Part 1

The family sat around the table naked, passing plates of pasta and salad like it was the most normal thing in the world. But every touch lingered a little too long, every glance carried heat. Ellen kept her eyes down at first, cheeks still flushed from being caught bent over the sink, Joe's cum fresh on her tongue. Yet she couldn't ignore the way her nipples stayed hard, or how her pussy throbbed every time she shifted in her chair.

Sara broke the ice with a giggle. "This is the weirdest—and hottest—dinner I've ever had. Pass the garlic bread?"

Dani handed it over, deliberately brushing her fingers along Sara's arm. "You think this is weird? Wait until dessert."

Robbie smirked, his cock already half-hard under the table as he watched his mother try to act composed. "Mom, you okay? You look... flushed."

Ellen met his eyes, then glanced away. "I'm fine. Just... processing."

Joe chuckled, his hand casually resting on Dani's thigh, thumb tracing slow circles. "We're all processing, honey. But damn if it doesn't feel good."

The meal passed with light banter—school gossip from Sara and Dani, Joe joking about work—while underneath, the air crackled with tension. Hands wandered. Dani's foot teased Robbie's cock under the table. Sara leaned over to "help" Ellen with the salad, her bare breast brushing Ellen's arm. By the time the plates were empty, everyone was breathing heavier.

Robbie pushed his chair back. "Dessert time."

He stood, cock now fully erect, thick and heavy. Ellen's eyes locked on it immediately, remembering how it had stretched her mouth, her pussy. Dani and Sara slid from their chairs without a word, kneeling on either side of him.

"Show Mom how good you two are together," Robbie said, voice low.

Dani and Sara grinned at each other, then turned to his cock. Dani took the head into her mouth while Sara licked the shaft, their tongues meeting, swirling together around him. Robbie groaned, threading fingers through their hair.

Joe watched, stroking himself slowly. Ellen couldn't look away. The sight of her daughter and Sara worshipping her son's cock—wet sounds, soft moans—made her pussy ache.

"Come here, Mom," Robbie said, eyes on her. "You started dessert earlier with Dad. Finish it with me."

Ellen hesitated only a second before rising, legs shaky. She walked around the table, Joe reaching out to squeeze her ass as she passed. When she reached Robbie, he gently turned her, pressing her back against the table edge. Dani and Sara made room, each taking one of Ellen's hands and guiding it to Robbie's cock.

"Stroke him," Dani whispered. "Feel how hard he is for you."

Ellen wrapped her fingers around her son's shaft, marveling again at the size. Dani and Sara knelt lower, licking his balls while Ellen slowly pumped him. Robbie leaned in, kissing his mother's neck, then capturing her mouth. She moaned into the kiss, tasting herself from earlier.

Joe moved behind her, hands cupping her heavy breasts, pinching her nipples. "You want him inside you again, don't you?" he murmured in her ear.

Ellen broke the kiss, gasping. "God, yes."

Robbie lifted her onto the table, spreading her legs wide. Dani and Sara climbed up too, one on each side, sucking Ellen's nipples while Robbie rubbed his cockhead along her soaked slit.

"Please," Ellen whispered, no longer caring how wrong it sounded. "Fuck me, Robbie."

He pushed in slowly, letting her feel every inch. Ellen cried out, back arching as he filled her completely. Joe stood beside them, stroking himself while watching his son's cock disappear into his wife's pussy.

Dani straddled Ellen's face without asking, lowering her dripping pussy onto her mother's eager mouth. Ellen licked hungrily, tasting her daughter again, while Sara moved behind Robbie, pressing her tits against his back and reaching around to fondle his balls as he thrust.

The kitchen filled with wet sounds—Robbie pounding Ellen, her muffled moans into Dani's pussy, Sara's fingers teasing, Joe's low groans as he jerked off watching.

Robbie sped up, gripping Ellen's hips. "Gonna cum inside you, Mom."

"Do it," she gasped against Dani's clit. "Fill me up."

With a guttural groan, Robbie buried himself deep and erupted, hot spurts flooding Ellen's pussy. The sensation pushed her over—her body convulsed, pussy clenching around her son's cock as she came hard, tongue fucking Dani deeper.

Dani ground down, cumming on her mother's face with a sharp cry. Sara quickly replaced her, sitting on Ellen's cum-smeared mouth while Dani slid down to lick where Robbie and Ellen joined.

