I had suspected, but never had proof; until now; they had always managed to somehow hide it, to keep it from prying eyes; until now. I peeked slowly and very carefully around the drape hanging from my bedroom window; looking down at the patio by our pool. I watched as his long thick cock slid slowly into her; I could see her face, the face of raw pleasure as he filled her. They were kneeling doggy style on the cool concrete, but I knew neither one of them felt the hardness of the stones. One effect of their position was it gave a clear view from where I stood as his cock finally slid clear in. She had to be tight; I could see the concentration on his face as he held back. The fact she never winced with pain, stark evidence this was far from their first coupling.
"Should we interrupt them" my husband Devon whispered in my ear from behind me.
"No, leave them be" I said softly.
"He's fucking her" Devon stated the obvious as I watched him begin to move his hips.
"I don't think she minds" I said sardonically, as raw pleasure radiated from her face.
"You're dripping wet" Devon whispered.
I suddenly realized where his hand was, not on my sex; but slid inside the now unsnapped shorts I was wearing; a thick finger sliding over my slick lips. I trembled as he slid that finger between my folds and into my steaming depths. He was right but wrong; I wasn't wet, I was fucking soaked. I pressed my ass back into his groin behind me.
"Your hard" I stated the obvious as his thick cock pressed into the crack of my ass.
I felt my shorts sliding down over my hips; I made no attempt to stop him. My eyes were locked to the couple below us; now in full swing. I could imagine the sound of hips slapping against that ass as he gained speed. God he was fucking her harder and faster as I watched her body rock.
I felt that hard cock, now bare; press against my ass from behind. I bent slightly at the waist, extending my invitation. I made sure I was still hidden by the drapes. While I was willing to bet that they were now oblivious to their surroundings; I didn't want to take the chance they might accidently see me.
"Fuck" I heard Devon grunt as the fat head of his cock slid inside me.
"Oh God" I couldn't hold back the moan as he slid inside my tight channel, my eyes never leaving the pair below us.
I felt my body shudder as he bottomed out inside me, a mini orgasm rolling through my belly. The insanity of the whole situation slammed home as my walls tightened around him. I was standing in my bedroom, my husband fucking me; while we watched our son and daughter go at it like rabbits below us.
With that mental picture in mind I probably should fill in a few things. My name is Rebecca Norr and I'm thirty-eight. Suffice it to say I'm the average woman you might look at twice, then again maybe not. I would have to say my best asset is my 36D's, but my husband seems to prefer my nice full ass; not that I'm arguing. My husband Devon is forty and had every inch of his eight inch cock pumping slowly in and out of my dripping pussy.
The pair down by the pool going at it like two horny rabbits would be Drake our son and Molly our daughter. Drake is twenty and attends local university and Molly is eighteen and supposed to be graduating from high school this year.
I say supposed to be not because of something she did, but it's actually what probably brought about our current situation. That would be home quarantine. By right Devon would be at his law office; and I would be happily selling flowers at my floral shop; while both Drake and Molly would be in classes.
Instead my shop was shuttered; Devon was doing his practice remote from the computer; while Drake and Molly were online for what classes they could. I suspect the fact everyone was in the house was what had led to the current outburst of hormones for our young performers. While Devon and I could do the dirty deed whenever we wanted, after all we are married; Molly and Drake were different.
A brother and sister fucking were not exactly what you would call your traditional couple; and while I had suspected the two were more than siblings; our busy schedules had never presented any evidence.
"Nice cock" Devon pointed out, just as he shoved his deep into me.
"Nice ass" I moaned back, shoving mine hard back against him.
"I bet you would love to have it shoved up your pussy" Devon's hot voice echoed in my ear.
"OH God...Devon" I grunted back.
"Your son's hard dick pounding into you" he teased me.
I looked over my shoulder and could see him staring down at the pair below us. I knew what was going through that perverted mind.
"You want to fuck that tight little teenage cunt, don't you" I hissed back at him.
"Fuck yeah" Devon grunted as he slammed harder into me.
"Fuck me you incestuous bastard" I growled.
"OH God...can't hold..." Devon groaned as I felt his cock swell.
"Not yet" I rumbled as I turned to watch the pair below us.
Devon had matched his strokes to the movement of Drake's hips. I was watching my son fuck his sister, while I felt his cock inside me. I watched Drake's face twist with lust, and he reared back.
"Now" I moaned. "Fill me baby" I told Devon.
