The Black Box

“Mmmmm.” Hannah smiled, then stood, releasing his wet shaft. “Then I guess you never thought about these?” she said as she cupped her breasts through the black laced bra. “Never once thought about what they must look like. What they feel like…”

She reached to the front of her chest, pushing her breasts together as her fingers pinched at the elastic hooks between her cleavage.

“Would you like to know, Daddy?”

Dale stood speechless. Hannah pushed.

“Would you like to see your baby girl’s tits?”

Slowly, subtly, her father nodded his head.

It took every sheer ounce of her willpower to not burst into joy. He wanted her. She fucking knew it.

With a simple flick of her fingers, her bra was undone. Her hands pulled the cups away, freeing her bare breasts to her father’s lecherous stare. Hannah felt like her nipples had never been harder as she tossed the useless bra to the floor.

“Touch me, Dad,” she said, pleading as her own composure began to falter.

Just like that, Dale’s walls came crashing down.

He leaped forward; one hand grabbed onto her tit while his lips latched onto the other. Hannah moaned in surprise and held his head as her father lapped and sucked on her nipple.

Their lust was unleashed. Bodies pressed together as this newfound passion erupted between father and daughter. Hannah grabbed her father’s cock as it pressed into her thigh. She stroked him as he mauled her breasts, his free hand digging deep into the flesh of her ass. And from the shadows of the open door, Scottie watched.

He knew he should have left. He easily could have. Or, at the very least he could close the door and leave this scene of sin behind… but he couldn’t. He couldn’t take his eyes off this portrayal of incest. This act of depravity before him. He knew he needed to leave. But… He couldn’t. He longed to see this. It was wrong but exciting. Scandalous, but intoxicating. And though he and Hannah both had dove headlong into the taboo, this was new, and he had never been more aroused.

His focus was so rapt to this coupling that he never heard his mother until her breath was on his neck.

“You didn’t come back.”

“Mom!” Scottie said with a start, but couldn’t move, finding her arm suddenly wrapped around his chest. Angela stood behind her son, molding her body into his back.

“Shhhhh,” she said just barely beyond his vision. “I want to see this.”

In the room, Hannah began to back away while still kissing her father, her body luring him to follow. When she reached the bed, she sat back on its edge and spread her legs. Angela and Scottie watched as Dale hesitated for only a moment, then slid his hand down his daughter’s stomach, past her navel, then under the edge of her black panties. Her inner thighs shimmered. She was absolutely dripping.

They could see the slight bulge from his hand as it slid beneath the fabric, but they knew he found home when Hannah gasped.

“You’re touching me, Daddy! You’re touching my pussy! Please put a finger in,” she moaned, then cried out as his fingers slipped inside, hooked up, and went deep, his palm resting and rubbing against her clit.

“He really is good with his hands,” Angela purred to her son.

Scottie could feel her holding him tight. Her hand held firm to his chest while the other rested on his shoulder. He could feel the swell of her breasts press into his back as she ground her pelvis against his backside. Her movements were slow, but deep and deliberate.

Hannah cried and whimpered as her senses were overwhelmed by the finger fucking her father was giving her. Dale picked up the pace, his fingers plunging over and over into her wet pussy, completely drenching the useless garment that still restricted his hand.

“You’re fingers feel so good! Oh my god, Daddy, it’s so fucking good! Ah!” She cried out before her moans were silenced by her father’s lips. They kissed hard, tongues wrestling as Dale continued to frig her cunt.

Their skin was flushed, movements growing desperate. Then Hannah suddenly pushed him away.

“Oh my god, Dad. I need your dick in me now. Please fuck me,” she cried as she laid back and frantically tried to pull off her panties. Dale matched her intensity as he kicked his slacks all the way off and removed his socks, leaving them both equally naked.

Mother and Son watched as Hannah scooted herself closer to her father and spread her thighs for him. Dale reached down as Hannah hooked a leg behind his ass and drew his groin closer to hers.

Propping herself up on an elbow, she looked up at him.

“I want you so bad. Please just fuck me. Fuck me, Daddy.”

