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by Stayrr

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216. What Mom Doesn't Know 6-9 (47k)

What Mom Knows Fucks Her in White - Incest/Taboo

Three weddings in Vegas and some very submissive brides.

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Summary: Three weddings in Vegas and some very submissive brides.

Note 1: Thanks to MAB7991 and goamz86 for editing this chapter. A massive rewrite was written with Tex Beethoven in December 2018.

Note 2: This is part six of a continuing incest series (although it is much more complex than simply an incest story). I highly recommend you read the first five parts as the layered subplots may be confusing without the background information...but here is a very brief primer of the series so far:

In WHAT MOM DOESN'T KNOW WILL FUCK HER Eighteen-year-old Curtis goes to a Halloween party dressed in a costume designed for his absent father and fucks his beautiful mother.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER AGAIN Curtis takes part in an amazing threesome with his Mother and his fantasy girl the TV weather girl Miranda Collington.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER ASS Curtis begins dating the sexually exotic MILF Miranda while also continuing to fuck his Mother; and as the title suggests, Curtis takes his Mother's ass during a legendary evening where he fulfills a Trifecta, coming in his Mother's mouth, pussy and ass.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER IN THE AIR Curtis joins the Mile-High Club during an epic first class flight to Vegas with his Mom, his girlfriend Miranda, Mom's friend and ex-Mistress Ellie and a very submissive stewardess.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER IN VEGAS Curtis must try desperately to stop Mom's ex-Mistress Ellie from reclaiming his submissive mother; Curtis and his Mom have a heart to heart; Curtis, Miranda, Ellie and his Mom take part in a hot five-some in a church with a bride minutes before her wedding; Curtis and Miranda make a BIG decision.

And a reminder of the last few lines from chapter 5:

"Miranda Collington, will you marry me?" Curtis asked.

"Yes, Master," she smiled and I stood back up and kissed her with a mixture of tenderness, passion and dominance.

When our kiss finally broke to the sounds of applause from wedding guests and passersby alike, Miranda said, "So we need to really hurry if we're going to get married today."

"Today?" I repeated, surprised by her words.

"Well, when in Rome," she shrugged, leading me to a taxi. "But first I need a dress without any cum stains on it."

Twenty minutes later we were at a bridal shop and Miranda was trying on wedding dresses. I couldn't believe I was about to get married...to the woman of my dreams. The reality of it was absurd, but the past few weeks had been absurd, beautifully absurd and I was the luckiest man on the planet.

As Miranda disappeared into a changing room, I texted Mom:

What are you doing right now? I have big news.

My phone rang a minute later, but it was Ellie. "This better be good, as soon as we get back to the hotel my new slut will start her training."

"Don't you mean our slut?" I countered.

"Semantics," she replied flippantly, "What is this big news?"

"Miranda and I are getting married today," I answered.

"Excuse me?" she asked, surprised.

"In an hour at 'A Little White Wedding Chapel'," I added.

"You're serious?" she asked.

"Very much so," I affirmed, just as Miranda came out of the changing room dressed in white.

"Can you arrange a buy one, get one free wedding deal?" Ellie asked.

I didn't answer as I was completely mesmerized by my beautiful bride-to-be. Miranda stopped, posed and twirled.

"Hello?" Ellie said.

"Oh sorry, I'm just looking at Miranda in a wedding dress," I replied, still unable to take my eyes off her.

"Where are you?" she asked.

I gave her the address and she said, "We just drove past there. We'll be there in five, don't leave."

"Sounds good," I said, not really listening as I hung up and moved towards Miranda who looked even more beautiful in all white.

"So how do I look?" she asked.

"Radiant," I answered, the only word that remotely did her justice.

"I bet you say that to all the older women you decide to marry," she smiled.

"I suppose that's true," I quipped back, my cock hard just from looking at her. "But only the ones I ass fuck."

"Brat," she smiled.

"Big cocked brat," I corrected.

"You sure you want to do this?" she smiled, looking beautiful and insecure just like Julia Roberts in that Notting Hill movie Miranda had made me watch a couple of weeks ago.

"I've never wanted anything more in my life," I said.

"Not even when you banged your Mom?" she questioned, eyebrow raised.

"Which time?" I asked, avoiding answering the question.

"Slut," she teased.

"I prefer stud," I countered.

"So stud, was that your Mom you were talking to?" She asked.

"Ellie," I corrected.

"And?"

"They're on their way here as we speak," I said.

"To stop us?" she asked.

"Wait a minute," I said, realizing what Ellie had said way after the fact. "I think it's to buy some wedding dresses themselves!"

"Really?"

"I think so. I wasn't really listening after I got distracted," I smiled.

"By what?" she asked, her hand going to my crotch.

"Some super hot bride-to-be," I replied casually.

"Already straying," she teased.

"I'll never stray," I said sincerely, before adding, "without your being a part of it."

"Oh, you know just what to say to a gal," she laughed.

"I love you, Miranda," I said, wanting to make sure through all our playful banter that she knew without a doubt what she meant to me.

"I love you too, Curtis," Miranda replied. She leaned in and kissed me before adding, our brief moment of sweetness short-lived as usual, "Do you want one more fuck before you wear a ball and chain?" she teased.

"I hope you mean those in the kinky bondage sense," I replied playfully.

"You're so naughty," she smiled, grabbing my hand and leading me into the changing room.

"Here?" I asked, a few other women meandering through the store.

"Ever fucked a bride-to-be in a bridal shop?" she asked, removing the dress.

"Bride-to-be, yes; bride-to-be in a bridal shop, no," I said, looking at her perfect body, now in only white thigh high stockings.

"Well we'd better change that," she smiled, lowering herself to her knees and fishing out my cock.

Miranda barely had my cock in her mouth before I heard Ellie's voice.

"Stop having sex in the changing room and get out here," Ellie yelled loud enough for the other patrons to hear.

Miranda allowed my cock to slip out of her mouth, "Rain check?"

"Indeed," I smiled, as I put my cock away and Miranda stood up.

After a quick kiss, I left the room and saw Mom and Ellie already looking at wedding dresses.

Mom, seeing me, smiled tentatively, "I hear you're getting married."

"Crazy, isn't it?" I said, the sudden reality of our impulse decision hitting me completely.

"A little," she smiled, glancing over to Ellie.

"You okay with it?" I asked, wanting her approval.

"Of course," she smiled warmly, "You and Miranda are so perfect for each other. If I recall, I was the one who set you two up."

"That's true, isn't it," I laughed, the irony that my wife-to-be was my Mom's lesbian submissive.

"Even with our age difference?" I asked.

"Age is just a number, baby, it's what you feel here that matters," my guru mother of love explained, touching my heart. After a moment, she slyly squeezed my cock and added, "Of course, how you feel here is also pretty important."

"Oh Mom," I laughed.

"Now help me pick out a dress," she said.

"For what?" I asked.

"We're getting married too," Ellie said, interrupting our mother and son moment.

"Are gay marriages even legal in Nevada? Not to mention Mom is still married to Dad?" I asked.

"It won't be legally binding, just a symbol of your slut mother's unconditional loyalty to me," Ellie explained.

"Oh," was all I could muster. Suddenly feeling guilty, which was ironic since I'd been fucking Mom behind Dad's back for a while, I asked, "What about Dad?"

Mom looked guilty but answered, "I just don't love him anymore."

"Because you love me," Ellie added.

"Yes, Mistress, I love you," Mom admitted, her cheeks going red.

"And you are my slut," Ellie continued.

"I'm both of your sluts," Mom corrected.

I added, "Remember Ellie, you and Mom can have a relationship. But I'm still the one in charge."

Ellie glared at me but didn't say anything.

Deciding to push my luck, I ordered, "Tell me who your Master is, slut Ellie."

Her glare would have rattled most men, yet after having her submit to me in the church I felt confident I had her under my thumb so long as I kept reinforcing our roles. Her glare turned to Mom who didn't back her up but said, "Mistress Ellie, my son and I are a package deal, remember?"

Her teeth clenched, steam ready to shoot out of her ears, Ellie answered me, "You are."

"I am what, slave Ellie?" I continued wanting to make her say it.

"My Master," she admitted; even though I knew Mom was going to pay for Ellie's humiliation, I also knew she often craved being punished by her Mistress and sometimes even went out of her way to provoke that punishment, so I pushed even further.

"And your mouth, cunt and ass are mine to use as I please," I clarified.

Ellie stared at Mom again, but Mom again supported me and said, "Ellie, you are my Mistress, but Curtis is not only my Master but your Master too if you want to keep me."

"So I have to submit to your son and obey all his bullshit orders to keep you?" Ellie asked, clearly pissed.

"Without hesitation," Mom said, enjoying her brief moment of power over Ellie.

"And in return?" Ellie asked.

"You get the whole farm: I divorce my husband, move in with you or you with me and become your obedient lover," Mom answered. After a brief moment she added, her tone vulnerable and sincere, "I love you Ellie, I always have, but I love Curtis as well. I know I want to return to my submissive relationship with you, Ellie, and am willing to do every sick and twisted thing you make me do, but I also need Curtis as my son, my Master and, well, my safety next. Truth is, I need you both."

This seemed to soften Ellie's firm resolve, "Fine."

"Fine, what?" I asked, knowing that although I wasn't really a dominant personality, I needed to portray one in this lineup to curb Ellie's strong, impulsive persona.

"Fine, two of my holes are yours," she said, crudely.

"Don't pretend you didn't love my cock fucking you, Ellie, your body betrayed you," I said smugly, deciding not to push the third hole yet.

"How about this one?" Mom asked about a wedding gown, trying to change the topic.

"Go try it on," Ellie ordered, getting back to her dominant persona.

"Yes, Mistress," Mom obeyed.

The next few minutes all three women tried on wedding dresses and I was in white stockings and dress heaven.

On the way back to the church twenty-five minutes later, Ellie demanded we pull over at a sex shop where she ran in and returned with a bag. Her devious smile had me curious but I didn't ask, assuming I would soon find out.

Half an hour later Miranda and I were married. I can't explain how great it felt to say those simple words, "I do." Her smile, the twinkle in her eye and the warmth that spread over me when she repeated those same two words were indescribable. Although I was eighteen and had just married a woman twice my age, nothing had ever felt so right in my life.

Ellie had to really work to convince the minister to fake marry them as it was very unorthodox, yet Ellie usually got her way, and this was another example. The church was closed for the next two hours and only the four of us, the minister and a pretty but chubby twenty-year-old girl who was videotaping our weddings for posterity were present.

The lesbian ceremony was unique, hot and twisted as Ellie and Mom had found some time to make up their own vows, which were hot as hell.

Mom fell to her knees and kissed Ellie's feet before looking up into her Mistress' eyes and saying:

I, Alexis Charlesworth the submissive, take you, Mistress Ellie Weatherton, to be my wedded wife, owner and Mistress. With deepest joy I crawl to my rightful place at your feet. I happily give you my life, my mouth and my... (after a pause) my cunt and ass as I confidently entrust myself to you unconditionally as your loyal servant. I will cleave unto you, loving you, obeying you, submitting to you without hesitation to please you as both a wife and a slave. Therefore, throughout my life, I give you my heart, my mind and my body to use as you please. I pledge unconditional obedience to you as your wife, slave and slut.

The look on the minister's face was priceless as was the one on the woman taping the ceremony. My cock was hard as a rock and Miranda, now my wife, decided to do something crazy to add to this craziest day of my life. She fished out my cock, stood up from the pew to raise her wedding dress and lower her wet cunt onto me. She didn't ride me, she just sat on my lap, her warmth enveloping me as we continued to watch and lend our support to this unique lesbian wedding ceremony.

Ellie said, turning to me with a self-satisfied smile before returning her gaze to Mom, who was still kneeling:

I, Mistress Ellie Weatherton, take you, submissive Alexis Charlesworth, to be my wedded wife, slave and submissive. With the deepest pleasure I come, both literally and figuratively, to my rightful place standing above you. I happily will take control of your entire life, making all your decisions for you, taking your mouth, cunt and ass as I wish both for my pleasure and to satisfy your need for obedience as I become your powerful, caring Mistress. I will cleave unto you, loving you, instructing you, training you with compassion to turn you into a good, loyal and content submissive wife and slave. Therefore, throughout my life, I give you my heart, I give you my cunt to eat, my body to pleasure and honor, I pledge unconditional discipline and training as your wife, Mistress and owner. But even though you are unconditionally mine, I acknowledge I am also unconditionally yours.

Miranda, Ellie's nasty words super twisted and hot, began slowly riding my cock in the tiny church while the wedding was taking place.

"Do you have rings?" The minister asked long-sufferingly. He just wanted this sacrilege to be over.

"Something like that," Ellie smiled, bending down and reaching into a bag next to her feet.

"Oh my," the minister gasped, as Ellie pulled out a collar and leash.

"Oh my indeed," Ellie replied as she leaned down to Mom and fastened the black collar around her neck. The scene was so crazy, so hot and so surreal, I tapped Miranda's ass and she resumed slowly moving up and down on my cock as we continued to watch the ceremony.

Ellie handed the minister a piece of paper. He looked at it and his eyes went big. After a brief pause he looked at Ellie who just nodded, then stammered, clearly stunned by what he had witnessed so far and just read, looked down at Mom and said, "You may pleasure your Mistress."

Miranda and I watched as she rode me, starting to move faster, as Mom rose from a crouched position to an upright kneeling one and Ellie lifted up her dress. Mom leaned forward and licked Ellie's cunt.

Ellie moaned, "That's it, my submissive bride, lick your Mistress's cunt."

The minister, clearly overwhelmed, looked up and saw that Miranda was riding me, the subtleness of her originally sitting on my cock now gone as she began moaning and bouncing up and down on me, filling herself with my cock and her need.

Ellie grabbed Mom's head and rubbed her cunt all over Mom's face before letting her go.

Mom stood back up and returned to her original position, her face now shiny with Ellie's wetness.

"I-I-I now pronounce you dominant wife and submissive wife," the minister declared.

"Yeeeeees," Miranda screamed, both celebrating the faux lesbian marriage as well as the orgasm she was reaching.

"Slut, please reward the minister," Ellie ordered.

Mom was confused.

"Suck his cock, you dumb bimbo," Ellie ordered, before looking at the camera girl and demanding, "Keep filming."

"Yes, Mistress," Mom agreed, dropping back to her hands and knees and fishing out the minister's cock, which was rock hard.

"Oh God," the minister groaned, which made me laugh considering where we were. Was he praying for deliverance or in thanksgiving?

Miranda begged me, "Please hubby, cum in your wife's cunt, I want to feel you fill me up."

Ellie meanwhile pulled out a strap-on cock from the bag, put it on, flipped up Mom's wedding dress and filled her cunt as she continued sucking the stunned minister.

The act was so erotic, the place so sinful, and watching my Mom get fucked while in a wedding dress wearing white thigh highs was too much and I shot my load deep inside my new bride.

Miranda screamed, "Yeeeeessss, I loooove youuu!!"

"I love you tooooooo!" I groaned as she milked my cock of every last drop of cum.

"Aaaaah!" the minister cried out, making a hilarious face while coming in Mom's mouth.

As soon as he pulled out and urgently stuffed himself back in his trousers, Mom got animated, "Oh yes, Mistress, fuck my cunt hard, I'm all yours!"

Miranda stopped riding me but continued sitting on my cock as we watched Ellie consummate her faux marriage with my Mom.

"Tell me who you love," Ellie demanded.

"Yooooou!" Mom declared.

"Who are you married to?" Ellie questioned, slamming hard into her submissive bride.

"My Mistress Ellie," Mom screamed, near her own orgasm.

"Come my slut, come on my cock," Ellie ordered.

"Oh yes...so close...Mistress...shit...harder...damn it...god...so good...yes...yes...fucking shit fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck!!" Mom screamed as she gave in completely to her submission and the pleasure that came with it.

Miranda leaned back into me and whispered, "That was so fucking hot!"

I glanced over to the chubby girl who was still videotaping and saw she was rubbing herself. I playfully asked my new slut wife, "Want a snack?"

"I can still eat pussy?" Miranda smiled playfully.

"It should have been in the vows," I joked.

"I know, we really should have created our own vows," Miranda teased.

"Maybe in five years when we renew them," I smiled.

Just as Miranda was going to offer her services to the chubby girl, Ellie ordered, "Camera girl, get your ass over here."

The camera girl quickly moved her hand away from her pussy and stammered, "P-p-pardon?"

"Come here, now!" Ellie demanded firmly, as she unstrapped her strap-on.

The girl obeyed tentatively, horny and nervous and completely out of her element.

When the girl reached Ellie, Ellie asked, "Have you ever eaten pussy?"

"O-o-once," the girl admitted, her face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and horniness.

"Let's make it twice," Ellie countered, putting her hands on the young girl's shoulders and guiding her onto her knees.

The girl stared at Ellie's pussy as Ellie lifted up her dress but was paralyzed with indecision.

"Get licking," Ellie ordered.

The girl leaned forward and buried her face in Ellie's cunt.

"Go eat the poor girl," I whispered to Miranda.

"Yes, Master," she whispered back playfully, getting off me, a mixture of my and her cum leaking onto me. "Sorry," she shrugged, as she lowered her wedding dress.

"It's the price of love," I joked.

"I'll pay that price every day," she smiled, bending down and swallowing my cock whole.

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Standing back up, she smiled, "Love you, baby."

"Ditto," I smiled as she winked and walked up to Ellie and the unnamed chubby girl pleasuring Ellie.

Ellie smiled, "I was about to make Alexis do that."

"Our master ordered me to," Miranda said, stressing the first two words, a reminder that I was in charge of all three of these blushing brides.

Ellie didn't say anything, instead grabbing the girl's head and holding her deep in her cunt.

Miranda lifted up her wedding dress, lowered herself behind the kneeling girl, lifted up the girl's skirt, ripped the pantyhose at the crotch, tugged the panties aside and buried her face in the girl's pussy.

As I watched the lesbian threesome, mom came over to me, carrying her own leash and handed it to me as she sat down beside me. My cock was shrinking but still not put away. Mom smiled awkwardly, "So that was strange."

"Strange is the new normal," I joked.

"If that isn't the truth," she smiled.

"You sure about leaving Dad?" I asked, although it was probably way too late to change her mind.

"We've been living a façade of a marriage for a while, baby. The fact that he couldn't attend the Halloween party was just another symptom of our drifting apart," Mom said.

"It's going to be weird," I said, thinking of returning home married and Mom leaving.

"Weird is the new normal," Mom smiled.

"Touché," I laughed.

"Lick faster," Ellie demanded, as Mom and I kept talking.

"We all deserve to be happy son, and I was never happier than when I was with Ellie," Mom said.

"Not even when I was born?" I joked.

"God no, you had a huge head and hurt like hell coming out," she joked, as she grabbed my cock, rolling her fingers around its head before adding, "although now your head feels so good going in."

"Aaaaaaah," I moaned, her fingers teasing me so gently.

"You were the primary blessing of my marriage," Mom smiled, before adding, "first as a son, then second as a lover and Master."

"You will always be my Mom first," I groaned.

"I love you, Curtis," Mom said, leaning in and kissing me, not very motherly.

"I love you too, Mom," I replied, between kisses.

"Fuuuuuck, yes," Ellie screamed, as she came on the girl's tongue.

"Shouldn't you have given Ellie her first post-marriage orgasm?" I asked.

"I suppose so," Mom shrugged, "but it's really all up to her now," then bending down and taking my cock in her mouth, "...and up to you, dear Master."

The girl, who was apparently British based on her accent, began getting animated and vocal once Ellie let her head go. "Oh bloody hell, keep licking that cunnie, whoever you are!" she begged as she looked behind her to see who was giving her such pleasure.

Ellie ordered, "Finger her ass, slut."

Miranda obeyed the order and slipped a finger in the moaning British girl's ass.

"Bollocks, not my arse too!" the girl screamed, her accent so sexy and naughty.

Mom just swirled her tongue around my cock top, leisurely sucking like she would savour a lollipop.

"Oh blooooody fucking heeeeell," the girl screamed as she fell forward, her orgasm hitting her a few seconds later.

Miranda looked up at me, her face glistening, and shook her head playfully as she saw my mother's head in my lap.

Five minutes later, all of us composed and dressed again, we were back outside, the only obvious difference between before and after being mom was still wearing a collar, although Ellie had kindly unclasped the leash.

"So now what?" I asked.

"We have two hours until the supper," Miranda said, glancing at her watch.

"And I need time to recover," I joked.

"Let's go shop for a bit," Ellie suggested.

"In your wedding dresses?" I asked.

"Why not? We're all brides," Ellie shrugged.

"Sounds good to me," Mom said.

We shopped for an hour before returning to the hotel for the ladies to change into dresses for the supper and dance for Brittany and Mark's wedding. I joked, "You should all wear your wedding dresses too."

Miranda smiled, "That would be funny, but I think letting him know his wife is a submissive to us will be more fun."

Ellie agreed, "I concur, let's celebrate our weddings on his dollar."

"Sounds good to me, it is an open bar, right?" I asked.

"Mark is a cheapskate, but it'll be open for us," Miranda said.

Ellie again agreed, "I'll make sure of that."

I stayed in my suit, the girls each kept on their white matching thigh highs and put on new dresses.

Mom wore a white dress, not specifically a wedding dress, but it was obviously symbolic to her new status as submissive bride. Her cheeks red, she still looked delicious with her almost platinum blonde hair and her blue eyes sparkling even more than usual.

Ellie wore a green patterned dress that barely held in her voluptuous breasts. Her red hair, green dress and white thigh highs kind of made her look like she was extra festive for a Christmas party rather than a wedding, but she looked crazy hot.

Miranda, my blushing bride, came out of our bedroom last, dressed in a light blue cocktail dress that was surprisingly long and conservative for her, but which made her look elegant and classy, clearly going for a look to make her ex wish he had her back.

Half an hour later we were at the wedding reception and waiting for the food to be served. The tinkling of glasses being rather passé for getting the newly wedded couple to kiss, Mark's brother, the MC, announced that everyone must tell a story about the bride, groom or couple.

Ellie said, "Watch this," and sauntered up to the microphone near the newly married couple. She said, "Good evening, I have not known Brittany for very long but I will say she left a lasting impression on me and I think I left a lasting impression on her as well." She blew the blushing bride a saucy kiss.

Our group broke out in laughter at the innuendo that only our group and Brittany caught on to.

Kristina, the black (hot chocolate) co-worker, as well as three other co-workers, all male, were sitting at our table and all looked at us, confused.

Miranda shrugged, "Inside joke."

This had the rest of us break out into laughter even more as we all knew the answer to the unasked question, 'inside what?'

Brittany went beet red and Mark looked confused before Ellie said, "Well, let's see a kiss, you two."

They did, as Ellie strutted triumphantly back to us. Over the next hour we chatted with our tablemates, listened to lame cutesy stories of the couple from their actual friends, and ate a delicious meal, all while drinking three bottles of wine between the eight of us. (Nobody was making an issue of my age, so I joined in.)

Miranda whispered, only five of us still at the table, the guys going for a smoke and not yet returning, "Do you want your wedding present soon?"

I answered sincerely, "You are my wedding present."

"Aaaaaah, how cute," she smiled before adding, "but I was thinking of a reverse Oreo cookie."

"Sounds utterly delicious," I said, glancing at Kristina who was such a black goddess that she could be the poster girl for black gorgeousness.

"Be a good boy tonight and we'll check off one more item on your sexual bucket list," Miranda purred, squeezing my growing cock under the table.

"That list is shrinking fast, I may have to create another, more risqué one," I joked.

"Hmmmmmm," she smiled, glancing at her ex.

"What are you thinking, my devious little bride?" I asked, able to read that she was already thinking of the next game.

Miranda said, "Time to spice up this funeral...for Brittany."

"Do tell," I smiled.

"I'll get her up to her room for a little dessert," she smiled.

"I'm listening," I said.

"Ellie, what room is Brittany in?" Miranda asked.

"She was in 1242, but I believe they have the honeymoon suite for tonight," Ellie answered, "Why?"

"I think it's time for a little re-enactment of this afternoon," Miranda said.

"Hmmmmm?" Ellie smiled.

"What does that mean?" Kristina asked.

"Can you keep a secret?" Ellie asked.

"Knowing Miranda, this will be a secret worth keeping. Of course," Kristina replied, dying to hear the latest gossip.

"We gave Brittany quite the pre-wedding present," Ellie said.

Kristina paused to process the implication of Ellie's words. Her eyes suddenly went big. "Who did?"

"All four of us," Ellie said.

"No way," Kristina said, shocked but smiling.

Miranda asked, "Want to join our growing posse to humiliate Mark?"

"Of course," Kristina said, disliking Mark as much as everybody else did.

Miranda added, stressing the last word, "Just so you know, we share everything."

Kristina again was still working out the implication of Miranda's words when Miranda's other hand went under the table and began stroking Kristina's leg.

Again realization instantly hit as Kristina said playfully, "Oh, my goodness!"

"I will have you screaming those exact sentiments tonight, Kristina," Miranda promised, as Kristina's face blushed, not pink of course but darker, which made her look even hotter.

Ellie added, "Be careful, once you get caught in Miranda's web of lust, it's impossible to break free."

Kristina, already drawn in completely by Miranda like everyone seemed to be, let out a light moan, Miranda's hand apparently no longer just on her leg, as she moaned, "Mmmmmmm... I think I'll take the risk."

"Be back in five," Miranda said, squeezing my cock once more and kissing me quickly.

Mom asked, "Where is she going?"

"To create havoc," I said, following her with my eyes as she bounced over to speak to one of the servers. She spoke with her briefly and then the server went over to Brittany and whispered something in her ear. Brittany instantly glanced to Mark, who was chatting with his brother, before looking towards our table just as Miranda rejoined us.

Ellie beckoned and Brittany nodded before saying something to Mark and then walking towards us.

Reaching our table, Brittany looked doubtfully at Kristina but Ellie said, "It's okay slut, she knows about your eagerness to eat cunt."

Well, I thought to myself, she does now!

"Oh my God, please not here," Brittany gasped, mortified by Ellie's frank words.

"Speak to me like that again you dirty, fucking, lesbian, cunt-licking whore and I will have you crawling under this table and eating us all right here, right now. Is that fucking clear?" Ellie asked, her tone scaring even me.

Brittany's eyes went big and she was close to crying as she stammered, "S-s-sorry."

"Sorry what, slut?" Ellie asked, still terse, enjoying her power over the blushing bride.

"Sorry, Mistress," Brittany corrected.

"Much better," Ellie said her tone softening. "Now Miranda, what did you have in mind for our pet?"

Miranda smiled, "Well, after such a great meal, I think our bride needs some dessert and we could all use to burn a few calories."

"That's a great idea," Ellie nodded. "Slut, lead us to your honeymoon suite."

"N-n-now?" Brittany asked.

"No time like the present," Ellie shrugged.

"But the speeches will be starting in fifteen minutes," Brittany pointed out.

"They won't start without you," Ellie countered, before finishing the conversation, "Let's go, now."

Defeated, Brittany stammered, "O-o-okay."

"Lead the way, cunt licker," Ellie ordered, loving to humiliate the bride (or anyone else).

Brittany turned, not looking back, and obediently marched out of the hall, all of us following. I glanced to the head table and saw that Mark was watching us walking away single file behind his bride. I don't know why, but I waved a cheery 'bye bye' before realizing it was probably a bad idea.

Once in the elevator, Ellie, wanting to shock Kristina by throwing her into the deep end, ordered, "Slut, suck your son."

"Yes, Mistress," Mom obeyed, dropping to her knees and expertly retrieving my stiff cock, as I recalled our romantic time in the elevator just yesterday.

Kristina gasped, as Mom devoured my whole cock, "Is that really his Mom?"

"Yep," Ellie nodded.

"Wow," was all Kristina could say as she watched the incest action being performed right in front of her.

Miranda explained, "Alexis is my Mistress, Ellie is Alexis' Mistress, Curtis is my husband as of a couple of hours ago and he is also the Master of us all."

"Wow?" Kristina asked, trying to take in all she was learning.

"...including very soon...you," Miranda added.

"W-w-what?" Kristina stammered.

"You heard me," Miranda said, moving in close to the black beauty.

"I...don't...know," Kristina said, clearly overwhelmed with what was happening and yet being lured in by the seductive irresistible beauty that was my wife.

"Master, may I kiss Kristina?" Miranda asked.

