O Mother Dear (Part VI - Switch)

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Part 8 of the 22 part series

Updated 06/07/2023
Created 01/13/2015
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The players, all 18+ years old, leave the den. "America the Beautiful" lingers hauntingly.

Kent, Cherry Pearl and I were all
In need of a shower.
So we divided in the hall
To return in the hour.
O Family! O Family!
If I may please suggest,
A midnight snack when we come back
Before we take a rest?

As I stood in the shower's steam
Pearl slipped in from behind.
She grabbed my cock, it was no dream,
She must have read my mind!
O Daddy, Dear, O Daddy Dear,
I think I'll do your back!
Your butt I'll scrub, and tummy rub,
From button to ballsack!

Her left hand gave my balls a squeeze,
Not hard, but rather light.
As soon as I have restored these
I'm going to fuck you right!
O Daddy Dear, O Daddy, Dear,
It is my fervent wish
To feel your knob's most ardent throbs,
While you're within my niche!

I wanted to reciprocate
And lustily I sponged!
With soap, I helped her masturbate,
My slippery fingers plunged!
O Daughter, Dear, O Sister, Dear,
Your pussy's a delight!!
I lathered it, and slathered it
With suds, yet it stays tight!

We both perceived she's done the trick.
My cock was proud and fierce!
She spread her legs and held my dick
Where it was set to pierce!
O Daddy, Dear, O Daddy Dear,
Come fast, now I need you!
I gave a shove and shot my love
into her flooding slough!

Cherry, meanwhile, was all alone
And quickly ran a tub.
She soaked and started to moan
Imagining Kent's chub!
O Brother, Dear, O Brother, Dear,
I'm hungry for your meat!
And you'll soon find my round behind
Is not my only treat!

Tiptoeing down the corridor,
Cherry snuck in on Kent,
And when she saw her paramour,
She made clear her intent!
O Brother, Dear, I'm drawing near!
Let's hold each other close.
I want to binge on your syringe,
Give me another dose!

A camisole and sheer tap pants,
Beneath a terry robe,
Were what she wore, and for romance,
She perfumed an earlobe.
O Brother, Dear, O Brother, Dear,
You are so buffed and trim!
She bit his lips, and ground her hips,
And snuggled into him!

As Cherry's tongue wormed in Kent's mouth,
Her tits crushed to his chest.
His hands were moving North and South,
While hers worked East to West!
O Brother, Dear, O Brother, Dear
Your boxers form a tent.
I feel your rocks and firm buttocks
With my hand in the vent!

As Cherry's swollen nipples grew,
Kent raised her camisole,
And greedily he sucked and blew
Both tip and areole.
O Sister, Dear, O Sister, Dear
You hear me as I groan.
Now press my cheeks between your peaks
And feel how hard I've grown!

Kent lifted Cherry in his arms
And laid her on his bed.
Her opened robe displayed her charms.
Her blonde hair was outspread.
O Sister, Dear, your pants, so sheer,
Reveal your moistened gash.
Your sweet lips pout, your clit peeks out,
Beneath your pale mustache!

Positioned now between her knees
Kent's game became hopscotch:
First he'd give Cherry's calves a squeeze,
Then he'd tickle her crotch!
O Brother, Dear, O Brother, Dear,
You're driving me insane!
I've come so much, under your touch,
A long orgasmic chain!

Kent stripped his boxers and her taps
And pushed her thighs apart.
He elevated her kneecaps.
He was ready to start!
O Sister, Dear, O Sister, Dear,
Your cunt is opened wide.
Now ride my horse, and feel the force
Of my spume up inside!

Kent and Cherry were running late.
Our meeting was past due.
Pearl and I did not mind the wait.
We had plenty to do.
O Daughter, Dear, O Daughter, Dear,
Let's start to fix the food.
Oysters and clams, Sausage and hams,
Will keep us in the mood!

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