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"Cara, honey?" said Jack Credy.

"Yes, Dad?"

"Remember the holiday surprise I mentioned? Well, it's time I told you where we're going. We have Crab Island Lodge - and Crab Island, of course - to ourselves for a week, from tomorrow."

"Great!" Cara said, eyes shining.

"There'll be me, your Mom, you and John, of course, but your aunt Jill and the twins are coming, too."

"Double great! How many rooms?"

"Four; two doubles, two twins." Her father grinned. "And no one else on the island. Once the boat leaves and we're out of sight of anyone, you can take your clothes off and stay naked for the whole week if you want to." Jack laughed. "I know what a sun-worshipper you are." He laughed again. "Anyhow, I'm told it's National Nude Day this week. The f******nth."

"Hey, great!" said Cara, grinning. She sobered and looked steadily at her father."What about sex?"

Jack Credy flushed. "Everyone is over eighteen, or will be after John's birthday tomorrow, so if there is any it's by mutual consent."

"Will you fuck me, Daddy?"

"Cara, honey, it's wrong, but you know how much I'd like to, you minx."

"'Mutual consent', you said. I vote 'yes'. Your vote?"

"Yes, dammit. Whenever we can manage it." Jack held up an admonitory finger. "But only if your Mom agrees."

Cara grinned. "She does, I already asked her. She wants to fuck John for his birthday, she told me so."

Jack snorted. God, the women in this family! It was clear where Cara got her libido.

"Did you ever fuck Aunt Jill, Daddy?"

Cara's question took him by surprise and Jack frowned. "No, I never did. I think I wanted to, in fact I know I did, because your Aunt Jill was one tasty teenager."

"She still is," said Cara. "Tasty, I mean, not a teenager."

"You know this for a fact, daughter of mine?"

Cara's grin was pure mischief. "Not yet, Daddy." She went out, the tick-tock of her firm ass in her tight shorts mesmerising to her father, pointed bra-less breasts jiggling lightly under her t-shirt.

Jack shook his head and went in search of his wife.

Molly Credy was busy in the kitchen, preparing food for the journey the following day. They knew that the lodge would be completely supplied with food and drink, so all they needed was fuel for the drive to the boat. Jack lifted the hair from Molly's neck and kissed her nape.

"Mmm," she murmured, "nice."

Jack slipped his arms around her waist and Molly leaned back against him, twisting her head to kiss her husband's jaw.

"Molly?"

"Mmm?"

"Cara tells me you're planning to bed our son for his birthday."

"Yes. It's okay, isn't it? I know Cara has the hots for you, sweetheart, so I figured I'd give her free access while I find out what our son is like in bed."

"No, I don't mind." Jack slid his hands up under his wife's sweater and cupped her bra-clad breasts. He could feel the nipples responding instantly to his gentle caress. "I guess the chance to have Cara will be one I'd like. Very much, in fact. I hope she takes after you in bed."

Molly chuckled. "I gave her a few pointers."

"Did you now? Well, I can admit it freely, the two of you have got me all stirred up."

Molly slid her hand behind her and grasped Jack's prick lightly through his slacks. "Oh, yes! So we have." She turned to face him, lacing her arms around his neck and kissing her husband's nose. "Go upstairs; get undressed and wait for me. I'll just put a cover over this food then we'll have ourselves a nice slow fuck. How would you like that?"

"Woman, you know I love it when you say things like that. Don't be long."

"I won't."

In their bedroom Jack undressed quickly and lay on the bed. His prick was half-hard and he reached down and grasped it, stroking, pumping lightly until it was hard and ready. A few moments later Molly came into the room. She paused.

"Oh, my, Jack, but that does look good."

"And so do you. Get naked, wife."

Molly grinned, reaching for the hem of her sweater. It was just moments before she was naked and she knelt over her husband, bending quickly to take him into her generous mouth. Jack hissed his breath in as Molly let him feel her teeth when she let his hardness slip from her mouth.

"That should be wet enough," she murmured as she shuffled forward on her knees, took him in a light grasp and guided him into her soaking slit as she lowered herself slowly onto him, wriggling lightly to seat him firmly within herself. "Ahh," she murmured, "you feel fucking great, Jack." She bent forward and gave him a light kiss. "But then, you always do."

"Thank you, ma'am. I aim to please."