"Of course," I moaned, Mom really bobbing up and down on my cock like a hungry whore.

Miranda moved in and kissed Kristina, who didn't give the least bit of resistance.

Unfortunately before I could shoot my load in Mom or watch more of Miranda's seduction of Kristina, the elevator began slowing down, a few stories from the top.

Mom allowed my cock to slip out of her mouth and hugged me close so my erection wouldn't show, Miranda stopped kissing a stunned but willing Kristina and Ellie quipped, "To be continued."

The elevator opened and a middle-aged couple, dressed in a dress and a suit, entered the elevator. As soon as the door closed, and the couple pressed the floor directly below ours, Ellie ordered, smiling, "Slut Alexis, return to your task."

Mom had told me some of what Ellie was capable of, but this was the first time Miranda, Kristina or I had ever entered her Never-Never-Land.

Mom's face went beet red but she obeyed, dropping to her knees, retrieving my cock and devouring me whole.

The woman gasped, the man's mouth dropped open.

Ellie, revelling in the power of shock value, asked, "Would you two care to join us in a few minutes of sexual debauchery?"

"What? God, no," the shocked woman responded.

"Too bad, my bride slut here would eat your cunt until you came all over her pretty face, wouldn't you Brittany?" Ellie asked.

"Yes, Mistress," Brittany said, before adding, "I would also take the gentleman's cock in my tight ass while I pleased his wife."

"Enough!" snapped the woman as the elevator again slowed down.

"Your loss," Ellie shrugged.

Mom kept bobbing back and forth on my cock even as the elevator door opened, which was strangely exhilarating.

"Let's go, Bill," the woman said, pulling him out of the elevator. It took two strong tugs to get him moving.

He looked back for one more glimpse at my mother going to town on my cock as Ellie said, "Too bad Bill, now we have only one man to please our five cunts and asses."

Miranda broke into laughter as the door closed and the rest of us followed. "Ellie, you're one of a kind!"

"Don't you dare come yet, stud," Ellie ordered me, her emphasis on the word 'stud' sarcastic. "I have plans for that load of yours."

I quipped, "Why? Do you want it in that ass of yours?"

"You wish," she quipped back.

"Don't make me show you who's in charge, Ellie," I said firmly, trying to replicate her glare.

She glared defiantly back at me just as our elevator reached our destination.

Mom again allowed my cock to slip out of her mouth as she stood back up and said, "You can deposit your load in my ass anytime you want, Master."

"I know Mom, thanks," I smiled playfully.

Brittany led us to her honeymoon suite which was very nice. It had a large Jacuzzi, a bottle of bubbly already chilling on a stand and a huge heart-shaped bed.

Miranda went to the bed, slipped out of her cocktail dress, opened her legs and ordered, "Come get your dessert, you little slut."

Brittany didn't hesitate, her earlier resistance having been swept away in the elevator. Still in her wedding dress, she lowered herself between my wife's legs and began licking.

Meanwhile, Ellie popped open the bubbly cooling for the wedding couple later and poured each of us a glass. After she handed out the glasses, including one to Miranda, we drank while watching Mark's bride pleasure mine.

"So back to why I didn't want you to come on your Mom," Ellie said.

"I'm all ears," I smiled.

"I want you to come all over Brittany's face, hair and dress," Ellie said.

"Delicious," Miranda said, pulling the bride deeper into her cunt.

"I think her face will already be covered with cum," I pointed out.

"True enough," Ellie laughed as Miranda screamed, "I'm coming, you dirty slut!"

"Who's next?" I asked.

"Let's allow our new guest to be serviced," Ellie suggested.

"How courteous of you," I joked.

Miranda said, "Get your black ass over here, sexy. The bride wants to give your Hershey a kiss."

Kristina, whose hand was already under her skirt and pantyhose, didn't need to be told twice as she scurried to the bed.

"Pantyhose?" Miranda questioned, as she reached down and ripped open the crotch of the hose. "Get licking, slut."

"Yes, Mistress," Brittany obeyed as she stole a glance at her watch.

I snapped my fingers at Ellie and pointed to my cock.

"I am not a dog," she said, her ice glare back in place.

"Come get your bone," I wittily quipped, playing on her words.

She gave me a 'you can't be serious' look and was about to say something when I ordered, my voice cracking like a whip, "Now!"

After a moment, she cursed, "Fuck, I hate that I can't resist you," as she moved to me, pulled out my cock and took it in her mouth.

"Funny, I love it," I countered, watching the beautiful domme-sub abide by my wishes.

I enjoyed the leisurely blow job as I watched the animated black beauty getting pleasured by the bride. The black-white contrast was adorably noticeable and turned me on. Of course, so was the idea of fucking Kristina.

Kristina's wicked mouth also enhanced the voyeuristic show. Some of what she said included, "That's it bitch, lick my chocolate sweetness!" and "Keep licking slut, like you'll be doing under my desk at work!" and "Only a dirty cunt-licking whore would leave her own wedding dinner to eat pussy!" and finally a precursor of something I'd never witnessed, "I can't wait to fist that tight box of yours!"

Finally Kristina screamed, "Oh fucking yes, you dirty whore, suck on my black clit, make your nigger Mistress come!"

Such words being horribly racist when said by someone white were an incredible turn on when screamed by someone of color in the heat of sexual bliss.

A moment later Kristina grabbed Brittany's head and pulled her deep inside her cunt as she screamed, "Fuuuuucking yeeeees!"

I replicated the aggressive head-hold as I surprised Ellie by grabbing her head and fucking her face, even as she gagged briefly at the sudden assault on her mouth.

Once Kristina let go of Brittany's head, I did the same to Ellie, who shoved herself away from my cock and snapped, "What the fuck was that?"

"A face fucking, which apparently you need some work on," I replied continuing the power struggle that I refused to lose.

"Fuck you," she snapped, standing up.

"If you insist," I said smugly, feinting a grab for her as she darted away.

"How about you just stick to the plan, go fuck the bride's face and cum all over her?" Ellie asked, not intimidated, just exasperated.

"If you insist," I joked again.

"I do," she said firmly, still trying to take charge in our power struggle.

I moved to Brittany, pulled her to face me, shoved my cock in her mouth and began fucking her face.

She gagged a bit at first but got used to the rough treatment as she moved her hand under her dress and to her cunt. Getting face fucked was turning her on.

Ellie ordered, clearly horny herself, "Slut Alexis, get over here."

"Yes, Mistress," Mom replied, going directly to Ellie, who had lifted up her dress.

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Mom needed no instructions as to what was expected of her as she fell to her knees and buried her face into Ellie, who was still standing.

I quipped, "A couple minutes of face fucking and you're ready to burst. Maybe you really are a sub playing a domme."

She just glared at me but didn't say anything, instead grabbing my Mom's head and shoving it deeper between her legs.

Miranda said to me, "That's it baby, fuck her face, bounce your balls off her chin."

I obliged and joked, "You know just the right words to say, my blushing bride."

"Just shove your cock down her fucking throat," Miranda replied, not a blush in sight.

"It's already starting," I sighed with a smile.

"What has?" Miranda asked confused.

"Already bossing me around," I joked.

"I know, I demand so much of you," she joked. "You're just a helpless slave to love!"

My balls were beginning to boil and for some reason the thought of coming on Brittany's face and dress seemed wrong since she already had a nice cunt-sheen on her face, so I decided to do something else.

Pulling my cock out of her mouth I ordered, "Squeeze those tits together."

Although unsure of my intent and close to coming herself from masturbating while I'd used her mouth for my own pleasure, she obeyed, leaning forward and giving me a nice target.

I aimed my cock down, furiously stroking my cock and in less than a minute my cum spurts shot down her cleavage and inside her dress.

Miranda purred, "You naughty boy."

"I learned from the best," I quipped as I shoved my cock back in the bride's mouth.

"We should at least get this accommodating girl off before we send her back to her wedding reception," Miranda said.

"It is the least we can do," I concurred. "Is that bottle of champagne empty yet?"

Miranda went to it. "All gone."

"Please bring it here, my sweet," I asked nicely.

Miranda did so with an evil grin, instantly understanding my intent.

I pointed, "Set it on the floor."

Miranda laughed, "You never stop surprising me. Not."

"So do you," I smiled whimsically, before pulling my cock out of Brittany's mouth and asking, "Do you want to come, slut?"

"God, yes," she moaned, completely forgetting her vows of a few hours earlier as she continued to be a sexual servant to all of us.

"Straddle that bottle and get yourself off," I ordered.

Her eyes went ride. "Can't you just fuck me with your big cock?"

"Oh I could, but I'm saving myself for my special wedding gift," I said, turning my hungry gaze to Kristina, who just smiled.

"I-I-I can't do that," Brittany stammered.

"I wasn't asking your opinion slut, fuck that bottle now," I ordered firmly.

Horny and defeated, Brittany ended her brief and futile defiance and moved to the bottle. Miranda, being the gracious sweetheart she is, held the bottle in place as the bride slowly lowered herself onto the long, thin bottleneck.

Ellie meanwhile screamed, "Yeeeees, I'm coming, slut!"

I glanced again at Kristina who now had her phone out and was recording the bride's nasty submissive act.

As Brittany slowly lowered herself on the bottle, she moaned as her long-neglected cunt was finally given some attention, albeit by a glass bottle. She kept her eyes closed, humiliated by the task as well as her obedience to do it on this...her wedding day.

Ellie asked me, annoyed, "Why didn't you come on her face?"

"I'm a gentleman," I smiled.

"Yes, that's exactly how I'd describe you," she sarcastically shot back.

I returned my gaze to today's original bride, who was awkwardly riding the glass bottle as her moans increased.

We all just sipped our champagne and watched the twisted kinky act.

Brittany kept her eyes closed as she began moaning louder and louder, more and more of the bottle filling her cunt and widening her more and more as well.

"Beg to come, slut," Ellie ordered.

Brittany opened her eyes and pleaded, "Oh Mistresses and Master, can your bride slut please come before going back to face my husband, parents and friends?"

We all sang out "Yes!" simultaneously and watched until a few seconds later Brittany screamed incoherent babble before falling forward and allowing her orgasm to riddle her.

Finishing our bubbly as Brittany finished her orgasm, Miranda began to put her dress back on.

I said, "No, no, my bride, I think you, me and Kristina here may perchance enjoy this room for a bit longer?"

"Hmmmm, ya think?" Miranda purred, looking at Kristina.

"I do," I nodded, moving over to stand in front of Kristina, dangling my semi-erect cock in front of her face.

She looked up at me and smiled, "And what do you want me to do with this?"

"Get it nice and hard for one of your other orifices?" I answered.

"Hmmmm," she moaned, "I believe I do please," opening her mouth and taking my cock between her lips.

Brittany staggered to her feet and asked, "May I please go back to the reception?"

"You may," Ellie and I both said at the same time, both of us looking at each other as if calling each other out like in the old west.

Letting her win this one, I returned my gaze to the beautiful black woman sucking my cock.

Ellie ordered, "Slut, let's go."

"Yes, Mistress," Mom agreed.

I watched them leave and soon it was just the three of us in the beautiful wedding suite.

Miranda joined us and said, "So is this how you imagined your wedding night?"

I laughed, "Can't say I ever imagined having a wedding night."

"Do you like your wedding present?" she asked.

Looking down at Kristina bobbing on my cock, I corrected, "If this fair damsel be willing, she is our wedding present."

"Aaaah, you're so sweet," Miranda smiled moving in and kissing me.

Finally breaking the kiss, I suggested, "I'll fuck her while she eats your pussy."

"I think that's a beautiful idea," Miranda agreed, but added, "Although I think we should relocate this to the Jacuzzi."

"What a great idea," I nodded.

I pulled my cock out of Kristina's sweet mouth and said, "Get naked except the pantyhose, my pet."

"Yes, Master," Kristina instantly obeyed, her lust for my cock undeniable.

A couple minutes later, I was fucking Kristina from behind while she licked Miranda's cunt. Miranda moaned, "That's perfect, my slut, how long have you wanted to please me?"

"Forever, Mistress," Kristina moaned, as my cock slammed into her from behind.

Miranda looked at me and smiled. The moment was strange for a married couple on their wedding night, yet for us it seemed completely appropriate.

I could see her love for me in her eyes and I felt an unconditional love that went way deeper than the crazy sex we had.

"Take her ass, baby," Miranda ordered as she grabbed Kristina's hair and pulled her lovely face deeper inside her cunt.

Pulling out of Kristina's cunt, I positioned my cock between her dark ass cheeks and watched in awe as my white cock slowly disappeared into her chocolate darkness.

As I slowly began fucking her ass, I looked at my bride who was rubbing her pussy up and down on Kristina's face and I thought to myself, I am the luckiest guy in the world.

THE END

The seventh part in this series, What Mom Knows Fucks Her Mom was released in February 2015.

What Mom Knows Fucks Her Mom - Incest/Taboo

Nana is seduced and dommed by daughter and grandson.

February 2015 monthly contest

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Summary: Nana is seduced and dommed by her daughter and her grandson.

Note 1: Thanks to Robert, Wayne and goamz86. A massive edit was done in December 2018 with Tex Beethoven.

Note 2: This is part 7 of a continuing incest series (although it is much more complex than a simple incest story). I highly recommend you read the first six parts as the layered subplots may be confusing without the background information...but here is a very brief primer of the series so far:

In WHAT MOM DOESN'T KNOW WILL FUCK HER Eighteen-year-old Curtis goes to a Halloween party dressed in a costume designed for his absent father and fucks his beautiful mother.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER AGAIN Curtis takes part in an amazing threesome with his Mother and his fantasy girl, the TV weather girl Miranda Collington.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER ASS Curtis begins dating the sexually exotic MILF Miranda while also continuing to fuck his Mother; and as the title suggests, Curtis takes his Mother's ass during a legendary evening where he fulfills a Trifecta, coming in his Mother's mouth, pussy and ass.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER IN THE AIR Curtis joins the Mile-High Club during an epic first class flight to Vegas with his Mom, his celebrity girlfriend Miranda, Mom's friend and ex-Mistress Ellie and a very submissive stewardess.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER IN VEGAS Curtis must try desperately to stop Mom's ex-Mistress Ellie from reclaiming his submissive mother; Curtis and his Mom have a heart to heart; Curtis, Miranda, Ellie and his Mom take part in a hot five-some in a church with the bride minutes before her wedding; Curtis and Miranda make a BIG decision.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER IN WHITE Curtis and Miranda get married; so do Ellie and Curtis's Mom; they celebrate with an orgy in the chapel and then one more at the wedding reception of Miranda's ex when they take the bride up to the honeymoon suite, along with a beautiful black co-worker.

And now...

Apparently and much to my surprise, you can actually have too much sex.

After the crazy weekend in Vegas, especially the weddings on Saturday, where I married the beautiful woman of my dreams and fucked four brides that day and night, I was utterly exhausted and, for the first time in my life, declined the sexual advances of a woman.

Thankfully my wife had my Mother and Ellie to play with, so they had their own morning sex fest before we headed to the airport.

Exhausted from the previous sex-filled day and night, I slept the whole way home, not up to adding another notch to my mile-high club.

While waiting for our baggage, Miranda echoed my own pondering by asking, "So now what, hubby?"

I answered, "I was wondering the same thing, wifey."

"Do you want to move in with me?" she asked, looking surprisingly vulnerable and insecure considering her ferocious sexual appetite and the reality that I was now her husband and had insisted on asking her rather than the other way around.

"Of course," I nodded, before adding, "but I have to deal with Mom and Dad first. He doesn't even know I was dating you, never mind that we got married."

"He also doesn't know his son is fucking his wife," she pointed out playfully.

"Sometimes I feel so guilty about that," I admitted. I was part of the reason Mom was about to leave him.

Miranda shifted from sexy teasing to sensitive in a heartbeat, just another part of her enigma of perfection. "Curtis, you can't blame yourself for this. There were problems in your parents' relationship way before you got involved in Alexis' sex life."

"I know," I nodded, "but my fucking her triggered the domino effect that led to everything else."

"Your Mom made her own choice to make me her pet months before you got involved," Miranda pointed out, before adding, "plus, even though you thought you were fooling her that first time, she knew she was fucking you that time and every time since. She fucked you because she wanted to fuck you, just like you wanted to fuck her. Likewise she submitted to and married Ellie because she wanted to, and you're not responsible for her choices, regardless of how you and I might have been plotting in the background to make it safe for her."

These were all true statements, yet I couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if I hadn't decided to pretend to be my Dad this past Halloween. I wouldn't be in this amazing relationship with a much older, but beautiful free spirit, nor would I be living every guy's dream...to have his own pet Mommy. "I guess."

"All things happen for a reason," Miranda pointed out, before adding, suddenly all bubbly like a blonde cheerleader, "plus, if you weren't such a sick pervert as to fuck your Mom you never would have met a sick pervert like me to fall in love with."

"True enough," I laughed, leaning forward and kissing my beautiful bride.

"Your suitcase is coming," Mom gave me a wakeup call from a few feet away.

I finished the kiss and went to retrieve our luggage.

We all went our separate ways: Miranda headed home with a promise I would see her tomorrow, while Ellie demanded that Mom come and see her at her house after work.

Mom and I got a taxi together, both of us completely exhausted after a crazy, sex-filled weekend. Both of us were newly married, me legally to the beautiful Miranda, Mom ceremonially to Ellie. In reality a few days in Vegas and everything had changed. We both knew this and it lingered over us like a dark cloud...how would we tell Dad?

Returning home and to Dad, where Mom planned to ask for a divorce, although not tonight while I was home, had me still riddled with guilt. Miranda was right: obviously Mom wasn't happy in her marriage regardless of my role, but I had definitely triggered an acceleration to the change that was about to happen.

I loved my father, although it was hard to tell with the whole sleeping with my Mother thing and getting her reacquainted with her ex-mistress Ellie... but I did.

We walked into the front room and I noticed two used wine glasses on the table as Mom called out, "Ted, we're home."

There was no immediate response as Mom walked down the hallway. I went to the kitchen to grab a glass of milk and then heard her gasp, "Oh my God!"

I ran to check on her and barged in on my father in my parent's bedroom with his secretary, a young big breasted bimbo whose name I couldn't recall, naked and on all fours.

Dad stammered, as the redhead tried to cover herself up, "Y-y-you're early."

"So it seems," Mom snapped, before stalking out past me with tears in her eyes.

I stared at Dad for another moment before chasing after Mom to see what I could do.

I'm not going to get into the details of the aftermath, but it was obvious that Dad was as unhappy in the marriage as Mom was. Thankfully the split was amicable as both wanted it done quickly so they could each move on with their new lives with new partners.

Dad apologized to me, which added to my guilt, but I tried to ease his guilt by telling him I knew they both weren't happy and staying together for me was silly. It felt strange comforting him since I was the child and had been fucking his wife for weeks, yet it seemed to bridge the emptiness I felt between us.

He moved in with his secretary and suddenly the stars were lining up. Mom and Ellie could deal with their new relationship, Miranda and I could start our marriage and Dad could start his own new life.

I mused that as one marriage ended, two new complex relationships (even more if you added the inner relationships within the kinky group) had blossomed.

A few days later Ellie was over at our house and trying to take control like she usually did. She said, apparently deciding who was moving in with who, "When I move in we will repaint this whole house."

"Okay," Mom nodded, still dealing with the sudden reality that everything was different, and not really herself. Sure she planned to end the marriage, but theory and reality are two different things. She knew it was for the best and yet she was struggling internally with the sudden massive change. Besides me, Dad was her only true every day normal.

"Alexis, this couldn't have worked out better," Ellie tried to comfort her.

I sighed, Ellie not being very sensitive, "Ellie, Mom still hasn't come to terms with all that has happened."

"What's to come to terms with? Everything worked out perfectly," she countered, uncaring about the reality that a long marriage was over, since she was finally getting what she had wanted all these years... my Mom.

"Seriously, for a schoolteacher, you really are rather oblivious," I shot back.

"Bite me," she shot back. "Ted doesn't have to find out about your Mother and me, and your Mom doesn't have to face that difficult conversation she was expecting."

"True," I agreed, looking at Mom, who was still bewildered by the whole whirlwind of the past few days.

But before I could continue my thought, she added, "Plus, you should be thankful, too. Your Dad never has to find out that his only son was fucking his wife."

"Nice," I said, shaking my head at her lack of tact.

"Am I wrong?" She challenged.

"No, but it's not that black and white," I pointed out.

"You want nuances? What for? We had a problem and now we don't," she shrugged.

"You can't just forget twenty years," I tried to explain.

"Agreed, but you must live your life going forward," she countered.

"How fortune cookie of you," I quipped, loving to take shots whenever I could.

"Enough!" Mom finally spoke, startling both of us. "Stop talking about me as if I'm not right here."

"Sorry," we both said in unison.

"Ellie, I used to love Ted and Curtis is right, twenty years is a long time," Mom explained. "I'm happy it's over, but I'm also sad."

"I've waited that long to finally be with you again," Ellie pointed out, looking vulnerable herself for the first time.

Mom smiled, "I know, and I'm happy we can finally be together without anything coming between us."

Ellie glared at me. "Except..."

Mom continued her rare defiant attitude. "You knew he was part of the package. You've agreed."

I cupped my dick and quipped, "And a great package it is."

Mom turned to me, finally smiling, "Indeed it is a perfect package, but I'm finding this eternal power play between the two of you utterly exhausting."

Ellie said, "Agreed; he's married now, I think it's time that he goes and lives with his bride."

"I will," I nodded, "after Christmas. Mom agrees that Nana isn't likely ready for both the divorce news plus the news that her grandson got engaged and married without her knowledge."

"Are you going to fuck her too?" Ellie shot out sarcastically.

"Why, are you jealous?" I quipped back, knowing she was jealous of my relationship with my Mother, and that once my cock was in front of her she usually ended up with it in her mouth or cunt. Plus, she had acknowledged that I was her Master back in Vegas when a similar conversation had taken place. That said, the idea of fucking Nana, although unlikely, was appealing, as she was still a very beautiful woman and I'd loved her all my life, just not carnally.

She shook her head as Mom continued, "You two are the loves of my life, but you both need to get over this Dom versus Domme game and accept that I plan to be with both of you. Ellie, as I've told you before, I love Curtis as a son, as a lover and as a Master. If you can't accept that, then our relationship won't ever work."

I smiled but didn't say anything, sometimes knowing when not to speak.

Mom continued, "With Curtis moving in with Miranda in the New Year, I'm sure things will be changing, but I won't stop fucking my son, not for you, not for anyone."

Ellie nodded, knowing my Mother well enough to know that when she says something that forcefully she means it, so her rough attitude shifted to softness, "You know Alexis, that I'm just jealous because I love you with all my heart and soul."

"And I love you too, I always have," Mom continued, "but I also love my son, unconditionally."

"I know," Ellie's sighed.

"And I can't have you two always being at war," Mom continued, "you're all I have."

"Well, you also have my wife," I pointed out.

Mom looked at me surprised. "You're going to allow Miranda to still be my pet?"

"Of course," I nodded, "nothing has to change because the name of the relationship has changed. Miranda and I were in love before we ever got to Las Vegas, but that didn't stop me from fucking you or you from fucking her."

"I guess so," Mom smiled, happy that she could continue to be submissive to some and dominant to others.

"You're an enigma, Mom," I commented, leaning in to kiss her, wanting to make Ellie jealous, not quite ready to call a truce in our battle. I still wanted to have Ellie unconditionally and willingly underneath me.

Breaking the kiss, Mom added, "As for you, young man."

A tone that usually meant I was in trouble.

"You need to be nice to your new step-Mommy," she smiled, her tone shifting from motherly to sexy.

"Well, I would love to give my step-Mom the same full three-hole treatment I give you, Mother," I smiled slyly, looking directly at Ellie.

Ellie quipped, "I wouldn't mind giving you a one-hole treatment myself."

My ass cheeks immediately tightened, understanding her implication. Yet, always one with a quick witty response, I quipped, "Ladies first."

"You two," Mom sighed dramatically. "The only way to shut you up is with my body."

"That is something I think we can all three agree upon," I smiled, as I guided her onto her knees.

She fished out my cock and took it in her mouth. "Come share my cock with our pet," I ordered Ellie, who was watching.

"Fine," she said dramatically, always trying to hide the obvious reality that, although she hated to admit it, she loved my cock.

She moved in and dropped to her knees beside my mother. Mom took the cock out and offered it to Ellie, who took it in her hands and asked me, "Ever had two girls suck you at once?"

"Can't say I have," I answered, looking down at both beautiful women.

"Kiss me, Alexis," Ellie demanded, placing my cock between them. I watched as Mom and Ellie's open lips touched with my cock in the middle.

It felt strange but was hot as hell as they tried to kiss each other across me. Ellie then suggested, "Suck your son's dick with me."

"What do you mean?" Mom asked.

"Keep our lips locked together and simultaneously let's move back and forth," she explained.

"Oh, okay," Mom nodded.

I watched as I got a blow job like none I'd ever seen, as both women moved up and down my cock in tandem. It was sexy, and different, but after a couple of minutes of teasing I wanted to fuck one of them. I still had Ellie's ass to break, but now didn't seem to be the time. Instead, I ordered, "Both of you, get out of your skirts and onto all fours."

Mom quickly stood up, like a bitch in heat, and pulled off her skirt.

Ellie meanwhile gave me her trademark you-can't-be-serious look before she stood up and slowly obeyed my order. I wasn't going to push her at the moment, reckoning that so long as she was obeying I was winning.

Soon they were side by side, their great tight asses staring back at me as I climbed out of my jeans.

I moved behind Mom and slid my cock in her wet pussy and she moaned, "Yes, baby, fill Mommy's cunt."

Ellie reached over, turned Mom's head and they began kissing, Ellie trying to make sure she too was somewhat controlling of the threesome.

I fucked Mom for a bit before pulling out and putting my hands on Ellie's waist.

She broke the kiss with Mom and insisted, "Only my cunt."

I considered pointing out she had declared all three of her holes were mine back in Vegas, but again decided her ass could be saved for another day. I slammed my cock into her and unlike Mom, who I'd slowly fucked, I pounded Ellie.

Mom whined, "Why didn't you fuck me like that?"

I laughed, "I'm just getting started."

"You'd better be, young man," Mom said, getting all mother-in-charge on me.

I pounded Ellie hard until her moans began and then pulled out and slammed into Mom. I went back and forth between the two women for a few minutes until I could feel I was close. I ordered, "Back on your knees, my two cum sluts."

Mom, as usual, quickly got into position knowing a facial was coming, while Ellie slowly did the same, and with the same smug look she loved to give me.

When both were kneeling in front of me, I furiously pumped my cock, directing it at Mom until, at the very last moment, I turned and exploded my first load directly onto Ellie's surprised face. I continued coating her face, loving the power I had over her in that moment.

"Fucker," Ellie playfully called me as I finished spraying her face.

Mom agreed, "Yes fucker, what about me?"

"Share away," I smiled, and watched as Mom retrieved my cum from Ellie's face. She kissed Ellie's cheek, chin, lips, forehead, ever so slowly cleaning her face.

I watched as the two kissed until Ellie ordered, "Come finish what your son couldn't, my pet."

I watched Mom move between Ellie's legs and bury her face in her cunt. I smiled at my new, kind of step-mom, and she smirked at me, still trying to show her own power even though I could still see some of my cum remaining on her face. I decided then and there that I needed to take control of this situation with her once and for all. I would Domme her completely and make her my submissive, permanently clarifying the power hierarchy.

But not right now. I watched for a couple more minutes before heading out to pick up Miranda after her shift.

...

A couple days later, I decided to confront Ellie face to face, away from Mom...at Ellie's school, my alma mater.

I sauntered in a couple of minutes after the last bell rang and saw her stretching up to hang a poster on a wall, her perfect ass staring at me as if calling my name. "Hi, Ms. Weatherton," I greeted.

I startled her and she dropped her stapler. "What are you doing here?" she asked with disdain.

"Listening to Mom," I said softly, "trying to make sure you and I can get along."

"Is that so?" she questioned, looking at me with suspicion.

"Yes," I nodded, "there needs to be a clear understanding of the hierarchy."

"Excuse me?" she questioned.

"There can't be two dominants," I replied, walking towards her.

"I couldn't agree more," she nodded, not backing down.

"Let's stop playing games, Ellie," I continued.

"Again, I couldn't agree more," she replied, as I now stood right in front of her.

I asked, "If my mother had to choose between you and me, who do you think she would choose?"

