After a few seconds, Ellen started to get to her feet again; seeing his mother move, Robert followed her example. It was nearly a minute before Carla had gotten her breath and senses back enough to make her way vertical again. All four family members looked decidedly uncomfortable as they faced the general direction of the three men that had violated the security of their home.
The silence seemed to drag out longer than it really took before the leader of the captors announced
"Well, now, that was quite a nice show you folks put on for us. Junior, it looked to me like you got the hang of eating pussy pretty quick; and the way missy acted, I gotta figure you must've done a pretty good job on her. And mom, I don't reckon your old man is gonna forget that blowjob for a good long time!"
Ellen, Robert, and Carla all three blushed before the man continued "I can see that junior's rarin' to go again, and I figure after giving dad head so good, mom wouldn't mind getting a little lovin' of her own.
So what I figure needs to happen is for junior to go on over and get mom nice and warmed up. And dad, you might as well find out what junior's been having fun with and have a little fun of your own with missy."
Neither Vic nor Robert moved right away; both had decided that they simply weren't going to go as far as their captors were demanding. But when the man with the pistol pulled the hammer back with a loud click and then told them "If you fellas don't get going real quick like, I'm gonna put a bullet in somebody's tit", they started to move-slowly and reluctantly, looking at their captors leader with hate and suppressed rage until each had gotten to his respective partner.
When he was standing in front of his mother, Robert softly told her "I… I'm sorry, Mom."
Just as quietly, Ellen answered "Never mind, honey. I know it isn't your idea."
Across from them, Victor told Carla much the same thing his son had said to his wife, and heard her answer "It's okay, Daddy. I know you won't hurt me."
A few seconds passed before a voice told them "C'mon folks, time to get things rollin'! Why don't you guys get things movin' by playing with some tits, huh?"
Slowly and reluctantly, Robert brought his hands up and placed them on his mother's breasts, just as he'd done to his sister; to his surprise (and quiet pleasure), he discovered that her mammaries felt nearly as good as Carla's. Larger and softer than his sibling's, they were still smooth and warm under his touch. Deciding that he could claim to be worried about upsetting the man with the gun, he didn't hesitate to begin exploring his mother's chest ornaments much as he'd done with his sister. As he did, the pleasure of having his hands overfilled with warm womanflesh began to make his dick feel even longer and harder than it had before.
Having her son's hands on her breasts made Ellen feel ashamed of what was happening, at first. But as he began moving his hands on them, gently squeezing and stroking their fullness, her embarrassment gradually gave way to a sense of pleasure with what he was doing. When his efforts expanded to include her nipples, the good feelings she was having grew even faster.
Vic had solemnly resolved that although he had to put his hands on his daughter's body, he was only going to go through the motions of actually doing anything: he'd make it look good, but he was determined that it wouldn't be anything that actually brought him any pleasure. That resolve lasted right up to the point that he first touched Carla by cupping his hands on her breasts. Unwittingly, he gave her small mounds a soft squeeze, and found out that they were as smooth and firm as he remembered girl's tits being when he was just learning such things. In addition, he could feel the hard pebbles of his daughter's nipples pressing into the palms of his hands; he found the stone wall of his resolve and commitment crumbling under the reality of his daughter's body in his hands. Slowly and reluctantly, he began moving his hands a little bit at a time, fascinated with the feel of Carla's young body.
The command that her daddy should start touching her and doing things with her didn't bother Carla in the slightest; in fact, she welcomed it. She loved him, and knew that he loved her, and she was grateful for the opportunity for the two of them to show each other that love. She was perfectly willing-eager, even-for him and her to take things as far as they could… even if that mean her daddy being the one to take her virginity. After seeing his erect penis, she knew that it wouldn't fit into her easily and that was okay with her; after what Robert had done to and with her, she wanted to feel her daddy's hard cock filling the emptiness she was feeling between her smooth thighs. As she stood there with her father's hands on her breasts, the idea of being fucked by him started to arouse her tremendously.
Ellen could feel that her nipples had gotten hard as a result of what her son was doing to her breasts with his hands, and she was long past feeling any shame or guilt about what they were doing. She was getting the kind of attention she hadn't experienced in months, and she simply didn't care who was doing it, or why; all she was certain of was that it felt good-good enough, in fact, that her clitoris was achingly erect and her pussy was wet and developing the empty sensation that all but demanded she find something hard to fill it. Remembering what she'd seen of her son's cock, she felt a mild thrill run through her body at the idea of having the building fires of her lust quenched by him, and started wondering: did she dare let it happen?
