Alex stood under the steaming hot spray, one hand braced flat against the slick tiled wall, the other wrapped tightly around the thick, veined shaft of his cock. He'd been stroking himself for several long minutes already, starting slow and deliberate, then building speed as the heat of the water cascaded over his broad shoulders and down the hard planes of his back. His fist glided up and down with wet, rhythmic sounds, thumb dragging over the swollen, flushed head on every upward stroke, spreading the clear precum that beaded there. His heavy balls drew up tighter with each pass.
He was close, right on the edge. A low, guttural groan tore from his throat as he sped up, hips jerking forward. Thick ropes of hot cum erupted from him in powerful spurts. He aimed high on purpose, painting the shower wall in heavy, opaque white streaks that clung thickly to the wet tiles. More followed in long, sticky pulses that slowly began to drip downward in messy trails. He milked the last thick drops out with slow, squeezing strokes, watching his load slide and glisten under the running water.
He had no idea his teenage sister Claire had been standing just outside the half-open bathroom door the entire time, eyes fixed hungrily on him. She had heard the wet slap of skin on skin and the deepening, animal grunts. When she watched him shoot those heavy ropes across the tiles, she bit down hard on her lower lip, thighs pressing tightly together as her pussy clenched and grew slick.
Claire stepped inside while the water still ran, wearing only a thin white tank top that clung to her full breasts, nipples already stiff and visible through the fabric, and nothing at all below the waist. Alex turned, startled, cock still half-hard and glistening with residual cum and water.
Claire said nothing. She dropped gracefully to her knees on the wet floor, crawled forward, and pressed her soft, warm tongue flat against the first thick stripe of his fresh cum on the wall. She dragged it slowly, deliberately upward, collecting the warm, salty load into her mouth. A soft, hungry moan vibrated in her throat as she swallowed it down.
Alex stared down at her, pulse hammering harder in his cock.
She ignored the half-formed protest, licking another long trail, then another, her tongue sweeping across the slick tiles, gathering every drop she could reach. Cum mixed with water and ran down her chin in thin rivulets. She chased it with her tongue, sucking it off her lower lip before going back for more. When a thicker clump began to slide, she caught it neatly on the tip of her tongue and moaned around the taste, eyes fluttering shut in pure pleasure.
Alex's cock twitched back to full, rigid hardness right in front of her face, the head flushed dark and already leaking again. Claire finished cleaning the wall with slow, thorough licks, then turned her head and took him into her mouth without warning. Her lips stretched wide around his thick shaft, hot and wet and greedy. She sucked the remaining taste of his cum from his cock while her free hand slid between her own spread thighs, two fingers pushing deep into her already soaked, dripping cunt.
He groaned loudly, one large hand fisting in her damp hair as she deep-throated him, the wet, filthy sounds of her sucking and gagging filling the small bathroom. Claire pulled off just long enough to look up at him with shiny, spit-slicked lips, her voice rough and husky.
"You taste so fucking good when you paint the wall for me, big brother."
Then she went straight back down, swallowing him all the way in until her nose pressed against his lower stomach, while she fucked herself harder with her fingers, chasing her own building orgasm as she worked another load out of him.
Alex groaned deeper as Claire swallowed him completely, her throat working and convulsing around his cock while her fingers pumped wetly in and out of her dripping pussy. The hot water continued to cascade over both of them. He hauled her up roughly by the arms, spun her around, and pressed her chest firmly against the same wet tiles he had just covered in cum. Her full breasts flattened against the cool surface, nipples dragging across the slick mess.
She arched her back immediately, ass pushing out toward him in clear invitation. Alex gripped the base of his cock and drove into her in one hard, unbroken thrust. Claire cried out sharply, the sound echoing off the tiled walls as he filled her completely. Her tight, hot pussy clenched hard around him, walls fluttering and gripping every inch of his thick shaft, already soaked and ready.