This question froze her in place. She hesitated a second before responding, "You wouldn't make her choose after all this."

"I didn't say I would," I pointed out, "I know she's happier with you than she'd be without you; I'm simply asking you a question."

"So what's your point?" she asked.

"Isn't it obvious?" I asked.

"If it were, I wouldn't be asking the fucking question," she countered, clearly annoyed that I obviously had the advantage.

"I want you to be my slut without all this pretentious crap that goes along with it," I answered.

"You've already had me," she countered, although her expression showed she wasn't thrilled by that, even though I knew she loved it deep down.

"Don't pretend you don't love my cock, you can't fake those orgasms," I accused.

"I've had worse," she shrugged.

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"I imagine you have," I retorted smugly.

It was obvious she was acting strong, but there was a vulnerability in her eyes. She was worried that I might make Mom choose between the two of us.

"What do you really want?" she asked, taking a shot at me, "Some of us have jobs."

"I want two things actually," I responded, although it was actually three, but that would have to wait a while.

"That's probably overly ambitious of you," she retorted, very good at the cold hard outer surface glare.

"One, I want you to stop being so insensitive with Mom about my father," I began.

"Agreed," she nodded, surprisingly showing some compassion, "you were right about that: I was being insensitive."

I nodded, before adding, "Thank you. But two, I want this silly game we are playing to end."

"That's easy," she interrupted, switching back to her bitchy self, "Move in with your wife."

"First, don't interrupt me when I'm talking," I said firmly, returning her cold glare. "And second, I've already told you I'm moving in with Miranda after the holidays."

I could tell she wanted to give me some smart-ass comment, but she kept it to herself.

I continued, "The solution to our dilemma is simple: you become my complete submissive full service three-hole fuck toy."

She scoffed.

"I wasn't kidding, or bargaining," I said firmly. "Mom is my slut and she will give you up if I tell her to. I know that and you know that. Let's be honest: the last time Mom had to choose between a man and you... you lost." I know that was harsh and blunt, but with Ellie that was how you had to play the game.

Interestingly, even though her face paled slightly, she didn't snap at me, or even disagree; instead she responded, "I don't do anal."

"I think it's time we change that response," I countered smugly, "plus, I recall you agreeing to all three holes in Vegas."

"I was drunk," she protested.

"Drunk with power," I quipped, before adding, "You can keep up the charade all you wish, but the reality is that although you may be a Domme to women, including to my Mom, and a very sexy, sultry one indeed, it's obvious that when it comes to men you're submissive."

"Only when forced," she defended.

"Well, that's part of being a good Master, pushing your slut where she craves to go, especially when she's in denial," I said smugly.

Suddenly a janitor walked in on us so I smiled and said blandly, as if we were discussing living room curtains, "Think about it, Ms. Weatherton, the choice really has already been made. I'll drop by your house tonight so we can finalize things." Before she could respond I walked out, leaving her to stew over my words.

I drove over to see Miranda at the TV station, knowing today was the first day Mark would be back. I was curious if he knew of his wife's submission to his ex and to many others on their wedding day...including to me.

I asked him as we crossed paths, "How was the honeymoon?"

"Great," he answered, without stopping to talk.

I reached Miranda's dressing room and asked, "Do you have time for a quickie?"

She was already dressed and due to go on in about twenty minutes and looking as beautiful as ever. She asked with a devilish smile, "You still find your ol' ball and chain fuckable?"

I reached her and kissed her hard. Breaking the kiss, I smiled, "You will always be fuckable."

"Even when I'm fifty and you're..." she paused, "in your thirties?"

I smiled, playing along, "As long as you suck and fuck like you do now."

"Bastard," she retorted playfully, hitting me in the shoulder.

"Slut," I countered back, cupping her breasts.

"Your slut," she smiled, as her hand grabbed my stiff cock.

"Now that we've established that, show me what a slut wife does," I nodded, putting my hands on her shoulders.

As always she lowered herself to her knees, a position that was utterly super-hot, fished out my cock and devoured it whole. Her left hand on my cock, I stared at the wedding band that declared she was forever mine. I couldn't believe I had it all! The woman of my dreams, a woman who was a sexual minx on top of that, but also well-educated and as well versed as I was... a woman I had fantasized about for years. She was also my mom's submissive, bisexual and willing to share my cock with others. Life was perfect.

I watched her bob back and forth, taking my whole cock in her mouth until I was ready to shoot. I no longer warned her as I deposited a load down her throat as she didn't slow down, a natural at swallowing a load as she smoothly milked every last drop of my seed out and down.

I pulled out and complimented, looking down at her, "You really are perfect!"

She looked up at me as her tongue flicked the head of my cock, "Why, because I love sucking this beautiful cock?"

"That definitely doesn't hurt," I smiled, pulling her up and kissing her tenderly, tasting myself in her mouth.

Eventually after a few minutes of tender kissing she broke away and said, "I think I need to go to work."

I said, "Me too, I didn't get to finish my conversation with Ellie."

"Oh? How far did you get?" Miranda asked curiously.

"I laid the groundwork for her final submission to me," I answered.

"You badddd boy," Miranda teased.

"You love the bad boy," I teased back.

"That I do," she agreed, moving back in for one more kiss.

Once she headed to the set I headed to Ellie's, knowing she'd be at her place expecting me, as Mom would be at the airport picking up Nana.

I went to an adult store and picked up some anal lube in anticipation of finishing what I'd started.

I knocked on her door and waited. To my complete surprise, the door was answered not by Ellie, but by Mrs. Cameron, my senior year biology teacher, and the hottest teacher at the high school. "Hi, Curtis," she greeted, looking very embarrassed to have me see her dressed only in a revealing robe.

"Hi, Mrs. Cameron," I greeted back, trying to act nonchalant, trying to be subtle about peeking at her breasts through the thin robe. "Is Ms. Weatherton home?"

"Come in," she nodded, "Mistress has been expecting you."

"Mistress?" I questioned, surprised to see the younger married woman as a submissive. She was a great no-nonsense teacher who'd gotten married last year during Christmas break to some minor league baseball player. Every senior student was devastated when she came back tanned, which was delicious, and with a ring on her finger, which wasn't.

"Get back here, slut," Ellie demanded from her bedroom.

Mrs. Cameron's already red face went redder at the humiliation as she turned away from me and began walking.

I, of course, followed her shapely ass into Ellie's room, and watched as Mrs. Cameron dropped her robe and now fully naked, got onto the bed and crawled between Ellie's legs.

Ellie greeted, "Hi, Curtis."

"Hi," I said, doubly shocked by what I was witnessing. First, it was shocking to see one of the hottest no-nonsense teachers eating cunt, and second, shocking to see Ellie cheating on my Mom.

"Want to fuck her?" Ellie asked, clearly trying to show me her own power.

Mrs. Cameron's head began to move up, probably to object to being offered so, but Ellie held it in place.

"What is she doing here?" I asked.

"Serving me like a good pet," Ellie answered, "she loves eating my pussy, don't you, slut?"

Ellie let go of her head and Mrs. Cameron, not looking up or back at me, answered, "Yes, Mistress."

"Yes. Mistress, what?" Ellie questioned, lifting her chin up to look her in the eye.

"Yes, Mistress, I love eating your wet cunt," Mrs. Cameron admitted; hearing such words from her was incredibly hot.

Ellie let go of her chin and Mrs. Cameron immediately buried her face back in her cunt.

"I brought her here for you, actually," Ellie revealed.

"For me?" I questioned.

"As a peace offering," she smiled, "actually a piece of ass offering, to be more accurate."

"You're offering Mrs. Cameron's ass to me?" I asked, for once the one out of my element.

"I know you had a crush on her," she said.

"How would you know that?" I asked, even though she was right. She wore open-toed heels and pantyhose every day, even on Fridays with jeans.

"All the guys want to fuck her and lots of the girls too," Ellie shrugged, "she's one hot piece of ass."

"That she is," I agreed, staring at her perfect ass, wishing she was still in pantyhose.

"I'm willing to be your submissive, Curtis. I'll suck your cock whenever you wish and my cunt is available too," she revealed, before adding, "but I'm not comfortable giving you my ass, so I'm offering you a substitute ass. One you can have whenever you want."

"I can fuck Mrs. Cameron whenever I want?" I asked, the offer rather appealing.

"Isn't that right, slut?" Ellie asked. "Anytime Curtis wants?"

"Yes," Mrs. Cameron whispered, clearly humiliated by what was expected but obedient nevertheless.

"What can he have?" Ellie questioned, her tone scolding.

"My mouth, cunt or ass, Mistress," Mrs. Cameron declared shamefully.

That was enough for me. I got out of my jeans as Ellie asked, "Do we have a deal?"

"For now," I replied, not giving up on the end reality that her ass was eventually going to be mine. I walked over to her bed, got on it and slid my cock in Ellie's mouth. Ellie, being a good submissive to a point, began bobbing on my cock.

Once I was completely hard I pulled out and ordered, "Mrs. Cameron, let's see that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock."

Mrs. Cameron looked up, her lips shiny with Ellie's pussy juice, and wordlessly took my cock in her mouth.

I groaned, yet another fantasy coming true. I figured with all my good luck of late I should probably buy a lottery ticket.

Mrs. Cameron took her time, bobbing back and forth slowly, seeming to enjoy sucking my cock. After a couple of minutes, I wanted to fuck her and moved behind Mrs. Cameron. I asked, "Do you want my cock in your ass, Mrs. Cameron?"

She lifted her head, looked back to make eye contact with me and surprising me, answered, "Yes, I really want you to; I'll get off on it. Fill my asshole with that big cock of yours."

"Shit, lube," I sighed. It was still in my car.

"Don't want it. Just slam that cock of yours up my butt," the hot teacher offered, reaching back and pulling her ass cheeks apart. Hearing my ex prim-and-proper-no-nonsense teacher talking so nasty was incredibly hot!

I needed no further encouragement, I was turned on completely as I stared at a smiling Ellie who pulled Mrs. Cameron's head back between her legs, as I slid my cock inside my ex-teacher's tight ass (now knowing that Mrs. Cameron regularly took it in the ass was super-hot). She whimpered as my cock filled her ass, a euphoria rushing through me at another fantasy coming true, even as I decided my fantasy of taking Ellie's ass was also on my Christmas wish list, and Christmas wasn't far away.

Ellie ordered, "Keep licking, slut," before looking at me and saying, "Good sluts are hard to find."

"Tell me about it," I quipped, staring back at her, my implication obvious.

She didn't respond, instead closing her eyes and letting our shared slut pleasure us both.

Having shot a load in Mom's cunt this morning and another in Miranda's mouth just over an hour ago, this was going to be a lengthy ass fuck, one I had been planning for Ellie. Yet her ass could wait as I added yet another hot woman to my constantly growing harem of sluts. Crazy what a couple of months can do, remembering how depressed I was when I got dumped just before Halloween. I wondered if I had still been dating Pamela whether I would have ever fucked Mom, and it seemed unlikely as I would have gone to a Halloween party with Pamela. Then Mom had told me she would have submitted unconditionally to Ellie that night and Mom wouldn't have shared me with Miranda and I wouldn't be married. Funny how the dominos of life fall.

"Harder, slam that cock into my ass, Curtis," Mrs. Cameron demanded, after a couple of minutes of slow fucking.

I obliged her request as I shifted from slow fucking to fast, deep reaming. The sensation of my body slamming into hers was amazing as was the filthy language coming out of her mouth, even looking back at me as she spoke. "Holy fuuuuck, drill my shit hole, Curtis!" and "Ream my asshole!" and "Pound my ass!" and "Shiiit, drill me!"

My balls started boiling after only a couple more minutes of hard core ass fucking, the mixture of her tight ass, her nasty words and the hungry looks she kept shooting back over her shoulder getting me revved up.

"Where do you want my cum, my teacher slut?" I asked.

"Wherever the fuck you want!" she moaned, now bouncing her ass back vigorously to meet my hard thrusts.

I couldn't decide. I loved coming in an ass, but I also loved the sight of a woman with her face coated in cum. Deciding the thrill of coming on an ex-teacher's face was too good an opportunity to resist, I pulled out and ordered "On your knees, slut."

I watched as she slid off the bed, onto her knees and took my cock, recently buried in her ass, into her mouth. She bobbed eagerly, way hotter than any porn star slut.

When I was finally about to erupt I pulled out and seconds later coated my ex-teacher's face with my cum, only wishing it wasn't my third load of the day, which was noticeably less than the amount I'd filled my Mom's cunt with this morning.

Once my last spray hit her chin, she leaned forward and took my cock back into her mouth. I couldn't believe how insatiable a slut the married hot teacher was. I asked a moment later, "Am I your first student?"

Mrs. Cameron answered, "First male student."

"Delicious," I smiled. "Any girls I know?"

"Pamela is one," Ellie spoke for her slut, clearly enjoying this revelation.

"My Pamela?" I asked.

"The one and only," Ellie smiled.

I looked down at Mrs. Cameron, "Is that true?"

"Yes," Mrs. Cameron nodded, again looking guilty and ashamed.

"Since when?" I asked.

"A few weeks before graduation," she answered.

"No way," I gasped, as if I had been punched in the stomach.

Ellie quipped, "Even I didn't know that, but I thought it was poetic justice."

"What? That my ex eats cunt?" I asked, wondering if that was part of the reason she would break up with me months later. "I think I've moved on."

Ellie's smirk disappeared, realizing her attempt at hurting me had backfired.

I added, "Explains why she can't suck cock."

Mrs. Cameron quipped, "She's not much of a cunt licker, either. I hardly ever use her."

I laughed, even as tat implied Pam still did lick her, "This is surreal."

I got dressed as Mrs. Cameron again returned to between Ellie's legs.

Ellie moaned as my ex-teacher's tongue went back to work. She said, "I hope you enjoyed your gift."

"It was a great way to delay the inevitable," I confidently replied, "but your ass is still destined to be mine."

"Keep dreaming," she responded, still clinging to the last shreds of her integrity.

"Soon I'll be ass reaming," I quipped back, before I said to Mrs. Cameron, "I'll be seeing you again, Mrs. Cameron."

"I hope so," she answered from between Ellie's legs.

"Be sure to text me your number when your done with my slut's cunt," I ordered.

"Will do," Mrs. Cameron agreed, as Ellie glared at me, as I had turned her generous gift into a new power struggle.

"Get out," Ellie ordered.

"Yeah, I have another woman to please," I said, making it obviously it was my mom, her wife, as I left the two alone and headed home to see Mom and Nana.

...

With Nana staying with us for a week I wasn't sure how I was going to get to fuck Mom. That said, I wondered if maybe that wasn't a good thing as we all had life-altering changes occurring in the near future.

It's strange, though. As I stared at Nana, in her usual dress and pantyhose, I couldn't stop thinking of fucking her. I'd never really looked at her that way before, but now that I had fucked Mom, every woman was a potential addition to my conquests... and if Mom had been game, maybe Nana would be too. Like daughter, like mother? Maybe the apple hadn't fallen far from the tree.

Mom noticed my ogling and she whispered, her tone scolding even as she smiled, "Don't even think about it, she's your Nana."

I smiled back, not willing to dismiss the idea, "And you're my Mother. Plus it's interesting that the first thing that popped into your head was something you didn't even say, but we both know what it is. Do you want to have your mom as your pet?"

She shook her head with just the slightest smile and returned to making dinner.

Nana asked a moment later, "Anything new?"

Well, I'm fucking your daughter in all three holes and I'm married to a woman twice my age, I thought of saying, but instead I answered, "Same old, same old."

"How's college?" She asked.

"Pretentious profs, overpriced textbooks and ridiculously long exams," I answered, frustrated that college was even worse than high school. The work wasn't harder, but the so-called academic elite treated us in our first years like we were the scum of the earth.

"Sounds like nothing ever changes," Nana said back. After a couple more minutes of school chat she asked about my love life. "Any ladies in the picture?"

"A few," I answered evasively, giving Mom a sly smile.

"Really?" Nana asked, "I hope you're not toying with their feelings."

I shrugged, "No, no, they all know about each other."

Mom chirped in, "Curtis, I think you're traumatizing your Nana."

Nana laughed, "At least he has options. I can't remember the last time I even went on a date."

I, seeing the smallest glimmer of an opportunity to perhaps add Nana to my collection of sexy sluts, complimented, "Nana, you're still a very beautiful woman."

Nana laughed, "I'm almost three times your age."

I don't know why I said it, but my suave seductive persona wouldn't stay quelled inside me, "And all the finest wines are best when they've aged."

Mom gasped, "Curtis!"

But Nana ate it up. "I can see why you have more than one girlfriend!"

"I'm just speaking the truth, Nana, you're still a looker," I complimented, before adding, "and your legs are in amazing shape, I love them in those nylons."

Mom gave me a glare.

Nana looked down and nodded, "I've always told your mother than nylons are one of a woman's greatest accessories."

"I couldn't agree more," I nodded, before admitting, "nylons are always the first thing I notice on a hot woman."

"You, young man, are shameless just like your late Papa," Nana nodded her head, a fond memory crossing her face.

Mom announced, "Dinner is ready."

That night, with Nana asleep, as I finished studying for a final I texted Mom:

Come and get a good night snack.

A minute later my bedroom door opened and Mom crept in.

She whispered, "We can't be doing this."

I ignored her protests as I stood up and pulled off my boxers. "What do you think the odds are of Nana taking this between her lips?"

"Curtis!" she rebuked, exasperated, even as she walked over to me and dropped to her knees, unable to resist my cock even with her mother right downstairs.

"I'm serious," I continued, "Did you see the look of longing in her eyes?"

"Sure, for love and sex," Mom nodded, as she took my cock in her hand, "but not for her grandson's cock."

"You sure?" I asked, "they often say like mother, like daughter. Maybe the reverse works, too."

"I can't fathom that ever happening," Mom said before taking my cock in her mouth.

I asked, after a couple minutes of rather eager cock sucking, "Would you like your own pet Mommy? I love having mine."

Mom froze, her mouth full of my dick.

I repeated the question, as I pulled my cock out of her mouth, "Mom, you're far from a prude: in Las Vegas you paraded around with your son's cum on your face for everyone to see. You even told that couple in the elevator it was your son's load just to shock them. So tell me, dearest Mommy-slut: would you like your own pet Mommy?"

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She looked up at me with a trepidation I hadn't seen in her since Ellie got involved in the picture. Yet I also saw a glimmer of naughtiness, a sign that yes she would, if the possibility arose, although the risk of potential rejection overrode that desire.

"I don't know," she eventually answered, her tone tentative.

"Be honest," I continued, "if there was no risk of the mother-daughter relationship being broken, would you like to have your own Mommy Pet? Same loving relationship, but with benefits?"

"I suppose I might," Mom nodded hesitantly.

"You suppose it might be kinda nice, or yes I'd love to have my mother eating my cunt?" I clarified, wanting to push her into an act I wasn't even sure I could pull off.

"Fine, dammit, I'd love to have my mother eating my cunt," Mom admitted, "does that make you happy?"

"Does it make you happy?" I questioned back with a wide smile.

"You really are such a bad boy," she purred, swirling her tongue around my cock head.

"And you're a very bad girl," I retorted, "an adorably bad girl," as I slid my cock back into her mouth.

She moaned on my cock as she resumed bobbing.

As I was getting close, I declared, "I think I'm going to have Nana sucking this cock before she leaves."

Mom again moaned on my cock in response to the visual as she bobbed faster and faster, leading to my shooting my load down her throat. As usual, she slowed down and milked my cock for a couple more minutes until every last remnant of cum had been extracted and savoured.

Finally I pulled out and she looked up at me and challenged, as she stroked my cock slowly, "Okay buster, show me what you've got: I dare you to get Nana sucking and fucking this cock."

"Challenge accepted," I nodded, trying to sound exactly like Barney Stinson in 'How I Met Your Mother'.

"And I want her to be on the bottom of the sexual food chain," Mom added.

"You don't want to be her pet?" I asked, smiling.

"God, no," Mom gasped, "I've always been submissive to her, always tried to please her; now it's time to turn the tables and have her attempting to please me."

"Now you agree I can make Nana my slut?" I asked, tapping my hard cock on her lips. "Not 'may', but 'can'?"

"I'm not sure, but if you do succeed, I want to make sure the hierarchy is clear," Mom replied.

"Ready for one more round?" I asked.

"I haven't even come yet, young man! You'd better not leave me all revved up like this," she retorted, standing up, pushing me back onto the bed and straddling me.

"Mother!" I gasped mockingly. "What would the neighbors say?"

"They'd agree that this time you're here for my pleasure," she smiled, lowering her cunt onto my cock. Sometimes we made love, this time we fucked. She bounced hard, taking every inch of my cock deep inside her.

Watching Mom ride me, her breasts bouncing, her expression one of complete lustful pleasure, was always amazing, and I lay back and just enjoyed the ride. After a few minutes Mom came and then demanded, "Fill Mommy's cunt with your cum, you mother fucker!"

Being called a 'mother fucker' was always incredibly hot, especially by my own mother as she rode me.

I began bucking up to meet her downward bounces and in a couple more minutes I deposited a load of cum inside her.

Leaning down and kissing me, she smiled, "Fuck, do I love you, Curtis."

"I love you, too, Mom," I replied, kissing her tenderly.

"Hard to believe you'll be moving out soon," she said, once we broke the kiss.

"Trust me," I promised, "I'll still be back here often."

"But it won't be the same," she sighed softly, as she rolled onto her back and into my outstretched arm, looking dejected.

"I know," I said, feeling the same way. "But I have a wife now and you have Ellie."

"I know," she said, "but it's not just that I'm having my lover move out, but you're my only son."

"I'll be fifteen minutes away," I pointed out, before adding, "and my cock will always be on call. Or even if you just need me to change a light bulb, I'll still be there for you, Mom."

"You'd better keep your word, young man," she said firmly.

"Oh, that's a promise I think I'll never break even when you're eighty, the light bulb or the fucking," I retorted, as we both drifted off to sleep, both forgetting completely that we weren't the only two in the house.

...

Thankfully Mom woke up around three in the morning and had the presence of mind to sneak back into her own room. I wanted to control the seduction of Nana and didn't want her to discover us in a position where I'd have to dissemble and make excuses to try and control the situation.

...

Next morning I resisted depositing a load in Mom, not wanting to get caught before I set up the seduction. Instead, I walked into the kitchen in only my boxers and greeted Nana, who was reading the newspaper and drinking coffee.

She looked up and seemed startled to see me, especially wearing only boxers and my morning wood tenting out directly at her.

I acted as if that was the norm as I went to her, gave her a big hug, making sure my cockhead poked her side and greeted, "Good morning, Nana."

"Good morning," she replied cautiously, obviously distracted, but she didn't mention my lack of clothing.

Mom came down a few minutes later and stopped in her tracks when she saw I was almost naked. She quickly recovered and said good morning too as if everything was normal. Except for Nana being added into the mix, it was.

We had breakfast, chatted about life and divorce and Christmas before I suggested that tonight we go out for a nice supper. I also suggested we get dressed up for the evening and Nana asked what that meant and I explained nice dresses and stockings for the ladies.

Nana laughed, "You really are like your Papa."

"I like my ladies looking good," I nodded.

Mom asked, "We're your ladies now? We won't be your young ladies."

"Perhaps not, but you'll be my beautiful ladies, and tonight you are both my trophy dates," I declared.

"Do I get flowers?" Mom asked.

"Oh, I plan to give you a nice special bouquet," I foreshadowed.

Nana added, looking to Mom, "Your father never bought me flowers."

"Well tonight you will both be treated unlike any other day in your life," I promised, in my head the evening ending with her eating Mom's cunt while I pounded her from behind.

"I plan to keep you to that, young swain," Nana responded, oblivious to what she was potentially agreeing to.

"I'm a man of my word," I said, "ain't I Mom?"

"Yes, you are," she said, shaking her head at my innuendoes.

Nana, noticing it, said, "There seems to be some inside joke between you two."

I shrugged, "All we have is each other."

"Well, I'm looking forward to a great evening with you both," Nana said.

"Me too," Mom added.

"Great, I have a double date!" I declared.

The day went without event. Miranda was broadcasting live from the mall all day for some grand opening event, so I couldn't see her at all today except by turning on the TV, so by the time evening came I was going through sexual withdrawal... used to having fucked Mom or my bride in at least one if not two or three of their holes by now.

Mom noticed it when I came home, or just knew me, as she quipped, "Doing okay, stud?"

"Not really. Regardless of how tonight goes, I'm claiming my morning Mommy time tomorrow," I promised.

"I'm your caffeine?" she questioned.

"You're definitely my morning wake up call," I laughed, thinking I was indeed addicted to my mother. I knew Miranda loved sex, but she was more a night owl and it would be interesting to see if she was as willing to deal with my morning wood as Mom was.

"As you are mine," Mom purred, squeezing my cock.

"You are mine what?" Nana asked, startling us both.

"My man of the house," Mom quickly covered, managing to remove her hand smoothly, without a guilty jerk.

"You indeed have become a very handsome, responsible young man," Nana complimented.

"You have to say that, you're my Nana," I countered.

"Handsome is handsome," she shrugged, "You look a lot like your grandfather did when we were young."

"Well," I smiled, giving Nana's arm a squeeze, "I guess it's because of my genes then."

"Sure," Nana laughed.

"I like to think that I've played a role into you becoming the appealing man you are," Mom chirped in, giving me a look that Nana couldn't see that communicated way more than her words were saying.

I laughed, "Everything I have is because of you, Mom."

"And don't you forget it," Mom said, before turning to Nana, "So, what are you wearing tonight?"

"How classy is the place we're going to?" Nana asked.

"As classy as this city gets," I answered.

"I'm not sure I brought the right clothing for such a place," Nana said, "I wasn't expecting to be doing anything more extravagant than hanging around the house and cheering up my devastated daughter who, by the way, doesn't seem as devastated as I thought she'd be."

Mom shrugged, "The writing had been on the wall for a while."

"You never said a thing," Nana responded, surprised.

"It's not easy telling your mother, who can be rather judgemental by the way, and who was happily married for over thirty-five years, that my marriage was failing," Mom explained.

Nana's face dropped. She hesitated for a moment before saying, "Oh honey, I'm so sorry."

Mom, who was suddenly feeling very vulnerable, whispered, "It's okay, it's just that I was unhappy with Ted for a long time."

Nana said looking crestfallen, "Honey, you can tell me anything. You and Elizabeth are all I have left."

"What about me?" I joked, trying to lighten the mode.

Nana had seemed to forget I was even here. Mom laughed, "How could I forget about you? You've been my rock."

I barely held back laughter at the naughty innuendo in her words that I'd been her hard place as I responded back, adding to the sexual innuendo, "Mom, you've bent over backwards for me."

"And I always will," Mom smiled back, before looking back at Nana and saying, "I have some big news, but I'll save that until dinner; let's go and get ready."

I added, "I expect my two sexy babes to be dressed to kill."

"View to a kill," Mom tossed back, an inside joke about how all the James Bond movies are pretty much soft porn movies.

Nana asked, looking perplexed, "Do you have anything I may be able to wear to please your demanding son?"

"Oh, I imagine I can find something," Mom smiled, giving me a wink that Nana couldn't see.

"Well, go get ready, ladies," I finished, "I'll meet you back down here in forty-five minutes."

"You'd better make it an hour if you want your ladies to be dressed to kill," Mom pointed out.

Nana added, trying to fit in with the obvious flirtations, "Especially if you want us dressed to thrill."

"Oh that I do," I winked saucily at both of them.

I would have loved to be a fly on the wall as Mom and Nana got ready. Yet I patiently waited, hoping that somehow all the seeds already planted would blossom tonight.

An hour and fifteen minutes later, women are never on time (although who can complain when they spend all that time getting ready to look hot for you), they came down the stairs.

I wanted to say to Mom, 'Fuck, are you hot stuff', but instead complimented, "I'm definitely going to be a thorn between two roses."

"Isn't the expression a rose between two thorns?" Nana asked.

"Maybe I'll be the evil one tonight," I shrugged, "tonight is a night of breaking the rules."

"Is that so?" she asked, looking absolutely radiant in a blue dress with a long plunging neckline that gave me a lot of flesh to drool over.

"Tonight you are not my Nana," I nodded, before looking to Mom and saying, "and you are not my mother."

"Then who are we?" Mom asked, playing along.

"Two hot ladies out for the night of your lives with your young... swain," I replied, borrowing Nana's antiquated term.

