She sat back and closed her eyes. Her nipples grew hard and she was responding to my rubbing but it was obvious that she wasn't going to get to climax... I slowly moved my face down to her pussy. I took her suit and moved it to the side. Her pussy was wet and slightly parted. I inserted a finger and my tongue went for her clit. It was hard and as soon as I touched it she arched her back. She was incredibly sensitive and as I worked her over with my mouth she came repeatedly.After several minutes. It was my mom and sister, I was not surprised. Those bitches were not wearing anything they were completely nude. My sister went and sat in the sofa near the bed, she sat in a relaxing way.My mom also followed her and was about to sit in the sofa that is when swamiji puled her by the hair and threw her to the bed.He gave her some sign my mom understood that and went near shuba and started to lick her pussy. Swamiji was standing on one end of the bed and shuba was sucking his cock while my mom. His whole puckered up and his body flinched. I did it again, this time slower. " Mmmm, Jan, I told you I'm still sore, " he groaned in a groggy, drunken voice. Sore from what?I licked again. And again. And again. Before I knew it, it was a full blown rimming. My little twink hands grabbed his thick cock from below and stroked it softly as I stuck my tongue in his ass. His hole was about the size of a penny. Like mine. That's where he was sore from. My aunt was pegging my uncle. At the least.. "Mmm!" she said as she poured her cup of coffee. "Toppings?" She asked. When I pointed at the container of maple syrup I had heating in a pan of water she grabbed the rest of the strawberries and a bowl and started chopping the remainder of them up, adding some sugar. She pulled a small container of whipping cream out, and was whipping that when Dad came in looking for coffee."Mmm!" he said. "What can I do?"I looked around. "I don't know Dad, I think we got the basics covered unless you want.