When Robbie finally pulled out, thick cum oozed from Ellen's stretched pussy. Dani and Sara took turns licking it up—first from Ellen, then sharing a cum-slick kiss above her.

Joe couldn't hold back anymore. He stepped between Ellen's legs, sliding easily into her cum-filled pussy. "Jesus, you're so wet," he groaned, fucking her with short, hard thrusts.

Ellen wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper. "Fuck me, Joe. Fuck your cum-filled wife."

Robbie moved to Ellen's head, feeding her his slick cock. She sucked greedily, tasting herself and his cum while Joe pounded her.

Sara and Dani knelt nearby, fingering each other while watching.

Joe came quickly, adding his load to Robbie's inside Ellen. When he pulled out, the girls dove in again, cleaning her thoroughly with their tongues until Ellen came a second time, shaking.

Finally spent, they collapsed in a tangle on the kitchen floor—naked, sticky, laughing softly.

Sara broke the silence. "So... sleepover rules still apply?"

Dani grinned. "Oh, definitely. But I think we all sleep in the living room tonight. More space."

Robbie pulled Ellen close, kissing her forehead. "Welcome to the new family rules, Mom."

Ellen looked around at her husband stroking Dani's hair, Sara curled against Joe's side, her children so comfortable in their skin—and felt something shift inside her. Shame lingered, but beneath it, a deep, thrilling heat.

She smiled, tracing a finger down Robbie's chest. "Just... be gentle with me tomorrow. I'm going to be sore."

Everyone laughed.

The night was far from over.

Part 2

The living room became their playground that night. Blankets and pillows scattered across the floor, bodies tangled in a haze of sweat and moans. Robbie orchestrated it all with quiet commands, his cock never softening for long.

Ellen was the center at first. Robbie had her on all fours, pounding her from behind while she ate Sara's pussy and Dani sucked Joe's cock beside them. Every thrust pushed Ellen closer to the edge until she shattered.

"Oh God, Robbie!" she cried out, her body convulsing as orgasm ripped through her. "I'll be your slut! Your complete fucking slut! I'll bend over for you anywhere, anytime you want—just say the word and I'll spread my legs for that big cock!"

Robbie groaned, slamming deeper, filling her with another load as she babbled promises into Sara's thigh.

Dani pulled off Joe's cock, eyes gleaming. "Me too, Master. Sara and I—we want your friends to fuck us whenever you say. Tell them they can use our mouths, our pussies, our asses. We're yours to share."

Sara nodded frantically, grinding against Ellen's tongue. "Yes! Bend us over in the locker room, the parking lot—anywhere. Just let them cum in us."

The next day at school, Robbie wasted no time.

In the boys' bathroom between classes, he texted John and Brett: Stall 3. Now.

Dani and Sara were already waiting, skirts hiked up, panties in their purses. John took Dani first—pushing her against the wall, sliding into her soaked pussy while she bit her lip to stay quiet. Brett had Sara bent over the sink, mirror reflecting her flushed face as he fucked her hard.

Robbie watched, stroking himself. "Cum inside them. Mark them."

Both friends obliged, grunting as they pumped load after load into the girls. Dani and Sara kissed sloppily over the stall wall, cum already leaking down their thighs as they headed to next period.

After school, John, Brett, and two more teammates—Mike and Tyler—showed up at the house "for video games." Ellen answered the door in a thin sundress, no bra or panties as Robbie had instructed that morning.

"Boys," she said breathlessly, eyes dropping to their crotches. "Robbie said you'd be coming."

They didn't make it past the living room. Ellen was stripped and on her knees in minutes, sucking each cock in turn while Robbie filmed on his phone. Then they took turns fucking her—on the couch, over the coffee table, against the wall. Four loads deep in her pussy, one in her mouth that she swallowed greedily.

"More," she begged, legs spread wide on the rug. "Fill me up."

They rotated again, each adding another hot load until her pussy overflowed, thick rivers of cum running down her ass.

That's when Dani and Sara walked in from their after-school "study session" (really another quick bathroom gangbang with different teammates).

"Started without us?" Dani laughed, stripping as she crossed the room.

The boys turned like wolves. Soon Dani was riding Mike while Tyler fucked her ass, Sara on her knees taking John and Brett at both ends. Ellen lay nearby, fingers lazily circling her clit, watching her daughter and Sara get absolutely railed.

When the boys finally finished—adding their final loads to Dani and Sara's already-stuffed holes—Ellen crawled over. She squatted above the girls' faces, pushing hard.