"Well, you're at least partly on target."

"Only partly?"

"Jill 'phoned yesterday, when you were at work."

"And what did my dear sister have to say?"

"She was asking about the arrangements for the week." Molly began to rise and fall on Jack's prick, letting him come almost out of her warm and welcoming wetness before sliding down again and filling herself.

"So, what did you tell her?" Jack was curious, because Molly didn't usually bother him with anything so trivial. He knew there must be something else.

"Oh, just the general arrangements, which as you well know she already knew."

"So why the call?"

"She sounded down, so I asked her. She pretended she didn't want to say anything but I've known her too long and I got it out of her."

"So what's bugging little sister?"

"Sex. Or rather the absence of it, in Jill's case. She says she hasn't been laid since the divorce."

Jack whistled. "That's almost two years. A lifetime, for someone as horny as my sister."

Molly chuckled, never ceasing her movement. "That's more or less what Jill said, but it gets worse. Or better."

"How so?"

"She came home early from work, heard a noise and went into Sarah's bedroom - found her and Greg 'fucking like rabbits', to use Jill's phrase."

"Ah."

"Ah, indeed."

"What did she do?"

Molly chuckled. "You know Jill. She went up like a balloon, then calmed down and they talked about it. Upshot is, Sarah and Greg were told to be careful that no-one except Jill could catch them, and Jill went to bed that night with a raging case of hormones and daughter-jealousy." Stopping her movements, Molly cocked her head and looked at her husband.

"What?" Jack said. "I was just starting to feel really good, the way I always do when you're on top."

"Jill."

"What about Jill?"

"If you get the chance, fuck her."

"Just like that?"

"I sowed the seed. I suggested that you might be willing to help her out. I think she likes the idea. She certainly didn't say no."

"Sarah, too?" asked Jack in a tone of mock resignation.

"Why not? If she wants it. Your daughter, your sister and your niece. A nice triple whammy to look forward to, eh?"

"And what are my son and my nephew going to be doing? John gets at least one crack at you, o sexy one, but what about Greg?"

"He can have me, too, if he wants." Molly grinned. "It would be nice to take them both on at once."

Jack laughed. "Okay. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to satisfy sexually the males in the party," he intoned in his best 'Mission Impossible' voice.

Molly grinned. "Do my best."

"Your best would probably kill the boys. Settle for 'fantastic'."

Molly began to move again. "All this talk of sex is making me feel even more horny, so let's see if we can't have ourselves a whammy of our own."

Jack grinned. "Amen to that."

A few minutes later Cara, listening through the partly opened door of her parents' bedroom, her shorts and panties around her ankles, two fingers buried in her soaking pussy, the fingers of her other hand teasing her clitoris, heard her mother give the short, tight, quavering moans that she knew meant her mom was coming hard, followed very soon by the grunts of her father as he climaxed deep in Molly's pussy. The sounds pushed Cara over the edge and she shuddered to her own climax in the hallway.

Breakfast next morning was the good-natured bedlam that the Credy household usually endured on a Saturday, made more so by the fact that it was John's birthday. The usual small gifts were there, but John was unnaturally quiet when he'd unwrapped the box labelled 'from Mom, Dad and Cara' to reveal a Canon EOS digital SLR body.

"We thought you might like that," Jack said. "It means you can use your existing lenses and now you have the choice of conventional or digital images."

"I don't know what to say," John said. "Thank you all."

"I'll give you a bonus, little brother," Cara said with a grin.

"What?"

"When we get to the island, find a nice place and you can shoot me nude."

"Deal?" John said, sticking out his hand.

"Deal," Cara said, taking his hand and shaking it.

"Hey, good idea, Cara, honey. You can shoot me nude, too, if you'd like, son," said Molly. "I'll see if I can persuade your Aunt Jill and Sarah, too."

"That would be fantastic," John said, weakly.

"Sarah will, I'm pretty sure," Cara said. "Come on, people, let's get this lot cleared up and then we can go!"

Getting a family of four moving isn't always a simple task, but everyone was eager for this particular holiday trip and they were soon on the road. Four hours driving got them to the port and their baggage on board the cruiser which would take them to the island. Jill and the twins were already on board when they arrived so as soon as everything was stowed they were off. It was a two-hour trip to the island, but the weather was calm, warm - hot, rather - and by six that evening they had had the layout and necessary controls explained and were left to their own devices.