Dale looked down at her; his daughter writhing, moaning, urging him to mate with her. She was the pure epitome of temptation. And yet, he paused.

It was that hesitation that spurred Angela into action, reading signs on her husband that only a wife could tell.

Without saying a word, she took Scottie’s hand and entered the bedroom, leading her son like a horse to water. Dale’s head instantly turned to his wife, his eyes filled with shock as he and Hannah froze in place.

“Angela, I-” Dale said but his words were cut off as she kissed him, hard and with furious passion.

Angela released her son’s hand and she brought it up to Dale’s cheek, cradling it as their tongues danced together. Scottie could hardly wrap his head around this vision of his mother kissing her husband who stood naked between their daughter’s spread legs.

She pulled back, giving him one last peck on the lips as she stared deep into his eyes. Her hand snaked down his chest, down the trail of hair at his navel, to the base of his shaft that was still wet with his own precum and Hannah’s saliva.

Dale felt his wife grab his cock and pull him to Hannah’s vagina.

“It’s okay,” she whispered as his head nestled into their daughter’s lips. “I know you want to.” Angela placed a hand on the small of his back and pushed, urging his hips forward.

“Oh my god,” Hannah cried as her father’s penis slid halfway inside her. She pushed her hand up to his chest, fingers digging into his chest hair and feeling the muscles beneath. It made her quiver, groan, and gush as she adjusted to his girth.

He retracted, letting the ridge of his crown stay just within her lips, then he pushed forward again. Then again, and again, driving slowly but surely deeper inside his daughter until his groin bottomed out against her clit.

Scottie watched as Angela kissed Dale’s shoulder as he fell into a steady rhythm as Hannah hooked her arm in the recess of her knee, pinning a leg against her chest. She bit her own knee, grunting with each thrust from her father pounding against her pelvis.

Seeing her work was done, Angela grabbed her husband’s ass.

“Have fun,” she said before kissing his cheek.

Dale looked over his shoulder to her and grinned.

“You too.”

That got Scottie’s attention.

Angela turned her focus on her son. Scottie could see her chest rising and falling with deep breaths, all while her skin, smooth and flawless as it was, had the slightest hint of blush on her cheeks. With an unblinking stare, she smiled at him, but less like a parent who was filled with pride. Nothing like the look he had seen on her face when he had received his diploma, scored his first home run or nailed a final exam. This was a smile of anticipation, of torturous delayed excitement. A smile one has when they are hungry and see a feast before them. Or, more accurately, a fantasy soon to be realized.

Scottie couldn’t take his eyes off his mother. Just behind her, he could glimpse the constant motion and moans of his father and sister’s unholy coupling, but his mother’s presence demanded his attention. Her confidence had returned tenfold, and with it, this unyielding beauty.

For the second time that night, she towered over everyone else.

“Take those off,” she said pointing to Scottie’s slacks.

It was like a reflex; you always do what your mother says. His hands were moving on their own as he quickly unbuckled his belt, fly, and pushed his pants down. As he stepped out of the legs, he saw Angela look at him, or his crotch really, with a smile that was anything but motherly. He didn’t need to look down to know he was sporting the mother of all erections, almost literally.

Slowly, Angela reached behind her back with both hands, one to pinch the fabric, and the other to pull the hidden zipper down with a teasingly slow pace. Once it reached the bottom, she slipped her straps off her shoulder, first the left, then the right, never breaking eye contact with her audience. With nothing left to hold it up, Scottie watched his mother push the dress down until gravity took over and let it slip gracefully to the floor.

She stood before him wearing only a thong, one leg slightly bent and hands on her hips. He was speechless. He had seen her in a bathing suit more times than he could count, but it wasn’t until this moment that he truly saw her. Her breasts were similar to Hannah’s, though slightly larger and rounder, capped with solid pink nipples. Her stomach, thighs, and legs were firm and smooth, with the shapes and curves in just the right places. This was the body of a woman, a goddess. And based on the look in his mother’s eyes, she knew how to use it.

