonder about me? Christ, girl, you're my child, for heavens sake!" "You think I've forgotten that," she whispered back harshly. "I am beginning to suspect you have. Dad, we're cuddling for Christ's sake, not fucking or anything." "And you really don't see anything wrong with that?" "With cuddling with my dad? Hell no. What's your problem?" "God, Jennifer, you're nude!" "You didn't seem to mind a few minutes ago." "I was sleeping, dammit." "Yeah. Sometimes you're much cooler when you're unconscious. "Daddy, please, what's wrong with me wanting to be next to you? I feel safe with you. Comfortable. You know...just you and me...relaxed. God, can't you feel the same way? Just relaxed, no strings, no obligations, no pressure?" "I really don't follow you, young lady." "Dad," she said, stroking his arm lightly. "It's you. It's me. No fucking, just cuddling. Do you understand what it means to just cuddle with nothing else being expected of you? To be able to relax in the arms of a man without him wanting to roll over on top you? You're my dad. I just want to feel warm and cuddled and protected and loved." "You can do that with your clothes on, can't you?" "Well, they just happen to be off. Does seeing your own daughter nude bother you?" "I would rather think that being seen nude by your father would bother you." "Why? You've seen my body before. And you're not the rapist type." "Nor the incestuous type." "God, daddy. You sure know how to spoil a mood." She rolled over in the bed and faced away from him. "Jennifer?" he tentatively touched her arm. "Daddy, just hold me or leave. Though I'd much prefer if you just held me," she said without turning around. He pondered a second. He did enjoy the time he spent with his daughter and was particularly proud of how close they were. They'd spent many a time in each others arms, publicly and privately, without giving it a second thought. He had bathed her when sick, changed her diapers of course when she was a baby, been clothes shopping with her, held her squirming, bikini-clad flesh when playing at the beach or in the pool. None of it had been sexual, but all the times had been pleasurable. "I guess she's right," he thought. "There's nothing wrong with father and daughter holding each other as long as there is no sex involved." He certainly hadn't thought it wrong to fall asleep in the same bed with her when there was no other option. How much different was this except for the fact that she was an awake, hot bodied, 19 year-old resting naked beside him. He almost got out of the bed right then but suddenly, impulsively, sidled up to his daughter, spoon fashion. She sighed as his body made contact with her. He brought his legs forward to cup her when his forgotten morning hard-on impacted the flesh of her butt. "Shit," he said, pulling back. "What, Daddy," she responded, reaching back with her right arm to grab his hips and pull him back in contact with her hips. "That's all right. Only natural. Besides, you have you pants on." Steve took a deep breath and let it out. Where had he gone wrong with his child? She grabbed his arm and tucked it around her bare belly. Next she lifted her head and brought his left arm around under it. She pressed back into his chest and adjusted herself until she was comfortable. "Just relax, Daddy. Go back to sleep. It's still very early in the morning." He tried to relax, to bask in the simple pleasure of the embrace of his daughter. But he couldn't quite fall back asleep, not yet. He took a deep breath through his nostrils, pulling in the scent of her hair. Her right arm on his pressed his hand tightly to her belly and her bum pressed on his penis in a manner that guaranteed his hard-on wasn't going anywhere soon. She also played with his left hand with her left, lightly strumming his fingers with hers. At one point she put his hand to her mouth and kissed the back of it. He began lightly rubbing her stomach, partially flexing and un-flexing his hand on her belly. "Uhmmm, Daddy. That feels good," she mumbled. He pulled her closer, feeling her innocent love of him and finally let his inhibitions go and began to drift off, back to sleep. When he again awoke, an hour later, he found his hand cupping her left breast. He wasn't startled or panicked this time, but rather felt a calm joy that his daughter entrusted him to touch her most intimate parts. The weight of her D-cup pressed his hands and he enjoyed the feel of its firm smoothness in his palm. He slowly raised his hand against the round curve of her breast and softly stroked it, exploring the feel and sensation of her intimate part. He ran his thumb over her nipple and felt it come erect. He ran his thumb back over it, then clasped it lightly between that thumb and forefinger. Jennifer sighed and rolled over onto her back. She opened her eyes