"Okay, everyone, listen up," Jack said. "Room allocations. Molly and I will take the first double. Jill, you take the other. Greg and John, take the nearest twin, you girls the other. Everyone okay with that?" Jack laughed. "I say 'twin' but I know how big those beds are!"

"It'll do for starters, Dad," Cara said with a meaningful glance at Sarah, for the two girls had had their heads together since they met up on the boat. Sarah giggled.

"Right, dump your gear and then come back down and we'll get supper. The island is private, we're the only ones here and I know the girls want to get all-over tans, so clothing is optional. Besides which, it's National Nude Day this week. Any questions?"

"National Nude Day?" said Jill. "Whatever next?"

"What's for supper?" John said.

Jill laughed. "Not quite the answer I expected."

"Dump your gear and come and find out," Molly said tartly to her son, picking up her own bag.

When the group reassembled some ten minutes later, Cara and Sarah were both totally nude, and blushing slightly from the attention of each other's brother, Jack was wearing loose shorts, as was Molly, her breasts uncovered and the cause of furtive - and not so furtive - looks from the boys. Jill came down wearing shorts and a bikini top, but after sitting quietly for a while, reached behind and unhooked her bikini top, casting it aside, Greg and John taking quick appraising looks while trying not to stare. Greg and John wore shorts, but after a whispered conversation with the girls, took them off, each revealing a semi-erect prick and a flush which threatened to cover their whole bodies.

"How did you manage to get them naked?" Molly asked Cara.

"We told them 'no sex unless you strip'," Cara said, grinning at her mother.

"Ah. Sex. John's mine first, sweetie."

"I know, Mom, that's okay, I can wait. Daddy had better watch out, though."

"You'll have to wait there, too, I'm afraid. Your Aunt Jill let me persuade her that it would be a good idea to fuck her brother and scratch the 'no sex for two years' itch she's been pretending she didn't have."

Cara laughed and shrugged, a pretty pout on her face. "I guess Greg just got lucky. Me and Sarah."

Molly laughed. "Lucky Greg, indeed. Don't kill him, honey, we might need him later."

Supper was an animated occasion as the seven of them sat down to a chicken salad, chosen because of its simplicity in preparation, accompanied by a jug of white-wine spritzers. Jack enjoyed having four pairs of female breasts on show for his admiration and found it hard to keep his eyes off his sister, for he hadn't seen Jill's breasts uncovered since she was a teenager. They didn't seem to be any less attractive now, almost twenty-five years later. Her daughter, Sarah, was slightly better endowed than her mother and Jack pondered briefly on the possibility of getting both mother and daughter in bed with him at the same time. Perhaps...

John and Greg seemed equally fascinated by the display and Jack noticed that each of the boys seemed to be paying more attention to his mother than any of the other women. The fascination of forbidden fruit, Jack wondered. Probably. He laughed wryly to himself. He was spending more time looking at his sister, her daughter and his own daughter than his own wife. He caught Molly's eye and she smiled, giving him a quick wink when no one was looking.

After supper was done and the dishes washed, they all moved into the lounge area of the lodge and collapsed into various chairs and couches. Molly signalled to Cara.

"Ask John to come here, will you, sweetie?"

John came over still laughing at a joke Greg had told. "Yeah, Mom, what is it?"

"John, honey, I have another birthday present for you."

"Cool! What?"

"Me."

"Huh?"

"Me, honey. I want to take you to bed and let you try your best to get back where you came from."

"Huh?"

"I want to fuck you, baby. Or have you fuck me. Whichever."

John stared at his mother. "You serious?"

Molly nodded. "Sure am, baby. A special present for the new man in this family. Anyway, you have a very useful looking prick there and I'd like to try it for size." Molly reached out and gave John's slowly-thickening prick an affectionate squeeze.

"Does Dad know?"

"He certainly does, honey. He's going to see if he can help your Aunt Jill forget her divorce."

John grinned. "If he fucks her the way he fucks you we'll all know."

"Been listening, have you?"

Her son flushed and made a rueful face. "Yeah, I guess so."

"Come on, we're using our room." Molly reached out and took John's hand and led him upstairs.

The only surprise in the group remaining was on Greg and Sarah's faces. Cara stood and went over to them. "The only people who aren't sorted out yet are us. Greg, do you want to fuck Sarah, do you want to fuck me, or do you want to fuck both of us?"

