"That's six, Ginger!" Charlene crowed in triumph.
"Jesus Christ, Ma! You must be a fucking nympho!"
"I don't think so," she said, seriously. "I'm just trying to catch up on two weeks without fucking."
"Yeah, but do you have to do it all in one day?"
Ginger giggled. "If being nympho means you want to fuck all the time, I guess I'm one."
"Well, you've had it from me," Lonnie said, again. He yawned, widely. "Christ, I'm fallin' asleep."
His mother squeezed the two cocks with her cunt.
"You can take a nap," she conceded. "But I'm gonna draw at least one more load out of your balls before midnight!"
"At least two," corrected the girl. "I gotta have them both again, too."
"Two!" Charlene agreed.
But all four welcomed the idea of a nap, even though it was still light outside. Charlene refused to let the boys withdraw their cocks from her cunt. She squeezed them again, milking them gently until both Lonnie and Howie protested, then settled down on the pillow with arms around Lonnie while Ginger curled up against Howie's back.
Bladder pressure woke the youngest boy first. Howie blinked, smelling his mother's sweat in the darkness. He heard the whir of the fans and the soft breathing of the others. Then his hard cock fucked deeper into his mother's cunt.
Ginger's tits pressed against his shoulder blades while the girl bad worked one hand between his belly and Charlene's ass. He could feel her pubic hair pressing into his skin.
His prick jumped again in Charlene's cunt-he had to pee real bad. Howie nudged Ginger with his elbow and the girl uncoiled, turning onto her back with a sigh. He pulled out of his mother and Charlene gasped in protest as she lost the hard young prick.
"What? What's the matter?"
"Jesus!" Lonnie said, wiggling his groin against his mother. "Can't a guy get some fuckin' sleep?"
"I gotta go to the bathroom, Ma," Howie said, sliding down between the two females.
"Oh." Charlene blinked. She shook her head, remembering. "This one is mine, Howie. If you gotta pee."
"Who's gonna pee?" Ginger said. "Lonnie's mine!"
"Jesus fucking Christ!"
With that protest Lonnie yanked his cock out of his mother's cunt and rolled onto his other side. Charlene shook him by the shoulder.
"Come on, Lonnie! Bathroom time!"
"I don't gotta!"
"Come on! Wake up!"
Charlene shook him again, and at last the protesting youth sat up, still grumbling. The others got off the bed, Howie fumbling to turn on the light. Then they went to the bathroom together, where Charlene knelt in front of Howie while Ginger took the same position in front of Lonnie. Both boys strained, and their piss began to flow.
"Jesus!" Awake at last, Lonnie looked down at Ginger's eager sucking lips while the girl drank his gushing piss. Howie sighed with pleasure as his mother did the same for him. When their bladders were empty, the females settled back on their heels, sighing.
"Howie does taste better," Charlene said.
"Sweeter."
"If you're tryin' to make me jealous, Ma, it ain't gonna work," Lonnie said.
"Lonnie's okay," Ginger said. "But now I gotta pee!"
"Well, don't look at me!" the boy said. "No fuckin' way am I gonna drink your piss!"
Howie made a face. "Me, neither!"
"Party poopers!"
Ginger squatted on the john and emptied her bladder, then gave way to Charlene when she had wiped her cunt. They went back to the bedroom again, sighing as they settled down.
The teenager grabbed both pricks.
"It's my turn, now! I know I can't take you both in my pussy, so you fuck me there, Lonnie. Howie, you stick your cock in my ass!"
"Huh?" Lonnie stared at her. "Are you crazy, girl? You want him to shove his cock in your ass?"
"Sure. He fucked your mother that way this afternoon, and anything Charlene can take, I can take." she added. "Come-on, Howie."
Lonnie shook his head in amazement but at his mother's encouragement he assumed his position in front of the girl and shoved his cockhead into her cunt. Howie made use of the Vaseline again as he greased his prick and Ginger's ass, the girl gasping as he worked in his finger and rubbed it around.
"Oh, Jesus! Jesus!"
The second cry came as Howie's cock replaced his finger. Ginger's nails dug into Lonnie's arms-and then she sighed with relief as the pain slowly diminished, to be replaced by a growing circle of delicious warmth.
"Oh! Oh, yes, that does feel good! Fuck me now, both of you!"
The boys stroked into her, quickly catching the rhythm after their earlier experience with their mother. Their cock-heads rubbed together, separated only by the girl's sensitive lining, and Ginger gasped.
"Oh, God! Oh, God, yes! Fuck me!"
"Yeah!" Lonnie breathed. "Oh, yeah! Feel my big cock, girl! I'm gonna shove so far up your cunt it comes out your mouth!"
"Oh, fuck!" Howie cried, happily. "I'm fucking Ginger, Momma! I'm fucking her!"
"Jesus! Jesus! It's beautiful! Beautiful!"
The boys thrust together, drew back together-and in no more than minutes their rested balls began to tingle, to work with their young prostates. Even as Ginger begged them to fuck harder they erupted together, spilling boiling cum deep into her.
