"O-Oh Mother it feels so-"
From below, Robin pulled out of her daughter's sex. Cum and quim smeared over her lips as she told Morgan, "Less talking, more licking, sweetie~"
Morgan bit her lip to hide her moan as her mother's tongue dove back between her legs. The setting sun's glare from the outer walls made her wince as she tried to focus back on her anointed task. "R-Right," she nodded before sticking her tongue back in Robin's snatch.
In truth, Morgan hadn't really eaten any ladies out since her relationship with her father was...well, exclusive. She'd heard about girls eating each other out, but never done it herself. It would seem that her mother was far more experienced than she'd anticipated in that matter.
Among many others.
Robin and Morgan - the male ones - watched as their respective ladies ate each other out on the couch while they sat on the nearby chairs. The newly declared 'wife' was showing her freshly fucked daughter how to clean cum out of another woman. The two shared a drink from the tactician's stash - some queer mixture of ground-up beans and stamina potions that he insisted was good for staving off exhaustion.
It sorta worked.
Morgan adjusted back on his chair and winced when he felt something...sticky. W-What's that on my-"
"Morgan? Best not to ask," Robin chuckled at his son's plight. He'd ashamedly forgotten which chair had already been used by the two senior tacticians until just now. But it was too late to change what had already passed. "Just sit back and enjoy the show," he mused.
Morgan turned to the man with a rather deadpan expression. Due to the nature of him and his mother's relationship back in their world, he was hardly a stranger to the site of his mother eating another woman out. 'Then again, it sounds like he and Morgan aren't as...relaxed, as mother and I,' the lad mused.
"Eya!"
Their focus turned back to the ladies, specifically a squirming, squealing Morgan as her new mother lapped up the younger lady's juices. Her daughter couldn't even manage anymore as she kept her mouth out of Robin's snatch and simply howled in wanton delight. Her hips slammed down on her mother's face as she rode out a rather intense orgasm. Not as good as the ones from the prior hours, but pretty close.
Robin smirked as her tongue lapped and licked around Morgan's snatch. She kept the girl's lips split open with her thumbs as her daughter's juices splashed across Robin's face. Her quick, deft tongue scooped it all up and sent it down her gullet as her daughter slumped down atop her.
The mother weakly chuckled at the groaning girl above her. She could guess that Morgan's attempt was likely unfinished. A quick touch down at her loins confirmed this to be fact. Luckily, she had her own tricks to deal with any leftover seed clinging to her walls. The tactician slipped two fingers into her pussy before she channeled the most minute quantity of anima magic she could. "Ngh!"
Robin hissed and shuddered as the wind spell did its job to clear the lingering spunk from her walls. It coaxed the rest up towards her cervix until the passage of her pussy was remarkably clean. She let her fingers slip out as she shivered from the rather chilly endeavor. "T-That should be good enough," she gasped as gooseflesh ran over her body.
Father and son had watched the display with full, undivided attention. Morgan shifted and squirmed as blood attempted to pump back to his loins. Robin, thanks to more experience in sex among his other advantages, didn't have too much to struggle on as he observed his new wife push his daughter to the side of the couch.
"You're not done already, are you Morgan?" she teased her daughter. The girl didn't respond as her body swayed from fro and to until she shook her head clear.
"I...I-I'm good, mom," Morgan insisted as she pulled herself back up. Robin nodded in approval before turning to the two men.
Her son flinched and mumbled out, "G-Give me a few minutes, mother." Robin glumly nodded before she turned to the last man, Robin. He shrugged before gesturing down to his still-hard cock poking between his legs. His wife licked her lips in approval before turning to the girl sitting beside her. "Alright, Morgan - I think it's time we had a little bonding experience with your father~"
"Gods, you two," Robin groaned at his wife and daughter as they sat between his legs. His hands dug into their hair - both the softer, silkier tresses of Robin and his Morgan's somewhat disheveled, bushy hair. He didn't need to look down to guess who was sucking him off - not after his brief yet very pleasurable experiences with his counterpart's throat compared to his daughter's gullet.
