“I’ll be back in a few minutes; I just need to check on something.” Jon left me alone reading a Tintin adventure book in our shared bedroom.

I was surprised by how long he had been gone and wondered what was keeping him. Then it hit me - he must have gone to talk to his mom about our conversations by the river. Did she need his approval to pursue me? I quietly left our room and headed towards his parents' bedroom, where I could hear Jon and Inga talking. As I listened, I realised their conversation was rather steamy.

“Mom, I want to watch you fuck his huge cock and see you taking it deep. Tell me how much you want it; I saw the desire in your eyes this morning.”

Inga’s response surprised me. “His enormous cock is to die for; he made me so wet throbbing that thick shaft between my thighs. He can fuck my pussy whenever he likes.” Inga was panting and gasping, and I heard intriguing wet slapping sounds.

Eager and unable to resist the urge, I anxiously peered into the room, desperate to catch a glimpse of what was causing the mysterious sounds.

Inga lay on her back, spreadeagled, as Jon fingered her pussy fast with one hand and slapped her large swollen clit with the other. The sight took my breath away. Inga was in a state of bliss, arching her back, taking pleasure from her son’s fingering.

“Let me show you what it would feel like having James’s cock enter that aching cunt.” Jon was lost in a frenzy of lust.

“Yes, honey, show me… I need to cum,” Inga was gasping, barely able to speak.

Jon lined four fingers up to her slit, tucking his thumb towards his palm, and then he pushed his whole hand into her soaking open pussy. “Ohhhh, Jesus, push deeper, fill me up.” Inga tightly grasped the bedsheets and squealed with joy as Jon’s hand slid in and out of her, with deep thrusts filling the room with squelching noises.

“That’s it, take his massive pole deep.” Jon slid back and forth, plunging into the depths of her pussy to a chorus of moans and cries.

Each backstroke of his thrust sent squirts of musky pussy juice flying through the air. My cock stood aching at full mast, throbbing, the veins fully engorged and ready to plunder. I felt a strong urge to expose my manhood to Inga; knowing how badly she needed to feel me inside her, I wanted to enhance her moment of bliss, to show her how aroused she made me, and to give her a view of my throbbing hardness.

Jon’s frenzied fisting and Inga’s complete surrender of pussy to him sent me into a state of utter lust. I was overcome by a commanding power as I pushed open the door as if my cock was in total control, gesturing for Jon to stay quiet so as not to alert Inga. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed as she climaxed on his fist. I stood at the side of the bed watching as Jon’s hand finally slipped from her spent hole, sending one last jet of juice to ejaculate onto his arm. Inga, still shuddering, opened her eyes; she was shocked to see me standing there, with my huge throbbing cock towering over her face.

“Is this what you’re craving?” Inga’s eyes were glazed, her body still twitching from the aftermath of her orgasm, and she watched as a dribble of my precum dripped down and on to her breast. Jon slapped her clit, causing her eyes to roll back in their sockets; she arched her back and tensed.

“Yesss, that’s so fucking bigggg… Aahhhhh, my God! I want your huge cock so much, fuuuck,” Inga exploded into another earth-shattering orgasm as Jon slapped her clit several more times.

I left the room feeling ecstatic, knowing the sight of my erection pushed her over the edge and she wanted me more than ever. I desired her too, but I wasn't quite ready to give Inga what she desired. As I returned to our bedroom, I had never felt so aroused and in control of a situation. It was difficult to comprehend the intensity of what had just happened. The elasticity of Inga’s pussy surprised me; I was amazed how easily Jon’s hand delved into her depths. I was filled with an intense desire for Inga. On the brink of giving in to my urges and taking her right then and there. But a mischievous part of me wanted to toy with her, to make her yearn for my touch, to have her begging at my feet. Lost in these thoughts, I heard Viktor's voice calling out as he ascended the stairs. He appeared in the doorway. I was lying face down on the bed when he asked if I had seen Inga; I suppose he was half expecting her to be with me. His thick eight-inch cock was impressively hard and looked hungry for sex. I was on holiday with a family of nymphomaniacs.

“I think she might be in your bedroom,” I said, pointing in the direction.

“Ahh! There you are. My goodness, I haven’t seen you looking so spent in a long time,” Viktor sounded rather pleased to find Inga in a dishevelled state.

“I gave her a good fisting, Dad. She lapped it up; we should finish her off, give her a good double fucking.” Jon had an insatiable appetite for his mom.