He started fucking her deep and steady, hips slamming forward so his heavy balls slapped loudly against her with every thrust. One hand gripped her hip hard enough to leave bruises. The other reached around her body and rubbed her swollen clit in rough, insistent circles. Claire moaned louder with every powerful stroke, forehead pressed to the tiles, tongue still tasting the faint salty remnants of his earlier load on the wall.
"Harder," she gasped, voice breaking. "Fuck me harder, brother."
Alex gave it to her without mercy. He pounded into her faster and deeper, the wet, filthy slap of skin on skin mixing with the steady rush of water. Her cunt stretched obscenely around his thick cock, taking every last inch. He pulled almost all the way out until only the head remained inside, then slammed back in hard, grinding deep so she felt the blunt pressure against her cervix.
Claire's legs began to shake. She reached back with both hands and spread her ass cheeks wider, opening herself completely so he could sink even deeper. Alex spat thickly onto her tight hole and pressed his thumb against it, pushing the digit inside while he kept fucking her pussy with long, powerful strokes. She came hard almost immediately, walls fluttering and squeezing rhythmically around his shaft, a broken, high cry tearing from her throat as her clear juices ran down both their thighs in messy streams.
He didn't stop or slow. He kept thrusting through the intense waves of her orgasm, chasing his own release with relentless force. When he felt his balls draw up tight he buried himself all the way in until his balls pressed against her and unloaded deep inside her, thick, heavy pulses of cum flooding her cunt in long spurts. Claire pushed back hard against him, grinding and milking every drop, moaning continuously as she felt him throb and fill her completely.
They stayed locked tightly together under the continuing spray, his cock still twitching and pulsing inside her, her pussy still clenching and pulsing around him in aftershocks. Thick cum slowly leaked out around his shaft and ran down the insides of her thighs in sticky trails. The bathroom door remained wide open.
In the next room their mother, Helen, had heard everything. The wet slap of skin, Claire's broken cries, Alex's deep groans, the unmistakable rhythm of hard fucking. She stood frozen beside her bed, heart pounding, listening as the sounds finally slowed. Curiosity and something darker pulled her forward. She moved quietly to the open bathroom doorway and peeked inside.
There they were, still naked under the running shower, bodies pressed together, her son's cock buried deep in her teenage daughter's cunt. The air was thick with the heavy scent of sex, cum, and pussy. Helen's mouth went dry. She watched for several long seconds, then stepped back, stripped off every piece of clothing, and walked straight into the bathroom.
"What the hell do you think you two are doing!" she yelled, voice sharp and furious.
Alex and Claire jerked apart in shock. His cock slipped free with a wet sound, still half-hard and shiny with their mixed juices. Claire spun around, eyes wide, hands flying up to cover herself. Both of them coiled in pure shame, faces burning red, unable to meet their mother's eyes.
Helen kept berating them, standing with her hands on her hips under the spray. "In the shower? With the door open? Fucking each other like animals while I'm right in the next room? Have you lost your minds? My own son and daughter, going at it like that—"
Alex's gaze finally dropped lower. Claire's did the same. Their mother was completely naked. Full, heavy breasts, soft stomach, the dark thatch of hair between her legs already looking damp. They stared.
Helen followed their eyes, then scoffed. "Yes, I'm naked. Because no one invited me! You two start fucking like rabbits and leave your own mother out of it?"
The shame on their faces slowly shifted into something else. Alex's cock twitched and hardened again. Claire's breathing quickened.
Helen stepped fully under the spray with them, water running over her body. She reached out, grabbed Claire by the hips, and pushed her back against the tiled wall. Then she dropped to her knees on the wet floor, spread her daughter's thighs wide, and buried her face between them. Her tongue dragged slowly through Claire's cum-filled pussy, tasting the thick mix of Alex's load and Claire's juices. She moaned at the flavor and began eating her out properly, licking and sucking, tongue pushing deep to scoop out more of the warm cum.
Alex moved behind his mother. Helen's pussy was hot, tight, and already soaked. She cried out against Claire's cunt as her son filled her completely.
