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Father, though, isn't as forgiving. He just cared enough for his piece of willing fuck meat to lube her up by pouring it all over her asshole. He didn't even slide his finger in, and instead hotdogs his daughter a bit to pick the lube up on his cock in a spotty bit, guaranteed to keep some of it dry as he puts it in. When he finally does, she takes him in, partially dry, and loves every moment of it.

Once he's ready, Rob pulls his finger out with an audible pop, sending shivers down Amy's body. He then uses that same hand to grab his own cock and slide some of that lube over himself, shining it up with a lovely glistening shine. He takes a deep breath through his nose and guides himself in, watching as the star wraps around the pole, expanding and quivering hungrily as it takes him in. It's unlike anything he's ever seen before. With one more thrust, he finds himself in a world of bliss he never expected. After all, his cock is wrapped in the tight dark hole of Amy's ass. She's much tighter here than he imagined. Then again, he never did anal before! None of the girls he'd ever bang would let him. Maybe they were embarrassed, or maybe they just didn't trust him enough, but damn, it feels good to have his cock slide up along that pre-lubed hole, imagining how it must look taking his cock in, chewing at his meat as her anus and rectum try to figure out what this foreign object is. How is it that something designed only for waste removal would feel so fucking good having stuff going inside of it?

Amy and Charity continue their ministrations on their mother and on each other, tongues dancing along the inside of the older woman's sex. It's crazy now what positions the family can try with Rob finally home. After all, she would never dream of doing a position that would leave one of her babies unsatisfied. Because of that, she never had the pleasure of feeling two tongues making out with one another while exploring within her. She can't handle it anymore. Their constant lashing over her sensitive flesh sends mother rocketing over the edge.

Both girls squeal as their mother squirts at them, staining their cum-stained faces with their mothers' love juices. The matriarch of the family falls back, panting as she lays on the bed. After all of the fun she's been through today, she has to tap out for a bit. So, reluctantly, Momma rolls her way out of the bed and crawls back on over to her seat, climbing up onto it and plopping right back in the position she was when Rob first walked in the door. This time, however, she doesn't finger herself, but instead just happily watches, her hands resting upon her stomach as she takes in the amazing sights and sounds. As she watches them, she reminisces about how when she first married Father, he tamed the wild nympho that she was.

Oh yes, her family had quite the history, indeed. All the women in it were insatiable in one way or another. Many of them hid it well. It was something buried deep down in their bloodline. Something wonderful and amazing that elevated them above others. Mother never believed in magic, but when her daughters grew up and became just like her… when she took a shower only to have Amy step in and join her. When she gave Charity a spanking for breaking a lamp and she only cried out for more, she knew, deep down, that there was something special about her girls, about every woman in her family. Whatever it was, she didn't known or care, she just thanked whatever gods that exist that she has a family that would love each other so much and have this kind of relationship and come out stronger for it. Damn, though, Rob is good. If only she could have him alone sometime. She bites her thumbnail just as she thinks of it. She'd better calm down before she gets worked up enough to jump back in.

Maybe she can find a way to let those feelings simmer in her a bit. She sits up, crossing one leg in front of the other. She folds her hands together, resting them on her knee. As such, she looks quite prim and proper with the fornicating men and women of her family not being able to see the naughtiest of her bits, but three of the four members knowing full well that she was only taking a breather before she could get up and running once again. “Oh, come on girls, you hardly sound like you're enjoying it," their mother teased, running her tongue along her lips. “Look at you. I thought you were perfectly ill-reputable young sluts, training for a life of fucking your own blood. Where's the enthusiasm?"

Amy gasps as Rob's cock goes deeper into her. Her mother's words serve to egg her own, but she grits her teeth and looks up to the older woman. Mother sees the fire in her eyes. She's not a lost cause like her sister. After all, Charity is practically a broken doll with her eyes rolled back and her tongue rolling out, stud bouncing and glittering in the light of the fading sun. Her hungry cries are hardly that of a human, but of a sex-crazed beast, as much of a devil as that tattoo of hers would suggest, she brings out the worst in men and feeds off of their sin. “Ooh, Charity," Mother coos. “You look so wonderful like that. I love it when Father can make you break. I wonder, can you still hear your Momma? Are you even still aware enough to know you're not your daddy's fleshlight?"

Her feral cries of pleasure, accented with each thrust of her father's thick cock, come out sounding vaguely like “uuuh uuuh uuuh huuh!"