14 comments/ 108564 views/ 56 favorites The Plan Pt. 02 By: theMILFpatrol Hi. I hope you like reading this story, I certainly loved writing it. Please read the first part, as this chapter will not make sense, but also because I think you will find it an enjoyable read. ***** Clara walked seductively over, naked. Her unrestricted tits jiggled with each step. When she reached me on the couch, Clara swung her leg over my chest, so now her pussy was hovering directly over my face. She started to lower her pussy to my face, but rose up again, teasing my outstretched tongue. After doing this a couple more times, my hands grabbed her hips and pulled her cunt onto my waiting mouth. I probed my tongue around her pussy, running it all over the puffy, aroused skin of her lips. She moaned gently, and wiggled her ass about on my face. My tongue slithered into her slit, and I ran it from the clit to the edge of her asshole. I felt her shiver; Clara's skin rippled. Now, I had my wife grinding on my face, and my daughter riding my dick. I could only see the soft skin of Clara's ass, so I listened to their sweet moans and gasps as I licked and fucked them. Their sounds were so similar, a symphony to my ears. "Mmm, yes" I heard Clara moan, "Lick my pussy... oh... yes". I sucked on her clit, and Clara stiffened, before grinding even harder onto my face. My nose was bumping up against her anus. "Oh... fuck... yes... I'm close... Oh shit... aaah!" I felt a dribble of Clara's cum run onto my face. I steadily licked Clara's cunt as she came down from her orgasm, until she lifted her pussy off of my face. Clara spun around, giving me a quick glimpse of our daughter bouncing on my cock, before she pressed her face against mine, and pushed her tongue into my mouth. Clara licked my tongue, tasting her own juices. We parted tongues and stared at each other, listening to the sounds of our daughter fucking herself on my dick. "ooh... aah... oh fuck... yes... yes Daddy... ooh, fuck." Clara and I smiled at each other; we'd done it, we got our daughter to fuck me. "So," Clara whispered, "how did you do it?" "Well, you know those films we made ten years ago?" "Mmm, yeah." Clara was lightly rubbing her pussy. "I was watching one of them, our favorite one, when Poppy suddenly came in and sat on my dick." Poppy, still riding me, and with the added memory of last night, started to moan louder. Clara moved her hand onto her own clit and continued rubbing. "That's so hot. How was your daughter's pussy?" "Fucking amazing. It was so wet and tight, and I loved thrusting into it." I put more effort into pushing my hips up in time with Poppy's downward movement. I heard Poppy moan even more, sounding as if she was getting closer to climax. "That sounds great," said Clara, "I can't wait to get a piece of our daughter's pussy." It was then that Poppy became so turned on by the thought of fucking her mother that she began to climax. "OH, FUCK... I'M GONNA CUM... OHHH... FUCK... CUMMING!" Poppy shook violently with the power of her orgasm, her tenth since we had started having sex last night. Exhausted from our fucking, Poppy slipped off of my still hard dick and fell to the floor in a heap. Clara chuckled slightly. "She couldn't handle it. I'm sure she'll get used to her Daddy's dick," Clara moved about onto her knees on the couch, "Now, pound me." I literally jumped in behind Clara and plunged my dick deep into her velvet depths. She was sopping wet, and gleefully tight. I was fully in, Clara was squeezing me with her cunt muscles. I was stunned at how similar my wife and our daughter were. I did as my wife told me to do; pound her. My dick was flying in and out of Clara's cunt, the sound of our skin slapping echoing around the front room. The fleshy skin of her ass rippled with each crash of my hips into her. "UH... YES... FUCK ME... HARDER... FUCK MY CUNT... AAH... FUCK... YES... I'M GONNA CUM... AHH... OHHH... FUCK... YES, FUCK AAH" I grabbed onto Clara's tits and sped up, fucking her through Clara's powerful orgasm, before I sprayed my cum deep inside her cunt. Keeping my now softening dick inside of my wife, I hugged her, massaging her boobs with my hands. Clara bucked her ass back at random points, drawing out her orgasm. I held her for a few more minutes. Then, we got off the couch, and passed the sleeping Poppy on the floor. Clara bent down, and kissed our daughter on the forehead. Clara looked at me with a loving smile. "We have started a wonderful journey." We climbed the stairs, and made our way to our bedroom. Although it had not been long since Clara had got back from her parents' house, she was already tired from fucking, and I was worn out after having Poppy in my bed last night and this morning. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I fell asleep. I awoke to Clara staring me in the face. She had a wide smile. "You sleep like a baby." "I was exhausted." "Poppy was insatiable, then?" "Yeah; apparently she had planned it as well. You shouting the 'Daddy' thing got to her. She had wanted to do it straight away, but she got scared, so we only first had sex on the Sunday evening. Anyway, you helped tire me out as well." "I told you all we had to do was to get Poppy to think about you. I knew she'd go for it. So, are you glad that we did this?" "Very; it was the best thing ever," Clara raised an eyebrow, "Apart from meeting you." I kissed Clara deeply. "So, what are we going to do today?" I asked. "Well, I was planning on fucking on my daughter, but I don't know about you. I'm pretty sure you'd like to watch." "I can't wait to see that! I will join in though." Clara gave a small laughed at my excitable response. We walked down the stairs, saying 'hi' to Poppy when we entered the kitchen. She was unaffected by our nudity, as were we with hers. Well, I wasn't completely unaffected; my dick started to rise at the sight of my daughter's large tits and shaved pussy. Poppy glanced at my cock and gave a sly smile, spreading her legs a little, giving me a clearer view of her lips. I flexed my dick, giving it a bounce. Poppy stifled a laugh. I turned to Clara, who was looking for something to eat for breakfast, and sidled up behind her, slipping my dick between the cheeks of her ass. I kissed her on the neck softly, and Clara moaned appreciatively. "So, what's for breakfast?" "I can't find anything." "Well, if there's nothing, we could just do something else, "I climbed onto the kitchen table, and laid down on it, "I'm pretty sure I could still eat something though," I stuck my tongue and wiggled it about, "Anyway, you need to tell us about your time at your parents' house." I saw Clara thinking about it, but it didn't take her long to decide. She clambered onto the table, a leg each side of me. She scooted her hips up to my face, and slowly rested on my face. I knew Poppy was sat just behind me, getting a good look at her Daddy tonguing her mom's pussy. As I began to lick Clara's cunt, she began her story of her weekend. "Well, when I first got to Daddy's I told him that you made my panties damp, and how annoying they were for the whole journey, so he told me to take them off. Daddy made me take off all my clothes as well, but we didn't do anything for a while, apart from stroking my ass and my tits. I spent the whole evening naked. When it got to around six o'clock on the Saturday, we went up to Daddy's room, and he ate me out. I told him that I told you about me and Daddy, and how we were planning on fucking Poppy. At that point, Daddy got really excited, and just threw me off of him, and plunged his dick into me. Mmm, yes," Clara moaned from the memory and the added help of my tongue, "So I was his granddaughter while we fucked. Daddy got off on that really quickly," I heard Poppy gasp. She was shocked that her grandpa thought of her sexually. Yet I don't think she was too bothered by it, considering she had already slept with her father. I centered my swirling tongue on Clara's clit as she continued the story. "He came in minutes, but he stayed hard, so I rode Daddy for a long time. We fucked long into the night. I woke up to Daddy thrusting into me; I came really quickly. Daddy carried me downstairs to the kitchen while I was on his dick. We found mommy in the kitchen. Now, mommy knew about Daddy and me, but she never did anything, she would just leave us alone. But, when Daddy got into the kitchen, mommy just came over and shoved her face into my pussy and Daddy's dick. It was like an instant orgasm," Clara gave a small shiver of orgasm, "So there we were, in the kitchen, Daddy fucking me, and mommy eating me out. I came so many times." Clara moved her hips about on my face faster, grinding her