H Tales Of A Reincarnated Elf

by Stayrr

I was a good looking prince when I was reborn, and because I could do indecent things as much as I like, I decided to make a harem while traveling with a beautiful female elf Formerly an otaku, the hero who was just reincarnated became a handsome elf prince of another world. In his previous life he was just a plain-faced man, so in this world he uses his high position as a prin

31. Harem-Sexual Fantasies (69-76)

B3 (2) - HAREM ~ SEXUAL FANTASIES - Chapter 76 by CopyKatto full book limited free

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David had been dealing with a huge issue for quite a while now. He's at the age where girls would typically always be on your mind, and in a sense this applies to him as well. Except, he's not fawning over the many beautiful girls in his class, but instead his busty MILF of a mom Sofia. He knew how messed up it was, but for some reason he'd been feeling much more attracted to older girls. Unfortunately (or fortunately?) for him, his mom was an older woman who was downright jawdropping in terms of her beauty and sex appeal. Her breasts were large, and he couldn't stop himself from peeking glances of her round ass as she walked around the house. This dilemma caused himself to try to actively ignore or avoid spending time with his mother, and he tends to give her more attitude than usual.

He was having trouble suppressing his pent up lust for his mother, and knew the repercussions that making a move on his mom would have. It could cause permanent damage to their relationship, and despite how he appears, he still deeply cares for his mother on a personal level as well. Despite all of this, he was reaching a point where he couldn't stop himself any longer. On the other hand, his mother had no idea what was causing this behavior. David has never been a child to cuddle up to his mother, but at times she felt like he hated her. He would shout back at her, avoid eye contact, and left to go upstairs as soon as she tried to spend time with him. Obviously, this could be equated to many teenagers, but this still worried her greatly, and she wanted to do something about it. Moreover, his 16 birthday was coming up and she had no idea what to give him.

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It was 8:00 in the morning, David had just woken up and was sitting at the kitchen table eating his morning cereal. He turned his head as he saw his mother walk into the room, "Morning, sweetie, make sure to clean up your room before you leave" said his mother while yawning. Her breasts quite visible as her top was messy from just waking up, and it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra as her tits were slightly sagging. Quickly turning away, he tried his best to keep his eyes off of her as he quietly responded with a "'Kay".

Sofia looked at her son, and decided to try to make small talk with him, it's been awhile since they've had a conversation before. "How's school going sweetie?, Don't tell me you found a girlfriend already,'' she jokingly teased while lightly punching his arm. "Don't touch me, old lady!" he growled in typical angsty fashion.

Sofia frowned at his response, and asked him "I was thinking that we hadn't spent time together in awhile. After school, do you want to watch a movie at home with me?". She felt like a highschool girl asking her crush out the first time, that's how awkward it's gotten between the two at this point. David had to think about it for a second, he did want to do his best to avoid her because of how tempted he was to fuck her, but at the same time he didn't want to completely ignore her.

He coldly responded saying "Whatever, fine". which made the older woma grin at his halfhearted response, and she internally celebrated as she could finally spend time with her son and find out what he wanted to get for his birthday. She tried to hug her son, a rare sign of affection for her as she's regularly strict, but as soon as her breasts pressed against David's shoulder, he became flustered and yelled at her to stop touching him again. After apologizing, she began her regular mother duties and began to wash the dishes. He was way too nervous for a boy that was going to spend time with his mother, and he grew even more flustered as he began to stare at his mother's large ass that was barely being contained by her light sundress. She began to try to make small talk with him again, to no avail, as he was hardly focused on anything but the light movements her butt was making. He quickly got up as soon as he finished his cereal, and headed out to go to school.

Later that night, David couldn't stop thinking about his mother and how he was going to be spending time with her in what felt like forever. HIs dad has been out on a work trip for the next week or so, and that's why he's been increasingly avoiding his mother, knowing full well that his dad wasn't home to find out if something did happen. Also, the fact that she asked him to watch a movie with him is what excited him further. The TV they were going to use to watch the movie was in his mother's room, this meant that maybe after watching a late night movie, he could have an excuse to sleep in the same bed with her. His erection slowly began to grow as he fantasized getting a better look at her breasts, or lightly groping her. On the other hand, Sofia was completely oblivious to how horny she was making her son feel, and was just excited for the opportunity to improve their relationship.

A grin formed on her face as she heard the door open, and Bakugou's voice telling her "I'm home". She excitedly pulled him into a quick embrace, and in what seemed to be a miracle he didn't push her away on the spot. Instead, he lightly returned the hug, and internally was enjoying how his mother's breasts felt pushed up against him. "Let's go to my room, David! I found a good action movie that we could watch together!", she cheered as she rushed over to her room. Bakugou, who was walking behind her the whole time, just stared at her plump backside until they reached her room. "God damnit', he thought to himself, as he was internally struggling to restrain himself. He was mostly silent as he slowly laid down beside her on the bed, watching her as she turned on the TV.

The movie felt like it took an eternity to end. David was hardly even paying attention as other thoughts were clouding his mind. Hismother was slouching down while watching the movie, laying down on her pillow, while he was sitting upright so he could catch a good view of her cleavage. Again, she wasn't wearing a bra, and he was trying his hardest to catch a glimpse of her nipple. He'd been sporting a semi-hard erection the entire time, and was trying to cover it using the blankets so he wouldn't get found out. After the movie finally ended, Sofia yawned as she was beginning to feel very sleepy. Before she went to bed, she wanted to get the question she'd been waiting to ask him the entire time.

"Sweetie, what do you want for your birthday?", Sofia questioned as she stared at his face for a response. David almost muttered the immediate response that came to his mind, which for sure would have gotten him in deep trouble. As soon as she asked him that question, the answer he desperately wanted to give her was for her to take his virginity. He wanted to go back to having a normal son/mother relationship, but the urge to wanting to sleep with her was getting in the way of that, he thought that maybe if he could just release once from having sex with her it'll all be over.

He opened his mouth to answer the question, and a silence filled the room for the next 10 seconds. He paused, and said "I'm not sure yet, anything, I guess.' he weakly muttered, disappointed in himself for not mustering the courage to ask but also relieved he didn't say anything stupid. Mitsuki sighed as she didn't get an answer to her questioned, and decided that she was to sleepy to prompt him further, so he decided to call it a night and tried to go to sleep. David was acting sleepy too, so he could have an excuse for sleeping in his mother's bed with her.It hadn't even dawned her mind that they were sharing a bed, to her it wasn't something to be fishy of, since she hadn't had dirty thoughts about her song like that.

After an hour or so passed, David couldn't fall asleep as his heart was beating so fast, as the source of his pent up lust was sleeping right beside him. She was facing away from him, sleeping on her side as her back was turned to him. He was certain that at this point she'd be asleep, so while gathering himself with a deep breath, he slowly reached over to grab a handful of her buttcheek. He was amazed at its size and softness as he lightly grabbed it, he slowly began to rub it as he explored her ass. His pants could hardly contain his straining erection, growing harder from the erotic situation he found himself in. He gulped and paused for a moment, trying to gauge her facial expression in case she was awake.

After determining she was sleeping, he slowly shifted his hand from her ass onto her hip, and began to rub his erection on her ass cheek. Sofia began to slowly wake up as she felt something lightly pressing on her butt. David wasn't focused enough to realize she was slowly waking up, and instead stared down towards their lower halves as he was amazed at how soft her rump felt against his cock. He grew some confidence after a while and began to slowly thrust in between her butt cheeks. Sofia, who was beginning to gain consciousness after slowly waking up, was in utter shock as she felt her son grind against her backside. She didn't know whether to be mad, disturbed or disgusted, so he silently stayed quiet for now. She didn't want to make a big deal out of it yet, as she silently accepted that at that age most male kids are horny. She was hoping he would just deal with his erection in the washroom or something later, and forget that his ever happened.

Unfortunately for her, David wasn't going to stop anytime soon. He was so turned on from finally making physical contact with the woman he thought was the most attractive he'd seen. He began to grind deep into the crevice of her ass until she was practically squeezing him with her ass. His breath began to become ragged as he desperately searched to increase his pleasure, so he decided to take a risk and slowly brought his hands from her hips to hover over her breasts. As soon as he made contact with her tit, she yelped and quickly got up, shifting her butt away from her son to stop his dry humping.

"DAVID AGUILAR GUEVARA, What the hell are you doing?" She shouted at her son like she regularly did when she was really mad at him. "Mom! I'm sorry… I didn't know you were awake" David quietly said. For once in his life, he truly looked sorry for doing something wrong. "I'm sorry mom, I don't know what came over me.. The last few days I couldn't stop feeling like this.." he said . She could feel the sincerity in his apology, but still couldn't fathom that he would actually do something like this. He continued, saying "Mom, you're just so attractive it's so hard to contain myself! You're always walking around with light clothing, showing off your cleavage and your round ass!". At this point, he was just spouting nonsense as he was panicked at the fact she woke up. "David, I can't believe you would do something like this to your own mother" she scolded him. She was shocked that her son could harbor such strong sexual feelings for her. The question that she had asked him earlier popped up in his head again, as he thought up of an idea that could try to solve their problem.

David begun to say, "Mom… I'm really sorry about what I did... But I think there's a way I can fix this problem... For my birthday... I want to lose my virginity". Sofiai has never seen him speak this softly before, this thought was completely interrupted after she processed what she had just asked him. "Why the hell would I do that with you?! That's not something a mother and son should do." She shouted at him, extremely embarrassed from this situation and conversation. "Please mom… I can't stop feeling this horny if we don't do something about it.. Whenever i'm with you all I could think about is fucking you" He confessed.

A large blush grew on her face as her son was talking to her like she was some highschool slut. She began to feel kind of bad for him as it was apparent he was ashamed for feeling this way about his mom, and she wanted to fix their relationship as soon as possible. With doubt clouding her mind, and her stomach turning in what she was about to say, she took a deep breath and told her son. "Fine... for your birthday... I'll make you cum once... Only! And I mean only! If you promise me to never pull a stunt like this again!."

David internally felt incredibly happy, as he was so ecstatic to finally alleviate the pressure forming in his crotch every day. "Thank you so much, Mom!" He hugged her in a show of affection uncharacteristic of him. "But, does that mean you'll let me fuck you?" he asked. Sofia shuddered at his choice of words and bluntness of his question, "I never said that! I only said that I'll guide you to a release.". She answered but then he began to plead, "But, mom. I don't think just a handjob will do it, I've been wanting to feel your body for such a long time." He sounded so desperate, that she had to put him at ease by at least assuring him something worthy of a birthday present. "Alright, alright, fine, you spoiled brat! I'll put your dick in my mouth for your birthday! Is that good enough?". After hearing that, David internally thought "YESS!!", as he pounded his fist in sheer joy. However, while he would be satisfied with his mother sucking him to completion, he made it his personal goal to let him fuck her for his present. He began to think about ways in the next week that he could seduce her to the point where she would accept him.

With a smirk forming on his face, he tapped her shoulder as she tried to face away from him and fall back asleep. He pointed to his erection, and with his newfound confidence, asked her "What are we gonna do about this?". The latina mother began to blush again as she stammered a response. "I-I-i don't know! Get rid of it yourself!". He began to pout, something completely out of character for him. With guilt forming in her stomach, she huffed and reluctantly agreed to help him. In a week she was going to be putting his dick inside her mouth anyways, so she might as well get used to seeing it now, she thought. "I'm only going to touch it with my hand, that's it, got it!" She shouted as she wanted to make it clear she wasn't going to let him have sex with her.

He nodded in response, as he unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers in anticipation. His sheer size and girth shocked his mother, he was significantly larger than the average man, even at his age, bigger than his father and her husband. She slowly reached over to grab his length, and lightly squeezed it in her hand, feeling how warm and hard it became. She looked at her son and saw that he was obviously staring right at her chest. She wanted to get this over with as soon as possible, and thus with a sigh she took off her top and threw it to the side, allowing her enormous tits out in the process.

His jaw practically dropped from the sight, the same boobs he's been trying to get a glimpse of for the past few weeks were right in front of him. He didn't want to scare her off by pouncing on her, so he restrained himself and allowed her to continue stroking his erection. She was stroking him up and down for the next two minutes, not a word coming from each other's mouths as they both stared at her son's crotch watching what was transpiring. David broke the silence "It's kinda dry", he said. Getting the memo, Sofia leaned over a bit and spat on his cock, while doing this he could feel her hot breath against his genitalia. He was desperate for added pleasure, so he did his best to steel himself for the next few minutes to hold back his ejaculation.

She continued to grip his erection, bringing her hand up and down quickly, to no avail. "Mom, maybe, if you could let me kiss you I'll be able to come faster...". His suggestion shocked her. "Oh, come on! I'm already giving you a handjob, what more do I have to do?" She complained as it was obvious he was trying his best to prolong this session. "I've never kissed a girl before, old lady! I just want to know what i'm doing when it does happen", he shouted back at her. Sofia did always tease him about not getting a girlfriend yet. "Plus, you're already going to be putting your lips on my cock, a kiss isn't that much to ask for", he retorted.

What a smart ass, she thought. "Fine, but don't get too carried away". She slowly leaned in towards him, continuing her hand movement on his cock, he tilted his head as he clumsily and aggressively pressed his lips against his mothers. Loving the feeling of her plump lips, he groaned and tried to suck on them as he began to thrust into his mothers hand. She tried to calm him down by pushing lightly against his chest, but then he brought his right hand to grope her breast as he began to try and swipe his tongue in between her lips, demanding for entrance. She tried to moan in protest, but luckily for her he was nearing his end. She'd been stroking him for a while now, and the kiss and her breasts were making it harder for him to hold back. He began to press both of his hands on her head, trying to force her down onto his cock.

"What the hell, David! I said I was going to do this on your birthday!", She tried to argue. "It's gonna make a mess if you don't take it in your mouth, mom!", Her son shouted. He had a good point, so she urged him to stand up, as she knelt down in front of him, and opened her mouth wide. Her warm breath felt so good on his cock, and she continued to stroke him. The facial expression on Sofia's face and her breasts were too much of a view for the teenage boy,

He moaned loudly as he failed to contain his orgasm and he began to shoot his load. The first shot landed perfectly on his mother's tongue, but she kept her eyes closed and her mouth open wide to catch as much as she could. The second shot wasn't as accurate, and left strands of semen on the sides of her lips and cheek. The third one completely missed and coated her face in his cum. "FUCK, old hag, that felt great". She playfully karate chopped his arm as he used his nickname for her, of course after she let him cum in her mouth. She brought a hand over to her face to wipe the semen off her eyes, and held the semen in her mouth as she was preparing to go spit it out. "Let me see it, first,'' he told her as he tugged on her arm to prevent her from leaving. She leant back over, and opened her mouth to show him how much cum she had in her mouth. Some of it spilled out of her mouth, but luckily she caught it with her hand before it fell onto the bed sheets. It was such an erotic sight, her plump lips, with her shiny long tongue, the strands of saliva mixed with his globs of semen, her warm, hot breath.

After David got what he wanted to see, she closed her mouth again which caused her cheeks to bulge as it threatened to spill out of her mouth. She had to swallow some of it to make sure it didn't make a mess, much to her dismay. He laid there in silence as he watched his mother open the bathroom door, and spat out the large amounts of semen into the sink. He was disappointed that she didn't swallow, but that was something he would be trying to work on as the days passed by. For now, he enjoyed the sight of watching his mother brushes her teeth one more time that night as she was trying to get the taste of semen out of her mouth. After she was done gargling mouth wash, Sofia slowly laid back down on the bed, telling him to go to sleep. He nodded in response, and gave her a kiss on the lips before turning around and going to sleep. She kissed him back, turned around and sighed. This was going to be a long week for her, and she knew it..

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Sofia let out an audible sigh as she begun her morning routine of washing the dishes. Luckily for her, she woke up before her son could, and potentially avoided any form of sexual interaction. What happened the night before was troubling her, as she couldn't believe that her own son harbored such illicit feelings for his mother, and to make matters worse she let him ejaculate in her mouth, and promised to suck him off. She was glad that their relationship seemed to improve, but now she found herself in a different type of predicament now where instead of trying to spend more time with him, she'd have to do her best to avoid him. She had a feeling that after getting him off once, a typical virgin teen would just become even more encouraged to keep coming after her. He clearly found her attractive enough to keep wanting more.

While she was contemplating all of this in her head, her son had just woken up and walked in the kitchen. Seeing his mother, and remembering what happened the night before, his already semi-hard morning member became fully erect as he stared at her womanly hourglass figure. The morning before, he was having trouble keeping his eyes away from her because of all of the fantasies it caused to pop up in his head. But, after last night, David gained new found confidence and became actively motivated to achieve his personal goal, which was to lose his virginity to his own sexy mother.

So, he did what he was too afraid to do the day before. He slowly approached his mother from behind, and slowly placed his hands on both sides of her wide hips. Sofia gasped at the sudden contact, too busy formulating thoughts in her own mind to notice her son sneak up on her. "Oh, David! G-good morning", she stuttered. As soon as she saw the look in his eyes, she knew that her fear of him wanting more was true. Ignoring her greeting, and keeping his eyes focused on the prize, he began to rub his morning wood on his mother's plump ass. He got a pretty good feel for it last night, but it ended far too soon for him to completely enjoy it. Her ass was one of the many fascinating things that he craved about her body.

"David! Stop this. I'm your own mother!" she weakly complained, fully knowing that after last night it would be impossible for him to treat her that way anymore. With a sigh, she stopped washing the dishes as she put her hands onto the sink to help support herself, as her adolescent son began to thrust instead of only rubbing. Wanting to feel as much of her ass he could, he started to pull her towards him, while thrusting his hips forward. It was an arousing sight for him to see, his hard erection strained against his shorts pressed deep in the middle of her buttcrack. She was still wearing that erotic sundress from the night before, as she hadn't taken her morning shower yet. Another thing that she found out last night, once David got going, it was hard for him to stop.

She stood there and put her head down, waiting for her son to finish his attack on her rump. The entire time, she never pressed her ass back towards him, which began to upset David so he grabbed his right hand, and gave her asscheek a strong, loud slap. He wanted to give her a teaser for what he planned to do to her on his birthday, still not giving up on his hopes of losing his virginity to his mother. Wanting her son to finish his little session with her ass, she gave him what he wanted and began to press back into him, rubbing her ass up and down along his shaft.

"Fuck yeah, finally getting into eh, old hag". He mocked her as his thrusting sped up. She was too embarrassed to give him a response, and just kept her head held down to avoid eye contact, as a huge blush grew on her face. He continued to thrust against her like that for what felt like an eternity, but eventually he felt like he got enough pleasure for now,so he slowly took his cock away from her ass, and gave it a slap before telling her "Thanks for the meal.", and with a smirk, planted a chaste kiss on her cheek.

"What the hell am I going to do with that kid?", she thought to herself. David was far too aggressive a person to let her off the hook that easily, once he was determined about something he wouldn't quit until he got it. And in this case, his mother's pussy is what he was striving for.

David looked down at the tent that formed in his pants caused from his mother's ass, and saw that there was precum forming on the tip. He grinned as he just thought up of a good idea. Whenever his mother was done washing the dishes, she typically showered right away as she would have to rush to catch her train to make it to work. David, on regular days, would take a shower after her as his school started slightly later. Of course, on some days where she would forget to pick up her dirty clothes, he would use them to masturbate before leaving the house.

After she finished washing the dishes, she walked into her room to pick out her new clothes to wear for the day. As she walked towards the shower, she heard the water running. "David, I have to shower to get to work! Hurry up and get out!", she yelled. He was getting on her nerves, first he pulls that stunt in the morning, and now he's about to get her late for work.

"Sorry, old hag. I just felt like taking a shower to clean up", his response making her blush slightly. "Just hurry up, i'm going to be late!". A wide grin grew on his face as he began to put his plan to work. "I can't, I just got in the shower." he responded with a smirk on his face. "If you don't want to be late for work, we could just shower together.", his suggestion sent a shiver down her spine, and he could hardly stop panting in anticipation for her response.

"That fucking brat.", she muttered to herself. Sure, his infatuation with her was flattering in a way, but he was seriously ticking her off with his antics today. Her two options were to either leave for work without taking a shower, something all women hate to do, or go in there take a shower with her son. After contemplating her decision, and determining that she was wasting too much time, she gave in to her horny son's request and swung the shower door open. "You're a snotty brat, you know that,'' she annoyingly told David. He had the shower curtains opened, so she could see his massive erection that formed after their grinding session.

"I'm not going to do anything for you, I'm just going to shower and get the hell out, alright?!" she shouted. "Yeah, no problem with me." said David. She thought it was weird that he'd surrender so quickly, but put it past him to still make a move on her. She saw the way he was staring at her boobs last night, and she knew that he wanted to fuck her more than anything, so she wanted to avoid showing him her vagina at all costs. She began to strip with her back turned to him, removed her bra-strap, letting her massive boobs spill out. "I can't believe I'm actually going to have to do this", she thought to herself as she slowly removed her panties.

David was in awe as he saw his mother's naked, plump backside. It was caramel-like, and oh so large. It looked just as juicy and soft as it felt when he thrusted his dick against it. Yeah, he really wanted to fuck her, and seeing her pussy would send him berserk and he'd probably try to fuck her. But, she completely miscalculated that her ass was getting him off too.

With one of her hands draped across her breasts, and the other covering her vagina, she reluctantly stepped into the shower. As water began to glisten her soft skin, she looked increasingly erotic as her voluptous body was glistening, and her big ass looked almost shiny. "You look so fucking sexy." commented David. Licking his lips, she could feel his presence behind her and already knew he was about to do something. "Let me wash you, old hag.", he said. With a sigh, Sofia handed him the soap bottle. She thought to herself, as long as he's not trying to insert himself into her vagina, she allowed him to continue his perverted advancements.

Still covering as much of her privates as she could, she turned her head back to face away from her son, as she began to feel his soap soaked hands rub the sides of her hips. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as David's hands began to roam around her body. He cleaned up and down her back, and once he reached her shoulders, he began to massage them. Sofia let out a quiet moan, as her shoulders always hurt from holding up her gigantic mounds. Hearing this encouraged her son, as he stopped massaging her and began to clean her legs too. As he finished with washing the back of her thighs, he slid his hands up to grab a handful of her wet booty.

His eyes were completely filled with lust, as he continued to squeeze her plump cheeks. "Aahnn, David." moaned the curvy mother. After slapping her butt cheeks roughly, the hornyboy began to pour soap onto his crotch, and then onto his hands. Sofia turned her head around slightly, wondering what her son was about to do. She quickly found out, as she gasped when he practically jumped on her and snaked his arms from behind her to firmly grasp her large bust. He was aggressively washing her tits, as he grabbed and pulled on her firm flesh. She let her guard down for an instant, forgetting to cover her tits as he did this. "David! Stop!" she hopelessly pleaded as he began to pinch at her nipples.

While she wouldn't actively seek out to have her son do these things to her, she begun to realize that she really didn't mind it all too much. Her husband, has been busy with work for the longest time, and they've hardly been intimate for a while now. David made her feel like she was someone to be desired, and lusted after her like she was the sexiest woman in the world. Not only that, but she'd been wanting to feel some pleasure herself too. So, for now, while Sofia verbally resisted her son, she never once tried to physically resist him and remove her body from him. Plus, she really wanted to go to work, and wanted to get this over as soon as possible.

"Mom, it's not fair that you have such a hot body like this,'' he whispered in her ear. She moaned in shock as she felt his hard shaft, once again pressed in between her wet buttcheeks. Since he soaked his dick with soap, this was how he was going to help wash her body. With his hands aggressively washing her tits, and his slick cock rubbing against her large backside, he was performing quite the erotic shower foreplay. Both of their breaths begun to become ragged, as this incestual taboo contact felt so pleasurable for both of them. David was so pent up from pressing against her body in the morning, but doing it while she was naked and wet, was a completely different level of sexy. He thrusted hard between her asscheeks, the tip of his dick propping up out of the crevice of her large ass cheeks as he pushed her against the wall.

"UNNGG, David", was the only thing she could moan as her son was completely ravishing her. David was looking down at her ass as it amazed it seeing only the tip of his cock as the rest of his dick was covered by her ass. He strongly cupped her tits that couldn't completely be palmed by his hands, and practically leaned over her, pressing his chest on her back, as he wanted to be as close to her as possible. "Fuck, Mom. It's so fucking big." he panted as he was lost in the pleasure of her naked ass. Everytime he thrusted against it, you could see the ripple on her buttcheeks as it slapped against his hips.

Sofia, beginning to feel the pleasure as well, began to lean down and bended her knees. She was starting to get wet, and bent her back and started to press back against her almost-15 years old son. Shaking her ass up and down along his shaft, urging him to continue. Feeling her erotic movements, David removed his clutches from her tits, and strongly gripped the sides of her ass. Sofia began to move her butt from side to side, before continuing to move it up and down on his shaft. It felt so much better when both of them were pushing against each other, rather than him just silently taking it.

David was doing a valiant effort from not cumming yet, but his mother's buttjob was getting extremely hard for him to handle. After a few minutes of her continued buttjob, following the same pattern as before, moving side to side, before shaking her butt up and down. She moaned hard as she began to press back against her son hard, and he was backing up from the contact.

Still holding onto her womanly hips, he pulled her towards him once more as she backed him into the wall with her ass. Losing himself to pleasure, he thrusted violently against her backside as she pressed into him as hard as she could and shook her butt. The wet sounds that were being made both from the thrusting and him smacking her ass as he edged himself to an exceptional release echoed across the bathroom with each thrust he made. "OH my FUCK!" shouted David as his thrusts began to slow down as streams of semen started to release out of the tip of his cock. The first spurt was massive and covered almost the entirety of her back. He continued to slowly thrust in between her butt to get more of his cum out, as she also slowly began to rub her cheeks against him to help him ejaculate as well. The second one landed mostly onto her butt cheeks, as he slowly pulled away from her womanly figure.

With a loss for words, he simply stared at her back and butt that was drenched in his semen. Her figure looked so beautiful, at this moment he truly believed that she was the sexiest woman he'll ever lay his eyes on. His erection finally subsided, as he finally grew soft since the beginning of that morning. Both of them panting heavily as they both reached their release. Luckily for Sofia, her son didn't noticed that during her buttjob she actually came a bit herself. And with that, the mature latina mother was glad that she was finally done for the morning and silently washed the cum off herself.

"Thanks for that, Mom. That was the best feeling I've ever felt in the world." he admitted. Finally, he performed one of the sexual acts with his mother that he always fantasized about in the morning. "You better be grateful, not every mother would be nice enough to do something like this for her brat of a son." she retorted. He let out a laugh and said "Not every son has a mother with such a sexy body like this either." as he gave her one last final slap on her ass, watching it jiggle. "You've had your fun, now I need to get ready and get to work. Get the hell out already!" he mood switched as she came down from her sexual high. "Alright, alright!" satisfied, David rushed out of the shower, and tried to catch a better look of her naked form as he left.

He waited for her at the front door, as he saw her rushing to leave the house. "Bye, old hag." he held his arms out, suggesting she hug him into an embrace. "Bye, you stupid brat." she said as she walked over to him and hugged him. Her eyes open wide as he pressed his lips against hers, giving her a kiss goodbye that was way longer than a mother and son should share. "Mmm. Come on, David." she moaned as he slid his hand downwards and gripped her butt as he gave her a long, wet kiss. He wouldn't let her go as he began to swipe his tongue against her lips, and realizing that he wasn't gonna let her leave unless she did what he wanted, had an angry look on her face as she slightly opened her mouth and lightly licked back at his tongue. He pressed one last firm kiss on her lips as they separated, and a string of saliva separated their mouths. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she waved her son goodbye as she was able to finally leave the house.

As Sofia was on the bus on the way to work, she began to think to herself if this would even end after she sucks him off on his birthday. His lust for her body only increased after what they've done so far, and she was beginning to get worried herself as she felt incredibly good from his touch and his dick thrusting against her ass. She even came, which she hasn't done in forever as her and her husband haven't touched either for years.

As she took a sip of the drink she bought before getting on the bus, her mind wandered and she imagined that it was her son's cock she was sucking for an instant. Shaking her head to get the thought out of her mind, she began to flush furiously as she had never fantasized about her own song like that. "What the hell did I get myself into." she sighed, as she looked out the window of the bus.

On the other hand, David wasn't contemplating about anything but was celebrating from the victory he achieved today. He skipped school that day, and just couldn't get what he did to his mother's body out of his mind. He wanted to masturbate once she left, as he ended up getting hard after thinking about her. Except, another idea popped up in his mind. Instead of wasting his semen and jerking off, he wanted to save up for another big load for his mom to take. With a smirk, he restrained himself from masturbating until his mom came back home.

Later that evening, Sofia paused at the front door, taking a deep breath to collect herself, as she was expecting that her son would continue to make his advances on her. After she opened the door, she announced "I'm home!". No response. Weird, she thought, she was expecting him to come home early to try and seduce her. She walked upstairs, and before she could make it back to her room, she heard wet slapping sounds coming from David's room. Slowly opening the door, she saw her son sitting on his chair with his cock out and he was masturbating hard.

"Sorry, Mom! I just couldn't get you out of my head after what you did to me this morning." panted David. Sofia let out a loud sigh as she facepalmed, fully expecting something like this to happen. "Please help me out here, I can't get rid of this thing anymore without you." he urged her to come into his room and help him. "Fuck, no David! I already made you cum this morning. How will your present be any special if i'm just sucking you off every day?" Honestly, a pretty fair argument, he thought. "Please, just your hand, that's all I need." he pleaded. He always stopped to becoming a pleading baby whenever he wanted his mother to get him off. While rolling her eyes, she couldn't refuse as this side of him triggered something with her maternal instincts.

Sofia knelt down and put her knees on the carpet, and firmly grasped his large shaft with her right hand. She started quickly, as she stroked it up and down at a reasonable pace. David was about to open his mouth, but she anticipated his question and opened her mouth and drooled a little bit onto his cock, further lubing it up. "You're really good at this." commented David. She wished he could compliment her on her skill as a parent, rather than how good she was in the bed. Sofia wasn't dense, she already knew that he would somehow turn this handjob into something more.

She looked at him with an annoyed face as he wouldn't cum from her handjob, and couldn't think of any other ideas to make him cum faster without her having to use her mouth. Sofia looked into her son's eyes was he was staring into her cleavage, she was still wearing her work clothes, and David thought her office lady uniform looked erotic as hell. The busty mother took the hint and slowly removed her coat, unbuttoned her shirt, and lifted her shirt over her head revealing her large bra-covered breasts.

"Mom, please let me use them." David pleaded as he gave her the puppy dog eyes. Sofia felt a little sting in her heart after seeing that. "Please just cum already, David. I can't keep using the majority of my day trying to get you off."

"I promise I won't bother you again tonight!" he begged. "Promise?" she asked. "Yes! Yes! Just hurry up!" He was getting desperate as he was about to explode. She reached her hands behind her back, and unstrapped her bra. She threw it onto his bed, she didn't want to admit it, but she put it there so he could use it later if he felt horny again. Her husband always loved her boobjobs, so she was extremely skilled at them. She knew that her son couldn't last long after she worked her magic. Wanting to make it feel as good as possible, she leaned over his head, and blew her breath against his cock, opening her mouth.

David was in shock as he was anticipating her to start sucking his cock, as he just stared at the back of her head. Unfortunately for him, she was just getting more spit onto his cock to make it as wet as possible. But, her mouth being this close to his member, and how warm her breath felt, already confirmed to him that the blowjob he was going to be receiving eventually was going to be the best feeling the world.

