After several hours of strenuous yard work, trimming the hedges, moving the lawn, and a whole lot of weeding, Robert was strutting down the stairs, having just finished taking a shower. Guided forth by the enticing odors luring him towards the kitchen, he marches by his teenage daughter's closed bedroom door.
Nelly was an 18-year-old, 5'2'' beauty, with long bright golden hair, clear blue eyes, and cute freckles. In the shower just now, his manhood had hardened thinking about her round ass, curved hips, and those perky, ample tits with large puffy nipples that he had gotten to fondle a while back. And although tempted, he had held back from stroking one out, thinking he might put his orgasm to better use than just wasting it down the shower drain.
"Hey, baby!" He purrs, folding his wife into his arms from behind.
"Mm, hello there," Nicole giggles, snuggling up in his warm embrace. "What a pleasant surprise!"
At 37, and even after two pregnancies, Rob's wife was still the sexiest, most gorgeous woman this world had ever produced... well, save one potential challenger, of course. She was 5'4'', and thanks to a relentless workout routine she was able to flaunt assets many 20-year-olds would envy. She had dark-blonde, almost brown shoulder-length hair, a thin and somewhat sharp nose, plump lips, and a pair of slightly cone-shaped B-cups.
"Well, I was thinking about Nelly in the shower..."
"Were you now?" Nicole asks. She folds her hand in behind her back and cups the semi-erection poking at her. She had been the one to both initiate and push the many naughty fantasies and acts involving their daughter. "And still you sought me out and not Nelly?"
"Don't tease me," Rob grunts, kneading his wife's breast while she caresses his organ into greater stiffness. "It was you who said we have to wait for her to come to us."
Having repeatedly performed a bunch of questionable acts to Nelly using her Daddy's thick cum, without her knowledge, Nicole had staged an even riskier gamble. Luckily, after finding out about her parents' morally corrupt actions, Nelly had seemed to enjoy the dirty deeds rather than wanting to call the police on them.
But now it had been over two weeks since Nicole had helped her daughter jerk her father off onto her food, and she had yet to speak at all about it.
"Don't worry, baby," Nicole sighs, horniness creeping into her voice. "Nelly definitely wants more of your creamy sauce!"
"How can you be sure? Shouldn't she have told us by now?" Rob whined, in his excited state more worried he would never get to explore his daughter any further than that she would hate him for what they'd done, but worried no less.
Nicole laughs. "Baby, please. Have you not noticed how she suddenly started to hug you a lot more, or how she insists on sitting on your lap every chance she gets? Or, for that matter, the disappointed face she makes at EVERY meal when she tastes it and realizes it doesn't taste like Daddy?"
Rob grunts, from excitement and his wife's massaging hand, encouraged by her words. "Can't we just serve Nelly her favorite sauce for dinner today then?" He tries.
Nicole turns around in his arms and pushes onto her toes to kiss him. Robert was a fair bit taller at 6'1'', sporting a handsome face with short dark hair, brown eyes, and a well-tended beard. He enjoyed beer a bit more than the gym and had started nurturing a gut to go with that lifestyle, although he still maintained some impressive muscle across his arms due to the physicality of his work.
"Nu-uh," She says, although sounding as if she wished to say something different. "We promised to not involve her again unless she asked for it. Just be patient, baby, I think she just struggles with the courage to say the words out loud."
"But the wait drives me crazy, not even knowing if it's ever going to happen," Rob complains.
"I guess we could try and give her a little boost somehow," Nicole says, biting her lip thoughtfully.
Feeling his hard-on pulsating against his wife's stomach, screaming for attention, Rob's cogs are running on overtime with whatever little blood supply remains for his brain. Looking over at the stove, and then the number of plates, finally the epiphany hits.
"What are you making? Lasagna?"
"Mhm," Nicole affirm. "Why?"
"And Tyler is going to eat with us, right?"
"Yes..." Nicole says, looking both curious and excitedly nervous. "What are you thinking about doing?"
"I'm not doing anything, you are," Rob grins, pulling his wife into a sloppy kiss. She moans into his mouth, making no resistance whatsoever. Within seconds her pants and panties are ripped off her body and discarded on the floor.
"Oh God, baby, what are you going to do?" Nicole pants again, as she's being folded over the kitchen table.
"Just trust me," Rob says, repeating the words Nicole had countless times reassured him with whenever they were about to do something nasty and deprived. He then falls onto his knees and starts to aggressively eat his wife's cunt and ass from behind.
"Oh fuck... Oooh fuuuck yes, baby, eat my holes," Nicole groans, pushing back onto her husband's face.
It doesn't take long before she is huffing and grunting, her twat so sloppy wet her juices were dripping onto the floor. But as she quickly approaches orgasm, Rob abandons the delicious twat, smiling at her loud complaints. Instead, he releases his fat, rock-hard cock, pushes the swollen head in between the slippery lips, and slides with little resistance into the warm, velvet depths.
