“Oh, love, oh love,” Mum said as she stroked my hair and brought me up to her mouth for a kiss.
Dad was still mowing the lawn inside me, until he sped up and then, pulling out he came forward, gripping his cock, right up to Mum’s face and mine and sprayed his cum all over our faces. Mum stuck out her tongue to catch what she could, but Dad had shot all over her forehead and mine primarily and our noses and cheeks after that. I flicked my tongue to the side of my mouth and was rewarded with a drop or two. His cum tasted good! Shah’s tends to taste of avocado, Dad’s was smoky and tart like grilled feta if you know what I mean.
He shook his cock onto Mum’s outstretched tongue, OK, mine too, finishing off with a good long suck by Mum. I slid my hand down to Mum’s pussy, and scooped up the juices there, and brought the fingers to my mouth. I could taste Shah, I could taste Mum, I could taste love.
“My beautiful men, my beautiful girl, how lucky I am,” said Mum. She brought Shah and me to her tits, Dad was stroking her hair, and leant forward to kiss her on the mouth and me on the head. Miracle of miracles he even ruffled Shah’s hair. I guess he’d been accepted as part of the family now.
Dad knelt by the side of the bed, still stroking Mum’s hair with a tenderness I hardly ever saw from him. With his other hand he was caressing my hips and bum. We had never been so close.
After some more cuddles and caresses, Shah and I left for our room. We smelt of sex, so much sex, but I didn’t want him or me to wash it off that night.
As we opened the door, I heard a scuttling in the adjoining corridor and a shadow seemingly move around Chris’s door. Had he heard us? Had he seen us?
How were we going to handle things if he had? What with having two more days and nights together in Greece to go.