"Christ fuck!" Lonnie cried. "That's seven!"
"Yeah!" his brother cried. "Let's go for eight, Lonnie!"
"Eight, shit! I'm never gonna stop!"
But their bodies failed them; as their cum stopped spilling, their cocks softened, and the boys fell away from Ginger with long sighs of depletion. They were too tired to protest when the girl and Charlene shifted around, their mother taking up the sixty-nine position against Howie while Ginger did the same in front of Lonnie. The younger boy sighed again as his mother sucked his prick into her mouth for a moment, then let it slip out while she raised her head.
"Suck my cunt, Howie!"
Charlene curled her body around to let the boy nuzzle into her crotch, then sucked his cock back inside. Lonnie moaned with pleasure as Ginger sucked down on his prick, taking him that way for the first time. Then she came off him with the same request:
"Suck my pussy, Lonnie! Please!"
Feeling deliciously warm and sexually fulfilled, the older boy forgot his earlier revulsion at the thought of sucking cunt and settled into position. And soon all four drifted into sleep again.
The next time they woke it was to the shrill ring of the telephone. Bright morning sunlight flooded the bedroom as all four sat up. Then Charlene slid across the bed to answer the imperious instrument.
"H'lo? Oh, Alice. Uh, yeah, Ginger's still here-hold on and I'll get her."
The instrument squawked and Charlene listened. "Okay, I'll give her the message. Sure, no problem. Thanks for calling, Alice."
All three youngsters were wide awake when she hung up and turned around. "That was Alice Jackson, Ginger. Your father called to say he'll be home in forty-five minutes. And he said something about your mother going to Norway."
"Shit! Mom walked out on him. I've been expecting it to happen for the last two years."
"Alice told him you were already on the way home, but you've got time for breakfast. And a fast shower. Jesus, I guess we all need a fast shower!"
"Yeah, I suppose I better." Then Ginger smiled. "You know, I've secretly been wishing Morn would do this. Now I'll have Daddy all to myself. The first thing he'll do when he walks in the front door is take off his clothes and flop into his recliner. That's when I'll make my move."
"Your move?" said Lonnie.
"Yeah. I'll sit on his lap and commiserate with him. But sitting isn't all I'm gonna do. I bet I'll have him hard in five minutes and in my pussy in ten!"
"Jesus!" Lonnie said.
"Cripes!" Howie said. "You mean you're gonna fuck your own father?"
"I sure am!"
"Good for you!" Charlene said. "Go for it, girl! Now come on and let's get that shower, kids. We've got work to do!"
"Uh, Ma?" Lonnie scratched his head. "I gotta pee!"
"You forgot what I said-I won't drink your first pee of the morning. Maybe later. Now, come on!"
Charlene led them to the shower, but when the boys cocks started standing she slapped them down. She did let Ginger wash Howie's back while she did Lonnie's, and took the same service in return, but she wouldn't let them finger their cunts. When Howie insisted on playing grab ass with Ginger, she turned the water onto cold.
"Jeez, Ma!"
All three kids jumped, and hurried through the rest of their shower. Five minutes after that, they started on cold cereal while Charlene fixed eggs, bacon and sausage at the stove. And thirty minutes after the phone call, they kissed Ginger goodbye, and watched the girl's naked ass bob up and down as she ran along the path.
"Jeez!" Howie said, sighing. "Ginger's nice, Mom. I'm glad she stayed with us last night. But you know what? I wish we were home."
Charlene ruffled their wet hair and pulled the boys against her tits-their cocks flopped against her, Howie's between her thigh and his crotch, Lonnie's against her belly. Both pricks seemed larger than they had been yesterday, and she couldn't resist reaching down to stroke them.
They were hard almost instantly. "Let's go back to bed, Ma!" Lonnie said, throatily. "I want to fuck you again!"
"So do I, Momma!" Howie said. "Jeez, if we start now, maybe we can cum ten times today!"
Charlene laughed and squeezed their cocks again. "I've got a better idea kids. Howie's right-I wish I was home, too, with Pat and Tracy. And your Dad. What say we clean up around here and jump in the car?"
Lonnie humped against her. "Jesus, I'd rather fuck you first!"
"You mean you never fucked Pat?"
"Well, not fucked her."
"I fuck Tracy, Mom. Pat only sucks Lonnie's cock."
Lonnie shot his brother a dirty look, and Charlene relented. "All right, you can each throw one fast fuck into me. Then it's home we go."
The boys hurried to clean up the kitchen then grabbed her hands and tugged their mother back upstairs. Both cocks were aching hard, but Lonnie was too horny to go in for any fancy fucking this morning. He pushed his mother down on the bed and buried his prick in her cunt, then fucked her back across the mattress.
"Oh, Christ, Ma! Ma! Oh, fuck!"