Sarah grinned as she watched the dawning realisation on her brother's face. "Come on, Greg. Both is your easiest choice, 'cos neither Cara nor me was ready to go to bed alone tonight." She reached out and took her brother's right hand, Cara took his left and the three teenagers went off together, Greg's prick rising as he moved.

Alone in the living-room, Jill looked at her brother, a flush on her face. She shook her head slightly. "I don't know, Jack, I'm just not ready yet."

"No sweat, s*s." Jack held out his hand. "Come on, let's go for a walk." Jill reached out, he took her hand and they went out onto the deck together. Jack paused, then unsnapped his shorts, slid them off and threw them onto a lounger. He grinned at Jill. "If you do say 'yes', I want to be ready, s*s. I've wanted this for over twenty years."

Jill stared at him, her gaze searching his face, flicking quickly down to his half-erect prick, a flush on her face, accentuated by the evening sunlight. "You have?" she whispered.

"Remember, when you were s*******n and I came into the bathroom when you were drying yourself?"

"Yes?" A whisper.

"I thought then you were the loveliest creature I'd ever seen. I'd still include you in my top four."

Jill laughed, almost naturally. "And the other three?"

"You know who. Molly, Cara and Sarah, of course," Jack grinned. "You could still pass for Sarah's sister, you know."

Jill snorted. "Pull the other one." She gazed at him for a long moment, then reached to the waistband of her shorts, loosening the snap, lowering the zip, stepping clear as they fell. Her panties were a wisp of lace and she ripped them off, discarding the ruins. "Right here, Jack, now," she whispered.

Jack reached out and Jill moved into his embrace, raising her face for his kiss, a ragged breath lifting her breasts. As their lips met she moaned deep in her throat and clutched at him, her lips moving urgently against his. The kiss was fierce, torrid, leaving them both gasping. Jack's hands came up and cupped Jill's breasts, his thumbs playing with her nipples, her hard nipples. She moaned into the kiss, her hands moving down, grasping him, fumbling the length of his erection.

"Now, Jack, now," she moaned, "I have to have you."

Jack bent and picked Jill up, moving to a foam mattress laid on the deck for sunbathing, lowering his sister gently to it. As she felt her weight taken Jill threw her legs apart and Jack knelt between them, his weight on one outstretched arm, his prick, his now super-hard prick, in his hand, angling it to Jill's opening, feeling her wetness around the head, inviting, welcoming . . .

Jill groaned as she felt Jack enter her, raising her hips to meet him, her hands clawing at his back.

"Oh, Jesus, that feels good. That feels so fucking good. Fuck me, Jack, fuck me hard."

Jack pushed forward, sinking himself into his sister's streaming pussy, smelling her heat and arousal, feeling the sweat beginning to build between them. His rhythm was strong, his stroke long and Jill was soon panting, little yips uttering from between clenched teeth, each breath a gasp. Her hands were fluttering on Jack's back and he could feel Jill tensing until suddenly she screamed in his ear, a wrenching orgasm rippling through her. Gradually the tumult eased as Jack kept up a slow stroke, feeling the pulsing clamps of Jill's climax easing.

Jill reached up and kissed Jack lightly, still breathing heavily. "It wasn't just you that wanted this, Jack, I wanted it too, ever since that same night when you caught me. I think it was the desire in your eyes. It really turned me on, and I've been kinda fighting it ever since."

Jack grinned at his sister. "Worth the wait?"

"Fuck, yes!" She squeezed down on him. "Get riding again, Jack, I want to feel you come and then we've both laid the demon and scratched the itch." Jill laughed softly. "Then we'll go upstairs, get you good and hard and do it all over again, just for pure pleasure."

* * * * *

In the bedroom, Molly led John over to the bed and pushed gently at him until he was sprawled on his back. His prick was stiff, erect and Molly reached out and squeezed it gently, then sat herself on the edge of the bed beside him. She smiled at her son.

"Are you okay with this, hon?"

John smiled, nodding. "Yeah, Mom, but I'm shaking just thinking about it."

"Fear?" she asked anxiously.

John grinned. "Shit, no. Anticipation!"

"Are you still a virgin?" Molly asked in as neutral a tone she could manage. Please let him say 'yes'.