and smiled sleepily at him. He continued massaging the teat, looking into his daughters dreamy eyes. "Mmmm, Daddy. Come'ere." She raised her left arm to his head and pulled him to her lips for a morning kiss. "There, Daddy. Wasn't that better than sleeping on the floor?" "Much," he said and slid his hand back to a more respectable resting place on her stomach. "Uhmmm. You didn't have to stop," she said, stretching and yawning from her prone position. "I think its best that I do," he said, sitting up. She sat up to and reached over and hugged him. "Daddy knows best," she smiled and clambered over him to get out of the bed. "Let's see what the others are up to. I want to test out that lake this morning." "Good idea," he said, getting out of bed as well. " I could use a nice hot shower first, though." "Me too," she called, shrugging into a robe. "I call dibs on the hot water." And she dashed out of the room. He followed her out a minute later to find Becky and Brad already up and eating breakfast. "Hey, sleepyhead," she winked up at him. "Morning, people," he said, sitting down. He pointedly refused to make eye contact with Becky or Brad, thinking about the sounds he had heard the night before. "You haven't said what you think of my swimsuit," Becky said, forcing him to look at her. She was wearing a blue one-piece patterned with darker blue flowers. It hugged her body nicely, making her look more like a shapely teenager than a mother approaching middle age. The top cut deeply into her cleavage, accentuating her 'C' sized breasts and showing a few freckles that dotted the top of her chest. "Sexy," Steve mumbled over a mouthful of cereal. "Ah, there's hope for the man yet." They heard the shower turn on in the bathroom. Jennifer then called out: "Hey, can someone grab me a towel? I forgot it in the room." "I'll get it," Brad said, standing up from the table. "No, I'll get it," Steve countered, almost spilling his cereal with the haste in which he stood up. "Oh, sit down, Steve and enjoy your breakfast. What's Brad going to see that he hasn't already?" "That's what I am worried about," he said to Brad's receding back. "Oh, you are a funny guy," Becky laughed. Alone at the table, Steve focused his attention on Becky. "Since we're alone, I want to ask you about last night, after we came inside. You and Brad. I heard through the walls." "And?" Becky glared intensely at him. "I mean, Jesus, he's your son." "That I know. I was there when he was born." "You know what I mean." "Yes, I know what you mean and I am not certain I like the tone of your voice. Brad and I are both consenting adults. We were both horny. We were both in the same room together. What of it and where do you get to judge what I do with my own son?" "Maybe what you get to do with your son is your own concern, but not when he just finished making love to my daughter. However right or wrong your incestuousness may be in anyone's book, you still took your son and cheated on my daughter. Did you even give a care in the world to how she would have felt had she heard?" "I suspect," Becky said sternly, "that your daughter would have joined us!" Steve sat silent, staring at Becky, jaw moving slightly. "Maybe sharing this cabin wasn't such a good idea," he finally said. A silence grew between them that was only broken when a female scream escaped from the bathroom followed by a shrill: "No, Brad, no! Don't you dare!" and a series of giggles and laughter. "Those two seem to be hitting it off well," Becky said. "Why is there a problem between us?" "I believe you well know why." "You know, Mister High and Mighty," Becky tossed out nonchalantly. "I had your dick in my mouth last night." Steve opened his mouth to protest. "Not that I am complaining," she interrupted. "It was a sweet tasting dick and I'd like to have it there again. A couple of other places too. Fact is, you left me dripping wet, incredibly horny and high as a kite. You sent me to my room with a nude man with a very impressive organ. I took advantage of that, not giving a hoot in the world who he was to me. Not that it is any business of yours, but that was the first time he and I ever did anything like that. But you know what? I enjoyed it and, your scorn aside, frankly I'd love to have him again. "Next time you and I get all hot and bothered...yes, next time...because you are kinda cute even if slightly thick in the head, follow through and then you won't have to be so fucking jealous in the morning." She stood up abruptly from the table and marched into the living room and almost collided with Brad and Jennifer who bolted from the bathroom at a run. "I'm gonna kill you," Jennifer was screaming, fully nude and chasing after the boy, snapping a towel at him. "Only if you catch me," he responded and dashed behind Steve's chair for cover. "OK, you