It was that look, that expression that changed everything for him. He had seen it many times before on Hannah’s face. That mix of lust and love with a twist of a challenge. Angela, like her daughter, liked to play, tease, and fuck. And that was it. Like a light turning on, regret and shame were gone. Hannah was diving into her fantasy, and he’d be damned if he was to let this slide.

Game on.

“Mom, you look… incredible!” Scottie said, unabashedly standing with his hard-on tenting his boxers.

“Thank you, baby,” she said, then hooked a thumb on the side of her underwear, “Call me old fashioned, but I’m going to let you do the honors of taking off my panties. But first, let’s get this out of the way.”

She walked right up in front of him, her chest pressing into her son’s as her hands found the edge of his tank top. Winking at him, she pulled it up and over his head.

“There we go,” she said. “I love skin-to-skin contact.” Angela giggled as she rubbed her nipples against her son’s bare chest. “Oh, this is new,” she said as she lightly combed her fingers through a small, fair patch of hair between his pecs. “I kinda like it. My boy’s all grown up and turned into a man.”

Scottie groaned at her touch.

“Oh, you like Mommy’s titties rubbing against you?” She continued.

Scottie laughed and slipped his hands to her bare waist, pulling her in tighter so her panty-clad mound rubbed against his hard dick.

“I fucking love it,” he said.

“Tsk-tsk,” she frowned, though in obvious jest. “Cursing like that in front of your mother.”

“I’m about to be doing a whole lot more in front of my mother soon.”

Angela’s eyes lit up. Scottie felt her quiver beneath his hands.

“I should ask,” Scottie continued. “Should I be calling you ‘Mom’ right now?”

“Scott, in a matter of minutes I will be cumming all over your cock. You can call me whatever you like as far as I’m concerned.”

Scottie grinned.

“I kinda like calling you Mom.”

Angela grinned.

“Actually, me too.”

“It makes me so hard.”

“It makes me so fucking wet.”

Angela grabbed her son by the back of the head and kissed him, and he welcomed it. Their mouths opened, tongues dancing together as their hands explored each other’s bodies. Their moans and gasps joined the chorus originating from Hannah and Dale who found it difficult not to watch this new development.

Mother and son kissed like high school sweethearts, fueled by a burning passion erupting from each other. Scottie nibbled on her ear, hearing her gasp and tremble as she raked her nails into the muscles on his back. She bit his lower lip as he grabbed her breast, tweaking a nipple between two fingers.

In a desperate move, she grabbed his boxers and pushed them down, his hard cock swinging free. Scottie groaned as Angela grabbed it, feeling the weight of her son’s engorged member for the first time.

“Oh, Scottie…”she purred, mesmerized by this rigid tool in her palm. Her panties flooded with her juices at the thought of where this dick, her son’s dick, might reach inside her.

Looking up at her son, she leaned forward and kissed him again, stroking him with her free hand against her belly.

“Oh, Mom,” Scottie groaned into her mouth as his hands found the cheeks of her ass and grabbed on. His hands were large, and her flesh was full. He palmed each fleshy cheek and kneaded the muscles, encouraged by how she moaned and pressed her chest into him.

With a sudden gasp, Angela pulled back and stared into her son’s lustful eyes. Scottie had never seen this look of wanton lust so amplified, so raw and primal, and he hoped it would never be the last.

“Mom,” he said, “I want you so bad.”

Angela shivered and bit her lip. Her hand still slowly stroking her son’s cock. The head now shining with the same sheen as her palm as she lubricated the shaft with his precum. She tightened her grip and pulled, leading her son back to the bed.

“Okay you two, scoot over,” she said to Dale and Hannah.

It was surreal how nonchalant she was, as if it was such a normal thing to ask your husband and daughter to move so a mother could fuck her son. But they did just that.

Giggling and looking at her brother as if to say, “How awesome is this?” Hannah moved her tush over and let out a satisfied groan a moment later as her father slipped back inside.

Angela hopped up next to her daughter. “Bet you’re glad we went for the king-size bed,” she said to Dale.

