The rest of the night was crazy. I couldn't possibly detail all of it. But in short, here's what happened.

My son came out...that's where we left off. I was riding Joey and blowing Luke. There was a hole left unfilled. By ass. As I was riding up and down I whipped my hair back over my shoulder, looked at him, then down at my ass. He got the picture. Any worries were gone. Everybody was fucking everybody that night. We all knew it. We would deal with the blowback in the days to come. But for now...we were all lust blind. 

He came over, already hard. I sucked it to get it wet. His toes were already curling. Then I leaned forward, his friend Joey's cock still inside me. Son got behind and penetrated my ass. It was the ultimate taboo DP, with an extra one in my mouth. All my holes were filled. I came multiple times. Eyes blurred, body was shaky - like some sort of hazy transitional scene in a film. I can't remember the details of those moments. All I know is I felt cum pump inot my ass, pussy, and mouth...seemed like all at once.

My daughters came, astounded and shocked. But eventually we had them join. All the boys fucked the girls. There was double penetration, gagging, cum on faces and in pussies. Fisting, pissing on each other. It was a blind orgy of the basest imagining. How wrong and filthy it was that we all had holes filled by each other, and bodily fluid exchanged everywhere. Cocks went into all holes of all girls. I hope no one gets pregnant. In the hieght of this orgiastic frenzy, no one cared anymore which set of genitlia was consuming them. It was a freeing of strictures so fantastic and organic, that I don't know that it could ever again be achieved. Lesbian activity, incest, consuming fluids. It was pure ecstasy. The last thing I recall is riding my daughter's face and squirting. It seems the rest has escaped me. We were all drinking alcohol as well to smooth the transition.

The next morning - last Sunday - we all slowly and quietly packed our things. We said our goodbyes, took our separate vehicles and came back to our city.  Things have organically returned to a state of normalcy - insofar as its possible - over the course of the week. 

We haven't spoken of it since. Will anything like this occur again? I can't say. But I know we all changed that night for sure. There will always be a door open, no matter how narrowly ajar, to slide back into the unspoken fantasies of that night. That night at the cabin.

Fin.