Nana joked, "I've had many dreams that started like that."

Mom asked, "Sex dreams?"

"Alexis!" Nana gasped, scandalised by the question.

"After what we talked about upstairs, that question is rather tame," Mom countered.

Nana's face went red as she protested, "Yes, but not in front of my grandson."

"I'm an adult now, Samantha," I pointed out, using her first name.

"And does that make me Alexis tonight?" Mom questioned.

"It does, Alexis my dear," I nodded, before asking Nana, "And what, pray tell, did you two naughty ladies talk about upstairs?"

"You'll have to get a couple of drinks into me before I start answering personal questions," Nana replied, with just a tinge of flirtation in her tone.

"Is that how many of your dreams begin?" I quipped back. "Some young swain plying you with alcohol?"

"Curtis!" Nana gasped playfully.

"Samantha!" I parodied back.

"We're already quite late, we should get going," Mom suggested.

"Good call, Alexis," I concurred.

"You seem to really like calling us by our first names," Nana noted.

"Like I said," I smiled, proffering her my arm, "tonight you are not my Nana, but my hot date."

"You have two dates tonight?" she asked, while graciously draping her arm through mine.

"Double the pleasure, double the fun," I smiled slyly.

"Is that so?" Nana asked, giving me a skeptical look.

"That's what Double Bubble taught me," I joked, not wanting to be too aggressive so early in the evening, even as I imagined fucking both my mother and nana together later on.

Soon we were in the car and I was driving us to the upscale restaurant.

I won't bore you with the details, but the next two hours included two full bottles of red wine, an amazing meal and conversation that began as mundane as conversations usually do, before ever so slowly shifting to personal.

Nana was no doubt tipsy and Mom was no doubt horny, evident from her stockinged foot rubbing my crotch non-stop for the last half hour.

Nana asked, as we waited for dessert, "Alexis, you said you had big news."

Mom nodded, "I do, but you aren't allowed to judge me at all."

Nana agreed, "Alexis, like I said before, you can tell me anything."

"Very well, I'm already in a relationship," Mom revealed.

"Really?" Nana asked, surprised. "With whom?"

"It's complicated," Mom answered, pressing her toes hard on my cock.

"Just tell Samantha everything," I suggested, "tonight there are no secrets."

"You've met her before," Mom said, looking incredibly nervous, although gaining some confidence from me.

"Her?" Nana asked, surprised by the pronoun.

"Yes," Mom nodded, "I'm in love with a woman, and I have been ever since college."

"Ellie?" Nana asked, seizing on the obvious answer. Of course she would have known Ellie, if only as her daughter's best friend back then.

"Yes, Ellie," Mom revealed.

Nana wasn't surprised any longer. "So back when you two came to visit in college?"

Mom laughed, "Yes."

"Yes, what?" I asked, this being a story I hadn't heard before.

"I knew it," Nana said, suddenly breaking into laughter.

"Knew what?" I asked, feigning complete obliviousness.

"Nothing," Nana replied, remembering I was her grandson.

I pointed out, "Remember, tonight I'm your date and not anyone's grandson or son."

"Do you really want to know about your mother's past?" Nana asked.

"I want to know everything about both of my beautiful women," I smiled, before asking, "Samantha, have you ever been with another woman?"

"Curtis!" Nana said, even though the sudden dark red of her cheeks made it clear the answer was yes.

"Mother, you have?" Mom asked, noticing the telltale blush as well.

Nana finished her glass of wine, before she smiled, "Mayyyyyyyybe."

"When?" Mom asked, suddenly very curious.

"Beauty pageants were a lot of fun," Nana revealed.

"No way," Mom said, clearly surprised.

"What? Your Mom can't lez out but you can?" Nana challenged, the alcohol liberating Nana from her usual conservative personality.

"That is so fucking hot," I added, swearing on purpose, as I envisioned a late 1960s beauty pageant lesbian orgy all in and out of hippy attire.

"So it's like mother, like daughter," Mom smiled.

Just then dessert arrived and we all ate in silence. By unspoken agreement we each took a few bites of our delicious concoction before passing it to the one on our right, then repeating. I thought it was quite romantic. As we did, I pondered how I could orchestrate the shift from frank sexual discussion to full sexual activity.

Once we'd finished eating Mom suggested, "Let's take this party back home."

"The wine is free there," I added.

"But does that mean the date is over?" Nana asked.

"No, no, no," I shook my head. "I have some exciting activities planned for this evening for my beautiful companions."

"What would those be?" Nana asked.

"Well, obviously a lesbian orgy," I joked, standing up.

"Brat," Nana quipped.

"It's every guy's fantasy," I shrugged, leaving them so I could pay the cheque before anything else could be discussed.

We called one of those taxi services where they also pick up your car, and headed home. I sat between my two sexy ladies, and Mom slyly rubbed my cock, although I wasn't sure it was so sly that Nana didn't notice.

Back at the house I poured both of them wine and returned to the living room. Nana, accidently creating an opening for her seduction complained, removing her four-inch heels, "My feet are killing me."

I handed her the glass of wine, dropped to my knees and took her left foot in my hand. I then said, looking up at her, "Then I think you need a foot massage."

"You don't need to do that," Nana protested weakly.

I countered, "It's the least I can do after you got all dolled up for me."

"He gives amazing foot massages," Mom offered, slipping out of her heels too.

"And I see that you know that," Nana agreed, sipping on her wine, taking this not-too-shocking intimacy in stride.

"Let's play twenty questions," I suggested, while massaging Nana's nylon-clad foot.

"Really?" Nana asked.

Mom challenged, "What? You have more skeletons in your closet than the news that you're a lesbian?"

"I haven't been a lesbian since the 1970s," Nana countered.

"But would you like to be?" Mom asked.

"Is that the first question?" Nana asked, a wide smile crossing her face.

"Yes," I answered.

"You really want to hear about your Nana's sexual fantasies?" Nana asked, looking down at me.

"Is that my first question?" I asked. "Whether I want to know about my date Samantha's sexual fantasies?"

"Yes," she laughed.

"Then yes, I do want to hear about my sexy dates' fantasies," I admitted, moving my hand up to her ankle and calf.

"Then yes, I would love to be a lesbian again," Nana answered, before asking Mom, "Is Ellie your only female lover?"

"No," Mom admitted.

"Currently?" Nana delved deeper.

"No," Mom also admitted.

"No, she is not your only current female lover or ever?" Nana probed even more deeply.

"No, I have had a few ummm... assignations just in the past month," Mom revealed, "plus one sexy and dominant younger man."

"Oh my," Nana said, clearly surprised by her daughter's frank admissions. After a pause, she said, "I sure could use a sexy, dominant younger man."

As I moved to her other foot, I joked, "Hey, there's a younger man right in the room. Are you asking me to be dominant?"

Nana laughed, "If you weren't my grandson I'd be all over you."

I asked, "So if I wasn't your grandson you'd let me dominate you?"

"Curtis, what kind of question is that to ask your Nana?" she questioned, even though she let me keep massaging her foot.

"Well, we've already established that tonight you aren't my Nana, but my sexy older date Samantha and that I am your eager swain Curtis," I pointed out.

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"Yes, but that was all just fun and games," Nana pointed out but finally, I believe, considering the possibility that I wasn't speaking theoretically.

"No Samantha," I shook my head, my hands slowly caressing their way further up her leg. "I was completely serious."

"So, you're saying you'd fuck your Nana tonight if I permitted you?" she asked bluntly, looking down at my hands, which were now caressing her lower thighs under her dress.

"No," I corrected, "I would happily fuck my beautiful sexy date."

Nana looked at Mom, unnerved by the sudden dangerous shift in what had been a lighthearted if flirty conversation.

Mom said, "Ask me another question, Samantha. Ask your friend Alexis who the younger man is who is not only her lover, but her Master."

Nana stared at Mom for a moment, before her eyes went big and clarity hit her.

Knowing this was the moment to go for broke, I ordered, standing up, "Samantha, on your knees."

She looked at me, clearly in a moment of utter indecision. Likely she was still trying to process the implications of her daughter's words.

Mom, taking charge, being either a submissive or a domme depending on the situation, slid to her own knees and fished out my cock.

Nana watched in utter awe. Her eyes never left my crotch as Mom unzipped my pants, found my cock, which was stiff as iron, and pulled it out.

Mom looked at Nana and asked, "Are you hungry for some young hard cock, Mother? I love sharing!"

Nana was still speechless, unable to comprehend the watershed shock that had just been presented to her.

"Suit yourself," Mom shrugged, before looking up at me and asking, "Master, may I suck your big juicy cock?"

"Yes, my slut," I nodded before adding, "please show our newest pet how a good slut worships her Master's big cock."

"Mmmmmmm, yes Master," she purred, before taking my cock in her mouth and performing incest in front of her mother.

"That's it, Alexis," I groaned, "take all eight inches in those sweet cock sucking lips of yours."

I glanced at Nana who hadn't stopped staring at my large cock since her daughter had revealed it. I ordered again, gently but insistently, feeling confident she was on the brink of submission, "Samantha, on your knees, my beautiful slut."

She hesitated a moment, as if attempting one last resistance to the temptation of incest and crossing a very taboo line, before slowly sliding off the couch and onto her knees facing me, beside her daughter.

I asked, regally looking down at her, "Do you wish to be my slut, Samantha?"

She was still staring at my cock as she whispered, "Yes."

"Yes, what, Samantha?" I asked. "Tell me what you wish."

"Yes, I wish to be your slut," she whispered, saying the words I was dying to hear.

"And do you want my cock?" I questioned, pulling it out of Mom's mouth and tapping it on Nana's lower lip.

"God, yes," she whispered again, opening her mouth welcomingly.

I slid my cock in her mouth and watched as she began bobbing. She struggled with my length, gagging a few times, before apologizing after a couple of minutes or so, looking up and smiling for the first time, "I think I'm rather rusty."

I slid my cock back into her mouth and reassured her, "Give it a little time. It's like riding a bike, it comes back rather naturally."

"Well, it's also been a very long time since I rode a bike," Nana responded.

Mom warned, "Once you get this bike between your legs, you won't want to stop."

"Is that what happened to you?" Nana asked.

"I will do absolutely anything to have Curtis's cock in one of my three holes," Mom replied, taking my cock back in her mouth.

"Hey," Nana complained, as I watched two hot older women fighting over who got to suck my cock.

I laughed, "Don't worry, Samantha, I have enough cock for both of you."

"That you do," she nodded, leaning forward and taking my balls in her mouth as Mom bobbed hungrily back and forth at the other end of my rod.

Although I'd had many crazy sex adventures since that fateful Halloween evening (detailed in What Mom Doesn't Know Will Fuck Her), this may have been the most surreal. I was having my dick sucked and my balls pleasured at the same time by my Mother and my Nana.

Having not come all day since I'd been waiting for what I had prayed would be a multi-load evening, the double pleasure had my balls boiling in no time at all.

I groaned, as Nana sucked each of my balls in her mouth, while Mom simultaneously deep throated my cock, "I'm going to come soon, my sluts."

Nana, surprising both Mom and myself, sat up and begged, "Please, Curtis, give Nana your cum."

"Down your throat or all over your face?" I questioned.

"I'm your slut," she moaned, her hand going under her dress, "you decide."

"I think you two can share it," I decided, pulling out of Mom's heavenly mouth just before I was going to erupt down her throat. "Open wide, my pets."

Both beautiful women opened their mouths wide, on their knees, still in their fancy dresses, waiting for my load. It was easily one of the sexiest moments of my life and I'd had a lot of those in the past couple of months.

I pumped my cock and in seconds the first spray hit Nana directly in the face and she moaned on contact like a good slut should. I turned slightly and allowed my second full stream to hit Mom, before turning back to Nana to give her the remaining smaller squirts of my white goo.

As soon as my last small squirt hit Nana's chin, she leaned forward and took my cock back in her mouth. I quipped, "I tell you one thing, when it comes to retrieving every last speck of cum, it's definitely like mother, like daughter."

After a moment I pulled out of Nana's mouth and ordered indirectly, "I believe you each have some cum to retrieve."

Nana looked at Mom with trepidation, but Mom leaned forward and began kissing Nana, hoovering up the cum from her chin, cheek, nose, forehead and finally her lips. Nana was tentative at first, but soon she was kissing back. Nana had soon retrieved all the cum from Mom's face as well.

Once both faces were clean and shiny Nana asked, "So you let your son fuck all three of your holes?"

"Anytime he wants," she nodded.

"Even your ass?" Nana continued, her tone saying she couldn't fathom that being pleasurable.

"He loves reaming my ass, don't you, son?" she asked, looking up at me.

"I love all three of your fuck holes, Mother," I replied, "but yes, your asshole is super tight."

After a pause Mom asked Nana, "You've never been ass fucked?"

"No," she admitted. "Your father begged me to let him, but even though I loved his being my Master, I would never do that."

"Then you don't know what you're missing," Mom purred, grabbing my cock and stroking it.

"Nana are you wearing thigh highs?" I asked.

"As instructed," she nodded.

"Show me," I demanded.

"Does my grandson want to see his Nana naked?" she asked sexily, standing up.

"Does Nana want her grandson's cock buried deep in her cunt?" I countered, answering a question with a question.

"So we're no longer on a date?" Mom asked.

"I think Nana is getting turned on by the incest angle," I replied, before asking, "Is that true?"

"I don't know about that," she answered, "but I'm horny as all hell and you sure look good!"

"Get naked, Mother," Mom ordered.

"Pardon?" Nana asked, surprised to be told what to do by her daughter.

"Show your new Master and Mistress your shapely tits and your wet cunt," Mom clarified firmly.

"Alexis Jillian," Nana said, using Mom's middle name too, which usually meant trouble or disappointment.

"Samantha Slut Williamson I'm not going to ask you again, stand up and fucking take your dress off," Mom demanded. I could have added my two cents' worth, but it was hot watching my Mom domme my Nana.

Nana stood up, looking completely stunned by her daughter's demands, as she turned her back to me and asked, her body trembling, "Can you please unzip me, Master?"

Hearing Nana call me Master was incredibly hot and satisfying and I unzipped her sexy dress to reveal the back of a lacy black bra.

"Good slutttt," Mom purred.

Nana's face went beet red again, although I found it strange that she was embarrassed now, since she'd already sucked her grandson's cock and taken a facial. Yet, the hierarchy of a mother and daughter is very clear and Nana was clearly struggling with the sudden flip flop.

"Can you unclasp my bra, too, Master?" Nana requested.

Again I obliged the request, unclasping her bra and tossing it at Mom.

"I see your tits are still nice and firm," Mom nodded, moving to her mother and cupping her breasts.

"I can't believe we're doing this," Nana trembled, glancing to me as her daughter leaned forward and took an erect nipple in her mouth.

"But you're quite willing, aren't you Nana?" I asked, joining Mom and taking Nana's other nipple in my mouth.

"Yesss," she trembled from the double pleasure.

I bit her nipple playfully before continuing, "Ready to be our pet, Nana?" I asked as I swirled my tongue around her hard nipple.

"Yesssss," she moaned in response.

Mom, taking control, ordered as she sat down on the couch, "Come taste your Mistress, Mommy-slut."

"Hey, you're the Mommy-slut," I pointed out.

"But she's my mother," Mom countered.

"Touché," I nodded. "So to clarify, you're my Mommy-slut and Nana's my Nana-slut, but she's also your Mommy-slut."

"A bit convoluted," Mom laughed, before turning to a bewildered Nana, "Why are you still standing?"

"Sorry, Mistress," Nana replied, as she dropped to her knees.

"Does Mommy want to taste her daughter's cunt?" Mom asked, her tone so dripping with naughtiness my cock flinched.

Nana's face was red as a ripe apple, as she stammered, while staring at her daughter's cunt, "Y-y-yes."

"Yes, what?" Mom questioned.

"Yes, Mistress Alexis," Nana corrected.

"Beg, Mother," Mom ordered.

"Please, Mistress, can I, um, can I, can I eat my daughter's cunt?" Nana struggled to say. It seemed obvious senses of guilt and shame were spinning inside her, but her sexual hunger was overriding, barely, those motherly and moral concerns.

"We'll need to work on your begging," Mom said, shaking her head.

My cock again hard, I said, as I moved behind my kneeling Nana, "I'll help make her beg."

"You're going to fuck Nana?" Mom asked.

"Oh Godddddd," Nana moaned, as the answer to Mom's question was made clear by Nana's inarticulate and loud vocalisations as I slid my cock inside her cunt.

"You're letting your grandson fuck you?" Mom asked, amused.

"Like daughter, like motheeeeer," Nana moaned, as I remained lodged deep in her.

"Now beg again," Mom ordered, "beg to eat your daughter's cunt and to have your grandson pound your pussy."

Nana, overwhelmed and horny begged, this time with much more eagerness and intensity, "Mistress Alexis can your bitch mother munch on that beautiful box of yours while your son, my grandson, fucks the living shit out of me?"

"You want him to fuck your ass?" Mom asked, playing on her words, as I slowly fucked her.

Nana surprised both of us, when she responded, "My ass is yours Curtis, take my anal cherry if you want."

"Really?" I asked, stopping mid-stroke.

"Do my ass now, Curtis, hurry before I change my mind," Nana demanded, looking back at me.

"Mom, get the lube," I ordered.

"Happily," Mom nodded, before adding, looking directly at her mother, "but you're munching my cunt as well, Mom."

"Yes honey, anything," Nana nodded in desperate lust, clearly past the point of no return.

As Mom disappeared upstairs briefly, I asked, "Did you think this was how your trip would end up?"

Nana laughed nervously, "Not in a million years."

"So Papa was a dominant man?" I asked.

"God, yes," she nodded, "I loved how he knew exactly who I was."

"Who are you?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

"A lady on the outside, a slut on the inside," she admitted.

"Well, that is exactly how I see you, my sexy Nana-slut," I smiled, just as Mom returned.

"You really are just like him," she said, as Mom moved behind her.

"But with a bigger cock," I pointed out.

"Yessss," she smiled, as lube was generously coated on her rosebud and Mom slid a finger inside.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist being the first to penetrate her back door," Mom apologized, as she slowly fingered her mother's ass.

"I may have to punish you later," I teased.

"Punish away," she purred, sliding her finger out and returning to her seated position in front of Nana.

"Ready Nana?" I asked, as I moved behind her, my cock stiff as a rod, and ready for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity...to take my Nana's anal virginity.

"I'm your Nana-slut," she said with a wicked smile, "Use me as and when you wish, Master."

"Good answer, you sexy vixen," I nodded, as I rubbed my cock up and down her ass crack.

"Just shove that snake in my asshole, make Nana your shit hole fuck toy," she said, her words so nasty that I couldn't resist the temptation any longer.

I pushed forward and watched my cock slowly disappear inside Nana's incredibly tight asshole.

"Oh shiiiiiiiiiit, you're so fucking biggggggggg," she moaned loudly.

Mom empathised, "Nothing fills me more than his big dick slamming my asshole."

"Oh Mom, you say the nicest things," I mocked as my whole cock filled Nana's ass.

"You're too biggggg," Nana whimpered, clearly in pain.

"I'm all in, my newest ass slut," I declared, "I'll hold still until you're ready for more," not moving but just enjoying the sweet moment while allowing her to get accustomed to having a dick in her ass.

"Okkkkkkkay," she whimpered.

Mom explained, "Oh trust me, they say no pain, no gain, and there is no better example than a good hard ass fucking."

"I can't believe how big a slut you are," Nana replied.

"Says the Nana with her grandson's cock buried in her ass," Mom smirked, "not to mention the slut about to eat her own daughter's cunt."

"I already knew I was a dirty slut," Nana countered, "I just thought you'd always been the good girl."

"Like mother, like daughter," Mom shrugged, grabbing her Mom's head and pulling it into her cunt. "Now get licking, my newly-discovered slut."

Watching Nana eat out her daughter was hot and I slowly began fucking her ass, wanting her to get used to the slow motions of an ass fucking before I shifted into an intense ass reaming.

Her whimpers were muffled in Mom's cunt, but after a few minutes of slow constant in and out, Nana finally spoke.

"Faster, grandson," she said, "Fuck your Nana's shit hole faster."

Mom quipped, "You love committing incest don't you, Mother?"

"It's so bad it's good," she replied, as I obliged her request.

"Get back to eating cunt, Mommy-slut," Mom ordered, grabbing her head roughly and holding it between her legs.

As I began fucking Nana harder, making her face fuck into her daughter's cunt with each forward thrust, Mom began talking dirty to me. "Pound her ass, baby. Slam that big dick in her until she comes like the little old ass whore she is."

"I knew you'd love having your own Mommy-pet," I grunted, slamming into Nana now.

"I think we may get her her own kennel for when she comes and visits," Mom quipped.

"You're so bad," I purred.

"As are you," she winked back.

"I was raised by a slut," I winked back at her. "I just wish I'd known sooner."

After a couple of minutes of hard-core fucking and eager licking from Nana, Mom was getting close as she ordered, "Oh God, Mommy, now suck on your daughter's clit."

I kept reaming Nana's ass as Mom's orgasm built and she screamed, "Yesssssss!!", as she ground her cunt up and down her mother's face.

When she let go a few seconds later, collapsing back, Nana begged me, "Tell me what I am, Master."

"Does my Nana-slut like being called names?" I asked, teasing.

"God, yesssssss," she moaned, beginning to bounce her ass back to meet my forward thrusts.

"Are you getting close, my incest slut?" I questioned.

"Yes, grandson," she moaned.

"You like reminding yourself you're committing incest, don't you my incestuous ass-taking slave?" I continued.

"Yes, Nana wants to be your ass slut, your cock sucker, and your cum bucketttt!!" she responded, bouncing back so hard that our loud slapping sounds were echoing through the room.

"I want you to come without touching your whore hole, just by getting ass fucked," I ordered.

"Yes, Master, I'll obeyyyyyy your every command," she declared, her orgasm definitely close.

"Come from getting your butt plugged by your eighteen-year-old grandson, your new Master," I ordered.

"More, more, more," she begged, getting turned on from the nasty talk.

"You will seduce your other daughter and your granddaughter when they arrive for the holidays," I ordered.

"Whaaaaaat?" she questioned, thrown by my newest expectation.

"Your task is to get my Aunt Elizabeth and my cousin Laura to join our Christmas family orgy," I said.

Mom moaned, "Curtis, you really are a bad, bad boy."

"But she's not like usss," Nana protested.

"Did you think Alexis was an incest committing, ass taking slut or a switch: a Mistress to some women but a submissive pet to Ellie?" I asked, stopping fucking her and holding her hips so she couldn't bounce back.

"Don't stooooooop," she whined.

"Are you going to obey your Master?" I questioned.

Mom added, "Do as you're fucking told, Mother. Don't worry, I'll help."

Nana sighed, "Yes, dammit, I'll make my other daughter a cunt licking, ass taking whore like the rest of her family."

"And Laura?" I questioned, giving five quick thrusts.

"I'll make her the bottom feeder of the whole famly," Nana declared, "she needs to be taken down a beg or fifty anyways."

"Good Nana-slut," I nodded, resuming fucking her hard. Aunt Elizabeth was a quiet woman, a lot shyer than Mom or Nana, but her daughter Laura was a complete bitch who needed to be knocked down a peg or two. It would be fun to see how Nana attempted to seduce two very different people. Like Mom, Aunt Elizabeth was in the middle of a divorce, although she was nearing the end of the process.

"I'm a badddd Nana-slutttt," she corrected, resuming bouncing back on my cock.

"You're a dirty Nana-slut, riding your grandson's cock like a filthy porn star," I teased, still laying on the name-calling to turn her on.

"I'll make any movieeeeee you want, Master," she moaned, "Make me your filthy cum slut, I need to be used soooooooo fucking bad."

"Come now, my Nana-slut, come from your sodomy at the hands of your grandson, your daughter's son. Only real cum sluts allow their flesh and blood to not only fuck them, but fuck their, what did you call it, their shit hole."

"Oh yes, yes, more, Nana needs more," she babbled, clearly near eruption.

"Come right now, you fucking whore, you incest slut, you cunt munching dyke, you bad Mommy, bad Nana," I listed.

"Yessssssss," she screamed, "I'm comiiiiiiiiiing."

I kept fucking her ass hard, my own orgasm close.

I asked, "Does my Nana-slut want to feel her asshole filled with cum?"

"Fill your Nana's asshole with your family cum, Master," she agreed, as her orgasm continued coursing through her.

"Uhhhhhh," I grunted, depositing a load deep in her no-longer-virgin ass.

"Yessss, fill your slave's asshole," Nana groaned as her asshole walls were coated.

Mom added, her phone filming our dual orgasms, "Say hi, Mother."

Nana looked up and didn't even hesitate, "Hi, Mistress Alexis, your son just came in your Mother's asshole."

"Did you like it?" Mom asked.

"God, yes," Nana nodded.

"What are you?" Mom asked, as I pulled out of Nana.

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"A Mommy-slut to you and a Nana-slut to your son," Nana admitted.

"Mom, come and retrieve my cum," I ordered.

"You really are a dirty boy," Mom teased, handing me the phone, standing up, moving behind her mother and burying her face in her Mom's leaking asshole.

I looked down at Nana and smiled, shifting from Master to grandson, "I love you, Nana."

"I love you, too, Curtis," Nana replied, looking up.

Five minutes later we were all climbing into the hot tub together when Nana asked, "You weren't serious about Elizabeth and Laura, were you?"

"Is the bear Catholic?" I asked.

"Fuck, I was afraid you were serious," Nana sighed.

"It's going to be a great Christmas," I declared.

"Apparently I'll be your ho-ho-ho," Nana joked.

"One of many," I smiled. After a pause, "By the way, I got married while I was in Vegas."

"What?" Nana gasped.

"It's a long story," I said, "Isn't it Mom?

Mom shrugged, "It all began on Halloween when I came downstairs and Ted had to work and Curtis liked my sexy costume and..."

Mom and I took turns retelling the story to Nana of the past couple of months before we had another threesome, and this time I filled her long-neglected cunt.

Nana asked, cum finally leaking out of her cunt, "You sure I can't just keep you to myself?"

Mom laughed, stroking my cock, "Thankfully he has a very quickly reloading gun."

"I'm out of bullets for the moment," I said, sitting back down.

As Mom and Nana began kissing, very much unlike normal mother-daughter kissing, I wondered if it was possible for Nana to fulfill the difficult task I had given her.

I hoped so, I was beginning to become an addict. I couldn't find enough submissive sluts to fulfill my insatiable lust.

Until then I would just have to settle for Miranda, Ellie, Mom and Nana...man, I had a tough life.

THE END...for now...

The next part: What Mom Knows Fucks Her Sister was released on Feb 24, 2017.What Mom Knows Fucks Her Sister - Incest/Taboo

Summary: Mom, Nana and Son team up to seduce bitchy prude relative.

Note 1: Thanks to Tex Beethoven for editing and plot suggestion, Robert, Dave and Wayne for editing.

Note 2: APOLOGY: Sorry this has taken so long. I'm shocked at how time flies realizing that over two years have passed since the last chapter was released. It was started over a year and a half ago, but because of the popularity of the series, started back in October of 2011, I only release a story when I think it is good enough. After a complete throw away of the first plot, and five rewrites of this one, I am finally happy with the chapter... I hope you are too.

Note 3: This is part 8 of a continuing incest series (although it is much more complex than a simple incest story). I highly recommend you read the first seven parts as the layered subplots may be confusing without the background information...but here is a very brief primer of the series so far:

In WHAT MOM DOESN'T KNOW WILL FUCK HER 18-year-old Curtis goes to a Halloween party dressed in a costume designed for his absent father and ends up fucking his beautiful mother.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER AGAIN Curtis ends up in an amazing threesome with his mother and his fantasy girl, the local celebrity weather girl Miranda Collington.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER ASS Curtis begins dating the older, but sexually exotic Miranda while also continuing to fuck his Mother; and as the title suggests, Curtis gets to do his mother's ass during an epic evening where he fulfills the Tri-fecta, coming in his Mother's mouth, pussy and ass.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER IN THE AIR Curtis joins the Mile High Club during an epic first class flight to Vegas with his Mom, his celebrity girlfriend Miranda, Mom's friend and ex-Mistress Ellie and a very submissive stewardess.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER IN VEGAS Curtis must try desperately to stop Mom's ex-Mistress Ellie from reclaiming his submissive mother; Curtis and his mom have a heart to heart; Curtis, Miranda, Ellie and his mom end up in a hot five-some in a church with the bride minutes before the wedding; Curtis and Miranda make a BIG decision.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER IN WHITE Curtis and Miranda get married; so do Ellie and Curtis's mom; they celebrate with an orgy in the chapel and then one more at the wedding of Miranda's ex when they take the bride up to the honeymoon suite, along with a beautiful black co-worker.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER MOM Curtis and his Mom return home to catch his Dad having sex with his secretary, which leads to the separation of Curtis's parents; meanwhile Curtis decides he wants Ellie's ass, but she counters by giving him his ex-biology teacher's ass instead. Curtis also learns that his ex-girlfriend Pam is a lesbian. Lastly, Curtis's Nana, Samantha, comes to support his Mom with the break-up and ends up becoming Curtis's newest completely submissive incestuous ass slut...even going so far as to promise Curtis to seduce her other daughter Elizabeth and Laura, Elizabeth's high school student daughter who just turned eighteen.