Dale laughed as he thrust. “Okay… you win… But the queen was on discount.”

“True, but we have so much more room for-“

“Oh my god! Will you two please have this conversation when he’s not inside me!” Hannah cut in.

Angela giggled and laid back while Scottie crawled up her legs. She watched him reach up the side of her thighs, feeling the tingle of his fingers just barely graze her skin. When they found the edge of the fabric, they pulled and Angela pointed her toes up and lifted her ass off the bed to let them slide off her long legs. She was completely naked with both legs in the air pressed together and toes pointed like a ballerina. Slowly, she lowered both and watched her son’s expression as they parted before his eyes, revealing herself to him in the most carnal way imaginable.

Scottie stared at her intimately, transfixed. Her smooth pink lips parted as if waiting for a kiss. They glistened, wet with anticipation and desire. Her vulva puffed ever so slightly with a small, trimmed tuft of pubic hair sitting on top. To think he was born from another version of this very place. How similar was this to reality? Did she look the same? Did she smell, taste, and feel the same? Scottie felt his mouth begin to water as he longed to find out.

He felt his mother’s fingers run through his hair as he stared at her sex. Looking up from between her parted thighs, their eyes met. He could see her looking at him with love, lust, and desperation. To hell with foreplay.

Angela’s heartbeat impatiently as he rose up from between her legs, arms held out on each side of her torso allowing him support his own weight, hovering above her. They both felt his erection slide up her inner thigh, rubbing against her sopping-wet vulva. The ridge of the crown sawing back and forth from clit to her pubic hair. Angela shuddered with pleasure as she spread her legs wider, feeling her bare thighs rub against her daughter’s beside her.

“Put it in me, Scott,” Angela pleaded. “Fuck Mama with that big dick.”

Always eager to please his Mama, Scottie reached down and rubbed his cockhead between her lips. Oh, how they kissed him, parting like a flower in bloom. They both gasped at the contact, feeling the need to go deeper. Angela flexed her hips up to try and get him inside, but her son pulled back, smiling at the tease.

She lifted again, desperately trying to satiate this agony, but once more he pulled back, then slapped her pussy with his cock.

“Oh my fucking god, Scott! Fuck me now! Please!”

He lined up again, and pushed just the head inside, feeling her hug the crown. Then his eyes landed on Hannah. She was watching him, skin flushed and awash with pleasure. Her eyes were wild and filled with bewilderment as she looked back and forth between Scottie’s face and where his groin connected to their mother’s.

Biting her lip, she mouthed to him. “Do it.”

With a slow but continuous push, Scottie’s hips lowered, sliding his bare cock into the tight wetness of his mother’s pussy.

“Oh, Fuuuuuuuuck!” Angela cried out as her son moaned in pleasure. She locked her legs around him and grabbed onto Hannah’s thigh tight with her hand. Angela’s eyes went wide as she began to shake and shudder as an orgasm ripped through her body.

“Mom, did you just cum?” Hannah asked laughing.

She nodded with tears in her eyes. “You bet I did.”

“But he just put it inside-AH!” their daughter laughed, only to cry out in surprise as her father went deep, hard, in a quick thrust.

“Don’t… mock your mother,” Dale panted. “She cums real easily when she’s super horny.”

“Really Mom?” Scottie asked as he flexed his dick. The sexy sounds she made caused him to grow harder as his dick marinated in her wet pussy.

She locked her legs tighter. “I do, Baby. Fuck! I do but gimme’ a second. I’m a little sensitive right now.”

“No problem, Mom,” he said as he settled inside, fully sheathed to the hilt. He was blown away but how she felt. So warm, tight, and as wet and wild as her daughter, but still different in a way he couldn’t describe. Maybe it was the added taboo. And sure, sex with his sister was forbidden, but this level was so far into the world of immoral that he now understood Oedipus.

Ever so softly, Angela began to raise and lower her hips, barely letting his length move within her. At first, it was so subtle that it was mere centimeters. But even with those modest movements, Angela felt herself flood and come alive again as she could feel each and every unique feature of her son’s cock. The gentle curve to the length. The way the veins swelled and tickled her lips as they passed over each bump and swell. How the head nuzzled against her, inside her, stretching and filling her in a way she never had before.