She kept her head down there for around 10 seconds, as she tried to spit as much as she could onto his cock. This was the second time she was up so close to his penis, and the size still shocked her. She shivered as she remembered how much cum she took in her mouth the last time she was this close. Sofia already knew she was going to have to do that again. Once she was satisfied, she grabbed both of her hands to cup her breasts and brought them towards his large shaft. She paused for a moment as she looked at her son, looking into his eyes and seeing his lust filled eyes as he waited for her to start her boobjob. Sofia looked back down at his penis, and slowly wrapped them in between her large breasts. It was so wet from her spit, so it thrusted in and out of the valley of her chest with ease. David began to moan incoherently as waves of pleasure only comparable to her buttjob took him over.

His dick was bigger than her husbands, large enough that his tip would poke out between her cleavage. She almost instinctively opened her mouth and began to suck on the tip, as she was accustomed to doing this when her husband used to ask her for boobjobs. Instead, she tried to look away to hide the apparent blush on her face, as she continued to smash her boobs together onto his cock and rub it up and down.

David held onto her shoulders as he tried to slow down his thrusts against her chest, and the head of cock began to lightly tap his mothers chin. Still, she resisted towards using her mouth on him, saving that for his birthday. "I love your tits so much Mom. I've always wanted to fuck them when I'd see them in the morning." he confessed. He took his hands off of her shoulders, and begin to pinch her nipples, trying to return the favor.

Sofia let out a yelp as she bit her lip to hold back the moan, as her son began to grope her breasts, as he continue to slide his dick up and down while she pressed her breasts together. He could feel her hot breath against the tip of his dick as he continued to ravage her tits. David began to pick her up from her armpits, and lifted her up to bring her over to his bed. He lightly pushed her back, so she could rest her back on the edge of his bed. He started to lean over her, and sped his thrusts in between her tits which caused his dick to continuously hit her chin, and sometimes touch her lips.

The curvy mother couldn't do anything but hold her tits together, not wanting to let his large cock go. She was surprised as she felt his hands grab the back of her head, and he slowly turned her head and lightly pushed against her head so she could look down towards his cock. David pressed his cock upwards, so his dick was now resting on her chin and poking her lips. Soia, who wanted to get this over with, and give him a little preview, swiped her tongue once but hard against his tip.

"Oh, fuck!" David shouted as he didn't expect her to do that. His cock began to throb violently, as the ejaculation he was holding back for so long began to erupt. He looked at his mother's face as she was preparing for his load. She was looking down right at the tip of his cock, kept in between her breasts, and opened her mouth wide like she did last night, and was breathing hard on his cock. This time, however, she was sticking her tongue out. Continuing his last few thrusts against her breasts, David began to tug at her hair lightly in pleasure as he shot his first load. His dick shook violently as a large amount of cum splashed out, painting his mother's face white, and the rest of it landing on her huge breasts, her tongue and inside her mouth.

After his first shot was done, he quickly extracted himself away from her breasts, which confused the older woman for a bit. She still had her mouth open, as she wanted to catch his semen inside her mouth to avoid making a mess. David swiftly put his hands to the sides of her head, and tugged before she could respond. He quickly jabbed his hard erection towards her face, and succeeded in getting the head of his cock inside her mouth.

"HOLY SHIT, UNG FUCK!" he loudly moaned as he finally felt for a few seconds how her wet crevice would feel around his dick. Sofia closed her eyes, as he made a sour expression as he let out a massive shot of cum in between her lips. She moaned in protest, as she was forced to sit on her knees, as he emptied out the rest of his cum into her mouth for the next 15 seconds. This cum shot was so much longer than the other ones. She tried to press her tongue on his tip, so that the semen wouldn't shoot straight down her throat, as she didn't feel like swallowing it.

This just made David feel even better, as he was thanking the heavens for blessing him with such a sexy mom. One shot, two shot, three, and then finally, the fourth shot of semen shot into her mouth. Sofia's cheeks were filled with his spunk, as she took in almost both of his ejaculations inside her mouth.

"Wait, Mom! Please, swallow it." he pleaded, holding her down by pressing onto her shoulders. He was pressing his half-erect penis against her lips, hoping that she wouldn't open her mouth and spit it out. Sofia nodded in refusal, she didn't have fond memories of swallowing, even though she did do it for her husband. He began to wipe the top of his cock against her plump lips, as she desperately tried to close her eyes.

She didn't know how to get out of this situation, David desperately wanted to see her swallow his cum. To be honest, she was surprised he didn't do this the last time she took his ejaculation into her mouth. Finally giving up, she grabbed his cock with her hand to press it away from her lips, and he heard her take one gulp. The adolescent boy, who was estatic to hear that sound, stared at his mother's troubled face as she opened her eyes to look back at him.

Another loud gulp, this one bigger than the last one. At this point, she succeeded in swallowing half of the large load. Sofia started to cough after swallowing a bit more than she could take in one go, covering her mouth so no semen could escape her lips. Lifting her head and looking back up at her son, she did her best to down atleast one more large gulp of his hot spunk. She coughed violently again, this time some of it escaping her lips and landing on the floor.

Shaking a bit, Sofia slowly opened her mouth, showing him that she was able to swallow most of it. She reached her limit however, as David's load was the biggest she's ever had in her mouth. Everytime she did this, and showed him his load in her mouth, he couldn't help but feel grateful as to him, it was one of the sexiest things he's ever seen in the world. He inserted his finger into her mouth, as he pressed down on her bottom lip and stretched out the sides of her cheek to get a better view of her orifice.

There was no pool of cum in the bottom of her mouth like last time, just spread out globs of it around the insides of her cheek, her tongue had a bit of spunk left on it, and it was glistening with spit and was quite long. He got a whiff of her breath as she was breathing out of her mouth, and it aroused him knowing he got her tired like this. After he pressed his finger on her tongue, getting the feel he wanted, he extracted his fingers from her mouth. "Thank you so much Mom, I love you." he passionately said. "Of course you'd say that after I just swallowed your cum" Sofia thought to herself with a glare to her son, and no response to his sweet talk, she got up and rushed over to the washroom.

Sofia didn't want to admit it, but him taking charge like that actually turned her on so much. She wanted to make it seem like she didn't like the taste of his spunk, so she pretended to spit it out in the sink. In reality, though, as soon as she closed the door behind her, she took a final deep gulp and swallowed down the rest of his load. She let out a huge sigh as she finally managed to completely swallow his load. The older woman quickly brought two of her fingers and lightly rubbed against her vagina. In a sort of way to get revenge, She used her son's toothbrush to wash her mouth, completely forgetting that she swallowed all of his cum anyway, so it didn't really have the same gross effect.

In the other room, David just laid down on his bed, completely beat, as he stared at his softened cock, that was completely wet with his mother's spit, and a bit of cum leaking out of it. After he heard her finish rinsing her mouth with water and spitting out, and the sink turning off, she walked out of the washroom and walked straight to him. She opened her mouth to show him her clean orifice, and told him, "I'm finally cleaned from all of your spunk, you stupid brat." He scoffed,

"Did it taste good atleast, Mom." he tried to tease her. Instead, she gave him a soft smile, leaned down and gave him a wet goodnight kiss. He kissed her back, reaching over the grab her soft butt again, as she opened her mouth to kiss him with tongue. She sucked on his tongue for a bit as it entered her mouth, before planting a big kiss on his lips before separating. She lightly grasped his softened dick, and winked at him and said "Goodnight, bebe." as she slowly got up and walked away, swaying her hips suggestively as she was glad to finally be done for the night.

All David could think about after that moment, was how he was going to have the best birthday ever..

71 Gift 3

David Guevara was staring at his ceiling, unable to fall asleep as he was too anxious in anticipation for the next day. He had been restraining himself for this upcoming moment, as much as he craved his mother's body, he wanted to make sure he had more than enough of a load saved up for his birthday It was just 24 hours away. A few days has passed since the day where he shared a shower with his mom, and even received a boobjob at the end of the night, where he practically forced her to swallow his cum. Since then, he actually hasn't made his mother do anything sexually to help him release. Instead, he simply resorted to groping, rubbing, and occasional kissing instead.

The morning the day before her sons birthday, Sofia Guevara was actually surprised by his behavior, but never really understood his intentions behind his sudden restraint. After she made that promise to him for his birthday, David had been relentlessly trying to cum all over her whenever the opportunity presented himself. Of course, he still continued to ogle, grope her, and kiss her whenever he could, but he didn't try and get her to swallow his load again.

"Morning, sweetie!" Sofia called out to her son when she heard him enter the kitchen. The pair of mother and son definitely grew more affectionate towards each other, and the shouting and arguing began to become more of a joke instead of actual conflict. She definitely felt as if this was the closest she has been to her son, albeit a bit too close.

"Morning, old hag." responded David. He walked up to her to embrace her from behind, and then continued something that sort of became their morning routine.

While he did hold himself back at nighttime, David continued his habit of groping her in the morning. He slowly brought his hands up to her chest, and slowly grabbed a handful of her breasts. She moaned in response, and arched her back to press her ass back against his crotch. With a low growl in approval of her actions, the soon-to-be 16 years old began to rub his morning wood on her plump buttcheek.

The grinding and groping was the only thing that remained consistent throughout the last few days, as it was always hard for him to contain himself in the morning. This time however, compared to their first time, was obviously different as Sofia was much more accepting this time around. She had begun to get used to his perverted antics, and started to enjoy herself a little more as well.

This was evident in her urging David's grinding on as well. The buttjob she gave him a few days ago was pleasure he could never forget, and he always paid homage to that moment by thrusting his morning wood against her clothed rump. She used to stand there in submission, but now she tried to make him feel as good as possible by grinding back against him.

Sofia let out another moan as her sons groping continued, sensing his breath became ragged, as his morning routine was continuing for longer than usual. Giving a little wink to David, she backed him up using her ass, put her hands on her knees for support, and bent over to shake her ass. At first, she rubbed her ass against him from side to side, making sure that his shaft ended up in between her cheeks. Once it lined up with her crack, she began to twerk her large ass up and down against his shaft. This encouraged the young teenager to slip his hand underneath her bra, to grab a much needed handful of her breasts. Sensing him begin to lose himself, he took his hands off her breasts and steadied her shaking hips using his hands, and pulled his crotch away from her ass.

As good as it felt, he wanted to save up all of his semen for his birthday. He planned to do much more than receiving that promised blowjob after all. "Mmm, David. You're not losing interest in me, are you? Do I have to change your birthday present after all?" She replied with a sly grin on her face. Sofia was teasing him as she began to notice a pattern in the morning, he would grind her ass after he woke up, but would stop himself before he could get too into it. She was genuinely curious as to why, so she tried to urge a response from him.

"I'm not going to let you get away that easily, old hag. Just think of it as me preserving myself for tomorrow." He said as he cupped her cheek, and pulled her towards him. They pressed their lips against each other, as they both opened their mouths to deepen the kiss. He loved the feeling of her wet, warm tongue, and had a pretty good feeling he'd get a better taste of it when he wakes up tomorrow.

With both of his hands grabbing a handful of her ass, he almost lost himself into the kiss when his mother lightly sucked on his tongue. Daviid ended the kiss as he pulled away, with a small strand of saliva separating them. "You're really holding back, huh?", questioned Sofia. "Yeah, if you want me to be honest. I'm saving up all the cum you're going to swallow tomorrow." he confessed. She blushed at his blunt, sexual response. "Anything for the birthday boy," she replied with a wink, and placed a quick wet kiss on his lips.

Now, was the toughest part of the day, where he couldn't do anything about his straining erection. Albeit, it was definitely his fault for struggling to hold back on groping his mother. The past few days, David would say that he had made significant process on potentially seducing his mother. He could tell that she was enjoying herself a lot more with his advances, evident with her grinding back against him every morning. He could've sworn that when she gave him that buttjob and boobjob she liked it too.

He felt confident that he could pull this off, and he spent the entire day at school completely distracted by his sexual fantasies. He went home earlier in the evening, as he rushed upstairs before slamming the door behind him. Wanting to preserve this moment forever, he set up a camera in his room, hopefully getting a good recording for him to use to masturbate later.

He heard the door downstairs open, as his mother came home from work. David rushed to finish his set up, and was finished before he heard his mother walk up the stairs. "David, I'm home!" he heard her say as she opened his door. "I'll see you at 12:00, okay?" she gave him a wink, playfully sticking out her tongue at him. "Don't be late, old hag." he scoffed.

At midnight, David was laying down on his bed, staring at the ceiling of his room the entire time since he came home. He couldn't think of doing anything else but waiting for this moment. He was already growing erect as he was anticipating the feel of his mother's mouth around his cock. He got a glimpse of what was about to come during her boobjob, but he knew he was in store for a complete new level of pleasure. That time, he only managed to get his head inside her hot mouth, but he knew that very soon he was going to get a lot more than just the tip in. He had a dumb, perverted smirk on his face as he lost track of time, too consumed by his wild fantasies.

His head turned to his door as it began to open. When his mother walked through the door his jaw nearly dropped. "Happy Birthday, David! I hope you'll enjoy your present" she teased. Sofia was wearing such a small bikini he had never seen her wearing before. It truly was a sight, her bikini top could hardly contain her gigantic breasts and barely covered her areolas, and her voluptuous figure looked erotic being covered by the thin fabric.

David's erection was diamond hard at this point, as he made a mental note in his mind that from now on, he'd definitely wanted to go swimming with his mother. The mature latina walked towards him with a sway on her hips, before she crawled onto his bed to join him. "You really are a big boy now, aren't you, Davey?" she said suggestively while seeing the tent he sported in his pants.

"I hope your ready for your present. It's going to blow your mind. I don't mean to brag, but I'm really good at this. Just ask your father,' she whispered seductively into his ear. "Trust me, old hag. I'm ready, you better make sure your stomach gets full". Sofia was completely different than before, she gave him the impression that she was some sort of sex goddess with how seductive she was.

"Mmm. I can't wait." she whispered as moved closer to his face. Their faces were so close at this point, that he could feel her hot breath. Bringing his hand over to hold the back of her neck, he pushed her forward so he could smash his lips against hers. He deepened the kiss as soon as she opened her mouth. Their tongues began to dance, as they passionately kissed.

This was the dirtiest kiss they've shared up until that point. Sofia stopped using her lips sometime during their make out session, and just kept her mouth open and continued to work her tongue against his. There was a lot of saliva building up, as they both began to moan from their hot kiss. David snaked his hand over to grope her firm butt, touching her from under her bikini.

They nearly kissed for a minute longer, until Sofia finally ended the sloppy kiss by firmly planting her lips against his, before pulling away, much to Davidi's disappointment. She slid her hands down his chest, and stopped when her hands hovered over his pants. "This is gonna feel really good, you know?" she told him. "Don't be afraid of holding back, okay?" she softly whispered. His mother looked like an angel to him right now, and he couldn't be more excited.

"I never planned on doing that." said David. His breathing was all over the place, as his heart raced in anticipation. He starred at her as she leaned over and begun to kiss neck, opening her mouth and licking him with her tongue. She began to slide her head down slowly, keeping her tongue on him. She licked down from his neck, and slowed down his chest, where she planted her lips to give him a soft kiss on his body. She opened her mouth again and continued to lick down until she reached his abs, where she stopped again to plant another kiss.

Sofia's face at this point was hovering over his crotch, as she turned her head upwards to look at her son's facial expression. It was the same lustful expression he gave her everytime she did something like this for him, he was in awe just staring at the beautiful woman that was his mother.

She gave him a big smile, as she turned her head down to plant a kiss onto his clothed erection. She unzipped his pants, and pulled them off before throwing them across the room. David grinned as she saw a wet spot forming on the tip of his boxers, which was struggling to contain his strained erection.

She lowered her head down, and gave him a quick lick, making his boxers even more wet with her spit. The mature latina slowly pulled off his boxers, revealing his large erection. hiss heart was beating so fast, his plan was to be the one seducing his mother, but tonight, his mother was the one seducing him.

Sofia grasped his cock with her right hand, and pointed it upwards to face her. She lightly smacked it onto her plump lips before she opened her mouth and started to breathe on it. "David…. I'm waiting." she panted through ragged breaths. "What?" he responded confused. "Are you going to give me the order?" she said seductively. "Mom…. Suck me.. Please, just put it in your mouth already." he desperately pleaded.

The busty mother grinned as she slowly stuck her tongue out of her mouth and gave the tip a quick lick, cleaning it of precum. She pressed her lips onto the head of his cock, as she slid her face down the side of his shaft, letting her wet lips slowly coat it in saliva. Sofia opened her mouth again and began to breathe heavily onto his shaft. Her warm breath sending a tingle down his spine. She let out her tongue again to give a quick lick to the side of his shaft.

Grasping it firmly again, she kept it pointed upwards as she moved her face in front of his cock. David let out a loud groan as his mother slowly dragged her tongue from the bottom of his shaft all the way to the top, running the tip against the veins of his shaft on the way. She was breathing through her mouth to increase the pleasure that her son was receiving.

She spat on his cock for good measure, and stared at his erection as it was now completely covered in her saliva. She brought his erection and pressed it on her lips, slowly opening her mouth to let him see the orifice he was about to enjoy. Finally, she slid the head of his cock past her lips, and lightly began to suck in.

"Ohhhh, Mom. That feels so good". David moaned. He brought his hand to rest it on the top of her head, letting her control the pace for now, but wanted to show her his appreciation. Soia began to move her lips against the head of his cock, almost like she was making out with it. She started to press her tongue against his tip, licking it over and over. "You're so good mom!" he encouraged her as he moaned. He was leaning back the entire time, trying to look cool before she started her blowjob. She was giving him too much pleasure though, so he threw aside his ego and sat up as he wanted to get a closer view of her mother's mouth on his cock.

The blowjob had hardly gotten started, and it felt amazing. Sofia was clearly experienced and talented at this, it was almost as if she was making love to his cock with her mouth. She started to suck in again, her cheeks hollowing out as she rotated her tongue around the head of his cock. Her warm mouth even exceeded his expectations. The entire time they made out, or when she swallowed his cum, he could tell that her mouth was going to feel good, he had NO idea it would feel this good though, it was an extremely warm and wet sensation that he couldn't describe how amazing it felt. His mother placed one of her hands on his hips, and the other stabilize his cock. She closed her eyes and slowly began to take his penis deeper into her mouth. "Oooooh, ohhh, keep going!" shouted David, losing his composure to the pleasure. The mature latina paused for a moment, allowing him to relish in the feel of finally having his cock rest inside her mouth.

The busty mother pressed her tongue on the underside of his shaft, as she expertly began to slowly bob her head on his cock. When she would pull away from his cock, her cheeks would hollow out as she sucked him hard, pausing to roll her tongue around the head, before plunging her head back down to take more of him in her mouth. He was in heaven. She was bobbing her head at a slower pace, wanting to prolong his ejaculation.

"Mom, I want to feel your cheeks." panted the adolescent son. Listening to his request, she pulled back and licked his tip a few times before turning her head. Before she could even do anything, David started to lightly pull her towards him. The sight of his dick poking at the insides of her cheek was extremely erotic, as she continued to bob up and down, letting her feel the insides of her cheek.

After a few more bobs of her head, she was slightly surprised when her son held her down for a few moments, as he thrusted against the sides of her cheek, watching his bulge press through her cheeks. As she lifted her head up, she sucked hard as she retreated, as she took his cock out of her mouth. "Is it good, bebe?". Letting her know how he felt, without using his words, he whined as he urged her head down with his hands, and lightly thrust his dick in her direction.

Sofia let out a laugh at his expression, and opened her mouth wide before taking him back into her mouth. Starting to get serious, she took her hand away from his shaft and put both of her hands on the sides of hips. He was starting to lose control and was lightly thrusting against her face, she stopped for a second before looking up at him. He looked concerned that she would stop if he was too aggressive, so he was about to stop thrusting whe his mother nodded her head, dick still in her mouth, and winked at him to let him know it was okay.

With a smirk on his face, David continued to lightly thrust against her mouth, earning a moan from his mother. She took him deep into her wet crevice, and began to make out with his cock lodged deep into her mouth. Sofia continued to moan as she moved her lips and tongue around his cock, and his thrusts adding increased pleasure to the blowjob.

He held onto her head, and began to guide the bobs of her head to match the speed of his thrusts. She started to pull him towards her, as the speed of the blowjob began to increase. The noises in the room was silence, and erotic wet, slurping noises. Mother and son were both consumed with the blowjob they were both experiencing.

David was so glad that he'd been getting better at holding his release. He wanted his mother to continue sucking his cock for the entire day if she was willing to. A drop of sweat began to form on his face, as he tried to slow down the pace of her sucking, wanting it to last longer. His mother didn't listen to him this time though as she was starting to crave his load. She took him down deeper than before, and his head would enter the entrance of her throat. "HOLY FUCK" he shouted, surprised by the depth of his mother's mouth. Sofia continued to bob her head at this pace, taking him deep into her mouth, and sucking as hard as she could whenever she pulled back.

David was amazed at how much spit was covering his crotch and loved the sounds of slurping she was making. He cursed under his breath as he felt his balls tighten and his cock beginning to throb. "I'm going to cum soon, Mom!" he reluctantly warned her, disappointed he couldn't last longer. Opening her eyes to look at him, Sofia nodded her head as she pulled against his hips and pressed her head down deep. She held her head in place awaiting his load.

She stilled her head for nearly ten seconds, breathing heavily as she was turned on and excited to taste his load. "Mmm, Mom, Mom, Mom!" he moaned as he held the sides of her head and thrusted into her mouth. Finally reaching his release, her cheeks bulged hard as her sons first wave of cum flooded her mouth. Sofia closed her eyes and focused on receiving the huge load. He moaned repeatedly as he felt her continue to suck on his penis as he continued to eject semen into her mouth.

He could feel hism mother swallow his load as she continued to lick at his cock while continuing to suck out all of his jizz. She began to make out with his cock again as she tried to milk him as best as she could. The second load was less than the first one, but caused her cheeks to bulge again, this time she was able to gulp it down in only two tries. David finally finished cumming, as he stared up into the ceiling exhausted after experiencing his most pleasurable orgasm. his mother kept her head down, lips locked onto his cock as she anticipated a third load. After waiting for another fifteen seconds, she figured out he was finished and sucked hard as she removed her lips from his cock.

She immediately closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide, showing him how well she milked him clean. "You're so fucking sexy mom." he commented as he put his fingers into her mouth. After touching around for a bit, he took his fingers and put it into his mouth, tasting her saliva. Sofia looked down at his crotch, and saw how drenched his lower half was with her spit. Another thing she noticed was that her son's erection was still hard as a rock

They paused for a moment, with Sofia's eyes glued to her sons cock, almost amazed that he was still hard after letting out that much jizz. David was too tired to say a word right now, trying to recollect himself as he breathed heavily. "David, stand up for me" whispered Sofia. Nodding his head, he lifted himself using her shoulders as support, as his erection was in front of her face and he stood upright. He groaned as his mother stuck her tongue out and started to lick his balls.

After a few more licks, and a little sucks at the ballsack, the mature latina gave another long lick up his shaft. Sofia looked up at her son and they made eye contact as he was staring at her the entire time. She was sitting on her knees, and brought her hands to hips while opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out. She looked like a dog that was asking for a treat. "You want more, Mom?" asked David still out of breath. In response to his question, she pulled him towards her, and pressed her head deep into his crotch as he entered her gullet, her nose pressed against his pelvis as she made gagging noises the entire time.

"FUCK…. Oh my god." moaned David, never feeling pleasure like this before. Sofia had only done this a few times before, but she decided that since it was her son's birthday, she was going to give him special treatment. She gave him her special deepthroat, hoping it was something he would never forget. She held him deep in her throat for ten seconds before she pulled back and began to slowly bob her head. Resuming for the second time that night another crazy blowjob.

This time, she was forced to breathe solely through her nose, as her throat was continuously clogged with his cock. He didn't want to hurt her, knowing full well that it was painful to take him in her throat. He let her control the tempo, as she bobbed her head as she took continued to take him into her throat. Spit was flying in and out of her mouth, and David stared down at his mother as she kept his hands on her head following her every movement. The next time she took him into her throat, she paused for a while letting him feel the inside of her throat. He grunted as she held her head still and moaned into his cock, the vibrations sending shudders down his spine. She had to retreat as she felt the urge to cough.

He patted her head as she coughed, silently letting her know he appreciated what she was doing. Wiping the spit around her mouth with the back of her hand, she smiled at him as she placed her hands back on his hips and took her back into her throat. She continuously moaned against his cock that was invading her throat. The vibrations felt so good, and her son, for the second time that night, was starting to feel his erection throb again.

He couldn't control his moans any longer as he was brought to another intense orgasm, this time he couldn't give her a warning as he couldn't form words from the pleasure. He started to pull at her head, wanting to get as deep as possible, forcing the busty mother to try and open her mouth wider so he could get more of his cock inside her. She turned her face upwards to look at him, as she kept her cock locked between her lips. She pulled against his hips so he leaned over her, trying to give him the best view of the deepthroat. Sofia kept her eyes opened and her lips tightly locked onto his shaft, as she pulled her son's hips to enter her throat.

"Mmmmmmm.' she let out a long, satisfied moan, staring into David's face. It was too much for him, the sight of his mother looking at him while he entered her throat was too much to handle. "UNG, SWALLOW IT MOM!" His eruption of cum shocked her, and at this moment he was glad he held back the last few days as his load was just as big as the first time. Sofia's eyes grew wide in surprise of cum entering her throat.

She kept her gaze on her son as she slowly bobbed her head up and down with his cock inside her throat. The first two shots of cum shot straight down her throat. Wanting to taste the next one, she pushed him back just enough for his head to still be in her mouth, as her mouth was flooded for the second time that night. The mature latina closed her eyes as she moaned and started to suck on his dick while it was ejaculating furiously inside her mouth. As soon as she was finished, she showed him the load that was resting on her tongue, before swallowing it in one swift gulp.

Sofia grabbed his shaft as she took it into her mouth again to clean it from his leftover jizz. She bobbed her head, planning to only suck him for a few seconds to get his cock squeaky clean. What shocked her, however, was the crazy stamina that her son had. His cock was so sensitive right now, but as soon as she put her mouth on him again, he couldn't take it anymore and grabbed the back of her head and began to fuck her face.

Her eyes began to roll into the back of her head as she moaned loudly in response, she adjusted her hands from his hips to his back as she shoved him deeper into her throat. He leaned over her until he fell on top of her, leaving her laying on her back with his hands still behind her head. Too horny to care any longer, he aggressively pulled on her head and thrust deep into her throat.

Spit was flying everywhere, on his bed, his cock, her breasts, there was just so much of her saliva that covered their bodies. David continued to grind his crotch on her mouth, as he started to hump her head furiously while holding onto it tightly with his hands. His mother laid down as she tried to push him deeper. "I CAN'T, I CAN'T STOP!" he shouted as he stopped humping her head and let one final thrust, impaling her gullet with his cock. He started to shoot down her throat, coating it white with his seed.

Having to swallow so much semen, she actually began to cough on his cock, some of the cum exiting through her nose. Still, she kept him tight within her lips, eager to finish the job. After he finished his first shot of semen, he lightly humped her face again to get the second one out. He rolled over on the bed exhausted, as his mother kept her mouth locked onto his cock as she rolled over with him. She put him back deep into her mouth as he came one last final time. Sofia swallowed half of it, but then she coughed out the rest of it onto her son's crotch.

She was coughing heavily, so David started to rub the top of her head in almost an apology. Her face was so erotic, a mess coated with her tears, spit and his cum. There were numerous strands of saliva that were connected from his shaft that was linked to her face, and his crotch was drenched in saliva mixed in with the cum she coughed up.

They both panted as they looked each other in the eyes. David broke the silence as he said "I love you so much Mom. That was the best present ever." Sofia smiled at him and responded "I take it you enjoyed your present, birthday boy?". They were both sweating so much as their oral sex session was extremely tiring, neither of them even felt like moving.

"Do I even have to answer that?" he answered smiling. Soia planted a chaste kiss to the head of his penis as she weakly flopped down onto his crotch, her face lying right beside his penis. She started to breathe heavily as she started to drift to sleep, not even bothering to clean up the strands of saliva that formed around her mouth. "Goodnight, mom.", whispered David in appreciation for her determination that night. He laid his head back as he began to slowly drift to sleep as well. His hands rested on her head, slowly caressing her short hair to show his appreciation for giving him the best birthday present either.

The next morning Sofiai yawned as she started to wake up. The first thing she saw when she opens her eyes was David's morning wood. She looked up and saw that her son was still sleeping, and smiled as she opened her mouth and started to suck on his morning wood. "Mmm. Mom?" David said as he looked down at his mother, still in her bikini sucking his morning erection. "Good morning, birthday boy." she said as she removed his cock from her lips. David grinned as he still had the entire day ahead of him to spend with his mother..

72 Gift 4

David Guevara was fast asleep, currently having what seemed to be a very realistic wet dream. For some reason, he could feel something very warm and wet around his crotch, and it felt more than real. He yawned as he slowly opened his eyes and woke up, turning his head down to look at what the source of the pleasure was. He was then met with the eyes of his sexy mother, who was currently sucking his dick to wake him up. With a wet pop, she removed her mouth from his crotch. "Morning, handsome." she greeted him with a wink. He still felt pretty exhausted, especially after how many loads he emptied into his mother's mouth the night before. She brought her head back down to finish her morning blowjob.

Feeling his impending release, David wiped the hair that was slightly covering her face to watch as his semen once again filled her mouth. The load wasn't as big as the previous nights, but Sofia moaned as she began to lap at his dick after she was done swallowing, cleaning up her mess. "Damn, good morning to you to Mom." he said as he slowly began to get out of bed. "David, I took the day off so I could spend time with you on your birthday today." said Sofia with a grin on her face. "Mommy's going to make you feel really good today, after you were such a good boy yesterday" she said, patting her son on the head.

The curvy mother let out a yelp as David suddenly picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he supported her by carrying her from her firm butt. With a giggle, she lightly began to kiss his neck as he carried her to the washroom. He sat her down on the counter of the sink, as he slowly began to lean in to kiss her. "W-wait! Let me brush my teeth first." she said as she placed on her hands on his chest to stop him from kissing her. After spending practically an hour sucking the cum out of his cock last night, her breath probably smelled pretty bad.

"Let me do it, Mom." said David after he finished brushing his own teeth, using an extra toothbrush so he could do what he was planning to do next. He shook his dick a little bit to let out a bit of his precum onto the brush, and then sprayed some of the toothpaste on it. Sofia opened her mouth for him to see, and he started to wipe her tongue with the toothbrush, trying to get most of his precum on it.

After giving the brush a few good licks, and getting both the toothpaste and his cum wiped on her tongue, she laughed as she took the toothbrush with her hand and finished brushing her teeth. When she was about to rinse her mouth, she saw her son opening his mouth. Sofia got the hint and spat onto his tongue, as David gladly swallowed it. "That was pretty gross, David, you dirty boy." she said as she playfully teased him. "It's nothing compared to what you put in your mouth yesterday, old hag." he said. "What do you mean? It tasted so good." said the mature latina, her words making his penis twitch and slightly harden.

