"So hey - I had a thought."

Robin blinked at his daughter's voice before he turned to her. She looked bored again - head in her palms as she eyed the map. It almost was like she wasn't using her foot to tease her father under the table.

Almost.

"This should be good," her father grunted as he set his quill down. HE hadn't actually written anything down on his pad in some time now - just dots, slashes, and the occasional illegible scribble.

His daughter looked up at him once she had his attention. She bit her lip as she wondered how best to word her next statement. The amount of time it took, broken only by her stocking-clad foot stroking over his crotch, left her father in agony. "...You ever considered inviting someone to bed with us?"

Robin blinked again at her bold, brazen, and downright casual question. It wasn't the first time she'd asked, usually as they laid in the shambles of whatever bed, couch, or other furniture they'd just rutted upon, but he had the same answer every single time. And today would be no different. "Morgan - what did we say about all this?"

"No one else can know I get it," she huffed as quietly as she could manage. His firm insistence to keep their incestuous relationship a secret had shot down many an attempt to court some fetching ladies for her father. Her own flight mentor being one of them in fact. Still, Morgan wasn't so easily deterred then, and even less so now as the risque nature of their surroundings had spurred her back to action. "Buuuuut, what about, well us?"

"Or rather - you?" she nudged back to the desk.

Robin turned, already knowing what he'd find. Sure enough, it was his lady counterpart, hovering over her son's shoulder as they whispered and pointed at various points of their map. He didn't miss the way her sleeveless top left her sizable bosom on display or the supple curves around her hips. "Morgan…"

His daughter shook her head, already on the warpath. "Oh come on - do you think I missed the way she was flirting with you outside? Or the way you look at her body?" she teased.

"Especially in that skirt - she's got the legs to hold up that killer body, no question there," Morgan chuckled with a rather lascivious lick of her lips.

Robin grumbled, between his daughter's antics beneath the table over his cock and the implications of her lewd words and gestures. "Morgan, I'd ask you not to speak so crassly of...well, me," he hissed.

Morgan wilted but didn't let up at all. "Just trust me on this, please. She's into you, dad - not as much as me, but I can tell that much," his daughter insisted.

Robin bit back a groan as her stocking finally started toying with his covered crown...

"So honey- tell me about Lady Ishtar."

Morgan blinked at his mother's simple question. "M-Mom?"

Robin shrugged as she kept up the twofold act - aimlessly pointing at the map as her other hand casually stroked the obvious tent in her son's trousers. ""I'm just curious. I know she's brilliant in battle of course, but she's also quite a lovely lady," his mother mused before turning to him with a knowing smirk.

"Maybe the kind you'd bring home to mommy?"

"Mother, that's...Y-You know you're the only one for me," Morgan shook his head. He wasn't even focused on his mom's bosom, instead opting to gaze into her wide eyes. The tactician blushed at her son's blunt honesty and turned away with an uncharacteristically bashful twitch.

"Oh honey…" she moaned - either from embarrassment, exasperation, or erotic glee was hard to determine. Ultimately, her duties as a caring mother had won out over her cravings as a woman, and she pressed her own attack on. "I told you you can go with anyone you want here -I'm not blind to all the pretty girls around us after all."

Morgan winced, not just at her words, but also as his mother reached down and casually opened his trousers. Rather. She pushed her hand into his pants and grabbed his cock. 'Just like I left it this morning,' she quietly licked her lips as she kept up her 'motherly' routine. "I just want you to tell me if anyone else has gotten her hands on my little baby boy."

Her son grunted as she struggled to wrap around his rather thick shaft. "...Well, not so little," she admitted with a giggle.

Robin glanced over to the duo at the table before she looked down at the gap in Morgan's pants. She could just make out the peek of pink if her own child's cock as his mother lovingly stroked and fondled it. Visions of the night before as her face slurped down and the shaft stuffed her throat made her lightheaded. She resisted the urge to simply smash her lips down on his crotch as she kept teasing her son with more explicit, racy musings.

"So come on - why don't you tell me who else has gotten to take my precious son. Who else got their backs pounded into the sheets as you pumped your nice hot cum in their tight little pussy?" she cooed. Morgan's eyes squeezed shut as he bit back groan after groan. His mother's soft hand rubbed his cock and stirred him closer and closer to a frenzy as he honestly considered the types of women that had indeed struck his fancy.