"Pwah~"
Robin pulled off his cock with a loud gasp. He felt a slight chill on his wet dick before Morgan's warm lips wrapped around his girth. Two hands busied themselves with stroking and kneading his nuts as they cozied up together. His ears twitched at the sounds of skin clapping together below, and though he didn't look down he could very well guess what could possibly be pushing and bumping together as the women traded sucks on his crotch.
"Pah!"
Morgan let him go as her mother swallowed him down. Her tight gullet left him reeling as she massaged his shaft with her gullet. She was as consistent as always - four strokes exactly before she pulled off and let their daughter take the spotlight again.
Glrk! Glrk! Glrk! Glrk! Pwah~!
"Well, dad? How-ullp!"
"-How is it, dear?"
"It's incredible," he groaned as he massaged their scalps. Morgan and Robin giggled while the former slurped and hummed on his shaft before she offered his messy cock to her mother's eager lips.
The two went on and on, back and forth for some time as they exchanged their shared lover's cock in their lips before they traded to the other woman. Sometimes they used their tongues, sometimes they blew hot breath, or even hummed as he stretched their throats out.
Eventually, lady Robin spoke up as she licked the spit clear from her lips. "Morgan, ready to switch it up?"
"Pwah~...Yep - ready when you are, mom!" her daughter vigorously nodded as she handed her father back to her new mom.
Robin took him back in her mouth for one last set of bobs before she pulled out. But instead of giving him to back to Morgan, the two women changed tactics. Mother and Daughter let his cock hang out and pushed their lips against his shaft from opposite ends, right near the base.
He took the hint and nudged off the wall slightly. The newly-gained space allowed him to pump his hips back and forth between the twosome's pressed lips. He felt one of them, likely Morgan, lick her lips against the shaft sliding past her lips as he thrust between his wife and daughter from base to the tip and back down again. "Gods, you two," he growled.
Across the room, in his chair, Morgan felt his cock stiffen at the sight. Watching his mother suck off another man was a shockingly erotic sight...or rather, the mere sight of her on her knees and bobbing her head. But even that was nothing compared to the sight of his counterpart - his sister - being the little daughter slut she owned herself to be. Slowly, he struggled back to his feet as his dick throbbed between his legs.
It was his turn to share some quality time.
"M-Mwo Ohen, mwoh, Ahdeee~"
Morgan's eyes rolled up as the cocks in her mouth and pussy pistoned in and out. She dug her hands and knees into the carpet beneath her as her body was dragged both ways. Her gullet pushed and pulled against Morgan's thick cock as her father's long dick split her ass. The spit-slick shaft smoothly pumped in and out of her rump as he gripped her hips. The copious loads of the two men's joined slurry sloshed in her womb as she see-sawed between the two men in a state of sheer, sexed bliss.
Robin sat back on the mostly clean chair as she watched the trio's spitroast. She played with the sticky seed smeared between her fingers as she licked each digit clean with a sultry, lascivious grin. It was good enough that she got to see her son finally give another woman his love again after he'd closed up in Askr, but she had to admit that the sight of her son sharing a woman with another man was, to be frank, arousing. 'Hmm, I think this affair will be good for you, sweetie~' she quietly giggled at her son's expense.
Morgan winced as a shudder shot up his spine. The cause could easily be the tight throat and slick tongue slapping against his shaft from his counterpart-made-sister, or it could be something else. He shook away such speculation as he leaned in and grabbed Morgan's hair and yanked it down his shaft. Her choked scream reverberated up his cock as she slammed his hips against her face.
"Slow down - She needs to pace herself," Robin grunted at Morgan. His daughter's ass clenched around his dick as he tried to control his strokes to keep her on the edge of desire. Just enough to leave her yearning for more. Craving it.
Needing it.
Robin tightened his grip on Morgan's hips as he calmly explained how to handle his daughter.
"The trick to handling Morgan is to rile her up - Give her enough room to act, but have just enough control to hold her down. Let her do the work and only intervene when she's going too far. Keep that in mind and you'll have her, no matter how hard or how soft you're going."