two, that's quite enough," Steve yelled. "Jennifer, you go put on some clothes this instant." "Aw, Daddy," Jennifer stopped and pouted. "Killjoy," Becky murmered. Steve and Becky locked glances. "You've got a problem, buddy, and I'm going to be your cure," Becky said icily. She pulled down one strap of her swimsuit, exposing her right breast. "Becky," Steve shouted, "Are you crazy?" "Are you going to stop me?" She pulled down the other strap and stood topless before them. Jennifer glanced at the frozen tableau, from Becky to Brad to her father, then back to Brad again. "Brad," she whispered, hardly believing what she saw in his face. "Brad," she yelled, finally breaking the boy's rapt stare from his mother's bare bosom. "Uh, yes, Jen." "That's your mother. Me. Look at me." "Uh, yes, Jen." He moved from behind Steve and went to Jen, wrapping his arms around her from behind and giving her a quick kiss. "But she's so beautiful, isn't she?" "Yes, she is." Jennifer was aware of Brad's growing erection pressing into the small of her back. "Wouldn't it be cool," he whispered. "You and me. Your dad and my mom?" "Yeah," Jennifer sighed, swaying slightly in Brad's engulfing arms. "How cool would that be." Steve had stood up from the table now, taking in Becky's half nude form and the sight of his naked daughter in the arms of her son. "You have issues, Steve, that I believe the rest of us think you should have left at the bottom of the mountain," Becky intoned. "Here we are, in the middle of nowhere, three of us uninhibited and having fun. Who knows what Monday will bring, but right now, this weekend, here we are. My son and your daughter are getting it on, more power to them. I'm hot, horny and in my prime locked in a cabin with two hot as hell studs. One way or the other, I am getting laid everyday this weekend. If I have to join Brad and Jen to do that, so be it. However, I would much rather have you drilling me to the mattress." She shucked the rest of her suit and stood in magnificent naked glory before them all. "I'm going to your room, Steve. I expect you to follow." She turned on her heels and marched to the bedroom, shapely hips swaying hypnotically all the way. "Oh shit, shit, shit," Jennifer mumbled. She turned in Brad's arms and faced him. "Fuck me now, Brad. Fuck me right now!" "Your father..." "Fuck him," she shot back and yanked Brad down to the floor. With just a glance at Steve he yanked off his shirt and buried his head between Jennifer's breasts. She clamped his head with her hands and moaned loudly. Steve stood there shocked, his heart pounding heavily in his chest. Peripherally, he heard his daughter moaning on the floor and saw her squirming excitedly beneath Brad's half nude body. He was lost, his world spinning around him, not knowing what to do next. Almost in a daze he walked towards his bedroom. Finally standing in the entrance, he saw Becky resting comfortably on the bed, fully nude, arms folded behind her head and legs spread open. "Why don't you close the door," she said softly, and show me that you are not a complete jerk after all. He complied, closing the door quietly and went over and sat down on the bed. He gingerly touched Becky's breast, eliciting a sigh from her. He touched her other breast with his other hand and found himself stroking two nicely formed mammaries. Becky closed her eyes and enjoyed his manipulations. "Suck them," she instructed. He lowered his lips and took a cherry red nipple full into his mouth. He let out a long breath of pent up frustration, then dove full heartedly into her mounds of joy. "Yes," she said, pushing her breasts closer together with her hands. "Oh, yes, eat them up." Steve slurped from one breast to the other, hungrily consuming the massive feast offered up to him. "Ohhhhh, God," she moaned as he mashed her breasts together and took both nipples into his mouth at once. A Weekend to Last A Lifetime "Aiyyyeee," she screamed as he flicked his tongue rapidly between her nipples. "Uhhhhhh" she grunted as she felt the first throes of orgasm from his ministrations. She forced her chest into his face. He mashed her tits with his hands and soothed the crush with his saliva. He attacked her chest like a mad man, consuming with delight the milk glands before him. "Yes," she moaned. "Yes, yes, yes!" As her body thrashed upwards, as the wave of her orgasm hit. While she caught her breath, Steve stood up beside the bed and slowly took off his clothes. Becky stared up at him lovingly and stroked one of his legs with her hand. "You're a seductive little witch," Steve said unbuttoning his shirt. "You're a slutty little whore who is going to get what she deserves." "And what's that," she cooed, walking her fingers up to caresses the hard bulge in his pants. "I'm going to fuck the living daylights out of