After the wild night with Mom and Nana, I wasn't sure how the next morning would go... I was especially nervous about how Nana would react once she'd had a chance to sleep on it.

Nana had been quite drunk last night. Would she regret the reality that she'd fucked her grandson, eaten out her daughter and lost her anal virginity?

If past experience taught me anything, the answer would be no. I'd learned that women were just as sex-craved as men, given the chance. Many women hid behind an exterior of propriety and societal expectations... but most, given the chance, would allow their inner succubus to come out and play.

The fact that I was currently fucking my Mother, my Nana, my celebrity Wife, my Mom's Domme Mistress, and various casual hookups was strong evidence that my theory was true.

Yet my latest suggestion, urging Nana to seduce and fuck her other daughter and her daughter's daughter (Nana's granddaughter, my cousin) was a bit much. At some point this crazy house of sex cards could come tumbling down... especially the more people we involved in our twisted, wicked, secret, but super fun incest games.

Of course, I was thinking this as I was woken up the best way ever... morning head from my mother. This I would miss when I moved in with my beautiful bride... who wasn't a morning person... partly by nature, and partly due to her evening job.

After I deposited my morning load down Mom's welcoming throat, I asked, "Did we push Nana too far last night?"

"Oh, I think she was a very willing participant," Mom responded, as she licked my mushroom top to savour a last drop of sperm.

"Oh, I agree. But I meant having her promise to seduce Aunt Elizabeth and Laura," I said.

"I'm not sure she'll succeed, but Mom does enjoy a challenge," my Mom pointed out.

"That definitely seems to be a family trait," I joked, although it was the truth.

"Wanna go and wake Nana up with a nice dp?" Mom asked.

"Those are words that would have been utterly crazy when she visited last Christmas," I joked, as Mom draped her naked body against mine.

"And yet now it's reality," Mom smiled, leaning in and kissing me.

We did indeed wake up Nana with a slow and sweet dp, before she begged us to 'fuck the living shit out of her,' clearly having no regrets about last night's sexual debauchery of incestuous lust.

It was an hour later, as we ate breakfast, that Nana began, "About Elizabeth."

"And Laura," I added.

"Yes," she nodded. "Are you sure they need to be a part of this?"

Before I could answer, my new bride Miranda walked into the house and called out, "Hello, anyone awake yet?"

Mom called back, "In the kitchen."

"So I'm finally going to meet your wife," Nana asked, giving me a look saying loud and clear that she was still put out at not being invited to the wedding.

"Like I told you, Nana, it was a spur of the moment decision," I said, "we were in Vegas and there wasn't time to fly you there... we didn't invite anyone at all that we weren't already fucking," acting like a defensive grandson and not like a guy who just twenty minutes ago had deposited a load of cum in her super tight asshole.

Miranda entered and I pointed out the obvious, "You're awake early."

She noticed someone new and smiled, "And you must be Samantha. Curtis has told me a lot about you."

Nana took her hand and smiled, her tone not even remotely hiding that she knew everything, "And I've heard a LOT about you."

"All good, I hope," Miranda said, still smiling.

"That depends on your viewpoint," Nana said, still pushing it.

I interjected, clarifying everything, "Nana-slut, don't go acting possessive on me. You belong to me, not the other way around."

Miranda's mouth dropped open.

"It was a good night, Mistress!" Mom added.

"Well, now I'm sorry I left you two alone for some family time," Miranda said, her smile returning.

Mom joked, "Oh, we three generations got to know each other a lot better. We've expanded the definition of 'gene pool'."

"Nana, go eat some more breakfast," I ordered, snapping my fingers and pointing to my wife... enjoying the power I had over her... and testing how obedient she would be with someone new present.

"Are you suggesting I crawl over to your wife and eat her cunt?" Nana asked.

"That is exactly what I am suggesting," I nodded.

"Just making sure," Nana said with a wicked smile, eagerly dropping to her knees and crawling over to Miranda, licking her lips.

"Oh my," Miranda smiled, looking at me with a look of surprise, before she joked, "So you gave your Nana her Christmas present early?"

"It's a layered gift ceremony," I joked, "we may extend it to the Twelve Days of Christmas," as I watched Nana's head disappear underneath Miranda's dress. Miranda never wore panties of course, so Nana had immediate access to her second breakfast of hairless twat.

"It's getting hard to find you any new gifts," Miranda moaned, as Nana's tongue made contact with her pussy.

"I already have everything I need," I said romantically, as I went over and kissed her... while my Nana licked her.

"Remember that as I age and these begin to sag," Miranda joked, when I broke the kiss.

"You'll always be beautiful to me," I said, meaning it. Miranda was beautiful; Miranda was a sexual submissive nymphomaniac, but she was also the sweetest woman I knew. I loved her for the entire package: brains, beauty, sexuality and compassion.

She was perfect... as was listening to her whimpers as Nana ate her out.

Mom sighed, "Well, I'd love to chat or watch or join, but some of us still have to go to work."

"I'll take care of Nana," I promised.

"I bet you will," Mom scoffed, as she slapped my ass.

Miranda asked, "You don't want to watch your son fuck my ass while your mom eats my cunt?"

Fuck, I loved how my bride could turn from sweet to nasty in a heartbeat.

"I expect you to come see me today, slut," Mom said, my wife still a submissive to her in this twisted, complex, strange hierarchy I was living in.

I was at the top, that was clear, except to Ellie, who was still trying to be in overall control, even though no matter how hard she fought it, it was obvious to everyone else she was a submissive to me too.

"Yes, Mistress," Miranda nodded, as I moved behind her and lifted up her dress.

"At two o'clock," Mom ordered, as I moved my rigid cock between my bride's ass cheeks.

"Of course, Mistress," Miranda nodded, as she bent over a bit, using Nana's shoulders for balance.

"Be sure to come on Nana's face," Mom suggested to me, before walking out of the kitchen.

"I think that can be arranged," I nodded, as my cock disappeared inside Miranda's ass.

"Oooooh," Miranda moaned, as she was suddenly getting double teamed by cock and tongue.

"Pound her ass," Nana ordered, out of the blue.

"I can't believe you fucked your Nana," Miranda teased, as I slowly began fucking her ass.

"My aunt is next," I revealed.

"Does she know that?" Miranda asked.

"Don't forget your cousin," Nana chipped in.

"And possibly my cousin, although she is a bit of a bitch," I added.

"A bit?" Nana scoffed.

"Okay, she's a really nasty piece of work," I corrected.

"Maybe I can have a go at her," Miranda suggested.

"That's a great idea," I nodded enthusiastically.

"Now stop talking and start fucking my asshole," Miranda demanded, not one for making gentle love... usually.

"Let's change positions," I said, not sure Nana could support the majority of Miranda's weight once I started really pounding her.

"Where do you want me?" Miranda asked, standing back up straight as my cock slipped out of her ass.

"Nana, where would you like to have your brunch?" I asked.

"Bend her over the kitchen table, Master," Nana suggested, as she crawled to it and under it... positioning herself like the submissive she was.

"Like daughter, like mother," Miranda joked, twisting the old saying around as she pulled her dress off over her head to reveal no bra either, just thigh highs and toeless heels, as she walked to the kitchen table and offered her cunt back to my Nana.

"What a beautiful slit you have," Nana complimented my wife.

"All the better to fuck your grandson with," Miranda responded, as if they were creating their own twisted dialogue for Little Red Riding Hood.

"Well, here comes the big bad wolf," I growled theatrically, moving behind her and threatening, "I'm going to huff and puff and blow my wad inside you."

"Oh, what a big cock you have, Mr. Woodsman," Miranda played along as I slid it back into her asshole.

"All the better to fuck you with, my dear," I continued, grabbing her hips and slamming into her as hard as I could.

"Oh yes, give it to me, fuck me while Grandmama samples my basket of goodies," Miranda demanded, the double pleasure clearly getting her motor running quickly.

And for a few minutes I fucked my wife in the ass with powerful strokes as my Nana licked her to not one, but two orgasms.

When I was finally close, I pulled out, Miranda moved obligingly out of the way just in time, and I splattered Nana's face, already coated in pussy cum, with my own cum.

"That is so hot," Miranda purred, having knelt down beside the table to watch me use Nana's face as a cum canvas.

As soon as I was done, Nana took my cock in her mouth for a good wash, not at all concerned it had spent the past few minutes in another woman's asshole.

After a minute I had to urinate, so I pulled out and said, "You two can clean each other up."

When I returned, after a quick shower, my wife and Nana were sitting quietly at the kitchen table, having coffee... no evidence of the kinky sex of minutes earlier except that we were all still naked. (Sexy thigh highs don't count.)

Eventually, Nana went to have a shower herself, and Miranda and I dressed and went to do some quick Christmas shopping and have a quick lunch, before I headed back home and she eventually headed to go and meet my Mom at work for an afternoon munch.

When I got home, I walked past where Nana had been napping and saw the door was open... and she was awake... and still completely naked except for a pair of black thigh highs.

"Welcome home," she smiled, sitting up on the bed, legs demurely crossed, hiding her sweet pussy. The innocent effect was a bit lost, since she was also gazing into my eyes while she lifted first one generous breast, then another, to her face so she could suck on her nipples and nibble on them, watching me carefully for my reaction.

Nana was still in great shape despite being a grandmother. Great genes gave this former beauty pageant contestant an incredible body. She displayed virtually no sag. Her skin was supple yet still tight; her large breasts hung lower than when she was younger, and her thighs were a bit thicker, but somehow that made for a fuller beauty. As I stared at her, I felt myself stir into rigidity once again.

This was not lost on Nana at all. She smiled mischievously, and wordlessly uncrossed her legs and spread them wide open... almost 180... apparently she was also still very flexible.

I walked into her room, still in awe of having gotten Nana to be my slut too, as I cocked my eyebrow and asked, "Were you expecting someone?"

"I was just dressed as a Nana slut should always be for her big dicked Grandson," she answered, moving her hand to her pussy.

"Well, your grandson and his big dick approve," I nodded, finding her utterly sensuous in her pose, her cum-hither facial expression, and her thigh highs.

"I feel you're a bit overdressed," she smiled, looking directly at my crotch.

"It is a little hot in here," I smiled, unbuttoning my shirt.

"I'm feeling quite feverish myself," she said, watching her Grandson get undressed. "I think I'll need a complete hose-down."

Fuck, she was hot. Now likely 99% of the time if someone told you they were fucking their nana, grandmother, grandma or however they addressed them, you would be repulsed... but my Nana looked twenty years younger than she was, and had the sex drive of someone forty years younger.

"Thankfully," I continued the playful banter as my pants fell to the carpet and I stepped out of them, "I brought a fully loaded hose to this fire."

"Well, get that hose over here and douse my flames before they become an uncontrollable inferno," Nana ordered, lifting her right leg high in the air.

I lost my boxers, my hose ready to douse any fire, but only after I fanned it into a wildfire, and walked over to the bed.

I took her nylon-clad ankle into both hands and massaged it, while taking her cute, manicured toes into my mouth one at a time.

"Ohhhhh, I haven't had this done to me since I was a model," Nana moaned softly.

"Granddad?" I asked.

"Savannah," she answered. "A model from Italy."

"Yummy," I envisioned a lascivious, model-slender, younger version of Nana losing herself in the act of lesbianism, as I moved my lips to a second toe.

"Yes, she loved her feet, and she loved my feet. She loved sucking toes, and she loved getting foot fucked," Nana explained.

"Foot fucked?" I questioned, moving my lips and tongue to another toe.

"Yeah. Imagine fisting a cunt," she said coarsely, exciting my imagination, which was getting more and more vivid, still in awe of hearing my Nana say 'fuck' and 'cunt', and now 'fisting'.

"Image of you fisting her hot cunt while she urges you on burned into my head," I joked, appreciatively.

"Except instead of any old fist, it's my foot," Nana embellished the picture.

"A whole foot?" I questioned, the foot a very different model part and shape than a fist.

"Yep, first the toes, then the heel, and then all the way in up to the ankle," Nana nodded.

"Holy fuck," I said, unable to envision that actually being possible, as I lay on the bed and moved her other foot to my worshipful mouth.

"That would be one of the many things she screamed as I foot fucked her," Nana added, seeming to enjoy shocking me, "and when I began wiggling my toes..."

"Wow," I said, duly shocked.

"That's what I thought when I first saw your big cock and you made me your Nana-slut," she said back, "wow", her free foot now going to my chest and rubbing me slowly while I slowly continued my way through all ten of her toes.

"If we get Aunt Elizabeth and Laura on board, that will be the ultimate wow," I said, sucking her big toe in my mouth with a slurping sound.

"I need you to come and wow me right now," she demurely suggested, "the bush-fire is spreading."

I swiveled around so we were face to face and moved my cock between her legs, and she closed her legs beneath me asking, "Can you fuck your Nana-slut like this?"

"I can fuck you in any and every position you want," I bragged, as I wrapped my toes around her ankles, and positioned myself to slide inside her... loving the idea of this position, as my bare legs would be sliding against her silky nylon-clad legs.

"Promises, promises," Nana joked playfully, as my cock began probing her wetness.

"I don't make promises I can't keep," I guaranteed confidently, as I sank deep inside Nana.

"Massssster," Nana moaned sibilantly as I slowly entered her. I guess she enjoyed snakes.

An interesting thought occurred to me right at that moment, and wanting to make this one on one time special, I corrected, "No, Nana. Right now I'm not your Master and you aren't my Nana-slut. Right now you're just my Nana and I'm your grandson, ok? This is between Nana and grandson. Loving relatives worshiping each other."

"Okay lover," she smiled, as I sank the rest of the way inside my grandmother. "Dearest Grandson," she groaned as I bottomed out. Nana had said repeatedly in the last day that I was the largest she'd ever had, which never failed to bring a smile to my face, but I understood that was pretty much her wanting to stroke my ego whether her words were true or not... but I still enjoyed the compliment.

"That's it, Nana. Do you feel that? That's your Grandson's cock filling you. Do you like it?" I asked soothingly as I took deliberately slow strokes inside her burning wet inferno (the most beautiful of tropical oxymorons).

"God yes, I love my Grandson's dick in my cunt," Nana declared, seeming to love such incestual reminders.

My full length was inside her, then slowly gliding almost all the way out, each of us intimately feeling the minutia of sensations as tiny irregularities in our flesh moved to centre stage and our attention reveled in them. It was as if we had each taken a drug that excited our nerve endings and made them super receptive to every nuance of each other. One simple out-stroke and it felt like a long journey through an exotic wilderness. And then all the way back in to achieve the same blissful experience in reverse. And then the long, leisurely journey back out...

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It's the little things that often make sex amazing. Sure, sometimes it's just raw passion, utter domination or urgent lust, but truthfully at the end of the day, imaginary journeys through foreign countries aside, it's the small, interpersonal intricacies that make me smile the most:

-the splashing sounds of a wet pussy as I stroke my cock in and out of it (and the range of sounds as I go from the languid slurps of slow and soft strokes, to the crashing waves of deep hard pounding)

-the diversity of sounds that escape from a woman's mouth (moans, whimpers, and screams... every woman's reaction to sex a unique symphony)

-the slow escalation of breathing until the uncontrolled, ragged panting of heavy rapture is released for all to hear (even if it's only the two of you present)

-the growing redness of her cheeks

-the arching of her back as the inevitable approaches nearer and nearer

-the lips (pursed, trembling or wide open... each oral gesture communicating a million unspoken words)

-the spoken word (compliments, urgent begging, nasty talk, swearing, nuanced requests)

-the eyes (which were also eloquent in a million silent emotions including lust, need, desperation and euphoria... most people don't see the eyes as a sexual tell, but it's often one of the most telling)

-the tightening of her legs mere seconds before pleasure cascades through her entire body (almost always a warning I am getting her close to the big O)

-how they come (screaming like a banshee, moaning loudly, or allowing the eruption to occur during silent tears)

-the cum (flooding out of her like a broken faucet, leaking out of her slowly like a soft rain or everything between)

-of course, her legs wrapped in sheer silk stockings is a no- brainer

This encounter was just between Nana and me. I was in no hurry, actually I was the opposite... I wanted this to be a long, satisfying marathon session between two lovers.

I was rhythmic but slow.

The position she had requested was perfect to see her lips purse, and her eyes looking directly at me in what could only be a mixture of lust and desperation, and her legs still being together added a stimulating friction as the top of her cunt rubbed against the top of my dick. I suspected this position was also giving extra attention to her G-spot.

Nana was soon anticipating my strokes and the gentle fuck became tender and intimate.

This wasn't fucking, this was an experience where two loving souls become one for a brief time, and where the world around them doesn't really exist.

Nana's reaction to me was simply sublime. She babbled, unable to finish a coherent sentence, clearly the flames swarming inside her, "Yes. Yes, Curtis. Oh God. You're just the... Oooooooh."

"That's my good Nana. Who is it? Who is it that's fucking you right now, Nana? Say who I am!" I ordered after a couple of minutes of slow, deliberate teasing.

As I continued to take my time gently sliding my cock all the way in and out of her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh! You're my lover! My grandson! My beautiful, loving, hard, big-dicked and oh-so-darling Grandson is fucking his Nana so fucking incredibly," she declared, her breathing getting deeper.

Deciding to push the teasing, to push Nana to a place of ultimate desperation, I began to go in only halfway before I pulled back out... my objective to have her beg me, to lift her ass eagerly off the bed, to squirm around, to do anything imaginable to get my entire rod buried deep inside her.

"And you're my hot Nana," I complimented back. "My beautiful Nana."

"Oh yes, baby, please, stop teasing me," she pleaded, "I want my grandson's entire cock fucking me."

"How badly do you want that, Nana?" I asked, as I denied her by pulling all the way out, opening her legs and just teasingly tapping my cock against her swollen clit.

"Ooooooooh God, Grandson, I've never needed a cock inside me so badly in my entire life," she pleaded, lifting her ass high off the bed.

"Mmmmm," I smiled, as I slowly returned my entire shaft deep inside Nana's wanton pussy.

"Yessssss, Grandson, fill Nana's cunt with the perfect prick, fuck Nana with that glorious glans, pound Nana with that snake charmer," she rattled on, each term somehow sexier than the previous... snake charmer a completely new one.

As I began pumping all the way in and out of her, bringing one of her feet all the way up near her head and back to my mouth... damn was she flexible... and sucking her toes as I said, "Oh yes, Nana. Yes, I am. I'm fucking my amazing Nana and her perfect body and her tight cunt."

"Oh yes, Master... I mean Grandson... pound Nana's cunt and shoot your full load deep in Nana's hole," she responded back, enjoying the naughty incest angle as much as I was.

After a few more strokes I ordered, "Touch yourself, Nana. Rub your clit while your grandson fucks you with his big cock. Don't you love your own grandson nailing your pussy?"

"Oooooo...ooooo...oooo...Yesssss...my sexy Grandson is fucking me so good...I can't believe how good you are," she moaned as her climax was approaching the tipping point.

I was preparing to pound Nana to a hard finish and release my own built up seed, my breathing getting deeper but still only through my nostrils. Just before I leaned forward to begin applying power strokes in her, wanting to make her reach euphoria... wanting to ensure that she came since this wasn't about me... It was about Nana... the incredible thought of bringing Nana to climax while seeing if I could deny my own had a deep appeal to me. Could I do it? Why would I want to? I wasn't sure, but I suddenly wanted to find out. I altered my thrusts to soft full length deep strokes.

It became a race between my own mind and Nana's orgasm. I was determined to win. It wasn't going to be easy. Nana's pussy was now beginning to clamp down on my dick as her climax began.

"Oh you're such a good Nana fucker," she moaned, looking directly into my eyes.

"I'm always here to give you a good fucking, sweet Nana," I answered, knowing her orgasm was imminent.

A few more long strokes, and the flames consumed her.

"Oh oh...Oh...OH Sweet Jeezus...CURTIS! I'm cummmmmming!" Nana cried out. I bit the inside of my lip for a bit of pain to counter the pleasure produced as Nana came all over my cock, determined not to come myself.

It worked, too! I rode out wave after wave of Nana's clenching pussy as she came all over my dick.

And it was an incredible sensation. My balls tightening, preparing to launch my load, then being pulled back. I'd never felt such a strong reaction. It almost overwhelmed me. But the satisfaction of the denial was nearly as good as a release would've been, and somehow I could sense that my next load would be more glorious than this would have been. I think Mom might be the beneficiary of that one...

"Oh God, fuck," Nana trembled as I watched her entire being consumed by pleasure... a pleasure I gave her which was ultimately satisfying, even as I kept my own orgasm at bay... barely.

I pulled out as Nana recovered from her orgasm. She looked up at me wearily and asked, "Did you come?"

I shook my head, no. I explained, "Today was about you."

"But I want you to come too," she objected, quite concerned.

"I'll let you do that to me later," I smiled, almost taking her up on her offer and moving my cock between those sexy lips. "But I'm trying to be more than just a self-gratifying fuck machine. I want it to be about the woman's pleasure as much... if not more... than mine."

"Wow," she smiled, "where were you when I was young?"

I joked, "Lurking in your DNA."

"Well, you can come out and give Nana an orgasm anytime you want," she offered.

"And you can ask for one anytime you want," I offered back.

"By the way," Nana said, as she remained lying on her back recovering from her orgasm, "Elizabeth is coming here tomorrow, and Laura is coming a couple days later, I think."

"Is that a guarantee? You're getting them to come?" I joked, playing on the word 'come'.

She laughed, "That Elizabeth is coming here tomorrow, yes, that's guaranteed. That either of them will be 'coming' because of your big dick I cannot guarantee."

"I'll give you a couple of days," I smiled.

"I think it will go way better if you seduce them yourself, especially Elizabeth," Nana said. "She's vulnerable and has most likely been suffering through a lengthy withdrawal... one look at your willing dick and that may be all it takes."

"You know, it would be fun to try and do my own seduction," I said, realizing all of them had been partly or mostly done by others, and me just the lucky benefactor. Except for the first time when I was in costume and Mom thought she was fucking Dad (or at least pretended to think so at the time).

"I'll help where I can," Nana offered, before adding, "but I'm not much of a seductress, more of a submissive slut."

"I'll let you know," I nodded, before heading out, my unreleased balls still bubbling in my ball sack.

That night Mom, Nana and I had a second family threesome where I finally unloaded my delayed load in my mom's ass, which led to Nana eagerly retrieving my load from her daughter's asshole. I also watched a lengthy mom and daughter 69 as they brought each other off to multiple orgasms. Which, of course, got me hard again, so I unloaded a second evening load in Nana's pussy, which Mom eagerly retrieved.

Elizabeth's flight was coming in at 1pm and I made sure both Nana and Mom were dressed sexy: dresses, heels and thigh highs.

At the airport, Mom, Nana and I waited for Aunt Elizabeth to arrive... both Mom and Nana wearing coats of cum on their faces that were probably undetectable to anyone but me.

Mom and Nana were both wearing skirts, heels and nylons, very overdressed for an afternoon airport pick-up of a sister or daughter... both of them dressed as if picking up a lover before heading straight to a hotel for a back-in-the-saddle-again fuck session.

Aunt Elizabeth arrived, a good thirty minutes late and annoyed... dressed in jeans, a sweater and boots.

She saw Mom and Nana and looked perplexed as she reached us. She asked, "Why are you two dressed so extravagantly?"

Mom answered, "I always dress like this."

Nana added, "And I didn't want to look all shabby when we picked you up; not with Alexis looking so hot."

"Did you just call your daughter hot?" Elizabeth asked, clearly surprised.

Nana nodded agreeably, "I think I produced two very hot daughters."

Elizabeth looked even more confused at the strange compliment as she took a shot at my Mom, "Going through a mid-life crisis Alexis?"

"On the contrary, I've never felt sexier in my life," Mom countered.

"Trying to find a man to replace Ted?" my aunt questioned accusatorily, sounding unmistakeably judgemental.

I couldn't help it, and intervened, "She already has."

"Really?" Aunt Elizabeth said, not impressed, only slightly less judgemental, "That was quick."

Mom shrugged, "I'm a new woman."

Nana added, "Enough sibling rivalry. Both of you are either divorced or in the process, so there should be no judging. We need to live for the now."

"Yes, Mom," Aunt Elizabeth nodded, before waiting for Mom to parrot the same thing... but she didn't, which seemed to perturb Aunt Elizabeth. She didn't say anything, just glared daggers at Mom, who noticed, but acted oblivious.

We retrieved her suitcases, two for a week-long trip, and headed home.

Once home, we chatted for a while about generic shit as I watched my aunt closely, listening to her tone and responses... which were often catty, including quite a few not-so-sly shots at my mom. Mom was demonstrating that she was a deft hand at selective blindness, or in this case, deafness. As far as anyone could tell, she had no idea her 'loving' sister was saying anything the least bit negative.

After listening in silence for a while and taking all this in, I asked Mom, "Would you like a massage?"

"I'd love one, Son," Mom smiled, swinging her legs around on the couch so her feet landed in my lap.

As I took her nylon-clad feet in my hands, I glanced up to see that Elizabeth was shocked by such intimacy.

Nana, selectively blind herself, kept nattering on about her upcoming trip to Europe in February to visit friends, as I massaged Mom's silky feet.

Aunt Elizabeth kept staring at what I was doing, as Mom's hem crept up until Elizabeth also noticed Mom was wearing thigh highs. When Nana finally wound down, to Elizabeth's obvious relief, although Mom and I hadn't minded a bit, Elizabeth criticised, "Alexis, we can see the lace tops of your stockings."

"They're thigh highs," Mom corrected her.

"Okay," Elizabeth said, shaking her head, "we can see the tops of your thigh highs, then."

"Okay, thanks for noticing," Mom acknowledged, making it clear it wasn't a big deal.

"And your Son is massaging your feet," Auntie continued.

"He does that almost every day," Mom explained. "He's really good at it, isn't he, Mom?"

"Yes, he's very good," Nana nodded, although the smouldering look she gave me hinted that she was talking about something far more interesting than my foot massages.

"I think it's weird," Elizabeth said, shaking her head with disapproval.

Nana asked, "Can you do my feet too, Curtis? I'm not as good in heels as I used to be."

"Sure, Nana," I agreed, moving Mom's silky feet off my lap, where they had rested on my hard cock... the touch of nylon like a magic wand to my dick... actually just a woman's feet in nylons had my cock saluting DuPont, who had introduced that sensuous invention over eighty years ago.

If Elizabeth was shocked when I gave my Mom a foot massage, she was completely flummoxed when I moved over to Nana, dropped to my knees in front of her easy chair and took one of her nylon-clad feet in my hand.

"This is so weird," Elizabeth said.

Nana questioned, even as the softest of moans escaped her, "Why? He's just giving me a foot massage."

Mom added, "Curtis is now the man of the house, so he's graciously living up to his new role by assuming some added duties."

I thought to myself 'Yes, Mommy Dearest, to fuck you night and day'.

Elizabeth used this as an opportunity to stick in her two cents worth, although she thought it was worth a lot more, "So what happened? Ted was the perfect man. How did you fuck that up?"

Old Mom would have openly accepted these clear insults by her older sister and quietly hid her resentment, but New Mom responded with, "Actually, Ted was far from perfect, and I've already found the perfect replacement."

"You have?" Elizabeth scoffed. "How'd you do that so quickly, had you been cheating?"

"I was discovering my true sexuality," Mom responded, seeming to enjoy the look of bewilderment on her sister's judgmental face. It was obviously confusing that Mom wasn't cringing and trying to ward off her sister's critical barbs.