Her father slowed down and leaned over his daughter's ear. A sharp hiss made her literally freeze in place mid-suck as he grunted out, "Isn't that right, honey?"
Morgan's eyes fluttered before she vigorously nodded. Her brother winced at the pressure on his cock, but he took the lesson to heart and slowed down his strokes.
Robin nodded, satisfied as he started fucking her ass again. Morgan followed his teachings as his sister's labored gargles settled as she managed to control herself. Her tongue stopped flailing against his shaft and began playfully swiping along it. "Sorry, sister," he winced.
She blinked before a hearty chortle echoed up his cock. Morgan's lips curled around her brother's dick into a familiarly impish smile as she pushed her face forward and caved her cheeks in. His yelp and the pain in her scalp were equally rewarding as she enjoyed her place between her daddy and her new brother.
Robin bit her lip at the playful, enticing display. She glanced at her husband and noticed how his thrusts had sped up. It was clear that the man would need a break soon, which would mean her children would need a new chaperone. Her lips curled into a smile.
She couldn't wait.
"Oh gods, Mom - M-Morgann," the boy groaned from the floor. His back sunk into the carpet below him. Meanwhile, his still-hard loins were tended to by the women draped over his prone body. Said women shared a glance and a smirk as they rubbed their large breasts over the lad's thick cock. Lingering cum hung off his sister's lips from their earlier romp. His dickhead barely peeked out of the top of their shared bosom trap, almost winking at the two ladies as they massaged his shaft with their tit-flesh.
He marveled both women's busts as they massaged his sore-yet-eager loins. Due to their close age, they were remarkably close in size together, with his mother just barely overpowering the younger flight-borne tactician. But it was very clear that Morgan was no novice in the art of breastfucking as she kept a laborious yet steady pace with his mother. The added spit she drooled out as a lubricant was just that extra tease that pushed him along.
Morgan glanced back at her father as he chugged down more of his brew. She suppressed the desire to yawn herself as her breasts were forced along by her mom's tits. It was getting really late, and it was clear that all four were getting to some form of final limit. Yet one look at her brother's cock had her riled up enough to keep going herself.
Too tired to fuck, too horny to stop. A vicious trap indeed.
"Morgan?"
The mother's soft, kind voice directed her back to what she was doing. Robin pushed back a little to give her daughter room to play with the hard crown between their bosom. Morgan licked her lips before she leaned in and left a wet, lingering kiss on his glans. The potent scent of musk wafting from his overused cock left her more than a little lightheaded.
Robin nudged her daughter aside before she kissed her son's cock as well. She slipped a hand down to his balls and cupped them. Morgan hissed as his mom's hand squeezed and juggled his nuts as he reached closer and closer to his climax. "I-I'm gonna cum," he grunted.
His sister perked up, followed by their mother. Morgan and Robin discarded any coy antics in favor of just pumping their tits over his dick to get him right over the edge. His eyes squeezed shut as he bucked against their bosoms, and he nearly missed their lascivious coos and sultry words.
Nearly.
"Morgan, mommy needs her son's hot cum all over her tits," Robin purred. He couldn't see the blush on her cheeks, but luckily his counterpart and sister easily could. 'Two can play at that game, mom,' she smirked.
"Gods, Morgan - stop taunting your poor, slutty sister and give me that nice sticky shower you promised," she mewled. He heard his mother huff as Morgan continued on, "We're gonna spend a lot more time together, loots of brother and sister bo-oomph?!"
She was cut off, much to the boy's confusion. He struggled to crack his eye open just in time to see his mother and sister sharing a heavy, passionate kiss over his dickhead. "F-Fuck!" he grunted as the lascivious sight sent him right over the edge.
"Mmmh~"
The two women felt his warm cum splash against their chins as they kissed. A few shots landed on their cheeks, while others managed to fire over the edge of their lips before landing flat on their face. Robin shifted her boobs up to cover the spasming cockhead and send the rest of the loads back down into the two women's tits. The rest of his cum dripped down their boobcracks and out the bottom of their cleavage.