you," he said, unbuckling his pants. "Oh, God, no." "Yes, and you are going to take every last inch of it." His trousers and underwear dropped to the floor and nine inches sprung free into the air. "Oh. Please, be gentle." "Not on your life," he said, giving his long cock a couple strokes. "I am going to feed you this and you are going to enjoy every single moment." "No. That's too much." "Not nearly, you conniving little bitch," he said, getting between her legs. "Please, at least let me get wet," "You're always wet, you whore." He placed his tool at the entrance to her vagina. "You...gonna...fuck...me... raw?" "Yes," he breathed, pushing in an inch. "Ohhhh Goddddd," she wailed. "I'm gonna fuck you raw." He pushed in further, feeling her soft tissue part before his invader. "I'm gonna fuck you, fuck you, fuck you." And he pushed and withdrew, pushed and with drew until suddenly he was deep inside her chasm feeling like he was falling, falling, falling for an eternity. He fell full upon her body. "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you," he said as he pushed in and out, feeling the goodness of her insides. "Fuck you, bitch, fuck you!" Her flesh wrapped his organ as he took her sex. She lay there, unmoving but gasping, as he used her body to let years of marital frustration out. "God I'm going to tear you apart," he shouted as he started rapidly drilling into her. "Give it to me, bitch, You give it to me!" He fanned his unit into her, crushing her to the bed, rising in tempo as her flesh urged him on. He grunted with strain and passion as he tried to pump his very essence into her. "I'm going to cum in you, slut. I'm going to put my cream all up inside you." "Yes," she said, "I want your cream. Give me you cream." "You want my cream, huh? You slutty little bitch, Huh? You want my spunk, huh? You want my shit in you? Huh?" With each "huh" he bottomed out, jabbing her hard. Her hands came up to his butt, yanking him into her. "Yeah, you want it, bitch. You want my meat!" "Yes, I want your meat. Give me your meat! Give. Me. Your. Meeeaaat!" And she ground her hips up against him, yelling loudly her words as she felt his dick grow bigger in her, as she felt him tense, as she heard his scream then suddenly felt his explosion. He trounced on her, expending all his energy spewing inside her. "Take it slut! Uhhh! Take it, you bitch! Uhhh. Take it, damn Youuuuuuuu!" And he emptied, gushing forth his water, spraying her insides with each savage thrust. "God, take it!" he yelled as years and years of frustration tumbled out of his body onto the lovely form of Becky, lying on the bed below him. He crashed down on her, breathing hard, hips still pumping, tossing the last throes of his orgasm into her body. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," he said as he rolled off of her onto his back. "Oh shit, oh shit oh shit," he mumbled, closing his eyes. Becky turned to him, stroking his chest, kissing his breast, reaching down and softly fondling his softening, sensitive cock. "That's my big boy," she said softly, resting her head on his chest. "That's the way I like it." Outside, Brad and Jennifer were on hands and knees, doggie-style, listening at the door to their parents fuck. "Man, your dad can really dish it out. I've never heard my mom go on like that!" "You, listen, to your mom, a, lot, do you," Jennifer gasped as she pushed back and forth on Brad's rod. "She gets loud sometimes," he replied, fondling her dangling breasts. "But never that loud." "Ummm, I guess my dad has what it takes, just like you," she waggling her ass up and down against his crotch. "Shit, girl, don't do that, you'll make me cum!" "That's the idea," she grinned over her shoulder. "Yeah? You a slut just like my mom? Huh?" he straightened up and slapped her buttocks. "Ow! Yeah, you don't know half the slut I am yet!" She slammed back against him and reached under to fondle him balls. "Gah-h-h-h-ddd. I'm not going to hang on." "Then don't! Make me cum!" He grabbed her waist and started pounding into her. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," she moaned. "Faster! Harder, Brad, Harder!" He bit is lips and dug into his task. His hips were a blur as Jennifer literally start to howl. "oooooooouuuuhhhh----oooooouuuuhhhhh---- ooooooooooouuuuuuhhhhh!" Her head collapsed to the floor and she started to tremble uncontrollably as Brad hammered her. "Umhhh," he grunted as he slapped her hips again, then again, and then again. "Shit, Jen, I'm going to...." And he splashed into her. He fell on her back, pushing her to the floor as his penis erupted into her vagina. He humped her butt. Pushing his fluid deeper into her as she grunted and moaned from the penetration. She squeezed her butt, gripping his ejaculating penis, causing his eyes to pop open and making him