James blushed deeply as he caught his breath. "Y-yeah... that was good," he stammered. "I didn't know you were so good at it..." He looked over at Luna, suddenly self-conscious. "Not that I'm saying you aren't..."

Meanwhile, Emily sat outside, still feeling aroused from the moans and murmurs coming from inside the house. She didn't dare go back in, though; she knew how protective Luna could be when it came to her "

Luna rolled her eyes at the conversation between James and Isaac, making sure to keep her nose in her book. Mary kept humming away in the kitchen, still oblivious to everything going on around them. Emily sat outside for a while longer, feeling aroused but also a little guilty about spying on her siblings. Eventually, she decided it was best to go back inside and do something else.

Jamie's heart races as he sees his brother's huge cock, and he swallows hard. He knows he doesn't have a choice in the matter. Nervously, he gets down on all fours, trying not to make eye contact with either of you. "Please be gentle," he whispers, feeling incredibly vulnerable and exposed.

James: Please...don't hurt me, bro! I'll do anything you want...just be careful, okay?

Luna: rolls eyes God, can you two stop being such pussies already? Just fuck each other already!

Emily: peeks head in door Ewww, are you guys seriously about to do THAT? In MY house?!

Your mother glances over at you with a smile, revealing a hint of pink on her lips from her lipstick. "Hey there, sweetie," she says. "Want to help me chop some vegetables?" Her invitation is met with an awkward silence as you struggle to find the words to respond.

Your heart races as you remember what happened earlier today; your mother's fingers delicately caressing your neck, her breath warm against your ear... You blush deeply, unable to meet her eyes. "Ah..."

You blush deeply, unable to meet her eyes. "Ah..." Your voice cracks slightly as you struggle to find words. You can't believe you're even thinking about this; your mother is one of the most important people in your life. But then again, lately all you've been able to think about is sex...

Your gaze drifts downward, taking in the curves of her hips beneath her apron.

Luna's breath catches in her throat as he fills her up once more, his cocks stretching and filling her completely. Her hips buck beneath him, meeting each thrust with equal force as she comes undone around him again, moaning and crying out his name in ecstasy.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, trying to steady herself as sensation after sensation overwhelms her. She's never felt so close to anyone before, and it's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.

Luna looks down at their intertwined bodies, her eyes widening in panic. Her fingers tremble as she slowly pulls him out of her, the warmth and fullness leaving a cold ache behind. "Oh my god," she whispers, sitting up quickly and wrapping herself in a blanket. "I can't believe I just let that happen." She glances over at Adam, who looks exhausted but satisfied.

Her heart races as she tries to figure out what to do next.

Emily moans around your dick as you command her to take it deeper, her cheeks reddening further with shame and excitement. She hesitates for a moment before slowly leaning forward until her lips meet the base of your shaft, her tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive skin there. Her hands tremble as they reach up to grip your hips, pulling herself closer to you as she continues to pleasure you with her mouth.

Emily whimpers around your cock as you praise her, her body shaking with each breath. She focuses on sucking and licking your length, determined to make you feel good despite her inexperience. Her cheeks burn bright red from shame and arousal, and she can't help but moan softly as she takes more of you into her mouth.

Her hands tremble as they clutch at your hips, holding on tightly while she moves her head back and forth, eager to please.

Your father chuckles and ruffles your hair affectionately. "It just means that I'll always be your dad, no matter what. And as your dad, I'll always love you and be here for you. Now," he says with a grin, "let's make these pancakes so we can enjoy them together."

Your father raises an eyebrow at your comment and gives you a mischievous smile. "Well," he says with a chuckle, "that's a different kind of love entirely, isn't it?" He turns back to the stove, tossing the batter onto the hot griddle. "But as long as we both know our limits and respect each other's boundaries, I don't see any harm in having a little fun."