Inga's protest for a break went unheard. I stealthily made my way back to the doorway. Jon effortlessly rolled her on top of Viktor, who slammed balls deep and started pumping her pussy with vigour. I watched his balls slap loudly at her ass. Jon lined his cock up and slipped deep into her arsehole with ease. Both of Inga’s holes were being ravaged by two rampant sex fiends, the air electrified with their passion. Inga cried out and climaxed, which only added fuel to the fire; the relentless fucking continued, faster and deeper, causing Inga to dance from one orgasm to the next, cumming in succession at least four times. Suddenly, Jon announced his imminent release, which was closely followed by Viktor; both holes were filled to the brim with their hot semen. Eventually, their cocks slipped from her quivering body, followed by a trail of cum.

“I need a shower. I wonder where James is.” Jon left his parents cuddling on the bed. I had already slipped away back to our room.

"I'm thinking of heading back outside to soak up some more sunshine. Would you like to join me, my love?” Muffled kissing noises and wet slurping sounds filled the corridor. “Mmmmm… That tastes really good,” Viktor said dreamily.

“Could you give me a few minutes, darling? I’m not sure I could even stand at the moment after that assault. You go ahead; I’ll be there in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.” Inga was exhausted and needed time to recover.

Viktor paused briefly in the doorway with a huge smile on his face, proudly displaying his glistening cock and chin that was covered with the spunk and love juice from his son and wife. After making sure he had left, I headed back to their bedroom. It was time to tease Inga once more, I knew she was spent, but I was curious to see if she’d still want me. My raging hard-on was the biggest I’d ever witnessed. Viktor had kindly left the bedroom door wide open. Inga was lying on her back, her hair tousled and her red chest heaving. Even her large breasts, spilling to either side of her body, looked exhausted. Her cunt was swollen red and well-used, leaking juice that collected in a pool on the sheets. Sensing my presence, her eyes gradually opened as she turned to look at me.

"I can't believe all this time I thought you were a sweet, loving mother, but the reality is that you're a nympho. Your son lured me here for sex with you. When he told you I was hung, that excited you…. Go on… admit it. I was surprised by how the words flowed from my mouth, but I had no clue where they were coming from.

I saw the renewed lust in her eyes as they danced along the length of my manhood; she licked her lips as though she was preparing to suck it. I watched her clit twitching. “You have such a powerful shaft; it’s so big and beautifully thick. I’ve never seen one so big; I really need to have you filling me up.” She looked up with begging in her eyes.

“You didn’t admit to luring me into your web of sin. Pretending to be naturists, when all along you’re a cock-craving nymph who wants my huge cock inside that spunk-filled hole.” I surprised myself again. Where were these words coming from?

“James, please don’t hate me; we have a special love in the family, and I want you to be a part of that. Join us and explore the heady delights of beautiful sex. Fill me with your love and seed, James; take me to nirvana,” her voice echoed in my ears with utter desperation.

I reached out, and her body tensed with anticipation as my fingers gently traced up her thighs. She shivered with excitement as I moved closer to her leaking, used pussy. I felt the heat radiating on my hand. She gasped loudly and called out my name as I slapped her engorged clit. Her hand came up to take hold of my shaft, but I pushed it away gently, teasing. Sliding four fingers along her slit, she prepared herself for penetration, moaning loudly. I scooped up a load of a creamy cum mix and stepped back from the bed. The anticlimax showed painfully on her face. Holding my cock at the base, I squeezed hard, inflating the shaft to its maximum capacity, and then proceeded to rub the sticky cum juice all over my shaft.

“Do you like how I lube my cock?” Teasing again, I knew Inga thought I was preparing to mount her. She breathed heavily, staring longingly at me with glazed eyes, waiting.

“Oh yes, just magnificent, so enormously hard. I can’t wait any longer. Please, James, take me…. Have me…. I need you… Please… Ohhh… don’t make me wait any longer,” she begged, squirming her hips in a circular motion.

Inga had answered my question, despite being ravaged only moments before; with her pussy and ass leaking cum, she still wanted me so badly.

“I have a sneaky suspicion Viktor would like to clean this cum off my cock first.”

Inga called out after me. “James… wait… please, I need you.” Leaving her alone in the room on the edge of desperation was hard, as I wanted her just as much.

I heard Jon calling for me. Our favourite TV show was about to start; I rushed downstairs, leaving Inga in a quivering heap on the bed. Still fully erect, my cock was covered in cum. I sat on the sofa next to Jon. “Did you fuck my mom, or did she suck you off? Your cock is pretty wet.” Jon held his hand up to high-five me.

I smiled with a hint of mischief in my voice. “Neither.” The teasing was exhilarating, but I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep it up. Inga had gotten under my skin, and I was craving her body so intensely.

About twenty minutes later, Inga emerged from the shower looking refreshed. "I'll start dinner; it should be ready by the time your show ends," she said cheerfully, giving us both a kiss on the cheek before heading into the kitchen.