gasp. "Shit" he yelled, as extra sensation filled him and his orgasmic cycle started afresh, trying to pump fluid into her that no longer existed. "Oh fuck," he gasped as her butt clenched his dick again, tight softness milking him in a torrent of ecstasy he didn't expect. Involuntarily his hips thrust into her buttocks again, pushing his dick wetly into her vagina. "Ayyy," she cried out, experiencing her own secondary spasms. "Oh, man," he let out, giving her buttocks a few more, small, spontaneous thrusts. He began softening in her, but kept his meat buried in her flesh, enjoying the hump of her butt in his crotch, the feel of her vagina shrinking to continue to enfold his softening dick. "Oh, God," he murmured when his penis finally shrank free of her vagina. He stayed resting on her a moment, not wanting to let go of the feeling of her behind against him. He rubbed her shoulders, kissed her neck, then rolled off onto his back to lay on the floor beside her. "You're like a miracle," he said, lying there wasted. Inside the room, mother and father listened quietly as their children finished having sex. Becky still lay with her head resting on Steve's chest. Her fingers had already reawakened his penis and gently stroked it. "Make love to me," she whispered. "I want to feel loved, like a lady." Wordlessly, Steve rolled over and began kissing her. His right hand found her left breast and gently caressed it. His penis found the spot between her thighs and he slowly, smoothly entered her. "Oh, yes," she whispered at the penetration, closing her eyes. "Just love me." Eventually, the two couples made it down to the lake. Jennifer sported a two piece thong that threatened to reawaken the prude in Steve. But a glance from Becky quieted him down and the strong, protective arms of Brad had actually started to become a comfort. They thrashed about in the lake, everyone equally splashing and dunking each other. At one moment, wrestling underwater, Steve had accidentally gotten a hold of one of Jennifer's breasts. He let go quickly, but when they surfaced, Jennifer swam over to him and gave him an open mouthed kiss on the lips to the whoops and cheers of Brad and Becky. Steve blushed but continued holding onto his daughter in a none-too-fatherly manner all the same. The day wore on and they eventually split apart into couples, giving each other enough distance to ensure privacy. Steve broke from the deep French kiss he and Becky were sharing and smoothed back her wet hair from her face. "What do you think those two are doing right now," he asked? "Is this a multiple choice question between fucking or sucking?" "No, no. Forget I asked. I guess I am still a little reserved. She is my daughter, after all." "No. It is quite admirable the way you look after her. You obviously know when to give or the two of you wouldn't be so close." Steve shrugged. "Listen, Becky, about this morning, you and Brad, I had no..." "Shhh," she put her fingers to his lips. "It's past." "Ok. But today, this weekend, you and me. Can I ask a question about that?" "What will tomorrow bring?" Becky smiled up at him. "Yes." "Well, I don't know about you, but I haven't gotten to tomorrow. I'm still planning a ton of fun for tonight!" She splashed him and tried to run away, but he caught her and whipped her around and into his arms. The kiss he gave her was coupled with a tight handful of her fanny. His cock grew against her belly as he pressed home his kiss. "Whoa, big boy," she gasped. "Children about." "Hmmm. Some of them yours and mine." "That, my dear sir, is a whole different story." And it was. That evening they had a light dinner, rolled some joints and lay out on the floor nude in each others respective arms. Brad was kissing on Jennifer while Becky and Steve relaxed and listened to some soft jazz. "Night times are the best times to listen," Becky said. "The night sounds, they just flow through me." Steve remembered listening to the crickets the night before, the music that was playing, the sounds of love making that drifted through the window. "How do crickets make love," he idly wondered. His dick had become a solid flag pole, waving in the air, as he thought of the previous night, especially when he remembered Becky's lips on it. He stared at his penis. "Do crickets have cocks?" Becky giggled and handed him the roach. "They don't have cocks," Jenny said as Brad worshiped her left breast. She was lying beside her father, barely a body's width away from him. "They join assholes or something, I think." Everyone burst out laughing at the thought. "Aw, come on, how am I supposed to pay attention to your breasts if you keep making us laugh like that?" "Oh, poor baby," Jennifer cooed and pulled Brad on top of her. His penis found her opening and he sank straight in, causing her to take a sharp