He started fucking her hard and deep, hips slamming forward, balls slapping against her. Helen kept her mouth locked on Claire's pussy the entire time, tongue working fast over her daughter's swollen clit while she sucked and licked every drop of cum she could reach. Claire moaned loudly, one hand fisting in her mother's wet hair, the other squeezing her own breast as she watched her brother pound their mother from behind.
Helen pushed her ass back to meet every thrust, taking Alex's cock all the way in until his balls pressed against her while she ate Claire's pussy with growing hunger. The wet sounds of fucking and licking mixed with the rush of water. Alex reached around and rubbed his mother's clit in rough circles as he drove into her. Helen came first, moaning hard against Claire's cunt, walls clamping tight around her son's shaft. Claire followed seconds later, grinding against her mother's tongue and crying out as another orgasm ripped through her.
Alex didn't slow. He kept fucking his mother through her climax, then buried himself all the way in and unloaded inside her, flooding her pussy with thick pulses of cum. Helen kept licking Claire the whole time, cleaning every drop while her son's load filled her.
They stayed tangled together under the warm water for a few more minutes, Helen's mouth still on her daughter, Alex's cock still buried in his mother, the three of them breathing hard.
Alex finally pulled free. Thick white fluid leaked from his mother's cunt and ran down her thighs. He looked at both women.
"Let's go to the bed," he said, voice rough. "I still need a few minutes to recover, but I'm sure watching my mother and my sister eat each other out and use toys will get me hard again."
Helen and Claire exchanged a heated look, then nodded. They turned off the water, stepped out of the shower dripping, and led the way to the bedroom. Alex followed, his cock soft and heavy between his legs, still shiny with their mixed juices.
The three of them climbed onto the large bed. Helen lay on her back and pulled Claire over her face. Claire straddled her mother's head and lowered her soaked, cum-smeared pussy onto Helen's waiting mouth. At the same time she leaned forward and buried her face between her mother's thighs, tongue dragging through the thick load Alex had just pumped into her.
They locked into a tight sixty-nine, mouths and tongues working hungrily. Wet sucking and licking sounds filled the room. Helen reached over to the nightstand drawer, pulled out two thick, realistic dildos, one red and one blue and handed one to Claire. Without breaking the seal of their mouths they each guided a toy into the other's cunt. Claire pushed the blue dildo into her mother's still-dripping pussy. Helen did the same to her daughter, sliding the red dildo in until it was buried to the base.
They began fucking each other with the dildos in steady, deep strokes while their tongues kept working. Claire moaned against her mother's clit as Helen thrust the toy in and out of her. Helen's hips rolled upward, fucking herself onto the dildo while she sucked and licked every drop of cum from Claire's pussy.
Alex sat at the edge of the bed, eyes locked on the filthy scene. He wrapped his hand around his soft cock and began stroking slowly, watching his mother and sister eat each other out and pound toys into one another. The sight of Claire's tongue pushing into Helen's cum-filled hole, the wet glisten of the dildos disappearing into their cunts, the way both women's bodies trembled, all of it made his cock twitch and thicken in his fist.
Claire came first, thighs shaking hard around her mother's head as she ground down and cried out. Helen kept licking and fucking her with the toy through the entire orgasm, then a second one rolled through Claire almost immediately, stronger, leaving her gasping and dripping fresh juices onto Helen's face.
Helen followed moments later. Her back arched off the bed as Claire sucked hard on her clit and drove the dildo deep. She came with a long, muffled moan, pussy clamping around the toy, more of Alex's cum and her own juices leaking out around it. Claire didn't stop. She kept licking and thrusting until Helen came a second time, then a third, body jerking and trembling under her daughter's mouth.
Alex stroked faster as he watched them. His cock was fully hard again, thick and leaking, the head dark and swollen. He kept his eyes fixed on the two women still locked in sixty-nine, toys slamming in and out, mouths working without pause, both of them moaning and coming again and again for him.