"Oh, yes, baby! Yes, Lonnie! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
"Jesus! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
He thrust again after no more than fifty fast, furious fuck-strokes, and held his prick buried completely within his mother's cunt while his balls blasted his cum-load into her womb. For a moment longer the boy held himself on trembling stiff arms, his ass flexing-then he collapsed and rolled off her. Howie jumped onto the bed and eagerly took his place.
"I'm gonna fuck you now, Momma!"
"Yes, Howie! Oh, God, yes! Shove it to me, baby!"
Even though his cock was more than an inch shorter than Lonnie's, and an inch thinner, Charlene tightened down around him with all the strength of her cunt. His fucking was frenzied, and he lasted another minute or two longer before he thrust deep, held himself while his cum filled her pussy. Then it was his turn to collapse.
"Oh, God, boys! My beautiful fucking babies! I love you! I love you both!"
Charlene let the boys rest for ten minutes, then she sucked their-cocks clean of her pussy-juice and sent into their rooms to get dressed. Ten minutes later they were down at the dock while Lonnie started the outboard motor in their skiff. He took the tiller, headed the small boat away from the island in a sweeping curve that took them past the Buchanan house.
"Ginger's Dad is home," Howie said.
"I hope she has his cock in her cunt," his mother said. "Or at least in her mouth."
"Ginger will get him," her young son said. "But you know what, Mom? As much as I liked fucking Ginger, I loved fucking Tracy!"
"That's because she's your sister. Or maybe it's because she's your twin."
"I don't know why, but my cock is hard again just thinking about sticking it in her."
He spoke the truth-his prick tented his shorts. Both boys had pulled on the simplest garment, not bothering with underwear. It wouldn't take much to strip them for action.
Charlene's hands were sweating with nervousness when they docked on the shore and hurried to their stall. Lonnie opened the door and they were sledge hammered by a blast of week-old hot air. He took the keys and started the car, rolling it out for his mother.
Fifty-five minutes later that Charlene pulled into their own driveway. Bill's car was pulled halfway across the lawn, the front bumper resting against the porch.
"Dad must really have gotten stinking last night," said Howie, admiringly. "He must really be hung over this morning, or he'd have left for work an hour ago."
Charlene said nothing as she led the boys around the car and up the steps, and entered the house. But she slammed the screen door as they went in. Half a minute later the girls stumbled out of their parents bedroom, to the top of the stairs.
"Mom!"
"Ma!"
Jesus, they were naked! And disheveled from fucking! Even in the dim light of the house Charlene could see the sweat and cum streaks on their bellies and thighs.
"There's no need to ask what you two have been up to," she said, grimly. "Might I ask who you were doing it with?"
"Uh, cripes, Ma!" Pat started to stammer and answer, then turned as her father stumbled from the bedroom and stopped behind them. Like his daughters, he was naked, his pubic patch shining with something more than sweat.
"Charlene! Sweet fuckin' Jesus, what are you doing home?"
"I came to see my husband, and my daughters," she said, the corner of her mouth twitching as she fought to hide her smile. "The boys wanted to see their father and their sisters. That's still allowed, isn't it?"
"Jesus! Uh, get dressed, girls!"
"Don't bother. We're coming up!"
Charlene marched up the stairs, the boys at her heels. Howie was grinning widely while Lonnie pretending not to see anything out of the ordinary. The girls and Bill fell back, out of their way, as they stopped on the second floor landing. Bill's cock quivered.
"Jesus, Charlene! I can explain-"
"Don't bother." She did laugh, then. "If you did, we'd have to tell you what we've been doing on the island."
"Charlene!"
Bill gasped as she moved into his arms and planted her mouth on his. The girls stared stupefied as the boys did the same, their hard young cocks pressing against their shorts. But after the first shock of surprise, all three returned the hot, tongue-questing kisses.
"Jesus, Charlene! If only you know how much I missed you!" Bill said, breaking the kiss.
"I can imagine," she said, looking at the girls. "You know how much I love having your cock shoved up my pussy. Did you fuck both of them?"
"Huh? Uh, yeah."
"That's good, because I fucked both Lonnie and Howie. And I don't want any secrets in this family, Bill, because I'm gonna fuck them again. A lot!"
"You mean you don't mind?"
"Not a fucking bit. I expect you to fuck Pat and Tracy-if you can ever find them without the boys cocks in their cunts. Come on, kids! Let's all go back to bed. This family has some serious fucking to do!"
The giggling girls were already stripping the shorts down from their brothers. Charlene gave Bill another tongue-stabbing kiss, and before it ended his hard prick slammed against her tits. Sighing, she stroked him with one hand while she shrugged out of her clothes with the other, then, still holding it, she led him into the bedroom. Pat and Tracy followed-close behind, tugging on their brothers throbbing hot hard-ons.
"Oh, jeez, Howie!" Tracy said, settling beneath him on the bed. "Pop's great, but his cock is too fucking big. Shove it into me!"
"Yeah," Pat agreed, covering Lonnie's face with kisses. "Fuck me, Lonnie!"
"Fuck me, Bill!" their mother cried as her husband slid his huge cock into her pussy. "Fuck me!"
So they did.