breath. He smoothed into a slow, steady rhythm as she kissed his face and smoothed his back with her hands. At one point she gasped as he hit a very sensitive spot and her hands sank to the floor to brace herself. Her right hand hit her father's arm and she gripped it. As she gasped with his increasing thrusts, her hand slid down to her father's and their fingers entwined. As she neared orgasm, she grabbed his hand tighter and tighter, feeling his reassuring, comforting grip. She orgasmed, pulling against her father's hand, and it was the most satisfying, comforting and relaxing orgasm she'd ever had. Brad finished up inside her a few minutes later, but during that time she continued holding her father's hand, looking at him, watching the expressions on his face as Becky administered to him. Becky had moved from Steve's arms when their children started making love. She slid down between his legs and, lying face down on the floor, had taken his penis between her lips. After her orgasm, Jennifer had watched Becky manipulate her Dad's tool with her lips. Jennifer was fascinated by what she was watching. She was even more enthralled with the unrestrained joy she was seeing on her father's face for the first time. She thought of Becky and her Dad together over the long term and wondered, hoped it could be. Brad had grunted, finishing up in her. Subconsciously, she had continued manipulating her vaginal muscles around his cock, giving him the pleasure of her insides. Consciously, she was worried about her father, worried that this happiness he had suddenly found today would end too soon. Brad crawled up beside her, nuzzling her neck. "Kiss me," he said. She pecked him quickly on the lips. "More soon," she whispered. "I want to watch." He curled up beside her and gazed intently at his mother sucking a man's dick. Steve's body was becoming agitated and he was starting to grip Jennifer's hand the way she had his a few short minutes before. Becky stopped deep throating Steve and held her mouth still around the head of his dick. Her hand started stroking his rod faster and faster. Steve's hips lifted off the ground and he grunted, gripped Jennifer's hand hard, then relaxed and let out a long "aaahhhhhhhh". Becky's throat worked as she gobbled down Steve's cum. "That's fucking awesome," Brad murmured. He was hard again, with the speed and rapidity that only youth can accomplish. Becky sat up and announced. "I need a hard cock, now. Does anyone mind?" She was looking Jennifer in the eye and Jenny suddenly realized what Becky was asking for. "Oh. Be my guest," Jennifer replied nervously. She slid over to her dad as Becky went over to her son and straddled his flagpole. "Oh my god," Jennifer whispered as she watched her boyfriend's penis disappear into his mother's crotch. Becky began humping her son in a slow up and down rhythm, humming to herself with eyes closed as Steve and Jennifer watched. Brad raised his hands to his mom's breasts and started manipulating them. Jennifer lifted her father's hand to her breast and pressed it there. He took the hint and started rubbing her bosom slowly. She curled into his crotch, mimicking their position of just that morning. Steve's penis started to grow hard and it pressed, flattened, against his daughter's back. She moved against it, slowly, massaging his penis with the flesh of her back. Steve moved so that he hugged his daughter more tightly and held her breast more firmly. They both sighed together at the same time. "Oh, God, Daddy, this is so fucking hot." "I know, Sweetheart, I know." He sensed, more than felt or saw, his daughter move her hand between her legs and start touching herself. The long sigh she let out confirmed his suspicions and he hugged her even more tightly. "I'm fine, you know, if you want to go to Becky," Jennifer whispered shortly. "She seems like the type who would enjoy a couple of guys pandering to her." "You sure?" He gave her breast a light squeeze. "Yeah, uh," she panted. "I'm good." "I'm not," he whispered quietly in her ear. "I don't want to stop holding your breasts." Jennifer's body shuddered in ecstasy at the statement. "Oh, Daddy," she whispered back. "Later, when we go to sleep. I'll let you suck them. In private." Steve's dick instantly got harder and he pressed it tightly into his daughter's back. "I promise, Daddy. But you had better get over there cause Brad's not going to hold out much longer." Steve left Jennifer and crawled around behind Becky who was roughly riding her son. He placed his hands on her waist to let her know he was there. She turned her head questioningly to his, slowed down her ride and kissed him. He stood, placed his cock in her mouth for a few sucks, and then, removing his dick, he bent her over until her head rested on Brad's chest. Steve spared a glance at his