When Robert noticed an aroma much like the one he'd detected with Carla, he initially wondered where it was coming from; it wasn't the same, or even close to what his sister had smelled like… and besides, she was several feet away. Then it hit him: what he was smelling was his own mother's juices, and that was enough to tell him that she was getting excited-by him, and what he was doing! He'd been about to use his mouth on Carla when he'd learned what she smelled like, but he didn't dare suggest anything like that to his mother… then he started wondering: instead of using his mouth like he'd done with Carla, would it work if he used his hand, instead?
Without realizing it, Vic had gone from barely moving his hands on Carla's breasts to actively playing with them and her nipples, which had gotten longer and harder the more his hands moved on his daughter's chest. The longer he stood there with Carla's lovely body in front of him, the harder it was or him to resist the increasing temptation to begin doing all of the things that kept crowding into his mind: licking and sucking on the lovely mounds his hands were on, touching even more of her smooth skin on other parts of her body, finding out if her small ass was as tight and firm as it had looked, and so much more.
Carla liked what her father was doing to her developing mammaries: his touch was both gentle and firm, and the way he moved his hands on her was heavenly. Still, she wished that he'd start doing even more with her; she wanted to feel his lips on hers, his hands moving on her body and even between her legs, and so much more. But most of all, she wished she could feel his cock in her, sliding in and out of her just like it had in her mother's mouth. From the way he was acting, she knew that if she told him what she wanted him to do, he'd be upset and stop doing anything with her-even if it meant getting hurt by the men that had come into their home. Despite her increasing desires, all she could do was enjoy what was already happening and hope that he'd eventually do even more.
Ellen was deeply involved in a fantasy involving herself and Robert when she felt one of his hands leave her breast and start moving down her body. Thinking that she might have missed hearing the man with the gun tell him to do it, she didn't say anything as his fingertips moved farther down her body and closer to her wet pussy. Was he really going to do what she thought he was going to? Was she about to find out what it was like-and maybe get the relief she needed-when her own son started using his hand on her?
As his hand moved ever lower on his mother's body, Robert kept expecting her to say something- almost certainly getting after him for daring to try and touch her that way. But she remained silent, and sooner than he thought he would, he felt his fingertips come into contact with the dark wedge of hair at the base of her belly. Softer than he'd thought it would be, it was so much thicker than his own pubes that he couldn't resist running his fingers through it for a while, enjoying the luxurious feel of her muff.
Still, he didn't lose track of what he'd started out to do, and eventually resumed moving his hand downward. The first thing he came into contact with was her clitoris; it was erect and exposed, and he intuitively knew not to do anything to it until he had something to keep it lubricated. Following the curve of his mother's mons, he felt his finger slip between the fleshy lips that he knew bracketed her vaginal opening. They were larger and thicker than Carla's had been, but he didn't find them to be any less soft… or touching them to be any less arousing. Slowly and carefully, he eased his finger farther between them and easily found the opening between her thighs. It was already surprisingly wet, and he could feel the heat radiating from it; after gathering his courage, he proceeded to see if he could get one of his fingers inside her and find out what a real pussy felt like-even if it was his mother's.
Victor had talked himself into the belief that there wasn't any harm in just kissing one of his daughter's breasts, and after lowering his head, did so. But after touching his lips to it, he didn't raise his head again; after a couple of seconds passed, he kissed the other. A few more seconds, and his head moved back to the first where he kissed her nipple. Then it was to the other again to do the same thing. The third time his head moved to Carla's small breast, he didn't hesitate to take its chocolate-brown peak between his lips and begin sucking on it.
The touch of her father's lips on her boob made Carla happy; when he kissed the other one and then went on to do even more, she was delighted. But when she felt his mouth fasten on one, she was nearly ecstatic.
When Ellen felt her son's finger begin to slide into her, she felt a powerful thrill run through her body at the idea that she was finally going to have something in her almost-aching empty pussy. Once her son's digit was fully inside, she was amazed at how good it felt. She knew she got smaller inside when Vic wasn't fucking her regularly, but Robert's finger felt larger than she knew it really was. Slowly and carefully so he'd know she wasn't trying to get him to stop what he was doing, she moved her feet apart, spreading her legs to make it easier for him to do whatever he had in mind.
Robert figured he had to be in the best place and position he was ever going to experience: he had his mouth and one hand full of warm tit while one finger of the other hand was buried in a snug, wet pussy.
After more-or-less putting his mouth and hand on cruise control on his mother's tits, he devoted most of his attention to finding out what he could about the inside of a pussy. Feeling that his finger was thoroughly coated in pussy juice, he wasn't reluctant to move it around; it didn't take him long to discover a hard knot with what felt like a dimple in it, which he quickly concluded must be her cervix.
Further exploration didn't turn up anything else noteworthy (despite the thoroughness of his efforts); the only other thing he could find was an area a short distance inside, almost right behind the pubic bone, that somehow felt different. Carefully, he began pressing against and rubbing it with the end of his finger, trying to figure out why it didn't feel the same as the rest.