Robin pulled away from the stunned, flustered woman. Her daughter shifted back onto the floor as the last of her strength left her flat on the ground. Despite being winded herself, Robin still managed to lean over and brush some stray hair out of her child's face. "Good job, Morgan - I'm proud of you," she beamed.
T-Thanks, mom," Morgan smiled back. Her lips fell as she looked behind Robin and gulped. "U-Um, mom?"
Robin cocked her head and turned around to follow her daughter's sight. She found herself caught between a gasp, a groan, and a curse at the two men at attention behind her. Morgan, her son -panting and slumped, but still standing. Both on his feet, and between his legs. Beside him was her own counterpart, equally hard and ready for more in contrast to the man's labored breaths.
Robin offered a comforting hand on her daughter's shoulder as she eyed the two cocks throbbing before her. She licked her lips in anticipation as she leaned in and left a comforting, cum-coated kiss on Morgan's cheek. "Go lay down, sweetie - Mommy's got this~"
"Oh fuck, oooooh fucck~"
Robin bounced atop the two men as they pinned her from both sides. Father and Son struggled to stay on their feet as they held the busty mother and pumped their cocks in her holes. Her ass dragged against Morgan's cock as he gripped her hips and filled his mom's butt with the welcome, familiar sensation she loved so much. From the front came the equally welcome cock of her new husband in her pussy as he groped her breasts. Her legs were left dangling at her sides as she bucked atop them, while her arms reached forward and behind to grab her two men's shoulders for much-needed support.
"Gods, you two - S-Sooo full," she grunted. The pair of dicks left the intense sensation of her being stuffed two times over. Hardly a new experience, but very much the first time with another live cock and not just a toy. Suddenly, the same caresses and touches she'd felt before were as fresh and raw as the very first time she'd spread her legs and cheeks for her dear son.
Morgan felt his mother shift back and face him. He blinked at how wild she looked - hair disheveled, awash with sweat, and almost glowing from her cheeks and eyes as she stared at him like a feral beast. "Oh Morgan, sweetie...kiss me," she pleaded.
Her son complied immediately. Robin shuddered in pure bliss as he captured her lips. His hands squeezed her hips as he pushed her rump down on his thick cock. The wet slaps from her front went unheeded as she traded tongues with her dear boy.
Her husband leaned in and latched onto her neck as she continued to swap spit with her son. He felt her hard nipples scrape against his chest as he pumped in and out of her snatch. Her calves latched around Robin's hips as he reached down and cupped her ass for support.
The candles nearby were down to the wick now, and only had at most an hour's worth of life left in them. If any of the foursome thought to, they could easily cast a fire spell to illuminate their lascivious antics...and yet there was no room for such foresight, even amongst such a renowned quartet.
Especially not the girl laying prone on the floor.
Morgan winced as someone's foot got close to her head. A quick glance up confirmed it to be her twin brother as he hungrily kissed his own mother. She saw the familiar white mop of hair of her father on the older woman's neck as the trio reveled with each other. Without her.
'Not if I can help it,' she quietly growled as she tried to flex her fingers. The cold, musky air left her nipples hard on her tits and left her shivering sweaty flesh coated in gooseflesh. But she was determined. She was filled with the very same determination that could always get her what she wanted or needed despite the obstacles in her way. Both within and without.
"I-I'm cumming!"
Robin's scream tore through the office as she slammed down on her husband and son's cocks. The two men grunted as her tight holes locked around their shafts until it was too intense for them to try. Morgan only made it halfway back in his mom's ass before he came, followed quickly by his father after he'd managed to slam deep in her loins.
Morgan winced as he felt her nip his lip. He tasted copper as it ran down his chin. The pain was a minor blip compared to the sense-searing pleasure that overwhelmed his body. He struggled to stay up, especially as his mom was bucking and thrashing against him and his father. Robin was equally imperiled but had just a little more control to remain upright as he filled his wife's womb with seed.
It passed quickly- too quickly for anyone's liking. But such was the cost of their unfathomably long marathon of sin and lust. Drained cocks slipped out of her pussy and ass as the newest load of cum leaked behind them. Robin went limp in her men's arms as they struggled to gently lower her back down. Her legs came undone from her husband's back as Morgan shifted his grip up to her armpits.