John flushed. "Yes, Mom, I am."

Molly smiled. "Not for long. How excited are you?"

"Very."

"Thought so, whch means I have to get you off as quick as possible so that we can take our time. Lie back, baby, and let Mom play."

Molly stood and shucked off her shorts, then bent over and before John realised what was happening his prick was halfway down his mom's throat. Molly Credy was a consummate cocksucker and almost before he knew it John could feel the tingle deep inside him. The fact that on every down stroke his mother's chin was touching his thigh as she crouched beside him didn't hurt, nor the lazy circles that her tongue was playing on his erection. Soon, way too soon, John could feel his orgasm rising from deep inside.

"Mom! You're going to make me come!"

Never ceasing in her self-appointed task, Molly managed to wink at John and he gave himself over to the ecstasy of the moment, feeling that incredible tension building in him as his mom's mouth moved smoothly over his glans, until he could hold on no longer. With a wordless cry he let his climax erupt, his seed jetting into his mother's throat. Molly coughed and eased herself back a little, her tongue working over the head of John's cock as she let herself enjoy the taste of him, enjoy the pulse of him in her mouth as he came. Gradually, the tumult eased and Molly licked gently around his glans as she him drop out of her mouth with a soft 'pop'. She glanced up at her son.

John's mouth was open and there was a look of awe on his face as he stared at Molly.

"Enjoy that, son?"

"Mom, you have no idea!"

Molly grinned. "Oh, I think I do. Has your girlfriend Sally ever done that for you?"

"No Mom, not yet. I doubt she could be as good as you, though."

Molly sat back on her heels, knees spread. "You'll never know unless you try. Or rather, get Sally to try."

His eyes on his mom's pussy, where he could swear he saw moisture, John grimaced. "How do I persuade her?"

"Let her know how much you enjoy it."

"And I tell her what? 'My mom sucked me off, Sally, and it was great. Will you do it?'" John laughed. "Hardly."

"Bring her to dinner one night when your dad's on late shift and Cara's back at college. We'll give her some lessons."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes." Molly made a face. "Not sure how, yet, but I'll think on it." She frowned, and then grinned at John. "Hey, I have an idea."

"Yeah? What?"

"You eat her out first, then it can be reciprocal. You know, 'I ate you, now you suck me'."

John made a face. "I've never eaten a girl out. I wouldn't know where to start."

Molly moved forward and lay down next to her son. She reached over and kissed him lightly. "I had a feeling you were going to say that." She spread her legs and pointed. "Kneel down there and study the target area. Your next lesson begins in a moment or two."

* * * * *

In the girls' room, Greg was enjoying the kisses of two naked, horny girls. That one of them was his sister and the other his cousin never entered his head. They were female, he was male, everyone was horny and some fucking was inevitable, 'real soon now.'

"How are we gonna do this, Cara? Hot rod here can only fuck one of us at a time," Sarah said, idly stroking her brother's rigid prick with one hand while she teased her clitoris with the other. She laughed. "He's good, but he's not that good."

Cara broke the kiss she was sharing with Geg. "We could put him on his back. One of us could ride his rod while the other rides his face." Cara smiled. "Or - "

"Or what?" Sarah said. Greg just grinned.

"Have you ever been with another girl?" Cara said.

Sarah shook her head. "You?"

"Once. I enjoyed it." She looked across at Greg. "Do you like it doggy-style, cuz?"

"I like it all ways," Greg said with a lewd grin.

Cara looked back at Sarah. "You on your back. I eat you out, Greg fucks me doggy-style. Once he comes, we get him ready again, then swap over. What d'ya think?"

"I like it," Greg said. "Shit, Cara, that's a male fantasy. Two women making out and me fucking them both."

Cara laughed. "Well?"

Sarah grinned. "I'm game. Greg can fuck you first, 'cos he's never had you before. And, I've never been eaten by a woman before, so that's a double first."

"You haven't?" Cara said. "Mmm, let's see if I can make you squeal. Come on, on your back, girl."

Sarah wriggled up the bed until she was propped comfortably against the headboard. Cara smiled down at her as she made herself comfortable, her tongue within easy licking range of Sarah's pussy, her bottom in the air, her knees spread for balance. She looked back over her shoulder at Greg and winked.

"Will you put that lovely pole you're holding so carefully where it will do us both the most good, Greg, dear?"

