...ormal, it was no match for the tiny tunnel of pleasure that was Violet’s vagina. Violet slowly started to bounce harder and increased in speed. She was totally silent, her building climax eclipsed by her perceived awkwardness and lack of skill. Bob grabbed hold of her hips as Helen watched proudly, and he began to bounce her faster, leaning into each stride with a slight thrust of his own. Helen climbed over the couch, squatting next to her husband and only daughter. She began slowly making tiny circles around Violet’s tits with her tongue, gaining speed. Violet’s eyes closed as she slipped into the moment, forgetting the act of incest and feeling only overwhelming stimulation and pleasure. She came quietly, barely releasing a drop of cum and muttering “oh God” over and over until it subsided. She waited patiently for her father’s orgasm, but he grunted and stopped fucking into her.
“Aren’t you going to orgasm too?” she asked her father, trying to catch her breath.
“But where was all the…the…goo?”
“The semen. ‘Cum’,” her mother corrected her.
“I’ve been orgasming all afternoon with your mother,” he explained. “It takes a lot to get me off after almost three hours.” H...