David grabbed her bikini top and pulled it down to let her tits pop out, as be began to suck on her nipple. "Mmm. David you're pretty good at that." praised his mother as she lightly began to caress his hair. He opened his mouth as he began to suck in more her breast, as used one of his hands to grope her other breast, and used the other to support her as he carried her into the shower. "Ohh, David!" moaned Sofia as he continued to suck on her nipple. Her son stopped groping her breasts to turn the shower on. She gasped as she felt her sons hands went towards her chest, and then he ripped off her bikini top.

"I don't think you'll be needing any clothes today, Mom." DAvid said with a growl as he brought his hands down towards her hips to rip off the bottoms of her bikini. He cupped her butt, as he brought his mouth towards her nether region and began to lap at her pussy. She loudly moaned as her son did his best to pay her back for last night, she tried to help him out by separating her lower lips with her fingers to give him better access. He slowly removed his mouth as he stared at her womanhood. It was so finely trimmed and was a beautiful pink. "You're so beautiful, Mom." he whispered to her as he continued to lick her cunt.

"Ohhh, David. It feels so good!" she moaned as she started to lightly press his head into her crotch, similar to what he was doing to her all night yesterday. Then suddenly, her son stopped licking, and pulled his mouth away from her nether regions. Sofia asked "W-whats wrong?" as she felt slightly disappointed. David suddenly stood up, and roughly grabbed her butt cheeks as he pulled her body towards him. He slipped his cock directly underneath her vagina and in between her thighs.

"Oh fuck, David!" she gasped as he began to thrust in and out of her thighs, rubbing his shaft alongside her cunt. She grabbed the back of his head to pull him into a passionate kiss, lathering each other's mouths with each other's saliva as water continued to pour onto their naked bodies. The busty mother began to thrust her hips forward, matching her sons as she rubbed her pussy against his cock. She opened her mouth wide as her son had tilted his head and deepened the kiss to the point where his tongue was comfortably inside her mouth.

She moaned as he began to move his tongue around inside of her mouth, licking the roof of her orifice, before playing with her tongue. Wanting to feel more pleasure, she squeezed David's cocks in between her thick, wet, caramel thighs as she began to jerk him off with her violently thrusting hips. Her son moaned into her mouth as he continued to tongue her, and increased the grip on her large buttcheeks, thrusting back with all of his might.

Sofia separated herself from the kiss, catching a deep breath as she continued to hump his dick. "David, sweetie! I'm going to cum!" she moaned incessantly as David pressed his lips against hers, once again opening his mouth so he could taste her tongue. She let out a loud moan as her son sucked on her tongue, his cock almost slipping into her folds as he aggressively thrusted into her. She practically screamed as she came, shuddering as she let out her liquids onto his cock.

The mature latina had her mouth open while her son was still sucking on her tongue, panting hard after she experienced her first orgasm in a while. David growled as he grabbed her hips and turned her around. After regaining herself, Sofia arched her back and bent her ass for her son, knowing that he was getting ready to hump her ass like he did every morning, but this time she was going to give him his beloved buttjob.

David lightly rubbed his erection in between her crack, trying to comfortably settle in. Once he was in between her cheeks, he groaned loudly as his mother flexed her buttcheeks, squeezing him in between. The adolescent boy continued to breathe heavily as his mother began to shake her ass up and down, giving him the buttjob he so dearly enjoyed the last time they showered together. This time however, David knew he could get away with more since it was his birthday.

He continued to thrust against her wet, glistening rump as he began to slap her round cheeks. After gripping them hard, Sofia was confused as he began to steady her hips after sliding his hands over to grip her hips. She turned around to look at him, as she saw her son pull back as he began to spread her cheeks, exposing her asshole as he lined up against her rectum.

"D-David, wait! I haven't done that before!" she hopelessly pleaded as her son grunted as he pressed his hips forward, successfully entering the head of his cock into her backside. "Ooooohhh FUCK!" they both screamed as they both had their first anal experience. Sofia squeezed him around her butt as hard as she could, before she started to press her ass into him wanting him to get deeper into her anus. "Mom! Mom.. I've always thought about doing this to you everytime you shook this fat ass against me! It feels like heaven!" he shouted as he threw his head back in euphoria.

David groaned as he got deeper into her ass, and began to thrust against her, watching as her wet butt cheeks slapped against his hips. The plump latina put her hands onto the shower wall, screaming in pleasure as she began to shake her hips to the side, letting her son feel her walls. "Ahh, I can't take it anymore!" shouted David as he pushed her down, her face was on the shower floor as she bent her ass up as far as she could. He gripped her hips tightly as he finished his last thrusts into her ass, groaning hard as began to shoot ropes of his cum deep into her ass.

He shuddered as he stood still, staring at her backside as she never stopped shaking it against him, and watched in awe as he poured out his semen into her anus. "Ohhhhhh." he groaned as he slowly thrusted against her to make sure he finished ejaculating. As he slowly slid out, his mothers body was limp against the floor, panting hard as she just had her first anal experience. "I'm in love with this fat ass of yours mom." he said as he slapped her buttcheek, before rubbing it gently. He vowed to never forget this moment, as he began to see his semen pour out of her abused asshole.

After they both recollected themselves from the intense pleasure they both felt, they cleaned each other off in the shower, taking a slight break from their sexual desires. As the water turned off, they embraced each other as they shared a quick, passionate kiss, before David began to carry her out of the shower. They both didn't even bother getting dressed, as they kissed the entire time he was carrying her, groping her butt as he carried her downstairs.

Sofia was holding onto her son so tightly, and he was genuinely surprised with how clingy she was right now. They couldn't stop kissing each other, as David finally put her down after separating his lips from the erotic kiss. He panted as he said "let's get something to eat first.", before wiping his lips with the back of his hand. As he got his bowl of cereal ready, and sat down on the dinner table, his naked mom climbed on top of him to sit on his lap. "So, birthday boy, I never remembered saying you could fuck my ass?" she said, interrogating him as she ground her ass onto his exposed cock. "Sorry, mom. I was fantasizing about that for the last few months" he admitted. David thought she would be a lot angrier after what he did to her, but he quickly realized that she enjoyed that as much as he did.

Sofia grabbed his spoon and took a spoonful of cereal into her mouth, before turning her head to David. She kissed him on the lips, as she opened her mouth to erotically feed him his breakfast. "Mm, you're so dirty mom." said David, licking her tongue as they continued to kiss. They were both interrupted as Sofias phone that was on the table began to rang. "It's dad!" said David as he picked up the phone.

"Hey, old man?" David said as he answered the phone call. He let out a slight smile as his dad told him happy birthday. "Yeah, yeah, thanks old man" said David. During their conversation on the phone, his mother was still sitting on his lap. She grinned to herself as a dirty idea crept on her mind. She got off his lap as she began to slide underneath the table, her son looking at her in confusion until he realized what she was about to do.

David shook his head at her, trying to tell her to wait before he got off the phone with his dad. Sofia didn't listen as she grabbed his erection, and gave a sloppy kiss to the head, as she opened her mouth and licked at the tip, gathering all of his precum. "Ohh, god damn it… What? Oh, nothing, Dad. Just stubbed my toe on something.." said David, trying to make up excuses as to why he was groaning into the phone.

David tried to press his hands against her forehead, to push her sexy mouth off his dick. He'd never seen someone so eager to suck someone's cock, and of course it had to be when he was on the phone with his dad, and her husband. Sofia forced her head down, and began to take her son into her gullet, coughing slightly as she tried to open her throat to make more of him down.

"Yeah, yeah. YUP! I'm fine dad." David panted, as his mothers nose finally reached the base of his cock. She let out a loud moan, and he knew it was going to start to be dangerous if he continued the call so he rushed to hang up. "Fuck, mom! What the hell do you think you're doing?" he shouted as put her phone down on the table. He slid his chair back to look at his mother, who currently had his dick jammed in her throat.

He gripped her head as he began to fuck her face, trying to get revenge from the dirty trick she just played on him. Her tight throat constricting against his cock as he mercilessly thrusted his large cock into her orifice. His mother began to tilt her head to the side as she gripped his hips to force more of him into her throat, as she began to furiously bob her head.

Tears began to form on her eyes as she began to feel the pain of having such an intense facefuck David, showing no remorse, said "You brought this one on yourself, Mom." as he moaned when he pushed as deep as he could. He could see the bulge form on her throat and tears starting to drip down her face. He grabbed the sides of her head as he began to almost shake it back and forth, increasing the speed of her head bobbing.

"MMMMM." muffled cries of loud moaning began to fill the room as she was having the roughest throat fuck of her life. David pushed his chair back to stand up as his thrusts began to slow down as his cock began to throb. The curvy latina mother took him out of her throat and closed her eyes, keeping her head still to begin swallowing. She was surprised when her son suddenly slipped out of her mouth. He grunted as he pointed his dick downwards and sprayed a massive load on her chest.

Sofia opened her eyes as she felt his semen cover her entire chest. "W-wait!" she exclaimed as she gripped his cock in a hurry, shoving it into her mouth as she moaned when he started to spray his semen into her mouth. "Wow, Mom. Who knew you were such a slut? So desperate for my cum." he laughed, as his mother began to stroke his dick and bob her head on his cock. Instead of swallowing, she allowed his semen to pool up inside her mouth, until her cheeks bulged from the sheer amount of his load.

After he was spent, he pulled out of her mouth, with a large strand of saliva connecting them. Sofia kept her cheeks filled like a chipmunk, as she opened her eyes and stared at her son. She turned her head up and opened her mouth, showing him as she played around with his semen using her tongue. "Swallow it." he commanded, staring at his beautiful mother.

She kept her mouth open as she slowly began to swallow his load. It took her a few gulps to get most of it down, as David stared at her in awe the entire time. She started to wipe her tongue around the insides of her mouth to show him the results of her work. She pressed a final wet kiss on the head of his cock as she stood up. She let out a slight burp after she had just finished her "breakfast".

They both panted as they stared into each other's faces, until David held her into a tight embrace. "M-mom. I want to fuck you." he confessed. "I know you do, honey. But, we'll never be able to go back.." she muttered. "Stop kidding yourself, you really think after my birthday's over, we're really gonna stop?" he questioned. "David... I told you i'm just doing this for your birthday.. It's not right, I can't cheat on your dad and commit incest." she said, as her son laughed. "I already fucked your ass, and came inside your throat like four times already!" she blushed as she was at a loss for words. She knew he was right. She only promised him one blowjob, but that turned into three consecutive blowjobs, followed by anal sex, and another facefuck.

"Mom.. Let me make you feel good. Let's throw away this whole birthday present thing, and let's just become lovers." he whispered into her ear. "I know you love my cock mom." he said as he began to rub the head of his cock against her nether lips. She shuddered at the intimate contact, staring into his eyes. "Please, Mom. I want to be inside you so badly." he pleaded as he palmed her asscheeks. David began to carry her upstairs, before lightly placing her down on the bed where this all began.

He urged her legs open as he lightly pulled them apart, revealing her stunning vagina. "I love you, Mom. You're the sexiest woman on the planet." She knew he was just trying to sweet talk her so she would let him fuck her, but the sad look on his face made it so hard to refuse him. "D-David.." she weakly muttered. "J-just don't tell anyone. Promise me nobody will find out." said Sofia. "I don't think anyone would want to be bragging about having sex with his mother. Even if you're this hot." laughed David.

They stared into each other's eyes for what felt like an eternity. Until Sofia broke the silence by wrapping her legs around his waist, and nodded her head to give him the "okay. David had a huge smile on his face, as he was super excited to finally fuck his mother, the goal he set out to do for the longest time now. He breathed hard as he slowly began to take in how beautiful this woman was.

From her plump lips, to her enormous breasts, her soft, caramel ass. She was the definition of a goddess, so unfairly sexy. No other woman could compare to her. She had the perfect hourglass figure. He's never released so many loads in such a short amount of time in his life. The now 16 years old son slowly reached down to rub her bottom lip, looking at her with such admiration for her beauty.

He put both of his hands on her hips, as he slowly began to slide his erection into her snatch. Sofia closed her eyes and moaned as he slid the head of his cock into her pussy. It felt so incredibly tight, not as tight as her asshole, but it was sexier when he could tell that she was feeling good too.

Sofia pushed him towards her with the legs she wrapped around him, as her son began to shove more of his cock into her awaiting cunt. "Youre so tight, Mom." stammered Davidas he watched himself enter his mother. "You're so big, David." she urged him on as he finally finished penetrating her and was lodged deep into her vagina. "You can start moving now, sweetie." whispered the busty mother, letting him know it was okay to start letting himself go now.

He put both of his hands onto her breasts, and roughly began to grope her mounds as he leaned in for a kiss. They kissed like they were in love with each other, lips passionately smashing against each other as their tongues danced. Davd began to thrust himself into her pussy, grunting in pleasure he's never felt before. His mothers pussy was so warm and tight, it almost felt as good as her throat.

He smiled as he felt his mothers legs trap him at his waist, not letting him leave the depths of her pussy if he tried to, not that he'd ever consider that. Her mouth opened with her tongue hanging as she moaned, closing her eyes as Davids dick began kissing her womb. She had never had sex with a man so big that they could reach that deep. Her son tilted his head to tongue fuck her mouth once more as he closed his eyes and began to slip his cock in and out of her pussy.

He stopped groping her breasts and wrapped his arms around the back of her head and neck, pulling her into a tight embrace as he dicked her down. Sofia moaned into his mouth as she returned the hug. They were both locked into a passionate embrace and kiss, as Davids dick began to throb from the pleasure of his mother's vagina. He didn't even bother to warn his mother, as he felt his inevitable release was coming. The sounds of the room as filled with sounds of their lips smacking against each other, and wet sloppy noises from the sounds of his mothers sex. David pressed their lips into a tight lock as he moaned hard in his mouth. Sofia's eyes widen during the kiss as she felt her son began to empty his load deep into her womb.

Sofia moaned hard into the kiss, opening her mouth and pressing her tongue onto his as she shuddered from the endless amount of cum being poured into her. She continued to trap him in between her legs as he continued to thrust into her snatch, shooting large strands of semen into her womb. The busty mother stopped the kiss and looked down as she stared at her sons throbbing cock spasm as it continued to shoot semen into her.

David's body went limp as he finally finished ejaculating, and slowly laid on top of his mother. They stared at each other as they never separated, and were still connected from their genitalia. "Mom, that was the best feeling in the world." David panted. Sofia smiled at him, and lovingly kissed him on the lips. "Happy birthday, sweetheart." she whispered. He looked down at the lower half of their bodies as he slowly pulled out of her, with a large strand of cum hanging onto the tip of his cock and her lower lips.

"I love you, Mom." moaned David as he began to suck on her breasts. Sofia moaned and held the back of his head. "Let's get you cleaned up, sweetie." suggested the caramel latina as she started to sit up. She leaned over and took his erection into her mouth. David stayed laying down as he grabbed his mothers leg and swung her over top of him, so he was facing her vagina.

They both entered the 69 position, with Sofia wanting to thank her sons large cock for pleasuring herself, and David wanting to thank his mother's tight pussy for making him cum so much. They both released a moan into each other's genitals, as David grabbed her ass to push her into his mouth, lapping at her clit with his skillful tongue. "Mom, you taste so good." complimented David as he licked at her sweet nectar for the second time today. Sofia moaned her response, but was too busy with his dick in her mouth for him to understand what she was saying. Still sensitive from all the sex they just had, they both released fairly quickly.

Sofia cumming first as she began to spray her sons face with her sweet juices, David gladly licking all of it up. He grunted as he put both of his hands down on her head to cum deep inside her mouth. They both moaned as they licked at each other's genitalia, with Davids erection finally softening. His semen spraying inside of her mouth and around her face, coating her with his cum. They spent the next minute slowly licking at each other's privates, delighting in the taste of each other.

Sofia slowly crawled off of him, and laid down beside him as he draped his arm around her shoulders. She grasped his soft member between her cold hands, and kissed him on the cheek. "David... What are we going to do when your dad gets back?" she whispered into his ear. "Don't worry, we'll figure it out." he assured her as he slowly leaned over her, entering her for a second time. They both fucked like animals for the next 20 minutes, before David released himself into his mothers womb again, and they both fell asleep on her bed with Davids cock still deep inside her vagina. They kissed each other slowly once more as they both drifted off to sleep, completely exhausted and spent..

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READ THIS 1ST~ ( Eleanor O'Reilly convinces Tom Baker to act on his desires for his sister, Laurie Baker. ) (You might nt like the Chapter 3 of the story but it really needed sorry)

LAURIE

My brother is shy. Shyness is endearing up to a point, but at eighteen years old, it goes from cute, to pathetic. You think he'd get out of his fucking shell by now, but nope; Tom is still the awkward, apprehensive boy he's been his entire life. He'll be heading off to college soon, and if he doesn't open up, the best years of his life are going to be spent jerking it in a dorm. He's a sweet kid, (listen to me patronizing him; he's a year older than me for fuck's sake!), but sweetness doesn't get you very far in this world. He's not a child anymore, and he needs someone to kill the boy and uncage the man. I guess that'll have to be me.

Before your dirty, little mind runs rampant with incestuous fantasies, let me tell you now, that I have no intention of fucking my brother. Would you fuck your brother? I didn't think so. That being said, I am going to get that poor bastard laid. I have a friend who needs to go to the prom. This friend had an incident earlier this year that made her quite unpopular with…everyone. Eleanor is this unfortunate moron, and ignoring the aforementioned incident, she's actually quite the catch. Let me describe her to you; she's looking away from me now, so I feel safe giving her a once-over. Don't judge me for ogling; this is for your benefit.

She has red hair that flows from the crown of her head in an even part, and then bows inwardly at a sharp, angled cut, just below her jawline. She has pale, freckled skin, apple cheeks, a pointed nose, and full, luscious lips, which she keeps sheened with a layer of red lipstick. Her eyes are large, and sparkle with green irises that cement her obvious Irish ancestry. Pretty cute, huh? Well, her face could certainly be described as such, but her body requires more…adult adjectives. Her neck is long, and elegantly slopes into a delicate collarbone that connects two, narrow shoulders. Her breasts protrude from her chest in full D-cups, though their size does not feel exaggerated. She's no athlete, so her abdomen isn't toned, but it's flat and layered with silky skin. Eleanor often brags that her best asset is her ass, and makes sure to add an affectation in the word "ass-et," just for good measure. I can't disagree with her; her ass is great. Full, thick glutes round together in supple domes that curve teasingly from her hips, and crease vulgarly into the crack between them. They seem to perch just above her thighs in a gravity-defying bulge, and when she walks, they flex in a teasing cadence of alternating lasciviousness.

Did you get a good picture? She's pretty hot, huh? Well, she certainly thought so when she decided to go streaking during the Class A semifinals, and ended up causing our starting quarterback to break his tibia. Yeah…it's a long story, but you can get why she's unpopular at the moment. Maybe unpopular enough to lower her standards to a lonely, pathetic senior who needs a date to the prom.

"Psst, Ellie," I whisper to her in chemistry class, "you got a date for prom yet?"

"You know I don't," Eleanor hisses back, "and you don't need to be a cunt and rub it in."

"I can set you up with a senior," I smile, "a good-looking boy who just needs a girl with a pulse to hold his arm."

"Ew," Eleanor says, making a face, "you're brother?! I can do better."

"Don't be a bitch," I giggle, "Tom's a nice guy."

"That's exactly the problem, Laura," Eleanor frowns, "what the fuck am I going to do with a nice guy?"

"Look," I whisper, catching the eyes of Professor Starling and lowering my voice, "just give him a chance. He's a senior, so he has cachet."

"He's a loser. Just because he's a year older than me, doesn't mean I automatically want to fuck his brains out."

"You're a fucking loser, Eleanor," I hiss, losing my temper, "either you go with my brother, or you go stag; you don't have any other fucking options!"

"Ouch!" Eleanor exclaims, loud enough that the whole class turns around and looks at her. They glare at her with the same animosity they had after she ruined our school's chances of making it to the state championship. High school football is a big fucking deal in Nebraska, and her infraction would not soon be forgotten.

"Fine," she whispers to me after the class had turned their attention back to the professor, "I'll talk to him in the car ride home."

TOM

I thought finally getting my driver's license would legitimize me as one of the cool kids, but all it did was make me the chaperone of Laurie and her friends. Being the only male in a van full of high school juniors might sound like a fun time, but for me, it usually meant cringing as the passengers screamed out-of-tune renditions of Adelle over the blaring car stereo. At least Laurie only brought one friend home with her today, but that friend just happened to be Eleanor fucking O'Reilly. God, if there was one person in the school that could make me look like less of a loser, it was her. Sure, she was a hot piece, but…the state championship!

"Hey Tom," Laurie smiles as she gets into the front seat, "how was school?"

"The same," I murmur, "what is she doing here?"

"Eleanor is staying with us tonight," Laurie says, "and you're going to be nice."

"The state championship…"

"Be nice!" Laurie hisses as Eleanor opens the sliding door of the van.

"Hey Tom," Eleanor says, "you got a date to the prom yet?"

"I'm not going to prom," I grumble, "it's too expensive."

"It's an archaic tradition created by racists, it's a fascist construct that strips people of their individuality, it's a corporate sham that preys on the insecurities of teenagers," Laurie teases, "or it's just too damn expensive. All of those excuses are just code for 'I can't get a date.'"

"Fine," I confess, "I can't get a date."

"I bet you haven't even asked anyone." Laurie smirks.

"You know I haven't." I smile sadly.

"And now that all your ideal fantasies are taken," Laurie says, "and your back-ups are taken, and your last-resorts are taken, you've decided to just skip it all together."

"Bingo." I sigh, putting the car in drive and pulling out of the parking lot.

"What if," Laurie smiles coyly, "I had someone in mind that would love to go to prom with you."

"I'd say you're a liar, or it's Eleanor." I smile back. I'm not fucking stupid, Laurie; I'm just not fucking interested.

"And you think you're too good for her?" Laurie laughs, and looks back at Eleanor. I eye the beautiful redhead in the rearview mirror, and run the thought through my head. High school was almost over, and any friends I once had, were now mere acquaintances at best. People would judge me for taking Eleanor, but I would never see those people again, so why should I care? She'd owe me at least one dance before she ditches me, which meant I'd get to grind my cock into the best ass in the entire school. Hmm…you know what? I'm already a rock-bottom loser, why the hell not?

"Hey Ellie," I say to the girl sitting behind me, "will you go to the prom with me?"

"Fine." she grumbles.

"Enthusiasm, Ellie," Laurie glares at her friend, "act like you give a shit."

"Yay," Eleanor groans, rolling her eyes, "I'm going to prom with Tommy fucking Baker."

"You could not be more of a bitch!" Laurie hisses, but I don't give a shit. Eleanor pretending she wanted to go with me would have been much worse than honesty. I knew I was her last resort, and she knew she was my last chance. I didn't expect anything but one dance of dispassionate grinding, but I was going to bump and grind into that ass like it was my last night on earth. I'd be moving away soon, and all of this high school shit would be behind me. The only thing I knew I'd regret, was that I never told Laurie how I really feel about her.

And I never would.

ELEANOR

You know, Tom's not bad looking. Lanky, tall, and a mess of curly brown hair…he's not bad looking at all. The only problem with Tom, is his mouth; he doesn't open it enough, and when he does, you wish he hadn't. Sitting with him at the kitchen table and listening to him drone on about the mods of his War Thunder gaming forum was fucking tortuous. I don't care that the mods deleted your post, Tom, and I certainly don't care that they banned users due to off-topic conversation. Oh, thank god Laurie's here; I thought I was going to kill myself.

"You two seem to be hitting it off." She smiles hopefully. I kill her smile with the motion of my hand, placing my forefinger to my temple and pulling an imaginary trigger.

"Or not." She frowns.

"Don't beat yourself up over it," Tom chuckles at Laurie, "we both know what the situation is. Ellie; I want one dance before you ditch me."

"Fine," I say with a wave of my hand, "propriety demands it."

"Is that all?" Laurie exclaims, "Is that the best either of you are willing to do?"

"What?" Tom laughs, "Did you think this whole thing was going to turn into something? C'mon, Laurie; all of us knew this was basically an arranged marriage."

"Set up by you," I smirk at Laurie, "to get your loser friend and your loser brother together, hoping that two losers would somehow find a spark in their loser-dom."

"We're like, polar-opposite losers," Tom laughed, and looked at me straight in the eye for the first time, "I'm a virgin who spends his nights in front of a computer screen, and she's the slut who ruined football."

"I am not a slut!" I laugh.

"Jordan, Trey, Carver, Joe, Blake, Eric, Ryan, Carl, Alex, Ollie, Anders, Frank, both Johns and all three Maxes;" Tom smiled wryly, "but I guess you're just generous."

"Half of them were at once," I smirk, and lean forward, "so if we're going but the number of times, and not the number of dicks…"

"I'm going to let you think about what you just said," Tom says, resting her arms behind his head and leaning back, "until the realization strikes you."

"Well, I can tell you one thing," I say with a pursing of my lips and a raise of my brow, "one of those names will never be 'Tom.'"

"I'm not a big fan of herpes anyway."

"You must not be a fan of pussy at all," I shoot back, "or you would've gotten some by now. Are you sure you're not a closet homo? It's 2017, Tom; you can come out."

"ENOUGH!" Laurie yells, her face red with anger, "I fucking tried, OK? I tried with both of you, and all I get is this bullshit. Tom, you're never getting laid if you don't grow a sack. Ellie, people don't hate you because of the football thing, they hate you because you're an entitled bitch."

Laurie gives us each a final, disdainful look, and then leaves for her room in a huff. I turn my eyes back to Tom, but Tom's not paying attention to me. No, Tom is looking right at Laurie's ass. Tom, Tom, Tom; you dirty boy, you. You thought I was the depraved, sexual deviant? Well, it looks like I'm not alone. Maybe we do have something in common.

"Tom," I say in my sweetest voice, "how long have you wanted to fuck your little sister?"

Tom jolts up and his face flushes a deep crimson. I stare levelly into his eyes, my knowing smile taunting him. I see his mind try to concoct the retort that will magically refute my accusation, but the gears just aren't shifting right.

"You were just staring right at her ass," I giggle, "and it wasn't a passing glance either."

"N-n-no I wasn't!" Tom stammers.

"Oh, Tom," I smile, and lean forward just a bit more, "you said I was a slut, and you were right. I'm not good at math, science or history, but I'm a fucking PHD in men. I know what they want just by the look in their eyes, and your eyes were practically reflecting Laurie's ass."

Tom stares dumfounded at me for a second. Then he puts his hands into his lap, and looks down at them in embarrassment.

"Please don't say anything," he mutters, "she's all I've got."

"Oh, I'm going to do more than say something," I smirk, and scooch into the chair next to him, "I'm going to help you fuck her."

Now would probably be a good time to pause the conversation and describe Laurie to you. I bet you thought I'd be the subject of this story's perversions, and I'll still play my part, but centerstage is going to be The Baker Sibling's Taboo Extravaganza. But I digress; Laurie looks a lot like Tom, if you take out the lanky awkwardness and replace it with seventeen-year-old jailbait. Brown, curly hair flows from her head in a delightful coil of bouncing strands, and a set of big, blue eyes, luscious lips, high cheekbones, a cleft chin, and a cut jawline structure her face. She's about an inch taller than me, maybe five-seven, but doesn't bare the curves I have. Her neck is long and elegant, her shoulders are narrow and dainty, her arms are-yadda, yadda, yadda; let's talk about her tits and ass. Laurie has a cute set of breasts, maybe b-cups, but they fill out her chest nicely and perk like they should. Her ass is well-shaped, and perches nicely atop her thighs, but it doesn't bare the vulgar suppleness of my own (if I do say so myself). It looks good in a pair of leggings, and jiggles when she walks, but more importantly, it's proportional to the rest of her frame. Laurie wouldn't best be described as 'skinny,' more like 'athletic.' Think the body type of female soccer players, and you'll get the picture. Anyway, I believe Tom was about to yell in shock.

"What?!" Tom yells in shock.

"Be quiet, Tommy," I giggle, "or you'll ruin the whole thing."

"You're not going to tell her a fucking thing!" Tom hisses, "I'll-I'll-I'll-"

"You'll-you'll-you'll-" I stammer back mockingly, "you'll what? What are you going to do?"

"I'll kill you." Tom says, and grabs the steak knife from the cutlery block. He holds out the blade threateningly, and I notice that it's not shaking in the least.

"What are you going to do with that?" I smirk, and shift my body closer to him.

"Say you had a breakdown," Tom whispers, his voice dead-even, "that you made a lunge for me with the chef's knife. People would believe it; you're an ostracized whore with no friends except for Laurie; people would believe you went off the rails."

My smile widens and I lean closer, until our faces are just inches apart. My breasts press against his chest and my hand moves toward his wrist.

"You don't have the balls," I whisper, "you wouldn't hurt a fl-"

The cold blade presses against my neck, and Tom twists it until the point pierces the skin. I feel a drop of blood leak from the spot and run down my cleavage. My breath stops short, and my hand ceases it's advance toward Tom's wrist. He's looking at me levelly, without a hint of doubt in his steely, blue eyes. He's not fucking around; he'll actually fucking do it. And reader, it turns me on like nothing ever has.

"Wow," I whisper, "you really would do it, wouldn't you?"

Tom doesn't answer, he just keeps the knife pressed to my throat, and stares daggers into me. His threatening regard is seeped with a cold determination that leaves me feeling helpless and at his mercy. A shudder runs through me as I revel in my vulnerability. A vacant ache permeates from my depths, and compels my body to leak with readiness between my thighs.

"You can put the knife down," I say softly, "I won't tell her."

"I don't believe you." Tom says.

"Are you going to kill me?" I ask, my voice shaking with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

"I'm thinking about it." Tom responds, his voice dead and void of emotion, his hand steady and pressing threateningly. It occurs to me that Tom might be a bonafide 'Dexter Morgan' psychopath, and that I might be playing a very dangerous game right now. I just hope he wants to lose his virginity more than his murder cherry.

"Tom," I whisper, my voice dripping with need, "fuck me."

TOM

I never knew this about myself. I never knew there was a cold-blooded animal living beneath the guise of nervous adolescence. But here he was, keeping my knife steady, calming my nerves and filling me with singular focus. I could do it. I could just push the knife three inches forward, and that would be it. Eleanor is scared, but not terrified. No, she looks…excited; interesting. It's not a secret that Eleanor takes meds for some kind of disorder (God only knows what), and she certainly exhibits a dangerous level of thrill-seeking behavior. Maybe, I could just say she finally went off the rails and slit her own-

"Tom," she whispers, interrupting my train of thought; her green eyes staring, her red lips quivering, "fuck me."

The cold-blooded killer inside me meets his hot-blooded counterpart. They gage each other, hash out terms, and then decide on a course of action. I draw the knife gently down Eleanor's neck, and let the blade rest between her breasts. She shudders in excitement, her lips curl in a hungry smile, and her eyes stare with wanton lust. I bring the knife down, and cut through the pink tank top that constrains her bulging bust. The blade slices through her bra, and her pale tits burst from their prison in a jiggle. She leans forward, cautiously moving, letting the point of the knife slide down her flat abdomen and to the waist band of her leggings. She slowly climbs on my lap and straddles me, and then begins delicately undoing my belt. I slice through her waistband, and she spreads her legs, tearing the cut down the crotch of her leggings until her white panties are exposed. There's a noticeable dark spot deep in her crotch, and I know that she's not faking her desire. I put the knife down on the table, and she unzips my fly. Her cool, thin fingers wrap around my throbbing cock, and she sighs and broadens her smile.

"I want you to fuck me like you want to kill me," she whispers, "don't be nice, Tommy-boy."