"What?" Elizabeth asked and then thought she'd caught on. She accused, "Got it. You're a lesbian?"

"God, no!" Mom responded, acting shocked by the very idea.

Elizabeth sighed, "Thank God."

"I'm bisexual," Mom revealed with a proud grin. "I swing both ways."

"What?!" Elizabeth gasped.

Mom was clearly enjoying the shock displayed by her prudish, judgmental older sister. She embellished her 'crime', saying, "If you need it spelled out, I play with both cock and pussy."

"Oh my God!" Elizabeth gasped, completely scandalised.

Nana, throwing in some criticism of her own, but not at Mom, added, "Oh Elizabeth, are you telling us you've never experimented with your sexuality?"

"Mom! What? No!" a flabbergasted Elizabeth answered, as I moved to Nana's other foot, enjoying this reality show immensely.

"Not even in your cheerleader days?" Nana pursued.

"Mom, what in heaven's name are you talking about?" Elizabeth asked incredulously.

"I just always assumed you and Betty used to dyke out in high school," Nana continued, before adding insult to injury, "Truthfully, I thought you were a dedicated lesbian until you got knocked up."

"Mother!" Elizabeth said.

"What? I'm not judging," Nana answered innocently. "I mean it's not like I didn't explore some girls when I was modeling or in my beauty pageant days. Fuck, they were non-stop cunt munching lesbian orgies."

"Mom!" Elizabeth repeated like a broken record, before turning to my Mom, "Did you know about this?"

"We had a frank chat a couple of days ago," Mom answered, not mentioning that the chat had ended in an incestuous threesome, while their mother munched her box.

"I can't believe this," Elizabeth said.

"What?" Mom asked. "That Mom and I are both bisexual?"

"Yes!" she said, "and that you're talking about it with your impressionable young son sitting right here."

"He's fully eighteen," Mom pointed out.

"But he's your Son," Elizabeth stressed the obvious.

"And he's my adult son, so I treat him as such," Mom explained. "He tells me everything, and I tell him everything. We trust each other completely, and don't have any secrets."

"That's just too weird," Elizabeth said, glancing back down at me while I was still massaging Nana's foot. I didn't worry: my erection was hidden beneath Nana's feet, so she had nothing to complain about where I was concerned.

Nana added, "If you talked to your spoiled daughter the way Alexis does to her son, maybe she wouldn't be the self-centred diva bitch she is right now."

"Now you're telling me how to parent?" Elizabeth bristled, her face going red.

"Nope," Nana said. "Just giving some friendly advice and pointing out that Alexis and Curtis have a very close and caring relationship. One that almost any mother would be envious of."

I couldn't help but smile at Nana's real meaning.

Elizabeth finally relented slightly, as she looked down at me and said, "Well, she definitely doesn't massage my feet."

"Curtis will massage yours too," Mom said, "if you wish."

"Really?" Elizabeth asked, surprised.

"Of course," Mom nodded, before adding, "although there is a requirement."

"A requirement?" Elizabeth asked.

"You must be clad in sheer hosiery," Mom revealed.

"What?" Elizabeth asked, even though she'd heard the words... it wasn't so much a literal question as it was a 'this is ridiculous!' what.

"He finds socks too impersonal, and bare feet a little off-putting," Mom clarified.

Nana added, "Plus, classy women don't go out and about with bare legs."

"Mom, it's 2011. No one wears pantyhose anymore," Elizabeth pointed out, which was sadly the trend.

Nana surprised me and everyone else when she countered, "Beyoncé, Taylor Swift, Adrianna Grandi and Selena Gomez would beg to differ, and they are some of the most elegant celebrities out there... not to mention Duchess Kate Middleton."

"Yes, but..." Elizabeth began, but was cut off.

"Don't interrupt me," Nana firmly scolded. "Plus, hosiery can really accentuate your legs... especially white women like us who don't tan, but burn."

Mom offered, "Would you like a pair?"

Elizabeth shrugged, clearly bewildered by the entire situation, "Why not? My feet are killing me."

"Come with me," Mom ordered, standing up.

Elizabeth again looked down at me, quietly massaging Nana, apparently not butting in while my 'esteemed elders' discussed ethics, before following her sister.

As soon as they were gone, Nana smiled, "Well, that went well."

"I wouldn't mind being in your well," I replied wickedly.

"Oh you dirty little boy," she objected, smiling.

"Big dirty boy," I corrected as my hand snaked under her dress and went directly to her wet pussy.

"I'd let you fuck me right here if your aunt weren't about to return any moment," she moaned, as my finger slid inside her cunt.

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"I know you would," I nodded, as I quickly gave a few quick pumps inside her, before pulling out and offering my moist finger to her lips.

She obediently opened her mouth and sucked her wetness off my finger.

When I pulled it out, she purred wickedly, "Fuck, do I taste good."

"That you do," I laughed, adjusting my hard cock.

"God, I want that thing inside me," she said.

"And you'll get it," I promised, suddenly tempted to just bend her over and pound her until Mom and Auntie returned... which would likely accelerate the seduction, although there was an excellent chance it could blow up in our faces! Better not; at least for now.

So I kept politely massaging her feet as we waited for them to return.

"These are weird nylons," Auntie said, when she returned in hosiery as instructed.

"Thigh highs are all I ever wear," Mom was explaining.

"But they aren't practical at all," Auntie protested.

"I disagree completely," Mom countered. "They're sexy as all get out, and they're incredibly convenient."

Nana interjected, "They're all I wear, too."

"Oh my God," Elizabeth gasped, as she sat back down, "this entire evening is surreal."

I wordlessly moved over to Elizabeth and took her right foot in my hand as Nana questioned, "What? There is nothing wrong with dressing sexy underneath our public attire."

Elizabeth looked down at me ponderingly, and decided to allow me to continue, as she answered her Mom, "There's a fine line between sexy and trashy."

"Are you calling your mother trashy?" Nana questioned, her tone instantly annoyed.

Elizabeth, realizing she was on thin ice, stammered, "N-n-no. That isn't what I meant."

Nana relaxed her ire and continued placidly, "Good; just because I'm getting older doesn't mean I can't feel sexy and desirable."

I had listened in silence through most of this, but deciding to just stir the pot slightly, complimented, "Nana, you are still a very beautiful woman."

"Thank you, honey," Nana smiled.

Elizabeth seemed to be enjoying the massage as she complimented her mom too, "Mom, I hope to look as good as you do when I'm your age."

"Well, you have my DNA," Nana encouraged, "so you have a good chance."

Mom quipped playfully, "So I'll be hot forever."

"You're a Williamson, so of course you'll be," Nana replied. "As will you too Elizabeth, if you work on becoming less intense and judgmental."

Elizabeth denied the aspersion, as I put pressure on the sole of her foot, "I'm not judgmental."

Mom scoffed.

Elizabeth glared at her.

Mom said sarcastically, "No, not judgmental at all."

"Girls," Nana said. "The only guarantee in life that can't be changed is that you two have each other. Love can come and go, friends too, but family is always with us."

Mom responded, "Sorry Elizabeth, I was being judgmental."

"I'm sorry too," Elizabeth said.

I added jokingly, "I'm sorry too."

Nana said, "A man who says he's sorry? I didn't know one existed."

Elizabeth joked for the first time, "Yeah, I've never met one. I thought it was a myth like the Loch Ness Monster, or a government that actually tries to benefit the people who elected it."

"To dream the impossible dream," Mom sang.

I laughed along with the ladies, as I moved to Elizabeth's other foot, and hinted at my true intentions with my Aunt, glancing momentarily under her skirt, "I always dream the impossible dream."

"That you do," Nana smirked, her tone rather obvious to me, but Elizabeth was oblivious to her sexual implications.

The conversation shifted to work and other generic things as I massaged Auntie's feet, toes and calves... this last causing Auntie to look down at me, surprised I was going so high, but she didn't say anything.

That night I turned in, my cock raging, after Aunt Elizabeth had gone to bed in my room, I generously having offered to sleep on the couch, since Nana was already occupying the guest room.

Once the house was quiet, I snuck into her room and whispered, "Nana. You still awake?"

She whispered, "I can't sleep until I get my bedtime warm milk."

"Luckily, I have some with me," I added, as I gently closed the door and joined her on the bed. "And it's homemade."

"My favourite," she smiled, as she pulled the covers off to reveal she was in a short see-through nightie and still wearing her thigh highs.

"I'm happy you kept the nylons on," I approved, as I slid my hand up the sheer nylons.

"Anything for my man," Nana responded.

I joined her on the bed and moved on top of her into a 69, wanting to taste her pussy.

"Mmmmmm, my favourite number," Nana purred.

I agreed, "Mine too," as I leaned down and began licking her pussy, just as Nana began sucking my cock.

For a few minutes I licked slowly, Nana sucked slowly... both of us warming up and teasing each other.

Finally, Nana moaned "Please come and fuck me, Grandson."

"Roll onto your side," I ordered, which she quickly did, as eager to get fucked as I was to fuck her... the innumerable innuendos from the evening, as well as the lengthy foot massages, having my balls boiling.

I twisted myself topsy turvy, moved behind her and slid my cock easily into her wetness.

"Oh yes, fuck Nana, fuck her nice and hard," she moaned, as I reached around and cupped her breasts, to pull her tight against me... the position both intimate and hot.

I fucked her for about ten minutes in this position, slow and tender, mixed with bursts of hard and deep, as I brought Nana to the brink of orgasm, as well as myself, a few times.

"Please, Curtis, fuck the hell out of me," Nana begged, as she leaned against me. "I need to come so bad."

And being the gentleman I am, I did as she requested, fucking her hard and deep until she came, biting her lip so she didn't alert our guest, who was still in the dark.

Her wetness swamping my cock, I came seconds after she did, shooting a full load deep inside her.

"Oh yes, cum to Nana, my precious boy," she moaned, as rope after rope sprayed inside her.

Once done, I lay there, my cock still inside Nana, as I cuddled her.

"I love you, Curtis," Nana whispered.

"I love you, too," I whispered back, kissing her neck.

It was two hours later that I woke up and realized I had fallen asleep in bed with Nana.

I quietly snuck out and returned to the couch, pondering how to add Aunt Elizabeth to the mix.

...

Next morning, for the first time in a while, I wasn't woken up with a morning blow job or a fuck or both.

I heard Mom, Nana and Auntie chatting in the kitchen.

I stretched, stood up and walked into the kitchen to get a coffee... a poor substitute for a morning blow job.

"Curtis!" Aunt Elizabeth gasped.

"What?" I asked, as I rubbed my eyes and went to the coffee pot.

"You're not wearing anything but your boxers," she pointed out, looking at my crotch and the erection that was tenting out the silk fabric.

"Oh, I, I, don't wear pajamas," I explained, as this was how I'd always walked around the house ever since Dad left.

Nana added, "It's just underwear, Elizabeth. No different than seeing a man at the beach."

"I guess," Aunt Elizabeth said, as she went back to sipping her coffee.

Deciding to use this situation to my advantage, I poured my coffee and then moved around and leaned against the counter, my fully erect cock framed pretty obviously in my tight silk Saxx boxers as I asked, "What are everyone's plans today?"

Mom sighed, "Last day of work."

Nana added, "I need to do some last minute shopping."

"And you, Auntie?" I asked, as I flinched my cock in my boxers, noticing she was taking the odd nervous glance at it.

"No idea," she said, "I didn't realize Alexis was working today."

"Come shopping with us," I suggested, again flicking my cock in my boxers, deciding we would go to a lingerie shop and pretend to buy something for Miranda.

"I do have a couple of last minute things to buy," Elizabeth nodded.

"Like your own thigh highs," Mom joked.

"Only if you want more foot massages," I added with a smile.

"We are the strangest family ever," Elizabeth said, shaking her head.

"You don't know the half of it," Nana added.

"At least not yet," Mom foreshadowed.

"What does that even mean?" Aunt Elizabeth asked.

"Nothing; I got to get ready for work," Mom sighed.

"Last day," I reminded her.

"Thank God," Mom nodded.

I sat down at the kitchen table where Mom had been seated, and we chatted about when to leave... deciding on noon. So I ate, showered (which included a quick fuck with Nana in the shower) and wrapped some presents.

Nana came out dressed in a skirt, blouse and nylons, while Aunt Elizabeth came out in jeans and a sweater, which was a disappointment, but not a surprise. I even joked, even though I was trying to send a message, "I see you haven't yet bought into the family fashion traditions."

Auntie looked at me confused, before she noticed how Nana was dressed, and then said in a tone that questioned Nana's judgment, "I dress casually when I go out in public."

Nana's tone instantly went hard as she asked, "And what are you implying, missy?"

Auntie had no problem criticising her sister, but her mother was more intimidating, so she quickly retracted, "Nothing, nothing. I'm just surprised you would dress up so sexy just to go shopping."

Nana shrugged, "A man I respect has made it clear to me that a woman should always look her best."

"Mother," Auntie argued, "You don't have to dress up for a man."

"And that may be why you're single," Nana replied bluntly.

"Mom!" Auntie gasped, taken aback by her mother's hurtful words.

Nana apologized, kind of, "Honey, I'm sorry, that was uncalled for. All I meant was that as women we need the ability to be a chameleon of sorts."

"How so?" Auntie asked.

"We need to play many roles: a mother, an employee, a friend, and a lover," Nana explained, "among others."

"I suppose," Auntie nodded.

"Let's go," I suggested, an idea to further the seduction of Auntie popping into my head.

"Yes, sir," Nana responded, giving just the slightest hint at which respected man had her dressing up so sexy.

Auntie didn't seem to notice though, and we headed out, and for the next two hours we did some shopping. Nana tossed out a couple more innuendos and groped my cock and ass every chance she got, clearly enjoying the naughtiness.

Eventually I said, as we were almost at the shop in the mall where I wanted to surprise Auntie, "I could use some feminine advice for a Christmas present for my wife."

"Your wife?" Auntie gasped from the back seat.

"Yeah, I got married a little while ago," I answered nonchalantly.

"You're eighteen," she pointed out.

"I think I knew that already," I joked.

"You knew this?" Auntie asked Nana.

"I've met her several times, and she is utterly delicious," Nana answered, her double meaning equally delicious.

"So far this trip has been one surprise after another," Auntie said, just as we reached the lingerie shop.

"The surprises are only getting started," Nana responded, giving hint after hint of what we had in store for her.

"And where are you going now?" Auntie asked, as I stopped in front of a store called 'Sweet Nothings', with no display window, and a windowless door I had to enter to go inside, to protect the underage mall shoppers.

"I need to buy her some lingerie," I answered.

"And I need a sex toy," Nana answered.

"What? Why?" Auntie asked, even as I entered the store.

I heard Nana say, as she followed me in, "You should probably get one, too."

Once inside, I glanced behind me to see Auntie had indeed summoned the courage to follow us into the store.

I asked, pointing at a thin red nightie which was doing nothing to hide a mannequin's uninteresting charms, "What do you think of this?"

"For me or your wife?" Nana asked, her innuendos getting more obvious.

"I bet you would look great in it, Nana," I replied, deciding to go along with her escalation.

"You two, you're being weird," Aunt Elizabeth said.

"You'd look hot in it too, Auntie," I said, looking her up and down, appraising her far more interesting charms.

"Curtis!" she gasped, shocked, which was becoming habitual.

"What?" I asked innocently. "You're still a very good looking woman, and if you'd stop dressing like a..."

"A nun," Nana finished for me.

"Mom!"

Nana continued, "Look, you got my genes, which means you'll have a rocking body for many years to come, and instead of hiding it, you should be flaunting it."

"I guess," Auntie said, clearly still finding it weird to be having such conversations with her Mother, especially with her barely adult Nephew taking in every word.

"Let's get you some sexy lingerie," Nana decided.

"What? No!" Auntie said, glancing at me uncomfortably.

"Oh, don't be a prude," Nana sighed. "You're not going to be naked, and maybe you can help model some of the items he'll be considering for Miranda."

"Yeah, that would be very helpful," I agreed. "You two are about the same height and weight."

"Fine!" Auntie said with dramatic exasperation, even though it was obvious she was intrigued, otherwise why agree to do it?

And for five minutes Nana and I chose stuff for Auntie to try on, while pretending it was all for Miranda, although I did indeed plan to choose one for Miranda... but this was mostly an excuse to lure Aunt Elizabeth in.

"Try this first, it's a simple number," Nana said, handing her a black negligee.

Aunt Elizabeth took it and went to a change room.

Nana came over to me, rubbed my hard cock through my jeans, and said seductively, "I see you're already loaded and ready for action."

"Always," I nodded, cupping Nana's left breast with my right hand.

"God, I want to fuck you right here, right now," Nana moaned, reminding me she was one insatiable cock slut.

"Once we finish off Auntie we can fuck in the open anytime," I pointed out, giving Nana more motivation to get Auntie to submit to me.

"It's coming along nicely," Nana purred, giving my cock one more firm squeeze, before she turned back to the change room and asked, "How's it going in there?"

"Okay," Auntie replied, before adding, "but I'm not coming out there in this."

"Elizabeth Margret," Nana said firmly. "Get your ass out here right now."

I liked Nana's sudden firm tone, not at all what I was used to when I fucked her.

A moment later the door opened a tad, although Aunt Elizabeth didn't come out.

"Now, Elizabeth," Nana ordered.

"Fine!" Aunt Elizabeth sighed, walking out.

She looked hot... even though it was still pretty tame as lingerie goes.

Nana appraised, "That's cute, but not sexy."

"Plus, it needs stockings," I added, putting my two cents' worth in.

"Definitely," Nana nodded, selecting another outfit and handing it to her daughter. "Go put this one on."

"Really?" Auntie asked, looking at the black lace halter with garters.

"Yep, try it on while I go and find a pair of stockings to go with it."

"This is still really weird," Auntie said, even as she took the outfit and returned to the change room.

I smiled at how Auntie didn't even realize she was obeying, and was likely a natural submissive.

Nana returned with a pair of black stockings and ordered, "Open the door, Elizabeth."

"I'm changing," Aunt Elizabeth refused.

"I've seen you naked lots of times," Nana argued, perturbed. "Now open up."

I didn't think Auntie would open the door, but she did, and Nana gave me a wink as she slithered through the scant opening offered. In my head, Nana then grabbed Auntie's head and shoved it in her cunt, but from what I could hear, Nana was the one on her knees.

"Mom, I can do that," Auntie said, sounding shocked, which made me move closer to the door, 'the better to eavesdrop on you, my dear'.

"Just lift up your foot," Nana ordered impatiently.

Then there was no talking as I assumed Nana was putting the stockings on her daughter's legs and attaching the garters.

"Now this is a very good look for you," Nana said, not even mentioning my wife.

"I don't know," Auntie replied, sounding insecure.

"Let's see what Curtis thinks," Nana said.

"God, no," Auntie said, as the door opened and I jumped back to avoid letting Aunt Elizabeth know I was listening like a pervert... which I was.

A moment later Nana dragged Aunt Elizabeth out of the room and asked, "What do you think, Curtis?"

"Wow, Auntie," I approved. "You look absolutely sexy."

"Really?" Auntie asked, for the first time not finding this embarrassing or silly.

"Oh yeah," I nodded, before adding as I attempted to plant the seed, "If you weren't my aunt I'd be all over you."

She scoffed, "And if I were twenty years younger."

"I like my women experienced," I countered, adding another hint, this one more blatant.

"His wife is double his age," Nana pointed out.

"No way," Auntie asked, as she looked at herself in the mirror, clearly impressed by the lingerie and how it accentuated her body.

"Like I said, I like my women older," I repeated, almost adding the word 'submissive'.

"A lot older," Nana added, slyly compounding hint on top of hint.

I grabbed a red almost see-through garter belt teddy set and ordered, again hinting at who was in control, "Try this one on."

"Now you're giving me orders too?" Auntie objected.

"I'm the man of the house," I shrugged, saying it in a joking manner, even though the true message was there too.

"Fine, but this is the last one," she replied.

"You'll need a different colour stocking," Nana added.

"Does it matter?" Auntie asked.

"Of course it does," Nana replied, in a tone that implied it was a stupid question.

"Fine, whatever," Auntie said, enjoying what was happening, but still trying to hide it.

Auntie returned to the change room and Nana went to find another pair of stockings.

Nana returned a moment later with a pair of beige stockings, gave my cock a solid squeeze and again knocked on the door. "Let me in."

"I'm quite capable of doing this myself," Auntie replied.

"Open up right now," Nana ordered, her patience waning.

Again the door was unlatched and Nana went inside.

Again I moved closer to the door to listen.

Again Auntie fussed. "Mom, this is too weird."

"Just stop fussing and let your mother help," Nana said.

After a minute, Nana asked, "Honey, why are your panties damp?"

"Mother!" Auntie whispered, just loud enough for me to hear with my ear against the door.

"What? It's okay to get horny," Nana replied, before adding sympathetically, "I imagine it's been a while, hasn't it, dear."

"Mother!" Auntie repeated, clearly shocked by what Nana was saying.

"What?" Nana asked, "I'm horny all the time."

"Mom, please stop doing this," Aunt Elizabeth pleaded.

"Elizabeth, stop being such a prude; we should be able to talk about sex without it being such a big deal," Nana scolded, before adding, "for example, I've been laid a few times quite recently."

My mouth dropped open. Was Nana going to seduce her right now?

"Mom, I don't need to hear this," Auntie replied, and then moaned.

"Sorry, honey," Nana apologized, "but you really are wet."

"Mom, please," Auntie pleaded, clearly embarrassed at being wet, and even more by her Mother talking about it.

"There is nothing to be ashamed of," Nana continued. "Getting dressed up sexy always gets my cunt dripping too."

"Mother!"

"What?" Nana asked, "We're allowed to be horny."

"Oh God," Auntie sighed.

"That's exactly what I said when my boy toy pounded me recently," Nana continued, obviously really enjoying teasing her prudish, judgmental daughter. "Now let's go and show Curtis this outfit."

"God, no!" Auntie said.

"This is the one he's considering getting his wife. So stop being a prude and let him see how it looks on a sexy woman," Nana ordered, again opening the door and taking control.

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Again I slipped away just in time as Auntie reluctantly walked out in the lingerie I'd chosen.

"Wow!" I said. "Auntie, you look amazing."

"Thanks," she said, not making eye contact, although even I could see the wetness in her panties.

"I think this is definitely the one you want," Nana added, giving me a wink. "Curtis, you see how the red colour highlights her lovely nipples?"

Elizabeth turned bright red herself, and quickly covered her breasts with her hands.

Nana muttered, "Prude," just loud enough for her daughter to hear, and Elizabeth removed her hands, glancing at me nervously.

I gazed at her tits just long enough to show my approval, before saying, "Turn around, Auntie."

"Pardon?" she asked, surprised by my order.

"I want to see the outfit from behind," I answered.

"Just turn around," Nana ordered.

Auntie obeyed yet again, turning around to let me see her ripe ass.

"This outfit would definitely need to have a thong," I pointed out. "The panties hide too much of her cheeks."

"Or commando," Nana added.

"Or commando, even better," I agreed.

"You two," Auntie shook her head, this time not exasperated, but playful.

"What?" I asked. "Commando makes for easier access."

"Oh my God," Auntie gasped.

"That's what my young stud says every time he sees I went commando," Nana joked.

Auntie shook her head as she headed back to the change room.

Once the door had closed, Nana came to me and whispered, "She'll be sucking your dick tonight."

"And eating your cunt," I countered.

"Fuck, I need your cock right now," Nana whispered.

"Family bathroom in five minutes," I ordered.

"Make it three," Nana countered.

I headed out as Nana went to the door and said, "Meet us at Hamilton's Pub in fifteen, Elizabeth."

"Where are you going?" Elizabeth asked, although I was out of earshot to hear Nana's lie.

Five minutes later, Nana was on her knees bobbing on my cock hungrily.

One minute after that, Nana, who had indeed gone commando today, was bent over holding onto a baby change table as I pounded her from behind.

Three more minutes, and I deposited a load in Nana's cunt just after she reached orgasm.

And another five minutes later, we were at a table having a late lunch with Aunt Elizabeth... where we chatted about non-sexual things, including the fact that her daughter, my cousin, Laura would be arriving tomorrow.

Of course, during the entire meal, Nana's nylon-clad foot was rubbing my cock... keeping me horny for more... which I hoped to get tonight.

...

I was hard all afternoon and throughout dinner as I pondered how to finish what we'd started. Auntie's weakening of her shock at our spicy lingerie conversation was a great first step, but shifting from that to making her an incest slut was still a pretty large step.

Yet Nana was confident she would have Auntie sucking and licking by the night's end.

At supper, Nana again rubbed my cock under the table, keeping me hard and ready.

That night we played poker, where the loser of each hand had to take a shot, and although we all took a few shots, we had Auntie pretty drunk... drunk enough to attempt to make another fantasy a reality.

When Mom asked the following question the dominos began to fall into place. She asked, "So what did you end up getting for Miranda?"

Nana suggested, "Elizabeth, go and put on the nightie we got for Miranda today; I'm sure your sister would love to see it."

"Um, I don't see..." Aunt Elizabeth began.

Again, like at the shop, Nana interrupted her protest by sighing heavily, "Just go and do it. Everyone else here has already seen you in it, so you don't have to be so modest."

Mom suggested, "As it happens, I bought some new lingerie recently too. I'll go put mine on to show it off."

I was curious if she'd actually bought new lingerie, or was just helping Nana in getting Auntie more naked.

Nana shrugged, "That's a nice idea, Alexis, then I'll put some on too."

Auntie shock her head, even as she headed to my room, "This is the weirdest family ever."

"You don't know the half of it," Mom agreed.

"Truly," I agreed, even though Auntie was out of earshot by then.

Mom came to me, dropped to her knees and fished out my cock, devouring it whole.

I moaned, "This would definitely expedite the process."

Nana shook her head, "I've wanted to do that all day."

"It's mine first," Mom joked, as she briefly quit sucking to declare ownership of my cock.

"You did bring it into this world," I agreed, as Mom resumed sucking.

"Well I brought her into being, which means without me there would be no you," Nana pointed out.

"Fair enough," I laughed. "You were both crucial to my creation."

"Remember that, both of you," Nana scolded playfully, as she went to change.

Mom quit sucking and sighed, "I could do this all night, but I guess I need to go and change too."

"Did you actually buy new lingerie?" I asked.

"I did," she smiled, standing up and squeezing my cock. "And you'll love it. Although it's really for my sis."

"Go change, Mommy-slut," I ordered, curious.

"Yes, sir," Mom smiled, giving my cock one more tug.

Since everyone else was putting on sexy outfits, I didn't want to be the only one fully dressed, so I stripped, and put on my silk boxers, with my hard cock sticking through the fly.

I waited alone for three or four minutes, eventually tucking my dick away and sitting down on the couch so my bulge wasn't so obvious, before Nana came out in a blue nightie and beige thigh highs. She called over her shoulder, "Hurry up, kids."

A minute later, Aunt Elizabeth came out in the outfit I had wanted for Miranda, having taken my suggestion and replaced the bikini panties with a thong. I joked, "I thought that was for my wife?"

Auntie answered, "Sorry, I liked it too much, so I decided to keep it for myself."

"Well, you do look hot in it," I complimented, before adding, "but now I have to go shopping again tomorrow."

Mom strutted into the room, "Do I look hot too?"

"Holy shit!" I gasped, staring at my Mom in a black all leather dominatrix outfit with multiple silver studs, holes in the top for her erect nipples and a wide gap below, displaying her smooth, shaved pussy. I saw moisture glistening there.

"What the hell is that?" Auntie asked, staring at Mom in the same shock as me.

"Oh my, my daughter looks like the sexiest dominatrix ever," Nana said.

"I prefer the term Mistress," Mom corrected, "Do you think Ellie will like this?"

"She'll love it." I said, finally able to speak, although I knew it was really for Auntie, knowing that if it was for Ellie it wouldn't be for Mom to wear.

"Oh yes, actually I love it too," Nana smiled, walking over, tweaking Mom's nipples and giving her a wet kiss. She looked to her stunned daughter, "What do you think of the outfit, Elizabeth?"

"You're b-b-both lesbians?" Auntie stammered, starring in utter awe.

"I'm bi," Mom corrected. "But yes, I do love fucking girls."

Nana joked, "Well, there are two girls here right now."

"And a dick," I joked too.

Nana paused, looked across the room at my bulge and silently mouthed, "Now?"

