Dinner was a quiet meal, as the seven of them reflected on their afternoon experiences. After they'd eaten they sprawled in the sitting room, idle.
"Tonight," said Molly.
"What about tonight?" said Jill.
"Who's with who?"
Jill flushed, but her answer was prompt. "Why don't you and me take the boys for the night?"
"Our own, or each other's?"
"Both. All four of us."
Greg and John looked at each other, their grins broad. "Okay by us," said John.
"Looks like you get me and Sarah, Daddy," said Cara, winking at her smiling cousin. "Think you can manage?"
"If you let me rest occasionally," said Jack. Sarah giggled.
"We'll need two beds, so we'll use your room, okay?" said Jill, brows raised in query. John and Greg nodded, and Molly stifled a laugh at the eager look in their faces.
"And we'll need a double, for the three of us," said Jack, grinning at the girls, who smiled back.
"It's only seven now, and I for one could still use a break, fun as this week is turning out," said Jill. "We still haven't really explored the island yet." She giggled. "Too busy with sex!"
"Let's all have a stroll," said Jack, "and so that no-one gets an early start, we'll all go together."
"Okay," said Cara. "No fucking while we're out, but kissing, tit-and-ass-squeezing and assorted caresses are okay. Okay?"
John reached over and ran his hand over his sister's ass. "Okay," he said, grinning. Cara batted his hand away, but couldn't stop herself grinning back at her brother.
"Come on, then," said Jack. "Let's go."
"Bring your camera," said Molly to John. She gave him a friendly leer. "You never know."
They strolled casually for a while, moving out onto the beach, walking along the littoral. John dropped back and took a photograph, a relaxed group of naked people. He grinned. Four good-looking women, and he'd fucked them all except Sarah. No rush, he knew he'd be bedding his cousin sometime this week. Ahead the group had stopped, laughing at something.
"John," said Molly, " we just realised we have loads of photos of we women, but no nice shots of the guys."
Jill grinned. "I took a couple of John."
Molly laughed. "You did?"
Jill's grin was wicked. "Erect."
Molly snorted. "Right, in that case, all three of you guys, we want you up and throbbing!"
"Hey, Mom," said John, "it's not quite that easy."
"Oh, I think it is, honey. We'll give you blowjobs, but only until you're hard. We need you for later."
"Who?" said Sarah.
They looked at each other for a moment, then Cara grinned. "Maximum wickedness level," she said, laughing. "Moms with sons, Dad with daughter."
"That makes me camerawoman," said Sarah. "Give it here, John. What do I press?"
John gave Sarah quick instructions. "First pressure on the shutter activates the autofocus. Zoom, here, to frame. Press harder when you want to take the picture. Brace yourself and hold your breath while you shoot. Okay?"
"Yep. Okay, men, form a line. Ladies, to your knees!"
Laughing, Greg, John and Jack lined up, while Jill, Molly and Cara knelt before them. Sarah moved round slightly until she had them all in view, then took a quick shot of the group. Pricks still fairly soft, although she noted with interest that John's was showing signs of life. Hmm, she thought. I haven't had John yet. Looks like he might have quick recovery.
"Okay, ladies," she called. "Action!"
Molly grinned up at her son as she took him in her hand. She blew him a kiss and closed her lips around the end of his prick, licking lightly, sucking gently, moving her head, face-fucking herself. She could feel John's erection beginning to fill her mouth, and she knew it would only take a few strokes before he would be hard. She had a brief moment of regret that she couldn't finish it off, swallow his come, but then she smiled to herself. There was still the night to come, with Jill and Greg, too. Should be fun.
In Molly's mouth, John could feel himself as hard as he'd ever been. Guess it takes an experienced woman, he thought, just as Molly let his prick slip from her mouth with a soft 'pop' and sat back on her heels, a grin on her face. She glanced left and right. Jack and Greg were sporting equally impressive boners, and Sarah was wasting no time in getting the images recorded for posterity. Sarah paused, a twinkle in her eye and a grin on her face.
"What?" said Jill, recognising the devilment on her daughter's face.
"I just got what I think will be a great shot of three hard pricks filling three mouths, I just thought, maybe if you ladies were to kneel and let the guys take you from behind, I could get a good pussy-filling line-up of nice hard pricks as they go in. What do you think?"
Jill and Molly looked at each other, but Cara was already presenting her pretty ass to her father. Molly laughed. "This is one I really want to see." She winked at her son as she turned to kneel before him, Jill doing the same for Greg as the men went to their knees behind their partners.
"Ready, Mom?" said John.
"I think I must be, son. I got wet when I was sucking you hard, you should slip straight in." Moments later, the truth of her comment was put to the test as John eased his now rock-hard erection into his mother's pussy. Molly sighed, squeezing down with her pussy muscles, enjoying again the welcome feel of a hard weapon in her sheath.
"Okay, men," said Sarah, "I want to see you all ease back, but stay connected. Okay? Ready? Yes! Oh, fuck, I hope that one comes out okay! it looked great, three couples in a row. Three lovely pricks gleaming with pussy-juice. Magic!"
"I want to fuck," wailed John. "You can't get me this excited and not let me fuck you, Mom. It's not fair!"