clit against my tongue. Her breathing quickened, and the pitch of her voice increased. From behind my head, I could hear the sloshing of Poppy fingering her own pussy to the view in front of her (or possibly the thought of fucking her grandpa). I wriggled my tongue about on Clara's clit a bit more, before she came with a low moan and the buck of her hips on my mouth. Through my muffled hearing due to Clara's thighs squeezing my head, I heard Poppy give a small cry as she presumably got her orgasm. I felt the weight of Clara rest on my head as she tried to regain her energy whilst in the glow of her orgasm. I softly ran my tongue around the edge of her pussy and the inside of her legs. I felt some hair tickle my forehead; looking up, I saw Poppy, with flushed cheeks and a mischievous smile. At first I was confused, but I understood when Poppy's head lowered towards mine and she poked her tongue out. Poppy dragged her tongue along the skin of her mom, drawing ever closer to her cunt. Clara noticed the touch of another tongue on her, and looked down, to see her daughter edging towards her mom's pussy. Clara put her hands on the back of Poppy's head, and gently pulled her daughter into her pussy. I watched in awe as Poppy's tongue connected with Clara's cunt. Clara, just like she had when her mom had first licked her pussy, instantly came, from the knowledge that her daughter had her face in her pussy. Poppy started tentatively, slowly moving her mouth around Clara's cunt, but soon she was jamming her tongue up the slit, trying to extract the juices from her mom. I watched her tongue jab in between the pink folds, fluttering on the fourth lick. Clara was gasping at the feel of her daughter's mouth on her pussy. I decided to join my daughter in tonguing Clara's vagina, immediately locking onto her clit. She let out a loud sigh, and started to ride harder on our two tongues. "Uh... uh... ohhh... yes... oh fuck..." I could tell Clara was nearing orgasm, so I tried something we hadn't really done much together. I snaked my hand around, skimming her soft ass cheeks, slowly drawing ever decreasing circles towards her asshole. I heard Clara's sounds of sex increase as I ran my finger on the edge of her anus. As I slipped my finger into her tight rear, I sped up the tempo of my tongue, as did Poppy, causing Clara to shake violently in orgasm. "AAH... FUCK...CUMMINGGG!" Clara kept moving her hips on mine and Poppy's faces, lost in her sexual bliss. With all her energy drained, Clara rolled off of me, hugging me tightly. Poppy joined us lying on the table, taking a place the other side of Clara to me. We ended up smiling at each other; No words were needed to add to our wonderful experience. I saw the two women I loved most in the world, as content and happy as I'd ever seen them. "So, you never finished," I wanted to hear the end of the story of Clara's weekend with her parents. By the blank expression on Clara's face, I could tell that she had forgotten that she was halfway through the story, due to her powerful orgasms, "About you and your parents." "Oh, yeah," Clara laughed, "I forgot all about that. Where was I?" "Grandma just shoved her face in your pussy!" Poppy answered. "Okay, so we fucked like that for around an hour, then, when Daddy finally came again, Mom pulled him to the couch, and then rode him while I watched. It was beautiful; they know each other so well and I couldn't help but masturbate to them. It was like I was watching the most erotic porn movie ever. Then, at around about midday, things started to calm down. We chatted mostly, catching up on what we'd done each recently, and I got to hear some stories from quite a while ago. They were wild." "Really," Poppy's eyes lit up in wonder, "What did Grandpa and Grandma do?" "Oh, you know, a few orgies, some public sex," Poppy's face was one of shock, "It turns out Mom is a bit of an exhibitionist. Along with the public sex, she would flash strangers, and once, she went to work with a butt plug in her ass." I was shocked at this. "But she was a teacher. She taught a bunch of teens with a butt plug in her." Clara nodded, with a wide grin. "Wow." Me and Poppy exclaimed in unison. "So you had a good time, then?" I asked. "Yeah, but to be honest, I'm glad I'm back here with you two." I gave Clara a light kiss on the lips. When I looked up, I