Little by little, the movements grew. Within moments, she was slowly, unmistakably fucking the whole length.

“Holy shit. I can’t believe we are all actually having sex,” Hannah said as she pinched her nipples.

This triggered a brief but nervous chuckle from the group as each member’s eyes fluttered back and forth to the action on the parental bed. Here lay both mother and daughter, on their backs with their legs spread, moaning as they fucked their familial lover. The sounds of grunts and moans and slapping skin echoed through the room and house.

Maybe it was just their angle, but with each thrust, Angela and Hannah gradually began to inch closer and closer. Angela’s hand returned to Hannah’s thigh, gripping the soft flesh tightly as Hannah did the same for her mother. Their whole sides then touched. When Hannah turned her head, Angela’s lips found those of her daughter’s as they shared their first kiss in years.

Dale and Scottie’s eyes went wide.

“This is so fucking hot!” Scottie said, feeling his mother clamp down on him as they watched the ladies tongue-wrestle.

For Dale, watching his wife make out with their daughter while her tight cunt squeezed and pulled at him was the final push over the hill.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum! I’m going to fucking cum!” Dale announced.

He pulled out of Hannah just as the first stream erupted from his cock. It flew through the air and landed on Hannah’s neck, causing her to squeal in surprise and delight.

“Dad! Holy shit!” she laughed as she pushed herself up, not wanting to miss this show for the world.

He kept pumping his fist against his cock, still wet from her pussy, as rope after rope splattered across her chest and stomach, then swollen vagina.

“AH! Jeez that was a ton, Dad!” she said as she scooped it up from her pussy. “Mom not putting out or something?”

Angela laughed and slapped her daughter’s thigh.

“You little brat. I put out plenty. He just has a lot.”

Hannah sucked her fingers clean with her eyes on her father.

“Hope you know I’m not done yet, Daddy-o,” she said as she eyed his wilted member. “But let me get cleaned up first. Momma?”

Angela nodded and pushed Scottie back. Hannah repositioned herself on the bed as her mother crawled on all fours over her daughter’s body. As Angela’s tongue scooped up a dollop of cum from Hannah’s breast, she wiggled her own upturned ass to her son knowing very well what he was watching. Scottie got the message.

He stepped behind his mother and slid his dick between her cheeks, feeling the pillowy swell before dipping the head down, squeezing into her wet folds. Within no time, they were fucking doggy-style. Hannah groaned and held her mother’s head to her breast as she lapped at her daughter’s teats in a reversal of roles; mother nursing from daughter. And though it was at first intended to lap up her father’s cum, when that task was resolved, Angela didn’t stop. She continued to lick and nibble on her daughter’s exposed flesh, devouring every soft and sinful inch as her palate was awash with the taste of sweat and cum. Each giggle, moan, and whimper only fueled their mother as Hannah held her own breast to her mother’s lips, while her other hand was a blur, rapidly fingering herself. Her eyes then settled on her father as she licked her lips.

As if reading his daughter’s mind, or just feeling left out, Dale approached Hannah and dipped his dick toward her mouth. She immediately opened and inhaled his cock, relishing the mixed flavors of their juices. When his tool returned to its full hardness, she didn’t stop but continued to lick and kiss and suck, much like her mother was doing to her chest.

Dale watched the scene before him. His daughter giving him a blowjob reminded him of how Angela used to do it when they were in college. While this pleasure was overtaking him, his own wife squeezed and licked Hannah’s impressive chest, pinching, sucking, and licking the nipples. Behind her, Scottie gripped his mother’s hips and thrust over and over. What was even hotter was how when Scottie slowed, Angela picked up the pace, pushing her own ass back over and over, fucking herself on her son’s dick. Scottie’s grin reminded Dale of the view he must be enjoying as he watched her perfect heart-shaped ass bounce against him.