It was quite a list, with a large number of faces and names. Ladies of royal birth and humble lodging. Fellow tacticians, mercenaries, legends, and beyond. All of them lovely in their own way, be it by body or soul. All of them stirred feelings in him that rivaled those he felt for his own mother. Feelings that were threatening to burst here, in this very office

The quill bent in Morgan's fist.

"Well, honey?" Robin cooed in his ear...

"Go on dad - just get up and take her. Rip her skirt off and bend her over the table," Morgan teased her father.

Robin growled under his breath as his lustful daughter's words resonated with him, amplified by her foot as it stroked and stoked his loins. But even the physical attack was a mere slight compared to the resonating, powerful urges her musings had wrought. If they were the mere fantasies of Morgan's whimsy, then he could've dismissed them easily enough. The issue was that they weren't. And he knew it.

So did she.

Morgan leaned in, not even bothering to hide her lascivious, devious grin as she went for the critical killing stroke. She knew his head was firmly on the idea of fucking Robin - his own counterpart divided by timelines and alternate branches. The idea of her father plowing her 'mother' stirred such insane whims within her that she almost wanted it to happen.

Perhaps after he fucked her first.

Robin felt his daughter's hand on his as she leaned over the table. His eyes darted between her ripe lips and sparkling eyes as she purred, "Or you could just do me instead~"

Wham!

Morgan and Robin yelped at the sudden loud noise and pulled away. The mother and father's heads turned to the source of the disturbance to see...Morgan and Robin, with the mother's back on the desk as her son slammed his tongue down her open mouth. His hands clutched her wrists as he vigorously tongue-fucked his own mother, right in view of a shocked, yet equally incestuous father and daughter.

"Mmm, O-Oooh Godsh Mooooooor~"

Robin heard his counterparts moans, gargled and muffled as she sucked her son's lip. He watched her thighs rub against her Morgan's sides until her skirt hiked up enough to reveal the striking lack of panties. 'This explains so much,' he mused.

"...I uh, didn't expect that," Morgan admitted. His daughter was shockingly numb, almost in awe as she watched how vigorous the gentle boy was being. She always had her fun with poking and prodding him, but she never even considered that there was a real, honest-to-gods spine hidden in the male Morgan's cloak.

"Really? I thought it'd be obvious," Robin chuckled mirthlessly.

His daughter turned to her father, still stunned and unable to see the looming danger before her. "H-How could you-?"

Morgan's words cut off as Robin grabbed her by her coat's shoulders. When he spoke, it lacked his usual calm, cordial civility. It was deep, and almost feral as he brazenly declared, "Because I have those same yearnings of course~"

"D-Da-aaaaaomph?!"

Morgan's eyes flew open as she was dragged over the top of the table and right into her father's lips. The weight of her impact made the chair beneath them rock on its hind legs, but it stabilized before her knees cleared the lip of the table and split around her father's knees. She reached back and grabbed the far wall for support as her Robin slammed his tongue down her throat.

"O-Ooooh, FDaaaaahdddii~"

Morgan arched her chest into her father's as she started returning his kiss. She felt his hand reach around to grope and squeeze her rump through her flier's skirt, while his other reached up to massage the small of her back. His daughter put up more resistance as she pushed his tongue out of her mouth and began to clash against him between their gaping lips. Father and daughter's eyes lidded over as the distant smacks and moans of the other incestuous duo melted away from their world.

"Pwah~"

Robin's head tilted back as she gulped down deep, needy breaths of air. Her son's vigorous kissing had left the older tactician feeling quite a bit lightheaded and almost giddy. She pulled her hands up out of his now-limp grasp and wrapped them around her lover-son's shoulders. She gazed into his wide eyes as Morgan wheezed through the adrenaline of what he'd just done. "M-Mother, that was-"

"O-Ooooh, Daaaaahdddii~"

Wha?!"

Robin's head tilted back over the desk to see what had her son so gobsmacked. She blinked as the upside-down sight of her male counterpart and his daughter dry humping at the far table filled her vision. "...Well, at least we know they won't hold it against us," she chuckled.

