"We're here." Helen said, pulling up to the kerb outside their house.
The cooling engine ticked loudly in the still night air as Elaine lifted her head to look nervously out the window. Not a soul could be seen at this ungodly hour but still she felt reticent about walking around dressed as she was. The pvc suit cut into her crotch and she squirmed uncomfortably.
"Do we have to do this?" She asked querulously. "Can't we just have our own fun here?"
Her mother lit the interior light and glanced in the rear view mirror, checking her make up.
"We do." She said briefly, satisfied with the effect of her full red lips, though it was a tempting thought to play with her a little more before going in.
"Out!" She ordered, leaning across to open the passenger door.
Elaine complied and stood on the pavement, hopping from side to side to keep warm, while her mother locked the car and walked round to take her by the hand. Together they walked down the short path to stand side by side at the front door. Helen used her own key and swung the door open, holding a finger against Elaine's lips to urge silence as they entered, listening for any signs of life. Nothing stirred. Helen grinned and walked into the living room, flicking the light on without expecting to find anyone there. The empty room confirmed her suspicions but, as she turned to leave, her smile faded as she noticed a large stain on the floor by the sofa. She knelt and rubbed her palm over the spot, sniffing her hand cautiously to discern the source.
"It seems that the mice have been playing while the pussy has been away." She whispered.
"What do you mean?"
Helen simply stood next to her daughter and clamped her hand over her mouth. Elaine's eyes widened as she smelt the unfamiliar odour.
"Spunk!" She hissed in response to the unspoken question. "He'll pay for this!"
Helen grabbed her daughter and stormed up the stairs. A glance into her bedroom told her they weren't there. She pulled Elaine on towards the spare room and opened the door. The bedside lamp revealed three suspects to the desecration downstairs, curled up together, fast asleep.
"It seems," Helen said, stroking the rubber dildo thoughtfully, "that boys will be boys!"
Elaine clapped a hand over her mouth and stared at the scene in disbelief. Her brother was snoring softly, his eyes closed in bliss, his open mouth scant inches from the biggest length of meat she'd seen outside a butchers shop. She recognised the owner as his best friend who was resting in the arms of her father who had a faint smile on his sleeping face, His smile widened as he felt the dildo slide across his lips and he opened his mouth to take it in, dreamily licking the head.
"That's a good boy." Helen whispered, patting his face encouragingly. "Suck my cock."
"Looks like he's been a bad boy." Elaine pointed out, looking at his flaccid penis that nestled in the crack of Frank's arse.
"You're right my dear. What shall we do with him?" Helen sighed, smacking his face.
"Wakey, wakey!" She said, pinching his cheek.
"I know what I'd like to do with this!" Elaine replied, slapping her brothers face with Frank's huge cock.
Helen smiled fondly at her daughter and pulled her husband up by his hair.
"Wha'...?" Steve spluttered, abruptly waking from cosy dreams of cock to see his wife leering down at him.
"Either you do as I say," she hissed, "or I'll make your life a living hell - starting by telling everyone exactly what we've seen here!"
"We?" Blearily he looked round and saw his daughter grinning insolently back at him. "Oh Christ!"
"Mum says she caught you with Alison," Elaine whispered, "Is it true?"
"No!" His denial was a self-defensive reflex and he knew he'd regret saying it.
"So! You want to play the hard way?" Helen sneered, twisting his hair.
"Ow! For fucks sake Hel'..." He whined, curling his legs up into a protective posture, all too aware of his naked vulnerability to his wife's vengeance.
"Are you calling me a liar?" She went on, back-handing him across the face.
Frank stirred fitfully, roused by the noise as much as by Elaine's soft hand on his hardening tool which Joe sucked in his sleep, unaware of his sister's proximity.
"Be reasonable Helen!" Steve begged, wincing at her rough treatment.
"I
have
been," she snapped, thrusting him back onto the bed, "now roll over!"
"You can't be serious?" Steve goggled at the sight of the strap-on waving menacingly in front of him.
"Grab his legs Eli'." Helen said, stroking the rubber phallus.
Elaine reluctantly released Frank's hot cock and gripped her father's ankles, firmly twisting them over to expose his hairy buttocks.
"Did you fuck Ali'?" She asked.
"No. I swear!" He insisted, struggling in vain to free himself.
"Swing his feet over the bed." Helen demanded.
"No! Please!" Steve pleaded, fearing they were about to drag him off he held onto Frank in desperation.
Helen pinned his ankles behind her feet and pressed him firmly down, while Elaine reached up to guide the dildo between his clenched cheeks.
"Tell her the truth." She suggested, using her weight to hold him in position for the initial thrust.
"OOOHHHH FFFFUUUCCCKKK!" Steve screamed, as he felt the solid rubber pierce his well-fucked arsehole.
"Oh wow!" Elaine gasped, kneeling down to get a porn-star view of the lewd scene.
The brutal sound ripped Frank and Joe from their slumber.
"You two can stay and watch," Helen grunted, forcing herself deeper inside Steve's wriggling arse, "or you can fuck off!"
Franks eyes widened in surprise, but he said nothing, grabbing Joe's head to keep his mouth exactly where he liked it.
"MMMUUUMMMPPPHHH!"
Joe's muffled exclamation amused his mother who leaned over to pat his head playfully.
"Like father, like son." She smiled, grinding even deeper into her husband's arse.
He grunted like a stuck pig and gave Frank a pleading look.
"So, who's been fucking who?" She demanded, smacking Steve's arse as she slow-stroked deeper inside him.
Joe couldn't answer as he had a mouthful of cock and his father wouldn't answer on principle, so Frank spoke up for them. "It's been a free-for-all really," he said, "a sucking fuck-fest for horny guys." He stroked his balls and gave Helen a bold look.
"That's nice." She purred, meaning her daughters tongue that began to slide over her pumping cheeks as she worked the dildo harder inside Steve's arsehole. Elaine squeezed her fathers balls, licked her mothers cheeks and blissfully rubbed her clit.
"It sure is," agreed Frank, taking Joe's head in both hands to fuck his face.
"Did you stick that thing in him," she whispered in awe, "all the way?"
"Some," he admitted, "but he squealed like a girl when i went too deep!"