Little did I know what would unfold following dinner. My journey into complete and utter sexual abandon was about to commence. While we were eating, I started thinking about my next move. I decided to offer to help with the dishes after dinner so I could have a chance to flirt with Inga again and turn up the heat. Jon and Viktor were busy talking about something called a bong, but I wasn't really paying attention. My mind was focused on how far I could push Inga before she couldn't take it anymore or before I gave in to my own desires. As we ate, I felt Inga's warm hand on my thigh, gently stroking it. Viktor noticed the lust in her eyes and smirked knowingly.

"I'll set up the bong, darling. I think it will make for an interesting night. You know how much Jon enjoys bong night," Vikor said with a twinkle in his eye as he observed my reaction.

"Are you sure? I don't want to scare James off. He might not be prepared for what bong night entails," Inga said, looking apprehensive as she stared into Viktor's eyes.

"Don't worry about James. He can decide for himself. If he likes what he sees, great. If not, he has you to keep him company," Viktor replied, gazing back at me with his soft blue eyes and a warm smile. I smiled back, completely clueless about what they were talking about.

After dinner, I stayed to help Inga clean up, and I told the guys I would join them once I had finished my chores. I could tell Viktor suspected I had a hidden agenda; he was pretty astute. He gave me a thorough once-over and paused to get a good long look at my girthy semi-flaccid cock while I stood next to Inga at the sink; it was the first time he’d seen my cock. He looked impressed. "Hurry up or you'll miss out on all the fun," Viktor teased as he and Jon left the kitchen.

I scraped the plates off into the bin and stacked the dirty dishes by the sink. Inga put on her rubber gloves, which for some reason really turned me on. I was swelling, instantly excited. She faced the sink and started cleaning the plates in the soapy water, stacking them on the draining board. I was standing behind her, looking down; I was now rock hard; Inga’s soft, pear-shaped buttocks looked so inviting only inches away from the leaking tip. I felt a surge of adrenaline; I wanted to thrust my thick cock right in her, to drive it home and feel her warm pussy gripping me.

"You're such a sweet boy. I wish my son would offer to help with the dishes," Inga said as she hummed an Abba tune.

She felt my warm breath on the back of her neck as I spoke, “I am a very naughty boy, with a huge cock.” I pressed my shaft against the side of her body. She gasped loudly, nearly dropping the plate on the floor. Her hand came round to grasp my shaft, but I pulled away.

“You haven’t finished your chores.” I twisted my hip and spun back, slapping my rigid length hard against her buttocks, which wobble so wonderfully. “The sooner you’re done, the sooner you can play,” I teased.

As I passed behind, reaching for the plates, I made sure the tip of my erection brushed against her flesh. With the dishes done, Inga turned to face me, looking very flustered. I could see she was exceptionally wet; there were several long trails of her love juice dribbling down her inner thighs.

“There, my chores are done; now let’s get you upstairs to bed.” With a demanding tone, she stepped closer until the tip of my cock pressed hard into her belly.

“I think the guys are expecting me to join them for this bong. I can’t disappoint them, can I?” I saw the frustration building in her eyes.

“Come on, join us; you can take my virginity after the bong.” Inga reached for a chair back to steady herself; she had gone weak at the knees momentarily.

“A virgin! How utterly divine, my darling, am I to be your first lover?” Her body melted in my lustful gaze.

We embraced in a fiery hug, our naked bodies pressed together as we kissed passionately. Our hands roamed freely, exploring each other's every curve. Her fingers tangled in my hair as I squeezed and massaged her soft, motherly ass, lost in the moment. But I knew we had to slow down and not get carried away. I pulled back, breathless and exhilarated; like dogs on a scorching summer day, we were panting heavily. Inga took hold of my hand and placed it between her legs. I explored her soaking folds; she circled my finger around her clit as it twitched. Her other hand grasped my shaft, stroking it slowly. I watched as her eyes rolled back in pleasure as she finally got to explore my willing cock; her chest was rising and falling heavily with each breath. Suddenly, her legs began to tremble as her hips bucked against my hand. She clung to me tightly, trying to steady herself as she climaxed.

“We should go to the bong.” I never wanted Inga so badly in that moment, but I knew the guys were expecting me at this bong thing.

As we walked into the barn, Inga led the way, holding my cock, pulling me in tow behind. An earthy, musky, and sweet scent hung in the air. Vikor was lounging on the sofa, his legs stretched out in front of him, knees wide apart; I had an unhindered view as he stroked his thick, rock-hard cock. I watched closely as he took a long drag from the tube that led to a large glass jar, his head tilted back as he exhaled a cloud of bluish smoke that snaked sensuously towards the ceiling. His eyes appeared heavy and glazed, but he had a look of pure contentment on his face. Jon sat in a similar position, also sporting an erection; his face was buried in a porn magazine. The coffee table was littered with them: color climax, pussycat and week-end sex, Viktor’s hand was gently masturbating Jon’s shaft, sliding up and down in unison with his own...