Morgan didn't respond at first, too stunned as he watched the other duo. He only broke his concentration once his mother nudged him back down and laid a soft kiss on his cheek. "Don't get distracted - mommy needs her son's fat, throbbing love in her now," she mewled.

He shuddered at her words, especially punctuated by a coy lip bite at the end. His cock shifted out of his open drawers and landed against her thigh with a wet, meaty slap. He felt her finger curl up and start playing in his hair as she gave him more of her shockingly effective 'come hither' eyes. "M-Mother, shouldn't we...I mean, they deserve to kn-"

Robin cut her son off as she pulled him back down and kissed his other cheek. Her mouth hovered near his ear as she let out a deep, husky breath before letting him scramble back. "Honey - you just threw your mother down on the desk and fucked my throat with your tongue - I don't think we can pass that one off anymore."

Morgan glanced up, but her hand on his head pushed him back down to his lustful mom. "Don't look over there, Morgan - we can cross that bridge later, once we're all sated and ready to talk. For now though, you've got a new mission - to fuck your mother's brains out," she growled.

He didn't say anything - he couldn't say anything. His response came not by words, but by action. Robin's lips curled into a lascivious grin as she felt her son's cock as it pulsed against her leg. She let go of his head and shoulders before dropping her hands.

She had her answer.

"That's the spirit. Now then-"

Morgan backed away slightly to give his mother some room. She reached for the hem of her top and pulled it straight up and over her breasts. Her simple bra strained against her chest before she reached back and yanked the hooks free. Robin pushed her bust out to send the now-loose garment off and expose her full bosom and pebbly nipples. Her thighs wrapped around his hips as she pulled her son back on top of her.

"-Let's put on a show~" his mother cooed.

The two couples resumed their antics, now keenly aware of the other's secrets. They hadn't addressed each other with words but instead decided to make themselves known by way of deeds. The louder the moans, the deeper the grunts. Anything to get a rise out of their partners... and each other.

Robin pulled his daughter away as the two gasped for much-needed breath. Morgan's eyes shifted and blinked to re-orient herself just in time for her father to grab her hips and pull her up onto the table. His hands reached into her skirt and pawed at her panties until he'd brushed them aside. She blushed at his fast, rough treatment as her excitement leaked out onto the table. "D-Daddy," she cooed.

Her father couldn't resist his urges any longer, and quickly grabbed his daughter's thighs to keep them propped open. His head ducked beneath her skirt as his wet, cold tongue slapped against her puffy lips. Morgan arched back as her father's hot breath sent shivers up her spine. "O-Oooh fuck!" she hissed out.

Robin tsked at his little girl's crass tongue but didn't hold it against her. Instead, he merely started kissing and licking her labia as more of her juices leaked out. He tasted her succulent juices as his nose prodded his daughter's trimmed muff. Her nails dug into the table behind her as she carelessly knocked papers, pieces, and other clutter aside as she bucked her hips into her father's face.

He pushed into her folds and latched his lips atop Morgan's pussy in a sensuous kiss. Morgan's mouth flew open in a shockingly silent scream as her body thrashed around Robin's tongue. Her senses flared up as she rode out the cusp of a minor, yet impactful orgasm, rought by not but her father's deft tongue.

Now satisfied, he pulled away with her juices on his chin. Robin reached for his trousers and struggled to free his hard cock until it was pointed up in the air. He took his daughter off the desk and pulled her back into his lap, right over his girth. "Ready, Morgan?" he asked.

She blinked away the stars and vigorously nodded. Robin smirked as he pushed his daughter's body down on his crotch and split her pussy in twain. Her tight folds made him growl as he fought the urge to erupt on the spot. His pride as her father and lover was even more on the line than usual, what with their mother and son counterparts rutting in his own office, after all.

Lucky for him, Morgan was already a puddle after his brief, but impactful cunnilingus. He seized her hips and pumped his dear little girl up and down his shaft. Her tight folds dragged against him as she leaked her juices until his cock shined. "Oooooh, Daddy~"

Robin let her mumble a bit more before he reared forward and captured her lips in another round of oral fencing. She winced as her weary lips battered his, but capitulated to her father's whims. Her arms flopped around his shoulders as she pushed herself further into his chest. Their hips rolled and bucked, utterly separate from the duo's antics above.