He finally spoke, voice low and thick with lust. "I've always wanted to paint two sluts at once, never thought it would be my mother and my sister."
Helen and Claire looked up at him, faces flushed and shiny with each other's juices. They pulled the toys free and shifted without hesitation. Both women crawled to the edge of the bed and lay on their backs, heads hanging over the side so their faces were tilted up toward him, mouths open, tongues out, eyes locked on his cock.
Alex stepped close, standing over them, and began stroking hard and fast. His fist flew up and down his thick shaft, the head already leaking clear precum that dripped onto their waiting faces. He aimed carefully, eyes fixed on both of them.
With a deep groan he came hard. Thick ropes of hot cum erupted from him, landing across Helen's cheeks and forehead, then across Claire's open mouth and chin. More heavy spurts followed, painting both their faces in messy white streaks. Cum landed on their eyelids, their lips, their tongues. He milked every last drop out, watching the thick load drip down their skin.
Helen and Claire didn't wipe it away at first. They stayed still, letting him see his cum covering them. Then, slowly, they began to spread it. Helen used her fingers to smear the warm load all over her face, rubbing it into her cheeks and across her lips. Claire did the same, wiping the thick cum over her forehead and down to her chin until both their faces were glossy and coated.
They turned toward each other. Claire leaned in and licked a long stripe of cum from her mother's cheek. Helen returned the favor, tongue dragging slowly across Claire's chin and lips, gathering the salty load into her mouth. They licked each other clean with deliberate, hungry strokes, tongues sliding over skin, sucking the cum from each other's faces until almost none remained.
When the last traces were gone they looked up at Alex, breathing hard, faces still faintly shiny.
Helen spoke first, voice soft but firm. "That's enough for today."
Claire nodded in agreement, still tasting the last of her brother's cum on her tongue.
Alex gave a slow, satisfied nod. The three of them stayed there for a moment longer, the heavy scent of sex still thick in the air, before they finally began to move.
A week had passed since the shower.
Alex lay on his bed staring at the ceiling, the memory looping in his head like a porn movie he could not stop watching. Until that afternoon he had only ever thought of Helen as Mom. Now the image of her on her knees, tongue buried in Claire's cum-filled cunt while he fucked her from behind, refused to leave him alone. His friends had always muttered that she was hot for a mom. He had never really looked. Not properly. Not until he had felt how tight and wet she still was, how greedily she had taken every thick pulse of his load.
And Claire, his teenage sister. Jesus. The way her toned swimmer's body had moved under him, the hard curve of an ass you really could bounce a quarter off. No tan lines anywhere. He kept picturing the smooth, pale skin of her inner thighs slick with their mixed juices.
All week the three of them had circled each other carefully. Lingering glances across the dinner table. Nothing spoken. The air still carried the charged silence of what they had done.
Claire was at a swimming meet. Mom was in the kitchen baking. The warm smell of vanilla and sugar drifted down the hall.
"Alex, come taste the frosting for me," she called.
He sighed, swung his legs off the bed, and walked out. She stood at the kitchen island wearing black Lululemon yoga pants that clung to every line of her hips and a tight white tank that left nothing to the imagination. Her nipples were poking clearly through the fabric. He had never noticed how long and shapely her legs were until that moment.
He stopped a few feet away. "Making another batch?"
Helen smiled without looking up from the bowl. "Your favorite. Thought you deserved a little treat after the week we've all had."
Alex's voice came out lower than he intended. "That's not the only treat I'd like."
Her cheeks flushed pink. She said nothing, only kept stirring. A generous amount of frosting sat in the bowl beside her.
He walked past her toward the fridge. As he squeezed by, his forearm brushed across the soft underside of one full breast. Both of them froze for a second. Neither spoke. The contact sent a hot jolt straight to his cock.
Helen set the spoon down, turned, and looked him dead in the eyes.
"I would like you to try the frosting."
