My sexy wife wanted to wear her “most beautiful outfit” this year for New Year's Eve. The only issue I had with that is my wife looked fantastic in everything…or out of it. So it really came down to just her pretty smile.

And black satin six-inch ankle-strap pumps, black nails shining brightly with fireworks painted on them, and her essential black choker with the gold infinity charm.

Sally wore her brown hair down with the front pulled back in three braids on each side to the back of her head with a long ribbon to join them.

“Well?!” She said with her hips cocked and her arms akimbo, her full-figured tall frame a road map for sex.

“Honestly, babe, I’m having a hard time not staring at your nipples, but the rest of it is pretty spectacular!”

She playfully smacked me on the shoulder and reached down and squeezed my balls a little bit tighter than usual.

“David, get dressed, or undressed quickly. Your mom seems a little impatient tonight.”

We were having the annual New Year’s Eve fuck fest at our house. But regardless of which of the three siblings hosted, Mom was always in charge.

"Oh? How would you know?" I playfully inquired.

She turned, bent, and revealed a perfect lipstick kiss mark on her left ass cheek. I recognized it as my Mom's signature claiming mark. She had already fucked or sucked or eaten my wife before the preparations even began.

I shook my head and proceeded to shed my clothes.

My mom, Marilyn, was a knockout. No question. Tonight, she was dressed in a tiny black backless dress with twin spaghetti straps coming off the top of each see-through cup, crisscrossing her bare back. It was designed to be worn with a fancy bra, but not if Marillyn Rockwell was wearing it. "Nipples need to be seen!"

She wore a silver and black lace thong that peeked out regularly as she moved about the kitchen.

She strutted in six-inch black pumps with open toes to show off her bright red polish. How women did this I don’t know, but just like my wife she has special skills. Mom loves plenty of bracelets. The theme tonight was silver. Her red hair was in a high ponytail down her pretty back.

My brother, Frank, had just arrived with his cute, mix-raced, big-breasted wife Cherelle who wore a glittering silver party dress cut like Mom's with similar sexy peeks of her pretty silver thong. Her long nails were painted with sparkling silver polish. Her sexy black hair was parted in the middle and combed down and back to gather just below her sexy neck as a ball tied off with a big silver bow.

At thirty-one it was no surprise she was forty-six-year-old Frank's new trophy wife, as he had a lot of money. And she could suck like a high-end whore, despite having two Masters and being a licensed dive instructor. Frank was thick, but sweet. A perfect match.

My stunning, formidable, tight-pussied sister, Fiona, had not yet arrived. Representing, her twenty-year-young twin sons, Ted and Tom, were back from college with barely legal young sluts. They knew how to pick 'em, and to lose 'em. Only this time something crazy had happened: the identical twins had brought a pair of identical twins. The two blonde sorority type nymphos were dressed in matching mini-skirts and thongs in a dark blue clingy satin material that showed off everything skirts are supposed to hide! Apparently, they got the dress code for the evening and neither one sported a bra. Prominent pink nipples stacked on C-cup tits looked like they might rip through the thin material of their blue silk blouses.

Their names were Tina and Gina. To help everyone, they wore necklaces with letter pendants to differentiate. My nephews had told their grandmother that the twins were well aware of our family’s fun proclivities and had practiced family love at home already.

Apparently they had a randy uncle...I could relate. These two were going to be fun.

As introductions were made, I saw Mom eyeing them up and down. These naively confident looking classic American girls blushed a bit at her scrutiny. Enticingly sexy to look at and oozing with sensual playfulness that only some girls are blessed to have, they both were casually barefoot showing small-town roots and a grounding of sorts. Matching belly button jewelry holiday sparkled through their ridiculously thin outfits.

They were adorable and walked away from Mom with matching lipstick kisses on their left breasts. I made a resolution to have both.

Tom introduced us. "This is my Uncle Dave and my Aunt Sally." We nodded and I kissed back of hands eliciting ridiculously practiced giggles. Sally audaciously went in for an ass grab and a French kiss to each.

Ted wasted an explanation. "Uh, my aunt is really horny. Like all the time."

To punctuate, my wife gave my nephew a similar kiss. "My ass is ready, Teddy boy. I know how you love it." He blushed, the girls gasped, I rolled my eyes.

The last member of the family who was nowhere in sight was my father, Bruce. He was a good-looking man nearly seventy with a rugged beard and the poise and savvy of a CEO. He was the kind of man one did not refuse and based on the reports of his exceptional cock skills, none of the women in the family ever had.

In fact, we wondered who young Ted and Tom's father actually was. My sister, Fiona's husband had left when the boys were three after discovering Dad doggy-fucking his wife, my sister. He kind of overreacted. It was her birthday.

Having provided most of the supplies for the evening, Mom served as bartender. Despite my sister being late, she decided to proceed with the main event. After filling up eight champagne flutes, she deftly unzipped and removed her barely there black dress. Stepping in front of us in nothing but a thong and her incredible heels, she didn’t look a fuck over forty. She always claimed excessive sex kept her young. I wasn’t about to argue.

