Family Fun — The Climax

If you want the whole sordid story you best start here: https://medium.com/@TracyTrouble/its-happened-79694ca17be2

We slept. Somehow. Four of us in the bed. Energy levels through the roof, but we slept. I guess for about four hours. When I awoke and opened my eyes, it was a strange sight. Someone had thrown a duvet over us. We’d paired off Chris and me, Lizzy and John. Head to toe, each pair spooned Lizzie behind her son, Chris behind me. I had no memory of that happening, presumably an automatic reaction.

To move would have woken everyone, so I lay still, contemplating the enormity of what had happened. Those thoughts were pushed away as I noticed movement in the other two. I was concerned Lizzy would awake with an overpowering guilt at what had happened. I hoped not. There were no losers, no one who had been taken advantage of.

The next few minutes dispelled the notion she had regrets.

Although covered with a duvet, Lizzie’s movement was unmistakable. She’d found John’s morning wood. Was making sure it was oak. Chris was still snoozing, but I didn’t think he’d want to miss it so gently nudged him awake. He was soon wide awake.

Lizzie didn’t waste much time on wanking John. When I could see her face, it was clear she had a need. An urgent need. She pushed the duvet aside and mounted her son. This time without hesitation. she slid his solid cock inside herself and started riding him. Urgently. This was no gentle canter. More the finish of the Epson Derby. My. She was yelling, almost screaming. “Fuck me, come on, fuck me, fuck me. Hard! Fill me up for god’s sake!” Her head was back. She had each of her hands clamped over a tit and her nails were pressing into her flesh. I’d never seen her so wound up. It was affecting Chris too, and I felt his cock expanding, pressing against my back. I eased up the bed a little, opened my legs. The invitation clear. He slid into me. My hole wet enough. We watched. The race was reaching its climax. John’s hands had clenched the bed sheet. Desperately holding on, wanting to preserve the moment. His mother’s needs were different. She wanted only one thing. It wouldn’t be long in coming. Her orgasm arrived first. A guttural sound issuing from her. Primaeval almost. She stopped bouncing. “Fuck! Fuck! Yesss!”

She’d stopped bouncing. John took over. Hard, vicious thrusts nearly bucking his mother off. Only three or four, then a similar refrain. “Oh, fuck.” A last thrust and there was no doubt he was shooting his load into his mother.

The depraved moment triggered Chris. I’d hardly been aware of him in me, so mesmerised was I by what was unfolding in front of me, but that delicious feeling of his cum driving deep into me was sublime.

Lizzie climbed off John and just so there was no doubt turned to face us. Spread her legs and lips wide and let the semen drip out of her. It was a waste, not licking it up, but somehow a fitting end to one hell of a Saturday night and Sunday morning.

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