Pete took a deep breath. He and Clara walked side by side as they headed down the hall, past a bunch of closed doors. She gave him a warm, encouraging smile.

“You’ve done this before, no?” she asked.

“Sort of,” he said. “Not, well, in a club like this. But we did get together with Katja and Natasha.”

“Ah, yes. They are fun.”

Philippe led them to a room that held both a king-sized bed and an overstuffed couch that was covered with a sheet. Pete spotted a discreet end table by the door with bottles of lube and a bowl filled with condoms. After they were all inside, Philippe locked the door.

“Diane, may I?”

She nodded, and then flowed into his arms. Pete had only a moment to watch before Clara and Sandrine both moved next to him.

Clara put her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Their lips met. Hers were hot and hungry. Sandrine pressed against him from behind, her hands roaming over his body. He kept kissing Clara until she pulled back and gently nudged him to turn.

Then Sandrine was in his arms. Her passionate kisses caused him to catch his breath. Clara molded her body into his. He groaned as he stiffened.

“We are overdressed,” Sandrine murmured to him. She started undoing the buttons on his shirt. As she did, she scooted to the side and her daughter sank to her knees in front of him. Clara reached for his belt as her mom continued to work on his shirt. He helped them get him undressed, rather than tug at their clothes. When they had him nude, they both grinned. Sandrine pointed toward the couch.

He sat and watched as the women removed their dresses. They wore matching black lingerie—bra, panties, stockings.

“You coordinated,” he joked.

“My father suggested it,” Clara said. “He thought you might like it.”

“Oh, I do.”

They let him look for a moment before removing their bras and panties. Their breasts swayed so invitingly—Sandrine’s a bit larger than Clara’s, but Clara’s had bigger nipples. Both women had trimmed their pubic hair into thin lines pointed south.

After giving him a moment to admire, Clara climbed onto the couch next to him while Sandrine knelt in front of him. As Clara nestled into his side, her mother reached for his cock. She stroked him a couple of times and then lowered her head to suck.

On the bed, Mom was now on her back, nude, between the two men. They were kissing her and running their hands over her body. She writhed and moaned under their touch.

Pete’s blood raced. Sandrine’s tongue circled the crown of his dick before she took the whole thing in her mouth. Her hands caressed the lower part of his shaft.

Clara squirmed against him. He turned and kissed her, long and passionately, as her mom continued sucking him. He let himself go and enjoyed the moment. When Clara finally pulled back, she grinned and then slid to her knees beside her mother, who shifted to make room.

“Ever had a double blowjob? Clara asked.

“Not from a mother-daughter duo.”

She grinned. “You’re in for a treat."

They began by running their tongues up and down the sides of his shaft. Then one would suck lightly at the top while the other kissed his abdomen or near his balls. After a minute or two, Clara kissed her mother’s cheek. Sandrine turned, smiled at her, and then French-kissed her daughter.

Pete groaned.

They returned to sucking him until he could feel the pressure begin to build, and then they stopped.

Clara grinned up at him. “Too soon for you to come.”

He chuckled.

On the bed, Mom groaned. Theo stretched out between her legs, licking her pussy, while his father caressed and kissed her breasts.

Clara and Sandrine shared a silent look before smiling. Sandrine scrambled onto the couch next to him. She gave him a quick kiss before she leaned back and spread her thighs.

Clara gave his dick one last kiss before she shifted in front of her mother.

Pete’s heart jumped as Clara slowly kissed her way up Sandrine’s thighs. Sandrine sucked in her breath when her daughter began to lick her.

Pete just watched for a bit. He idly stroked his cock as Sandrine’s breathing slowly grew more ragged. Clara pulled back, smirked at him, and then slid two fingers inside her mom.

“Suck her nipples,” Clara urged.

He did so, moving from one to another. They were stiff, and Sandrine gasped every time he lightly bit down. He paused and watched Clara licking her mom for a bit. Then he returned to her breasts before kissing his way up to her mouth. She was already gasping and moaning, and then with a cry, she came.

Clara grinned at them, her face shiny with her mother’s juices. “I love doing that.”

Pete nodded. He was hard.

“May I?” Clara asked with a glance at his erection.

“Sure.”

She quickly got a condom, rolled it on him, and then straddled his lap. Sandrine scooted sideways, still catching her breath.

Clara’s pussy was hot and tight. She had to slowly ease down his shaft. He gasped and held her hips until she was all the way down.

“Nice cock,” she said.

“Nice pussy.”

She put her hands on the couch behind him and used the leverage to raise and lower herself. She started slowly, without any regular rhythm, but it still felt amazing.

“Maman?”

Sandrine smiled at the bed, and said something in French. After a reply from Theo, she stood and went to the bed.

Clara looked over her shoulder. “Oh, this will be good. Let’s turn.”

Philippe was screwing Mom in missionary on the bed. Theo knelt, his hard cock bobbing as he smiled at his approaching mother. She got on her hands and knees and knelt behind her.