Robin let the mother and son have their moment as he slowly backed away, ready to attempt to catch them if needed. But he found the couple to be rather resilient, as Morgan remained shakily yet quite firmly on his feet.
"G-Gotta admit, I'm impressed."
"Hmm?" He turned to face his daughter - his miraculously standing daughter. She offered him a little wave and a grin as her sweaty, naked body was cast in dancing light by the dying candles. "Morgan, you should rest," her father shook his head.
His daughter shrugged in defiance as she limped forward. "Eh, I can-whoa!"
Her legs gave out and sent her toppling. But before her knees could hit the ground, she was held up by a familiar pair of hands. It didn't even matter that one of the palms was on her tit - modesty had long since taken flight of this debaucherous den and its dwellers. "Thanks, Daddy, " she looked aside and blushed.
Robin shook her head and huffed at her daughter's stubbornness in her husband's arms. "You can hardly stand, much less take another go," she explained.
Her son Morgan nodded behind her, sharing her concern for his new sibling. But her father Robin merely rubbed his daughter's back for support as he helped her to her feet. "O-One more go. All of us, together," she panted.
Mother, Son, and even Father perched a brow at the proposal. Morgan and his mother shared a concerned glance, while her dear, supportive dad merely smiled as he played with her wild hair. "Last one?" he asked.
Morgan whined before she knocked his hand away. "Y-Yeah - last one. For real this time," she declared.
Robin turned to the other two - his wife and son, and asked them their thoughts. "What do you think? One more round? All together?"
Morgan and his MILFy mom gawked at their grinning counterparts. Neither one was really able to comprehend just how much energy the father/daughter pair had. 'I thought we had wild fucks...gods above, who are these two?' Robin wondered.
"...Okay."
"Hmm?!"
Morgan met his mother's shocked expression with his customary gentle smile. The same smile that often made his dear mom's heart soar and her legs quake. "M-Morgan?" she gawked.
"Come on mom - nothing too crazy, right? Just some time with the ones we love," he explained.
"Well, Ms. Robin? Looks like your outnumbered," he teased her
Robin mulled the pros and cons of tossing a weak wind spell to bowl the trio over - just enough to keep them down until they came to their senses. But eventually, her own needs won out. She sighed and nodded. "Fine. One more round."
The four chuckled as the candle burned out.
Plap Plap Plap Plap Plap.
"Ooooh, Dad - that fee-eeels so good~" Morgan mewled back to her father fucking her ass behind her. He simply chuckled before giving her an abrupt thrust that shook her up. She quickly dug her nails back into the carpet as her knees struggled to stay up. Her dad's hands on her hips kept her from dropping down as his fat cock filled her butt.
"Fuck Morgan- d-don't stop, sweetie," Robin pleaded with her son as they undulated together. Her pussy stayed propped open around her son's thick dick as he gently kneaded her shoulders. The urge to collapse was a constant struggle for his mom as she openly mewled and moaned right in the face of her daughter and husband.
Not that either party could really see each other in the utter darkness
The candles were long dead and left them in the envelopment of night. Only the moon that slipped in and out of the window offered some illumination, however fleeting it may be. What sight they lacked was made up for in other senses - senses that were too caught in the flickers of a once-mighty tempest of incestuous, debaucherous lust.
Morgan's hands traced down and over his mother's hips as they rolled and crashed together. He could just perceive the outline of her head as she rocked back and forth. Further beyond was shifting forms of his new father and sister. What they lacked in features, they exemplified in their voices as each coo and sigh, every grunt and growl, and all the little platitude whimpers of endearment seared their ways into the lad's mind.
"Ngh!"
Robin winced as his daughter's tight ass constricted his shaft. His fingers squeezed into her hips for support. He struggled to keep thrusting in and out of her rump, even as his body eclipsed his limits. His vision, already full of shadows, grew hazy as he fought the urge to simply succumb. Not to orgasm, but to dream.
