Her tongue slipped deeper into her daughter's young folds, gently teasing her opening and gliding across her immature clit. Moans filled the room, her daughters immature sighs merely one voice among many.

A deep groan from her husband drew her gaze, her dark brown eyes glimmering over the edge of her daughter's inner thigh. His tall muscular frame sat stoically in his massive chair, their son kneeling between his legs and servicing his thick cock. The boy's hands gripped the base of his father's shaft as though trying to force it deeper into his mouth and throat, thighs shaking from a combination of choking and orgasmic waves.

The mother felt tiny fingers grab her hair and force her back onto the task at hand, her hips grinding her swollen clit all over her mother's lips and tongue. For a brief moment, she focused on the nub, her tongue lashing it to the point of overstimulation. Reluctant to stop her game, she steeled her will, gripped her daughter's wrist, and extracted herself from the tiny clutches, shifting quickly towards the other pair in the process.

Her hands reached out to cup her husband's balls, the gentle squeeze and stroke instantly pulling his attention to her as she gave him a knowing look. His understanding was instantaneous, the bond between them enough to make a glance speak volumes. With equal reluctance, he grasped his son's curly locks and pulled him away from his throbbing shaft.

The chair creaked as he shifted his weight and stepped over to the couch, his massive figure looming tall and imposing over the slender form of his still orgasming daughter. His wife wrapped a hand around his waist, fingers coming to rest in a firm grip around the base of his cock. Carefully she pulled him closer to her dripping slit, gingerly running his angry red head against her puffy lips and mixing her son's spit with her daughter's juices.

He stared down in unbridled lust as he watched his wife moan and grind her fingers against her clit while continuing to tease the two. Ten swipes lead to twenty, everyone losing count and the father losing patience. His hips pushed forward subconsciously, and while she briefly held him back in the hopes of prolonging the moment, even she had to admit that the time had come.

He felt her grip pull him forward once more, the head lodging against her tight opening, a gasp being forced from her tiny body. Mother and daughter locked eyes, the same flushed and aroused expression mirrored from one to the other as his hips shifted once more and his cock head finally slid into her tight slit.

The union between them had changed everything, with her husband and daughter now enacting the same motions that she and her own father had enjoyed. Her clit shuddered at the thought, hand still graphing her husband's cock and forcing it deeper into her daughter. A rolling orgasm slammed into her, nearly knocking her off her knees and onto the floor, hands momentarily forgetting their purpose.

His patience had run out, and with a grunt and a moan, he worked to bury inch after inch of his shaft into her once virginal pussy. Their daughter moaned, heels hooked behind her father's waist pulling him in deeper one inch at a time. Neither would be satisfied until her cunt was completely full of his cock.

With ease, he reached down and picked her up, keeping his shaft nestled within her cleft and lay down on the couch. His daughter instinctively began to grind back against his rod, hips shifting in circular motions instinctive to someone taking a shaft and loving every inch of it. She angled her hips, grinding her clit against his toned stomach as she pushed back against his cock.

Their son stood behind them, hand gripping his tiny stiff rod and moving rapidly, desperate for release despite still only having dry orgasms. He moved over the form of his mother, still reeling from her own orgasm and thrust his cock into her mouth, abruptly cutting off one of her gasps for air. Instinct instantly took over, and she sucked on the cock with a raw passion borne of pure carnal lust. The sensations on his little rod overwhelmed him, his hands grabbing her head and thrusting wildly into her mouth with little punctuated bursts. With a rising moon only a little boy could produce, he succumbed to orgasm, quaking and shaking until his knees buckled and he fell against his mother's heaving chest.

The other two paid no attention to the display at the side of the couch, too focused on their own expression of orgasmic pursuit. Her immature cunt continued to stretch a little at a time, now able to get two inches of his massive girth within her tight channel. The combination of their juices and sweat ran down his shaft as she thrust back against him, willing herself to take just one more inch.

The pressure of his tip against her cervix finally broke her will, an earsplitting orgasmic scream consisting of only the word "daddy!" bursting from her chest and setting off both of their orgasms. Thick and creamy cum filled her pussy and exploded out around his shaft to join the other juices collecting on his chest and pelvis.

The mother's groggy face lifted to look at the union of her tiny daughter and massive husband, uncontrollably drawn to the scent and flavors dripping down his cock. She shifted, bringing her son with her to run her tongue across her husband's balls. Likewise, her son's tongue ran across his sister's gaping and dripping count, both enjoying the cocktail mixture in their own way.

Their ministrations created a secondary shockwave of orgasmic bliss in the two, the last shudders fading away after a few moments. All four cuddled up on the couch, children against their parents chests and little fingers grasping softening cocks and sore cunnies before the four succumbed to a momentary slumber.

After their nap, the games would begin again, this time with different dance partners.