"I won't be."

I grab her by the throat and push her backwards on the table. She cries out in delight and spreads her legs further, tearing what's left of her leggings all the way down her crotch. Her pelvis still presses against my lap, and it forces her back into an uncomfortable, concave arch. I stand up, bringing her pelvis with me, and then drive my hand under her waistband. My fingers press to the moist, tender flesh of her pussy, and I slide the middle and ring inside. Her eyes flash wide open, and her red lips part to yield a moan. Her thighs press together and grind with need around my invading wrist. I push my thumb against her clit and curl my fingers upward inside her. I rub my pinching digits; my fingers pressing against her inner wall, my thumb toying with her erogenous bump. She bites her lower lip and gyrates her hips in pleasure. Moans seep from her whorish mouth, and she stares at me with an expression that drives me mad: vulnerability. She's under my control, and I can do whatever I want to her. She wants me to do whatever I want to her.

I take my fingers out, press my tip to her frothing slit, and push all the way in. Eleanor digs the back of her head into the table, her neck striates with tendons, and her upper-back lifts in the air. An exerted growl flows from her lips, and she flexes her vaginal muscles around me. I take a moment to savor the wet, tight heat of her pussy clenching about my cock, and then I grab her hips, pull out to the tip, and ram into her all the way. This time she cries out, and I press my palm roughly against her mouth to shut her the fuck up. She licks my hand in defiant lechery, and I squeeze one of her breasts in retaliation. The supple flesh protrudes around my fingers, and the nipple stands firm against my thumb. Her combative regard falters, and her submissive self takes over. She moans again, and guides my thumb and finger to pinch her. I twist her nipple and pull it from her body, and she squeals a muffled tone of approval.

I thrust again, and again and again, always pulling out to the head, and then driving until my balls slap against her fat ass. Her body lurches back and forth across the table, her breasts jiggle to the beat of my drives, her thighs ripple with the impact of my lust. Her eyes bare nothing but submissive desire, and I stare into them with my domineering possessiveness. She's mine, my toy, my little slut.

"You're a fucking whore, you know that?" I sneer at her as her voice rises higher and higher around my hand, "Nobody ever liked you, Ellie; they just wanted easy pussy."

Eleanor cries something out from under my hand, but I just squeeze her cheeks harder.

"You're the school cum-dumpster, and now I finally get my turn," I grin as she screams out in pleasure from my rapidly-driving cock, "you should get a tramp stamp on your back that just says 'take a number.'"

Eleanor may or may not be registering what I'm saying. Her eyes are starting to roll back in her head, and her jaw is slackening. I take my hand off her mouth and listen to the sweet chorus of her desperate, moaning breaths. They're growing faster and shorter, until they're nothing but pants mixing with squeals. I grab her other breast and pinch the free nipple. I pull back with both hands, and watch as the supple, jiggling flesh stretches to conical points. Her chest lifts forward with my pull, and her head drives harder into the table. A scream of delight erupts from her mouth, but I don't care enough to silence it. I fuck her faster and faster, harder and harder, until our pelvises are smacking together in fury of slapping blasts, and the table is shaking dangerously. Her pussy is clenching and twitching with sporadic convulsions, and her voice is rising to a near-constant stream of ecstasy. I growl and plow into her harder and harder, not caring if I'm hurting her, but hoping I am. My cock drives through her tight wetness; parting her inner resistances and breaking her in. She's thrashing now; her shoulders shimmying in a possessed dance, her hips gyrating, her abdomen flexing. Her screams are rough and exerted, as though she's in the midst of great physical strain. I feel her convulsions rise to a churning torrent inside her, and I thrust one last time. Her entire back arches from the table, her shoulders pin back, and her thighs lock around my hips. A single, breathless sound passes her gaping lips, and then she squirts all over me. I blow inside her with a cathartic roar, and collapse on top of her as she finally finds her voice. She screams out her euphoria, and digs her nails into my back as she's taken by it. I drive the last bit of myself into her, and her scream subsides to a whimper. We breathe heavily on the table for a moment, and then look into each other's eyes.

"Holy shit," she whispers, "Tom, that was the best I've ever-"

I kiss her deeply. My lips push against the red outline of her mouth, and my tongue slides into it. She locks tongues with me, and glides a hand into the curls of my hair. I relish the feeling of her sweating, hot body pressing against my own, and the needful way she kisses me, and then I part.

"That still needs a little bit of work," she giggles, "but Tom, you fuck like a champ."

"Sorry I said those things about you," I smile bashfully, "I didn't mean-"

"Don't you ever fucking apologize to me!" she hisses, and grabs my jaw, "That weak little boy that says 'sorry' over everything is gone. I want the crazy motherfucker who almost killed me."

"Crazy motherfucker it is." I grin, and kiss her again. This time, I don't kiss her gently; I kiss her like I fucked her. My lips feed greedily upon hers, and my tongue drives hedonistically into her mouth. She wrestles with it, and loses, and I placate what's left of her with my domineering lust. When I part from her, her lips are still open, and her eyes are closed in bliss.

"Much better," she whispers, and licks her lips, "much, much better."

"Clean it off." I demand as I pull out of her. My cum dribbles from her desecrated slit, runs along her taint and pools in the puckered rim of her asshole. She smiles up at me and purrs like a cat while she gets to her knees on the table. She lowers her head, wraps her luscious, red lips about me, and takes my entire length down her throat. She gags when she gets to my base, looks up at me with those bright, green eyes, and swallows. I groan and pet her scarlet hair as she cleans me in one suck, from base to tip. Her lips free my cock with a satisfied smack, and she leaves me with a parting kiss on its head.

"So," she smiles coyly, "what are we going to do about your little sister?"

"I told you," I growl, "we're not doing anything."

"Yes, we are," she giggles, "you and I are going to do everything to her. I thought you were a cold-blooded killer, Tom? Take what you want; let's share your sister between us."

"I can still kill you."

"DNA evidence everywhere, Tommy-boy," she smirks, and licks a fingertip covered in my cum, "your alibi wouldn't really work too well for you.

"I'm not ruining my relationship with my sister by trying to fuck her," I growl, "there's not a single chance in hell Laurie would go for it."

"Tom, I know Laurie in ways you don't." Eleanor whispers to me as she presses her body against mine, "I've seen her at parties, and I've seen her with boys. She withers away in the presence of a controlling man; she can't help herself. And you, my dear," Eleanor smiles as her hands clasp about my cock, "are a very controlling man."

"Why do you want to this happen so bad?" I ask her.

"Because I'm fucked up," she smirks, "and I want to see good, socially-adjusted people demean themselves and come down to my level. You're fucked up too, Tom; just as fucked up as me. I'll warm up Laurie for you, and then you come in and take her."

"* her?!" I growl.

"Initially, maybe," Eleanor smiles, "but when we're done with her, she'll be begging for more. C'mon, boyfriend; let's turn your precious, sweet, little sister into our whore."

LAURIE

I didn't actually expect everything to work out perfectly between Eleanor and Tom, but I had hoped something would happen. But no, they just reverted to their lowest selves, and shit all over my plan. Fucking Tom; how hard is it to fuck Eleanor O'Reilly?

Gojira's heavy anthem Backbone blasts in my earbuds as I try to study. Tom could use a fucking backbone. I nod my head to the driving rhythm and then stop when I see a blur of scarlet enter my field of vision. Eleanor's head pops out from the side of the doorframe. She motions with one hand for me to take out my earbuds, and I begrudgingly remove only one.

"Hey, Laurie?" she says, almost bashfully.

"What?" I shoot back, my voice full of venom.

"I need new clothes." She smiles.

"Why?"

"Because," she says and steps into the doorframe, "your brother fucking ruined mine."

Eleanor's tank top has been cut down the middle, her bra is sliced in two, and the crotch of her leggings is torn past her ass crack, exposing her wrinkled, soaked panties to me. Tom had done it; he'd actually fucking done it!

"Oh-my-god!" I squeal, "Oh my god, Ellie; you have to tell me everything! Come in here!"

Eleanor walks through the door and sits next to me on the bed. I sit upright and paw through my drawers for something that will fit her curves.

"So," I smile to her, "give me the details."

"Do you really want to hear about your brother?" Eleanor laughs, "That's kind of fucked-up, Laurie."

"Don't be gross," I giggle, and toss a t-shirt over her face, "I just want to know how he did."

"Well," Eleanor says as she pulls the shirt off her face, "he was rough."

"I can see that," I laugh, looking at her destroyed clothes, "did he use scissors or something?"

"A knife." Eleanor responds.

"A knife?!" I exclaim, "That's fucking kinky."

"He was so…aggressive," Eleanor says, almost moaning as she recalls the affair, "like a switch went off in his head, and all of the sudden, he was a different boy…a different man."

"Did he take control?" I ask, throwing her a pair of leggings, "Was he all possessive and dominating?"

"Yessss," Eleanor hisses, "he just…cut my clothes off and took me on the table. He called me a whore, called me the school cum-dumpster, and ravaged me like I'd never been before. Mmm, Laurie; he was so fucking good!"

The tone of Eleanor's voice worries me slightly. I turn around and see that she hasn't put on a single piece of clothing. In fact, she has her panties down her thighs and is now touching herself. Three fingers slide to the knuckles inside her, and my brother's cum leaks out between them. What the fuck.

"Ellie, what the fuck are you doing?" I ask levelly.

"What does it look like?" she giggles, spreading her legs wide for me to see, "I'm playing with your brother's cum."

"Can you…not?" I ask, wondering what the fuck is going on with her. Eleanor is a slut, there's no doubt about that, but this is just fucking bizarre.

"Hmm," Eleanor smiles, "I don't think I can."

She takes a single index finger from her pussy, and places it between her lips. She looks me right in the eyes as she slowly, seductively, sucks my brother's cum from her finger.

"He's delicious," she whispers, "you should try some."

"Oooookaaaay…" I say, stepping back from her, "you guys obviously did drugs. I'll just…get you some water and let you sleep in my bed tonight."

"Won't you join me?" she asks, her hand running through her red, trimmed mound, "We can do that thing we did sophomore year. Remember that?"

"Yeah, I remember not liking it," I say, grabbing my water bottle and walking cautiously to her, "now I know pussy just isn't for me."

"Give it another chance," she moans, and spreads her pussy wide with a two-fingered 'v,' "I want you to taste him."

"Ellie," I say, and hand her the water bottle, "you just need to get some rest-"

Eleanor grabs my outstretched arm and throws me on the bed. I flail for a second, and then land on my stomach.

"Ellie, what the fuck are you-"

She pushes my face into the pillow and crams her hand into my leggings. I scream as I feel her fingers sliding between my ass crack. I push my palms into the mattress and drive upward, but she quickly straddles my lower back and forces me back down. I whip my head around and stare my anger and terror into her eyes, but she just smiles back, and pushes her fingers further through the crease of my ass.

"I'm sorry it has to be this way," she smiles sadly, "but I need you to do this for me."

I lash my hand out, but she's too far away. I twist against her weight, but it's no use. I'm pinned on my stomach, and at her mercy.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I scream, "What fucking drugs did you two take?!"

"We didn't do any drugs," she smiles, "I'm sober. Just relax, Laurie; I'll take care of you."

Her fingers slink past my asshole, and then tease it with a circling tip. My eyes widen in terror, and I trash uselessly against her.

"Tom!" I scream, "Tom, help me! She's raping me! She's raping me!"

"Tom knows," Eleanor giggles, all of her fingers now circling the rim of my ass, "he's waiting for you to get nice and ready for him."

"What?!" I scream.

"Your brother wants to fuck you, Laurie," Eleanor laughs, "and I'm going to convince you to do it."

And with that, Eleanor pushes three fingers into my asshole. I screech into the pillow as I feel my rim stretch wide. She digs deeper and deeper, and then rests her raping digits against the wall of my anus.

"Are you a virgin here?" Eleanor muses, "I thought you would have let Ryan back here at least once, but you're so tight. Tom's going to fuck you here, Laurie, and he is packing heat, so I'll need to loosen you up first."

"Eleanor, stop!" I scream, now crying tears of pain, "Please!"

"I love you too much to stop, Laurie," Eleanor smiles, "you've stuck with me through everything, even when everyone else abandoned me. Now, I'm going to help you through this; it will make us closer than ever."

"You're fucking insane!" I whisper, "Ellie; you need help!"

"Maybe," Eleanor moans as she pushes her fingers deeper, "or maybe, I just need friends who are as fucked-up as I am."

I grit my teeth and growl in strain as knuckle after knuckle is forced deep inside me. She lubricates my sodomy with my own brother's cum, and I can feel his hot seed melting into my tender inner flesh. She withdraws slowly, letting my asshole pop in constriction about each knuckle, and then she pushes in again, this time adding another finger. The pain slowly recedes as I adjust to the girth of her four fingers, and I stop thrashing under her weight. It's uncomfortable for a while, and though I squirm in protest, my defiance is noticeably dispirited. And then…then it starts to feel good. A deep, filling pressure expands in my tightest hole, and sends unfamiliar, new, tingles deep into my colon. The feeling is so invasive, so wrong, and yet, so good. A whimper brushes past my lips, and I clasp my hand over my mouth before it turns to a moan.

"Do you like it?" Eleanor asks, genuine hope in her voice, "I like having one in each, myself. I practice every night; mostly in the mirror, but sometimes for strangers on the internet. They don't know they're breaking the law, and it turns me on to watch them get off to a seventeen year old whore like me."

Slowly, gently, Eleanor stretches my rim wide open. I stop squirming beneath her, and just murmur tones of protest under my breath. In and out, in and out; she pushes her entire fist into me, and then withdraws, pulling out some of my pink, inner flesh with each retreat. I hum a single, desperate tone as I clench my jaw and tighten my eyes. I'm trying to hold back the sound that wants to come out, trying with all my might. Eleanor pulls out, pinches her fingers together, and then pushes in all the way to the wrist. My rim screeches with tortuous delight, and I can't help myself. I cry out into the pillow and sob with want.

"Deeper!" I scream. Eleanor laughs merrily, and obliges.

"I thought you might like it back here," Eleanor coos, her other hand gently massaging my lower back, "but let me tell you, dearest friend: a cock is much better than my hand. Should I get Tom in here?"

"No!" I scream, but I can't stop the moan from mixing with it.

"Tom," Eleanor calls over her shoulder, "she's ready for you!"

I hear the approaching footsteps of my older brother. Now, I do try to get free. I thrash and squirm beneath Eleanor with all my might, but she just shifts her weight on top of me and subdues me at every turn, all the while sinking her wonderful hand deeper and deeper into my newfound erogenous zone. Tom walks into the doorframe, staring at me, wearing nothing at all. He's huge. It's throbbing and curved upward in anticipation, and I reel back in terror and arousal. The latter feeling alarms me; I can't want my brother, can I?

"Hey, Laurie," Tom smiles with uncharacteristic confidence, "nice to see you've been getting along with my new girlfriend."

"She was my friend before we were ever a thing," Eleanor smirks at Tom, "come see what I've done to her for you."

I stare over my shoulder in horror as Tom kneels between my legs on the bed, and looks at the hand that's buried in my asshole.

"She's prolapsed a little," Tom smiles at Eleanor, "you weren't very nice."

"She loved it." Eleanor smiles back, and then kisses Tom deeply. Their lips lock and suck in hedonistic splendor as their fingers entangle in each other's hair. I've never seen a kiss so carnal, so lecherously vulgar in my life. They're perfect for each other, and somehow, it makes me jealous. I suppress that thought as best I can, but it still lingers. Part of me wants the fire of their lust, to be taken by it, and then, to join in. No, Tom is your brother, Laurie; you have to fight! This is all wrong, all so fucking wrong!

"Tom," I sob, "don't do this. Please, don't do this."

"Sorry, sis," Tom smiles, and then guides Eleanor's hand out of my rim, "you just have to get through the hard part, and it'll all be better."

Knuckle by knuckle, Eleanor's hands withdraws. I feel myself coming out with her, and I grit my teeth and growl in agonizing delight. Her last digit pulls from my ruined gape, and I feel my insides flow out of me. I scream and look back in horror as my asshole protrudes in a bud of pink flesh. God, it feels good. Eleanor giggles in delight and claps her hands as Tom reaches forward.

"Don't!" I scream, but to no avail. My older brother pushes his fingers against the outturned, shiny, pink flesh of my ass, and gently squeezes. The ball of internal nerves blasts their signals up my spine, and I scream out in abject pleasure. My thighs tense, my toes curl, and I come. I come in a ferocious rip that sends my back arching in a wrenching curve with its axis pivoted about my subdued pelvis. I erupt a stream of feminine juices from my urethra and soak the bed beneath me. My hands claw at the sheets, and I scream louder and louder. I don't even notice that Eleanor is stroking my hair until after the feeling is gone, and my body relaxes in involuntary submission.

"There, there," she whispers lovingly, "that was just a taste of what's to come. Are you ready, Laurie?"

I stare up at Eleanor from the tops of my eyes, and look back at Tom behind her. His demeanor is so foreign; it's like he's a completely different person. But he's still my brother, and no matter how good it felt, what he did was wrong. I can't. I can't do this. But what choice do I have? He's going to fuck me no matter what I say or do, I can see it in his eyes. Still, I have my dignity. I won't say I want it. I'll never say I like it.

"You people are fucking sick," I whisper, "I hate both of you."

"Don't be so mean, Laurie," Eleanor giggles as she tousles my hair, "you'll regret saying that in a few minutes. Tom; fuck your little, bitchy sister."

TOM

I line up my shot, press my tip to Laurie's prolapsed asshole, and tease her with it; prodding her tender, pink folds with my rigid heat. She moans and pushes her face into the pillow to suppress the sounds of her pleasure. Eleanor runs a loving hand through my sister's hair, and then looks down at my cock, and nods. Slowly, gently, I guide myself in. First, I push her rosebud back inside her, and she whimpers. Then, my tip stretches the tight, pink rim of her asshole, and she moans. Inch by inch I push deeper inside her, and inch by inch, her back arches from the bed. Her moans rise in their intensity with every bit I push, until my pelvis presses against the fat of her cheeks, and my balls rest on the frothing surface of her slit. Her shoulders pin together, her head rises from the pillow, and she looks back at me. Those blue eyes, my eyes, stare back at me, and they're pleading, but not pleading for me to stop. No, pleading for me to keep going.

So, I do. I pull out to the tip, and then push in again, and again, and again. Every drive of my hips loosens her resisting inner muscles, until she's not fighting me at all. Every drive sends her neck reeling back and her lips opening wide. Every drive forces her hands to unclench about the sheets she's grasping, until they're relaxed and flat against the bedding. And with every violent drive, her voice loses more of its defiance, and gains more of its pleasure. Now, she's not just staying loose for me, but clenching and embracing me as I enter her. Now, she's not flexing her glutes about me, but reaching back with her own hands and spreading them wider. Now, she's not lying static and whimpering, but driving her hips back against me. Now, she's not my precious little sister, but my moaning lover. I can see it in the way she looks at me; her mouth agape, her lips quivering and smiling at the corners, her eyes drunk with lust, and her brow furrowed at the peak of her face. She's mine; all mine.

"You can get off her, Ellie," I smile to my sadistic girlfriend, "she's not going to fight us anymore."

LAURIE

I love a controlling man. I love a man who takes charge of the situation, and imposes his will on me. Usually, that means I like it when a man gets too worked-up and just takes me, but now, I know what it really means: I'm a submissive whore. Tom imposed his will on me, my own brother, and here I am, with his cock seven-inches in my ass, moaning for him while I spread myself wide. I'm disgusted in myself, I even hate myself a little, but I can't deny the part of me that loves it. The rational half of my mind is telling me this is abhorrent, disgusting and wrong, but the other half, the one that just loves a controlling man, is reveling in this depravity for the exact same reasons. That half absolutely delights in how sick and twisted this whole situation is, and the longer I try to endure the pleasure, the more that half takes control. I'm a mess of duality right now, but 'luckily' for me, Eleanor is playing therapist as she straddles my back.

"Just say you like it, Laurie," she whispers in my ear, "and I'll get off you, and you can enjoy yourself."

"Fuck you." I whisper back, my words interrupted by a constant stream of moans.

"You're in denial," she giggles, and runs her hands through my hair, "you can't even stop yourself from moaning. Just say it: you're a depraved slut who likes it in the ass from her own brother."

"No." I mutter, my moans now morphing into exerted groans as I twist my asshole around my brother's driving cock.

"Be like me, Laurie," she whispers in my ear, her breath tickling my lobe, "there's no shame in it if you have no shame."

"Why are you doing this to me?" I ask, feeling tears of pleasure welling in my eyes.

"Because you're my best and only friend, and I need someone who not only accepts who I am, but also participates in the fucked-up things I want to do." she whispers, "And also, corrupted innocence is a huge turn on for me. I get off watching people go against their morals and fall to their baser desires."

"You're a sick piece of shit." I snap at her, but I can't stop myself from arching my back and clenching around Tom's cock.

"So are you, Laurie," she whispers into my ear, her tongue flicking against my lobe, "now be a sick piece of shit with me, and I'll eat your pussy."

It's too much, too much to take. My mind melts in the heat of my rising pleasure, and the temptation to give in becomes overwhelming. I stare into the loving, green eyes of my best friend, and I confess. I throw away the last of my pride, and accept who I really am.

"I like it." I whisper.

"What was that?" Eleanor smiles with a raised eyebrow.

"I like it." I moan, and push my ass hard against Tom's ramming pelvis.

"I need a little more than that," Eleanor smirks as she ruffles my hair, "you can do better."

"I'm a little anal slut," I whisper, "I'm a little anal slut who likes to fuck her brother."

"Say it like you mean it." She sneers.

"I'm my brother's anal slut!" I scream, "Now eat my fucking pussy, you bitch!"

Eleanor laughs and dismounts my back. She grasps my shirt as I whip upward, and my top is pulled off in a single swipe. I press my naked back against my brother's heaving chest and look up at him with lust etched across my face. He looks back at me with a possessive desire that bores into my soul. He wants me so bad, and I want him too. I want the kind of fire he and Eleanor have, I want to burn in his passion.

"Kiss me," I whisper to him as he drives relentlessly into my ruined asshole, "kiss me like you kissed her."

He does. His lips press against my own, and his tongue pushes into my mouth. I suck his lips as he devours me. It's sloppy, and wet, and so good. My body surrenders to him; my muscles relax, my insides unclench, and my resistances break down. His kiss radiates through my mouth and seduces every inch of me. I'm his; I'm his little whore.

He grabs the underside of my thighs and pulls my legs forward. Eleanor dips her head into my crotch and pulls my leggings to my knees. Tom parts from our kiss just in time for me to see Eleanor look up at me with her tongue out, before she buries it into my folds. My brow furrows, a moan seeps through my lips, and I push her closer with both hands. Tom leans back, and I fall into his lap. His cock impales me upon impact, and I squeal in delight and drive Eleanor's face deeper into my crotch. Her nose squishes against my pelvis, her lips puff against my slit, and her tongue pushes further inside me. She muffles a tone of lechery, looks up at me, and smiles from around my curly mound. Her lips suck the tender folds of my dripping cunt, and draw the flesh into her mouth while her tongue pushes between them. My head falls back and rests on Tom's shoulder as I pant pathetic breaths of ecstasy. He lifts me off his lap and surges upward with a jackhammer of violent thrusts. The sudden fervency of his sex shocks my body into a writhe of twisting vertebrae and gyrating hips. I wail to the ceiling, screaming a fluctuating note that wanes with every pull, and shrills with every drive.

"Oh my god, Tom!" I screech.

"Make her come, Tom," Eleanor giggles as she parts from my slit, strings of my viscous juices bridging her red lips, "make your whore sister come from her ass."

Tom grabs my face by the cheeks and forces my gaze to him.

"Is that what you are?" he smiles, "Are you my little whore sister?"

"Yes," I whimper, nodding compliantly as I revel in his degradation, "I'm your anal slut."

"You're just a sick cunt who wants her brother to fuck her ass, aren't you?" he growls as he power-fucks my ass into a churning mess of chaotic pleasure.

"Yes!" I scream, dropping my ass onto his driving cock as I rise in orgasm, "I'm your bitch! I'm a depraved whore! I'm your slave!"

"My slave?!" Tom laughs, and grips my breasts with a covetous squeeze, "So, you'll do anything I want?"

"Anything." I whisper, smiling with half-mast eyes. I would do anything for my older brother, especially in this state.

"Your master orders you to come." He smiles.

"Thank you, master." I smile back, and surrender myself to the feeling building inside me.

Tom grips my thighs until the fat protrudes from his knuckles. He spreads them wide, and I anchor my feet outside of his knees, locking my shaking legs in a wide squat. I push Eleanor's face harder into my pelvis, and growl as her tongue presses against the spot on my vaginal ceiling. Beneath her chin, my nectar is leaking from my slit, sliding down my taint, and lubricating my ferocious sodomy. My asshole is a gaping ruin, and screaming its relentless abuse into the pleasure centers of my mind. My abs flex, my shoulders pinch back, my head falls onto my brother's shoulder, and my heart races. A torrent of convulsions churns in my depths and the two pleasures of Tom and Eleanor mix within the tempest that rises from my pelvis. It's a pressure that grows and grows, and my voice carries from my mouth with the rising feeling. My body lurches to the violent drive of Tom's hips, sending my breasts and ass jiggling into a chaotic blur of rippling flesh. He's driving so fast I think I'll break in two, and as the pain reaches its precipice, so does my lustful assent. I screech out, buck my hips, and shower Eleanor with my release. The feeling erupts inside me, and every part of my body seizes in a clenching ruin. Tom smashes his pelvis against me, roars out, and comes in my ass. I sob in delight as his spunk rushes through my desecrated insides. He holds me high in the air; his pelvis pivoted against my ass, his back shaking in strain, and then we collapse onto the bed in an awkward bounce. Heavy breaths and glistening skin mingle with the sweet stench of sex. I ease into a blissful state of gratification; the endorphins seeping into my mind as an evolutionary reward. My body doesn't care that what I just did was wrong at every level, and neither does my mind. It was the best I ever had. I snuggle up against the heat of my brother, and sigh a tone of satisfaction. I am his, and his alone.

"Wow," Eleanor whispers, staring up at me with her head resting in my lap, "that was beautiful."

"You were amazing, Sis," Tom says breathily against my neck, "you were so-"

"You fucking raped me!" I snarl at him. Tom's eyes droop in crestfallen shame, and I can't keep up the façade.

"And I fucking loved it," I breathe onto his lips, searching his eyes, "how long have you thought about me this way?"

"Forever," Tom smiles, "always. Did you ever…?"

"I mean…" I giggle, "the thought has crossed my mind, but it was just my brain making connections from 'a' to 'b,' you know? Like: Tom is a man, men have penises, I like penises, Tom has a penis. It was never an actual thought."

"And now?" he asks me, pumping his still-erect cock into my ass.

My head falls, and a moan escapes my lips. I can't come back from this, and I know it. This has ruined me, changed me forever, and I'll have to adjust to the new reality.

"Eleanor, can you (ahhh) can you (fffuuuck), can you give me my phone?" I ask through increasing moans of pleasure.

Eleanor looks at me inquisitively, and then tosses me my phone. I unlock the touchscreen, page to my contacts, and select the number I'm looking for. Dial tone, and then an answer.

"Hey, Babe," Ryan's voice says through the speaker, "you wanna come over tonight and-"

"I'm breaking up with you, Ryan," I say as evenly as I can through my moans, "don't call me again; it's not you, it's me."

"Laurie, what the fu-"

"I found someone better." I hang up the phone, toss to the side and stare at my brother with a twisted smile on my face.

"Does that answer your question?" I ask coyly.

"It does," Tom smirks back, and then leans against me, "he was a douche anyway."

"Holy shit, that was cold." Eleanor exclaims, staring at me in awe, "And you called me a bitch!"

"You said you wanted friends as fucked-up as you are," I laugh, and grind my ass against my thrusting brother, "well, now you've got them."

"You're not that fucked up." Eleanor sneers.

"I just fucked my brother."

"Ehhhh, you kind of got forced into it," Eleanor retorts, "so it doesn't really count."

"Oh?" I smirk, and pull away from my brother. He pops out my ass with a sheath of my anal flesh still wrapped about him, and I yelp in delight as I'm turned inside-out again. I level my gaze on him, and crawl backward as I lick my lips. He raises an eyebrow at me, and gets on his back, and I do the rest. I look at him from the tops of my eyes as my tongue rests between his balls. I lick my way up, savoring the throbbing pulse of his sack, and then rest the tip of my tongue against his base. I draw it slowly along his underside, tasting his delicious cum and the sweet tang of my ass on his cock. When I get to the top, I wrap my lips around him, and take him slowly into my throat. His head falls back against the bedding, and he groans in satisfaction. I giggle at his loss of equanimity, and suck hard as I lower my head. He reaches the resistance of my throat, and I loosen for him, before taking him all the way in. I gag when I reach his base, but I don't pull out. I rotate my lips, suckling the rigid skin of his loins, and then slowly draw up. His cum pools in my mouth and I keep it there until my lips close together at his tip. He looks up at me, and I stare at him. Then, I swallow.

"I fucking love you, Laurie." He whispers.

I kiss the tip of his cock, and watch in rapt delight as it sways from side to side. Then, I look at him and smile broadly.

"I love you too, big brother." I smile endearingly.

"Hey," Eleanor yells indignantly, "don't make me the third wheel! Show me some love!"

"We both…tolerate you, Ellie." Tom laughs at the beautiful, naked redhead.

"You are permitted to share oxygen with us," I add, teasingly, "and also water, if you so choose to."

"Fuck both of you guys," Eleanor laughs, and slides her body between us, "I put this whole thing together."

"It was my plan to start with!" I exclaim.

"Oh, this was your plan?" Eleanor laughs, and pushes my prolapse back into my ass. I shudder in pleasure for a moment, and look back at her with lustful eyes.

"Well…" I say, "no, but it was my idea to get you two together."

"Well, that backfired." Eleanor giggles.

"Now that you broke up with Ryan," Tom says, "who are you going to prom with?"

"Prom is fucking stupid," I chuckle and give my brother a knowing smile, "and too expensive."

"But you already bought your dress," Eleanor says, "so the expensive part is out of the way."

"I haven't seen you in it yet," Tom says as he pets my curly hair, "I'd like to."

"Hmm," I smirk, "I bet you would. Do you know what I want?"

"What?" he asks.

"I want to wear it for you," I whisper over Eleanor's head, "and then I want you to cut it off me."

I can practically feel Tom's boner pushing on Eleanor's back and driving her pelvis against my ass. Her eyes widen and she giggles at me.

"I think you should get that dress on," she laughs, "like, right the fuck now."

I sit upright to go to my closet, but something stops me. Through our merriment and lust, none of us heard the car pull up in the driveway. None of heard the back-door open, and none of us heard Mom walking up the steps. It wasn't until it was too late, when she opened my bedroom door and saw the three of us, that we knew she had come home early..

74 B2

Introduction:This is the second part of my series "Well, That Backfired." In the first part, Eleanor O'Reilly convinces Tom Baker to act on his desires for his sister, Laurie Baker. After some coercion, a little , and a bit of mental games, Laurie falls in love with Tom. At the end of the chapter, Laurie and Tom's Mom (named Sierra), catches the three of them. CAPITAL NAMES mean the story is being told from that character's perspective. Please leave comments! I always like to hear what people think.