“Welcome, everyone! The annual event has been special to me for many years. The participants have been varied and sometimes not members of our own family.” She tipped her glass to the two young blondes, who blushed. “But there is something special about having you all here.”

As if on cue, our front door burst open, and my sister, the redheaded doctor, burst through. She was wearing a fluffy fake white fur coat, her own version of sexy heels and probably not much else.

“So sorry everybody! There was an emergency with one of my patients and I couldn’t get away. Looks like I made it just in time for the toast.”

She had removed her coat and hung it on a chair nearby. I was almost right; my sexy sister was wearing nothing but a garter belt and gorgeous fishnet stockings. Her nails were red in honor of the season, and her beautiful blonde hair was tied up in a sexy messy bun. She took a glass of champagne from Mom and sat between her two nearly naked sons. After a quick exchange of a hot, sexy kiss with each, she took a deep breath and smiled.

“Are you settled?” my mother said with teasing sarcasm. Fiona nodded and winked at me. I shook my head and smiled.

Mom proceeded. “And a warm welcome, Gina and Tina, to your first of what I hope will be many experiences with the loving Rockwell family. The event rules are simple: assume everyone here wants to have sex with everyone else. Enjoy whoever you can whenever you can. Keep yourself hydrated and if you’d like, well lubricated with anything from the bar. Go as long as you can, stay as long as you’d like. Toys are in the basket next to the doorway. Flavored lubrication is sitting here on the end of the bar.” She pointed to her right to a display of several small shiny bottles. “And finally, fuck until you drop! Happy New Year, everyone!”

The young sorority girls both giggled in shock at their boyfriend’s grandmother’s brazenness but joined in the toast with all of us.

Sally and I clicked glasses and then drank each other's as was our tradition. Her almost naked body was already starting to gain a sheen of sweat. She was a sexual dynamo, and I couldn’t wait for her to have a good time with my brother, Wayne, or anyone else. She loved my brother’s cock, and I loved to see her ride it. That would be happening at some point tonight.

He and I were both wearing our traditional dress up of tight black briefs and a Chippendale style bowtie. I prefer bare feet, my brother liked a pair of black shoes.

My cock was pushed to the left, and already began to grow when I saw Fiona's reveal out of that fur coat. I might ask her to put it back on when I take her over the couch.

But first things first!

Twenty years of tradition called for my brother and me to take my mom in a spit roast. We both stepped forward and offered our hands and led her over to the large ottoman. She immediately dropped to her knees on it and began stroking us through our briefs.

“Looks like my boys are ready. Mommy's excited for her holiday treat”

With that, she pulled both down, and my brother and I released our growing cocks. His was fatter and shorter, mine was longer and thinner. But there was no jealousy or comparison as our sexy mother, who had been the first fuck for both of us, always enjoyed the differences. She was soon stroking and licking and sucking on the heads. A few seconds on one a few seconds on the other. I put my hand on my older brother’s shoulder, and he did the same to me, we smiled and shook our heads gently at the craziness of our family; loving every second of it.

Around us other partnerships had started.

Tom and Ted had taken their mom. Fiona started with side-by-side stroking. She sat tall with proud inviting breasts, the Blondie sisters watching from the other couch, hands in crotches, blouses open.

Soon, Fiona had Ted in her mouth and was doing a slurping show. She was drooling and spitting. A master class for the young ones. Tom was on the floor, his mother's vulva attacking his mouth. He was not eating her pussy, she was fucking his face. The moans and groans were familiar, in the literal sense of the word. Family cums first.

I admired young Tom’s impressive penis. I had had it a few times in my mouth and it tasted sweet when it had its release. Perhaps he would be interested in taking my back door aga—

I was yanked back to focus by an irritated mother's face.

"Me first, darlings. Then the young cunts of white bread America."

I laughed as Mom took Frank to his first throat dump. The bastard never lasted long. I loved that.

She swallowed all, slapped his thigh, and he sulked away. She looked up at me as her manicured finger caught some of his spend escaping. So much for the spit roast.

She jokingly mouthed, "You're my favorite!"

Mom lay back on the ottoman, her wide hips grown wider. Her appetite displayed with open thighs, desperate for her son's loving length. And she got filled promptly. Her warmth and muscle spasms were never old. After Sally's vagina, Mom's was my favorite hole to fuck.

I was soon holding her calves and driving into her deeply. Her bracelets shook as she played with her own nipples. My sister-in-law was soon straddling Mom's face. She lowered her black and purlple pussy to be taken like a sloppy ice cream cone in mid-July.

Cherelle groaned loudly. "Oh fuuuuck Marilyn. Sooo good!"

I kept my pace and leaned forward. I latched onto one of the two chocolate nipples that had been accusing me of neglect with pointed attitude.

