The rain hammered the windows of the old lakeside cabin while the four of us sat around the kitchen table, half-drunk on whiskey and years of pent-up tension. Mom had just turned forty-eight, Dad was fifty, I was twenty-three, and my sister Lisa was twenty-one. We had all agreed to skip the usual family bullshit and just let loose for once.
Lisa was the first to say it out loud. “I’m so fucking horny I could ride anything with a pulse.” She laughed, but her eyes stayed on me. Dad shifted in his chair, his hand already resting on the bulge in his jeans. Mom didn’t scold her. Instead she stood up, pulled her sweater over her head, and dropped it on the floor. Her heavy tits swung free, nipples already stiff.
“Everyone’s an adult here,” she said. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it raw.”
Dad stood next, unzipped, and pulled his thick cock out. It was already half-hard, veined and heavy. “Been thinking about this for years,” he muttered. “Both my kids. Both my holes.”
Lisa kicked her chair back and peeled off her shorts. She wasn’t wearing panties. Her shaved pussy glistened under the kitchen lights. She walked straight to Dad, dropped to her knees, and swallowed his cock in one wet gulp. The sound was filthy—loud slurping, spit already dripping down her chin.
I didn’t hesitate. I stood behind Mom, yanked her yoga pants down, and shoved two fingers straight into her cunt. She was soaked. “Fuck, yes,” she hissed. “Finger your mother like you mean it.” I curled my fingers, found that spongy spot, and pumped her until her juices ran down my wrist.
Lisa came up for air long enough to look at me. “Get your dick out, little brother. Mom needs it.”
I freed my cock and lined up behind Mom. She bent over the table, ass up, and I slammed into her in one thrust. Her pussy clamped down like a fist. “Goddamn, you’re tight,” I groaned, gripping her hips and pounding her hard enough to make the table legs scrape the floor.
Dad pulled Lisa up, spun her around, and bent her over the same table so we were facing each other. He drove into her from behind while she stared at me, mouth open, moaning every time his balls slapped her clit. “Look at us,” she panted. “Fucking our parents like dirty whores.”
Mom reached across the table and grabbed Lisa’s hand.
“Suck your brother while your father fucks you.” Lisa stretched forward and took my cock in her mouth without ever pulling off Dad’s dick. The angle was awkward but filthy—her tongue working the underside while Mom’s pussy milked me from the other side.
We switched positions fast. Dad sat on a kitchen chair and pulled Lisa onto his lap, impaling her asshole on his cock. She screamed and started bouncing, tits flying. Mom dropped to all fours and crawled under the table to suck Dad’s balls while he wrecked Lisa’s ass. I got behind Mom again, this time pushing into her tighter hole. She grunted around Dad’s sack, pushing back to take every inch.
The cabin filled with wet sounds—slapping skin, squelching holes, heavy breathing. Lisa came first, shaking and squirting down Dad’s thighs. “Don’t stop, Daddy, fill my ass!” He grabbed her waist and pumped thick ropes into her, groaning like an animal.
Mom pulled off me and turned around. “I want both my kids’ cum.” She lay back on the table, spread her legs, and I climbed on top. Lisa straddled Mom’s face so Mom could eat her freshly fucked ass while I drove into Mom’s cunt again. Lisa leaned forward and we kissed over Mom’s body, tongues messy, tasting each other’s spit and our parents’ sweat.
Dad recovered fast. He stood behind me, pressed his cock against my ass, and pushed in without asking. The stretch burned and felt fucking incredible. He fucked me while I fucked Mom, every thrust driving me deeper into her. Lisa ground on Mom’s tongue, coming again with a loud, broken moan.
We moved to the living room rug. Mom on her back, Lisa riding her face. Dad and I took turns in Mom’s pussy, switching every few strokes so she never knew whose cock was stretching her. When she came she squirted hard, soaking Lisa’s thighs and the rug beneath us.
Lisa wanted both holes filled at once. She got on all fours and I slid under her, cock in her cunt, while Dad took her ass again. Mom fed her tits to Lisa, who sucked and bit the nipples like she was starving. We fucked her in rhythm until she was babbling, eyes rolled back, pussy and ass clenching around us. Dad came first, flooding her ass. I followed right after, pumping load after load into her cunt until it leaked out around my shaft.
Mom wasn’t finished. She pushed Lisa onto her back, spread her legs, and buried her face between them, licking our cum out of both holes. Dad and I watched, stroking ourselves hard again. When Mom lifted her head, cum dripping from her chin, she looked at us both. “Your turn to breed me.”
We took her together on the couch—Dad in her ass, me in her pussy, Lisa sitting on the armrest feeding Mom her fingers to suck. Mom came so hard she went limp, but we kept fucking her through it until we both unloaded inside her, mixing our loads deep in her holes.
We collapsed in a sweaty, sticky pile. Cum leaked from every used hole. Lisa licked Dad’s softening cock clean while Mom lazily stroked my chest. No one said we were stopping. The night was still young, the whiskey still flowing, and every one of us already planning the next round.