I watched as Drake shuddered through his orgasm below us; while I felt Devon's hot seed filling me. It was as if I could feel my son pumping his hot load deep inside my belly; God did it feel good.
As I watched Drake and Molly collapse onto the lounger below us, I pulled away from Devon; I felt a thick wad of his seed ooze from between my lips and cling to my thighs.
"You know what we need to do" Devon said softly as he stared at the exhausted couple below.
"I am already planning on it" I said calmly.
I walked to the bathroom, dripping hot cum the entire way. I turned and looked at my husband; I could see the same lust in his eyes I felt in my belly.
"I plan on that dick being planted in me by the end of the week" I said. "That little vixen down there...is your problem." I smiled and headed into the bathroom.
I don't think either Drake or Molly even knew they were 'under assault' and by the time they started to figure things out, it was already too late. I switched clothes, not to something for the yard like I had been, but this time to a thin pale tan baby doll; minus the panties.
When Drake came through the sliding patio doors and into the kitchen, I had timed everything to be bent over taking the creamer from the fridge. When I rose and turned, it was like looking at a starved puppy dog; his tongue was all but hanging out and his eyes were locked to my body. The only difference was this puppy dog had a huge lump in his swim trunks. God, he had just fucked the shit out of his sister, and he was hard again.
I calmly walked over and started adding the creamer to my morning coffee, all the while Drake stood rooted to the spot. The silence was so deafening I could even hear his labored breathing, and it made my nipples ache with need.
"If you need to take it out and jerk off, go ahead" I told him.
Drake's eyes opened wide, and with a strangled sound he rushed from the kitchen. I took a sip of my coffee and waited about five minutes, and then headed up the stairs. The door to his room was closed, but the sounds from the other side left no doubt in my mind what he was doing.
"Oh fuck mom" I heard Drake groan from through the door; that was my signal.
Without knocking I turned the knob and opened the door, standing in the doorway. Drake froze, stretched out on his bed, staring at me. That thick cock stood tall and proud from his mat of pubic hair; his fist wrapped around it frozen in place.
"Personally I think it's a bit rude you know" I said, staring directly into Drake's eyes. "Jerking off over someone and not even giving them the decency to watch; think about it next time."
Without waiting for a response, I turned and left his doorway, heading to my own room to dress for the morning. As I pulled a light sundress over my head, I glanced out the window and watched as Devon sat on the edge of the lounger next to Molly. I wanted to hear and watch the pair, but knew I needed to get moving; reluctantly I pulled away from the window.
"Hey sweetie, sun tanning already" Devon called out to his daughter.
"Oh hey Dad...uhhh...yeah I wanted and early start" Molly tried to thick quickly.
After a week of no sex with Drake, she had been coming unglued; not able to stand it anymore, she had drug him out to the poolside early in the morning; hoping for a good ganging before their folks woke up. The only problem was she had wanted more; but Drake had been nervous it was getting late. Sure enough, her brother had barely left and here was her dad already up.
Devon had watched the exchange between his wife and Drake. It had left him hard and throbbing knowing Drake had rushed unseeing past him, sporting a huge hard on for his mother. Devon knew Rebecca could be a slut when she chose, and he almost felt sorry for Drake; almost but not quite.
Figuring now was a good chance, while Molly was still out by the pool, Devon made his approach. Now, seated beside his daughter, lying there sporting a great set of 36C's in a tight bikini; Devon moved fast; figure her recent horniness and some confusion, would move things further than anything else.
"Don't want you to burn" Devon said; picking up the suntan lotion and squirting a glob onto his hand.
"Dad, it's...unnnnnnn" Molly moaned as strong hands suddenly ran from her waist to her shoulders and kneaded her hot skin.
"Dad, I...oh godddd" she moaned softly as those fingers kneaded their way back down her back.
The problem for Molly was the sudden contact of skin on skin. Unlike some women who seemed to like slam bam fuck me men; Molly wanted the fuck me all night baby. The quick round with Drake, while immensely satisfying; had also left her body tingling for more. The sudden contact of her father's strong hands send shivers through her.
Molly melted as those hands worked her muscles up and down. Twice she felt his fingers brush the sides of her bulging breasts. She wanted to say something, but also had to focus on not letting her aching nipples turn into two rock hard pebbles.
When those magic hands vanished from her back, Molly almost sighed with relief. Then she heard the lotion bottle again; thinking he would return to her back, she lay silent. Her mouth opened in shock, but only a soft moan escaped as those strong hands began to knead first one thigh and then the other.