"Open wide, babies."

Thick streams of mixed cum poured from her gaping pussy. Dani and Sara caught it on their tongues, swapping the messy load between deep, filthy kisses—passing strings of cum back and forth until it coated their chins.

Cont

Joe came home to the living-room orgy one too many times. The sight of his naked wife pushing thick globs of teenage cum into Dani’s laughing mouth while four of Robbie’s football buddies jerked themselves hard again finally cracked something in him.

He stood in the doorway, face ashen. “This… this has to stop,” he said, voice cracking. “All of it. Right now. It’s wrong. It’s destroying us.”

Dani licked a strand of cum from Sara’s chin and giggled. “But Daddy, you came so hard last night watching Robbie breed Mom.”

Sara smirked, spreading her legs wider so another load oozed out. “And you begged me to sit on your face after.”

Robbie rose from the couch, cock swinging heavy and slick. “You don’t get a vote anymore, Dad.”

Joe opened his mouth to argue again—something about decency, family, God—but John and Brett were already moving. They pulled out of Ellen and Sara with wet pops, laughing low.

“Old man’s getting mouthy again,” John said.

They grabbed Joe before he could back away, bending him roughly over the arm of the couch. His pants were yanked down in one motion. A thick cock—Brett’s—pressed against his hole, still loose and slick from earlier use.

Joe’s protest died in a strangled groan as Brett sank in to the hilt. The burn, the stretch, the utter humiliation—it flooded him with shameful heat. He told himself he hated it, that he was being forced, but his cock betrayed him, hardening against the couch cushion as Brett started thrusting.

If he was honest with himself—and late at night, alone, he sometimes was—he knew the protests were feeble because part of him craved exactly this: being put in his place, forced to his knees, bent over and used like the family’s secondary slut. He loved the taste of his wife and daughter on those young cocks when they fed him straight from their ruined pussies. The degradation made him leak pre-cum like a teenager.

Some nights, when Ellen slept curled against Robbie in his bed—her new normal—Joe would stay up, hand working his cock in the dark living room, replaying the scenes. The shame only made him cum harder.

Other nights, Ellen would wake to the sad, rhythmic sound of Joe wanking in the next room. Half-asleep and irritated, she’d slip from Robbie’s arms and pad back to the master bedroom—only to find Robbie already there, silently pushing into Joe from behind.

Robbie never spoke during those visits. He’d just grip Joe’s hips, fuck him steady and deep until he flooded his father’s ass with hot cum, then pull out and return to Ellen without a word. Joe would lie there afterward, hole twitching and leaking, cock untouched but spurting anyway from the sheer wrongness of it.

By morning he’d be quiet again, protests forgotten—until the next time the sight of his family lost in depravity stirred that weak, familiar outrage.

And the cycle continued.

Because deep down, Joe no longer really wanted it to stop.

Part 3

The days blurred into a fever of flesh and taboo. Robbie’s house had become a den of constant, casual depravity. Ellen now greeted every visitor with a knowing smile and no panties, bending over counters or tables whenever Robbie’s eyes flicked her way. Dani and Sara walked around half-dressed or naked, thighs perpetually glistening, giggling about how many loads they’d taken that day. Joe tried to protest once more, weakly muttering about “boundaries,” but the sight of his wife and daughter on their knees for Robbie’s friends always silenced him—his cock betraying him before his words could.

Sara, though, was the one who burned hottest for more.

Every time she watched Ellen push thick rivers of stranger-cum into Dani’s eager mouth, Sara’s pussy clenched with jealous hunger. She wanted that with her own family. She wanted her prim, church-going mom Samantha on her knees, wanted her dad Bill’s familiar cock stretching her while her brothers Mark and Jim filled her from both ends. The wrongness of it made her drip. She confessed it all to Dani one night, fingers buried in each other’s cunts, whispering how she dreamed of her mother’s tongue cleaning cum from her ruined holes.

So they hatched the plan.

First, the brothers.

Robbie texted Mark and Jim: Come over. Got something to show you.

They arrived on a lazy Saturday afternoon, basketball shorts and innocent grins, expecting video games and snacks. Ellen was at the kitchen sink in a pale yellow sundress that barely skimmed her ass, the fabric clinging to her braless tits. She turned when they walked in, smiling warmly.

“Hey, boys. Robbie’s around somewhere. Want a drink?”

