The Cuddle
A Sweet Family Story
Conclusion
by The Preve
Based on characters created by The Dirty Monkey
The author wishes to thank The Dirty Monkey for his permission in writing this story.
Sarah, Veronica, and the rest heard Jack yell. They saw him fall under the water and swarmed, as one, to the splashing.
"I'd completely forgotten about him," thought Veronica, swimming to her son. "Am I a good mother?"
She grabbed an arm, her daughter grabbed the other. A barely noticed Mayumi rose from the water, a look of mischief on her face. Gwen and Kandy grabbed his legs. Sandy and Aurora helped by supporting him around his torso.
The women, with Mayumi and Stacy following, bore Jack, who coughed and thrashed, still in panic, to the pool's edge.
Sarah and Veronica left the pool and pulled Jack out, with help from the others. The Sweet women laid Jack on the deck.
The rest left the pool, and all formed a nude, wet, dripping circle around Jack's gasping body.
No one said anything at first. They all stared down at Jack's nude body, no emotion on their faces. A soft quiet hovered in the air, punctuated by the young man's gasps.
Stacy broke the silence. "Um, shouldn't somebody give him mouth to mouth?"
I think he's supposed to stop breathing first,
Sarah might say, but not out loud.
She was too busy taking note of Jack's cock, jutting long, thick, and veiny pink from his groin.
I didn't know he was so . . . big.
Veronica gazed upon her son. Her beautiful, sweet, innocent boy. She gazed at his pink, pale skin; his gasping flat stomach; slender, lithesome body. His wide, china-blue eyes, golden hair, wet and slick. His near perfect shiny, pink cock, so like her husband's, pointing up from a groin made, just barely, lighter from the rest of his body by the faintest tan line.
She knelt to give her sweet, sweet boy his mouth to mouth.
Jack, focused on returning to normal breathing, was not aware of his erect cock. The nudity around him registered on some level, but his near drowning stayed at the forefront.
So when his mother's face suddenly obscured the vision of nude beauty, Jack was unprepared for the next act.
He barely had time to gasp a confused, "Mo . . . mfff?!" before his mother planted her lips on his.
Something happened the next second, as if his mother's actions were a trigger. Jack couldn't see, his mother's head obscured his vision, and her tongue down his throat distracted his thoughts, but his body very much felt it.
The hands, which held down his arms and legs; which stroked his body, his belly, his groin, cock, and balls.
The warm, moist, velvet sheath swallowing his cock, and the tongue, or tongues slobbering around it.
He did not know if it was one or many. It wasn't as if he didn't care. His mind was busy trying to process his mother's kiss.
Jack knew, logically, revulsion should be his response; his body, his very conscience, in utter rebellion at this act. Bile should fill his throat. Gasps of horror and disgust should permeate the air; but the others' hands stroked his body, their mouths sucked his cock, and his mother's lips felt like a satin pillow, her tongue like silk, her taste like honey, and it all felt so good. Jack moaned into her mouth.
Sarah watched her mother kneel down to kiss Jack. She couldn't feel any emotion except lust, overwhelming and hot. Lust for her mother's body and curves; lust for her brother's pale, slender form. The detail of the faint tan line at his groin moistened her flower.
The others, also watching, knelt down to follow her mother's example, as if her act gave unspoken permission.
It was a wordless ritual. Four of the women, Stacy, Gwen, Sandy, and Kandy, each took an arm and a leg, with the first two spreading out his arms. Stacy held Jack's arm away from Veronica, so as not to interfere with her kiss.
Katie and Samantha spread out Jack's legs, with Sandy holding his right and Kandy, his left.
Jack lay spread like a Da Vinci sketch, his pink cock, tipped with pre-cum, pointing spear hard skyward.
Three women were left: Sarah, Aurora, and Mayumi. All the women were flushed pink, with wet pussies hot and aroused.
Mayumi, who'd set the show off with her underwater blowjob, started forward to finish it. Sarah stopped her.
They faced each other. Tense emotion, not quite aggression, flashed between them.
Sarah noted Mayumi's eyes, heated to red hot incandescence, with dilated pupils. A tiny remaining rational thought wondered, vaguely, if they'd all been drugged. Mayumi, noting the same heat in Sarah's eyes, wondered the same.
The tension held a brief second before Sarah said, "My brother. I go first."
Mayumi's face softened, and she nodded. "Of course, it makes perfect sense."
She turned instead to Aurora, who'd been staring at Jack's cock, hot and hungry, licking her lips.
"We've worked together before," she thought, "It won't be much different."
She walked to Aurora and tapped her shoulder. Aurora glanced up at Mayumi's lust-filled face, and got the message immediately.
They came together in a collision of pink-peach and burnt sienna, pressing mouths, mingling spit, and wrestling tongues, competing to see who could plumb the other's mouth the deepest.
Their melons mashed together, their tits rubbed and circled each other.
They roamed their hands over each other's curves, exploring their bodies and crevasses.
Aurora plunged her fingers into Mayumi's anus. Mayumi reciprocated with two fingers deep into Aurora's pussy. The two women squirted cum seconds later.
The two women, lost in heat, still kept presence of mind to remember the lounge chairs. They moved as one, cum running down their legs, to a chair, settled on it, and commenced to fuck in earnest.
Fingers plumbed flowers, lips planted on nipples. Gasps, sighs, and heated words of passion rose from the two Sapphics, not noticing the unfolding orgy before them.
Sarah crouched down and stalked towards Jack's flesh rod like a panther.
The elder and younger Andersons sat on Jack's parted legs, like sentinels at the gate. Sarah prowled between them and brought her face over her brother's cock.