"You mean you want my prick in your pussy, cousin?"

"Yep."

Greg moved in behind Cara. Holding his prick he rubbed it carefully up and down her soaking slit. Cara made a noise that was half-moan, half-sigh.

"That feel good, Cara?" Greg's tone was teasing.

"You know it does. Now put the fucking thing in, will you?"

Greg steadied his prick and pressed forward, watching as he did the fascinating way a woman's lower lips spread to accomodate the thrust of a man's prick. Cara moaned softly as she felt him enter her.

"Oh, Greg, that does feel good!" And it did, the blunt, probing thrust of him within her, easing back to spread her natural lubrication, then in, deeper. Cara closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling of fullness.

"Hey, don't forget me," Sarah said softly.

Cara's eyes opened and she smiled at her cousin. She bent forward and kissed Sarah's thigh, soft, light, a butterfly touch. Cara's tongue came out and she pointed it, probing delicately at the folds of Sarah's labia, enjoying the salty-sweet taste, the heat, the smell, the very essence of excited, sexually-ready woman that was her cousin.

As Cara lapped at Sarah's slit, Greg began to move, sinking his prick to its root in Cara's pussy, pulling back until she felt as if she was being emptied, then in, deep, filling her again. With a sound that was half sigh, half moan, all acceptance, Cara gave herself to the moment and let her senses carry her, licking, sucking, biting softly at Sarah's wet folds, her tongue busy in the warmth and wetness. Greg moved steadily behind her and she relished the feel of him filling her, felt a great emptiness as he pulled back and revelled in the sensations as he pushed back into her, his prick moving steadily, noisily now, through her wetness, his hands warm on her back as he braced himself for the thrusts.

Cara's hands rested lightly on Sarah's hips and she could feel Sarah's fingers running through her hair, stroking, caressing. There was no speech, but the quiet of the room was punctuated by soft moans, gasps, the hiss of an indrawn breath, the wet slither of Greg's prick in Cara's pussy. Sarah's juices were warm on Cara's tongue, the flavour strong, salty-sweet, her woman-hot smell pungent in Cara's nostrils, exciting, stimulating her own pussy, making Greg's loving assault on her even noisier as her wetness grew.

It couldn't last. It didn't. Sarah came first, a tight scream in her throat, her fingers claws in Cara's hair, her stomach rippling, thighs clenching. Greg was panting behind Cara, his movements urgent as he thrust into her. She sensed he was close and moved her hand to stroke her clitoris, sensitive to the almost agonising tenderness as she neared her own peak, bringing herself close, but holding off that tiny fraction, the tension of anticipation holding her until she felt Greg jerk behind her, gasping a wordless cry as his orgasm took him, when she let her busy fingers tip her over her own precipice of ecstasy, her eyes closed, the tumult of the shared moment washing over her.

Gradually they stilled, Greg's prick pulsing limply in Cara's pussy as he softened, stilling. Cara opened her eyes and took a deep breath, smiling at Sarah who gazed at her in a kind of wonder.

"Wow," Sarah said, her voice soft, her tone almost awed.

Cara grinned. "You enjoyed that." It wasn't a question.

Sarah smiled, a soft, loving smile. "I'd like to do that again sometime."

Cara nodded. "Sometime," she said.

Greg eased back, his almost-soft prick slipping easily from Cara's juice-wet pussy. She felt empty suddenly and moved to lie beside Sarah, who reached out and took her hand, squeezing gently. Cara looked across at her cousin and smiled. Greg sat back on his heels, still breathing a little heavily.

"You're out of condition, b*o," Sarah said, laughing.

Greg shook his head in denial. "It's not that, it's just trying to fuck a woman who's constantly moving can be a little hard." He grinned at Cara. "It's fun, though."

Cara beckoned. "Lie here, between me and Sarah. We'll have a rest then see if we can get you hard again for Sarah."

Sarah laughed. "He has pretty good recovery, Cara, I tell you true!"

"Good," Cara said. "I'm looking forward to being eaten, too. For now, we rest." She moved aside as Greg crawled in between the two girls. He settled onto his back and put an arm around each of them, drawing them close. Cara smiled as she snuggled down to rest. I'm enjoying this holiday, she thought.