He reached for the bowl. She stopped him with a hand on his wrist.
"I have a better idea."
She pulled her tank top down to her waist, and let her heavy breasts spill free. Without hesitation she scooped two thick fingers through the frosting and painted slow, sticky circles around each dark nipple until both peaks glistened.
"Now taste," she said softly, "and see if you like it."
Alex did not hesitate. He bent, took one frosted nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. The sweet frosting mixed with the warm salt of her skin. Helen's head tipped back. A low moan spilled out of her. He switched to the other breast, tongue swirling, teeth grazing, smearing the frosting across the soft curves with his lips and chin. Her hands came up to cradle his head, holding him against her while he licked and sucked like a mad man.
His cock strained painfully against his shorts. He straightened, gripped her waist, and lifted her onto the edge of the island. Helen's eyes widened in surprise. She had been lost in the feel of his mouth, but she did not protest. He yanked the yoga pants and underwear down her legs in one rough motion and dropped them on the floor.
Her pussy was neatly trimmed now, a tidy landing strip above smooth lips already glistening. Last week it had been a dark thatch. The change made his pulse hammer. She had been thinking about this too.
He spread her thighs and dragged his tongue slowly up the length of her slit. Helen gasped. He sealed his mouth over her clit and sucked, then licked lower, pushing his tongue inside her. Within minutes her juices were flowing freely, coating his chin, running down the crack of her ass and pooling on the cool granite. She rubbed her own frosted breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples while he ate her with long, greedy strokes. Her thighs began to shake. A broken cry tore from her throat as she came hard, clear fluid gushing over his tongue and flooding the bench beneath her.
Alex stood, shoved his shorts down, and tried to line up while she was still seated. The height was wrong. Frustrated, he pulled her off the island, spun her around, and bent her face-down over the edge. Her ass was presented perfectly, pussy still open and dripping from her orgasm. He gripped the base of his cock and thrusted into her pussy one long stroke.
Helen cried out in pure pleasure. He fucked her hard and deep, hips slamming forward, balls smacking wetly against her. She pushed back to meet every thrust, greedy for it. The wet slap of skin filled the kitchen. He lasted only a few minutes before his orgasm ripped through him. He buried himself to the hilt and unloaded his cum deep inside her cunt, pulsing until he had nothing left. He stayed pressed against her for a long moment, breathing hard, cock softening slightly inside her while the aftershocks rolled through both of them.
The front door opened.
Claire walked in still wearing her competition swimsuit under a thin summer dress, a towel draped around her neck. She stopped dead in the doorway. Alex stood behind their mother with his shorts around his ankles and his cock still half-hard and shiny with cum. Helen's top was around her waist, yoga pants discarded, frosting smeared across her tits, and a visible trickle already leaking down the inside of one thigh. Cupcake batter and frosting were scattered across the island.
Claire's eyes moved slowly over the scene. The wet cock was almost the least surprising part.
She walked forward. Neither of them moved. Helen made a half-hearted attempt to cover her breasts. Alex simply stood there breathing hard. Claire scooped a generous fingerful of the remaining frosting, stepped close, and painted it thickly up and down the length of her brother's cock, coating every vein and the flared head until it glistened. The cool sweetness and the sight of her on her knees brought him back to full hardness almost at once. Then she dropped to her knees, opened her mouth wide, and took him in.
She did not start slow. She pushed forward until the thick head hit the back of her throat, swallowed around him, and held there, nose pressed to his lower stomach. Wet, gagging sounds filled the kitchen as she worked her throat muscles around the shaft. Spit and melted frosting ran down her chin in sticky strands. She pulled back just enough to breathe, tongue swirling hard around the head, sucking the mix of frosting, his cum, and their mother's juices off him with loud, filthy slurps. One hand gripped the base of his cock and stroked what her mouth could not take. The other slid between her own thighs, rubbing over the damp crotch of her swimsuit. After a minute she pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit and frosting connecting her swollen lips to his cock. She looked up at Helen, eyes glassy, and smiled.
