Road Trip Ch. 06: Good Morning

AUTHOR's NOTE: Arthur is 60, Kent 38, Pearl, 37, Cherry 36, Rose, Renee and Ross are 18 years old. The characters are a family introduced to Literotica Readers previously in the cantos of the epic poem "O Mother Dear".

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Ross woke up, disoriented at first, finding himself spooned against his naked mother, snuggled into her sweet coconut-honey scented hair. Then, remembering yesterday's events, he smiled and kissed her bare shoulder. His left arm lay over her left side, bent at the elbow so that his hand comfortably cupped her left breast, resting, squeezed by her body weight, against her right one. Becoming more conscious, Ross sensed another warm, full length presence in the bed and realized his Aunt Cherry lay behind him, her boobs squished against his scapulas, her left arm, draped similarly to his, across his waist, but angled down, with her hand flat in his groin between his left thigh and his balls. "OMG!" he thought, "I'm sandwiched between Mom and Aunt Cherry!"

Just then Cherry's eyes opened. Her hand closed around Ross' nuts, then re-opened to move and grab his erect dick. Pearl, like Sleeping Beauty roused from the depths by Prince charming's kiss, yawned "Good Morning" and Ross' ear buzzed as Cherry, nestled against his neck, answered, "Good Morning, Pearl." Then, re-squeezing Ross' cock, "And good morning to you, Ross!"

Pearl, recognized the lilt in her sister's voice. "Morning wood?" she asked her.

"Like father, like son!" laughed Cherry.

"Yay!, crowed Pearl. "Breakfast is ready!" Rolling over to face Ross and Cherry, she gave him a big open-mouthed kiss and put her right hand beside Cherry's left on his ever growing dick.

"Uhh, good morning," murmured Ross, as the women teamed up to turn him onto his back. "So yesterday, ooh! Aah! was not a dream?" Ross interrupted his own question with involuntarily grunts as Cherry's nails scratched lightly on his nuts while Pearl smoothly slid her hand, with gently pulsing fingers, up and down his rod. "Mmmm, that feels really good." he moaned, appreciating their attention.

Noticing the change in Ross' breathing, the sisters sat up. The covers fell away revealing their resplendent nude forms and Ross reached his arms up, left to Cherry and right to Pearl, aiming for their tits, but the women, still in motion, maneuvered themselves out of his range.

Cherry swiveled to face his feet, half couched and leaning over his legs. She lowered her face to suck one of his balls while continuing to lightly flick her nails on his other one. Pearl also turned southward, kissed Ross' knob and took it into her mouth without losing a stroke on his shaft.

While Ross could not reach their breasts, he noted their asses were well placed. His left fingers and palm rubbed Cherry's left bun in a light massage as his thumb found her rosebud sphincter and making small circles and slight intrusions there. Ross' right hand occupied itself with his mother's available pussy. Deftly he moved the index and middle fingers inside her snatch, wiggling along her already moist fold and, in the same manner as with his aunt, his right thumb stimulated Pearl's asshole.

Ross had good instincts, but still lacked the experience and discipline to hold his fire under seige by the adept and determined sisters. They quickly succeeded in their seed sucking and Ross helplessly ejaculated into Pearl's eagerly waiting mouth. She rapidly lifted her head and Cherry, just as fast, sealed her lips around Ross' still shooting cock to finish off the load.

Satisfied, the sisters completed swallowing, kissed each other and scraped and licked the remaining semen, spilled in the transfer, from their chins and noses and used their fingers to 'spoon feed' the residual cum to its provider.

Mindblown, Ross lay back and croaked, "Wow!" after cleaning his own seed from his mother's and his aunt's fingers crowded in his mouth.

"Enough said, sweetie," commented Pearl.

"Yeah, we're thanking YOU!" beamed Cherry at her nephew.

"But seriously, listen. We need to get up and get going. Ross has a big day planned at Central and we can play more later," admonished Pearl, bringing the trio back to task.

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Earlier that morning, hundreds of miles away, Kent and Arthur, tired from driving and deflowering the twins, slept dead to the world. However, overstimulated, the girls independently awoke early from their post coital naps at nearly the same time. Rose, sensing Renee was also awake, padded across Room 189 to the connecting door. Together they tiptoed to the bathroom in 190 for a tete-a-tete.

Stifling their giggles as best they could, so as not to disturb Kent, they discussed in detail their commando raids and the results. It was all totally exciting and they could hardly wait for the campus visit, which suddenly seemed both stupid and pointless, to end so they could play again with Daddy and Uncle Art.

As they talked, one of them had a "Great Idea." It was immediately deemed "Brilliant" by the other, and eventually agreed by both to be "Epic."

"So," summarized Rose, "We'll switch, without telling..."

"Yes, said Renee, "You get in bed with Dad and I'll climb in with Uncle Art..."