SIERRA

The moans and screams of my teenage daughter flow from her open bedroom window and into the backyard. The neighbors give me amused expressions while I hurriedly run to the back door and fumble with the keys. I flush beat-red with embarrassment as I battle the door's broken latch to the soundtrack of Laurie wailing her ecstasy above me. I curse under my breath and wrestle with the stubborn metal, feeling the neighbor's judging eyes taking me in. This wouldn't be nearly as bad if Laurie kept it down, but holy shit, she's a screamer! Was I ever that obnoxious in high school? Yeah, I definitely was, but at least I had the wherewithal to close the fucking window!. I grit my teeth and finally manage to spring the fucking latch. I swing the backdoor open and run up the stairs. Her screams subside as I reach the top step, and I take a moment to breathe and collect myself. I assume her and Ryan have heard my rapid ascent up the steps, and are now hurriedly getting beneath the covers. I'm not the kind of mom who barges into her daughter's room when I know she's in the act, so I wait until she's had enough time to cover up. After a painful minute, I figure I've waited long enough, so I put on my best mom-face, and grasp the door knob.

"How hard is it to close your fucking-" the words stop dead in my throat. Apparently, they hadn't heard me coming up the stairs; and by "they," I mean Laurie, her best friend, Eleanor, and her brother, Tom. My son, Tom. They're all naked, all lying on the bed, and all staring at me with the same expression of horror that's on my face. Actually, Eleanor's expression is more of amusement than anything.

"Hey, Mrs. B!" she laughs jovially at me, "You know, knocking is usually the polite thing to do."

I open my mouth to say something, but the words stick in my throat. I simply stare from Laurie, to Tom. Laurie's gaze falls almost immediately, but Tom stares back. His shocked expression has relaxed into a cold, hard, gaze. It's a look I've never seen him wear before; it almost says "so, we're fucking; what are you going to do about it?" It's disturbing, but this whole goddamn situation is disturbing. No, "disturbing" is the wrong word for it; this is a family-ruining, life-destroying, you-failed-so-hard-as-a-mother, catastrophe. My heart sinks slowly into my chest as the realization weighs on me. I open my mouth to say something, anything, but there's nothing to be said. There's no magical combination of words that can fix this. I give my children a final, dismayed look, step into the hallway, and close the door.

ELEANOR

Oh, man; this is just too good! Tom and Laurie are staring at each other, their faces communicating their horror in stark detail. I'm nestled between them, enjoying the warmth of their bodies almost as much as I'm enjoying their discomfort. In case you haven't realized this about me, I'm a twisted, sexual deviant. I need the wrong and the extreme to really get me off. I was worried that after Tom seduced Laurie, the two would start a boring, brother-sister romance. Once you get passed the taboo of the relationship, there's really nothing that special about two related teenagers fucking each other… unless they get caught. Well, they've been caught, and by the worst person possible. Now, the possibilities really open up.

"Tom," Laurie whispers to her brother in a shaking voice, "what the fuck are we going to do?"

"I don't know," Tom says grimly, though his voice doesnt bare any of Laurie's fear, "this is… really fucked."

"Should we…" Laurie gulps, "should we move away together? You're already almost in college, and Lincoln isn't too far away. I could move out with you and still finish my senior year."

"That's an idea," Tom muses, "I'd have to transfer out of the dorms and get an apartment, but we could do it."

"You guys are pussies!" I laugh, catching the Baker siblings by surprise. They seemed to have forgotten I was here, and I demand to be noticed. "You guys are just going to bail on your single mother and leave her here alone? What kind of children are you?!"

"She'll never speak to us again!" Laurie hisses, "She'll kick us out anyway!"

"You don't know that," I reply, "you have no idea what's going through her head right now."

"I think we have a pretty good idea of what she's thinking," Tom says, and then brushes a strand of red hair over my ear and looks me in the eye, "but enlighten us, Ellie; what is she thinking?"

"That this is all her fault," I say, "parents never blame their children for their actions; they always blame themselves. And right now, you two are planning on abandoning her. How do you think she'll take that?"

I see the shame begin to spread across Laurie and Tom's faces, and I smile internally. Manipulation has always been my greatest art, and today, I have a chance to paint my masterpiece.

"She's right," Tom says to Laurie, "we can't leave her; she'll blame herself for everything."

"But what do we do?" Laurie says softly, the fear leaving her voice, and the sadness taking over, "How can we look her in the eye after this?"

"I could talk to her," I say in my best 'I'm just trying to help' voice, "I could be the intermediary for the three of you, and smooth things out before you meet."

"That's an idea," Tom says, "she's known you your entire life, and you're Laurie's best friend; she'd be willing to speak honestly to you."

"Can you do it?" Laurie asks me, her eyes full of hope.

"Sure, I can," I smile easily, "I'll get her calm and collected, and then the four of us will have a nice, long, talk. Once she gets over the shock of it all, she'll accept the situation, and you guys can move on as a happy family."

"You make it sound so easy." Tom mutters incredulously.

"I can be very persuasive," I smile wickedly to him, "as you two well know."

Tom smiles at that. He glances over my head at Laurie, and Laurie nods.

"Ok," Laurie says, and smiles for the first time, "sounds like a plan. Thank you, Ellie."

"It's nothing," I laugh, shaking my hand in dismissal, "you two get dressed, and come when I call for you. This'll all blow over in a week at the most."

I get off the bed, making a show of stretching and shifting my hips for the Bakers. I glance casually over my shoulder, and smile when I see them both gawking; it seems Laurie has developed quite the taste for the fairer sex. I slip on one of her signature cut-off tops, and cram my full ass into a pair of her leggings. The bottom of my ample, pale, bust protrudes from the frayed hem of her tank, and her spandex stretches dangerously as it tries to contain me. I give myself a once-over in the mirror, and then walk out the door without a look back. I strut across the hallway to Mrs. Sierra Thomas Baker's room and smile to myself. God, that was easy. Puh-lease, Tom; do you really think I'm going in there to fix the beautiful mess I created? Do you really think this ends in a wholesome, normal, family? Laurie is a bit naive, but you know me better. Did Da Vinci crumple up the Mona Lisa halfway through? Did Beethoven just say, 'fuck it,' after the first movement of Moonlight Sonata? I've just started my masterpiece, and now I'm going to finish it.

SIERRA

My thumb slips on the flint of my Bic as I shakenly try to light a cigarette. I haven't had a smoke in years, but right now, I need one. What does it matter anyway? All the rules I've imposed on myself, all the classes I've taken, all the sacrifices I've made, all amounted to my teenage children fucking each other. Smoking in the house hardly seems like an egregious infraction now. A knock on the door nearly causes me to jump through the ceiling. I can't see them now! I can't look in their eyes!

"Mrs. B?" Eleanor's voice calls from the other side of the door, "can I come in?"

I breathe a long sigh of relief, and manage to steady my hand enough to light the end of my smoke. I take a deep, sweet inhale of the addictive fire, and blow out, feeling my electrified nerves calm.

"Come in, Ellie." I say to the door.

Laurie's voluptuous, ginger, best-friend walks in wearing her clothes. They are way too small for her, but I guess Ellie didn't have much in the way of options.

"Are you to be the intermediary between my children and I?" I ask her as I put the square between my lips.

"You got it," Eleanor smiles, and gestures to the pack in my hands, "can I bum a smoke?"

I hand her a cigarette, light it between her red lips, and then sit down at the foot of the bed. She sits next to me, and we smoke in subdued silence.

"So…" Eleanor says, leaning back on the bed, "this whole thing is pretty fucked."

"Yeah," I concur, "but I'm guessing you don't mind in the least," I turn to her and give her a sharp look, "do you?"

"Oh?" Eleanor replies with a raised eyebrow, "you think this is all my fault?"

"You've always been a corrupting influence on Laurie," I say, my voice brimming with rage, "and you were right in the middle of it. What am I supposed to think?"

"Sure, I was there," Eleanor smirks, "but this was a long time coming, Sierra, and you know it."

Eleanor stares at me with her sharp green eyes, and her gaze doesn't falter for a moment. My eyes fall to my lap, and I feel the truth in her words sting me to the core. This was a long time coming, because I'm their mother. The hint of tears begin to well in my eyes, and I fight to push them back; I fight to convince myself that it's not all my fault.

"So," I say, failing to keep my voice from breaking, "you're saying I'm a complete failure as a mother."

"Not a complete failure," Eleanor says, not bothering to console me, "but there were definitely some missteps."

"Like?" I hiss venomously, staring darkly at her, "What do you know about it? What could a stupid slut like you know about raising children?"

"I'm the stupid slut?" Eleanor laughs, "I've heard stories about you, Sierra; you were practically a sex addict. You were a year younger than me when you had Tom, and just a bit older than me when you had Laurie. The only saving grace for you, is that you somehow managed to have them both from the same man."

Her words are cruel and full of malice, but my anger doesn't swell. No, she's just telling me the hard truth. She's not sugarcoating bullshit (something I've been doing for the past eighteen years), she's laying it out as it is. My mind scrambles for a way to save face, but my reconciliatory thoughts are tangled with the harsh reality flowing from Eleanor's red lips.

"I stopped," I say in a shaking voice, "after Bradley left us, I didn't go running out for someone else. I didn't fall back on my old habits."

"You should have," Eleanor says, "you should have gotten someone to be their father."

"I knew I couldn't," I mumble, pursing the smoke between my lips, "I had to control myself and become the mom they needed."

"You couldn't trust yourself to stay loyal to one man, so you forsook men all together," Eleanor replies mercilessly, "So, instead of fixing your problem, you ran away from it."

"I stayed abstinent through my twenties!" I growl at Eleanor, "I sacrificed the best years of my life for my children!"

"And look at the result." Eleanor says, placing her cigarette between her lips, "all that self-denial, all that sacrifice, and how did it turn out? How noble of you, Sierra, to shackle your children to yourself."

I stare dumbly at Eleanor, and feel the weight of her words crushing my chest. My gaze falls back to the floor, and this time, I can't keep the tears from coming. She's right; I should have sought help, I should have fixed myself when I had the chance. Hot, saline, water pours from my welling eyes and falls in little droplets to the carpet. The trickle becomes a flood, and before I know it, I'm reeling forward in the throes of sorrow, and spilling eighteen years of regret onto the floor. I feel a pair of soft, comforting, hands delicately touch my shoulders, and the heat of someone's body embracing me affectionately from behind.

"Let it out, Sierra," Eleanor whispers in my ear, "you've been holding in the poison for too long."

"I knew I should have gotten help!" I cry, my diaphragm heaving in bouts of grief, "But I kept telling myself I didn't need it!"

"And how did that effect Tom?" Eleanor whispers as her hands begin to tenderly massage my shoulders.

"I smothered him!" I cry, "I babied him well passed his age, because I didn't want another man to leave me! Not my son!"

"And Laurie?" Eleanor asks kindly.

"I stayed distant!" I bawl, feeling the catharsis of grief-fueled release compelling the truth from me, "I didn't want her to end up like me, so I kept her at arm's length, when I should have held her close! Now she's gone off and fucked her brother because it was the only way for her to find closeness in the family!"

"There, there, Sierra," Eleanor's sweet voice sings in my ear as she gently guides me to lie down, "admitting fault is the first step. Just relax, and let me take care of you."

Eleanor's hands prod me gently on my sides, and I turn over onto my stomach. She straddles me above the hips, and sinks her wonderful fingers into the congested knotting of my back. She sings a soft, soothing melody under her breath as her elegant digits work tenderly into the tense muscles. I feel more and more at ease with her, and I begin to relax, and let my guard down.

"You were a little off on your assessment," Eleanor's musical voice whispers, "but I can see where you're coming from."

"What do you mean?" I sniffle.

"Laurie didn't seek out attention from Tom," Eleanor says, "it was the other way around, actually."

"Tom?" I ask incredulously, lazily raising my head just enough to look back at her. Eleanor looks up from the massage she's giving me and nods with a crooked smile strewn across her red lips.

"Tom confessed to me that he wanted Laurie," Eleanor says, her fingers working down my spine, "and after a little persuasion on my part, Laurie found that she wanted Tom as well."

"I didn't think he had it in him." I smile sadly, and rest my cheek back on the bed, "My sweet boy…"

"Not so sweet," Eleanor laughs melodically, "and hardly a boy any longer."

"And Laurie's already a woman," I sigh, "I know it's a cliché to say it, but it really does seem like just yesterday they were goofy toddlers, playing in the sandbox."

Eleanor sings a soft, soothing melody that I can barely hear under her breath. The wordless lullaby floats into my ear and caresses my troubled mind as her fingers unwind the tension of my posture, leaving warm, loose muscle in their gentle wake. She sinks her thumbs beneath my shoulder blades, and graciously separates the entwined tendons between them. I feel the bridging tension of my shoulders release, and they sink easily into the bedding. She presses her palms along the arch of my spine, and slides congested muscle from bone. Warm, fluid, tingles permeate along the taut sinew of my back, until the fibers are lithe and flowing. Her fingers impress the tight reaches above my hips, and unravel the snarl of clogged fascia. She leaves me gelatinous and fluid, and I feel as though I could spill into the soft bedding from between my bones. Her delicate hands slide beneath my waistband, and I don't stop her. I hum a gracious murmur, and feel a moan linger on my lips. It's been so long since I've been touched intimately, and her seduction is more than my fragile mind can take. I'm a slave to her gentleness; a prisoner to her comfort. I'm broken, and need someone to fix me. I'm vulnerable, and need someone to protect me. Eleanor will fix me, Eleanor will protect me. Eleanor will make it all better.

"You know," Eleanor says, leaning forward and breathing the words into my ear, "this doesn't have to be the end of your relationship with them."

"It doesn't?" I ask, feeling a glimmer of hope rising in my chest. Eleanor will fix me.

"No," she smiles warmly, and traces a single finger down my wet cheek, "but it will take some adjusting on your part. You can't change the past, but you can still decide the future."

"What do I have to do?" I ask. Eleanor will protect me.

"You just have to see them as they are," Eleanor says, her warm smile turning sly, "you just have to accept them, and with a little help from me, they'll accept you."

"How?" I ask, feeling the glimmer of hope swell. Eleanor will make it all better.

"Stop hiding yourself, Sierra," Eleanor whispers, her face brushing cheek-to-cheek against me, "stop denying what you really want."

Eleanor's hands move from my hips, and push beneath my skirt. Her fingers grasp the fat of my backside and spread me wide open. I'm too enamored in her trance to react, too trapped in her comfort to deny her. Touch me, Eleanor; touch me on the inside.

"Do you understand what I'm asking?" Eleanor whispers, her lips so close to mine. She holds me open with one hand, and reaches beneath me with the other. A single, elegant finger runs along the moist, tender, slit between my legs. She barely brushes me, but her touch awakens a hunger so ravenous, it's unbearable.

"You want to make love to me?" I ask hopefully, my eyes drooping into an expression I haven't worn in over a decade. I breathe in Eleanor's breath, and taste the hint of her mouth on my tongue.

"I'm just the messenger, Sierra," Eleanor smiles, her single finger running tortuously along me, never providing the penetration I crave, "this is something you'll need to do yourself."

"I'm-I'm…" a moan slips through my words, "I'm their mother! I couldn't!"

"Yes, you can." Eleanor says through a heavy, lecherous breath, and presses a finger hard against my clit. A shock of satisfaction ratchets up my spine, and my head rises from the bed; my eyes wide, my lips parted, and my mouth moaning. Eleanor's luscious lips press to my neck and covetously suck the smooth skin of my throat. I feel her seductive control over me seep into the furthest reaches of my mind, and I melt in her lustful wake.

"After what they've done," Eleanor whispers, her breath hot on my neck, her fingers torturing me with pleasure, "there are only two paths for you: spend the rest of your life ignoring the elephant in the room, and grow increasingly distant until you lose them, or join them, and spend the rest of your life sharing your body with them, as a mother, and a lover. What do you choose, Sierra?"

I moan, cry and shift desperately under Eleanor's control. The need grows so hot and hungry that it consumes every thought it my mind. The transient voices of rationality give way to the carnal screams of Eleanor's twisted desire, until I can no longer distinguish between her manipulation, and my own womanly needs.

I can't do it! Yes I can. It's wrong! So wrong. I don't want to! Don't lie to yourself. They're my children! They can be more than just that. My baby boy… Your handsome son. My little girl... Your beautiful daughter. My handsome son… His strong hands. My beautiful daughter… Her full thighs. His strong hands… Gripping your ass. Her full thighs… Entwined with your own. They're so young… A chance to be young again with them. They have each other… They could have you. A happy family. A happy family.

"Ellie…" I moan, biting my lip and looking pleadingly into her eyes, "get them in here."

ELEANOR

Hey reader, I'd like to pause the story for a bit to describe what I'm looking at right now: Sierra Thomas Baker. It didn't take much convincing to get her out of her clothes, but it did take a bit of gentle prodding to get her into the clothes I wanted. She's such an emotional wreck right now, I could convince her to do anything, but I digress. Sierra looks a lot like Laurie. She has long, brown, curly hair, a cleft chin, a cut jaw line, big, blue eyes, a pointed noise, and high cheekbones. Where mother and daughter differ, is the body. Laurie is lean and athletic, but Sierra is built more like me; D-cup tits that jut perfectly from her chest, and an ass you could balance a wine bottle on. Even at thirty-four, her curves don't show a hint of sag. She's got a butterfly tattoo on her lower back (which is just adorable), and a mole next to her right eye that adds an exotic appeal to her. And reader, I can only hope that after two kids, my pussy looks as good as hers.

Anyway, I think it's about time the Baker siblings reconciled with their mom, don't you? I'll let Laurie describe the clothes I put on her; I think you're going to like it.

LAURIE

"Laurie, Tom!" Eleanor's voice calls down the hallway, "Your mother would like to speak with you!"

I give Tom a nervous glance, and he smiles and gives my thigh a comforting squeeze. I check myself in the mirror to make sure I'm dressed appropriately. I hope the pink sundress Mom bought me last year will be enough of a nostalgia-boost to get me in her good graces, but I doubt it. I sigh, and nod to Tom. We stand up, link our fingers together, and walk hand-in-hand down the hallway. I open Mom's bedroom door, and gasp.

I've never seen my mother naked before. I've never so much as seen her upper thigh. Right now, my mother isn't completely naked, but it would have been better if she was. She's wearing a pair of fishnet stockings, black stiletto heels, a black choker, and nothing else. Eleanor holds my mother from behind; her spandex-clad legs encircling my mother's bare ass, her chin resting on my mother's naked shoulder, and her pale hands caressing the glistening, leaking slit between my mother's legs. She whispers something in my mother's ear, and Mom nods nervously and looks up at us. Eleanor's smiling, green eyes linger on my naked mother a little longer, and then rise slowly to mine.

"Your mom and I had quite a productive chat," Eleanor smirks at me as she teases my mother's pussy, "and we concluded that the best move going forward, is to slightly alter the dynamic of your relationship. Do you like her outfit?"

I give Eleanor a hateful, dagger-sharp look. She returns it with mirthful amusement and a shit-eating grin. This is what I get for trusting Eleanor fucking O'Reilly with a delicate family matter.

"Tom," Mom says to my brother, her voice quivering in nervousness, "it will be difficult for me to think of you as more than my son, but I'll try if you will. You've… you've grown so much; you look so much like your father. Can… can you think of me as more than just your mother?"

Tom gives Mom a studious look. His eyes travel down the length of her body, and I see her shiver under his gaze. Was it a reflex of fear, or excitement, I wonder? Probably both; he had the same effect on me.

"Yes," Tom says with an easy smile, and begins to undo his belt, "I already am."

I give my brother a shocked expression, but he just shrugs his shoulders, and continues disrobing.

"Laurie," Mom says, her voice shaking with desire as Eleanor tortures her with teasing caresses, "you're a beautiful woman with a kind heart. I kept you distant, because I was afraid of how I might influence you if we were too close. Will you be close with me now?"

Eleanor's green eyes watch me with a calculating, challenging expression. Are you going to fuck this up? they seem to ask, Are you going to pussy-out? I turn my attention back to Mom, and take her in. God, she looks like me. Her breasts are bigger, and her ass is thicker, but add seventeen years to me, and you get her. Objectively, I can say she's attractive, but do I want her? As my eyes soak in every inch of her near-nakedness, I realize, I do. I've changed; Tom and Eleanor have changed me, and I like the change. There's not another moment's consideration; I am going to fuck my mother.

I curl my fingers around the hem of my sundress and give my Mom a devilish grin. She returns my smirk with a wide-eyed, delighted smile, as if I gave her a touching gift for Christmas. I plant my knees onto the bed, and crawl over to her like a stalking lioness; my head stooped low, my shoulders protruding from my back, my hips swaying behind me, and my sundress slipping off them.

"She's a little nervous," Eleanor smiles companionably to me, and compels Mom's legs to spread, "so be nice with her."

"Are you scared, Mommy?" I whisper lustfully, a broad, wicked grin strewn about my face. She nods, smiles meekly, and opens her legs just a bit more. My feline-like crawl stops when I reach her feet. I slink my body upward, toss my auburn curls over my shoulder, and glance back at Tom. He strokes himself at the foot of the bed, and gives me a smiling nod; ladies first. I turn my gaze back to Mom, and usher Eleanor's torturing fingers from her. I run my fingertips back and forth along the crease of her inner thighs, inching ever closer to the flower between her quivering legs. I see her slit glisten and leak, and her petals redden, and swell. I feel my mouth water at the sight of it, and I raise my eyes to hers. She bites her lip and hums a shaking, needful tone through her nose as she stares up at me with apprehensive eyes. Her fearful expression finally breaks, and she cries out with wanton abandon.

"Please, Laurie!" she nearly screams, "I can't take any more!"

"First," I giggle, "I want you to kiss me. A real kiss, Mommy."

Mom gives me an anxious look, and then pulls me gently forward by the strap of my dress. Her full, pink lips are trembling; she's still not entirely sure about this. I know the feeling all too well, and I know that it takes a firm hand to push the conflicting emotions away. I grab the back of her head, and force it forward. Our lips meet in a mush of tender flesh, and I feel Mom grow rigid in shock. I part her mouth with my own, and push my tongue inside. She gasps through her nose at the suddenness of my invasion, and I pull back a bit to ease her into it. I flick my tongue teasingly across hers, and invite her to play with me. Her mouth remains static for a second, and then joins in. Her lips suck gently, and her tongue slides tentatively along mine. At first, it's obvious she hasn't kissed anyone for a long time, but her old skills soon come back to her, and unexpected passion flows from her mouth. The only way I can describe it, is by saying it's the kind of kiss you'd expect your mother to give you in the heat of lust; caring, tender, but still carnal. After a long moment, we part with a string of saliva bridging our mouths, and our eyes connecting above it.

"Where did you learn to kiss like that?" I whisper to her though an easy smile as I trace my fingers along her jaw.

"Experience," Mom smirks crookedly, "you kiss like a whore, by the way."

"She practiced on me before she ever kissed a boy," Eleanor chuckles, "so, my bad."

"You know you liked it," I laugh and crinkle my nose at Mom, "and you'll like it even more in a second."

My thumbs hook along the straps of my dress, and I let if fall off me. Mom's eyes unabashedly take me; her blue irises running greedily down the length of my nubile figure. That's the look I wanted to see from her; pure, vulgar, desire. I'm not your little girl anymore, Mommy, and now you that you finally know that, I think it's time to put you in your place. You didn't think you could just jump in to what Tom and I have, and be my equal, did you? No, you're going to be the bottom bitch. Playtime's over.

"Eleanor," I smile to my redheaded friend, "hold her arms back."

Eleanor complies instantly, an excited look strewn across her face. She locks my mother's arms in her elbows, plants her palms on the back of Mom's head, and pulls back in a nelson hold. Mom's lecherous expression flashes to one of fear in an instant, and I grin broadly.

"You didn't think you could just join us and start on my level, did you?" I sneer as I mush my mother's cheeks together with a clamping hand, "Did Ellie tell you how they initiated me?"

Mom's eyes are wide, her lips are squished open, and her body is trembling. I savor the power I have over her, and feel it's seduction coarse through my veins.

"They raped me," I smile, and see the horror brim in her eyes, "Ellie held me down, and Tom fucked my ass until I loved it. I bet you thought this was a cute, little, romance, didn't you?"

My other hand moves down her pelvis, and then rests on the soft, moist petals below. Mom thrashes for a second, and Ellie wrestles her into submission.

"Ever since they did that to me, all I can think about is doing it to someone else." I whisper, lowering my face until our eyes are inches apart, "Thank you, dearest mother, for giving me the opportunity."

I run my lower hand through her slit and lather my fingers with her juices, but I don't penetrate her. Instead, I trace my fingertips through her petals, along her taint, and rest them on her tight, pink, rim. My sadistic smile grows as I see the realization dawn on her. Her blue eyes quiver in terror, and she mouths a single, soundless, 'please, stop,' through her deformed lips. I lower my face to hers, whisper 'no,' and lick my new whore. My tongue runs down her neck, over her nipple, along her abdomen, and through her mound. I hover my lips over her pussy, and inhale the sweet, intoxicating scent of her. I can practically feel my pupils dilate as her hormones rush into my primal mind. I take a last glance up at her, lower my lips, and push my fingers inside.

SIERRA

My daughter is raping me, and I love it. Her fist pushes inside my ass, and I feel my rim stretch to a thin, pink membrane that twitches as a fleshy cuff about her bottom knuckles. I scream in pain, and she sedates my agony with her tongue. She invades me, and tastes the hole she came from. I gasp, stop struggling, and rest my head between Eleanor's supple breasts as I watch Laurie do her work. Ok, Sweetie; let's see what you've got. Her nose presses into the puffy folds of my swelled lips, and her tongue curls against my ceiling. She slides it back and forth along my insides, and I twitch and spasm just like she wants me to. Her fist pushes in all the way, and my sphincter envelopes her wrist. I growl in appreciative lechery as I feel her knuckles deform the tender channel of my sinful hole. She smiles around my moist folds, and curls her fingers forward until their indentation presses along her invading tongue. My entire body arches from the bed in an involuntary reaction to her pleasure. My hips buck, my pelvis lifts, and my back curves against the subduing redhead behind me. Laurie rises with me, her tongue writhing relentlessly, her fist pushing methodically, and her lips sucking so sweetly. That's it, Sweetie; eat your Mommy.

LAURIE

Mmm, Mommy, you're delicious. The sweet tang of her nectar fills my mouth as I slurp her lustful secretion. I can feel her pulse through the taut reaches of her rectum, though its rhythm is being lost in the noise of her pleasured convulsions. I push my fist deeper, and her resistances uncoil against my advancing hand and embrace me tightly in a vulgar squeeze. I glance up and see that she is no longer shrieking in pain and fear, but crying pathetic moans and looking down at me with half-mast, lustful eyes. She took this a lot better than I did; perhaps I underestimated her. I push my fist a little further, sure that she'll give me the reaction I want, but she just bites her lip, shifts her weight on her heels, and slides her body forward, taking my fist deeper by her own volition. She moans as each inch of my forearm disappears inside her, until it's buried halfway to the elbow. Her blue eyes stare teasingly down at me, and one of them closes in a smug wink. That won't do at all.

SIERRA

I should not have done that. The moment the lashes of my eye closed, Laurie's expression turned dark. She narrows her eyes, removes her tongue, and gives me a wicked smile. Her fist pulls out to the bottom knuckle, and then pushes in again, and again and again. My eyes flash open, my head reels back, and I scream in pain and uncontrollable pleasure. Eleanor laughs musically in my ear as my daughter assaults me with a ratcheting barrage of deep, anal thrusts. My resistances break and close around her, and she buries her knuckles into the moist, tender flesh of my rectum. Her hand finds virgin territory, and the untouched nerves scream their excruciating euphoria up my spine. My pelvis shoots upward, compelled by her forceful hand, and I thrust against her in an involuntary bout of manic delight. Tears film my eyes, sweat glistens my body, and all I can do in my chaotic delirium is beg her to fuck me harder. She complies, and twists her hand as she forces it deeper, causing a pink sheath my anal flesh to cling to her wrist as she withdraws. I sob in broken ecstasy, and sway on my heels to take her deeper. Laurie is finally satisfied, and she rewards my submissive ardency by lowering her smiling mouth back to my frothing petals. She wraps her pale lips around my engorged clit, and sucks it inside her. My head reels forward, my mouth falls agape, and a breathless, choked sound spills from my throat. The corners of her mouth quirk deviously, and she raises her head, stretching the tender bud of my flower between her pursed lips. My heart pounds in my chest, my breasts heave to my expanding diaphragm, and my lips quiver in the imminent tremble of my climax. Her tongue presses between her sucking lips, and I burst.

TOM

"Oh-fuck-oh-fuck-oh-fuck!" Mom screams, her head tilting to the ceiling, her eyes brimming with tears of pleasure and pain, and her back arching as her entire body tenses. She seems to vibrate, locked in a spread-legged paralysis, and then she squirts all over her daughter. Laurie laughs gleefully, places her mouth over the fountain, and drinks her mother's nectar. Eleanor releases Mom's arms just in time for Mom to place her palms on the back of her daughter's head, and push her deep between her legs. She screams a final time, and then collapses into the redhead's embrace. Laurie parts from her mother's pussy, strings of viscous juices clinging to her lips and chin. She licks her lips, and slowly pulls her fist out. A bud of red, glistening, coiled flesh flows from my mother's gape, and she tenses up in abject pleasure.

"Look at this," Laurie giggles to me as she places a single finger inside Mom's rosebud, "isn't it pretty?"

"Oh my god!" Mom laughs through her moans, "Laurie, you turned me inside out!"

"Doesn't it feel good?" Laurie smiles up, and wraps her fingers around the tender, squishing, bud. Mom sighs in appreciation and nods. Eleanor eyes my sister, crouches next to her, and studies the rosy protrusion of inner-flesh.

"It looks delicious," Eleanor whispers, licking her lips, "Laurie, would you care to share it with me?"

"I'd love to." Laurie smiles to Eleanor, and then glances up to Mom, "Is dinner ready, Mommy?"

"I'm not sure I trust you anymore, Sweetie." Mom giggles, "I'm afraid you'll bite."

"Maybe a little." Laurie smiles up, and then glances at Eleanor. The two teenagers part their lips, choose their angles, and begin to suck the prolapse into their mouths. Mom tilts her head back, rests her hands on the tops of their heads, and then looks at me with blissful eyes.

"Is it my turn?" I ask with an easy smile.

"I don't know, Tom," Mom smirks, "is my initiation over?"

"I actually didn't know we had an initiation process," I chuckle, "I think Laurie just wanted to abuse you."

"Guilty," Laurie smiles bashfully, which looks rather strange with her tongue in Mom's ass, "sorry, Mommy."

"You were just being assertive, Sweetie," Mom says affectionately to her daughter, "which is a valuable trait in a young woman."

"Still teaching us lessons, huh?" I laugh at Mom.

"You've still got a lot to learn," Mom smiles, her eyes levelling in a lustful gaze, "let me teach you a few things."

I climb over to Mom as she gets on her knees. Laurie and Eleanor continue their lustful meal as Mom eyes her own. I lie down in front of her, and she slinks between my legs, and rests her head on my right thigh. She wraps a cool hand around my throbbing cock, and lets out a needful sigh.

"Mmm," she whispers as her hand travels covetously down my length, "it's been so long, Tom."