"Oooh daddy, I love you~"
The father blinked, unsure if his daughter had truly spoken, or if it was a mere memory. He'd heard that phrase many times - some mundane and innocuous as they shared banquet or host with fellows, others seductive and sultry as they feasted on fruits that no families should sup upon. But regardless if she truly spoke or not, it was all he needed to keep going. To keep thrusting. "I love you, Morgan," he whispered back.
Mother and son heard Robin's murmur and shuddered in bliss. Morgan slipped back up his dear mom's seductive body until he was all but looming atop her. His hands cupped her swaying bosom as he cooed into her ear, "I love you, Mother."
"I love you too, sweetie~" she giggled back before she nuzzled his cheek. An idea struck her mind as she backed away. Robin nudged her body forward on her hands and knees - just far enough so she could graze her finger over her new daughter's knuckle.
"H-Huh?"
Morgan's confusion was cut off as her mother pecked her lips. Robin's tongue found a lingering trace of Morgan, or perhaps even the other Robin's spunk in the girl's mouth, and quickly absconded with it. Neither of the men could see the incestuous, feminine liplock before them...yet they could hear it.
And that would more than suffice.
"Mmmm-Mwah~"
Robin pulled back, leaving unseen trails of spit between their lips as she slipped her pilfered prize into her mouth. She tasted the cool slurry of her son and husband's salty essence before she swallowed it down. "Ulp!...I love you, Morgan," she cooed.
I uh...yeah, mom," Morgan chuckled, still bewildered and rather confused at the recent turn of events. Robin laughed at her daughter's plight, but it quickly turned into a gasp as she felt something filling her pussy. "M-Morgan, sweetie?"
He squirmed as his spunk filled his mother's womb. "S-Sorry mom. It's just that...I mean that was," he stumbled.
Robin mewled at the hot, stringy cum from her son before she consoled him, "Don't worry Morgan - we've all done quite enough, hmm?"
She pulled herself off him and turned to crawl after her son. Her roaming fingers found his thigh and traced up his body. Past his swaying, sticky cock, up to his crotch, stomach, and all the way up to his chin. She cupped Morgan's side and leaned in to leave a tender, motherly kiss on his cheek.
"...What do you say to one more?"
Morgan blinked as he felt her hand wrap around his cock. She gave his shaft a few pumps as she peppered more kisses on her son's face. "M-Mom?"
Robin smiled as she felt him finally stir in her fist. She wasn't gonna force her sweet boy to go a full round - she just wanted him to have enough blood in his dick for what she had in mind. "How about we go spend time with your dad and sister, hmm?" she asked.
"Mmm~"
Robin heard his daughter's moans as she kept riding his cock. Her soft mewls were like a constant jolt to keep him conscious and focused on spoiling his precious little girl. He could hear murmurs from the other couple but paid them little head as he focused on Morgan's pleasure.
"Morgan?"
His daughter blinked at her brother's name before her open mouth was suddenly invaded by a familiar thick girth. It was much softer than usual, but she certainly recognized her brother's dick now. "Mwah?"
Hey sis, one sec," he told her. Morgan grabbed and lifted his sister enough for his mom to slip under the girl. Robin reached up and groped her daughter's tits as she helped guide the girl back down.
Robin blinked at the rather sudden action, even as his hips kept pumping. "...Hello, Morgan," he greeted.
"Hello, father," Morgan beamed in the darkness.
"Did you two want to join us," he asked his son.
Morgan squirmed as Morgan bobbed her head on his soft cock. We uh...well, it was mom's ide-eeeea?!"
His mother pulled away from his hanging nut after she nipped it. "Traitor," she huffed. Robin chuckled at their antics before he settled back into his rhythm. He adjusted himself enough to let his son's strokes push his Morgan back against him before he sent her bouncing into her brother's cock.
The mother busied herself from below as she fondled her daughter's tit. She lifted her knees enough to nudge Morgan's hips as she helped her husband guide their daughter back and forth. Her other hand traced over the girl's stomach as she made her way towards Morgan's gushing pussy before she slipped her digits in. she heard the girl moan into the cock in her mouth, which in turn made her son shudder and grunt in shock. Robin sealed her perfect strategy as she reared up and captured her daughter's other teat with her moist lips.