saw Poppy looking at me expectantly. I gave her a quick kiss as well. "Right, I'm going to get off this table before it breaks, otherwise we'll have to make an awkward phone call to get an ambulance." Clara and Poppy both gave a small chuckle, before we got off the table. I was tired from the last few days of sex, so I left Clara and Poppy downstairs while I went for a nap. I woke up in a groggy state, and stumbled down the stairs. As I neared the bottom, I heard a small cry, emanating from the front room. I silently stepped to the door, and poked my head around the door, trying not to gain attention. I saw Poppy, in a robe, with her head in her hands, sobbing quietly. I saw Clara sat next to her daughter on the couch, one arm covering her naked chest, the other wrapped around Poppy, with shorts covering the upper section of her legs. I felt a strike of sadness seeing Poppy upset. I heard her quivering voice through her fingers. "Oh God mom, what have I done?" Another short cry followed. "Baby," Clara hugged our daughter, "Its fine." "No, it's not," Poppy pushed Clara away, "Its incest, for fuck's sake. That's illegal." I could tell that Poppy was angry, though it may have been a product of being upset and scared. Clara tried to comfort her. "Poppy, I've been through this, and I know what you feel like. However, you need to know that this is fine. Seriously, it's consensual, and it feels good." "I know, but he's my dad. No one has sex with their dad unless they're a weirdo." "Hey, I slept with my dad and I'm not a weirdo, am I?" Poppy laughed slightly through her tears. "Come on," Clara continued, "I'll show you something." I quickly hid in the kitchen, fearing Poppy knowing my presence would alter the way she was. I wanted to see the honest truth from her. Clara and Poppy passed me, without noticing me, before walking up the stairs, Poppy's head bowed. I watched them reach the top of the stairs, before disappearing out of my vision. I made my way, silently, up the stairs. I glanced in mine and Clara's bedroom, but they weren't there. I saw the door to the study cracked open. I slid up to the door, poking my head between the gap from the door to the doorframe. I saw Clara sitting at the desk, gently swaying on the chair, still topless, opening up her e-mails on the computer. Poppy stood behind her, eyeing the screen intently. Up popped Clara's e-mails, so I guessed she was showing our daughter the people who she conversed with about their incest activities. I was intrigued, as I had never seen how many people she talked to about their respective incestuous lives, but I could see a lot of emails pop up. "Look at all these," Clara pointed at the screen to Poppy, "All of these people, way over 100, participate in incest. And these are just the people that I talk with, there are loads others," Clara spun around to Poppy, "See, this is not something that just a few people do. Incest is wonderful, and I'm sure many more people want to do it, but society doesn't openly view it like that. However, I'm confident that behind closed doors, loads of people have sex with their family members, and that they think it's awesome." Clara stood up and hugged Poppy. "I believe that you should fuck your family members, but I know how you feel. Conflicted, scared, upset," Poppy gave a small nod, "But trust me, this is fine. You are not in a solitary position. Here," Clara jumped back around to the computer, clicking on one e-mail, "This is one from a young woman who I actually convinced to seduce her Daddy. She says it's the best thing she's ever done." Clara again stood up, and rested her hands on Poppy's shoulders, looking her in the eyes. "I would never do anything to harm you, you are my world." Clara leaned in, kissing her daughter on the forehead, then on the lips. "You can read them for a while," Clara spoke as she left the room. Clara looked as if she was relieved when she saw me outside the door. "So?" I asked "Well, I don't know. It seemed like after being alone for a while, she convinced herself that it was wrong. I just found her crying in the front room," Clara burst into tears, "Oh God, have we done the right thing?" "Of course," I answered, "The last few days have been the best of my life. I wouldn't change it for anything. And, because it felt good, it must be right." "I know, but Poppy doesn't