She nestles her nose against the base of my cock, and gives my balls a tender kiss. I feel her take an indulgent inhale of my loins, and then I feel her shuddering exhale against the loose flesh of my sack. She looks at the engorged member in her hand almost worshipfully, then places her tongue flat against its underside, and licks me from base to tip. I groan in satisfaction, and her blue eyes watch me with an endearing glint.

"When I'm done with you, Pumpkin," Mom whispers my old nickname, her lips hovering just above my tip, "you won't be able to go a day without me. I'm not making the same mistake with you that I made with your father; I'll make sure you never leave me."

Her pale, full lips purse, and press to my head. She glances at me from the tops of her eyes, and then takes me all the way in. Holy shit. Her tongue curls around my girth and runs along the underside of my shaft as her lips suck with loving voracity. Her throat constricts when I reach it, but she doesn't gag; she takes me easily. Her lips puff around me, and then squish against the flesh of my pelvis. She rotates them, circling my girth as her throat wraps around me, and I almost come right there. She feels the excited throbbing of my loins, and closes one of her blue eyes in a teasing wink; she knows how good she is.

She pulls up, her lips sucking so hard they stretch from her mouth. It's as if she's trying to will the cum from my cock, and it takes everything inside me to hold back. She stops at my dome, licks around the crease of my head, and then devours me again. Her lips twist and pull with every sensual pass down my length, prompting wet, slippery, tones to permeate from her mouth. Behind her, I see Laurie and Eleanor twisting their lips passionately around her prolapse. The pleasure they're giving her is apparent in her eyes, and she translates that feeling into the ardency of her lustful consumption. When I feel the churning in my balls, and the pressure in my loins, she stops. She gives me a final, wet, suck, and then withdraws her mouth with a low, lecherous hum. She licks the precum from my tip, and smiles at the taste.

"You're such a big boy, Pumpkin," Mom giggles, "but you have the young man's curse of getting a little too excited."

"Well," I smile wryly, "I can't really use my go-to method of thinking about you naked to stop myself."

"I guess not!" Mom laughs, and turns back to Laurie and Eleanor, "You girls run along for a while; I need some alone time with my son."

Laurie smiles at me from behind Mom, and pushes her prolapse back inside. Mom eyes roll to whites, and she shivers in pleasure. The two girls give me a parting smirk, and then turn on each other. Before long, Laurie has pulled Eleanor's leggings to her knees, and has her face planted firmly between the ginger's pale, full, cheeks. Eleanor in turn, has Laurie's legs spread wide in front of her, and her lips deformed against my sister's curly mound. Mom snakes her body upward, and straddles me about the thighs. I run my hands up her legs until they rest on her hips. She gives me a long once-over, and her shoulders slope slightly.

"Being with Laurie was different," Mom mutters, still studying me with her eyes, "it was strange, yeah, but I didn't really think of it as sex; just aggressive foreplay. But with you…" she trails off, and runs a delicate finger up my cock, "it's the real thing. I'm really going to fuck my son."

"Mom," I say, moving my hands down, "if you don't want to, we don't have to."

"That's just the thing," Mom smiles crookedly, "I really want to, and I'm scared about what that means."

"It means you're a sick, twisted, pervert." I laugh, and squeeze the fat of her ass, "Now, join the family."

Mom laughs gayly, and I see the apprehension leave her. She guides my head to her slit, looks me in the eye, and reveals a warm, caring, smile. She takes me in. Her folds push inward to my advancing girth, her inner-lips envelope about me, and her warm, moist, womanhood embraces my length from the inside. Her brow furrows, her eyes glisten, and her slightly-parted lips yield a satisfied, almost mournful, moan. Her dripping petals deform against my pelvis as she consumes the last of me, and she tilts her head skyward to utter a single, satisfied, sigh. I see a decade of tortuous abstinence fall from her shoulders, and she somehow looks younger. She savors the fullness of her penetration for a few indulgent seconds, and then casts her eyes downward to me. Her hair falls, and conceals one of her blue irises behind a curtain of brown coils. A youthful, excited, smile curls at her lips, and she begins to grind.

Her hips rock in a circular motion, entrancing me with the libidinous arcs of her graceful form. When she grinds forward, the expanse of her abdomen stretches to a smooth canvas of silky flesh, dotted with a perfect navel at its center. Her advance is accentuated with an arching back, prompting her breasts to expand from her chest, and jiggle upon their perches. When she shifts back, the lines of her abdomen contract to shadows along her form, showing the musculature beneath the silky layer. Her retreat is accompanied with a curving back, compelling her breasts to press together, and reveal the delectable nature of their supple texture. Every circular grind causes her tight lips to rotate around my aching girth, and her warm insides to grip me in their lustful hold. I moan and sink my fingers into the fat of her backside, curving my thumbs along her gyrating hips as I surrender to her overwhelming prowess. She smiles endearingly at my novice nature, rises, laces her fingers together behind her head, and dances on me. She flows to some erotic rhythm only she can hear. Her head tilts back, her shoulders sway, her breasts jiggle, and her hips grind. She seems to savor every little motion, and every inch me. When she rises, her lover's lips pull along my length, and stretch from her womanhood. When she drops, her petals fold inward about my girth, and her clit glides against my shaft. She makes love to me like a goddess, and my usual, power-hungry nature is not compelled to stop her. She's tamed me, and I love it.

"Mmm, Tom," Mom moans, gracefully outlining her curves with her hands, "You're so big!"

"You're fucking beautiful." I say, at a loss for any other words.

"You always were such a sweetheart, Pumpkin." Mom giggles, crinkling her nose.

"That's not what I like to hear," I say, trying to muster the hot-blooded part of myself, "I prefer my women screaming."

"Is that so?" Mom laughs with a raised eyebrow, "Are you a big, manly, stud?" She says the last words with dripping sarcasm, and I get a little angry. Before I have a chance to retaliate, she's on me.

"You know," she says, leaning forward and pinning my shoulders back with her palms, "we don't have to fuck like you and Laurie do. If you want, I can take control; it's the least I can do for my baby boy."

"You can try," I smile wryly, "and we can see what happens."

"Oh?" Mom smirks, running her hand down my chest, "Is that a challenge? I've been at this a lot longer than you have."

"You're out of practice," I chuckle, "and old."

"I should slap you!" Mom giggles, and then her playful demeanor changes rapidly, "Let's see what you got, Pumpkin."

Mom's motions become more impassioned. She keeps my shoulders pinned, and grinds her hips behind her in a deep, flowing, rotation. Her back arches above her hips, and her shoulders pin together, pushing her breasts to my face. Every move she makes is graceful, fluid, and seeped with impossible sensuality. She squeezes me with every muscle inside her, and compels me to move to her rhythm. I'm trapped in her cadence, and forced to be the subject of her elegant perversion. I can't break out of it, and I don't want to. She knows she's beaten me, but she doesn't smirk or gloat. She looks down on me with her warm, affectionate smile, and moans subtle pleasure through the pale outline of her parted lips. Her head tilts forward, and her hair draws a curly, auburn, curtain over our faces, until it's just her and I in the world. Her blue irises smile into my eyes, and then lurk downward to my groaning mouth. The curtain of hair closes around me as she descends to my face; her moaning lips parting wider between the quirk of her motherly smile. The delectable, soft flesh of her mouth presses against me, and opens between us. My tongue comes out to meet hers, and we engage in a soft, invasive embrace seeped in the same sensuality as our sex. Her tongue slides and curls with smooth, graceful, ease, and her lips pull with gentle, sweet, sucks. Her mouth leaves mine with a wet smack, and a glistening bridge of her saliva stretching between us.

"Such a sweet boy, Pumpkin," Mommy winks at me in our secluded hair-curtain, "you talked such a big game, but you couldn't handle me, could you?"

"Oh… fuck." I moan, unable to think of anything but the way her rotating hips are pulling me into her.

"It's OK, Pumpkin," Mom giggles, "I like you like this. This is how we'll do it, OK?"

"Ok." I grin stupidly back.

"Come," Mom smiles warmly, bringing a breast to my mouth, "taste me like you used to."

I take her nipple into my mouth, and gently squeeze her other breast. My free hand moves caressingly down her side, and takes a tender grip of her ass. I gage her rhythm, and lock in; penetrating her deeply as she grinds forward, and then pulling away as she slinks back. I nurse from my mother, and she moans and whispers softly into my ear. "That's it, babe, Mommy's got you. You're safe with me, Pumpkin; there's nothing I won't let my baby do to me. You can come inside me if you want. I want you to." Her voice drips like sweet honey into my ear, and seeps it's loving song into my brainstem. It echoes gently in my mind, leaving a soft, warm, tingle where it lingers. I close my eyes, and focus on the comfort of her voice, the taste of her nipple, the feel of her breast squishing in my hand, and the sensation of her pussy holding me snugly inside her. Her inner-muscles flex in a rolling wave from my tip to my base, as if she's massaging me from the inside. Her tender petals give way to me with each gentle thrust, and leak her warm, viscous nectar onto my pelvis. It stretches between our bodies in glistening strings, and wets our sensual penetration. I'm in heaven; I could stay like this for ever.

"Psst," Eleanor's voice cuts through my stupor, "do you need me to bail you out?"

Eleanor is lying next to me, her head resting in her folded arms, her mouth vocalizing soft pleasure as my sister eats her bent-over ass.

"We're having a moment," Mom chides Eleanor, "don't ruin it."

"You two can have all the moments you want when you're alone," Eleanor smiles lazily, "but this is a group activity, and you're being antisocial."

Mom gives Eleanor a cross look, and then relaxes her gaze.

"She's right, Pumpkin," Mom says, "I'm being greedy with you."

"It's you we're actually interested in," Eleanor chuckles to Mom, "you're still fresh meat, and we all want a taste."

SIERRA

It amazes me how fast my old skills came back. When Laurie had her way with me, I was reserved, fearful, and still reeling from the realization that I was going to fuck my children. Now that I've got my old swagger, and Tom wrapped around my finger, I think it's time to pay my insolent bitch of a daughter back. Unfortunately, I can't do that if I'm trapped in my affectionate lust for my son; I need some energy from him to get me in the vengeful mood.

"Hey, Pumpkin," I moan in his ear as I clench my pussy around his wonderful heat, "I need you to be a little mean to me; do you think you can do that?"

Tom seems to mull the idea over in his head, and then looks back at me. "How mean?" he asks.

"He can be a downright bastard if you want him to." Eleanor smiles, and ruffles his curly hair.

"I'm going to hate-fuck your little sister, Pumpkin," I smile evilly to Tom, "and I need you to get me in the mood for it."

"I think I know just the thing," Tom chuckles, and then runs his finger up the crack of my ass, "but if everyone is going to share you, my options are rather limited."

"Oh?" I laugh, and spread myself for his fingers. "Do you want to fuck your Mommy in the ass?"

I watch Tom's face darken to a hedonistic, hungry hue. He pushes three fingers inside me, and curls them until it hurts. I shiver in sexual angst; so, this is the man Laurie was talking about. This isn't my Pumpkin.

"That's it," I whisper as I feel his dominant energy sink into me, "that's exactly what I need."

Tom pulls up sharply, and presses his mouth to mine. He doesn't kiss me like he did before, and I don't either. I don't melt in the heat of his domineering lust like Laurie; I burn hot with him. Our mouths consume each other and our tongues battle between them. We entangle our hands in each other's hair and pull the strands until it hurts just right. I peek out of the corner of my eye to see Laurie staring up from Eleanor's ass with worry in her eyes. That's right, Sweetie; you're not the alpha bitch you thought you were.

We part from the kiss, smile in mutual respect, and then I rotate around on his cock, and bend over. He rises behind me, and I pull away and crawl over to my daughter.

"Hey, Sweetie," I sing with venom in my voice, "Ellie tells me you want to share me."

Laurie pulls her lips away from Eleanor's asshole and puts on her best seductive face. She slinks her body gracefully to her back, and raises an eyebrow as she spreads her legs. I hook my hands to her thighs, and rip her body underneath me. Her confident façade falters at the surprising strength of my pull, and I see the apprehension behind her eyes. Perfect.

"Tom," I say to my son as I burrow my gaze into my daughter, "fuck me."

Tom grabs my hips, lines up his shot, and pushes all seven inches of himself deep into my ass. I growl as I feel my sphincter envelope about his cock, and my tight insides separate for his girth. God, that's good. He's not nice to me; he slaps my ass hard with the violent drive of his hips, sending ripples of delectable fat up my backside with each ferocious impact. The hits sting deep into my nethers and mingle with the piercing, beautiful pain of my penetration. I take a moment to indulge in his brutality, and then level my gaze at my daughter.

"You didn't take it this good when he did it to you, did you?" I smile at her as moans flow from my mouth, "I bet you were screaming like a whore."

"She was," Eleanor says as she snakes her body next to mine, "she told Tom she was his personal anal slave."

"What kind of a daughter did I raise?" I smirk at her as I watch the fear brim in her eyes, "That would submit herself so willingly to a man?"

"Your daughter," Laurie spits, "like mother, like daughter, you son-fucking slut."

"That's not very nice," I chuckle as my right hand travels between us, "are you trying to get a rise out of me?"

"I think she wants you to hurt her," Eleanor whispers, "she's a masochist at heart."

"And you?" I ask Eleanor as I slide my hand between my daughter's legs.

"I'm whatever you want me to be, Sierra." Eleanor smiles.

"I'm in need of a mistress," I smile, gasping my words as Tom's cock sends electric pleasure into my colon, "to help me train my little, anal, whore."

I pinch my fingers together, and push my entire fist into my daughter's ass. Her eyes flash open, and she screams just like I want her to. I feel her warm, tender, anal skin gripping my fist like a vice, and I feel the pain and pleasure-induced contraction of her rectum. Eleanor doesn't miss a beat. She places her palms flat on either side of Laurie's pussy, and spreads them apart, opening my daughter for me to look inside. I see her vaginal floor bulge with my fist from the other side; I see the red, glistening, flesh ripple with the indentations of my thrusting knuckles. Eleanor marvels at the sight for a moment, and then pushes her fist inside.

"FUUUCK!" Laurie screams, her arms flailing to her sides, her hands clutching desperately at the bedding, and her head grinding into the sheets as her back arches in a sudden wrench, "OH GOD!"

"She really is a masochist, isn't she?" I laugh to Eleanor, "Do you want to hold hands?"

Eleanor turns her palm flat against mine, and we curl our fingertips against each other inside my daughter. Laurie's mouth gapes wide, her eyes tremble, and she croaks out a soundless, breathless tone. I can tell by the twitches of her rectum and the flow of her nectar, that she fucking loves it.

"You really can't help yourself, can you?" I muse, barely containing my own pleasure as Tom continues to slap me to the beat of his sodomy, "You really are a masochistic whore, aren't you?"

"YES!" Laurie wails, tears filtering from her eyes, her petite breasts jiggling to the violent heaves of her chest, "I'm just your little, anal whore!"

"God, that was easy," I mock, now unable to contain the gasps and pants of my own pleasure, "I'll have to teach you to take it with some grace."

"Teach me, Mommy!" Laurie cries, grinding her hips involuntarily around the fists inside her.

So, I do. Eleanor and I drive our fists into my whore daughter as Tom fucks my ass into a ruined gape of sinful euphoria. I grind and rotate around him as exerted growls rumble from my chest. Laurie's lower abdomen begins to distend with the imprint of Eleanor's fist. I'm shocked at how deep we can both go, but Laurie never tells us to stop; she just begs us to go deeper. I'm halfway up my forearm by the time I feel the telltale convulsions rip through her. Eleanor and I increase our thrusts to a fervent cadence, and Laurie screams a fluctuating note of abject ecstasy. She writhes, twists, thrust her pelvis into the air, and then comes in a screech of profanity. She showers us with her juices, and Eleanor and I kiss in the heat of her orgasm. For a moment, I'm lost in the feel of Eleanor's mouth. She kisses with the hedonism of a harlot, but there's a hint of something more behind her oral touch. A ferocious drive of Tom's hips sends his cock deeper than ever, and rips me from the trance I was in. Eleanor gives me knowing smile as I look inquisitively into her eyes, and then the pleasure takes hold of me, and I'm lost to the lust.

"Tom," I scream, "Come in my pussy!"

Tom pulls out of my ass, and I barely hold myself in. He slides his filthy cock along my taint, and pushes it back into my slit. I clench around him and make him fight for every inch inside me, and he breaks my defenses with perfect resolve. I pull my hand out of Laurie, and her anal skin sheaths around my withdrawal. She cries out in glee, and I stare into her eyes as I lick her ass off my fingers, before rising to my son. I press my back to his lurching chest and link my hands together around his neck. My spine arches, my abdomen stretches, and my breasts jut forward and jiggle violently to the rhythm of our sex. Eleanor and Laurie crawl to me on the bed. They rise to my chest, take a nipple apiece, and suck me as I ascend to a mindless orgasm.

Wet, warm mouths drawing deliciously from my nipples. Their saliva secretes around the nodes, and their lips pull gently with slurping, liquid sounds. They permeate warming tingles into my chest, and their gentle pleasures contrast the violent euphoria of my womanhood. I leak nectar from my defiled folds as his heat pushes inside. He drives into me so deeply, and stretches me to near-painful levels, but even though he's rough, he's not entirely in control. I'm his mother, and I know how to tame his wildness. My supple cheeks squish against his pelvis, and the soft flesh deforms and spreads my warmth into his loins. My fingers play delicately into the soft curls of his hair, and tickle his neck in the comforting way I did when he was a child. I feel his roughness subside, and the edges of his lust smooth in the tenderness of my motherly affection. I feel his panting breath ease on my neck, and his coarse stubble brush gently against my cheek. That's it, Pumpkin; come back to me. Fuck me like you love me, not like you hate me. He slows down, but he keeps his ardency. We grind together in smooth, deep motions; our hips rocking, our abdomens stretching and flexing, my hands wrapped behind his neck, and his lips pressed against mine. I feel the pressure in my nethers rise. I pull my hands from his neck, and entangle my fingers in the brown curls of my daughter, and the red strands of her friend. I draw their faces deeper to my breasts, and feel their noses push into the dark skin of my areolas. They're trapped in the passion of my sex, and move with the same liquid, feminine grace I move to. Their fingers caress me along my folds, and their thumbs take turns playing with my clit. My nectar secretes on their elegant digits, and the pressure grows. Tom's breath is heavy on me, his chest is rising with deeper inhales, and his cock is throbbing with uncontrollable spasms. I feel my own spasms ratcheting up my spine, and my moans rise to a song of cries. My hips no longer move smoothly, but lurch to the whim of my pleasure. My back no longer presses flat, but arches from his body to the power of my lust. I'm no longer in control of myself, and I no longer care. The pressure rises, and rises. Tom growls and moans, and I sing out a final, desperate, scream. We burst. He blows into me, erupting his hot seed deep into my womb. I spray a fountain of my release all over my daughter and her friend, and they moan in mutual satisfaction. They're touching each other, and they come soon after. All four us form a harmony of ecstasy, and then fall to the bedding, regaining ourselves, but still slaves to the feeling of it all.

"Holy shit!" Tom gasps, his cock still in my pussy, "Mom, you're amazing."

"You're very good yourself, Pumpkin," I smile back, and then turn to Laurie, "and so are you, Sweetie."

"I thought I was your anal whore?" Laurie chides with a smile on her face as she traces a finger around Eleanor's nipple.

"You're just so many different things," I smirk lazily, "what I complicated young lady you are."

"I'm curious," Tom whispers to me, and kisses my neck, "about what Ellie said to convince you to do this."

"I'd also like to know," Laurie says, looking at the redhead in her arms, "what did you say, Ellie?"

"Oh," Eleanor smiles knowingly to me, "all sorts of things."

"You're a manipulative cunt," I chuckle, "I almost think you planned this whole thing out."

"Don't give me too much credit, Sierra," Eleanor smiles slyly, "it wouldn't have worked if you weren't such an easy mark."

I stick my tongue out at her, and she gives me a wink.

"What does she mean by that?" Tom asks me. I sigh, and shift against him, gasping slightly as I feel his cock push deeper inside me.

"Well, when I was younger" I start, "I was… a lot like Ellie is now."

"A complete whore?" Laurie laughs, and Eleanor simply shrugs.

"Yes," I confess, "a total whore. I fucked my way through half the sophomore class just because I wanted to. The jocks, the nerds, the grunge kids, and the punk kids; everyone had their turn with me. I even fucked a few cheerleaders on a bet, and that's when I found out I didn't mind pussy."

"And somewhere along the line," Eleanor chuckles, "you got pregnant with Tommy."

"Bradley was different," I sigh, "I actually wanted him as a person, and that's why I kept going back to him. That's why you two have the same father."

"You never told us why he left," Laurie says, watching me closely, "was it because you cheated?"

"Yes," I say, dropping my eyes, "I was twenty-three, and realizing what being married really meant. I couldn't stand the idea of being with just one man, so I went out, and fucked everything up. Word got around, and that was that."

"We don't blame you, Mom," Tom says, "we just wish you were honest with us."

"I couldn't even be honest with myself," I say, feeling tears starting to well in my eyes, "I'm so sorry."

"Hey," Laurie says sharply, "you didn't make him abandon us, he left on his own. He could've taken us on weekends or the summer or something, but he just washed his hands of us, and that was it. That's on him, Mom, not you."

"Do you even know where he is?" Eleanor asks.

"Des Moines," I say, "works at a mill. He's remarried; some twenty-something bitch named Audrie."

"Hmm." Eleanor hums, smiling slyly. She looks back at Laurie, and whispers something in her ear. I see Laurie raise an eyebrow, and then curl her mouth into a devilish smile.

"What?" I ask.

"Ellie and I were just thinking," Laurie says with the seduction back in her voice, "that the four of us should go have a family reunion in Des Moines."

"What?!" I nearly scream.

"I would love to meet this Audrie." Tom says behind me, and I feel him grow rock hard inside me.

"And I would just love to see Daddy again." Laurie giggles. Tom begins to thrust again, and Laurie and Eleanor crawl over to me. I sigh, spread my legs, and make a mental note to take time off work for a long weekend. Looks like we're going to Iowa..

75 B3

READ THIS FIRST! (The story reaches it's climactic finale as teenage siblings, Laurie and Tom, meet their step-mother, Audrie, and reunite with their father, Bradley. CAPITAL NAMES mean the story is being told from that person's perspective. This one's pretty long, so it's split into three subchapters. Please leave comments and constructive criticism.)

Part One: Be Nice to Your Step Mom

TOM

"Is that the house?" I ask Mom as I pull along the curb of the quiet Des Moines cul-de-sac. Mom looks out of the passenger window and nods.

"He still has the black Explorer," Mom says, gesturing to the truck in the driveway, "you were conceived in the back seat, Tom."

"That's more information than I needed." I reply. Mom gives me an exaggerated look of shock, and I smile.

"What about me?" Laurie perks up from the back seat.

"You were made behind the dumpster of a Hardee's Jr, Sweetie," Mom smirks back at her daughter, "and the best versions of you ended up on my back."

"You don't want the best versions of me," Laurie sniggers as she runs her hands through the coils of Mom's hair, "you like the worst version too much."

Mother and daughter lock eyes with each other over the front seat of the van. From the shoulders up, the picture of the two almost looks like a mirror image; both women baring strikingly similar facial features and expressions. Their curly, brown hair, big, blue eyes, cut jawline, high cheekbones, pointed nose, and full, pale lips are nearly identical, but move lower, and you can see where mother and daughter differ. Laurie is well shaped, but lean and sleek, while Mom's curves border on exaggeration. And though the two are sexually different, their eyes share the same carnal hunger, and their mouths express the same seductive smirk. They move together, their lips part, their tongues entwine, and their fingers slink into the curls of each other's auburn hair.

"Hey, Sierra," Eleanor pipes-in from the back seat, "is that Bradley?"

Mom whips her head to the side, and stares out the passenger window. Through the reflection of the glass, I see the dim features of her face express melancholy longing. I look over her shoulders, and see my dad for the first time in over a decade. Holy shit, it's like looking in a mirror. Save for the bald spot on the crown of his head, and the muscle on his arms, he's a spitting image of myself. He walks out the front door, and gets into the Explorer. A woman follows him out, and waves as he pulls from the driveway. Goddamn, Dad; you sure know how to pick 'em. Audrie is twenty-seven years of tan skin, blonde hair, and a body you could paint on a warship. Her breasts slope from her chest in perfect proportionality to her statuesque frame, and perch high and full above a flat abdomen toned with soft muscle beneath a tight top. Her back curves in a graceful arc down her length, and ends in a pair of leggings that leave nothing to the imagination. The fabric stretches and clings to the gravity-defying fullness of her backside, whose domes crease perfectly about the thigh in two, smiling folds. She's wearing hooped earrings that dangle from between strands of long, platinum hair, and her face bares the soft features of rosy cheeks, luscious, pink lips, a narrow nose, and grey, clear irises shining from big, oval eyes.

"You guys know the plan," Eleanor whispers to Laurie and me, "you two go in there and have fun with your step mom, and Sierra and I will go deal with Bradley."

"You're going to have to help us on this one," I say to Eleanor, "I don't think Laurie and I can handle a woman like that on our own."

"Just because she's a hot piece, doesn't mean she's a hard mark," Eleanor chuckles, "you got me in bed, and if I may be so bold, I think I'm rather attractive."

"You're a shameless slut, Ellie," I smirk, "it was just a matter of time before I got my turn."

Eleanor pouts her full, red lips in mock indignation. Her green eyes sparkle mischievously from her freckled, pixie-like face, whose innocent structure acts as a perverse mask for the lecherous mind behind it. Her crimson hair bows inwardly about her cheeks, accentuating the girlishness of her portrait, but the innocent façade does not extend to her body. Large, pale breasts protrude vulgarly from the cut neckline of her t-shirt, and her thick legs widen into a set of glutes that burst lasciviously from her plaid skirt. Eleanor is a slut, she'd be the first to tell you that, but she is so much more. I've never met someone who can read a person like Eleanor can; she gleans more from a single glance than most could from an extensive conversation. If Laurie and I are going to take Audrie on our own, we'll need some help from our redheaded harlot.

"Alright," Eleanor says, and glances out the window. She studies the woman across the street for a moment, and then turns back to me, "what can you tell me about her?"

I look at the beautiful blonde on her porch, and can't see past the ass and titties. I'm a simple man, what can I say?

"A hot piece of ass." I reply, and catch a scornful look from Mom and Laurie.

"Let me help you." Eleanor says with a roll of her eyes, and gestures to my step-mom, "She drives a Prius, with a Bernie Sanders bumper sticker. She has a 'peace' flag in the window, a 'legalize it' sign in the yard, and a rainbow tire cover in the driveway. She has a UCLA t-shirt, but a John Deere hat on. It's Thursday, and she's in her house at ten AM. What does that tell you about her?"

"She's… a democrat?" I ask stupidly.

"No shit, Sherlock," Eleanor snorts, "since you're such a fucking genius, I'll just tell you. Audrie is a classic example of a country girl who 'found herself' in a big-city college. She was the hottest bitch in a small town high school, thought she was too good for the place, and applied to UCLA. Only when she got to L.A, she realized she was just a small fish in a big pond. Her rural heritage didn't jive with the hot, urban sentiments of her peers, and her superiority complex vanished. Audrie felt insecure for the first time in her life, so what did she do? She reinvented herself to fit in. She cast away her country roots, and dove into the progressive college experience with both feet. She sexually overcompensated because she wanted to experience everything, and she chose a major like Women's Studies or some shit because all the sudden she was an activist, just like the trendy, urban peers she desperately wanted to impress. She had the time of her life, and those four years she spent in UCLA defined her. But then she graduated, and realized that a liberal art's major doesn't pay off student loans. She moved back to Iowa, and latched onto the first man with a stable income she could find: your dad. Now, she spends her days doing yoga and bitching about Trump on the internet. But do you know what the most important thing about Audrie is? She's bored."

I stare blankly at Eleanor, both amazed and a little scared at how well she just read a woman she'd never met. Eleanor grins broadly at me, and then kisses me on the neck, places a single finger on my cheek, and turns my attention back to the woman in the doorway.

"I think it's time I take the training wheels off and let my students fend for themselves," she whispers seductively, her lips tickling my ear, "Why don't you and Laurie give Audrie some excitement?"

AUDRIE

Congratulations on finally getting your GED, I type furiously into the youtube comment section, you can put it right next to your NRA certificate. You know, it's people like you that are the reason this country-

A knock on the door interrupts my self-righteous monologue, and I break my attention from the five paragraphs I was planning to write. Fucking girl scouts; I had a whole dissertation to drop on that ignorant asshole. I walk across the kitchen, open the door, and my jaw almost hits the floor. Holy shit, it's a young Bradley. The hair, the eyes, the frame; it's all there.

"Hey," the young man smiles easily, "are you Audrie Baker?"

"Y-y-yes!" I stammer, still stupefied at what I'm looking at, "How can I help you?"

"I'm Tom Baker," the man says (of course he is!), "and this is my sister, Laurie."

I barely noticed the girl standing next to him. She's about five inches shorter than myself, brown haired, blue-eyed, and wearing a very risqué plaid skirt and button-up shirt.

"Can we come in?" she asks, smiling with the same easy smile as her brother.

"Of course!" I yell, a little too eagerly, "Come in, come in!"

I usher my step-children into the room, my heart beating with excitement. I'd always heard about Tom and Laurie from Bradley, but the only pictures he has of them are of when they were barely older than toddlers. I finally get a chance to meet the mysterious part of his past! This is the most exciting thing to happen to me since I watched the Game of Thrones trailer!

"Make yourselves at home!" I say, gesturing grandly to the minimalist living room, "I'll get you guys something to drink; beer?" I ask, knowing they're underage. It seems like a desperate attempt to show them I'm 'cool,' and it is, but I really want these kids to like me.

"Sure," Tom smiles, "got any Bud?"

"No Bud here," I say, "only craft. You ever have an IPA before?"

"What's an IPA?" Laurie asks.

"Indian Pale Ale," I say with a bit too much smugness, "you'll love it, trust me."

I walk into the kitchen, very pleased with myself. I'm going to be the awesome step-mom who lets them drink, and knows about trendy microbreweries. Maybe I should offer them some weed? Do they smoke weed? Of course they do, they're high school kids. I pull the bottles from the fridge, and take out the bag from the drawer.

"You just missed your dad," I say as I pop the caps and pack a bowl, "by like, ten seconds. I can give him a call if you want."

"No," Tom's voice says from the living room, "we'd like it to be a surprise."

I finish packing the weed into the bowl, grab the frosty pale ales, and walk into the living room. Tom and Laurie are sitting on the couch together, and I notice Laurie briskly pull her hand away from his as I step into the room. I hand them each their beverages and then coyly show them the pipe I had behind my back.

"I don't know if you guys partake," I say slyly as I gently pad the top of the herb, "but I wouldn't be a good host if I didn't offer."

"I do," Laurie says brightly, accepting the pipe in her hands and giving me an appraising smile (fuck yeah, cool step-mom status confirmed!), before looking at her older brother, "I don't know about Tom though."

"I've never done it," Tom says, looking at the weed apprehensively, "I like to keep a clear mind."

"You don't have to if you don't want to, no peer pressure." I say warmly as I sit on the couch next to Laurie, "But it's an indica strain, which means it's like a body high, and won't mess with your head."

