Ambitiously he began planning the next day. He'd get a good night's sleep, and in the morning he'd find some excuse to get his mother alone. He was pretty sure she wouldn't turn him down again. Then, after lunch, he'd take Cindy "swimming", and they could spend the whole afternoon enjoying each other. It was going to be a wonderful day.
They reached the tent, and Rick held the flap aside and allowed Betty to enter first. Then both of them stopped still and gasped. Rick couldn't believe his eyes at first, and when Betty screamed her protest, he hardly even heard her. His eyes were riveted to the fantastic scene on the cot – Cindy on her hands and knees, an ecstatic grin on her face, while Dad stood naked behind her, his long stiff cock poked deep into her cunt. They twisted their heads to look at Betty and Rick. Dad looked as if he'd been caught robbing a bank, thunderstruck and sheepish. But after her first moment of surprise, Cindy caught Rick's eye and winked.
Rick winked back. He felt sudden excitement as he thought of how this chance encounter could be exploited to his advantage. But Betty burst into tears. "Oh, my God, Herb!" she said. "How could you? How could you do such a terrible thing?"
Sheepishly Herb moved away from his daughter. He started to speak but seemed to be able to say nothing. He only looked at Betty, as if accepting any punishment she might choose to mete out. "You – rat!" she hissed. "How could anybody sink so low as to…"
"Now, just wait a minute, Mom!" Rick broke in angrily. "This isn't fair, and you know it! You've got no right to talk like that to Dad, not after what we just did!"
Cindy showed keen interest, and Herb's eyes narrowed. "Just what do you mean, son?" he asked.
"Rick, no!" gasped Betty, turning pale. "Please, don't say anything more!"
But Rick staunchly forged ahead. "Mom and I just finished making love, out there in the woods. So you two aren't doing anything we didn't do."
"Ohhhh!" wailed Betty. In an agony of shame, she sat down and buried her face in her hands. For a long moment, the others just looked at each other. Rick and Cindy were merely waiting for the awkward moment to pass, for their parents to come to their senses again. The scene held no moral implications for them. But Herb was struggling to overcome his deep shock. Betty and Rick? It seemed impossible, outrageous! If she was that desperate for a man, why didn't she take a lover her own age? Why choose a mere boy, her own son? Then Herb realized how hypocritical he was being. After all, in his hunger for a woman, he'd just made love to his own daughter. No, he could hardly criticize Betty. Yet just how should he handle this extraordinary situation?
Pulling himself together, he went over to his sobbing wife and began patting her shoulder. "All right, Betty," he said gently, "it's all right. Nobody's blaming you."
"Leave me alone!" she sobbed. "Don't touch me, you animal!"
"Mom, please!" cried Cindy. "Don't talk that way to Daddy! Ohhhh, I wish you two didn't have to fight all the time!" She, too, began to cry.
Rick hugged her protectively and said, "Cindy's right. You two just aren't very nice to each other. It really makes us unhappy. We wish there was some way you could be friends again."
Herb and Betty exchanged guilty looks. They hadn't realized how obvious their estrangement was to their children. And this was the reason they'd stuck together, in spite of their ruined marriage, in spite of everything, so the children wouldn't be hurt!
"I guess we've really made a mess of things," Herb admitted miserably. "We didn't think you noticed, kids. And we apologize. At least I do."
"Oh, so do I!" wept Betty. "I'm so sorry! I just don't know what to do now. Maybe, after all, it would be best if we got a divorce."
"No!" chorused Rick and Cindy.
"Please," Cindy added, "we love you both. We don't want to lose either of you. Isn't there some way you can make up? You must have been in love with each other in the beginning."
Herb and Betty looked at each other again. "Yes," said Betty, "we were very much in love."
"Well, then," said Rick, "why can't you be in love now?"
"It's not that easy, son," replied Herb. "We've had too many arguments, there's too much bitterness between us."