"Take my cock, you horny little slut!" Rob grunts, slapping his wife's bobbing ass.
"Aah... AAahh yess... Aaahh pound me like the slutty little bitch I am, baby... AAahh yes punish me... AAhhm... Punish me f- for making you wait to c- claim our daughter's b- body..."
Robert was grunting, fighting himself to not get lost in Nicole's sloppy cunt. Her juices were streaming down to coat his shaft and swinging balls, her thighs, and even dripping and pooling beneath them.
"Mmm yes, baby, screw me hard... Ahh... AAhh... A- are you hoping Ne- Nelly will hear us and come w- watch?"
"Nope," Rob grunts, smiling.
"Oh please, baby, tell me the p- plan!" Nicole begs, clearly wishing to cum being told his dirty thoughts.
"You'll know soon enough!" Rob says, and just as Nicole begins her crescendo-moaning again, signaling an approaching orgasm, he stops and pulls his fat cock from her stretched-out hole.
"Noo, baby, why did you stop?" Nicole whines, sounding as if he had just murdered her mother.
"I think the lasagna is ready," Rob says matter-of-factly.
"What?" Nicole says, looking at him as if she feared he was having a stroke.
"How about you plate a portion for each of us and then bring one plate back over?"
She looks at him for a moment, contemplating his words, then she compliently walks over to the oven. Robert stands in place and slowly jerks his cock, watching Nicole's bare ass jiggle as she carries the dish over to the counter and portions it. She then slowly walks back over to her husband with a square serving of pasta, searching his face for clues.
"Whatever you're thinking, we can't serve it to Nelly," she reminds him.
"Oh, don't worry," he smiles mischievously. "That's not Nelly's plate."
Nicole bites her lip, her breath increasing from arousal. "Y- you mean you're gonna serve Tyler your cum?"
"I told you. I am not doing anything, you are!"
Nicole gasps as Rob grabs a firm hold of her hair and forces her down onto her knees. He then roughly shoves his fat, sticky cock into her mouth and starts fucking her throat. "Just as we did with Nelly, baby. Put the plate between your legs and finish yourself off!"
No other sounds make it out of Nicole's facehole beyond wet, sloppy gurgles, and still, Robert was able to make out evident arousal. With no hesitation whatsoever she stuffs their son's dinner plate between her knees and goes to town on herself with both hands, fingerfucking her dripping cunt and rubbing aggressively at her clit.
"AAuUGhh...
GluUck...
GluAagh..."
The noises escaping from his wife's lips were heavenly. Rob was pushing deep into Nicole's throat over and over, looking down at his beloved fuck-toy as he did it. Nicole was dutifully looking back up at him, but her gaze were muddy, nearly cross-eyed, and he realized she was sprinting towards her orgasm, barely even mentally present in the room.
Between her legs, her pussy juices were flowing down her hands and dripping steadily down and soaking into the square of lasagna.
"You're gonna cum for me, aren't you my little whore?" Rob grunted, felling the familiar tingle in his balls. "You're going to cum with my fat cock spraying down your throat while feeding your own son your squirt!"
"GUUUAAAGGHH!" Nicole howls, her eyes rolling back into her skull and she begin convulsing. Beneath her stimulating fingers her pussy starts cramping and her hot mommy juices gush out of her and splash all over their son's food.
In a grand roar of pure pleasure is also Rob pushed over the edge. His rod starts to pulsate and he loads thick ropes of hot cum down his wife's orgasming throat, making her moan even louder.
It takes quite a while before any of them are able to move or speak again.
"Oh, fuck baby, that was incredible," Nicole splutters at last, having attempted to ride out her orgasm, swallow her husband's load, and regain her breath all at once.
"I figured you would like my idea," Rob smiles.
"Mm yes, it's so nasty," Nicole purrs, shivering happily. "And it will certainly get Nelly's temper up."
And so a few minutes later, after some rough cleaning to make themselves and the tinkered with plate presentable, the whole family sat gathered around the dinner table.
Nelly glanced at her serving, sniffing the food hopefully, only to look sullen as soon as the first fork was loaded into her mouth.
Tyler however made no signs of noticing his younger sister's disappointment. Approaching his twentieth birthday, their son was very much the spitting image of his father, with similiar faical features, eye color, and build. He was a bit shorter, standing at 5'10'', with the other main distinctions being the slingtly longer hair and leaner physique.
As Tyler was going for his first bite, he was too focused on keeping the food balancing on the fork to notice his parents observing him with intense vigilance.
Rob can hear his wife silently moan under her breath as she watches Tyler closes his lips around the pasta, chew, and for the first time ever unknowingly taste his own mother's pussy.
"Is this some new recipe?" He asks once he swallows, looking at his food in mild confusion. "It tastes different somehow."
With a gasp Nelly's head snapps around to stare at her brother, a look on her face as if he'd just made a claim that Santa Claus wasn't real.
"Yeah, the sauce is a bit different, it's your mom's special recipe," Rob explains.