"How ironic. You made Alex's favorite flavor. Passionfruit."
Helen's mouth curved into a wide, unrepentant grin. Alex's cock twitched against Claire's lips as the realization settled. None of this had been an accident.
Claire stood, stripped the thin dress over her head, and pointed at the island. "My turn. Get up there."
Alex climbed onto the granite and lay back. Claire followed, straddled him, pulled the crotch of her one-piece hard to the side, and sank down onto his frosting-slick cock in one smooth, greedy motion. She was already soaked. Her tight, hot pussy stretched wide around him, taking every thick inch until she was fully seated. She did not ease into it. She rode him hard from the start, hips rolling and slamming down, the wet sound of her cunt taking him loud and obscene in the quiet room. Her swimsuit was still on, the fabric pulled tight across her full breasts, nipples stiff and visible. She braced her hands on his chest and fucked herself on his cock with deep, deliberate strokes, grinding her clit against his base on every downward thrust. Juices and frosting foamed around the place where they joined and ran down over his balls.
Helen moved to the side of the island, cupped the back of Alex's head, and fed him one frosted breast. He sucked while she reached between her own legs and began fingering her cum-filled cunt. Juices and leftover frosting dripped from all three of them onto the bench. Claire's arousal ran down Alex's shaft and balls in thick streams. The sweet sticky mess spread wider with every movement.
They came almost together. Claire's thighs clamped tight around his hips as she ground down hard and cried out, her pussy clamping and fluttering around his cock in strong, rhythmic pulses. Fresh clear fluid leaked out around his shaft and soaked the bench beneath them. Helen's fingers worked faster. She shuddered and smeared her juices over the growing puddle on the granite. Alex thrust up hard and emptied another thick load into his sister's spasming cunt, feeling every spurt get milked out of him by her gripping walls. This time the orgasm left him softer. He stayed inside her for a few slow breaths, enjoying the feel of her still fluttering around him, before she carefully climbed off. A thick mix of his cum and her juices immediately began to leak from her stretched pussy and drip onto the island.
Claire looked at the mess of their mixed cum and frosting on the island, then at Alex. "That's a huge mess you made. You get to clean it. Both of us are going to watch."
He reached for a cloth. Claire shook her head.
"No. You lick it clean."
Alex grinned, the memory of Claire's tongue lick his cum off shower tiles flashing hot through him. He bent over the island and dragged his tongue through the thickest smear of combined cum and frosting. The taste was filthy and sweet. He licked slowly, thoroughly, collecting every streak, every drip that had run toward the edge. Helen and Claire stood close, watching in silence as he cleaned the granite with long, deliberate strokes of his tongue.
After a while Helen sank to the floor between his spread legs, took his softened cock into her mouth, and began sucking him slowly while he continued to lick. The heat of her mouth and the sight of Claire peeling the cum-and-frosting-stained swimsuit down her body brought him back to hardness by the time he had finished most of the mess. Claire stood fully naked now, her toned body glistening, thighs still shiny with their mixed juices, eyes fixed on the sight of her mother's lips stretched around her brother's cock.
Alex came again with a low groan, pulsing across Helen's tongue. He needed a longer moment this time, leaning on the edge of the island, chest rising and falling, while Claire waited.
"That's clean enough," she said at last.
She guided Helen back against the edge of the island and dropped to her knees, spreading her mother's thighs wide. She licked slowly up the sticky mess coating Helen's cunt, tongue flat and thorough, scooping up cum, frosting, and juices. She pushed her tongue deep inside, fucking her mother with it, then sealed her lips around the swollen clit and sucked hard. Helen moaned and pushed against her daughter's mouth, one hand fisting in Claire's damp hair.
