Family Fun (5)

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Both men were now limp. Both women had had multiple orgasms. It was probably about one in the morning. Sleep beckoned. No one seemed inclined to move. We were like a pile of puppies curled up, intertwined. No idea of whose hand was resting on a tit, or idly stroking cock.

I don’t know how long we dozed but I was awoken by movement. I tried to roll over, to go back to sleep, but Lizzie had other ideas.

The movement had been her arm finding its way through the pile of bodies. To John. No prizes for guessing what she was searching for. No prizes for finding it. It was waving at her. Stiff, erect and so ready for action.

I feigned sleep but watched through slotted eyes.

I wanted to watch but didn’t. To watch was to be a party to it. To acquiesce in what I thought was about to happen. I told myself to go back to sleep. To close my eyes. Ignore the movement. The sighs. The moans and groans which I was sure were coming. But I couldn’t. This was too deviant. Too depraved to miss. My black side was telling me to get popcorn. Switch the lights on. Have a ringside seat for the depraved event of the year.

I stayed still. Eyes open, watching. Lizzie’s hand had found her target. Had wrapped itself around the target. Was wanking slowly, tenderly. John’s cock was already rigid. That it was his mother’s hand around it acted as additional aphrodisiac. His hand found his mother. Her cunt. Her wet cunt. A finger disappeared in her. A moan escaped her. John’s finger became a blur. Lizzie’s breathing changed. A note I knew. She was close to orgasm. I expected her to stop John. To mount him. To take his cock inside her. To ride him. Make him explode deep in her. Committing the ultimate act. I wasn’t breathing. Was still. Watching. Waiting. Wanting her to do it. To be depraved. As if what she had already done wasn’t!

Chris was awake too. Lying as I was. Still. Quiet. Watching. Inaction showing he was content to let the drama unfold. Excited by the prospect, his cock as solid as his son’s.

The mutual masturbation continued. Three of John’s fingers inside Lizzie. Lizzie’s lips kissing her son’s cock. Sweet Jesus! Just watching, I was leaking.

Then Lizzie moved. Pulled herself away from John. Sat up. Straddled him across his thighs. Not impaling herself on him. Re-commenced her wank. John couldn’t reach her pussy so went for second best. Began feeling her tits. She leaned forward so they swayed. Wagged her shoulders to accentuate the movement.

There seemed hesitation on Lizzie’s part. A step too far? Chris felt it too. He shuffled around. Lovingly nibbled her ear. Whispered, “Do it.” It was the incentive she needed. She raised herself up. Held John’s cock. Guided it towards her nest.

John couldn’t control himself. Hardly surprising. His eruption was significant, given how many times he’d cum. He let out a heartfelt cry, “Oh fuck it!” reminding me of his first visit to me when I’d seduced him.

Was that it? An anti-climax of mega proportions?

Part 6 to come.

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