...instinct to kill her distracted Bob from his many recent orgasms and his penis fell to flaccidity. Helen retracted her arms and made a handjob gesture. Violet approached him and began to jerk him off as hard and fast as possible. Her mother walked behind her, and Violet felt something crawl into her vagina. She screamed and looked behind her. It was her mother, extending her tongue to fill the entire vagina. Violet, beginning to feel an orgasm building, returned to jerking off her father. When Helen saw Bob’s feet stomp slightly, she began to lap rapidly at Violet’s vagina. Violet released Bob’s penis, which was falling back down between pumps of blood.
This time, Violet screamed and bucked with wild abandon. She cried out for her mother, reaching down to rub her own nipples as she had seen her mother do once, after breastfeeding Jack-Jack. Finally, she lay down on her mother. Her head spun as her mother held her in her arms. She felt so fulfilled. Brad was never this good.
“So…” Her mother slid out from under her, smiling at her coyly. “Ready to take it to the next level?”
Violet looked at her hungrily. She did not stutter when she said “Absolutely.”
Her mom stood up and walked to the phone. She called Dash and told him to come home from soccer practice, and fast. Fourteen seconds later, the doorbell rang. Helen’s arm stretched over and opened the door. Dash stood, not showing a...