"Oh boy, they'll be surprised when they wake up and find out..." continued Rose.

"Yes, IF they find out." concluded Renee.

Both twins knew it was impossible to successfully impersonate each other for very long, but it was still possible, for brief periods, to at least confuse everyone.

"But really," finished Rose, "it doesn't matter, we're just sharing everything like we always do!" and the laughing twins sealed their plan with a big hug, a kiss and a 'high-five.' Rose snuck into Kent's bed and cuddled up to his broad back, smiled, closed her eyes with a contented sigh, and drifted back into sleep.

Renee made the slightly longer trip to Room 189, shut the door and got in with Arthur, assuming Rose's former position. She was too keyed up to snooze, though. Laying against her uncle, she felt that 'funny feeling' in her pussy and she grew more restless. Arthur did not snore, but his deep even breathing signified he would not rouse easily. "Wait a minute," thought Renee, "what if he doesn't have to wake up? Maybe I can play with his thing while he sleeps."

The idea appealed enough to at least test the possibility. Quietly she spoke into her uncle's ear, "Uncle Art. Can you hear me? Uncle Art?" but there was no change in breathing or any reaction at all. Touching his shoulder, she whispered in a commanding tone, "Dear! Roll over, Dear!" and she softly prodded him. Arthur snorted and turned to lay on his back, now with his right arm bent up under the pillow, but still asleep. "OMG!" Renee thought, "This is awesome!" Out loud, still in a whisper, she said, "Dear, you're hogging the covers" and she tugged the blanket and sheet until they were down past his rippling abs and the line of hair marching to his crotch from his navel. Arthur, still sleeping, grunted and moved his left hand down and pushed the covers further until his full reach left them below mid-thigh and exposed his flaccid penis and relaxed scrotum holding its round treasures.

"OK, OK," thought Renee, "Here goes nothing!" Slowly, carefully, quietly she scrunched herself down beside Arthur's right hip and kneeling over him as if she were the mermaid in Copenhagen Harbor.

Arthur was immobile and unresponsive but, Renee found, his cock was a different story. She reached out, tenderly touched it and it rolled agreeably. "Did it twitch?" she wondered, "Or did I imagine it?" It was soft and smooth and warm and dry, laying in the seam dividing the halves of his sack holding his eggs. Renee lightly ran her finger along its neck to the bell and traced its helmet edge in a spiral to the small slit at its end. The cock moved considerably under this stimulation and started to swell and thicken. Renee pulled back her hand, licked her fingers to coat them with spit, and rubbed her saliva on the head until it shone in the half-dark room. The head was very smooth and it bounced as she rubbed it. Arthur's shaft grew longer, stronger and even rose up to face her. "Fascinating," thought Renee, "it's just like a sunflower chasing the sun." Renee ran the back of her right thumb along the big vein under her uncle's cock from head to base and slipped her fingers under his sack to hold his jewels in her palm.

Gently closing and opening her hand, she watched the cock come to life and stand, proudly, away from Arthur's body. It bobbed and danced as Renee delicately tapped it with her left hand. After a few taps and squeezes Renee saw the head, still shiny with her spit, had

pre-cum drops like her Dad's dick. "Do they taste the same?" she asked herself and bent to kiss and lick the great purple plum. "Mmm, yes, the same, but different," she answered her self. Using her warm mouth and soft pink tongue she licked, kissed and sweetly sucked her uncle's rigid member and observed that, without any touches at all, her pussy was oozing juice onto her thighs.

Still cautiously avoiding awakening Arthur, Renee moved so her bottom was lined up with his crotch, her head pointed at his toes with her spread legs straddling his thighs as she rested on her knees still in a crouch. Backing up she lowered her haunches and used her right hand to guide his stiff dick up the loose leg of her tap pants to the entrance of her wet cunt. "Aaah yes," she quietly said to herself but still half-aloud, "that's the spot." She continued to lower away until his pole was entirely hidden in her pussy and her ass was touching his abs. Renee started to rise and then felt assisted by an unseen force. "Hey baby," Arthur growled, "when did you wake up and why did you start without me?" Grasping her waist in his strong hands he pulled her back down onto his hot spike.

"Oh! Uncle Art! I, well, UNH! I, OOH!" Renee stammered, trying to explain, but distracted by the funny feeling Arthur was inflaming.

"Never mind, sweetie," Arthur cooed, working her hips and his dick like a machine, "It's all good." Suddenly he slid his hands up her sides, grabbed her tits in her teddy, pressing them to her chest. He found her tingling nipples beneath the thin satin and twisted them, causing her to squeal. Her bottom ground back on him even harder as she raised and lowered her pelvis in a frenzy.

"Uncle," she shrieked, "OMYGOD, Uncle Art! I'm coming!"

"I'm right there with you, Honey" Arthur gasped, "Hang on, ow, here it comes!" as he shot his hot semen into her, continuing to stroke throughout it all.