I heard Frank moan and saw he had engaged Tina in a reboot. Sorry, G pendant. Gina. She was kneeling on a chair, and he was feeding her his savory stuff. From the way she bobbed and licked she knew how to please a cock. The view for me and Cherelle was a sweetheart ass and a dripping slit. The lower case “i” was capped with a perfect pink puckered star. We both moaned in desire,e then looked to each other and laughed.

"Whoever cums first gets first blonde!" I challenged as I thrust faster into a muffled-grunting Mom.

"You're - oh fuck yes, right there - you're on!" Challenge accepted.

Next to us, sister Fiona was getting railed by son Ted whilst slumped over the couch arm. This was an early position for her. She usually was more a top until her third or fourth cum. We made eye contact, and I knew from her lust-lidded look that this was not her first fuck of the night. "Take care of a patient" my ass.

The thought of it took me over the top. I stiffened, widened and shouted. "Happy New Year MOM!" I fired off several volleys of hot cum into the second-best pussy in the room and felt her convulse around me, her heel spikes, digging into my ass cheeks. Had she not been sucking on Cherelle, she would have said the same back. It was a holiday tradition.

Satisfied I had cum and satisfied I had won, I slipped out of Mom's puffed puss. It sighed as her legs relaxed and my white oozed out of her pink. I stepped to my brother's sexy wife and kissed her hard. She met my tongue with hunger and screamed into my throat as her nipple was twisted the way she liked.

I pulled away and she let out the last of her vocal orgasm as her body slumped and her hips convulsed.

She stumbled off of Mom, and I guided her to the floor. She had a big release and would need to recover. But she had a brother-in-law to harden. I straddled her chest and without coaxing, she took me into her mouth as if I were a baby's pacifier.

Behind me I saw the other blonde wantonly sucking out my cum from my mother. She was up on her elbows, smiling.
"How lovely."

I turned to find my sister still being pounded by Tom, although positions had changed. She was scrunched in the corner of the couch, her fishnet calves at her ears and her son drilling straight down. The screeches and grunts let me know he was close, and she was multi-cumming. I guess I would have to have seconds, or rather thirds.

My lovely Sally had kept her promise. She was on the floor to my right, a bottle of lube carelessly tipped on its side as her nephew pounded her tight ass. It was a wonder to behold the youthful shaft stretching the surrendered hole. He and his brother had size and the sweetest curve upwards that hit g-spots and prostates with equal accuracy.

One of them would indulge me later.

After watching for five minutes, I stepped to the bar to mix myself a Manhattan and was greeted by my naked father shaking a martini. His salt and pepper beard was matted already. Who had he been fucking?

"Happy New Year, Davey. Quite a group we have here tonight." I smiled and went to respond when I noticed his hips were moving. I looked over and saw Gina, her expert mouth sucking on his white and pink pulser. I snapped my head back toward my brother.

"How did she - ?"

Frank was in a chair drinking a beer, his wet spent spear soft on his belly.

Lightweight.

"Don't wear her out, Pop. I need some All-American Ass before morning."

"Worry not, son. Oh darling," he said to the insatiable nymph with the bobbing boobs, "Get on all fours baby, Grampa needs your pussy."

She popped off and giggled, "Hi Uncle David!" then followed orders by crawling to the carpet next to the bar. “I love your family!”

Dad shrugged and I high fived him and headed back to find her sister. Manhattan in hand.

My brief few moments at the bar allowed for the whole scene to change. My mom was sucking out my wife’s ass. It was dripping with her grandson’s semen and she could not be happier. Her nose was buried deep in the crack of my Sally’s sumptuous cheeks. Her thong was still on, but pulled to decide. She liked it that way.

Sally was blissfully post-orgasmic and presently sapphic.

Mom was running her tongue up and down and slurping as if it was the best soup she had ever eaten. It was a direct line to my arousal and I began to stiffen with the debauchery. I would like to have Mom again and probably would before the weekend was over, but I had other familial plans.

Fiona was lying cuddled in the corner of the couch. Her son had slipped off to the bathroom and one of his girlfriends was licking out Fiona‘s overflowing cunt. What was it with these blondes and their desire for cum? I loved it and could not wait to experience it firsthand. In fact, it looked like Tina would be a perfect hors d’oeuvre to my main course.

Besides, I had won her fair and square.

Before indulging, I searched the room and discovered my sister-in-law was fucking her own husband. How mundane. However, with a body like her nothing seemed to be regular, normal, bland. We made eye contact and she smiled, knowing what I was about to fuck.

I came in behind Tina and rubbed my stiffening inches up and down the crack of her ass. She moaned and turned her head to see who was behind her.

No protest involved, just simple curiosity. There really were sexy young blonde nymphomaniacs in the world, and I had one right in front of me.

The ease with which my cock slid into her succulent slot confirmed that this girl was built for sex. I could have gone all the way to the...