In a strange way, it filled Dale with pride that his son brought his wife this much pleasure.

“Hey, Slugger,” Dale said. “She loves it if you hold your thumb against her ass.”

“Thanks?” he said, and though he was momentarily taken aback, curiosity won out as Scottie slid a hand over her ass cheeks to the cleft between, already slick and wet from the lovemaking. Cautiously, he dipped his thumb down and pressed it against her tiny rosebud.

“Oh you fucker,” Angela shuddered as her body trembled and her tiny hole puckered. Scottie rubbed it around the little circle then threw caution to the wind as he pressed the digit inside.

Angela grunted, then turned back to look at her son over her shoulder. His expression was priceless. It was like he was given a new toy on Christmas.

“Did you just put your thumb in my ass?” she asked incredulously.

Scottie nodded.

Her eyes narrowed as a devilish grin spread across her face. “You dirty boy. AH!” she said as he picked up the pace, pushing inside her over and over.

Scottie looked up at his father and nodded to Hannah.

“She likes to have her nipples pinched.”

Dale nodded, then his expression dropped.

“Wait, how do you-“

“I fucking KNEW it!” Angela cried as Hannah burst out laughing.

“Dad, lay down,” Hannah said as she grabbed his arm and pulled him down to the bed. Once down, she straddled him and grabbed her father’s hands, placing both on her breasts.

“You too, Slugger,” Angela said, throwing on some mocking emphasis to his nickname. “Time for the ladies to ride you, gentlemen.”

Within moments, both Mother and Daughter slid their partners inside as they rode; woman on top.

“Oh fuck, Mom, you feel so fucking good,” Scottie groaned as he reached up and rubbed her breasts.

“Mmmm, so do you.” Angela flexed her hips, rotating them as she sat with him fully inside, their pubic mounds touching as she ground against him. “I can’t get enough of your dick, baby.”

“Ah! Daddy! Oh, yes! Right there. Keep fucking me there,” Hannah said as she sat atop her father, hands and fingers entwined together as he fired his hips up into her like a jackhammer. “Ah, YESSSS!”

“You’re so fucking tight, Hannah! Oh my god!”

The women rode their men, bouncing and rocking. The room filled with vulgarities that would make a stripper blush.

“You fill Mommy’s pussy so good!”

“You like your son’s cock inside you? Don’t you?”

“Yes! I fucking love my son’s hard fucking dick fucking me!”

“Oh Daddy, You like my tight little pussy? Do you?”

“You are so fucking tight, baby girl. Ah! Holy fuck you feel good.”

“Yes, Daddy. Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“Suck my titties, Scottie. Suck Mommy’s titties while I ride your fucking cock.”

“Pinch mine, Daddy. So good, oh my god!”

“Oh, Mom! I’m getting close!”

“Oh, baby. That’s so fucking good! You gonna cum for me? I want your cum so bad.”

“Fuck, Mom!”

“Can you cum inside me? Please, Scottie, I want your cum so bad. Cum in Mommy’s pussy, baby. I want to feel you cum deep inside my pussy.”

“Oh shit, Daddy! I’m gonna’ cum too! I’m gonna’ cum on your cock, Daddy!”

“Mom!”

“Daddy!”

“I’m cumming!”

Like a gunshot, it was an eruption of pleasure cascading through the family. Scottie flexed his hips as he came inside Angela, her womb filling with his searing seed. She immediately cried out and convulsed with a mind-shattering orgasm, falling down onto her lover as their lips locked and let the waves of passion overtake them. Hannah cried out, her vision going white as her pussy clamped down on her father, milking his cock as he came deep inside her.

They lay like that for several minutes, a naked pile of sweaty limbs and sexes, gradually catching their breath as the world seemed to settle back around them.

Angela pulled back and looked at her son with a gentle sparkle in her eyes. She leaned down and kissed his lips then rubbed her nose against his like they used to do when he was five.

Dale gently rubbed Hannah’s back as she lay against his chest, having found comfort in her father’s embrace.

The minutes dragged on, but no one budged as they enjoyed the bliss.