I shook my head. Elizabeth wasn't ready for a full-blown orgy quite yet, although she hadn't even seemed to notice the fact I was in my boxers as she seemed paralyzed by seeing her mother kiss her sister. I looked significantly over at my Aunt, then blew Nana a kiss. She nodded her understanding.

"Elizabeth," Nana ordered, "I need for you to come over here and give your mother a kiss."

Elizabeth obediently walked over and gave Nana a dutiful kiss.

I silently beckoned to my Mom, and as she approached, I reached up and pulled her down to join me on the couch, sitting her sideways on my lap.

"No, sweetheart, I want a proper kiss," corrected Nana, wrapping her arms around her daughter and pulling her close. "Open your mouth."

Although my Aunt had her back to us, Mom and I demonstrated a proper familial kiss, sensually exploring each other's tonsils with our tongues, before returning our gazes to the seduction in progress across the room.

Nana and Elizabeth were sharing a long kiss, although all Mom and I could see was the back of Elizabeth's head. But we watched appreciatively as Nana's hands travelled down and began squeezing her daughter's ass. Aunt Elizabeth's ass in the thong looked delicious.

Auntie moaned and, to my surprise, began grinding in circles as her cunt seemed to be pressing against Nana's nylon-clad knee.

Mom gave me another wet kiss as she reached into my boxers and extracted my willing cock. She raised herself up and impaled her pussy on me as she sat back down quietly and began riding me as we both watched the seduction of Elizabeth.

Nana whispered, "You're beautiful, Elizabeth."

"You too, Mom," Elizabeth replied, her body trembling as she kept grinding on Nana's leg.

"You've been horny all day, haven't you, my little girl?" Nana asked.

"Yes I have," Auntie moaned.

"You loved showing off your body for your nephew, didn't you?" Nana asked.

"I guess."

"Be honest with Mommy," Nana softly ordered.

"It was weird, but fun," Auntie admitted, although she didn't look back at me... which was good because if she had she would have seen her sister riding her nephew.

Mom kept slowly riding me, as we both stared at a live-action porn movie.

Nana kissed her daughter again, before gently guiding her daughter to her knees. She ordered, "Go ahead, my little girl, eat Mommy."

This was it.

This was where Aunt Elizabeth could balk at the order... at committing incest... kissing not really being incest (well it is, but you know what I mean).

Mom leaned forward in utter admiration. A couple days ago we had been worried about shocking this older woman, but tonight she was playing Elizabeth like a fine instrument!

I stared in complete intrigue.

Nana glanced at her very captive audience as Auntie leaned forward and began licking her mother's cunt.

"Holy fuck," Mom whispered to me.

"Indeed," I nodded. It seemed that Nana had already fulfilled half her promise.

"Oh yes, little girl, lick Mommy's wet cunt. You had me horny all day dressing up all sexy for me," Nana moaned, as she combed her fingers through her daughter's hair.

Auntie kept licking... rather hungrily... clearly a rookie who was just doing what came naturally and exploring a totally unexpected heaven as she did.

Not wanting to disturb Nana's expert seduction, Mom whispered into my ear, "Wait here. And get rid of those boxers. I'll be right back." She slipped out of the room as I removed my boxers that were already down around my ankles and tossed them over my shoulder.

I watched with a fully erect cock as Nana moaned, pulling her daughter's head deeper into her wetness, "Oh yes, little girl, get that tongue deep in Mommy's fuck hole."

Auntie obeyed, moving her head up and down, as Nana looked at me and smiled proudly.

I waved my cock in salute.

Nana pointed to Auntie's ass and shrugged.

I shrugged back.

Mom returned, interrupting Nana's and my game of sexual charades... now wearing a big, black, strap-on cock!

Nana noticed immediately, and turned Elizabeth's head so she could see too. My Aunt gasped, partly in amazement, and, I think, partly in terror.

Now having everyone's attention, Mom asked as if addressing a large crowd, "Who here wants to show me what a good slut does with a big cock?"

Auntie gasped again, both at Mom's question and also, I think, at the sight of my big cock standing at full mast, which had finally grabbed her attention.

Nana asked her, "Do you want that big cock or do I get to have it?"

"I don't even know what to say to that," Aunt Elizabeth said, her face wet with Nana's cunt juice and still staring at my cock.

Then, before anyone knew what was happening, Nana walked up to my Mom, turned around, bent over with her hands on her knees, and backed up on Mom's cock.

"Oh my fucking God!" Aunt Elizabeth gasped yet again, staring, forcing her eyes to the ceiling, staring again, in complete awe and... I think... complete hunger.

"Oh my God indeed," Nana moaned, happily bouncing back on Mom's cock.

Mom took charge, grabbing Nana's hips and beginning to fuck her mother hard.

I remained quietly on the couch, Elizabeth able to do nothing but stare and not-stare at her mother and sister fucking, while I slowly, discretely, stroked myself.

"Oh yes, fuck me, Mistress," Nana begged, gazing directly and it seemed hypnotically, at her stunned other, non-Mistress daughter.

"M-m-mistress?" Aunt Elizabeth mindlessly questioned, still unable to break eye contact with the flagrantly incestuous act she was witnessing.

"Yes, Alexis is my Mistress," Nana told her elder daughter. "And you are mine. Come here, my pet."

"I-I-I..." Aunt Elizabeth stammered.

"Get over here now, slut of my loins," Nana demanded, with a moan.

To my surprise, Auntie stood up and walked over to her sister and mother. She walked slowly and hesitantly, but she walked nevertheless... even while glancing over to see me stroking my cock.

"Turn around and bend over," Nana ordered.

Auntie again obeyed nervously, and now she was facing me and facing my cock. She stared at it, then looked into my eyes, and then back again to my cock, and then back up into my eyes, not looking away from me for an instant, as I looked her in the eye, as I stroked my cock, as Mom pulled out of Nana, moved behind Auntie and slid her cock deep inside her sister in one smooth, hard thrust.

"Oh God," Aunt Elizabeth moaned loudly as she was suddenly filled with her sister's cock.

"She's super fucking wet," Mom informed us.

Auntie was still staring at me, as if trying to get an answer to any of the hundreds of questions spinning in her head.

How had she ended up eating out her own mother? Why was her nephew's hard cock in plain view for her and everyone else to see? How did she end up with a strap-on cock in her cunt?

Mom asked, not moving at all, just resting with her cock buried deep in her sister, "Want me to fuck you, sis?"

Auntie finally broke eye contact with me, as the look of utter confusion that seemed frozen on her face shifted to one of desperate desire and she answered, "Yes, Alexis, fuck me with that big cock. I need it!"

"But I thought you were straight?" Mom questioned, relishing this new power over her older sister who had always been so judgmental of her.

"Oh God, Alexis, just fuck me," Auntie demanded.

"You understand that once I fuck you, you become the house slut," Mom warned.

"House slut?" Auntie questioned.

"You obey every order from me, from our mom and from my son," Mom clarified, before adding, "Our Master."

"Our Master?" Auntie repeated like a parrot.

"Yes, we are all here to serve the Man of the House, isn't that right, Mom?" Mom asked.

To assist in the complete subjugation of my bewildered auntie, I rose to my feet and snapped my fingers, and Nana obediently rushed over to me crying out, "God, Master, I've been craving this all fucking day!"

Nana quickly dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth and began bobbing like a porn star slut, as Mom quickly pumped her sister for a few hard, deep strokes.

"Oh myyyyyyyy," Auntie moaned loudly, both I think from the pleasure she was suddenly receiving as well as the shock of seeing Nana taking my big, hard cock in her mouth.

"I'm the Man of the House here, Elizabeth," I pointed out, dropping the aunt honorific. "Isn't that right, Mom?"

"Yes you are, Master," Mom agreed, as she again gave her sister a few quick, deep thrusts, driving the point home.

"There's a clear hierarchy here," I explained, before adding, "and you, Auntie Dearest, are at the bottom of it."

"W-w-what?' she asked, as I pulled out of Nana's mouth, walked over to her, bent her down slightly and shoved my cock in her mouth.

"Hey, I need some cock too," Nana complained.

Mom laughed, "So needy."

"You're the one who re-awakened my inner slut," Nana pointed out.

"Guilty as charged," Mom shrugged, as we spit-roasted Elizabeth, who wasn't fighting it at all.

"Come and suck your elder daughter's cunt while she gets fucked," I ordered.

"Yes, Master," Nana purred, as she crawled under Elizabeth and sat up to begin licking her daughter's clit.

Auntie moaned on my cock as I slowly fucked her face. After a couple of minutes I declared, "Switch."

Mom and I pulled out of her holes and swapped places, as I ordered, "Get on all fours, my pet Auntie."

Auntie was so bewildered with shock and lust, she didn't say anything, just obeyed, clearly wanting a cock... any cock... back inside her.

As I moved behind her, I asked, "Do you want me to fuck you?"

Auntie looked back with lust in her eyes, "God, yes, Curtis, shove that big dick in me."

"You sure you want to be my slut?" I asked.

"I'll do anything, just pole me with that dick," she begged, as I saw Mom removing her strap-on.

"I'll keep you to that," I promised, as I slid my cock into her wet cunt. "Now get eating," I ordered, as Mom offered her a slice of shaved homemade pie.

Auntie faced forward and felt her head pulled into Mom's pussy as Mom ordered, "Get licking, my sister slut."

And for the next couple of minutes I fucked her hard, her face bouncing against Mom's cunt, while Nana sucked on her clit.

Auntie screamed, although it was partially muffled by Mom's cunt, "Oh God, yessssssss!"

"You got her off pretty quick," Mom praised me, even though it was obvious.

"She has a pretty tight cunt," I replied, as I kept pounding into her, my own balls beginning to boil.

"Not for long with that big fat dick," Mom replied.

"It's the one you blessed me with," I countered, as I was about to burst.

Mom, always able to recognize when I was about to come, ordered, "Come in my sister, baby. Fill that neglected cunt with a big load of your family cum."

"Oh yeah," I groaned, as Mom held her sister's face deep in her cunt and continued grinding.

A few more pumps and I deposited my load inside my Auntie.

Mom moaned too, "God, I've fantasized about this for so long."

"Me fucking your big sister or you making your big sister your cunt munching pet?" I asked.

"The latter, but the former is pretty hot too," Mom replied.

I pulled out and offered, "Nana, I've left a creamy snack for you in your daughter's cunt."

As I backed away, Nana lifted her head up and buried her face in her daughter's cunt, lapping up the cream pie.

"Ohhhhh, I'm about to come," Mom declared, as she roughly used her sister's face.

I watched as Mom kept grinding on her sister until her orgasm erupted through her and she screamed, "Lick up all my cum, slut sister!"

And even though Mom let go of her head, Auntie kept licking, looking as hungry for savoury pie as anyone I'd ever seen.

I watched in pleasure until my phone rang unexpectedly. I walked over and answered it. "Hi, honey," I greeted Miranda, as Nana hungrily licked Auntie, who was clearly getting close to her second orgasm.

Miranda asked, "How's the plan going?"

"Executed," I answered.

"Already?" Miranda asked, surprised.

"Yeah, Mom really got aggressive," I said.

"She does have that dominant side she likes to let loose once in a while," Miranda said.

"Well, that's how you and I finally hooked up," I reminisced.

"How could I forget?"

"Come on over after you're done," I suggested.

"I'll be there in a couple of hours," she said.

"I'll be sure to save a load for you," I promised.

"You'd better," she scolded playfully. "I am your wife after all."

As Nana flipped Auntie on her back and straddled her face, I replied, "On that note, I have a task for you."

"Ellie's ass?" Miranda asked.

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"No, although if you can get me that too, I'd be greatly appreciative," I laughed. "No, I think you'll be perfect to help seduce my bitchy niece."

"Mmmmmm, I do love young straight cunt," my beautiful wife answered nastily.

"I know you do," I laughed, as Mom came over and took my cock in her mouth.

"Suck on my clit," Nana demanded.

"I'll see you soon," I said, my cock getting hard again. "Get here as soon as you can."

"Love you," she said.

"Love you too," I replied, as I hung up.

I looked down at Mom and asked, "Now what?"

"Well, she has one hole you haven't filled yet," she smiled up at me.

"Well we can't have that," I smiled, as Mom got up and went to grab some lube.

A few minutes later I had indeed fucked my Aunt's ass, after the briefest of protests; she hadn't had a cock in her ass since college. But Nana and Mom took control, getting her revved up with some very effective pussy and ass licking.

Some lube, some gaping by Nana's finger and tongue, and Aunt Elizabeth became my newest ass slut.

Even hotter, she came just from getting ass fucked... before I deposited a load up her butt, which Nana again eagerly retrieved once I pulled out.

I then watched my Mom, my Nana and my Aunt swap off on 69's for a good thirty minutes until Miranda arrived and it became an unbroken daisy chain.

After they all had orgasms, Mom and Nana took Auntie into her room for more play-time, and Miranda came and sat on my cock. She leaned back as she slowly rode me and said, "So, lover, tell me about this cousin of yours."

The end for now...

Released in May 2018:

What Mom Knows Fucks Her Slut Niece

Miranda seduces Laura and become low slut... or high slut.What Mom Knows Fucks Her Slut Niece - Incest/Taboo

Summary: Miranda seduces Laura and she becomes the family's bottom feeder slut.

Note 1: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, Robert, and Wayne for editing.

Note 2: This is part nine of a continuing incest series (although it is far more complex than a simple incest story). I highly recommend you read the first eight parts as the various layered subplots may be confusing without the background information...but here is a very brief primer of the series so far:

In WHAT MOM DOESN'T KNOW WILL FUCK HER eighteen-year-old Curtis goes to a Halloween party dressed in a costume intended for his absent father and succeeds in tricking his beautiful mother into fucking him.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER AGAIN Curtis finds himself in an amazing threesome with his mother and his fantasy girl, the local celebrity weather girl Miranda Collington.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER ASS Curtis begins dating the older, but sexually exotic Miranda while also continuing to fuck his Mother; and as the title suggests, Curtis also gets to do his mother's ass during an epic evening where he fulfills the Tri-fecta of coming in his Mother's mouth, pussy and ass.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER IN THE AIR Curtis joins the Mile High Club during an epic first class flight to Vegas with his Mom, his celebrity girlfriend Miranda, Mom's friend and ex-Mistress Ellie and a submissive stewardess.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER IN VEGAS Curtis must try desperately to stop Mom's ex-Mistress Ellie from reclaiming his submissive mother; Curtis and his Mom have a heart to heart; Curtis, Miranda, Ellie and his Mom orchestrate a hot five-some in a church with the bride minutes before the wedding; Curtis and Miranda make a BIG decision.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER IN WHITE Curtis and Miranda get married; so do Ellie and Curtis's mom (Mom in thrall to Ellie ignoring that she's married to Curtis's Dad); they celebrate with an orgy in the chapel and then another one during the wedding reception for Miranda's ex when they supplant the groom in consummating the bride up in the honeymoon suite, along with a beautiful black co-worker.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER MOM Curtis and his Mom return home to catch his Dad having sex with his secretary which leads to the separation of Curtis's parents (a convenient excuse to dump Dad actually since he'd become really uncaring and boring, and Ellie breathes a huge sigh of relief); meanwhile Curtis decides he wants Ellie's ass, but she counters by giving him his former biology teacher's ass instead. Curtis also learns that his ex-girlfriend Pam is a lesbian. Lastly, Curtis's Nana, Samantha, comes to support his Mom through the so-called 'tragedy' of her break-up but ends up becoming Curtis's newest submissive incestuous ass slut...even going so far as to promise Curtis to seduce her other daughter Elizabeth plus Laura, Elizabeth's high-school-student daughter who just turned eighteen.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER SISTER Curtis spends more time with his Nana. Curtis, Mom and Nana then work together to seduce Elizabeth (their auntie, sister and daughter respectively) and add her to their incestuous 'inside-her' group.

AND NOW THE ADVENTURE CONTINUES...

The flight information monitors were telling us that Laura's flight would arrive late.

Late enough that I could spend some quality time in the airport's family bathroom (yes, we realized there were security cameras running and we didn't care) fucking both Nana and my Aunt Elizabeth, depositing a load in Auntie's cunt and then watching as Nana eagerly ate her daughter's cunt to retrieve as much of her grandson's (my) cum as possible.

Our fuck session had taken longer than we'd anticipated (although there had been no known repercussions from Airport Security, which was good), so by the time we got to the luggage area, Laura had deplaned and had already collected her luggage. When we found her she was talking with my Mom and my wife Miranda.

Once we arrived, a smiling Laura's expression quickly changed to bitchy, as she greeted in a clearly annoyed sarcastic tone, arrowing it straight at her Mom (my recently fucked aunt), "Glad you could come and meet me, Mommy Dearest."

Auntie apologized, "Sorry honey, your Nana was hungry and we needed to get her something to eat." This made me almost erupt in laughter... the truthful words sounding so innocent, the hidden truth so fucking nasty.

"Oh, okay," Laura settled down, not willing to treat her dear Nana with the contempt she readily lavished on her mother.

"Are you hungry, honey?" Nana asked, initiating everyone's (except Laura's) plan for next going out for dinner. The excuse for why all four women (again all except Laura) were dressed in elegant dresses and, of course, nylons.

"Yes, the six pretzels in a tiny plastic bag really didn't fill me up," she said, happy to bestow this sarcasm upon anyone at all.

Mom (mine) interjected, "I usually choose the cookies."

Miranda (my wife... who I hadn't moved in with yet... as well as being my Mom's submissive pet... I'm still living with my Mom because she's my submissive pet and we love fucking each other too much for me to move out yet to live with my wife, who I love, I'm Curtis, by the way... would you like a roadmap? If you haven't already, you really should go read the earlier chapters and come back, I promise you'll enjoy them and then this sex filled plot will make lots more sense to you... sorry for breaking the fourth wall) Miranda added, always also annoyed by airplane food, although now that she usually took first class the food was a lot better, "Don't you mean the cookie?"

"I guess," Mom nodded.

Nana handed Laura a garment bag and told her to "Go put this on."

"What is it?" Laura asked.

"A new outfit," Nana answered.

"For what?" My cousin asked.

"The restaurant we're going to is pretty classy, so it has a snooty dress code, so we need you to dress snooty like we did," Mom explained.

"That explains the nice dresses and heels," Laura observed, looking around at each of the other women.

"I picked yours out for you," Miranda added.

"Oh, cool," Laura said, already drawn to Miranda.

Miranda took her hand and said, "Come with me, I'll help you put it on."

"I'll need help?" Laura asked.

Miranda pulled her along as she explained, "Yeah, I had a bit of fun choosing not only the dress but what you'll be wearing underneath."

"Oh," she said, looking a little overwhelmed.

Miranda said, as she led away her sheep-to-slaughter and winking back at us, "Trust me, you're eighteen, it's time to spice up your underneath wardrobe."

Once they were out of earshot Mom joked, "Think Miranda will have her eating her pussy in the washroom?"

"She is capable of some very quick seductions," I pointed out.

"And is utterly irresistible," Nana added.

"That's why I married her," I said, loving my wife in all ways except for restrictive ones and particularly loving her free spirit.

I took Laura's suitcase to the SUV and pulled the vehicle around to the front of the airport so the ladies wouldn't have to walk so far in their four-inch or five-inch heels. I'm quite the gentleman.

Even though I've been dissing my cousin to you ever since she showed up at the airport, I'm not going to lie: Laura was gorgeous and Miranda had really dolled her up. She was now wearing a blue dress, with my favourite colour of nylons, mocha, and five-inch heels. God, I couldn't wait to fuck this unsuspecting CILF (cousin I'd like to...). Yet even all dressed up, she was still exuding her bitch attitude... she definitely thought she was better than the rest of us.

I drove to the restaurant and I'd like to say we seduced Laura right then and there, but that had never been the plan. No, the plan was to get her tipsy (she was shocked when her Mom (my recently-fucked Aunt Elizabeth) let her drink, Miranda in an Oscar-worthy performance arguing with Aunt Elizabeth to convince her that a couple of drinks wouldn't kill her daughter. Aunt Elizabeth, in her own very effective acting performance reluctantly gave in and allowed Laura to have "a few drinks... not too many, now!" as we all connived in setting up a bond between Laura and Miranda.

Nana slyly gave me a foot job under the table and the conversation was far more frank than any that Laura had ever participated in with her mother present... who led the way into new adventurous territory by swearing twice and even sighing about needing to find a man who could really treat her to a good time.

Laura gasped and cried, "Gross!", and "TMI!" but Miranda interjected, explaining to Laura that women really hit their sexual peak in their thirties and forties and "Wait until you get there sweetie, you'll love it!"

Once dinner was done, Miranda as planned asked, "Laura, I have to go to work to do the late weather, would you like to come along and see what happens behind the scenes in the television world?"

"I'd love to," Laura gushed, intoxicated by Miranda the way everyone always was. She turned to her mother and asked, "Can I?"

"Sure, honey," Aunt Elizabeth agreed faux reluctantly, sticking to the plan. We would go back home, log onto the webcam set up on my laptop, and while we had our own fun fuck fest, would watch the scheduled seduction of Laura.

"Awesome, we'll have so much fun!" Miranda squealed to Laura, as she gave Laura's leg a squeeze under the table.

Twenty-five minutes later we were back at our house and I was licking Aunt Elizabeth's pussy while Nana and Mom were donning Miranda's spare strap-ons. The plan was simple: we would watch Miranda work her magic, hopefully successfully, while we triple-penetrated Aunt Elizabeth.

I think I'd better italicize the action at home for a while: you'll find it less confusing that way (and let's forget about the damn wall...welcome to our world).

While Miranda escorted Laura into her dressing room, she welcomed her with, "So this is my humble abode."

Nana lay on the floor, Aunt Elizabeth straddled Nana's cock and Mom moved in behind her. Soon Auntie was getting dp'd as we all watched my sexy wife at work.

Laura, star-struck, said, "It's amazing!"

"It'll do," Miranda shrugged, as she backed up to Laura and asked, "Can you unzip me?"

"Sure," Laura said, and did so, then watched as Miranda simply let the silken dress cascade down her body to the floor. Laura was surprised but didn't say anything, then found herself staring as Laura posed for her, slowly rotating through a three sixty.

Back home, we were all staring too! First of all, all of my wife's lingerie was bright red, what there was of it. First of all there was a thong, bright red, of course, and almost totally invisible from the rear, and a very nice rear it was, too. We were all very familiar with that tight and shapely ass, but I think Laura was very impressed by how much time Miranda must spend tanning in the nude: it was a lovely golden brown. From the front... who on earth wears a crotchless thong? But on second thought, it did a wonderful job of framing her hairless (and also tanned to a golden brown) pussy. Red thigh highs of course, which, when invited to feel, Laura agreed the quality of the pure silk felt amazing. Her shelf bra on the other hand looked like something out of a strip joint. Providing excellent support for the bottom third of my wife's breasts, it left the top two thirds completely uncovered. And back to that bottom third, it had been hand-painted to suggest that Miranda was being intimately supported by a pair of feminine hands. It was tawdry but I liked it, and obviously so did Laura.

Miranda went to the closet and asked, "What colour should I wear tonight?"

I thought there must have been some sly aggressive flirtation during the drive to the TV studio as the seduction seemed to have already progressed past the early stages.

Laura walked over but didn't really need to examine the array of selections before opining, "Definitely red. Duh?"

"That's a pretty sexy colour for a weather report, but I guess I walked right into that!" Miranda said, smiling sexily at my cousin.

"The weather report itself is boring, and the people are mostly watching so they can drool over you," Laura said, unashamedly checking her out. No doubt Miranda had done some groundwork on the drive over.

"Why would you think that?" Miranda asked, as she unclasped her red bra and tossed it aside, never failing to use her body as well as her words in her seductions.

"People like to stare at beautiful things," Laura answered as she stared at two beautiful things while she continued flirting with Miranda.

Miranda smiled, swaying closer to Laura, "I'm flattered."

Two seductresses appeared to be assessing their prey: each other. Whichever of them ended up being the prey (I was betting on my wife to end up on top).

Mom said to her sister, "Elizabeth, your daughter is a pretty good seductress too."

"That doesn't surprise me," Aunt Elizabeth replied, even as she was moaning from the two cocks in her. "Not only does she have a boyfriend to fuck, but she's also pretty domineering with her girlfriends."

"Wait until she learns the family secret," Nana chuckled from below.

Laura said, "I hope I'm as hot as you are when I'm older."

"Well, you look a lot like your mother and she's still pretty fucking hot," Miranda said encouragingly.

"I love your wife," Aunt Elizabeth moaned, trying to see past the traffic still active on her approach ramps.

I laughed, "Everyone does."

"Really?" Laura asked, Miranda's encouraging words about her Mom surprising her.

"Oh yeah," Miranda nodded. "As a matter of fact, your entire family is hot."

"I never really thought of them that way," Laura said, processing the information... and a bit rattled.

"Trust me," Miranda said in a way that couldn't be misconstrued as anything but sexual.

Laura had nothing to say about that.

Auntie noticed and said, "Miranda has struck her speechless."

"She does have that ability," I agreed, as I drove up her only unoccupied approach ramp and slid my cock into her mouth to render my most recently seduced family member 'air tight'.

Before Miranda could say anything further (Laura being speechless), there was a knock at the door.

Miranda called out, not bothering to cover up, "Come on in!"

Kristina, the hot black co-worker we'd had fun with in Vegas, walked in and asked, "Do you need your evening warm-up, Miss?"

"Of course, that's very thoughtful of you," Miranda acceded as she removed her thong, leaving her now just in thigh highs and heels, sat down on her couch and spread her legs, acting like this was normal (which for her it was).

Laura remained speechless as she watched Kristina walk over to Miranda, lower herself to the floor and wordlessly bury her face between Miranda's legs.

Miranda continued their conversation as if she weren't being eaten out. "So Laura, what are your plans after high school?"

Laura was completely in awe. It took her a few seconds to respond, before she answered, "Ummm... College."

"Majoring in what?" Miranda asked casually as she leaned back, placing her entire collection of frontal charms on showcase for the admiring teen.

"Psychology," Laura answered.

"Oh? You like to manipulate people?" Miranda asked with a sly smile.

"I usually get what I want from people, yes," Laura smiled back, seeming to be rediscovering a bit of her normal confidence.

"I just bet you do," Miranda smiled, before adding, "So do I."

Laura walked over to Miranda and asked her, "Do you have lots of pets?"

"I have enough," Miranda said, as she then ordered Kristina, "Please focus on my asshole now."

"Yes, Mistress," Kristina obeyed.

"How do you recruit your own pets?" Miranda asked assuming that my cousin too kept a stable, tracing her hands through the tight black kinks of Kristina's Afro.

"Persuasion," Laura answered confidently, unaware that tonight she was the prey and not the predator.

I pulled out of my Auntie and said, "Let's take a break everyone, Aunt Elizabeth should see this."

"You really are a sweetheart," Auntie smiled, as she suddenly went from three cocks pumping in and out of her to none at all. "Although I was getting close."

"All good things come to those who wait," I quoted.

"I'd better get some of your waiting cum real soon," Auntie said, as I sat down on the couch, my cock erect, and she sat down beside me and began slowly stroking me, not going anywhere, just keeping the engine running.

Miranda smiled, "Persuasion is an art."

"I know it is," Laura said, moving her hands to the fastenings of her dress.

Miranda noticed Laura preparing to attempt being the seductress and asked, "Would you like to learn the art?"

"I'm already a practitioner," Laura bragged, lifting up her dress, showing off a pink thong.

Miranda snapped her fingers and said, "Thank you Kristina, you may leave."

"Yes, Mistress, and thank you," Kristina obeyed, rising smoothly from her knees and walking out.

"You're only eighteen. You're just beginning to understand the power you have," Miranda explained, her legs still spread wide open.

"I think I already know my power," she said, climbing onto the couch.

Miranda laughed at her, "Little girl, are you trying to turn me?"

The laughter seemed to startle Laura and she froze. But she quickly regained her confidence and crooned vampily, "Don't even pretend you don't want me, you sexy MILF."

Miranda smiled wide, "Oh, I'm not saying I don't want you sweetheart, your pussy looks delicious. But there is a clear hierarchy around here, and you're going to have to be the bottom feeder for a while."

"I don't think so, carp woman," Laura said, although Miranda's confidence surprised her. She was used to girls and women fawning all over her.

Miranda stood up and said confidently, "Laura, you may one day become a great Mistress in some ponds, but truth be told, here in this ocean you're a natural submissive."

"Trust me, I don't eat pussy," Laura said, still trying to assume control.