Mark and Jim mumbled hellos, eyes flicking to the way the dress rode up when she reached for glasses. Before they could answer, Robbie strolled in, casual as ever.

“Yo, what’s up?” he said, fist-bumping them both. “We hanging or what?”

Mark laughed. “Yeah, man, whatever you got planned.”

Robbie grinned. “I’ll show you.”

“Dani!” he called.

Dani padded in wearing an even shorter white summer dress, thin straps and no bra, nipples already poking through. She smiled sweetly at Mark and Jim.

“Hey, guys.”

Small talk flowed—school, basketball, summer plans—while Dani moved to the kitchen table, bending over to “fix” a napkin that didn’t need fixing. The dress rode high, revealing a paper-thin black g-string that disappeared between her perfect cheeks.

Robbie kept chatting with the brothers, catching up, acting like nothing was happening. Then, mid-sentence, he stepped behind Dani. One hand casually lifted the hem of her dress. The other tugged the string aside, exposing her glossy pink pussy and tight little asshole. Without breaking conversation, he pulled his thick cock free and pressed the head against her slit.

Mark and Jim froze, conversation dying as they watched inch after thick inch disappear into Dani’s cunt. Her lips clung greedily, stretching around him, juices already coating his shaft as he sank balls-deep in one slow, deliberate push.

Ellen glanced over her shoulder, eyes hooded, then turned back to the dishes like it was normal. Soap suds slid down her forearms while her thighs pressed together, pussy throbbing.

Robbie started a lazy rhythm, sliding almost all the way out before gliding back in, talking the whole time.

“So yeah, coach has us running suicides all week—”

He pushed his thumb into Dani’s asshole. She moaned, loud and needy, pushing back, her body quivering.

The sound broke something in Ellen. Juices had been running down her inner thighs for minutes. Without a word she bent forward over the sink, dress riding up to bare her round, perfect ass and shaved pussy—swollen, dripping, ready.

Mark swallowed hard. Ellen wanted it. He could tell. Hesitant, he stepped closer, hand brushing her shoulder. Ellen immediately arched back, grinding her bare cunt against the bulge in his shorts.

Both moaned.

Jim watched, cock straining, unsure.

Mark grew bolder. He slid the dress higher, fingers finding her soaked lips, parting them, circling her fat clit. Ellen whined, pushing back desperately, mewling like a cat in heat.

Mark freed his cock—thick, veined, already leaking. He gripped Ellen’s throat gently but firmly, pulling her back a step from the sink. With his other hand he guided himself in.

Ellen’s head fell back against his shoulder as he filled her, a low guttural sound escaping her throat. Wrong—so fucking wrong—fucking her best friend’s teenage son while her own son casually railed his sister ten feet away. The shame burned deliciously, feeding her arousal.

Jim couldn’t wait anymore. He pulled his cock out, stroking slowly, eyes darting between Robbie’s thumb disappearing into Dani’s ass and his brother starting to thrust into Ellen.

Ellen glanced back, saw Jim waiting, cock in hand. Her eyes glazed with need. She tugged Mark backward until they hit the kitchen bench, sliding down to the floor in a tangle. She pulled Mark’s slick cock from her pussy and guided it straight into her asshole, sinking down with a filthy moan.

Then she looked at Jim, lips parted, face flushed with depravity.

“Come here, baby.”

Jim dropped to his knees. Ellen had four fingers buried in her own cunt, wrist grinding against her clit. Without removing them, Jim pushed forward—his cock sliding alongside her fingers into that hot, clutching heat.

He felt everything—his brother’s cock grinding through the thin wall, Ellen’s fingers wriggling against his shaft, her pussy spasming already. They found a rhythm, lost in it, eyes glazed, chasing the forbidden high.

Then Jim looked across the kitchen.

Sara—his sweet little sister—was on the tile floor, legs splayed wide, scissoring furiously with Dani. Their pussies slammed together, clits grinding, abs straining, moans echoing.

But what destroyed him was Robbie standing over them, methodically fucking Sara’s throat. Each slow withdrawal left strings of spit and pre-cum; each brutal thrust buried him balls-deep, the outline of his cock visible bulging in her slender neck. Tears streaked Sara’s mascara, but her eyes were pure animal bliss.

Jim’s brain short-circuited. His innocent sister, gagging and drooling on Robbie’s monster cock with ecstatic devotion—it was too much. His balls clenched hard...