Laurie lights the corner of the bowl, and inhales until the cherry glows brightly against her face. She takes a smooth exhale without any coughing, and I see her expression begin to droop slightly. She gives me a blissful smile and then passes me the pipe. I expertly corner the bowl, inhale, hold it in, and let it out slowly, before passing it to Tom. Tom looks nervously at the pipe, and Laurie puts a comforting hand on his upper thigh. His composure relaxes, and he accepts my offer. I smile inwardly; I get to be Tom's first experience with marijuana. Cool step-mom status just got elevated to 'awesome.'

"So," I say, as Tom's virgin lungs hack up smoke, "tell me all about yourselves; I want to hear everything."

Laurie gives me the synopsis of her life as we burn the weed between us. I learn that she's on the varsity gymnastics team, that she's a closeted metalhead, and that she's currently applying to USC, UCLA, Nebraska, and Boise State. I unabashedly tell her to go to UCLA (go Bruins!), recant the tale of how I met her father, and bitch about Donald Trump a little bit. Tom isn't much of a talker, and elects to let Laurie and I carry most of the conversation. I glean a bit of information from him; he's going to Nebraska, he likes videogames and he's interested in programming, but he mostly remains an intriguing mystery to me. After a half hour, a case of beer, and three bowls of weed, I notice that I'm a little too drunk and a little too high, and so are Laurie and Tom.

"Oh, fuck," Tom groans, and barely makes it to his feet, "bathroom!"

Tom hurriedly rushes to the bathroom as Laurie tries to get up to help him. She sways dangerously to the side, overcorrects, and then falls awkwardly on top of me.

"Oh my god, I'm so irresponsible!" I laugh, "Your father is going to kill me!"

"I can walk!" Laurie laughs embarrassedly, before failing another attempt, and landing face-first into my lap.

"You are such a light weight!" I cackle, "You're going to have to work on that before you go to UCLA."

"Fuck that, go Trojans!" Laurie yells mirthfully, her voice muffled as she talks against my belly.

"I will disown you if you go to USC!" I cry as she raises her head from my lap.

"You can't tell me what to do," Laurie grins, "you're not my real mom."

"I was wondering when youd pull that shit." I smirk, crinkling my nose.

"My real mommy lets me do anything I want," Laurie says in a baby voice, "and the Bruins fucking suck."

"You little bitch!" I laugh, and throw her off me and onto her back. Laurie laughs gleefully as she sprawls on the couch, her skirt hiking up dangerously past her thighs. I pounce on her in a fit of playfulness and begin tickling and prodding her into a writhing mess of flailing arms and legs.

"Tom!" Laurie yells, "Tom, Audrie is beating me!"

"Shh! Shh! Shh!" I giggle as I clasp a hand over her mouth, "Shut the fuck up!"

Laurie licks the palm of my hand, and I pull it back in revulsion.

"You nasty little girl!" I exclaim through bursts of laughter.

"You have no idea." Laurie giggles, and then her demeanor changes. The playful curl of her lips subsides into an easy, expectant smile. Her wide-eyed drunkenness softens into a half-lidded gaze. I'm suddenly very aware of the position of our bodies; my legs entwined with hers, my breasts squishing against her petite bust. Her hands are raised above her head and splayed lazily open, and mine are gently gripping her at the waist. How the fuck did this happen?

"I, uhh…" I say awkwardly as I attempt to sit up in my drunken state, "this is weird."

"It doesn't seem weird to me at all," Laurie whispers, and raises her leg so that it bends at the knee, allowing our crotches to push together, "and it seemed very natural for you. You really did have fun in college, didn't you?"

"I did," I giggle, and instinctively separate my legs about her thigh, "but those days are behind me."

"They don't have to be," Laurie says, and shifts her body so that we press together from thigh to breast, "it can be our little secret."

"I'm a married woman," I say, unable to stop myself from breathing heavily in anticipation, "and you're my step-daughter."

"Doesn't that just make it so much hotter?" Laurie whispers. I smile lustfully, and almost kiss her right there, but I stop myself. No, I cannot do this. Laurie is drunk, underaged, and the daughter of my husband. I am a faithful wife. I struggle to lift myself off her, but my drunken limbs don't cooperate.

"Whoa," Tom's voice says from the threshold, "I clearly missed something."

"Audrie was trying to convince me to go to UCLA," Laurie smiles at her brother, "her recruitment methods are a bit unorthodox, but she's making a compelling argument."

"This is not what it looks like," I smile bashfully at Tom, "we were just having some fun."

"Clearly." Tom smiles easily to me, and walks toward us. I manage to ease myself upright from Laurie and try to make room on the couch for Tom, but he doesn't sit in the vacant spot I've provided for him. No, Tom stops in front of us, leans forward, and kisses Laurie. Not a kiss on the cheek or the forehead, but an open-lipped, passionate entwining of tongues. What the fuck. They pull from each other, their gazes locked in their love and lust, and then they turn their sapphire irises on me.

"Our family is a little different than others," Laurie says as she unbuttons Tom's fly, and my heart skips a beat, "and a lot of people can't accept that, but you're not like them, Audrie."

"You've been so open and caring with us," Tom says, unbuckling his belt, and my stomach knots, "there's no judgement with you."

"We feel safe with you," Laurie smiles warmly as she reaches into Tom's pants, and my breath quickens, "we feel like we can be ourselves around you."

I like to think I'm a sexually open-minded person; I've had sex with men, women, and all different combinations of the two, and I'm a firm believer that anything done between consenting partners is fair game, but this… this is new to me. It seems that in my quest to make Tom and Laurie like me, and not view me as the home-wrecking cunt who stole their father, I inadvertently made them a little too comfortable with me. My first reaction was shock, but my second reaction is quite different. My step-children trust me so much that they are willing to show a part of themselves they keep hidden from the world. Isn't that the greatest expression of love? Isn't that something only family can do? Their confidence in me is endearing, and I must admit, their relationship is… exciting.

"You can be yourselves around me," I smile as I lean back on the couch, "there's no judgement here."

"Should we get a room?" Laurie asks, her eyes watching me knowingly, "We wouldn't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

"No," I say, feeling my words slip with tremors of excitement, "you're fine where you are."

"Do you like to watch?" Tom smiles as his pants drop, and I see what Laurie is holding in her hand.

"I'm certainly not participating," I smirk, staring unabashedly at the bulging gift between his legs, "I am a faithful wife. Just pretend I'm not here."

Laurie strokes Tom until he's engorged in her hand. She looks up at him with a lustful expression of youthful excitement, and he looks down at her with a love so desperate it makes my heart ache. She leans forward, and plants a tender kiss on the tip of his cock. He runs a hand through her delightful curls and guides her forward. Laurie separates her pouting lips and wraps them around him as he inches his way into her mouth. She closes her eyes and savors the taste of him as her neck begins to bulge with his girth. She takes him all the way in, and Tom's head falls back in bliss. She gags a little, showing her inexperience, but she doesn't pull him out. She holds him deeply, and rotates her lips against his pelvis; her nose squishing into the flesh of his lower abdomen as lines of saliva drip from her mouth. I spread my legs, and push my hand under my waistband.

She pulls away from him, her lips sucking so tightly that her blushing cheeks stretch from her face. She watches him from the tops of her eyes as she does it, gaging his reaction and adjusting for his needs. Her hand slinks between his legs, and gently massages his balls as she rotates her lips about his crease. Tom's grip on her head tightens, and he begins to pull her toward him. Laurie places her palms flat against his thighs, and tries to push back, but he forces her to take him in. I almost yell at him, but then I notice the expression in her eyes. They're partially rolled-back, and brimming with primal want; she likes it like this. I ease back into the couch, and glide my fingers through the moist petals of my erogeneity.

Tom forces his sister's head forward again, and again, and again. Every brutal pass down his length causes Laurie to gag, and her eyes to well with tears. Wet, pained gurgles permeate from her mouth, but she dutifully keeps her lips locked, and sucking. She stops trying to resist him with her hands, and instead brings them between her own legs. From my view on the couch, I can see the dark stain down the length of her laced panties. She drives her fingers down her skirt, and I see them writhing chaotically beneath the fabric of her undergarment. Her hips shift, her legs quiver, and her mouth hums muffled tones of desperate pleasure between the gags and sucks. The sounds coming from her would be screams of delight were her mouth not occupied, but as they are, they sound like the pleading tones of a gagged captive. I push my fingers inside myself, and gasp.

"Don't you fucking stop, Laurie," Tom growls as he holds his sister against his pelvis, her body writhing in pleasure and discomfort, "take me in like the little whore you are."

Laurie seems to melt in the degradation of his words. Her back arches, her legs spread, and her skirt hikes past her hips. She glances at me from the bottom of her eyes, and pushes her panties to the side before giving me a little wink. She forks her fingers about her dripping pussy lips, and spreads them wide as she defiles herself in front of me. I push my fingers deeper into myself, and furiously work my thumb along my clit as I watch her. So, this is who she really is. You never really know someone until you take them to bed, and now I know who Tom and Laurie truly are. Tom is a controlling, borderline abusive lover, and Laurie is a submissive masochist. Interesting.

Tom finally pulls out of his sister, and Laurie reels forward in a chorus of grateful, desperate breaths. Tom grabs her by the hair and rips her head backward. Her face is flushed, streaked with eyeliner, and wet with strained tears, but when he pulls her hair, her smile is devious, bright and lustful. An animalistic laugh that almost sounds like a growl flows from her lecherous lips, and brother and sister kiss in hedonistic passion; their mouths devouring each other as their bodies press.

"Audrie," Toms says looking down at Laurie, and then over at me, "do you still want to just watch?"

"I'm just a spectator," I smile, my words mingling with a moan as I touch myself, "don't let me interrupt you."

"Well then," Tom says and pulls Laurie back by the hips, "what do you want me to do to her?"

"We want to know what makes you tick, Audrie," Laurie smiles at me, her expression a disheveled mess of frayed hair and smeared makeup, "we want to know the real Audrie."

"Will you do anything I want?" I ask, hooking my free thumb into the waistband of my leggings and pulling them down.

"Anything," Laurie grins crookedly, "what twisted fantasies does Audrie Baker have in that head of hers?"

This is new and exciting. Not only do I have the privilege of watching siblings engage in the forbidden, but I get to dictate how they do it. I'm ashamed to say that I've spent a pathetic amount of time flicking the bean in front of a computer screen since marriage, and my tastes have turned voyeuristic as a result. I like participating as much as the next gal, but there's something about watching that gives you a feeling of… power.

"Tom," I say sweetly to my step-son, "could you hit her for me?"

Laurie gives me a shocked look, and I respond with an apologetic smile. Tom takes a grip of his sister's curls, turns her face to him, and then slaps her hard across the cheek. Her head whips to the side as a yelp blasts from her mouth. She stares at me, touching a hand to the red print on her cheek, her eyes welling in tears, and her gaping lips quivering as shallow, rapid breaths flow between them. Then, her eyes widen in realization, and the corners of her mouth curl in an astounded smile.

"You liked that, didn't you?" I smirk at her.

"I've never been hit like that," Laurie says, the excitement edging in her voice, "oh my god…"

"I can tell you like it rough," I say, deepening my penetration as tones of my arousal mix with my words, "now, take off your clothes, but leave the skirt on."

Tom pulls off his shirt as Laurie begins fumbling with the buttons of her own. It's obvious that she's delaying on purpose, and Tom gets frustrated, and gives her what she wants. He grabs her by the neck of her collared button-up, and rips it down the middle, causing a spray of buttons to clatter against the floor. Laurie laughs gleefully as her petite breasts jiggle from her body, and the remains of her shirt fall from her dainty, bare shoulders.

"Hit her again," I command, joining my hands together between my legs as I arch my back against the seat, "and choke her."

Tom grabs his sister by the throat, and she returns his violence with a challenging, lustful smile. He slaps the smile off her face, and her head whips to the side. Though the mirth has left her expression, the arousal is shining from her eyes. She bites her lip, grinds her thighs together, and then faces her brother again, curling the same challenging smile across her mouth. He hits her again, and again, and again. Every slap sends her hair flailing in a bounce of coils, and her head reeling to the side, but it also prompts moans to mix with her yelps, and her thighs to grind together with increasingly desperate need. When Laurie is begging for more, and her inner thighs are soaked with the nectar of her want, I order her brother to cease the abuse.

"Now," I say pushing three fingers from each hand inside myself, "tie her hands behind her back."

Tom takes Laurie's shirt, and she places her wrists together behind her. Her sapphire eyes brim with excitement, and she gives me a lip-biting smile as her brother binds her.

"I don't like that smug look you have," I smirk at Laurie, "Tom, gag your whore sister."

"You do it." Tom says as he winds his sister's shirt into a rope. I open my mouth to object, but the cold look in his eyes stops my words against my teeth. That's not the look of someone you say 'no' to. That's the look he gives Laurie that makes her do the depraved things he desires. It's the look that makes her love getting slapped in the face and choked. It's a look that could make me cheat on my husband if I'm not careful; it's not a look he inherited from his father.

"Ok, Tom," I say as I withdraw my hands from myself, and bend forward to Laurie, "but this is as far as I'll go; I'm a married woman, after all."

"Of course," Tom says, the look vanishing from his face, and the easy smile reappearing, "my hands are just full at the moment."

I look Laurie in the eye as I hook my fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, and pull them down her legs. Strings of her juices glisten in the light and cling to the fabric, before stretching and snapping as I pull her panties further. I take them off, and smile into her blue eyes as Tom binds her wrists behind her.

"Open your mouth." I command, and she does, the corners of her gaping lips quirking in excitement. I push the filthy panties into her mouth, and she graciously accepts them, moaning delectably as she savors the taste of herself. Tom pulls his sister's arms back behind her, prompting Laurie to whimper a muffled tone of discomfort, and pinch her shoulders back, allowing her petite breasts to jut forward from her delicate frame. Tom finishes off the last knot, and then rests his chin on his sister's shoulder, and looks right into my eyes.

"Ok Audrie," he smiles his easy, panty-dropping grin, "what do you want me to do to her?"

"Hmm," I muse, tracing my fingers down Laurie's thighs, reveling in the control I have over her, "a filthy whore like this doesn't deserve to be fucked in the pussy…"

I look squarely into Laurie's eyes, and see the anticipation building behind her sapphire irises. She doesn't want it in the pussy, does she? No, Laurie likes the depraved, and the perverse; she wants it where it hurts.

"A filthy little whore wants it in her filthy little hole, doesn't she?" I grin at Laurie, and she nods enthusiastically.

"Tom," I say, lying back into my arm of the couch, and sliding my hands between my legs, "fuck your little sister's asshole."

I expected Tom to ease her into it. I expected him to bend her over, and push in slowly until she acclimated to the pressure. That's how every partner I ever had did it when I was feeling frisky with my backdoor, but that's not what Tom does. Tom picks Laurie up by the thighs, swings his legs under her, and then impales his poor little sister on his cock. Her back wrenches in a curve, her head reels behind her shoulders, her abdomen tenses, and she screams a muffled tone of agonized ecstasy. Her pussy glistens with the arousal of her abuse, and her thighs quiver in their splayed positions outside of Tom's legs. I can see the base of his thick cock wrapped in the tight, stretched rim of Laurie's asshole, and I can see the way she's clenching around him; she fucking loves it.

Tom grips his sister's ass, spreading her open as his fingers sink into the supple flesh. He shifts his weight backward so that Laurie is forced to lean against his abdomen, and I'm allowed an excellent view of what he's doing to her. He pulls out, and I see a small length of her anal flesh stretch and distend from her hole, sheathing his cock in a thin membrane of pink, glistening skin. Laurie shrieks a sobbing plea for more; her eyes wide and trembling, and her lips sucking around her panties. Tom pulls to his crease, and spreads Laurie wide enough that she gapes around him, allowing me to look inside my step daughter. I'm rubbing my clit furiously, bringing myself to the brink of orgasm, and then slowing down, wanting to come when they do.

Tom begins to fuck his sister. His drives are long and rapid, forcing every inch of himself into his sister's widening rim as she flails to the rhythm of his lust on top of him. Her breasts jiggle and deform to her shifting momentum, her hair bounces behind her in a mess of curls, and her shoulders tense and twist as she struggles for purchase with her bound hands. Tom slides his hands from his sister's cheeks, to her thighs, and pulls her legs back. Her flexible gymnast body bends easily for him, and her knees are soon resting beside her ears. He locks his elbows behind her knees, brings his hands behind her, and presses them together on the back of her head, forcing her to look down at what he's doing to her. Laurie's stifled screams rise in their pitch as she watches her brother's cock disappear into her tight, pink hole. Tom's hip surge upward in a relentless jackhammer of thrusts, and Laurie's body writhes in abject pleasure, well past the point of controlling herself. She bends, curves, and shifts to his every whim, lost in the mind-breaking heat of her lust. Tom, however, is very much in control. He stares at me over his sister's shoulder, fucking her, but watching me. His gaze is cold and controlling; wanting, but not asking. It's as if his sister is but the tool of his message, and the message is very clear: this is what he wants to do to me. As I push my fingers into my pussy, and tease the rim of my ass with my pinkies, I realize, I want him to do it. I want to feel Laurie's body pressed against my own, and I want to feel Tom's raging heat inside me, but I can't do it willingly; my conscience won't let me. I'm a faithful wife, Tommy; if you want it, you're going to have to take it.

SIERRA

"This is a stupid plan!" I hiss at Eleanor as we scoot into the booth of the coffee shop.

"You're just being a pussy," Eleanor hisses back, "it will go fine unless you chicken-out."

"How do I look?" I ask, nervously adjusting my clothing.

"Like a dime, Sierra," Eleanor smiles warmly, and places a comforting hand on my thigh, "he doesn't stand a chance."

"What if he doesn't come?" I ask, feeling the panic rising in my chest, "What if he just goes straight to work?"

"I don't think we have to worry about that." Eleanor chuckles, and gestures to the opening front door. My ex-husband walks through the glass coffee shop door, looking older than I last saw him, but still every bit the man I once loved, and still do. I shrink in the booth, but Eleanor tightens her grip on my thigh, prompting me to jolt upright.

"Confidence, Sierra," she whispers, "you're still the hottest piece he ever had, Audrie be damned. Now, look at me and act like we're having a conversation, and stop staring at him."

I force myself to look at Eleanor, and we talk about nothing as Bradley goes to the counter. From the corner of my eye, I see him glance at me, and I force myself to keep my attention diverted toward the redhead in my booth. He looks away, and then does a sudden double-take. Showtime, Sierra.

"He's walking over here," Eleanor says, still nodding and smiling like we're in the midst of gossip, "do not look, and do not initiate; make him make the first move."

I can hear his footsteps approaching, and it takes every inch of my will not to turn around and look. Finally, the footsteps stop. Eleanor continues talking about nothing, and I continue to pretend to listen to her babble.

"Sierra?" Bradley's voice says from behind me, "Sierra Townsend?"

I slowly turn my head over my shoulder, and I see him. A few more lines on his face, and a bald spot on the top of his head, but still him. Still my Bradley.

"Bradley?" I ask no longer having to feign my reaction, "Holy shit, Bradley?!"

"Oh my god!" Bradley exclaims, throwing his arms out to his side and nearly spilling his coffee, "Sierra, how the hell have you been?"

I practically leap from the booth and run into his arms. He embraces me like an old friend, and I have to resist embracing him like a lover. I hug him tightly, and then pull away after the appropriate amount of contact has been made.

"Goddamn," Bradley exclaims as he looks me over, "the years have been much kinder to you then they've been to me!"

"You look great," I smile, "a little less hair, but a little more muscle." I squeeze his arm playfully, and he blushes a little.

"Yeah," he says awkwardly, feeling the top of his head, "I tried Rogaine, but after a while, I just figured there's no fighting father time. Unless you're Sierra Townsend, I guess," he laughs, gesturing broadly to me, "the ageless wonder!"

"It's still Sierra Baker," I chuckle, "and liberal amounts of makeup can hide many things."

"You kept my name?" Bradley says, astounded.

"I'm a traditionalist," I laugh, and then gesture to Eleanor, "except in some regards, I guess. Bradley, this is Eleanor O'Reilly, my fiancé."

"Your fiancé…" Bradley trails off, looking wide-eyed at the teenage bombshell grinning in the booth, "you're…"

"…a lesbian," Eleanor giggles from her seated position, "yes, Mr. Baker."

"Call me Bradley." Bradley says, still baffled at what he's looking at. Eleanor extends a hand to him, and he shakes himself from his stupor, and grasps it, "Nice to meet you."

"Care to sit down?" I ask him, gesturing to the booth, "Or are we holding you up?"

"I've got work in fifteen minutes, but those bastards owe me weeks of vacation time," Bradley says, finally regaining his smile, "we got some catching up to do, don't we?"

"We certainly do." I laugh, and sit down next to my 'fiancé.' Bradley scoots into the booth, keeping a respectful distance from the two of us. He gives Eleanor a studious once-over, and then smiles the same easy smile his children wear.

"If you don't mind me asking, Miss," Bradley says in a joking tone, "can I see your drivers license? You don't look old enough to be in this establishment."

"Bradley!" I laugh in mock embarrassment.

"We get that all the time," Eleanor chuckles to Bradley, "I am old enough to marry, but a year shy of ordering my own beer."

"Holy hell," Bradley says, "good for you, Sierra."

"Thank you, Bradley," I smile widely, and then gesture to the ring on his finger, "I see you've found someone too."

"Yeah," Bradley says, unconsciously twisting the ring, "I can't really fault you for marrying a younger woman, seeing as I did the exact same thing with Audrie. You know," Bradley says, his smile disappearing as he looks at me, "it makes a lot of sense now."

"What?" I ask, feeling my smile fade.

"How we ended up," Bradley says, and then nods to Eleanor, "and who you really are; it makes sense. You should've told me, Sierra, I would have understood."

"We don't need to dig up the past," I say, and entwine my fingers with Eleanor's, "just leave it buried; we're both better off for it."

Bradley looks long and hard at me, years of words flowing from his eyes. His expression softens, and he slaps the table in conciliation.

"You're right," he says, his smile back on his lips, "it's buried. So, how have the kids been?"

"I was hoping you'd be able to tell me yourself," I say, raising an eyebrow, "seeing as how I dropped them off at your house, and someone let them in."

"You did?!" Bradley exclaims, and then pulls out his phone, "I didn't get any messages from Audrie about it."

"They wanted to surprise you," I smile ruefully, "and it looks like I ruined it."

"Jesus H. Christ, Sierra!" Bradley nearly shouts, "I haven't seen them in ten years, and you just drop them off?!"

"There's no bad blood," I say, grasping his hand in a consoling nature, "they understand things just didn't work out, and now that they're old enough to make their own decisions, they decided they wanted to reconnect with you."

Bradley's panicked expression stays on his face a moment longer, and then relaxes into a crestfallen frown.

"You sure they don't hate me?" Bradley asks, his words barely a mumble.

"Of course not!" I laugh, and squeeze his hand, "I made sure they got your presents every Christmas, and I made sure to tell them you loved them more than anything."

"I don't even know them," Bradley mutters, still grasping my hand, "my own children are strangers to me."

"Well," I say, and place my other hand on top of his, "why don't you fix that?"

Bradley stares at the table for a while, deep in thought. His jaw muscles work like they always do when he's thinking, and his brow furrows in the same contemplative manner. Suddenly, his eyes light up, and a broad grin stretches across his face.

"You know what?" he says, squeezing my hand a final time before pulling it away, "Let's go!"

"All of us?" I ask with false alarm in my voice, "Bradley, surely you can't-"

"All of us!" Bradley says firmly, and slaps the table again, "You'll love Audrie, Sierra," and then his smile grows wicked, "you just keep your hands off her, OK?"

"Bradley!" I exclaim in mock embarrassment, and pull Eleanor close to me.

"You keep your eyes on this one, Ellie," Bradley grins as he stands up, gesturing to me, "I don't care which way she swings, Sierra is a hard one to tie down."

"Really?" Eleanor smirks at Bradley, and then runs a possessive hand up my thigh, "Because I found her quite easy to… tie down."

"Ellie," I giggle, tracing a thumb along her red lips, "you're embarrassing me."

"C'mon, lovebirds," Bradley laughs jovially, "we better get home fast; I don't trust Audrie alone with my kids for a second. She's probably got them high as a kite and campaigning for Bernie Sanders already!"

"Sure, they are," Ellie giggles, and then shows me a picture sent from Laurie, "what crazy kids."

Displayed in crystal-clear detail on Eleanor's iPhone, is Audrie Baker: her breasts squished together and pulled from the ripped neckline of her UCLA shirt, her own panties stuffed in her mouth, and my son's cock seven inches up her perfect, tan ass. I share a grin with Eleanor, and feel the anticipatory wetness between my legs. I cannot wait for this family reunion.

TOM

I can tell by the way Audrie is looking at me, that she wants it; she wants it bad. Not only does she want it, she wants it like Laurie's getting it. Audrie lies on the other arm of the couch, her black leggings pulled past her knees, her thick, tan thighs splayed open for me, and her fingers defiling her sanctity in both holes. She's moaning, stretching wantonly, and staring her grey irises from the tops of her half-lidded eyes. Three fingers from each hand glisten with her juices inside her impossibly tight slit, while her pinkies push deeply into her taught, pink rim. I growl, and push Laurie's head forward, forcing her to watch as I ravage her. She's writhing on top of me, desperately trying to break her hands from her binds, while still reveling in the nature of her captivity. She manages to spit the panties from her mouth, and her unrelenting ecstasy carries from her voice and echoes through the house.

"Oh god," she screeches, her voice tearful in shaking pleasure, "Tom, I'm coming!"

"Come for me, Laurie," Audrie moans, her knuckles whitening as she presses her fingers deeper, "come like the little anal slut you are."

I release Laurie from her headlock, and her back springs into a violent arch of concavity. I grip her by the supple fat of her ass as she grinds her hips into my pelvis, fucking herself as I pound mercilessly into her. She screams wanton pleasure and twists on me; her rectum rotating about my cock as she clenches with every muscle inside her. She's spasming and convulsing on the inside, and her inner pleasure is reflected by the lithe motion of her toned back. Her legs shoot to the side, pivot on the cushions, and drive heel-first as her entire bodies stiffens. Her bound hands press hard into my chest, her neck striates with tension, and her mouth echoes a final, pleading tone of euphoria. She comes like a fountain; showering the couch and Audrie in the nectar of her lust. She continues to drive onto my cock, and her clenching anus almost makes me lose it, but I manage to hold fast. I pound the last of myself into her, and her shrill tones subside to panting, breathy whimpers. She collapses on me; her warm body slick against mine, her disheveled hair tickling my face, and her dainty form shivering in the echoes of her pleasure. The weak, nearly mournful sounds of her satisfaction leak into my ear, and almost quell the animal inside me. Almost. I reach behind her, undo her binds, and whisper lovingly into my sister's ear.

"Laurie," I say so that only she can hear it, "Audrie wants it, but I think she's going to make us take it from her."

I glance over Laurie's shoulder, and see Audrie. She's stopped touching herself, and is sitting expectantly with her hands resting against her inner thighs. Her mouth is slightly parted and breathing shallowly, her white top is stained with my sister's love, and her eyes are watching us with a calculating, anticipating expression. She's waiting; waiting for the chase to begin. I lean into my sister, and press my lips against her ear.

"Go get her, Tiger." I whisper, and Laurie does. She pounces from me with the sinuous athleticism only a gymnast has, and is on Audrie in an instant. Audrie attempts to roll away at the last second, but only manages to get to her stomach before Laurie is on top of her.

"What are you doing?!" Audrie screams, "I said I only wanted to watch!"

"We both know that's bullshit," Laurie laughs, subduing Audrie's hands behind her, "but you're just too 'faithful' to Daddy to admit you want it in the ass from your step-son."

I get up from my seated position and walk over as the two women wrestle. Laurie has strength and flexibility, but Audrie as size. She rolls off the couch, and Laurie is flung from her back and onto the floor. Audrie scrambles to her hands and knees, but her pulled-down leggings act as a bind about her thighs, and she stumbles forward. I pick her up by the armpits, and throw her on the couch. She lands in a splayed mess of arms and legs, and kicks at me as I approach her. Her expression is combative and fearful, but I see the desire brimming in her grey eyes. I catch a flailing foot in my hand, push it to the side, catch another one aimed at my crotch, push it to the other side, and then tower over my step-mom, my hips wedged between her spread thighs.

"Are we going to keep doing this?" I smile down at her. The mask of defiance almost falls from her face, but she manages to keep it up for another display of fearful scorn.

"You're a rapist piece of shit," she spits, her words biting, and then she looks at Laurie, "and you're a brother-fucking whore. You know, instead of going to UCLA, I think Alabama might suit you better."

"Roll Tide," Laurie giggles, and then slides her body next to Audrie's, "we'll see how long you can pretend you don't want it."

I step over the bridge of leggings stretching between Audrie's thighs, and she doesn't try to stop me. She looks up at me from the tops of her eyes, and the lust is etched into them like a chisel through stone. Laurie grasps the neckline of Audrie's tank, and pulls it roughly down. Audrie gasps in alarm as her breasts jiggle freely from their constraints. Its the best rack I've ever seen; perfectly formed domes slope without a space between them, and are adorned with perky, pink nipples surrounded by small, dark areolas.

"Holy shit, Audrie," Laurie whispers appraisingly as she looks them over, "why were you hiding these from us?"

"Get away from me." Audrie hisses, but Laurie just giggles. She takes a breast in her hand, and squeezes until the supple flesh protrudes from her fingers. Audrie whimpers in halfhearted protest, and Laurie giggles once again, before taking the nipple in her mouth. She sucks hedonistically; slurping tones permeating from her wet lips as she stares intently at her step-mom. Audrie bites her lip in concentration, and hums a desperate, pleading sound that finally turns into a moan. Laurie's girlish laugh echoes from her sucking lips as Audrie's head tilts back in shameful pleasure. I reach down, and pull the stretched leggings past Audrie's ankles. She murmurs her reluctance, but doesn't try to fight me. She's losing the will to keep up the façade, and is beginning to surrender like she always wanted to. I plant a foot on the cushion adjacent to her left thigh, and push my pelvis forward.

"Anything that gets close to my mouth is getting bitten off." Audrie snaps at me.

"Really?" I smile, "I think I'll take that gamble."

I push my pelvis forward, and watch as the tip of my cock presses against Audrie's lips. She inhale's sharply, and parts her lips just a bit, before regaining control of herself, and turning her head away.

"Laurie," I smile to my nursing sister, "do you think you can make Audrie open her mouth?"

"I think I can." Laurie smirks at Audrie, and pushes her fingers into the blonde woman's slit. Audrie gasps, and I thrust. She doesn't bite me. No, Audrie takes me into her mouth with warm, wet tenderness. Her luscious lips wrap covetously about my girth, and her tongue slinks delicately along the underside of my cock. From the outside, she's looking at me with eyes full of hate, but from the inside, she's savoring every little bump and vein of my manhood. I push deeper, watching as my cock disappears into her defiant face. She somehow looks even more attractive this way; her eyes glaring insolence, but her mouth whorishly contradicting them. Laurie pushes three fingers inside Audrie's slit, and works her thumb in circles about her clit. She smiles knowingly as Audrie's eyes lose their edge, and the lids that top them begin to close in blissful satisfaction.

"That's right," Laurie whispers as she pleasures her step-mom, "that's the real Audrie, isn't it?"

