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It had been a long and fulfilling college career, but Rob is now ready to head back home for a time and relax before joining the ‘real world.’ There are some good prospects to be sure, but he had enough of being away. He wants to return to his room and all of his old stuff. He wants to have some of his mom’s famous apple pie. He wants to sit back and crack a beer with his dad, and, yes, he even wants to see what his sisters have been up to all this time.

When he pulls up to the familiar neighborhood, nostalgia overwhelms him, but soon, he also gets a pleasant surprise. The driveway to his childhood home is filled with four vehicles, each of them he recognized as being owned by one family member or another. They know he was coming home today, and it looks like they all took the time out of their schedule to be home for him.

When he walks up to the door holding his suitcase, Rob runs a hand through his short brown hair before he knocks. There’s no answer, and the door itself creaks open a bit.

He frowns, pushing the door slightly ajar and peeking in. Perhaps there’s a surprise party? When he calls out a quick “Hello?,” no one answers. So, he steps inside and drops his case, calling out louder this time. “Hey guys, I’m home!”

Still no answer. Not only that, but the lights upstairs are out, casting the room in slight shadows. As he walks inside, he hears something, like a thump, coming up from upstairs. The sound of running water tells him someone is using the shower, as well. He sighs and rolls his eyes, figuring his folks might be on one of their walks, and he heads up. “Yo, sis!” he shouts, loud enough for the showerer to hear. “Your big bro’s home. Where is everyone?”

The only response he gets is a gasp coming from his parents’ room. He raises an eyebrow, stepping closer to the slightly ajar door. “Mom… Dad…? You guys in here? I’ve been calling for a few minutes, and no one’s answering. It’s starting to freak me out a little, ya know? Maybe you could—?” He pushes the door open, and his eyes bulge out of their sockets at the sight before him.

His sister, Amy, sits naked and riding on top of a man. She goes at it slowly, her hands resting on the man’s chest and her eyes closed. Her long blond hair is out of its usual ponytail, and her lithe, athletic body is on full display, her lower stomach bulging slightly from the cock buried deep within her. Her mouth stays open, and with each push down and thrust forward, she lets out a little breath, a gentle moan.

The man laying underneath her makes Rob’s jaw drop. Though he looks remarkably like Rob, himself, he’s older, with flecks of gray fighting for control of his hair. His normally rounded belly is mitigated by his posture, and his large, rough, worker’s hands rest on the hips of his sister.

Of course, Rob knows this man, because this man is none other than Rob’s—and Amy’s—father!

“D… Dad? Amy?” Rob manages to squeak out, his legs trembling.

“W-what the hell is going on here?”

Amy opens her eyes, though one of them is covered by her hair. Her bright blue eyes, once something Rob only saw as precocious, now looks to him with a longing lust. Her tongue rolls along her luscious lips, and her lustful gasp turns into a sensual, beckoning smirk.

Daddy, meanwhile, puffs out some breath and skips the formalities of keeping quiet. Instead, he pushes forward up into her, making Amy gasp out with a groan Rob never thought to hear come out of his sister. She returns the favor, grinding up against him with much more vigor, the two bodies bouncing on the bed enough to make it squeak, probably audible throughout all the house.

And, sitting in the corner, lounging over one of their reading chairs, is another nude form. This one is a more mature woman, with a fuller body. Slight wrinkles cross over her cheeks as she smiles to her son, but that’s not where Rob focuses. No, he sees his mother’s breasts, large and laying upon her reclined body, and her hands, brushing down along between her legs, three fingers exploring deep within her sex. She coos as she looks to him, beckoning him like a mother hen to her chick.

Rob gulps and looks to her, then to his father and his sister, and then finally back to his mom. Despite how much he tells himself that this is crazy. Despite how much he wants to scream, he feels the need, rushing blood down from his brain and into his little Rob. He takes a deep breath and kicks off his shoes, grabbing his college t-shirt and lifting it over his head.

Rob’s own body is large and muscular. While Amy has the body of a runner, Rob has the body of someone who plays football and lifts weights. He stomps on over to the recliner, placing his hands on his mother’s shoulders and looking her into the eyes. He doesn’t see the woman that raised him, that breastfed him, and that kissed his boo boos, instead, he sees a lusty and needy woman, a milf, through and through. It just happened she earned that title by giving birth to him.

She pulls one of her hands from between her legs and grabs at his crotch. She lets a surprised, yet pleased, “Oh”? Out of her mouth before he smirks and leans in, kissing her full on her lips.

Dad whistles, watching as his son takes his wife, but Amy isn’t one to be outdone, and she plants her own lips on daddy’s giggling a little at the tickling of his mustache.