Clara and Pete twisted around until she was in something close to reverse cowgirl. They could both see while she continued to slowly ride his cock.

Theo held his mom’s hips as he buried his dick inside her.  He paused once his hips met hers. Then he spanked her ass—hard—before pulling out and pounding her furiously fast.

Sandrine wailed in pleasure. She lowered her shoulders to the mattress as her son nearly drove her flat. He fucked her hard and fast.

Clara’s breathing grew ragged. Pete reached around and found her clit with his finger. She moaned as he started to rub.

Sandrine’s cries filled the room. Her whole body bounced as Theo held her hips and fucked her hard and fast. She was coming, Pete realized, coming continuously.

“She really likes it,” Pete murmured.

“He’s the best she’s ever had,” Clara replied between gasps.

“Let’s make you come.”

“Pinch my nipples.”

Her fingers replaced his on her clit. He moved his hands to her breasts and did as she asked.

Clara speeded up bouncing up and down on his cock. In front of them, Theo spanked his mother’s ass, causing her to wail and come again.

Clara cried out and shook as her orgasm coursed through her. Her pussy clamped down, and it pushed him over the edge. Pete exploded, his whole body shaking as he came. He closed his eyes as the ecstasy took him.

He opened them when Clara pulled off his lap. On the bed, Theo had sunk back on his haunches, his cock softening. His mother had rolled to her back and she smiled at her approaching daughter.

Clara climbed right between Sandrine’s legs and began to lick her brother’s semen out of her mother’s pussy.

Pete sucked in his breath. If he hadn’t just come, he’d be hard again.

***

They took a break to clean up a little and drink some water. Philippe and Mom had finished in time to watch Clara cleaning up her mother. Philippe had just beamed with approval. Mom’s eyes were filled with lust. The rest revived Pete, and by the time they’d finished, all three men were half-hard and clearly ready for more.

“If you’re willing,” Philippe said, breaking the ice, “we would like to watch the two of you together.” He shot his wife a sly grin. “We like watching as much as doing.”

“Especially when it’s family,” Theo chimed in.

“Well…” Mom looked questioningly at Pete.

He hesitated. He did want to fuck Mom, but he’d really enjoyed his time with Clara…

“We can make it less uncomfortable if you desire,” Philippe said. “We can be side by side, so you can watch us as well.”

Pete nodded to that. Mom did a moment later.

“Ah, good,” Philippe said. “Why don’t you take the center of the bed. Diane, if you could be on top?”

They arranged themselves with the men lying side by side. The bed was just big enough to manage it without them more than casually brushing each other’s arms. The others waited until Mom had straddled Pete, his cock rubbing along the outside of her pussy, which was getting her wetter and him harder. Then Clara straddled her father while Sandrine went to her son. A moment later, all three ladies were impaled on their respective men.

Pete had a really hard time paying attention to what he was doing himself. When Clara rose up, he could see her father’s cock splitting her labia wide. He watched for a minute or two until his mom pushed down hard on his own cock. She smiled at him, and then nodded toward Theo and Sandrine.

Theo was playing with his mom’s breasts as she rode him. She had her eyes closed and was leaning back, which made it all the more obscene.

And hot as hell.

Theo was watching them. Well, watching Mom. His eyes were transfixed on her breasts.

The three couples screwed for several minutes until Sandrine started to moan loudly. Theo still had one hand on his mom’s breasts, but was now rubbing her clit as well. With a cry, she shuddered and came. Theo let go as she collapsed forward on top of him. They kissed as the aftershocks of her orgasm shook her.

On their other side, Clara and Philippe were now passionately making out as she continued to slowly ride her father’s cock.

“Let’s switch,” Mom said. “You on top.”

Pete nodded and they shifted to missionary. As he sank into her, he once again looked around.

Theo and Sandrine had parted. They’d both rolled on their side and were watching Pete and his mom. Sandrine glowed, her chest flushed. Clara had sat back up and was bouncing hard and fast on her father.

Clara and Philippe spoke to each other in urgent French. She gasped and leaned forward, holding herself up with her arms. Her father grabbed her breasts roughly, squeezing and pinching them.

Clara moaned, shook, and came. A moment later, Philippe shouted and did the same.

“Come inside me,” Mom urged.

Pete thrust hard and fast. He grinned at her. “You first.”

She nodded and closed her eyes. They climaxed together in a wave of pleasure.

***

The six of them rested for a bit. Sandrine and Clara left for the restroom and returned a few minutes later, chatting happily in French. Philippe passed around water again, and then some champagne. As they all sat on the bed or couch, he raised his glass.

“A toast,” he said in English. “To family love.” He smiled at his daughter.

They clinked glasses and drank.

“So what next?” Theo asked.

“What would you like?” Philippe replied.

Theo smiled at Mom. “If Diane is willing, I would like to spend some time with her.”

Sandrine said, “I will just watch.”

“Clara?” Philippe prompted.

“Could… I have both Pete and you together, Papa?” She smiled at him.

Pete smiled back and felt his cock stir. It looked like he could go another round.