With his mouth busy on Carla's breasts, Vic absently sent his hands to her waist and promptly forgot them. Not knowing he was doing it, he gradually began to shift them around-only to her hips at first, but eventually letting them wander over her body at will. He didn't realize what he'd done until his attention was caught by the sensation of something was moving under them. When that happened, it took only a moment for him to realize that what had been moving was his daughter's ass: she'd been clenching it in response to the way he'd been squeezing and caressing her tight little buns. Before he could pull them off, however, the thought struck him that if Carla had objected to what he was doing, she'd have done or said something to let him know. Instead, she'd apparently been enjoying it; that was all he needed to know to leave them where they were and begin consciously enjoying the feel of the smooth skin over hard rubber that made up her ass.
Carla had been thrilled when she felt her father's hands moving on her. His touch was soft and patient, and the way he touched her so gently only added to her pleasure. When he'd taken her butt in his hands, she wondered if she might be dreaming: from the way he was stroking and squeezing her ass cheeks, there couldn't be any doubt that he liked it. If she could only find a way to get his hands around to the front where her clitoris was… or even better, between her legs…
Ellen didn't know what Robert had found inside her, either, but she sincely hoped that he'd remember where it was: the pleasure she was getting from what he was doing was better than anything she'd experienced for a long, long time. It couldn't have been but a few minutes since he'd started DOING
things to that particular spot, but she was already well on the way to having an orgasm- and from the pressure building inside her, a big one!
Just a few seconds after he'd started trying to find out what that particular place in his mother's vagina was, Robert heard her start making small, soft noises as she squatted down slightly and spread her legs even more. Figuring that if she was doing that, he wasn't doing anything wrong, he kept going. It wasn't much longer until he recognized that the sounds his mother was making were noises of pleasure-and arousal. That was all he needed to know, and he readily kept going.
Once he was used to the idea of his hands on Carla's delightful little ass, Vic didn't see any reason why he shouldn't go back and begin touching the rest of her body again, and find out what he'd missed out on by not paying attention. He started by sliding his hands upwards, off of her buns and onto her back before caressing his way up to her shoulders. From there, it was around to her sides and down to her hips before taking hold of her sweet cheeks again. After giving her glutes the attention they deserved, he repeated his actions… then did it again and again…
With her father's hands moving on her again, Carla promptly started trying to think of something-
anything! — that would get him to touch her where she wanted him to. She'd once accidentally heard some older boys talking about something they called "blue balls"; when she'd asked one of her friends what it meant, discovered that it meant the boy had gotten aroused for too long without having a climax. Just then, she felt a considerable sympathy for any boy that had that happen to him because if there was a female equivalent to it, she had it!
Ellen had reached the point that she couldn't have said anything to Robert if she'd wanted to: the pressure she felt was so great, and she was so close to her release, that all she could do was hold still and pray her son didn't stop what he was doing.
After his experience with his sister, Robert had some idea that something was about to happen with his mother. Even so, he wasn't anywhere near prepared when she stopped the slow arching of her pelvis and froze in front of him. He heard her start to groan, only to have the sound cut off at the same time he felt her pussy clamp down on his finger. He was surprised by the force being applied, and surprised even more when he felt her pussy relax slightly before beginning a rhythmic clenching that ran from where her opening was clenched around his finger toward the end before starting over again. In addition to all of that, Robert could also feel her juices begin to flow out and wet his hand; he'd never even suspected that a female could get THAT wet inside.
Vic had fully turned his attention back to running his hands over as much of Carla's body as he could-
even going so far as to start kissing her again so there wasn't any excuse for him not to play with her breasts some more. It had been long enough since he'd gotten the blowjob from his wife that he could feel his cock starting to get thick and heavy again in response to the sensation of Carla's body under his hands. He'd been toying with one of her nipples and started to move his hand down so he could reach around and hold her ass again when she put her hand on top of his and started moving it in a different direction. He wasn't paying much attention to what she was doing until he felt his hand cupping something rounded and slightly furred. When he realized that Carla had put his hand on her mons, he pulled his head back and looked at her in concern. He could see the pleading look in her eyes and hear the wanting in her voice as she told him "It's okay, Daddy. I… I'd like it, even."
