The Davie's family have been lusting after each other for years, but no one had the stones to make it all come true...until today.
Doreen--the mom--is a great looking whore at 38. She's 5'-7", 126 lbs., and has a really long mane of blonde hair that reaches her ass.
Daughter, Susanne--18, is a cheerleader (and a senior at high school), and has all the best traits from mommy--including loving the taste of pussy between her lips. She's a petite girl, with the same blonde hair, and jugs that are a nice cantaloupe size.
Jack is the daddy, and he is athletic in looks with a great, muscular frame, and a cock that is ten-inches long, and four around.
The son, Chris, inherited his father's stellar dick, and is a football player for the same high school his sister goes to.
On this day, Chris--who is in his first year of college--discovers something about his mother that he will dream about for all eternity.
Chris wakes up and comes downstairs to get some breakfast. There's no school today because it's summer, and he is only wearing boxers; his cock is already as stiff as a dead snake, having dreamed of his sister swallowing his load. His dad and sister, though, are out already this morning. Daddy wanted to take some time to get to know his daughter better, so he took her fishing for the day.
Chris struggled with the sheets, but finally tore them off. "Shit," he said, as he noticed his long piece of meat hanging out of the hole in the front of his underwear. "Why does this always happen?" Chris wore the biggest (in front, anyway) boxers the store had, but his cock would always pop out; he was just too big. He stuffed his sausage back in and rose out of his bed. He left his room, and started down the stairs. He heard some noise from the kitchen, and he smiled, knowing that mom would be down there cooking.
He reached the corner of the hallway, and almost spunked his shorts when he saw how his mother was dressed. She was wearing black thigh-high stockings, a flimsy see-through robe that ended just below her hips. Her dark lace bra was practically spilling out the flesh of her tits. High-heels adorned her very sexy feet. "Morning, baby. How about some homemade pancakes today. Or maybe something el--" She stopped talking instantly.
"Whatever you're having, mom." Chris was standing in the archway, naked except for his snug boxers. He had no idea about "Little Chris", however.