* * * * *

John knelt between his mother's legs, carefully studying her pussy. Despite her having sucked him off scant moments before, his prick was half-hard as he studied the intricacies of her entrance. Molly slid a finger into her own wetness and then held her hand out to him, wet finger extended.

"Taste me, son."

John extended his tongue and licked his mom's finger, then sucked at it, letting her taste and smell fill his senses. Molly watched him, a half smile on her face.

"Like it, son?"

John looked at her and nodded. "Fascinating flavour, Mom. Sort of anchovy and honey."

Molly giggled. "I must tell your Dad that one later."

"Is Dad okay with this, Mom?" John said, concern in his tone.

"He is, honey. Relax. At this very moment he's probably fucking your Aunt Jill."

"I thought he was going to fuck Cara," John said.

"He will, later. Tomorrow, perhaps." Molly smiled. "For now, I want you to eat me."

"My pleasure, Mom." John eased forward and lowered his head between Molly's spread legs, extending his tongue and lapping at her. His mom's juices were hot on his tongue and he eased forward a little more, flattening his tongue and slurping the full length of her slit, his tongue flicking over her clitoris as it moved. A soft moan from his mom told him he was on the right track and he redoubled his efforts, flicking his tongue over her labia, her clitoris, pointing it and probing her depths.

Molly by now was moaning softly and almost continuously as John's loving assault on her core brought her slowly up the long ascent to climax, an ascent made more exciting by the knowledge that it was her son who was making her feel so good. She gasped as she felt his tongue slide over her clitoris again, then a vast disappointment took her as she felt his tongue move away.

"Mom? Am I doing this right?" John said softly.

"Honey, you're doing great! Now get back on doing it, please. Pretty please."

"Pretty's right, Mom. It looks as fascinating as it tastes."

"You've gotten me very close, son. A couple of minutes more of what you were doing and you're going to make me come," Molly said.

John said nothing but Molly felt his tongue renew its loving assault on her. With a sigh, she abandoned herself to the pleasure, her fingers playing with John's hair as he gave loving attention to her. Molly felt the excitement building in her again and closed her eyes to concentrate on the sensations John was building in her. Whether he'd ever read anything about oral sex she didn't know, but skilled or not John was rapidly bringing her to climax. The sensations built in her and she needed only that last little push to tumble over the edge and as her breathing became even more ragged she felt his tongue flick over her clitoris and then the gentle clamp of his lips on that super-sensitive organ. With an incoherent cry, Molly announced the arrival of her orgasm.

Molly's cry was not the only clue John had that he had brought his mother to climax. The sudden ripple of her belly, the clamp of her thighs on his head, the reflexive tightening of her fingers in his hair - these were all indications, indications his subconscious stored away for reference while he let his tongue flick lightly, rapidly over her clitoris, an action which renewed the ripple that had been dying away in her belly until eventually she pushed his head away.

"No more, honey. I can't take it," Molly said weakly.

John sat back on his heels and Molly gasped as she saw his renewed erection. Hot, hard, pulsing with a life of its own. Suddenly, she wanted it, despite the sensitivity and tenderness induced by her climax.

"Fuck me, son," she said, her voice thick with her want.

John grinned and moved over her, and she took his erection between her fingers and guided her son in his return to her body. She sighed, almost a gasp, as he entered her.

"You okay, Mom," he asked, concerned.

Molly smiled up at him. "I'm fine, son. You feel good." She squeezed down on him with her internal muscles, thrilling to the feel of her son within her. "Fuck me, baby."

John began to move, revelling in the sensations as his prick slid easily, audibly, in his mother's sex juice. He felt as hard as he ever had and as he remembered that his sister had also promised herself, his prick twitched.

Molly giggled. "What caused that?"

John bent and kissed her lightly. "Just remembering that Cara said I could fuck her, too."

"Lucky boy, but let your Dad have her first, son." Molly squeezed down on John. "I'm always available if you have to wait."

"Mmm, yes. Thanks, Mom," John said, laughing.

He began to move a little faster, deeper, trying to use the full length of his prick to give his mother pleasure. He was obviously doing something right, because Molly's knees came up and her feet hooked together behind him, urging him into the very core of her. Her breathing had deepened and she was almost panting as he moved, thrusting into her, her nails digging intoo his shoulders as she clung to him. His thrusts lengthened and Molly found herself panting in time with her son's thrusts into her welcoming pussy and she smiled as she felt the heat building in her again.