believe that." "I'm sure she'll understand sooner or later." We didn't see Poppy much for the rest of the day. She mostly stayed in the study, reading Clara's incest e-mails. Apart from that, I'd had a relatively normal day; the beginnings of our incestuous lifestyle hadn't had as big of an affect that I'd thought it would have. I chatted with Clara about normal things, did some housework, and watched sports. In a way I was glad life hadn't changed much, but I was disappointed that I wasn't getting my daughter's pussy every moment of the day. It was quite late when Clara and I went to our bedroom. I watched as she undressed the rest of the clothes she had on in front of the mirror. Clara wiggled her hips, shaking the shorts down to her ankles and stepped out of them. She turned slightly; admiring her thong-clad ass, then gave it a gentle slap, watching her globes wobble and bounce. "Do you think Poppy will be alright?" I asked. Clara spun around to face me. "I'm sure she'll be fine. She's just thinking about it too deeply. Tell me, she was fine after the first time you fucked, right?" I nodded. As far as I could tell, Poppy was completely happy when we talked after we had sex for the first time. "Good. If she was upset then, we would have a problem. But no, she was happy and enjoyed it. She just needs to stop thinking about it, and go with the flow." "But she feels she's going against the flow." I countered, the flow being society. "Well, sometime's the flow is wrong. More people should have sex with their mothers', brothers', sons', daughters' and daddies'." Clara swiveled back to look at the mirror, slowly caressing her large breasts. She flicked the nipples, eyeing them as they became erect. I could see in the mirror that she had a concerned look on her face. "What's wrong?" "Do I still look good?" "Of course; you look even more beautiful than the day I married you. What makes you ask?" "I'm not sure. I didn't feel too good about myself a few weeks ago, but then we started the plan to fuck Poppy, so I kind of forgot about it for a while. Now the excitement of that has calmed down, and life is relatively normal, the bad feeling's come back again." There was a silence, in which I wasn't sure if I should say something or what I would say if I did have to talk. My confusing was sorted out when Clara spoke again. "Are they sagging?" She asked, cupping her tits and raising them up. Now, we were getting older, both of us were forty years old, and Clara's boobs probably were starting to sag, despite being in good shape. However, if they were sagging it was unnoticeable. Clara looked at me, eyebrow raised, at my silence. The Plan Pt. 02 "They're still perfect. Anyway, you've still got your personality, big tits are a bonus." Clara walked over to me with a weary smile. "Thanks." She said, climbing into the bed. She hugged me, and kissed me on the lips. We separated, and looked each other in the eyes. I could feel Clara's hand searching for my dick under the duvet. I was honestly void of energy; the last few days had taken it out of me. However, I didn't want to disappoint my wife. I pushed her hand away from my dick, whilst searching for her pussy with the other. I ran my fingers up the inside of her legs, reaching her closed thighs that opened with the touch of my digits. Deftly, I swept my fingers from the inside of Clara's thighs to the top of her slit, and then cast my finger down through the lips. I heard Clara gasp at the feeling of my hand on her. I rapped the lips and visible insides of Clara's cunt with my fingers, then pushed two into her, deeply. I stroked her with both my fingers inside of her and on her breast, Clara pushing both her tit and her cunt into my hands. I watched my wife's closed eyes and wide open mouth, teeth gleaming as she smiled. I loved looking at her when she was on her way to pleasure. I kept thrusting my fingers into her, watching her head shake from side to side. I grazed the top of her vagina, finding her g-spot. She writhed about at the pleasure, and let out a low, loud moan. "Uuuuhhh, fuck." I moved my other hand from Clara's soft tits, and brushed it back on forth on her clit, which had revealed itself. My fingers skimmed across it several times, until Clara screamed out. "Oh shit, I'm cumming!" Her pussy clamped down on my fingers inside of her, and her