Finally, Dale spoke.

“I guess now is a bad time to mention we sold the Westbrooke house.”

The family chuckled, then laughed. Angela slapped Dale’s shoulder and turned her attention to their kids.

“Alright you two, that’s your cue to move on…” Angela said rolling off her son. His deflated cock slid out of her with ease.

Scottie opened his mouth to speak but was cut off.

“We can talk about… all this, tomorrow,” Angela said. “But this is our bed so unless you pay the mortgage, out.”

Hannah lifted her head and kissed her father, saying thank you and slipping out of bed. Scottie stood, finding it somehow awkward to be naked in his parents’ room after what they just did.

He reached for the clothes piled on the ground.

“Just leave it,” Angela said as she scooted up close to her husband. “I’ll do laundry tomorrow.”

Scottie nodded and turned as Dale whispered something to Angela.

“Oh, Scottie,” he heard his mom say. “Come here real quick.”

He walked back to the bed and stood beside his mother’s side. She lifted herself up and turned to him, or more accurately, his loins. In a fluid motion, she sucked his penis back into her mouth and bobbed her head. Scottie laughed and groaned as he felt his mother’s tongue swirl around the crown of his cock. The feeling, the sensations where incredible, and life quickly returned to his member.

Just as he reached full mast, she backed off.

“There we go,” she said as she wiped her chin. “You were leaking, and you know how I hate a mess.” She suddenly licked her lips. “Mmmm, we taste good.”

He stood there, cock hard and ready to go as Angela leaned back to Dale, snuggling up beside him.

“Ummm,” Scottie said.

Angela raised an eyebrow.

“Go give that to your sister,” she said with a wink, then turned to kiss her husband.

Naked and horny, Scottie left the room. Just before he left their threshold, he could barely catch Angela whispering to Dale.

“I told you so…”

After what they had just experienced, the living room felt lonely as Scottie entered. Hannah had rushed off to the bathroom leaving him to stand naked and alone. The room was quiet, but not nearly as cold as would be expected at this hour. Then again, his raging hard-on and heated blood that pumped through him might have something to do with it.

“Jeez, was that not enough for you?” Hannah said as she entered the room as naked as she left their parents. She had a tall glass of water, still half full.

“What?”

She pointed to his hard cock.

“Figured that would be down for at least a week after the pounding you gave Mom’s box up there.”

“Yeah, well…” he didn’t tell her what his mom had said when they left. It didn’t matter anyway. Pretty soon they would be back in their world.

“Did you get our clothes?” Hannah asked.

Scottie shook his head.

“Mom said she’d get them.”

“No worries, we can always surf to another channel and get new ones. Better hope OUR Mom and Dad aren’t back yet, or they will find us streaking through the house naked.”

Scottie agreed.

“Hey where did you toss the remote?” he asked.

Hannah pointed to the couch as she downed the rest of her water.

“I tossed it over there I think. Right after it tried to go up my butt…”

Scottie picked up the remote and flipped it over as Hannah continued.

“… Speaking of up the butt, did you really put your thumb in Porno-Mom’s Ass?” she said, laughing. “Holy shit. I bet you could put your dick in there too if you really pushed it.”

Scottie kept staring at the remote.

“Hey, Scottie. Everything okay there?” she asked as she set the glass down.

Scottie turned to her.

“Where… Where did you send us again?”

“Porno-Land. Remember?”

Scottie nodded.

“Uh-huh. I do.”

“Why? Is it broken?”

“… I don’t think so…”

“Then what’s wrong? You’re kinda weirding me out here.”

Scottie looked up at her and handed her the remote.

“I remember you selecting ADULT, and then taking us here. But now, it says we are back home. As in we are in OUR reality.”

“… No… that can’t be right.”

“I don’t get it either didn’t work the first time, or somehow, we came back,” Scottie said as he handed her the controller. The LCD read STANDARD.

“Scottie that’s not… oh fuck…” the blood drained from her face.

“What?” Scottie said, more than asked.

“The remote. I sat on the remote, remember? When you were going down on me after we got back, I sat on the remote and it must have sent us back.”