"Do you want to know what I think?" Miranda asked, knowing Laura would take the bait.

"Sure," Laura said, before adding, "although I have a half dozen MILF pets just like you, who eagerly beg to crawl between my legs and serve me."

"And I bet you have another half dozen teenage girls who also service you regularly," Miranda added, brilliantly manipulating her.

"I have an even dozen," Laura bragged, thinking perhaps she was finally using the right lure to land Miranda.

"But it's all a façade," Miranda told her.

"Excuse me?" Laura questioned.

"You, my dear, are living in denial," Miranda accused, as she placed her hands on Laura's shoulders.

Laura had likely used this exact move on many of her own prey, yet her expression was now one of complete confusion.

"You're a natural submissive, born to please," Miranda stated, "but you've attempted to deny it by acting like a complete bitch who uses people to hide from her true feelings."

"I'm not a lesbian," Laura stated, although she spoke almost like it was a question.

"I didn't say you were a lesbian, for I'm certain you enjoy men as well," Miranda intoned, her tone so soft and calm and persuasive. "I said you're a submissive, Deep down inside your psyche you need to please, to be liked, to be approved of. I imagine when you're with a guy you do as he says."

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"I do not," she said, but her tone gave it up that she was lying.

Miranda ordered softly, as she guided Laura's body to the floor, "I expect you to go between my legs now."

"But you're my cousin's wife," she argued, even as she allowed herself to be guided to the floor... her protest now not about submission but retreating to bringing up trivial rationales.

"And you're my husband's wife's... Pet," Miranda proclaimed, uttering the word that symbolized her position in the hierarchy of power.

"But I don't lick pussy," Laura protested, even as she stared directly into Miranda's wet pussy.

"It's the 21st century, my pet, every girl licks pussy at some point," explained my wife, moving her hand possessively to the back of Laura's head.

"But..." Laura began, as Miranda silenced her by guiding her conquest between her legs.

"That didn't take long," Nana said.

"And to think Miranda herself is much more of a submissive than a dominant," Mom added.

"The ultimate switch," I agreed.

"Do you think she can get her to become the bottom feeder for all of us?" Aunt Elizabeth asked.

"You really do want her between your legs, don't you?" Mom asked.

"That I do: I want to ride her face until I cum all over it," Auntie admitted.

"Back on your knees, Aunt Slut," I ordered, figuring she'd gotten to see enough, and reminding her that even though our pond had just gotten a trifle larger with the recruitment of her daughter, she was still second-from-the-bottom feeder.

"Am I going to get triple-teamed again?" Aunt Elizabeth asked wickedly, knowing that just swimming in this pond at all provided some very enjoyable perks.

"Yes," I nodded, "although this time I'll be doing the ass reaming."

"Great!" she agreed, as she straddled Mom's cock and bent over to receive mine.

"I can't believe I'm fucking my own daughter's face," Nana said, shaking her head.

"Incest is best," I said for the thousandth time since I'd first fucked Mom, as I slid my hard cock into my Auntie.

"Keep it in the family," Nana added.

"You can't have mother-fuckers without son-fuckers," Mom added.

"Nana loves her grandson's banana," Nana added with a giggle.

"We should trademark these slogans," I laughed, as I began fucking my Aunt's ass and looked back up at the television, realizing we'd missed a bit.

Miranda was sitting back down again and Laura was taking position between her legs.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door to Miranda's office. "Five minutes," someone called out.

"Shoot!" Miranda sighed, pushing Laura's face away. "We'll continue this when I return." She stood up and went to get dressed while a rather dazed Laura looked up, remaining on her knees.

Once Miranda was dressed, she asked, back in her sweet mode, "Would you like to come and watch the newscast?"

"Um, sure," Laura said, looking surprised.

"Then go quickly and wash my cunt juice off your face," Miranda said, as if she were telling a daughter to run upstairs and brush her teeth.

"Um, okay," Laura repeated, as she stood up and went into the washroom.

Miranda looked up at the camera and blew us a kiss.

Seconds later, I blew my load in my aunt's asshole.

I then watched my three incestuous sluts engage in a lengthy daisy chain as I also watched the newscast that featured my beautiful, radiant bride.

Then once all three had reached their orgasms, we all got dressed in our bedtime attire to watch Miranda complete her seduction of Laura.

When Miranda and Laura returned to Miranda's dressing room, she ordered, "Let's finish what you started, Laura. You had me feeling so fucking horny through the entire telecast."

"I did?" Laura asked.

"Oh yes!" Miranda nodded, again cascading her dress to the floor and returning to her couch. "I just knew you'd be a natural."

Laura walked over to Miranda, now with no protest at all and at least for now remaining fully dressed, then she lowered herself between my bride's nylon-clad legs.

Auntie said in wonder, "Wow, no resistance at all."

"You think you could resist Miranda?" I asked.

"Good point," Auntie laughed.

"There you go," Miranda moaned as she looked up at the camera and smiled at us. "Explore my entire cunt, my pet."

We watched as Laura licked and licked, her head moving up and down, left to right.

Miranda's moans increased, but then she pushed Laura's head away and demanded, "Tell me what you want, my pet."

Laura didn't hesitate, having had much experience with her own version of this drill, although this time she was playing the secondary role. "I want to get you off and taste your cum."

"What are you?" Miranda asked.

"I'm your pet," Laura declared.

"And you'll obey my every order?" Miranda questioned, adding to her power over Laura.

"Yes," Laura nodded, clearly impatient to bury her face back in Miranda's sweet snatch.

"Yes, what?" Miranda asked, making the hierarchy clearer.

"Yes, Mistress," Laura answered, demonstrating to Miranda and herself (and to us, her audience in TV-land) that she was a natural submissive.

"Good, my pet," Miranda nodded approvingly, "now get me off with that eager, slut tongue."

"Yes, Mistress," Laura nodded eagerly, instantly burying her face in Miranda's cunt.

Miranda grabbed her phone and texted something before she closed her eyes, just as she always did when she was getting ready to come, and allowed the teen's tongue to please her. I wondered who she was texting... it wasn't me.

I watched my wife, loving her facial expressions as she received pleasure from her latest conquest.

Two or three minutes later, Miranda came.

God, she was beautiful!

God, I was the luckiest man in the world!

Miranda was still coming when there was a knock at her door. "Come in," she called out.

Laura's head raised up, but Miranda held her in place, addressing her like a puppy, "Stay."

Kristina came in and asked casually, "Is it my turn?" Obviously, it was Kristina who Miranda had texted.

"She's all yours," Miranda affirmed, standing up.

Laura looked confused as Kristina sat down in front of the wet-faced teen.

Miranda asked her, "Still hungry?"

Laura gazed, yes hungrily, at the succulent dessert being offered between Kristina's spread legs and hesitated briefly, before answering like the newly-realized cunt-craving submissive she now was, "Starving, Mistress."

"Then get licking," Miranda ordered.

Laura obeyed, licking her second pussy in a matter of minutes, as Miranda went into the closet and returned a moment later with a strap-on. She strapped it on and waved to us as she paraded across the screen.

"Oh my God, my nephew's wife is about to fuck my daughter!" Aunt Elizabeth gasped.

"Damn it," I sighed, "and the naughty slut is going to get me all hard again."

"Poor baby!" Mom crooned unsympathetically. "Then I'd better help you with that," she finished more helpfully, fishing my hardening cock out.

As Mom began slowly sucking me, I watched my Miranda move behind Laura, who was on all fours servicing Kristina, and lifted up her dress. Laura kept licking as Miranda positioned her cock at the teen's cunt.

"Ready to get fucked, slut?" Miranda asked, rubbing the cock up and down Laura's pussy.

Laura moaned, "Yes Mistress, please fuck your teen slut!"

Truthfully, I was annoyed that Miranda hadn't got Laura undressed. I wanted to see my cousin's body and tits. I was also curious what kind of lingerie was underneath the dress besides the pink thong that Miranda yanked down to Laura's knees.

"I love listening to my daughter talking like a cheap slut," Aunt Elizabeth said.

"Like mother, like daughter," Mom teased.

"Like nana, like mother, like sister, like daughter," Nana elaborated.

"The interweaving of these incestuous relationships in our family is getting so complex I'm going to need a Venn diagram to keep track of it all," I joked as Miranda began fucking Laura.

"I get to fuck her first," Aunt Elizabeth declared.

"No, I think I do, Auntie Pet," I corrected.

"Then she eats me first, Master," Aunt Elizabeth bargained.

"Sure," Nana allowed as she crawled over to her daughter and said, "But you've got to earn it. Get eating."

"Yes, Mom," Auntie agreed, as she began licking her mother.

I watched Miranda fuck Laura, who got quite animated as she was fucked hard. "Oh yes, fuck my cunt, pound your slut, drill my box," all while she was still licking Kristina's cunt.

Laura came first.

Kristina second.

Nana third.

Then I shot a load into Mom's velvet mouth.

As we got up to go to bed, Aunt Elizabeth reminded us, "Tomorrow is orgy day."

"And I have a special surprise for my big man tomorrow," Mom smiled, as she gave my cock one more squeeze.

"How? We're running out of relatives," I joked.

"Well there are your dad's sisters," Mom smiled. "They're not my blood relatives, but they're yours."

"You really are wicked," I laughed, both dad's sisters being pretty hot.

"Let's go, Mom," Mom urged her mother, "you have a late-night snack to eat."

"Yummy," Nana agreed, as she followed Mom up to her bedroom.

...

An hour later Miranda slithered into bed with me, waking me up. She whispered, "Did you enjoy the show?"

"Did you?" I asked.

She moved my hand to her wet cunt, "What do you think?"

"Maybe," I teased.

"Fuck me, stud," she demanded, straddling me.

"If I have to," I sighed, knowing this would be a marathon session since I'd already come three times tonight.

"Yes, you fucking well do have to," she growled playfully as she began bouncing on my cock.

Fuck, was my life perfect!

...

Next morning we were all sitting around the breakfast table, Laura included, all of us knowing she'd been turned last night and had even watched it happen, but Laura not knowing we knew.

Aunt Elizabeth asked her, "How was last night at the television station, honey?"

"Different than I expected," Laura replied, not giving anything away. Yeah, right!

"Yes, you learned a lot, didn't you?" Miranda teased.

"Yes, I guess I did," Laura answered, her face going red.

"You were a real eager beaver," Miranda continued.

I contributed with a chuckle, "At my school 'eager beaver' has an unusual meaning."

"How so?" Miranda played dumb.

"It's a term for an eager lesbian pleasing another," I explained.

"Another what?" Nana asked, also playing dumb, as Laura's face went even redder.

"Another vagina," I answered, keeping it polite for the moment.

"Oh, I see," Nana said.

"You didn't get back until pretty late," Aunt Elizabeth remarked. "What took you girls so long?"

"Laura was hungry and needed a bite to eat," Miranda answered.

"Just like I was at the airport," chimed in Nana with a droll smile. Yes, exactly like that, we all thought.

I joked, "Too bad she wasn't an eager beaver, she could have snacked on some sushi right in your dressing room."

"Curtis!" Mom gasped theatrically.

"What?" I said. "I'm not ashamed that my wife is bi."

Miranda shrugged and licked her lips, "Yes, I do like my eager beavers."

Laura was now remaining silent... mortified by the possibility of some upcoming innuendo that might out her.

"I know you do," Mom said, then turning to Laura and grasping her hand to offer a 'heart-felt' apology, "I'm sorry honey, ever since Curtis married my ex-lover he's become pretty frank."

"You and Miranda were lovers?" Laura asked, her face one of pure shock.

"Yes, my loss is my son's gain," Mom nodded, "I thought your mother had explained to you that's why my marriage ended."

"No, she most certainly didn't," Laura denied, glaring at her mother.

"Oh dear, I'm sorry," Mom apologized again. "I guess I've just made all this very awkward."

Nana sighed, "Laura is eighteen. I'm sure she's enough of an adult to handle the fact that her aunt and her Nana are eager beavers."

"Mom!" my Mom reprimanded, this entire conversation really entertaining to everyone but Laura.

"What?" Nana shrugged. "I'm too old to begin telling lies now, or to pretend to be something I'm not."

"Nana, you like girls?" Laura gasped, trying to process a roomful of unexpected revelations.

"I like both guys and girls," Nana answered, "of various ages." She gave me a wink, but I don't think Laura noticed.

"You're bi?" Laura asked, still trying to process, feeling she was swimming against the current of another water analogy.

"I don't like to label myself," nana shrugged, "I just like sex."

"Mom, I'm not sure my daughter is ready to learn all the ins and outs of our family's truth," Auntie interjected, as it seemed we were accelerating the seduction plan greatly from our original discussion of the prior evening.

"What family truth?" Laura pleaded, feeling herself only able to ask questions, questions she wasn't getting any decipherable answers to.

Mom said, "She's eighteen, Elizabeth; she's an adult. Maybe it is time to let her in on the truth."

"But not at the kitchen table," Nana objected. "This isn't the place for eager beavers."

I couldn't help but add, "Yes, any eager beavering should be done under the table."

"Curtis!" Miranda reprimanded me, slapping my hand.

"What? Am I wrong?" I asked.

"I didn't say that," Miranda prevaricated.

Mom, deciding both to take control and that there was no better time than the present, "Slut Miranda, under the table. Now!"

"Yes, Mistress," Miranda obeyed immediately, grinning wickedly at Laura before whisking herself under the crowded kitchen table and between her mother-in-law's legs.

Laura's face shot from bright red to pale white in a heartbeat! I mean it may have even been Guinness book of World Records fast as she stared around in disbelief, especially when she was expecting to experience an immediate tumult of outraged objections to such scandalous behavior and saw only laughing faces.

Mom explained over an undercurrent of wet sounds emerging from under the table as Laura was looking as if she'd just seen a gaggle of ghosts, "You see my dear, there is quite the hierarchy here."

"I don't understand," Laura said quietly.

"I know, honey," Mom smiled warmly. "This must all be very confusing."

"Yes, I have no idea what's going on," Laura confessed.

"Miranda is my submissive, and also Curtis's wife," Mom explained.

"That is so fucked up," Laura finally objected bluntly.

"Language, dear," Aunt Elizabeth scolded her mildly.

"You knew about this?" Laura asked, glaring at her mom.

"Not at first," Auntie answered.

"No judging, please," Mom said mildly. "I'm not judging you for what you did with Miranda last night."

"How on earth would you know about that?" Laura asked, shocked.

"We all set you up and watched your seduction on a webcam," Mom answered, still as serene as a still, mountain pond.

"Excuse me?" Laura asked.

"Our family is a bit unorthodox," Mom explained without explaining anything.

"Yeah tell me something I don't know," Laura blurted sarcastically.

"I should have said extremely unorthodox," Mom corrected herself, looking at me.

"What do you mean?" Laura asked, confused.

"May I be blunt?" Mom asked.

"This is taking forever, I'm cutting to the chase," Nana interrupted, sighing heavily, before letting all the cats out of the bag: "Laura, the long and short of it is that we all fuck each other. Every single one of us is fucking every single one of the rest of us. End of story."

"WHAT?" Laura shouted hysterically. I thought she was taking it very well: at least her head hadn't exploded.

Laura's next phase turned out to be quiet hysteria. She sat there twitching for a while as Nana raised a finger in the air to regain her attention, and we all waited patiently for Laura to simmer down enough so she was able to give it to her.

After a couple of minutes Nana had regained her pupil's attention and she continued, "To elaborate, dear granddaughter, we eat each other's cunts, we suck Curtis's cock and we fuck each other with strap-ons and welcome our Master's cock in both holes."

Auntie added, "All three sometimes."

Mom fished out my cock as we listened, stroking it unnecessarily since it was already hard and ready for action. It still felt nice, though.

"Sorry... yes, all three," Nana corrected herself before snapping her fingers and pointing first to my Aunt Elizabeth and then to underneath the table.

"Yes, Mommy," Auntie responded, glancing at her daughter before sliding down to the eager-beaver-land under the table.

"No fucking way!" Laura gasped loudly.

"As you can see, we're a very close family," Mom added, as she stood up to reveal she was now bottomless, then still facing Laura, sat down onto my cock and began riding me while her niece watched unbelievingly.

"You fuck your own son?" Laura demanded incredulously.

"We all do, Curtis's cock is wonderful!" Mom moaned as she rode me.

"No way," Laura repeated, her volume now greatly diminished.

"You see, Curtis is Master to us all," Mom explained, revealing the keystone to the full hierarchy.

"This is so fucked up," Laura said.

"Incest goes back for centuries," Mom said.

"It's illegal," Laura pointed out.

"We're all adults," Miranda, relieved for now from her eager beaver duties with Mom, re-entered the conversation, her face slightly glistening as she sat back on her chair, redirecting her pet.

"But..." Laura began.

"Pet Laura, it's time for you to crawl under the table and lick your aunt's cunt while she fucks her son's lovely big cock," Miranda ordered.

"But he's your husband!" Laura continued arguing even though she knew she'd already lost.

"I share everything with my husband," Miranda shrugged, "especially my dear Mistress Alexis, and now my newest submissive pet as well."

"This is so crazy," Laura said, even though she wasn't walking away... or climbing down under the table.

"I thought I was supposed to get first dibs on our new slut," Aunt Elizabeth called out from under the table.

"Mom! You want me too?" Laura called back, not just exasperated, but flabbergasted!

"She's my slut," Miranda pointed out. "I'll loan her to whomever I please."

"Fine," Auntie sighed, "but she is the bottom feeder now, not me."

"Right now Laura, do as you're told," Miranda ordered.

"You're ordering me to commit incest?" Laura questioned.

"Firstly, yes, I am. Secondly, you've already decided you want to do it," Miranda said.

"How so?"

"You haven't been tied to your chair and you're still here," Miranda pointed out, "plus, I'll bet your teen twat is soaking wet."

After a pause to think for a moment before accepting she'd been landed hook, line and sinker and there was no longer any point in floundering around. She relaxed and looked back at Miranda. She shrugged, "Mistress, my teen twat is always wet."

"Good to know," Miranda smiled, before repeating her order, "now go lick your aunt's tasty twat."

"I still I can't believe I'm doing this," Laura said dazedly, as I watched her climb down off her chair so she could crawl to me under the table. I couldn't see her anymore, but I heard her gasp as she exclaimed, "Oh my God, Curtis, what a whopper!!"

"Thanks," I laughed, as she was assuredly staring at my cock for the first time.

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Mom said to us all, "Let's take this to the living room."

"Good idea," Nana said.

Mom climbed off me and began walking away but to my surprise, I felt a hand on my cock.

"So big," Laura crooned as she stroked me.

"Suck it, slut," I ordered, taking charge.

"I've never had one this big," she sighed.

"Wait until he slams it in your cunt," Nana said helpfully.

Auntie added, "Or gapes your asshole with it."

"No way," Laura said, still stroking it.

"Way! We're all three-hole fuck sluts for our Master," Miranda explained, "and soon you will be too."

I grabbed the back of her head and slid my cock, still wet from my Mom's cunt, into my cousin's mouth. As anticipated, once my throbbing cock was inside her mouth she wanted more.

She began sucking as Mom sighed, "I thought we were going to the living room."

"I'm just giving her a taste of my cock and your cunt," I shrugged, "it's an efficient form of family bonding."

"You have such an elegant way with words," Mom smiled, kissing me.

I allowed Laura to suck my cock for only a minute before I pulled out and ordered her, "Crawl to the living room."

She didn't protest but wordlessly crawled out from under the table and into the living room where Mom already had Nana working away between her legs, while Miranda had her legs spread apart to accommodate Aunt Elizabeth between them... everyone suddenly completely naked.

I sighed dramatically as I asked the room, "Ladies, what is wrong with this picture?"

"Your cock isn't in my pussy?" Mom asked.

"Your cock isn't in my asshole?" Nana asked.

"I know what it is, my darling daughter isn't munching on my cunt, and that's a crying shame!" Aunt Elizabeth voted.

"All good wishes and all shall come true in good time," I laughed, all my women such insatiable hot sluts, "but do I ever fuck sluts while they're not in nylons?"

"Sorry Master, we got hungry," Nana apologized.

"Go find some, all of you," I ordered in a firm voice, "while our newest slut keeps me company."

"Yes, Master," they all chorused in unison, sounding like a kinky class of schoolgirls.

As they got up and left, I ordered my sexy cousin, "Suck on my balls."

"Do I call you Master too?" she asked, looking up at me.

"If you're willing to be my unconditional fuck slut, then yes," I nodded.

"Yes, Master, unconditionally," she pledged, finally having shifted not at all smoothly, but still thoroughly, from a dominant bitch just yesterday to one of the most submissive girls I had ever met in my wild two-month journey.

As she sucked one of my balls into her mouth, I explained, "You must understand that all my sluts are incestuous three-hole fuck toys."

"So I've heard," she said unconcernedly, placidly sucking on my balls.

"Then you will give me your ass as well?" I asked.

"I hope so Master, but I've never had anything in my ass, at least not anything going upstream," she admitted.

"My girls will prepare your ass," I explained. "By now they're all quite experienced and proficient, and together we can give you lots of memorable experiences."

"I'm still having trouble believing all this," she mused as she stroked my cock, "especially that I'm suddenly the bottom bitch. I've always been top dog."

"You may be a switch," I said.

"A what?" she asked, slithering her tongue up my shaft... she'd obviously sucked some cock before.

"Able to be dominant or submissive depending on the situation and who's involved," I said.

"Well, contrary to what I claimed last night, I've always been pretty obedient to my guys," she admitted, taking my cock back in her mouth.

"You're a natural cock slut," I approved, as she deep throated my unusually long cock.

She moaned on my cock, sending vibrations through my body. After all the wild sex in the last few months, she was the first chick my own age I'd had in quite some time. And while she lacked the style of my experienced sluts, she was certainly eager.

"I see the cousins are finally getting along," Mom said, arriving in a pair of white stockings.

Auntie added, arriving in black stockings, "I see you finally found a way to get my daughter to clam up."

"She does look hot with a mouthful of cock," Nana added, arriving downstairs also in black stockings.

"It must be genetic, she has the family touch," I theorized.

Miranda sauntered in, looking delicious in mocha stockings, and said, "I see you're already training our slut."

"She followed you home, can we keep her?" I joked.

"Perhaps," Miranda laughed, bringing Laura a pair of beige stockings to put on. "I was thinking of our having a live-in pet when you move out of your mother's house and in with me. And I do wish you'd hurry; she has remarried, you know."

"And we are moving here," Aunt Elizabeth said.

"We are?" Laura asked, taking my cock out of her mouth.

"Yep," she nodded. "We need to be closer to family, especially now."

"Cool! What about Nana?" Laura asked, her hand returning to stroking my cock.

"I'm moving here too," Nana added.

"Well! So this family reunion is permanent," I said, as Miranda coaxed the stockings smoothly and sensuously up Laura's legs and into place.

"Enough chit chat," Miranda broke in, having finished dressing her pet in the family uniform. "Laura, crawl between your mother's legs and eat that cunt you came out of eighteen years ago."

I thought Laura might protest, this was a lot more taboo than sucking her cousin's cock, but she crawled to her Mom and apologized, "Mom, I'm sorry I've been such a bitch lately."

Aunt Elizabeth smiled and replied "And I'm sorry I've been so impatient with you."

"Obviously you just needed to get laid," Laura smiled.

"And I needed a sexy daughter I could use as my personal pussy-pleasing fuck toy," Aunt Elizabeth added nastily, before grabbing her loving daughter's head and shoving it roughly into her cunt. She moaned instantly, "Fuck, I've been dying to do this!"

Mom, Miranda and Nana moved to the couch, all kissing and fondling each other as they watched me move into position behind my cousin.

"This is so hot," Nana said.

"Did you ever imagine you would one day watch your granddaughter and grandson fucking?" Mom asked.

"No," Nana laughed, "Of course I didn't think I would ever become a three-hole fuck slut for my grandson, either."

"Or a submissive to your slutty daughter," Mom added, as I positioned my cock near Laura's pussy lips.

I glanced back and saw Nana submissively moving to the floor and between her daughter's legs as Miranda crawled over to me and offered, "Master, please allow me to be the one to direct your big cock inside our new live-in pet."

"Of course you may," I smiled.

"I mean it," Miranda said. "I've spoken with Elizabeth. She won't be able to move here for a few months, so this slut is going to move in with us as our full-time submissive sex slut and maid."

"When she isn't in school?" I asked.

"Exactly," Miranda said, as she positioned my cock at Laura's wet cunt.

"Enough talking already, Master and Mistress! May your worshipful slut slave humbly request that you both... shut the fuck up and shove that mother-fucking big dick into my dirty cunt?" Laura begged. Okay, demanded.

"As you wish, O soft-spoken worshipful slave," Miranda said, aiming my cock with one hand and using the other to give my butt a mighty SLAP! to urge me quickly and forcefully into our house pet.

"Oh fuck!" Laura moaned loudly, before her mother shoved her face back in her cunt.

"Pound my daughter!" Auntie ordered.

I laughed, "As you wish, too!"

Miranda moved her finger to Laura's asshole and began teasing it as I began really fucking Laura, hard enough that her face was likely going even deeper into her Mom's box.

"Keep eating my cunt, you fucking dumb slut," Auntie demanded, as she began grinding her pussy up and down on her daughter's face.

I glanced over and watched Nana munching on Mom's cunt, before I turned back and watched Miranda's pinky finger disappear inside Laura's ass, just as Aunt Elizabeth suddenly screamed bloody orgasm. "Fuck! I'm coming on my daughter's face!"

"Best mother-daughter bonding ever," Mom laughed with a moan, as she was doing the same thing to her own mother.

"It's a pretty good cousin bonding experience too," I said, my balls boiling, as I hadn't come yet and Miranda pulled out her pinkie finger and replaced it with a larger one.

"Harder, fuck me harder," Laura demanded, as her mother finally let go of her head. She added, "And finger fuck my ass harder too, Mistress."

My cock and Miranda's finger worked in unison to drive our new slut wild as she followed her mother into orgasmic heaven about a minute later screaming, "Mother fucker, yes!"

"And a cousin fucker," I added, playfully.

"And a Nana fucker," Nana quipped from behind me.

"And an aunt fucker," Auntie said shakily, her orgasm still coursing through her.

"And sometimes even just a young stud fucking his MILF wife," Miranda said, pulling her finger out of Laura's ass.

A few more strokes, and I knew I was close. I ordered, "Slut, turn around and get your face ready for my load."

Laura spun quickly around, offering her pretty mouth as a wide-open target.

Miranda began jerking my cock and aimed my cannon at Laura's open oral orifice.

"Shoot your load all over our slut's face," Miranda ordered.

"Oh fuck, here it comes!" I grunted, spewing a massive load all over her face and into her mouth with five big ropes.

I then slid my cock into Laura's mouth and she eagerly bobbed on my cock, extracting every last drop of my cum.

"Yes, Mommy," Mom screamed at Nana as she came too.

Miranda walked over to Elizabeth, pushed her onto her back on the couch and straddled her, the only one besides Nana who hadn't yet come.

Nana got up, moved to the couch and said, "Time for my daughter to return the favour."

"You want me to be a dirty filthy mother-licker?" Mom coyly asked, even as she moved down to the floor.

"Twenty-four seven!" Nana laughed, as Mom buried her face in her cunt.

Laura nursed on my cock for a few more minutes as together we watched the two live-action lesbian acts.

After Miranda and Nana came, Mom stood up and proclaimed, "This was the best breakfast ever!"

"Homemade!" Nana joked.

"And it's a renewable resource!" I added.

Mom said more calmly, "So tonight we exchange gifts."

"And they'd better be toys." Aunt Elizabeth said.

"Or lingerie," I added.

"Or handcuffs," Nana wickedly added.

"And Ellie will be here," Mom added.

"Is my present going to be her ass?" I guessed.

"Maybe," Mom shrugged, giving me a kiss.

I went to take a shower... one that ended up with my fucking Nana's ass when she joined me.

As I deposited my final load (of the morning!) up my Nana's asshole, I hoped and prayed that tonight I would at long last take Ellie's asshole.

THE END FOR NOW

POSSIBLE FUTURE CHAPTERS

What Mom Knows Fucks Her Son's Ass

Mom teaches her son the pleasure of pegging.

What Mom Knows is Sodomizing Ellie

Ellie's ass is finally taken.

What Mom Knows is Truth or Dare

What Mom Knows is Utter Submission

What Mom Knows is Wild Orgies