hips bucked rapidly. I felt Clara turn to face me, then she shoved her tongue into my mouth, and we made out as she frantically ground her pulsating pussy on my fingers. When Clara slowed the pace of her grinding, and slid off of my hand, she also released my head from her clutches and her attacking mouth; I took a deep breath. It was also at this time that I noticed Poppy standing at the door, her body silhouetted by the light behind her. She had a smile on and nothing else, her cheeks a glowing crimson. Our daughter walked over to our, also naked, bodies, her large breasts jumping slightly with each step towards us. Poppy got into the bed, between Clara and me. "Hi," Poppy spoke timidly, which was strange considering her attire. "Hi there," Clara and I spoke at the same time. I then stroked Poppy's arm nearest to me. She turned to look at Clara. "I'm sorry about earlier. I just told myself that what I'd done was wrong, without actually listening to what you said or my feelings when we had sex. I thought that it was completely wrong, because all my friends are grossed out by even only thinking about their parents having sex, so I decided that what we'd done was terrible. But reading through those e-mails, I could see that everyone you talked to had genuine happiness from consensual incest, just like I had when I first slept with you," Poppy said, looking at me, "I also think that the joy I got from it contributed to my actions. I was scared that I had loved it so much, and I couldn't help but think what people would think of me if they found out I had sex with my dad, and that I had enjoyed it so much." I saw a single tear run down Poppy's cheek. I wiped it off, before talking. "I'm glad you realized that this is just fun, and nothing is wrong with it. The feelings you had are not unique to you, I mean, this is new for me too, and I was a bit scared about it beforehand. But I know that us having sex is fine, as do you now. We love you so much Poppy, and we both loved having sex with you, it was one of the greatest moments of my life." "Aaaw, thanks Daddy. I love you," Poppy leaned over and hugged me, then hugged Clara as well, "Love you too mom." With Poppy facing away from me to hug Clara, I was presented with her round ass, the light from outside the room spotlighting her round cheeks. My hands swiftly moved onto her behind, and roamed the soft flesh. I felt my dick trying to strain into life. Stroking my daughter's ass, I then moved my head in towards her neck, and planted kisses up and down her neck. I heard Poppy moan quietly, before it was silenced by her mom kissing her deeply. I twisted my head around, so I could still kiss Poppy's neck, but watch her make out with her mom at the same time. I was entranced by the view of their tongues dancing with each other. Slipping my hand between Poppy's ass cheeks, I moved my hand under her to her slit. I rubbed my hand on her vagina in circles, feeling the satisfactory moistness of her arousal. I slowly maneuvered my hard cock inbetween my daughter's thighs, so the head was at the entrance to her pussy. As I pushed into her, I watched as Poppy's mouth opened and a moan let out into Clara's face. My wife had a smile from ear to ear as she watched her daughter's face as she was fucked by her Daddy. She soon went back to kissing her daughter. As I picked up the pace of my thrusting, I noticed Poppy move her hand down to Clara's midsection and latch onto her prominent clit. My wife's eyes burst open and her sweet lips opened. "Oh, shit, yes." Poppy continued to hold and squeeze her mother's nub in her shaking fingers. Clara's head dropped under the power of the manipulation of her daughter. I listened to the sounds of my wife and daughter breathing heavily and moaning, that blended into one continuous sound of lust. Soon, one voice got louder, and the movements of Clara became more jagged and sporadic. Poppy's fingers twirled faster on Clara's clit. "Oh, yes... please... more... oh, shit... nearly... uh... nearly there... yes... yes... oh fuck... gonna cum... yeah... oh shit... gonna cum... cumming... aah, yessss!" Clara came with a huge jolt, and shivered with each of the waves. I had slowed the rate of my fucking of Poppy, as I watched Clara lose herself in the pleasure. After some time, Clara stopped moving, and her eyes blinked open. She