"Oooooh, baby - that's it, Morgan~"

Robin arched her back off the desk as her son's cock pushed into her loins. Her bare breasts rubbed against his coat as she writhed and rolled her hips against him. She reached up and grabbed his head as the duo started to buck back and forth. Their pace quickened until the familiar sounds of skin slapping against skin filled their ears.

Morgan gasped at how much tighter his mother was, even more so than usual in fact. It was like the very first time all over again, when he'd crumpled less than a dozen strokes in her once-virgin pussy. "M-Mom, it feels-"

"I kno-ooo-ow Morgan - it's intense!" she panted back. Her tongue flopped out of her mouth as spit poured down her chin. She looked less and less composed with every thrust until it was hard to determine if it was, in fact, his mother beneath him, or just a whore that looked quite similar to her. The delusion played well to the young man and his overactive imagination as he started ramming his dick into her tight, gushing twat.

Morgan's thrusts started pushing his mother further and further up the table until there was a risk of losing her. Her legs reared up and latched around his back to keep herself anchored to her dear son. With that concern mitigated, the incestuous tacticians were free to croon and writhe against one another until his mom was little more than a babbling mess. "Oh baby, yes, yes, yeeeesh-umph~!"

Robin's screams were cut off as her son captured her lips in another searing kiss. His mentor and mother melted beneath him as her tongue lazily coiled and clashed with his. Despite her lust-soaked stupor, she was clearly just lucid enough to match his oral fencing blow for blow. Either that or she simply was that good that even her addled baggage was barely enough to put them on even grounds.

"Aah! Aaah! Aaah, ooooh Daaaaaa~"

Morgan's slurred moans spurred her father on as she bounced on his lap. Robin had given up on kissing his daughter after she'd gone limp in his mouth in favor of giving the poor girl room to breathe as he fucked her. His hands stayed on her hips as he pushed and pulled her along his cock. Her thighs scraped against his as he played with his daughter's body while she was stuck in a perpetual state of numb bliss.

Hardly the first time.

Sweat poured off their bodies and seeped into their clothes. Neither Robin nor Morgan was too keen on stripping down before sex, especially since they tended to favor fleeting flings between the doldrums of day. Full nudity was reserved for the carefully calculated times that they could secure a whole night or more all to themselves. It meant that in most cases the mere sight of his precious daughter writhing against him was enough to keep her father aroused and focused.

Still, there was only so much and so long that Robin could take before he started to seek more- crave more. Morgan's body was like a drug to him, and he never could resist the urge to ravish her fully. Not just in her holes, but anywhere else over her tantalizing skin. Such as her breasts as they bounced and strained in her still-intact top.

He made up his mind and slammed his daughter down before he let go of her hips. Morgan finally had time to blink away her addled state before she mumbled out, "D-Daaaad, why did you sto-"

Riiip!

She blinked at the sound, followed by a shiver as a sudden chill went through her body. Robin let her jacket hang loose around her body as he pushed her top up and over her breasts to expose his daughter's bare breasts. "No bra, today, Morgan?"

His daughter looked away, blushing as she mumbled about forgetting to do laundry. Robin shook his head but paid it no further heed as he bucked his daughter on his cock again. Morgan yelped at the sudden jolt. "Eep! O-Oooooh, daddy~"

Her shock melted as she felt her dear father's lips spread over her teat. His other hand reached up and groped her neglected breast as he wrapped his remaining arm around her back and rocked her up and down. Morgan took the burden off her father as she found her footing on the ground and started pushing squatting atop his cock. Her hands draped over his shoulders and gripped the back of the chair for added support.

"Oh daddy, suck my boobies," Morgan panted. She pushed her chest further into Robin's mouth as he suckled her nipple. His fingers dug into her other tit as he kneaded and rolled it in his palm. He could always appreciate her large, full breasts, especially when they flopped and crashed as she bounced atop him. 'Whoever your mother really is Morgan, you must've gotten the lucky draw indeed,' he mused to himself.