John was getting close, the growing sensitivity on his glans building, heralding the ecstasy.

"Mom, I'm gonna come, Mom," he said, gritting his teeth, willing his climax to delay, just those few seconds longer."

"Hold on - just - a moment - son," Molly gasped in time with his thrusts, "I'm - almost there - too."

"I can't hold on much longer, Mom."

Inspired, Molly slipped her hand between them, her fingers teasing over her clitoris. She was so ready that just that first touch was enough and she screamed tightly in John's ear as she came. It was too much for her son and his hips bucked as he blasted his seed into her, driving forward in his passion, his mother's pussy clamping him as she yelled her climax in his ears.

Slowly, they quietened, until John's prick was giving just an occasional spasmodic pulse, Molly's pussy easing its grip on him. She hugged him fiercely against her.

"Welcome back, son," she said with a giggle.

"Good to be here, Mom," her son replied.

* * * * *

"My turn to be eaten, Sarah. Ready to fuck your sister, Greg?" Cara said, an impish smile on her face.

"Always ready for that, Cara," her cousin replied with a grin.

"Let's do it slightly differently this time," Cara said as she wriggled round and planted her feet against the bed headboard. "This way I can watch your prick as it goes into Sarah's sweet, tasty pussy."

"Good thinking, cousin," Sarah said, straddling Cara and breathing in the aroma rising from Cara's sexually-charged body. "You smell tasty!"

"I hope I am. You might get a taste of your brother, too."

"That taste I know already. Yours is new to me. Hey! Slow down, Greg. Much as I want your prick in my pussy, let me get myself lined up on Cara first." Sarah offered a mock frown over her shoulder as Greg drew back apologetically. She lowered her head and licked tentatively at Cara's cleft, wriggled a little forward, then grinned back at Greg. "Climb on, b*o!"

Cara held her breath and looked up as Greg eased his prick into Sarah's wet pussy, marvelling at the way her cousin's lower lips spread to receive the intruder. Impulsively she stretched up and licked at their joining, enjoying again the taste of Sarah.

"Nice one, Cara," Sarah said, lifting her head briefly from her hungry attack on Cara's juices.

There was quiet then, for a while. Quiet in terms of speech, at least, for the busy sounds of Sarah's tongue working on Cara's pussy, and of Greg's hard pole slithering in Sarah's own wet pussy, meant that the silence was not complete. Cara let her hands roam up and over Sarah's thighs, the other girl's skin smooth, hot beneath her fingers, her eyes still fixed on Greg's pistoning prick. She could feel herself getting excited, stimulated not only by the attention of Sarah's tongue and lips, feeding on her, probing the folds and recesses of her labia, but also the sight of Greg's prick filling his sister was giving her mental stimulation and again she raised her head so that she could lick at the intersection, enjoying Sarah's tangy, salty-sweet taste, stimulated too by the almost simultaneous sudden groans from her cousins as they felt the probing tongue.

Greg was breathing heavily now, a gleam of sweat on his brow in the summer night as his hips thrust rhythmically, the sound of his prick in his sister's juices loud now.

"I'm going to come soon," he said urgently.

Sarah redoubled her eforts on Cara's pussy and, inspired, Cara kept her tongue busy on Sarah's. Cara never knew quite how, but just as Greg cried out his climax, she felt her own pussy convulse as her climax took her, Sarah's own low cries stimulating her to even greater heights. Fascinated, she saw her cousin's stomach rippling in climax, her pussy almost clutching at Greg's prick as the twins shared the ecstasy of the moment.

Slowly, the cousins came down from their high, awkwardly disengaging themselves from their six-limbed embrace. Cara twisted round and crawled up the bed to lie next to Greg, who had collapsed next to Sarah. Cara kissed Greg lightly.

"Nice show, Greg. Thanks."

"You're welcome, cuz. Thank you."

"Yeah, thanks, Cara," Sarah said. "We owe you."

Cara grinned. "Don't worry, there's the rest of the week for me to collect."

The twins grinned at each other. "Yeah," Greg said in a tone almost of reverence." He grinned suddenly.

"What?" said Cara.

"Do you think I'll get a shot at your mom?"

"More than likely, Greg. Yours, too, maybe."

"Hallelujah," Greg said softly. "What a holiday!"