"Oh, uhn, uhn uncle!" Renee cried, as her orgasm peaked and fell away.

"Arthur chuckled, "Don't wake the neighbors, baby. We have a big day ahead of us."

"Mmm, OK, Uncle Art," Renee agreed, "I think I can sleep now. You're wonderful. Thanks!" and she pulled herself off his swollen, but declining, dick. Pushed the crotch of her tap pants tight between her legs to preserve the happy sticky feel of their mingled juices she rolled over closing her eyes. "Good night, Uncle Art."

"Goodnight and sweet dreams...Renee," said Arthur quietly, patting her ass and curling around her.

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Near dawn in Room 190, Rose was pressed against Kent's back, her right arm over his waist and her palm against his stomach. She awoke feeling something brushing the bottom edge of her hand. Raising her head she saw Kent's eyes were closed and his gut and chest were rising and falling naturally suggesting he was still asleep. Easing herself up, Rose extracted her left arm from under her pillow, twisted her torso and raised the sheet to peer into the shadows. She was dismayed to spy Kent's morning erection emerging like a monstrous eel from an undersea cavern and realized this was the thing that touched and awoke her.

Rose lifted her right hand from Kent's stomach and lowered it just enough to pet the huge growth. It jumped with a life its own at her mere touch. Giggling incautiously, Rose closed her palm around the soft, massive knob and thrilled to feel it pulse in her small fist. "So big!" she thought to herself, "It's like one of Oscar's Double Burritos." which, she suddenly remembered, were not only tasty but were very filling. Her memory flash inspired Rose to slip out of the bed. Walking to the end ,she untucked the covers and flipped them over her head and shoulders. She grabbed Kent's ankles, applied sideways pressure to his right leg, held the left one down, and gently coaxed her dad to roll to his right until he was flat on his back. Spreading his legs like a curtain with her hands, Rose wormed her way up the mattress to his crotch to meet her new challenge head on.

Under the covers coiled around her head and shoulders, Rose looked like a pink supplicant at her father's monolithic altar. She grabbed Kent's meat with both hands, lowered her head, opened her mouth and took the top between her lips to suck. Kent stirred and opened his eyes. He saw his daughter, poised in her teddy, hunched forward, breasts swinging free beneath the satin, holdimg his cock in her fists and milling her mouth on his bulb. Raising his hands to her bobbing head, he tickled her earlobes, held her hair, and greeted her. "Ahhh, tht's, mmm a very sweet morning wake-up call, unh huh, that is!"

Rose ate up the praise as eagerly as she ate his 'burrito', taking still more of his root into her mouth until it poked her throat and she pulled back, involuntarily gagging.

"Oh baby, baby," cried Kent, "you are doing so well, just relax a little bit. Don't fight it and don't try to take too much too fast."

Encouraged by his words but still blocked, she took her mouth away. "Daddy, I can do this but I neeed a better angle," she complained.

"OK, sweetie, try this, "Kent suggested, "turn around and lay on your side with your pussy near my face and we'll work on each other."

Rose pulled off her tap pants and followed his suggestion. Kent stuffed his ears between her thighs and his tongue in her pussy's delicious crevice, while Rose re-engaged his dick with her mouth. Her tears had dried, but her jaws still ached from the first assault, however this was a more comfortable position and she got almost all of his staff into her mouth.

Rose loved the way her dad slithered his tongue in and out and tugged on her clit with his lips. As she concentrated on that great feeling, she relaxed and opened her mouth more and felt Kent slide in and out, even to the top of her throat, with no more ache or gagging. Rose's hips squirmed and her thighs squeezed her dad in a powerful vice and Kent thought "OMG, I am face fucking my daughter and she is coming heavy!"

Rose moved automatically, reflexively, and though her dad's fat cock prevented her from shouting, she mewled loudly with joy in her orgasm.

Kent pulled himself out of her mouth. Holding her shoulders, he repositioned his daughter to face him, astride his stomach in a half-squat. Pushing her back and down he lunged his hips up and forward and her cunt was impaled in a single instant. Running his hands down her satin front and then up inside her teddy to her breasts, he tweaked her nipples as they stiffly stood against her puffy areolae. Gently at first, then harder and faster, he raised and lowered his loins. Rose matched his pumping with her own thrusting hips and pulled his chest hairs and pinched him, as she again approached her orgasm. Kent was ready, too and as she shook and shuddered he plunged deep into her rut and emptied his reservoir.

Laying together and recovering, she twirled his chest hair in her fingers and nuzzled his neck while he absent mindedly caressed the small of her back and her shoulder blades. They were interrupted by a knock on the connecting door and Arthur calling "Wake up, sleepy heads! Gotta get on the road!"

"No worries, Dad," Kent replied, "We're getting there. and then he swatted his daughter's bare but and said, "C'mon...Rose. time to get dressed for school!"