Morgan's eyes rolled up as she was assaulted from all sides - buffeted back and forth on her father and brother's cocks as her mother fingered and suckled her from below. Her body could hardly stand the euphoria but also lacked the strength to discharge another mind-melting orgasm. So instead she was left trapped - straddling the line of ecstasy despite her family's best efforts.
The moon slipped through the window and reached all the way up to the foursome. For a single moment they were all illuminated - Father, Daughter, Mother, and Son. for the briefest instant, it was all made clear.
Robin could hear his daughter as she noisily sucked off his son while his wife fingered her from below.
Morgan felt his sister's mouth and tongue as she was coaxed by his parents over his dick.
Robin could see her son's cock as he pumped her down against her husband's dick and back.
Morgan saw nothing. Heard nothing. Felt nothing...but experienced everything.
The moon disappeared and cast them back in darkness.
None of them could possibly know how long they writhed together. None of them could even guess what time it was outside, or how many hours had passed them by since they'd sealed themselves in Robin's office. And of course- none of them truly cared.
"Ahhh glrr glrrr urrrr~"
Morgan heard his sister's muffled babbling as she dragged her lips over his dick. The prolonged action had left him feeling quite rigid again - not hard enough to pull out and take one of her holes, but sufficient enough to keep him straight. More than that, it was enough to make the last, fleeting load in his sperm urns ready to pour out. "M-Mother, I think I'm gonna-"
"Hmm?
Robin heard her son as she pulled off her daughter's teat. Her eyes flashed in realization as she quickly spoke out, "Morgan, stop. Robin, slow down."
Both men did as they were told, though lethargically. The wife-mother struggled to concoct some kind of finale - one that would satisfy them all. She struck upon something quite saucy, saucy enough to make her lick her lips before she croaked out, "One last shower, boys - show us how much you love your mommy and daughter~"
Robin and Morgan nodded in affirmation of her plan. They gave their shared girl a few more pumps before they pulled out of Morgan's holes as Robin removed her fingers from her daughter's messy pussy. Mother guided her child to the nearby wall before she herself sat next to Morgan's winded, yet eager form.
"Mwuh...M-Mom?"
Robin giggled at her daughter's lethargy. "Welcome back, honey. Just in time for the final stroke," she quipped before her eyes flicked to the men.
Morgan followed her mother's gaze and blinked. "Oh. ooooh. G-Gotcha, Mom," she grinned.
Robin and Morgan, Mother and Daughter - slumped back against the wall and waited for their two lovers to jerk themselves to completion. The ladies were on their knees, hands at their sides, and mouths wide open as they watched with bated breath. Exhaustion attempted to take them, but the elation of one last, sticky load showers over their sinfully seductive bodies kept them focused.
"You know where to aim, father~" Morgan cooed as she held her arms against her tits. Robin watched his slutty daughter and sped up his pumps. Beside him, his newfound son was torn between his naughty sister and equally debaucherous mother, who said nothing but merely stuck her tongue out and fluttered her eyes. The two went back and forth between the pair's antics until they both felt the familiar clenching in their balls.
"Gods, Here it comes!" Robin roared as he aimed for his daughter.
"M-Mother!" Morgan cried and pointed to his mom.
The first shot hit them - puny and almost stringy, but still warm and sticky. A few more jizz threads struck their faces before the men's aim shifted to the other woman. The streams crossed over as Robin's seed struck Robin's face, and Morgan's jizz drizzled on Morgan's tits. The final load didn't last as long nor stick as much, but it was more symbolic in intent than anything else. Not compared to the myriad of other loads that filled the two women in every hole and across every stretch of their fair, sweaty flesh.
Robin collapsed on his knee as he wheezed for breath. Morgan beside him flopped over backward, equally exhausted. Against the wall, mother Robin hunched over as Morgan careened to the side against the older tactician's shoulder. Loud, labored gasps filed the dark office as the moon shined down on the debaucherous, incestuous family. In time even these would slip to muffled grunts and pants, before slipping into the darkness that embraced them all.