"Forget all that!" Cindy urged. "You're grown-ups, you ought to be able to act like it. Just forgive each other. It's really simple."
Herb and Betty laughed wistfully: "You're sweet kids," said Betty, "I really wish it was that simple, because we'd do anything to make you happy."
Rick said. "Well, maybe there's hope for you after all. I think I've got an idea." He whispered something to Cindy, and she laughed and clapped her hands.
"Rick has a wonderful idea!" she said. "We've decided that you two should make love, right here and now."
"What?" cried Betty, blushing deeply. "Oh, my goodness, I don't know…"
Herb looked awkward, too. "That's easier said than done, kids."
Rick and Cindy exchanged a long, smiling look. Then Cindy, her pert little tits bouncing, leaped off the cot and ran to Herb. She threw her arms around his neck, rubbing her soft little patch of mons fur against his dangling rubbery cock, and cooed, "Come on, Daddy, you've got to try! I'll even help you get ready!"
"Honey…" Herb began nervously. But before he could say anything else, his pretty little daughter had slipped to her knees in front of him and was taking his flaccid prick in her hands, petting and pumping it eagerly. Herb gasped and swayed, helplessly setting his hands on her shoulders for support. He felt he ought to protest, but as Cindy slowly sucked his limp meat into the velvety furnace of her mouth, the pleasure was so intense that he could only sigh and give himself up to it.
Betty watched this scene with wide, astonished eyes. Her little Cindy! How in the world had the girl learned things like this? It seemed that both Betty's children were sexually precocious. Indeed, as Betty watched, Rick snuck up behind her and eased her nightgown down, over her big swelling breasts.
"Rick!" she gasped.
The boy only grinned and began to fondle her tits, rubbing his stiff young cock suggestively against her buttocks. Betty felt dizzy. She also felt her nightgown slipping to the floor. She stood naked in her son's arms, and as their bare skin touched, she sighed deeply and felt the unmistakable heat and moisture of arousal deep in her vagina. Rick's busy hands stimulated her big breasts to swollen hardness, and then, as one of his hands trailed down over her body and sought out her clitoris, she moaned her excitement.
Herb heard her and glanced in her direction. His eyes widened in disbelief as he saw Betty panting and trembling, leaning against Rick, while the boy played with her tits and pussy. Herb hadn't seen his wife so aroused, so wonderfully sexy, in years.
Betty was no less surprised. As Cindy sucked him noisily and greedily, Herb began to pump his cock in her mouth, the shaft, emerging and disappearing rhythmically, long and stiff and thick. Betty hadn't even thought he could get it up any more, certainly she had failed to do it for him on the few occasions she'd tried.
So husband and wife looked at each other anew. Herb saw a beautiful, tall red-haired woman with magnificent jutting breasts, a woman with creamy flesh and voluptuous curves. Betty saw a well-built muscular man with a thick mat of chest hair and a deliciously long stiff prick. They gawked at each other, could not stop looking at each other in wonder and growing excitement.
Now the pace of Cindy's sucking increased, and her mischievous little hands sought out her father's dangling balls and puckered anal rim. As she tickled and teased him there, Herb snorted and bucked in high excitement, ramming his hard cock swiftly in and out of her juicy mouth. He felt his testicles swelling up tight as a drum, knew he was very close to shooting. He didn't give a damn if Betty was watching, he just had to cum!
Rick meanwhile hurried around and knelt in front of his mother, snaking his stiff tongue between the furry lips of her mons, licking and sucking deliciously at her tender, sensitive clit, labia, and vaginal mouth. Betty moaned hoarsely, and Rick felt her cream pooling out hotly to wet his face. He jammed his tongue into her oozing cunt, and she gasped and clutched his shoulders to steady herself. Her lovely body tensed, she was very close to orgasm. It was shameful, she knew, to get so carried away in front of an audience, but she just couldn't help it. She'd die if Rick didn't bring her off.