Heather leaned over, still pressing her bare crotch against her father's new and very hard erection. She pressed her lips against her mother's and kissed her deeply, relentlessly, until Janice relented and returned the ardor. She lowered her hand to her mother's chest and rubbed her breast, tweaking her nipple, drawing a gasp from her mom. Harold's mouth had returned to Heather's nipple and was driving her crazy, almost as much as what his hands were doing below her waist, with two fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, while another devilish digit was buried in her back door.

When she came for her father again, she pulled her...