“Hannah! You butt-dialed us back home!”

“I didn’t mean to! You were the one who got so aggressive and I was… kinda into it.”

“Oh fuck!”

“What?”

Scottie looked at her.

“Hannah,” he whispered. “If we were already back, then we just had sex with our real parents… in our real reality…”

Hannah’s expression dropped.

“Oh fuck,” she said.

They just stood there, naked, staring at each other as the weight of the realization settled into them. Everything that had just transpired, every dirty little thing they had done with their immediate family was real.

Scottie tried to breathe but couldn’t. He tried again but failed. His pulse rapidly started to increase as his legs began to go weak. Thankfully, Hannah was right there and grabbed him, wrapping her arms around his body and holding him as he began to hyperventilate.

“It’s okay… It’s okay,” she said as she held her brother and felt his heartbeat through his body.

“I… need to sit down.”

“Sure,” she said, easing him into the couch, then sat beside him, one leg tucked under the other to face her brother. She kept a hand on his chest, not saying a word but just letting him know she was there.

Slowly, his breathing slowed. He turned his eyes to hers.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hey… Sorry ’bout that. Didn’t mean to freak out.”

“Scottie… I just fucked Dad. You just fucked Mom. Like, for real. I think freaking out is absolutely understandable.”

Scottie nodded.

“Then why are you so composed?”

She took a deep breath, “… because I think it’s going to be fine.”

“How can you say that?”

“Well, for one, Mom and Dad seem like they were kinda into it,” she said. “Not to mention, you and I have been fucking for months, and we are better than fine. Hell, I think we are a shining example of a brother and sister.”

Scottie laughed.

“I think some might argue that one.”

“Well, who cares about them,” she said. “Scottie, I don’t know what the future holds for us, or this family, but, I am an adult and I choose who I have sex with. If I didn’t want to have some sort of relationship with my father, I wouldn’t have tried to seduce Porno-Dad, or real Dad as it turns out.”

She leaned in close to him.

“The same thing goes for you, Dad, and Mom.”

Scottie looked at her as she smiled at him. They had come so far since she was yelling at him over some boxes.

“You know from where I was sitting, well laying, it looked like you were having a great time up there,” Hannah laughed.

“It was pretty wild, wasn’t it.”

Hannah nudged him. “Fuck yeah it was. And holy shit! Mom’s got a killer body.”

“I noticed,” he laughed, as his cock twitched to the memory of his mother bouncing atop his lap. He could still smell her on his skin.

“Did Dad live up to your fantasies?” he asked.

Hannah felt her nipples harden and press into her brother’s arm.

“Mmm-hmmmm,” she moaned.

Scottie looked at his sister, feeling the tension in the room beginning to rise again. He grabbed her arm and pulled her up, leading her to straddle his lap. Hannah willingly followed, swinging her leg up and over him. She waited as he held his cock upward, then settled down on his length, moaning in pleasure as it stretched her vaginal walls once again.

“You know,” she said between pants, “We should probably tell them about the black box. I’m sure family movie night will take a whole new turn.”

“You’d like that?” Scottie asked as he lifted her ass up and down in his lap, helping her to ride him.

Hannah nodded as she bit her lip.

“I have a few other fantasies I’d like to play out. And I think our familial foursome has some wild adventures ahead.”

Scottie only grew harder as Hannah picked up her tempo. Their panting increased, basking in the pure pleasure from their joined loins. And as their moans drifted upstairs, they were joined by those of their parents, coupled again and writhing in their own marital bliss. It was here when husband was with wife and their children mated on the couch downstairs that the first signs of dawn started to show in the night’s sky.

As they all lay, spent, exhausted and wondering what was next, one-by-one, the Millers were overcome by sleep. The last to succumb was Scottie who lay downstairs on the couch with Hannah’s naked form stretched across his own like a weighted blanket.

He smiled.

This was going to be a good day.

***

Thank you for taking the time to read this story, and to Todger65 and JessGabriel for their incredible help and feedback.