Father and daughter reveled together over the moans and grunts of the other couple in the room. Morgan panted and cooed at her father's expert ministrations of her chest as she pushed herself up and down. The echoing clap of their crotches thundered in their ears as they reached higher and higher to euphoria together.

Robin bit down on her teat, purely on a whim. Yet that fleeting decision had a monumental impact on his daughter as she slammed her crotch down on his cock and struck a particularly erogenous spot near the entrance of her womb. That, coupled with her heightened arousal and the stimulation from her other breast shot the flier far, far beyond where any winged beast could fly. "DADDDDYYYYYYY!"

"Hrk!"

He pulled off her tit and she clamped down on his cock. He desperately tried to resist the urge to erupt in his daughter while his hips bucked in and out of her body. Yet the greedy grip of her velvet walls won out in the end, and he slammed deep in her twat as e grunted out, "F-Fuck, Morgan!"

Robin let go of Morgan's chest in favor of caressing her back as she thrashed and wheezed in his arms. His hips twitched as rope after sticky rope of cum shot into his daughter's womb. They shared deep, needy wheezes for air together as sweaty skin caressed sweaty skin.

Meanwhile, the mother and son duo were still rutting away as the other couple basked in a post-orgasmic glow. Morgan's cock kept pumping against his mother's needy hips as licked and suckled her collarbone. She tilted her head back and groaned from the experiences ravaging her body. The silence soon registered with the two of them as Morgan pulled back and asked, "T-They already stopped?"

Robin cracked her eyes open and peered at the upside-down duet. Her hands reached up to fondle her chest for extra stimulation as she kept rolling her hips against her son's dick. "Hah...Hah...Yeah, s-seems so," she mused.

His mother glanced back at him with a coy grin on her flushed, sweaty face. "Guess they're not as fit as we are, huh Morgan?" she japed.

Morgan shook his head, willing to vouch for their parallel selves. "They were...going pretty hard, mo-oooooh~"

His words devolved into a long groan as Robin flexed her thighs against his back. She shook her head and explained his folly to her loving, yet naive son."Don't pay attention to that - your focus is on me, sweetie~"

I'm sorry, mother," he apologized for his distraction. He looked back at her - his mother, his lover, and was simply struck by awe at her ravishing beauty. He would proudly declare every part of her to be perfect- without a single flaw to her body or mind. She wanted for nothing, and he gave her everything. Just the look of love and warmth in her sparkling eyes was enough to set his heart aloft and his loins throbbing.

"It's alright, Morgan," she smiled. His mother let go of her tits in favor of reaching up to grab her son's sides for support. Her calm, serene lips curled down into a lascivious sneer as lust overtook her once-shining eyes. "Now why don't you stop cuddling and start fucking me?" she growled.

Her sultry command resonated in his ears and rattled his body right down to his erect cock. Morgan shuddered before he grabbed her shoulders, pushed back until only the tip remained in her velvet lips, and rammed into her. Hard.

"OOH!" Robin squealed. Her son was already pulling back before he shot forward again. And again. And again. Faster and faster he kept going between strokes as animalistic grunts escaped his usually demure lips.

"Y-yes Morgan, yessss!" His mother cooed in approval as she tried to thrust back to meet him. But her attempts were fruitless as Morgan's hips easily overpowered her pelvic strokes. She would've gone flying off the desk if not for his iron-clad grip on her shoulders. Her legs struggled to stay locked around his back as he easily pushed in and out of her grasp. "Right there, Rrrright the-heh-HEEEEEERE!"

Morgan slammed in and erupted as his mother's body shut down in orgasmic overload. His cum shot forward and impacted her womb, filling it up until her own grandchildren were sloshing around. A slurry of their sexual sin leaked out from her plugged pussy and onto the desk, though thankfully it missed anything too vital. For now.

Robin perked up at his counterpart's screams and glanced over to see the incestuous mother and son in the midst of their own climaxes. His daughter stirred in his arms and glanced over herself. Morgan's eyes strained through the stars obstructing her vision and blinked as she saw first hand how their parallel selves writhed together in sexual bliss. "...Huh."