daughter who was holding a breast with one hand, rapidly frigging herself with the other, and intensely staring at the double penetration about to happen. Steve eased the head of his cock against Becky's pinched anal opening. He grabbed her hips and eased forward. "Ohhhhh, o-ohhhhhh," she yelped and tensed as his head slipped past her anal ring. He eased up backing out a fraction, then pushed again. He felt the stiffness of Brad's cock as he slid against her anal wall. "Shit, shit, shit," she screamed into Brad's chest. Steve pushed again. The head of his cock was hardly past her sphincter muscle. "Jesus, that's too much," Becky wailed. "But you know you want it," Steve said and pushed again with effort. She shrieked and Jennifer started frigging herself faster. "Oh, God, I'm going to come," Jennifer shouted and wiggled closer so that she was snuggled up against Brad's shoulder. Steve withdrew again, got a good grip on Becky's waist, and slowly pressed all the way in. He felt his dick glide along Brad's, felt Becky's anus stretching, heard her screaming, and suddenly felt a pop and slid all the way home. "Fuck," he said as Becky's wails eased into muffled sobs. Brad was rubbing her back with one hand while the other was wrapped around Jennifer's body, feeling up her right breast. "God, Daddy, you all the way in?" Jennifer panted. "Yes, Jen, I'm all the way in Becky's ass." "Shit. And Brad, you're in her pussy?" "Uh huh." Jennifer's hips were off the ground as she frigged herself. Her body danced in the air as her fingers played a tune in her twat. "Oh, shit. Oh, Shit. DP," she gasped loudly and squeezed her legs shut around her hands, bucked and curled into a fetal position, shivering in orgasm. Brad and Steve watched in awe as Jennifer brought herself off. Now that she was complete, they returned to the task at hand: Becky. Steve started sawing slowly back and forth eliciting a gasp from Becky. "You ready for this, Mom?" Brad asked as he started bucking his hips to match Steve's movements. "Uh huh," she gasped. "Hurts. Feels good." Steve slapped her butt once and picked up the pace. Becky pushed herself up on her arms with her back arched, her mouth pursed into an 'O' and her eyes squeezed shut. Brad, feeling both his mother's vagina and Steve's dick sliding against his own announced that he wasn't going to hold out much longer. "You hold on, boy," Becky said. "I'm just getting into the swing of this!" Brad gritted his teeth, clenched his jaws and tried to keep from coming. "Jennny, get over here," Becky commanded between gasps. "Lie down on your back, put your head at my hips." Jenny did as commanded while her men continued plowing into Becky. "Now, put your ass up on Brad's right shoulder. Yes. Swing your right leg around to the left side of his head. Um hum. Like that. Now scoot your pussy right up to his chin. Yes." When Jenny was in position, Becky bent forward and dipped her mouth in Jennifer's sensitive cunt. "Holee!" she cried out at Becky's expert tonguing. Brad strained his head to the side, grasped Jennifer's hip and stretched his tongue out to lick her asshole. "Fuck," she yelped and almost jumped up. But her father's hand, suddenly resting on her breast, stayed her. "Oh, my God," she said, staring up into her fathers eyes. His body was bucking slowly, easing in and out of Becky's anus. Brad's hips were arching and dropping as well and Becky was swaying with the rhythm the two men set. Jennifer squirmed as both her vagina and anus were licked. The four moved in time like a well oiled machine. Brad started moving faster first, gripping Jenny's hips hard. Steve increased pace to match and Becky, starting to wail again, lifted her head from Jenny's crotch. "I can't...hold on..." Brad yelped. Jennifer reached behind the humping people and found Brad's ball sack, she toyed with it, causing Brad to buck harder. "No," he cried! "No, no! Don't! Aaahgggg," he cried as he bucked hard and emptied a blast in his mother. Jenny popped a finger against Brad's anus and pushed it in. He screamed, half sat up and let another blast go in his mother. "Jenny, Jenny you evil witch," he cried and let go another two blasts before slumping on his back. Jenny grinned and started toying with her father's balls. He grunted and started plowing harder into Becky. She mewled and slumped forward onto Brad, yanking his dick loose. Freed from the restraint of Brad's dick, Steve went to town in Becky's anus. He gripped and released Jennifer's breast rapidly in a palpitating motion as he pumped. Becky dove back between Jennifer's legs and she and Jennifer started moaning loudly. Steve's grunting noises increase as he pressed harder into Becky, nearing his orgasm. Becky wailed and started trembling, resting her head sideways on Jennifer's pussy and an orgasm ripped through her.