"…"
"…"
"…"
"...Gods it stinks in here."
Morgan struggled with the chair as he pushed it back into the corner of the room. He wiped his sweaty brow on the sleeve of his shirt as he finished his work. The moonlight outside illuminated the office as the foursome worked to make it somewhat orderly once more. "C-chair's are back in place," he called out.
"Windows cracked open?" Robin asked the boy.
"Check, dad," he smiled. The older man returned his son's grin with his own as he used some prolonged, soft wind spells to direct the stench towards the open windows. It wasn't going to cover everything, but it should at least help to slowly dissipate the odor of their day-long marathon sex. "How about you, Robin?"
"The documents...what we can salvage at least, are secure," Robin called as she tightened the cords around her son's coat. Her utterly ruined top, skirt, and bra were piled with the rest of their clothes, the attire that couldn't be easily passed off to whoever they may stumble upon this late at night. All in all, that left them in varying states of undress.
Robin in his trousers. His daughter in her underwear. Her son in his underwear and undershirt. and finally, her in... well, nothing. Luckily, she had her son's coat to wear, as did her husband have his. Their daughter merely tossed her flier's uniform back on and called it quits.
"Okay, Everybody has everything?" her husband asked from the door. Three pairs of nods accompanied him as they made way out of the defiled office as quickly as they could manage.
"Uh, dad? What are we gonna do about the battle plans?" his daughter asked him.
Robin paused before he shook his head."...We'll do this tomorrow," Robin shrugged.
He got no complaints, and so the foursome family slipped out into the halls. The castle grounds were utterly still, as they should be so early in the newly-born early morning. Still, they'd have to move swiftly and silently to avoid being stumbled upon.
"So what's next - are we taking this to the next round?"
Robin and Robin both turned to face the coy smirk of Morgan and the nervous, bewildered gawking of Morgan. "You are going to take a shower, young lady," her mother commanded.
The daughter bristled and turned to her father with her oft-used puppy dog eyes. But even he wouldn't be swayed after one long, drawn-out draft of her stench. Morgan sniffed the air and bristled. "Fiiiine," she huffed.
The two Robin's stepped aside to let her pass, but first, she grabbed a little extra baggage as well. Baggage in the form of her counterpart's hand. "Come on Morgan, you're using my room~" she purred.
Robin massaged his temple at the sight while the lad shook his head and protested. I-I have a shower though!"
His sister wouldn't be swayed though, no matter what he tried to tell her. "Yeah but mine's nicer - let's go."
Morgan took off as quick as she could, dragging Morgan down the hall. The boy eventually gave up and simply tried to keep pace with his perverse minx of a sister. Neither Robin missed the sight of a dangling pair of straps hanging out of Morgan's coat pockets as she led her brother-lover away. "Guess I know where my bra went," Robin chuckled.
Robin shook his head at his daughter's antics as she dragged the boy away. He finished locking his office up and only winced once as his overtaxed body screamed in protest. He felt a shapely pair of breasts push into his back and was caught between a shudder and a groan as the other Robin breathed in his ear. Mind if I join you?" she asked.
Robin perched his brow up as he turned and eyed the tactician's supple body framed by her coat. He could make out her boots, but the rest of her attire was safely locked in the hazardous zone that had once been his office. Still, the thought of her nude beneath her coat while she wore his and her son's sin stains all over her body made his abused loins twitch in his trousers. "For more sex?" he yawned.
She shook her head. "No - sleep."
"Fair enough - you can take the first shower," he told her
She nodded before quickly wrapping him in her arms and pinning him against the wall. Her hot breath oozed in his ear as she spoke clear and plain. "Gladly. But you better rest up tonight, handsome - We've got a long, hard day ahead of us tomorrow~" she purred before releasing him and sashaying away.
Robin wiped his suddenly-sweaty brow as he enjoyed the pleasing sight of his better half's swaying rump. The noticeable limp in her step just made it all the better. "Agreed," he grinned before quickly walking after her.
The strategy briefing was a whole day away - plenty of time.
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