Her father looked back at her shockingly subdued reaction. "Really, that's all you've got to say?" he deadpanned.

Morgan shook her head. "Nah, just that she didn't even grip the edges of the desk. So he can't be fucking her that hard, huh?" she teased

Robin sighed and tweaked his daughter's nipple. "Ngh!" she winced.

"Be nice," he told her with the same tone he'd use to tell her not to set the neighbor's plants on fire. Again.

His daughter grimaced from the sharp jolt before she tried again. "I'm just saying. Anyway, you're still good to go?"

He didn't respond with a grunt or even a nod. Instead, he just pushed his hips up so she could feel his-still hard cock as it jostled her cum-stuffed pussy. Morgan cooed in delight before she shook her head clear.

"O-Okay, noted," she laughed before pulling herself off his lap. Robin watched as her skirt fell over her thighs, though he could still see the slurry of sin that poured down her legs. His daughter unceremoniously removed her uniform and tossed it over the table and across her chair before she turned around and presented her nice big ass to her daddy. Robin's cock stiffened at the pleasing sight as he mulled how best to handle her rump.

Morgan made the choice for him - by sitting back down.

"Oooh, gods Morgan," he groaned as her tight, messy pussy stretched over his dick with a wet slurp. Morgan bit her lips as she felt that oh-so-wonderful fullness that she craved, caused by none other than the man who'd conceived her no less. She let her hips roll and buck until her ass landed on his lap. Morgan reached back and grabbed his hands before guiding her father to cup her breast again.

"Daddy, that feels so good~" she mewled. He responded by squeezing her chest and eliciting another sweet coo from his baby girl. Slowly, almost agonizingly slowly, she started to grind her way up his shaft before letting gravity drop her again. "Ooooh, Daddy, keep going," she pleaded with a tantalizing lip bite.

"Mmmm," Robin stirred on the desk. She realized pretty quickly that Morgan wasn't atop her anymore, especially not with her legs dangling down near the floor instead. The mother blindly reached back for the edge of the desk and used her grip to prop herself up. Or at least to attempt to do so. The most she managed was to raise up on her shoulders.

She turned up to her son just in time to see him throw his shirt off and toss it aside. A quick glance over confirmed that the rest of his attire was there, along with his coat. That left her son in only his socks as he stood before his mother with a still-hard cock. "Too hot for you?" she quipped.

"Just thought it'd be good to reduce the drag," he cryptically explained. Robin perched a brow up at his words as she tried to process an intent behind them, but her brain was still too addled from the sex to figure it out. The heavy musk hanging in the air wasn't helping her either. She couldn't really do anything as he stepped towards her with the clear intent to mate with his mother again.

She didn't oppose this.

Morgan grabbed her legs, much to her confusion, and hoisted them up. His grip shifted to her knees, then her calves until he finally had both her legs up above her. Her son clutched her ankles as he pulled her legs apart and aimed his cock for her sloppy, sex-coated pussy. Robin bit back a groan as the anticipation threatened to overwhelm her. "Gods, hurry up Morgan - just stick it in me sweett-ttttttteeeea?!"

He did exactly as she asked - he stuck it in her snatch. But he didn't just stay standing either. No - he leaned forward until his body hovered over hers. His descent also bright her legs down and over her head until her toes tapped the desk top. "FUCK!"

Robin was shockingly limber, but not this limber. She tried to kick her legs back up, but Morgan's body quickly pinned them down as he shifted up onto the desk alongside his mother. Her eyes watered from the slight pain as she darted up to Morgan's passive, smiling face. "Don't worry mom -this won't hurt, I promise," he told her.

"...For long at least," he shrugged.

"D-Did you just do that to me-eeeEEEEEEE?!"

Morgan slammed down into his mother before his hips pulled back again. He gripped her ankles while the rest of his body kept her pinned on the desk below them. She couldn't even so much as flex her arms with her big thighs compressed over her. The most she could do was curl her toes and fingers as her son plowed his mother in a very clear intent to breed her.

A pity it wouldn't work in Askr, but that wouldn't stop him at all.

"Ooooh, Honey! F-Faster, Fasterrrr!"