Watching them was enough. Alex's cock stiffened fully again. He stepped behind Claire, bent her forward over the island right beside their mother, and thrust into her pussy in one hard stroke. At the same time he reached across and pushed two fingers deep into Helen's swollen, freshly licked cunt. He fucked Claire with steady, powerful strokes, the wet grip of her walls sliding along every inch of him, while his fingers curled and pumped inside their mother. Helen's pussy was hot and slick, still loose from earlier, and he could feel the remnants of his own cum coating his knuckles as he forced his fingers deeper into his mother's cunt. Claire's cunt clenched around his cock with every thrust. He switched without warning, pulling free of Claire with a wet sound and driving into Helen's pussy instead. His fingers now worked Claire, two then three, stretching her open, rubbing hard against the front wall while his thumb circled her clit. Both women moaned freely, hips pushing back and down onto whatever filled them.
He looked down and saw them locked in a deep, open-mouthed kiss, tongues sliding together while he used them. The sight nearly finished him. He scooped more of the remaining frosting from the bowl and smeared it thickly around and into Helen's tight asshole, pushing a frosting-coated finger past the ring to open her up. She was so lost in Claire's mouth that she only realized what he was doing when the head of his cock pressed against the slick, stretched ring and pushed inside. A sharp squeal left her as the thick head forced its way past the tight muscle. He kept pushing, slow and relentless, until his hips were flush against her ass and every inch of him was buried in the hot, clenching heat of her hole. He fucked her ass with long, deep strokes, pulling almost all the way out so she could feel the stretch of the ridge of his head, then slamming back in until his balls slapped against her dripping pussy.
Claire watched with a wicked grin. She scraped the last of the frosting from the sides of the bowl, reached back, and painted her own asshole thoroughly, pushing a finger inside herself to spread it. Then she looked over her shoulder at Alex, arched her back, and wiggled her hips in clear invitation.
He pulled free of Helen's ass and lined up with Claire's. The frosting Claire had pushed into her own ass made the entry smooth than his moms which surprised him. He pushed in slowly, watching her tight ring stretch wide around the thick head of his cock, then deeper, inch by inch, until his hips were flush against her ass and she was panting. He started fucking her with the same deep, punishing rhythm, the tight heat of her ass gripping him harder than her pussy ever had. Helen dropped to her knees on the floor between Claire's spread feet, facing outward. From there she leaned in and licked Claire's dripping pussy, then higher to Alex's balls and the base of his shaft while her son fucked her daughter's ass.
The triple sensation of Claire's ass and Helen's tongue working both of them from below was too much. Alex's orgasm slammed into him with brutal force. His hips jerked hard against Claire's ass as the first of his cum blasted deep into her. He groaned loudly, fingers digging into her hips, holding her tightly while pulse after heavy pulse of his cum flooded her. The ring of her ass milked him, squeezing and rippling around his shaft with every spurt. Cum began to leak out around his cock almost immediately, forced out by the pressure, running in streaks down over her dripping pussy and onto Helen's waiting tongue. He kept thrusting through it, short, shallow strokes that pushed more of his load deeper even as it overflowed, until the last weak pulses faded and his cock began to soften inside her.
He stayed buried for several long seconds, chest heaving, watching the excess cum continue to leak from Claire's stretched hole in slow, sticky dribbles. When he finally pulled free, a heavy glob of white followed, trailing from the head of his cock to her open ass before breaking and landing on Helen's chin. Claire's hole stayed slightly open for a moment, the pink ring glistening and gaping, cum continuing to seep out and run down the insides of her thighs in messy trails.
Alex collapsed onto the kitchen floor, back against the cabinet, spent. His cock lay soft and shiny against his thigh, still twitching with aftershocks.
Helen looked down at him, eyes bright, lips shiny with their combined juices and his cum. "Done so soon? That's a shame. Maybe next time you'll last longer."
Claire, still bent over the island, reached back with both hands and spread her ass cheeks wider, deliberately showing him the cum still leaking from her. She glanced over her shoulder, voice husky and satisfied.
"Yeah. Next time you're going to fill both of us properly before you get to quit."