Terrified at the prospect of how he might react, Carla simply couldn't think of anything else to do other than put his hand on her pussy herself. Only the things that they'd already been doing together gave her any hope that he'd leave it there, and the prospect of him doing anything more was little more than a dream. Much to her relief, he'd hesitated only a moment before kissing her again while leaving his hand where she'd put it. A little bit later, she'd been delighted when she felt him starting to move it slightly: first it was just so he could cup her mound a little better; but not long after that, he'd wiggled his finger a little bit so that it slid into her crack some more. Then he'd done it again so that his finger was holding her inner lips apart. After that, she could feel the palm of his hand start regularly pressing against the hood of her clitoris; and the final act had been when he'd curled his finger slightly and begin gently pressing against her opening-where she just knew he HAD to be able to tell how incredibly wet she must be!
With the end of her orgasm, Ellen wasn't sure whether to be grateful or not that Robert had discovered that spot inside her; the orgasm she'd just had left her feeling nearly as weak as a kitten. Feeling Robert's finger still inside her, she reached down and took his wrist, holding his hand steady as she carefully lifted herself off the source of her recent pleasure. The way she felt just then, she decided that her best bet was to get off of her shaky legs and simply kneel on the floor. She was grateful for the help she got from Robert, and managed to tell him "Thank you"-realizing too late that he might think she was thanking him for the orgasm, and not the assistance he'd provided in getting her safely to her knees. Smiling to herself, she had to admit that he certainly deserved her thanks for an orgasm like that!
Robert remained standing in front of her, and when she raised her head, she found herself facing her next temptation… one she readily gave in to, feeling her mouth start to water as she raised her hands and leaned forward.
Naturally, Robert didn't have any idea what his mother's orgasm really meant to her, since he wasn't privy to the goings-on (or lack thereof) in his parent's bedroom. So when he'd heard her thanking him, he didn't have any reason to think that it was for anything BUT helping her to the floor. It was something he was actually glad to do, since he could see that she was having trouble standing after what she'd just been through. Looking down at her once she was on her knees, he saw that her head was hanging down; that seemed like the perfect opportunity for him to find out if his mother's pussy juices were anything like his sister's. Turning his body slightly to try and block what he was doing from her view, he moved his hand to his face. It took only a brief sniff for him to learn that his mother's lubrication was a bit muskier than Carla's, but not less appealing. Sticking his finger in his mouth, he learned that her oils were a little thicker, too, and tasted almost exactly the same as they smelled. It was only a few seconds work for him to get his finger, then the rest of his hand. cleaned of any trace of her.
He was just starting to wonder what else was going to happen when he felt a hand wrap itself around his hard cock just ahead of something incredibly warm and wet engulfing the head.
Carla had readily cooperated while Vic got the end of his finger wetted from the abundant supply of her lubrication, and then carefully worked it through the tight ring leading to her vagina; she even tried to spread her legs for him in the process, making it easier for him to discover the obstacle of her hymen not far inside. Vic found himself both pleased and excited with the thought that his daughter was still a virgin. Removing his invading member from her virginal opening, Vic used the oils on the end of it to lubricate her erect clitoris as he tenderly began to stimulate it with a random mixture of caresses, circling it, and simply pressing against it. As he was doing those things, he could hear his daughter's breathing get faster between soft moans of pleasure at what he was doing. With his hand busy between Carla's thighs, he didn't have any objections when he felt her small, cool hand softly grasp his manhood.
Carla was nearly ecstatic that her daddy was touching her the way he was. Even better was that it felt so wonderful-better, even, than when she did it… or what Robert had done, for that matter. She was sure she was practically dripping, she'd gotten her so wet; when she happened to open her eyes and looked down to see that his penis had gotten longer and thicker, she didn't even think about it before reaching out and taking it in her hand and feeling it twitch in response. With only the experience of having Robert's penis in her hand, she started stroking the larger mass in her hand slowly and carefully.
It took a little bit before she was sure that she was getting it right from the way it began to grow in her hand even more. She continued her efforts to encourage it to get even bigger as she divided her attention between the mass of meat in her hand and what her Daddy was doing to and with her.
With her fantasy of sucking her son's hard cock having come true, Ellen dedicated herself to enjoying the reality of what she was doing-and to trying to give Robert the kind of pleasure that he'd provided her. She was old enough that she'd starting having doubts about her age and attractiveness, and after witnessing what Carla had done with Robert's cock in her mouth, Ellen also felt a need to prove to herself that she was still young and vibrant and sexually appealing; so she was taking her time and doing her best to get her son as aroused as she could, determined to make his climax as strong as possible so he'd remember what SHE'D done to him instead of what he'd experienced with Carla.
If he'd known it was an issue, Robert would have been more than happy to assure his mother that she gave infinitely better head than his sister did; Carla hadn't done anywhere near the things that his mother was, and the things that they both did felt ever so much better the way his mother was doing them. Even though it hadn't been so long ago that he'd cum in his sister's mouth, what his mother was doing to his hard cock was slowly and steadily moving him toward another climax… one that would happen sooner than he'd thought it could.