Robin's ears twitched as he kept fucking his daughter. He didn't glance back at the others but he could very well guess what they were doing just by the groans coming from his desk. 'Hopefully, they weigh about the same as Morgan and I - we almost broke that desk the last time we pressed on top of it,' he quietly winced.

Still, he could hear the wheezes and gasps from his counterpart as she was plowed by her son. Robin wasn't one to be taken by jealousy, but he did feel a compulsion to at least try and match the euphoria behind him with a little of his own. His daughter was more than happy to just grind and buck against her father's lap as elated coos poured from her lips. Perhaps that would be enough for him...under normal circumstances.

"Oooh, honey - d-eee-eper, H-HAAAARDER!"

These were hardly normal circumstances.

"Oh gods, dad - it feels so go-ouh?"

Morgan blinked as her father's grip on her chest tightened. Robin squeezed her tits as he pushed up on his feet. The weight on his front almost made him stumble, but Robin was nothing if not calculated in his execution. He managed to stay up as he clutched his daughter's tits and held her up until her toes were dangled above the floor. "D-Daaaaad?" she whimpered.

He didn't bother to explain, only to push forward until she grabbed the edge of the table before it smashed into her bare stomach. Morgan winced as she finally slid down his cock until her feet hit the floor again. She turned back to face him with eyes clouded by ire...and need. "Y-You could've just a-aaahahahaasked?!" she yelped.

Her father shrugged and let go of her tits in favor of her hips. No sooner had his hands clutched her shapely sides than his pace picked up rapidly and swiftly. His daughter grit her teeth as her tight twat was pounded loud enough to echo in her ears. She felt his copious nuts smack her thighs as her father pushed her down until her tits scraped over the table top.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Morgan tried to grab the edges to prop herself back, but Robin still had other plans. He let go of her hips and seized her wrists before pulling straight back. His daughter arched up as the combination of his cock and the table kept her pinned in place. She slid forward with every thrust until her toes dangled off the floor again. The rough treatment by her own father didn't scare her. On the contrary - she was rather into it.

"D-Daaaad~"

The ladies mewled and howled as their respective men plowed them into whatever furniture they were trapped against. Son fucked his mother with a fury usually unseen by the gentle lad, while father treated his daughter with an unfettered hand oft reserved for the battlefield. Both women were used as an outlet to repay their earlier antics and lascivious taunts. The tides had turned against them and left them as mewling puddles before their incestuous partners.

And both of them loved it.

"Oh gods baby, that's it, more, moooooore!" Robin squealed as her dear boy slammed down on her sopping wet twat. Her fingers twitched against her skin as each intense slam sent ripples through her whole body. From her heaving, slapping tits all the way to her curling toes. Sweat, spit, and even tears flew off her body as she endured her dear Morgan's assault.

"Harder daddy- Fuck me Ha-aaaaaarder!" Morgan howled. Her tits flopped and crashed as her father pounded her from behind. She curled her fingers as his grip on her wrist tightened. Her knees bumped up against the outer edge of the table as her toes wriggled above the floor. Spit flew out of her mouth and smeared over the table's contents as her sweat dripped onto the wooden surface.

"E-EEYAAAAAAAAH!"

As if in sync, the two men attacked their ladies in the same spot -their most vulnerable spot. Robin thrashed against her son's crotch as he ground and rubbed her clit against his stomach. His cock sawed against the most sensitive parts of her velvet walls as his toned stomach scraped and sent electric euphoria throughout her shapely body. Morgan bowled over as her father's fingers pushed down on her sensitive nub. Her now-free hand flopped and crashed against the table's rim before she struggled to grip it for some vestige of support.

"I-I-I'm cumming, Morgan!"

"DADDDDEEEEE!"

The second heaping helping of seed shot out and clashed with the cooling cum already sloshing in each ladies' wombs. Morgan twitched back against her father as her siblings swam around in her core. Robin's eyes rolled back as her grandchildren soaked against her still-fertile eggs. Both of them felt their strength rapidly fade as the most important men in their lives filled them with more incestuous love.

Robin let his daughter onto the table as she gasped and wheezed for breath.

Morgan let his mother's legs go and propped himself up on his hands as he panted.

Both men turned to face each other as the freshly fucked women writhed beneath them…