FM/Finish your celebration with Jack, Lucy, and Lori
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You feel your climax approaching. You pull away from your daughter's wonderful chest. "Let's finish them off, son," you say to Jack. Lucy and Lori sit on the couch, and you and Jack eat them out. After their orgasms hit, they switch places with you. You feel your daughter's lips wrap around your cock. She sucks you to your base. You meet eyes with your son, who writhes from Lori's attentions to his cock. You both smile proudly as you feel your orgasms approach. You warn for Lucy to pull off of you and you stroke yourself to finish. You shoot your load all over Lucy's face and chest until you're spent. You look over and see Jack's cock in between his mother's breasts, which are now covered in his cum as she gives him a wide, toothy grin. You all take a minute to catch your breath before you clean up and send your kids to bed. You take Lori to your room and give her a passionate fucking. You discuss everything that's happened, including your celebration in the living room.
"I wasn't expecting to do that," your wife says, "but I'm not disappointed."
"Me neither," you agree. "I almost fucked Lucy tonight."
"Really?" your wife asks.
"Yes. Part of me to bury my cock deep and fill her up with cum." You catch yourself and turn back to Lori. You expect her to be angry but she just nods.
"That would have been so hot," she says. "Still. It's good you didn't. We don't want her getting pregnant."
"Of course not," you respond.
"What's happening to us?" your wife asks you. "This was supposed to be just for the money. That's what it is for my brother's family."
"As far as we know," you correct her. Still, she makes a point. "Do you want to put a stop to this?" you ask. She considers the question, then gives a confident answer.
"No," she says. "Not even a little." You both smile.
"Then I'd say we made $3,000. We'll see how Jack's first video goes and then move forward." You take her hand in yours. "Together," you add. She kisses you and you make love once more. The next day, you see that Jack's video has already received quite a bit of attention and people are hungry for more. You browse the requests.
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