had a grin on her, which spread onto her blushed cheeks. She didn't say anything, but instead launched her hands towards Poppy's own cunt, planting one hand against the clit, with the other wrapping around the exposed part of my cock. I started moving faster against now feeling the sensations of Poppy's pussy and Clara's hand. It was great, but, from the noises that Poppy was making, my dick and Clara's hand was better. "Uuuh, yes... ohh... aah... fuck, yesss... more... uuh, uuuh... fuck me... aah... harder, faster." Never one to disappoint my daughter, I sped up, and I felt Clara move her hand around faster. "OOOH... YESSSS, FUCK... UHHH... MORE... SO GOOD... UHHH... AAH, YESSS... SHIT... DADDY... FUCK ME... I'M GONNA CUM... AAH... YES, YES... CUMMING... AAHHH!" As I kept thrusting my cock into her and Clara continued flicking her fingers, Poppy came with a gush of juices, shaking uncontrollably. Watching my daughter in orgasm triggered my dick to spray her cunt with my sperm. I relaxed, yet still gently moved my hips into Poppy, going back to kissing her neck. I listened to her heavy breathing die down, before my dick slipped out of her pussy. I saw Clara bend her head down to the entrance of Poppy's cunt. I craned my neck to get a clearer view of Clara's mouth reaching for Poppy's pussy. As my clear liquid reappeared from inside my daughter, Clara extended her tongue from her mouth, and began lapping up the steady stream of cum. The semen transferred from Poppy's vagina, into to her mom's mouth, then down her throat. Clara remained with her tongue on her daughter's pussy as the cum cleared. Watching the erotic scene before me, my cock began to stiffen once more. I crawled behind my wife, who raised her ass up in the air, still attached at the mouth to the inside of Poppy's legs, and held my dick, with the head nudging her aroused lips. I eased into Clara's cunt, pushing with my weight to slide all the way into her. This pushed her face deeper into Poppy's pussy. We all moaned at the same time, a family in sexual unison. I pulled back to the tip, and then buried myself inside Clara. I started slowly, building up an ever rising rhythm. I was swiftly jamming myself into the tight, wet cunt that squeezed as I withdrew, trying to keep itself full. I heard Clara moan every time I pushed into her, which caused Poppy to let out a moan from the vibrations on her clit. The repetitions of this soon had Poppy near the edge, as was Clara from the hard fucking she was now receiving. Snaking my hand to Clara's clit, I ran my fingers across it speedily, and thrust my hips as fast as I could. Clara let out a scream, and her cunt muscles trapped my cock inside of her. I felt a spurt of her own juices attack the head of my dick, and I released my own powerful orgasm inside of my wife. Straining to keep my eyes open, I saw Poppy grasp her mom's head and pulled it into her, bucking her hips on her face, just as Clara was bucking her own hips on my dick, as she reached her own sexual bliss. There we were, all three of us, connected, all having an orgasm at the same time. We shook and shivered all uniquely but as one. Clara, Poppy and I gasped from the power of the orgasms, with each wave of Clara's passed on to me through her clenching pussy. Completely and utterly wasted, I collapsed on top of Clara, my body folded over each curve of her body and the roundness of her ass, my head joining hers at our daughter's thighs . We kissed each other lightly, all energy from our bodies lost, and smiled at each other. We both looked up at Poppy, through the valley of her hanging breasts, with her reddened and exhausted face. I whispered softly in her ear. "I have the best fucking family, ever." ***** Thank you for reading my story, I hope you liked it. If you did, please comment down below (pun intended) or e-mail me with your thoughts. I do like reading them; it is, after all, why I write. There will be no more chapters. I feel the next logical step is to bring in Grandpa and Grandma, but, having read a number of orgy scenes, I find them too confusing, and consequently I do not enjoy them. However, if you would like to write your own next chapter and e-mail it to me, I will gladly read it, and, if I like it enough, will allow you to upload it onto Literotica. Also, I apologize for any mistakes. Thank you once again.