Clark found Poppy at lunch; they ate together, but all she could think of was her mom and Uncle Drey. Eventually she remembered she sat across from Clark, wondering if he knew what she was thinking, how wild it was, how taboo.

Poppy excused herself during lunch to go and get herself off; kissing her mom had been a bad idea, as she now could think of nothing else, and it kept making her weirdly horny.

Before her classes were over, Poppy headed home. Clark had offered to walk her, but she refused, saying she had to stop past her friends. She slipped inside quietly, hoping not to come home to a deserted house; to her joy, she heard noises coming from upstairs.

As she crept up the staircase, the noises growing louder with each step she eagerly climbed, she knew it wasn't her dad that was home; the obvious moans of her mom were far too loud and passionate.

Poppy managed to cross the landing towards her parents' bedroom door, the noise spilling out of the room and filling what they had obviously imagined was an empty, safe home; fortunately, they had left the door ajar again, just like the kitchen door yesterday.

Poppy peeked through the small gap left in the door; her breath hitched, and her ample chest rose. The scene in front of her was far more explicit than what she had witnessed in the kitchen, far better than the noises had teased, and way better than she had imagined.

Her mother was on her back in the middle of her parents' bed, dressed in blue satin lingerie, which brought out the flame of her hair, her stockinged legs wide and in the air, her uncle between her legs, his trousers bound around his ankles, his shirt pulled up and over his belly, his bare arse on show.

The angle and crack in the door allowed her to easily see the perfect view of her uncle's thick cock, although she couldn't see all of it, as the unseen portion was busy stuffing her mom's pussy. She watched it slide in and out of her mother's eager cunt slowly and deliberately, the sight of it glistening with her mother's juices making her own pussy throb with desire.

Poppy reached inside her bottoms, thankful she had not put her panties back on after her earlier bathroom masturbation sessions; her fingers began to work her clit.

She was impressed with herself for not making a sound, even though her mother's moans meant they probably would have been too engrossed to hear, as she watched her uncle's cock disappear and reappear once again from her mother's pussy, the obscene smacking of flesh on flesh adding to the scene.

"Oh... God, Baby, I love you pounding me hard. You know I love it," her mother moaned.

Poppy wondered, and really wanted to know, what his big thick cock would feel like in her own pussy, curious and excited at the notion of his throbbing cock inside her cunt. The image was intense, her imagination painting a picture of their bodies together, their breaths mingling, the possibility of him inside her as she began playing out another orgasm on her clit, racing towards it.

“Fuck me like last time, Baby,” Tess moaned, her voice desperate, her head thrown back, her burning red hair cascading across the crisp white pillows. “Make me come all over that big glorious dick.”

Poppy moaned at her mother's words, more vocal than she intended.

She held her breath as her uncle paused; she only let out the breath when Drey pushed inside Tess again, harder this time.

"GOD," Tess moaned, taken by surprise at his change in tact.

Poppy started on her clit again.

She moaned again as she watched her mom's hands travel down her uncle's back; her hands rested on his ass cheeks, pulling them apart and drawing him deeper. Poppy could see her uncle's skin around her mother's fingers turn white at the pressure, her mother eagerly pulling him back inside her.

"Fuck that's so good; fuck me harder," she moaned. "Harder," she demanded.

Drey obliged and began pounding her hard, the bed creaking and the headboard slamming against the wall with each forceful thrust.

Poppy could see the sweat glistening on her uncle's lower back, his cheeks clenching and unclenching with each powerful drive into her mother's pussy and her hands grappling his behind.

"Oh fuck, baby, you're so damn deep," Tess cried out. "I fucking love it when you pound me like this."

Poppy orgasmed; it was better than every orgasm she had had in the last twenty-four hours, maybe combined. Her knees went weak, and she came around from her bliss to her mother and uncle still at it.

"God, your cock feels so fucking good inside me," Tess moaned, her eyes squeezed shut, her head thrashing from side to side. "I'm going to cum; you're going to make me cum... all over that dick," she screamed.

"Fill me up, baby, fill my cunt with your cum; I want to feel you empty it all inside me!"

Drey slammed into her, his cock burying deep inside her, her pussy walls clenching around him, her body tensing as he filled her completely.

"Oh fuck yes, just like that. 'Fuck, that's it.'" She moaned, her fingers pawing his ass, urging him deeper, begging him to fill her.

Poppy watched as her uncle's balls slapped against her mother's ass, the sound echoing through the room.

"God, yes, baby, cum inside me, fill my cunt with your cum," Tess moaned, her body shivering as Drey fucked her relentlessly as he strained and admitted he was going to cum.

Tess began to cum, shaking and wrapping her legs around him as her brother grunted and changed his thrusts, filling her pussy.

"God, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," Tess moaned, her body convulsing as he filled her.

"Fuck, take my load," Drey groaned.

Poppy watched, for a second time, her mother climax.

She stood watching, the two catching their breath, her mother's fingers running up and down her uncle's spine, her legs still around him, her ankles locked, and holding him.

Poppy gathered her own thoughts and sneaked back downstairs; the way she had come, she made sure to go slow, not having the passionate moans of her mom to disguise her descent.

She waited a beat before they opened and slammed the door. "Me again, anyone home?" she yelled. She heard rapid movement from upstairs. "Getting a drink."

Poppy poured a glass and sat in the seat her father had occupied in the morning. She waited with a smug smile as her mum came into the kitchen, her robe wrapped around her.

"Oh, hi, honey," she greeted her daughter, her voice nervous and fast.

"Mum," Poppy replied, sipping her drink, "you look radiant; you're glowing."

Tess blushed. "Really, thank you, dear. I just, um, was about to take a quick shower. You know, to freshen up after, well, after a long day at work."

Poppy raised an eyebrow. "Really? Your cheeks are so flushed."

Tess's blush deepened. "Well, I, uh, I never got the chance because your Uncle Drey came over…" 

Poppy got up and kissed her mom on the lips again. "Oh, Uncle Drey is here; that's so nice – twice in two days, lucky us!"

Just as she said that, her uncle came into the kitchen. "Hey Kiddo, just stopped by to fix that light for your mom."

Poppy ran over and hugged him, pressing herself tightly into him.

"I love when you come to visit; you made my Friday, Uncle Drey," she teased.

Poppy noticed the flush deepen in her mom's cheeks.

"Well, I'm going to freshen up; you two don't get into any trouble," Poppy said and skipped away to her room. The door was barely closed, and her hand was back between her legs.