Audrie hums a tone of surrendered acceptance; the last of her defiance faltering as she consumes the final inch of my cock. Her nose presses against my pelvis, and she holds me there as her lips rotate. She withdraws, and a sheen of her saliva coats me. She stops at the head, rotates again, and then takes me in. I begin to thrust harder, and she begins to suck with more passion. She takes my brutality as a challenge, and rises to meet me. She doesn't gag once; she constricts her throat around me as I burrow down it, and puffs her lips against me as I push all the way in. Faster and faster I thrust into her throat, and though lewd gurgles rise from her mouth, and saliva froths from her lips, she consumes me with ease. I thrust a final time, holding her hard against my base, and she hums a yearning tone of pleasure about me. She reaches behind me, and grips my ass tightly with both hands, trying to push me even deeper. I almost lose control of myself, and I have to pull out of her.

"You can't handle me, Tommy-boy," Audrie grins, "you should just give up."

"I just needed you to get it wet," I smile, "I don't want to go in dry."

"You're quite the gentleman for a rapist piece of shit." Audrie smirks.

"We still doing this?" I groan, "Are you going to make me fight you over everything?"

"Nothing gotten easy was ever worth getting." Audrie smiles, moans of pleasure flowing from her lips as my sister burrows her fingers deeper.

"Fine then," I say, "we'll do it the hard way."

My hand shoots forward and wraps around Audrie's throat. She lets out a whimper of excitement and fear, and I drag her body upward by the neck. Her heels thrash beneath her until she finally plants them on the cushions, and then I make my move. I grab her by the hips, spin her around, and push my kneecap into the back of her left knee. Her legs bend, her hips shift backward, and her chin rests on the top of the couch. I wait for her to send a kick into my groin, or an elbow to my face, but she doesn't move. She stays bent over; her upper body pressing against the couch, her ample breasts squishing from the sides of her frame, her back flexed in its arch, and one side of her face resting on the upholstery. I wait for another moment, and then watch as her elegant hands leave their resting places on the cushions, slink behind her, and grip her supple, tan cheeks. She spreads herself, revealing the puckered center of her rim, and the dripping slit of her small-lipped pussy. Her face turns to give me a final look backward, and I see the ravenous want written across it. It's a needful, pleading expression of big, grey eyes that shimmer with innocent vulnerability, a furrowed brow that draws lines across her forehead, and parted lips that tremble with anticipatory breaths. I level my cock against the spoked dot of her ass, and push in.

God, she's tight. The pink circle of her opening whitens as is stretches, and the line of her spokes smooth as she expands. Audrie growls a low, escalating tone, and the muscles of her lower back flex. I push her resistances inward, and the tight, glistening flesh about her rim bows inwardly with them, stretching her taint into an indentation about my advance. I push harder, and Audrie's growl grows louder, and higher, until I finally break through. Her rim slides back along my girth, and Audrie's head reels up, her spine arching and her glutes slamming together about me. She lets out a cry of abject pleasure as inch after inch of me disappears inside her ass. Her tight reaches envelope about me, embrace me in their sinful hold. The soft heat of her insides pulse with pleasured contractions, and give way to me in a constricting coil of deepening tension. I reach my base, and Audrie's supple, soft cheeks press against my pelvis. Her cry strains her throat until it becomes a sob of pure satisfaction. She looks back at me; her eyebrows furrowed, her grey eyes glistening, and her parted lips quivering.

"* me," she whispers, her voice dripping with lust, "* me like I deserve to be raped."

I grip her by the hips, pull out, and smash back into her. Her ass ripples upon the impact, and her insides seize about me in convulsions of pain and pleasure. Her head flies back, and the curve of her spine deepens as shrieks of euphoria blast from her gaping lips. I smack her viciously across the ass, punishing her for making me work so hard for my prize. Her shoulders pinch back, and a shiver ratchets up her spine. I feel her clench around me harder than ever before, so I hit her again, and again and again, until the tan, clear skin of her backside becomes a mosaic of red hand prints. She cries out with each hit, creating a perverse rhythm to our brutal lust; the smack of palm on flesh, the scream of pain and pleasure, the impact of pelvis to glutes, and the trailing moan that follows. Laurie walks behind the couch, Audrie's panties in her hands.

"You left these on the floor," she sniggers as she raises the soaked fabric, "what a slob you are. Do you think you need to be punished for it?"

Audrie nods her head submissively, and opens her mouth. Laurie grins as she forces the panties inside, and Audrie hums a pathetic tone of approval.

"I think you look much prettier like this," Laurie runs a hand through Audrie's flailing, platinum hair, "a slut in her natural state."

Audrie squirms in delight as Laurie degrades her, and I see her juices running freely down her thigh. She slinks a hand through her legs, and continues the masturbation we so rudely interrupted before.

"You know," Laurie says, smiling inches away from Audrie's face, "you're not the first woman we did this to."

Laurie climbs up on the back of the couch, so that her thighs separate at Audrie's chin. She lovingly pets the woman's hair as I brutally drive my cock into her ass.

"Though the last woman was much more… willing than you were." Laurie snickers, running her hands through Audrie's fine strands, "You have something in common with that woman, would you like to guess what it is?"

Audrie obviously can't respond, and in her mental state, I doubt she could have even if she wasn't gagged. She's screaming muffled ecstasy from around her panties, and driving her hips back against me as I slap her to the beat of my thrusts. Every pull of my cock causes her pelvic floor to stretch from her body, and every time that happens, Audrie's knees give out in pleasure. She's losing her mind; her eyes are rolled back, and spit is leaking from her stuffed mouth. She is nothing but the singular focus of her lust, but something tells me that what Laurie has to say might just knock her out of it.

"The last woman we did this to, was also married to Bradley Baker," Laurie smiles, "and he's only had two wives."

Audrie's rolled-back eyes dart forward, and widen. She tries to say something from around her gagged mouth, but no words come out. I placate her mental discomfort with the motion of my hips, and she soon relaxes, and falls back under my overbearing control; whimpering softly as she lurches in the prison of her self-designed *.

"What a pretty picture that is," Laurie laughs, "I think I'll capture it. Say 'cheese,' Audrie."

Laurie snaps a picture of the lust-drunk woman, and Audrie is too lost in her perverse fugue state to react. Laure smiles over to me, shows me who the picture is addressed to, and clicks 'send.' She immediately gets a message back, and her eyes widen in excitement.

"Guess what, Audrie," Laurie smiles, "we're about to have a family reunion."

AUDRIE

It's a rare thing to get what you want, exactly how you want it. My ass cheeks are numbed from the relentless slaps of my step son, but the blows still send delightful stings into my depths. My asshole is a stretched, gaping ruin, but it still clenches and coils around Tom as he advances, making him break me open for each ferocious thrust. My mouth is filled with the flavor of my own perverse filth, but it still sucks with ravenous want as I taste myself from the fabric of my panties. I've always had a * fantasy, but never the correct partner to act it out; now I have two.

Tom is fucking me so hard that my body is being pushed into the back of the couch. My spine is curved unnaturally; my ass perked upward and spread to accommodate my step-son, while my torso is pressed mercilessly upright into the cushions. My hands are splayed open and pushing hard at my sides; my wrists aching in their bent state as my arms strain to keep myself from breaking in half. My breasts are squished and deformed against the cushions, and my nipples are being dragged mercilessly along the abrasive fabric. My chin rests on the top of the furniture, and my vision is filled with Laurie's glistening, tight pussy. Her lips are flushed and wet, and her slit is oozing with the secretion of her arousal. She tousles my hair playfully as she degrades me, and I revel in her verbal abuse. Yes Laurie, I am an anal whore who likes getting raped. Yes Laurie, I love having my step-son's cock in my ass. Yes Laurie, I deserve this; this is exactly what I want. Yes Laurie, I'd absolutely love to meet your mother. She shows me the picture she took; my eyes rolled back, my panties stuffed into my leaking mouth, and my tan, fit body a ruin of handprints, sweat, and gaping holes. I make a mental note to ask her for a copy of the picture; this is a day I'm going to want to remember.

"Guess what, Audrie," she says, "we're about to have a family reunion."

I look up at her from the tops of my eyes, my sight glazed with tears of strain and pleasure. What did she mean by that? It doesn't matter; all that matters is the feeling inside me. The churning, quaking pressure building in my depths, compelling me to push back against Tom as he rapes my asshole, compelling me to scream muffled euphoria from my disgraceful gag. I grind my ass into his pelvis as we make contact, and my eyes roll into my head as I feel his cock pierce me in deeper, virgin territory.

"Audrie," Laurie giggles, removing the panties from my mouth, "Bradley is coming home right now. He's going to walk in on us."

"I don't care," I gasp, feeling my pelvic floor distend from my body, "(gaaaAAH!) let him (Ah!) see us."

"My, my," Laurie laughs gaily, "what a faithful wife you are."

"I want him to see," I moan, my words interrupted by my pleasure, "I (hnnGGG!) want him to see (aaaAAAH!) how I like it."

"You know what I want?" Laurie whispers, her lips quirked in a devious smile, "I want you to watch me get double-penetrated by my dad and brother."

"I want to watch you," I whisper back, staring submissively up at her from the tops of my eyes, "please (fuck!) let them do it (AAAAAH!) to me when you're done."

"Maybe…" Laurie trails off, her lips parted and smiling, her eyes staring expectantly at my moaning mouth, "but you have to earn it, Audrie."

I don't need any instruction. I wait for Tom to pull back for his next thrust, and then lurch forward with his drive, allowing his momentum to carry me upward. I'm dragged along the fabric of the couch, until my breasts pop free from the top of it. I grab Laurie by the glutes as I ascend, and pull her pelvis to my face. My lips mush against her tender, moist petals, and my tongue slides between them. I taste the sweet nectar of her slit, and translate all the pleasure of my fierce sodomy into the passion of my lewd kiss. I moan as I lick her insides, and drag her ass closer to me so that I can feel her deeper. She pushes her hands against the back of my head, arches her spine, and grinds on my face in a lustful dance. Her moans mingle with my stifled screams, and Tom begins to vocalize his own ascension. From outside, I hear the sound of car doors slamming, and the beep of them being locked remotely. I hear the laughter of two women and a man as they walk up the steps. I recognize the voice of the man, but the women are strangers to me. I don't stop backing my ass into Tom, and I don't stop licking Laurie; the idea of Bradley seeing me like this turns me on even more. I wrap my lips around my step-daughter's labia, and pull gently backward, stretching her tender petals from her slit. She grins down at me, excitement written across her face, and I smile back with her fleshy erogeneity leaking in my mouth. I hear the door unlatch, and my heart skips a beat..

76 B3 (2)

Part Two: Reconnecting with Daddy

BRADLEY

"…trust me," I laugh as I escort the two beautiful women to the front door, "Audrie will absolutely love you. She'll probably try to impress you because you're a lesbian and she'll want to show how progressive she is."

"She sounds like a lovely woman," Sierra smiles, "I can't wait to meet her."

I grasp the door knob, and stop. This is it; I'm going to see the children I basically abandoned over ten years ago. I feel my heart pounding in my chest, and I turn to Sierra with an apprehensive look on my face. She smiles warmly, and gives me a comforting squeeze on the shoulder. I steel myself, take a deep breath, force a smile on my face, and open the door. My smile stays glued to my face, and broadens into a skeletal grimace as my world comes crashing down around me.

My wife is bent over on the couch, her curvaceous figure naked save for the tattered remains of her UCLA top. Her face is buried into a young woman's crotch, whose features are obscured by a curtain of brown, curly hair. The young woman pets Audrie's head possessively as a young man of similar complexion spreads my wife open and rails mercilessly into her gaping asshole. Audrie tilts her face away from the cunilingus; her pale lips glistening with the woman's juices, her makeup smeared and running, and her expression a look of arousal so perverse it corrupts her pristine features. She smiles at me, but not with the companionable smile she usually regards me with, but a lecherous, wicked smile I've never seen her wear before.

"Hey, Honey," she moans as she spreads herself for the man fucking her ass, "you're home early; we have surprise visitors."

The young woman looks up, and I see my daughter's face for the first time in over a decade. The young man turns around, and I see my own grin stretched across Tom's lips.

"Hey, old man." Tom says in an easy, nonchalant manner.

"Hi, Daddy," Laurie giggles, and dismounts from the back of the couch in a summersault, "we were just getting to know our step-mom."

"She's been very accommodating," Tom grins, and slaps Audrie hard across the ass, causing her back muscles to tense and her mouth to squeal, "what a treat she is."

Tom grips Audrie by the hips and spins them both around as Laurie struts along the couch, staring at me with a wicked smirk strewn across her lips. Tom lands on the couch with Audrie atop him; her legs splayed outside of his, her back resting along his abdomen, and her hands reaching behind herself to grasp the back of his head. She grinds on him; her abdomen flexing in waves of sinuous motion, her supple ass deforming against his driving pelvis, her perfect breasts jiggling to the fervency of their passion, and her eyes watching me intently as her open, smiling lips vocalize a pleasure I never gave her. Tom watches me from behind her, and then wraps a possessive hand around her throat, and forces her face to his. They share a vulgar kiss of entwining tongues and open lips while they stare at me from the corners of their eyes. My daughter kneels between my wife's legs, and plants her face into the frothing petals at their apex. She tenderly cups Tom's balls as his cock thrusts ferociously into the gaping ruin of Audrie's anus. I can see the contractions of pleasure twitching up my wife's taint, compelling her to writhe in a display of lithe motion and possessed sexuality. She continues to stare at me as she kisses my son; stifled tones of her ecstasy escalating from her occupied mouth. Tom jackhammers his way into my wife's ass, and she reacts by arching her back against him, and grinding her ass deeper into his pelvis. My daughter licks the secretion of Audrie's lust, and the trickle of nectar becomes a flood. Audrie breaks from the kiss; her head flying backward, her mouth gaping open, and her neck straining to yield her cry. They rise to the whim of Tom's elevating thrusts, and I hear him grunting and groaning in the heat of his climax. They come together, and I watch in horror as my son fills my wife's asshole. His seed drips down his shaft, and into my daughter's awaiting mouth. Audrie's scream finally subsides, and her desperate pants and gasps turn to whimpers of satisfaction. Laurie pulls Tom's cock out of Audrie's ass, and my wife's sphincter contracts lazily into a semi-closed orifice. Laurie circles her tongue around Audrie's dripping anus, collecting the spillage as Audrie moans her soft approval. She take's Tom's still-engorged member, and sucks him clean; watching me as she does it. She pulls him out of her throat with a sigh, climbs to Audrie's tilted back head, and passes the milky contents of her mouth between my wife's awaiting lips.

"Bradley," Sierra whispers in my ear, her lips tickling the lobe, "you're hard as a rock right now."

I jolt from my existential fugue state, and look down. I am hard… what the fuck. I should be furious, I should be disgusted, I should be damn-near homicidal, but I'm not. There are times in life where every man's masculinity is tested, and this was my final exam. Not only did I fail it, I took a steaming shit on the answer sheet, and handed it back to the professor with a smile on my face.

"I think your ex-husband might have a little cuckhold fetish," Eleanor giggles, her chin resting on my other shoulder, "what a dirty little boy you are, Bradley; your own children…"

"I-I-I'm n-n-not," I stammer, feeling my face flush, desperately searching for a way to gain control of this situation, "it's not…"

"It's not what?" Eleanor says, her words accentuated with a seductive fry. I feel her lips press against my left cheek, and I feel Sierra's press against my right. They move their hands together along the angle of my pelvis, and Eleanor undoes my fly as Sierra reaches inside. Her cool, soft fingers wrap around my girth, and she sighs delectably into my ear.

"I've missed you so much, Bradley," she whispers, stroking me, "we all have."

"Laurie especially." Eleanor laughs, and my gaze falls to my daughter. Her lean, nubile figure sits upright on the couch, framed by the bodies of my son and wife. Her legs are closed and bent at the knees in a façade of propriety, her eyes bare a mask of innocence, and her dainty shoulders slope vulnerably as she covers her breasts in false modesty. She's being my little girl; my innocent, sweet, little girl. She murmurs soft tones of reluctance as her brother and step mother caress her, but I've seen the true Laurie; I know what she really wants. She wants me to ruin her. I feel myself grow even harder in her mother's hand, and Sierra laughs knowingly.

"You can have her, Bradley," Sierra's sweet voice pours poison in my ear, "she'll let you do anything to her."

"She's the family whore," Eleanor says, her hand joining Sierra's on my cock, "and she's been waiting so long for you."

"Fuck our daughter, Bradley," Sierra whispers, fuck her like she wants you to."

Were I a man of true faith, I would be seeking the guidance of god. As it is, I have two devils on my shoulders, and no angels to refute them. There is no one to guide me to the honorific path, no one to help me through my most trying time. I feel the shame, self-loathing and loss of control, but most of all, I feel the temptation. My god, the temptation. The corruption that seeps its caressing tendrils into the primal corridor of my mind, and tells me it's alright; it's alright to want to fuck your teenage daughter.

I let Sierra and Eleanor drop my pants and guide me by the cock to my awaiting daughter. Her vulnerable façade fades as I near her, and the protective wrap of her arms and stiff posture slides into a lazy, splayed figure. Her innocent eyes sparkle with anticipation, and her closed legs separate to reveal the tight, leaking slit between them.

"I've been saving this for you, Daddy," Laurie says in a baby-voice, "I didn't let anyone else play with it."

Eleanor relinquishes my member to Sierra, and takes Tom by the hand. Audrie gets up to join them, and the two girls leave in a fit of giggles as Tom fills his palms with their asses. I'm left alone with my daughter, and her mother. Laurie leans back, and beckons me forward with a leering finger and a promising grin. Sierra breathes hot and heavy against my neck as she guides my cock closer and closer to the point of no return; to the place where my family has gone in my absence; the place where I am going now. I feel the tender, soft flesh of Laurie's thighs in my palms. I watch myself, almost unbelieving, as I guide them to separate. She spreads them willingly, staring up at me from the tops of her eyes, her petite breasts rising and falling with her shallow breaths of anticipation.

"Fuck me, Daddy," she whispers, her voice quivering with desperate desire, "fuck your baby girl."

I push the tip of my cock to her dripping petals, and stop. A moment of clarity strikes me; I can still go back, I can still save myself from this. Sierra uncurls her fingers from my shaft and watches me, studies me. Laurie splays her hands lazily beside herself, waiting for me to do the unforgivable. A heartbeat passes, and then another. I feel the battle raging within me, tearing my mind in half. I feel the warm, silky skin of my daughter's legs, and the hot, dripping flesh of her pussy. I feel two, dainty heels push into the small of my back. I feel them guide me forward, and I see the sparkling sapphire eyes of my daughter smirking up at me. I feel myself lose the last of my resolve, and I see Laurie's smile broaden as she guides me inside her.

"That's it," she whispers through grinning lips as her wet heat surrounds me, "come to me, Daddy."

She envelopes me, taking every inch of my manhood deep within. She gasps as my girth stretches her, and her breathy expulsions turn to moans the deeper I get. Her legs flex around me, and her heels push harder, until our pelvises meet. She holds me in stasis; relishing the wrongness of the situation, and savoring my throbbing rigidity inside her. Her eyes droop in blissful satisfaction, and her inner muscles clench around me, drawing me deeper, embracing me in their wet, lewd hold.

"Oh, yes," she gasps, licking her lips and taking a deep, indulgent inhale, "this is what I've been waiting for."

"Oh fuck," I pant, my mind boiling with desire and shame, "what have I done?"

"There's no shame in it, Bradley," Sierra says comfortingly, "there's nothing wrong with you."

"Yes, there is," Laurie giggles through a breathy moan, "there's a hell of a lot wrong with you."

"Laurie…" Sierra chides her daughter, but Laurie just grins evilly at me, and begins to shift her hips.

"You're a daughter-fucking piece of shit, Daddy," Laurie laughs, her voice girlish and innocent, starkly contrasting the venom in her words, "you're a weak little man who gets hard watching his son fuck his wife."

I know she's trying to get a rise out of me, I know she's trying to make me lose control. Beneath the layer of malice in Laurie's eyes, is an excited flame shining from her perverse mind. She grinds her hips in a sinuous rotation about my pelvis; her tight pussy lips gripping me and pulling slightly outward from her body with each circular pass. Her toned abdomen flexes in waves as she twists her body along the axis of her penetration. The glint in her eyes grows brighter, and the deviousness of her smile widens. She plants her hands into the cushions, and pushes herself off the couch, her arms straightening beneath her. She stretches backward, her spine arching, and her silky torso flattening below her swaying breasts. She grinds my cock deeper into her, growling in playful lust as she clenches her insides around me.

"You abandoned us, Daddy," Laurie giggles, moans slipping between her words, "why did you leave me?"

"Sweetie," I say, struggling against the need to thrust inside her, and the cutting edge of her words, "I just… had to go."

"You just had to go?!" Laurie laughs, though there's a dangerous tenor behind her mirth, "Is that all?"

"Your mother and I-"

"I know what Mom did!" Laurie yells, her voice quivering with rage and pleasure. The angrier she gets, the more passionate she becomes. She locks her legs around my waist in a vice, forcing me deeper inside her. Her hot, tight insides clench around me as she pulls herself upright in an arc of auburn curls and graceful athleticism. Her breasts squish against my chest, her belly presses to my abdomen, and her fingers lock together around my neck. She stares up at me; her sapphire eyes brimming with pleasure and hatred, her pale, full lips panting exerted breaths.

"You left me without a father," Laurie growls, her voice shaking in lust and anger, "because your wife fucked some guy."

"I'm sorry, Laurie," I say, my voice wavering as her beautiful, deep eyes stare their wrath into me, "I'm so sorry."

"Sorry?!" Laurie laughs, her mirth interrupted by the gasping tones of her pleasure, "Look what I've become, Daddy; look what your abandonment did to me."

"She didn't have a father to protect her, Bradley," Sierra whispers her sweet poison into my ear, "she was left vulnerable without you."

"Maybe if you were there," Laurie moans, grinding her hips in an intense gyration about my pelvis, willing me deeper inside her as she spills her hatred, "Tom wouldn't have raped me."

"What the fu-"

"Maybe if you were there," Laurie cuts me off, forcing me to look at her, "I wouldn't have given in to him so easily."

"Your son raped your daughter, Bradley," Sierra whispers, her voice dripping in seduction, "and she loved it."

"Laurie, I-"

"And maybe if you were there," Laurie whimpers, her voice growing weaker with each drive of my hips, her eyes growing wider the deeper I push into her, "I wouldn't have fucked my own mother."

"But you weren't there," Sierra sighs, her lips brushing against my ear, her body pressing against my side, "and now we're all lost."

"I'm ruined now," Laurie smiles, her voice quivering as a shudder of pleasure runs down her twisting back, "I could have been a normal, healthy young woman, but that's been taken from me."

"Now she's a hopeless slut," Sierra whispers, her voice seeping with desire, her hands unbuttoning her shirt as she presses herself to me, "just like her mother."

"And it's all your fault." Laurie says, clasping her hands on my cheeks and holding my head forward, making me look into the pleasure-warped, hate-filled sapphire depths of her eyes. I feel her burning regard etch its way into my heart, and I feel her squeezing me wantonly from the inside. I feel her anger burrowing into my sockets, and I feel her heart beating frantically from her breasts as they deform against my pressing chest. I feel the malice in her words, and I feel her slender belly flexing and convulsing with the ecstasy I'm providing her. I feel her breath on my lips, and taste the air of her mouth on my tongue.

"It is," I say, feeling myself thrusting harder and harder despite my guilt, feeling my need to take her grow even as she whispers her hatred, "I should have been there for you, but I was a coward. Don't blame yourself for who you are, Laurie; it's my fault. All my fault."

"I hate you." Laurie says, her words barely audible beneath the gasping breaths and the slapping of skin. Her lips are trembling and partially agape, outlining her mouth in luscious, pale flesh. Her eyes beckon me with their fierce regard, daring me to initiate, daring me to try to make her mine.

"Why are you holding yourself back, Darling?" Sierra whispers, her voice almost teasing, "You're already inside her; what's a kiss?"

"It's just…" I say, looking at my daughter, seeing the corners of her lips curl in a smile, "what can I do, Laurie? How can… how can you forgive me?"

"As a father? I'll never forgive you," Laurie says, her breath pushing into my mouth, her taste sweet on my tongue, "but I don't want a father anymore; I want a Daddy. Now, kiss me Daddy."

She pulls up to me in a violent motion, pressing her nubile frame against my driving form, smearing her sweat and juices across my pelvis as she rises and connects. Her lips open around mine in a fierce pressing of tender flesh, and her tongue invades me. The kiss is somehow more wrong than the sex; more intimate, more forbidden. The sex is just the desires of the flesh, but the kiss is the desires of the soul. I taste her hatred, her longing, her malice; it's delicious. I feel my mind melt, my inhibitions give, and the last bit of my dignity drown in her mouth. I kiss her back, fierce and hateful like she is. Our lips wrap against each other, our tongues entwine and slip passionately, our tones muffle from the crease of our depravity, and I drink her in. I grab the back of her head, entangling my fingers in her curls, and push her deeper to me, rotating my face about the axis of our passion, tilting my head above hers, making her feel my masculinity, my savagery, my dominance. She resists me; pressing her mouth harder to mine, stiffening her back against my advance, and craning her neck to stay even with me. I pull her hair back in a ferocious tug, and force my face atop her own. I move my other hand along the curve of her waist, and slide it down her spine. Two fingers trail down her spread crack, and then push into the vacant, tight hole within. She gasps, arches her back, and presses her body closer to mine. The passion of her kiss becomes desperate, and a pleading tone courses from her mouth; she wants me to push deeper. I sink my fingers further into the taught filth of her, feeling the delicate flesh of her sinful hole giving way to my burrowing digits, feeling her defiance wane in the intensity of my invasion. I curl my fingers forward, and press the sheath of her anal skin against the force of my driving cock. She melts into me; her pelvis pressing hard against mine, her shoulders relaxing and pinching back, her breasts squishing into my chest, and her head falling backward into my supporting hand, letting me take my place atop her, surrendering to me in helpless euphoria. Her legs tighten about my waist, and her hands fall from my head, reach behind herself, and spread her cheeks wider for me. I feel her kiss lose its edge, and I feel her resistances fall. She's mine now; my daughter, my lover, my whore. I revel in the power I've taken from her, but deep down, I know it was never mine to steal. She seduced me, manipulated me, and when the time was right, she gave me the power. She wrapped me around her finger just like her mother did all those years ago. I glance out of the corner of my eye and see Sierra, beaming endearingly as I taste our daughter, as if this were a precious family moment she'd catalogue and send out for the next Christmas card. She never stopped loving me even after all this time, and this is the way her twisted mind decided to show that love: a gift of my own daughter. As I push my fingers deep into Laurie's ass, as I feel her pussy clench about my driving cock, and as I taste her screams of pleasure on the tip of my tongue, I realize, looking at Sierra, that I still love her too. God help me, I'm just as fucked up as she is, and she knew it long before I did. She's got her hooks back into me, and now, I don't think I'll ever get out. I don't think I'll ever want to.

SIERRA

I watch as Bradley loses the last of himself to our daughter. I watch as he pushes his fingers inside her and drives his hips with reckless abandon. I watch as she melts in his passionate regard, as she loosens her body in acceptance of his lust. She curves herself into him; pressing her breasts to his chest, spreading her cheeks open behind her, dropping her head into his hand and letting him take her the way he wants to… the way she wants to. He looks at me from the corner of his eye, his lips still wrapped around Laurie's, his body heaving in violent bouts of revelry. I smile at him and loosen up the last of the buttons on my shirt. I let it fall, and show him what he's been missing all these years. Fishnet stockings wrap tightly around my legs, the skin bulging slightly at the straps and indenting where the garters cross my thick glutes. A lacy bra supports the perfect form of my bosom; pressing my ample breasts together, jutting them vulgarly from the elegant frame of my chest.

Bradley releases Laurie from her captive kiss, and a torrent of moans flow from her whorish lips. Such a submissive lover she's become. I saunter over to her, and run an affectionate hand through her curly hair as she sobs sweet ecstasy and writhes to the rhythm of her father's thrusts.

"Would you care to share?" I ask Bradley with a raised eyebrow. I run my fingers down Laurie's wet cheek, and smirk as she willingly takes my thumb between her luscious lips, "It wouldn't be right to make her play favorites between her parents."

"You're a sick, twisted bitch, Sierra." Bradley grunts, still thrusting into his daughter.

"Is that a 'yes?'" I smile, not flinching at the venom in his words. Bradley gives me a cold stare, and then warms his expression. He can hardly deny the situation he's in, and by the hunger in his eyes, I don't think he's even trying anymore.

"She's been such a naughty girl," Bradley grins, "I think she needs to be punished."

"Is that so?" I smile down at Laurie, and giggle at her fervent nod of approval, "Well, well, well; what kind of punishment is befitting for such a naughty little girl?"

"I think we need to take drastic measures," Bradley laughs, playing along as he rails into his moaning daughter, "seducing your own father is an egregious offence."

"Such a nasty girl," I crinkle my nose and smirk down at Laurie, pulling my thumb from her sucking lips and tracing their pale outline, "I know just the thing."

Bradley drops his supporting hand and lets Laurie fall backward onto the couch. I give my daughter a final smirk as I raise my leg over her face, and catch a glimpse of her licking her lips before I sit. Her nose presses into the soft length of my taint, and her mouth breathes its anticipatory heat into the cloth of my thong. Bradley kneels onto the cushion across from me, his pelvis still connecting violently with that of his daughters. I trace my fingers teasingly along the space between my daughter's pale, jiggling breasts as I feel her mouth working beneath me, hunting for the sweet spot between my legs. Her hands slide alongside her chin, still visible between my trembling thighs, and guide me to separate as her tongue slides my thong to the side. She pushes inside me, and I murmur a soft tone of release. She translates the pleasure of her father's cock into the fervency of her lewd kiss; pushing her tongue deep into me, sliding it hedonistically along the length of my insides as she tastes every inch of my leaking womanhood. I grind on my daughter's face; shifting back and forth in a lust I can't control, shuttering as I feel her nose gently press into the spokes of my sinful hole. I grip my daughter's breasts with both hands, and squeeze in reward for her ardency. She squirms beneath me; her athletic torso gyrating and flexing in the pleasure of her sexual punishment, her pelvis pressing harder against her driving father, and her lips wrapping around the wet flesh of my slit, sucking as she pushes her tongue ever deeper.

Bradley watches me from the tops of his eyes, an expression of uncaged desire written dangerously across his face. He plows into our daughter like an animal; driving without regard for her comfort, knowing that this is exactly how she wants it by the muffled screams she sends into my depths. I moan in cadence with her; harmonizing my soft, indulgent tones with her desperate, stifled shrieks. My eyes droop in bliss, and my body reacts instinctively to its desires. I shift my hips forward, and feel my daughter's tongue slide wet and hot across my taint. She finds what I've been guiding her to, and my moan becomes a pathetic whimper of delight. Her lips wrap around my rim, and her tongue pushes inside my ass. The soft, hot invasion sends its perverse stimulus ratcheting up my spine, and a shiver from my toes to my neck. She works her way slowly into me; not writhing and chaotic, but methodical and patient. Her lips suck and rotate around the nerved center of her kiss, and her tongue snakes into the exposed sensitivity of my sinful insides. I grip her breasts tightly as the pleasure takes hold of me; the pale flesh of her bust protruding from my fingers as the tension in my nethers winds tighter and tighter. I feel my equanimity falter in the heat of my lust, and have to forcibly compose myself to remain in control. It seems that Laurie has gotten much better with the skills of her mouth; if I am to remain the sexual matriarch of this family, I'll have to be warry of her growing prowess. As it stands, there is only one woman here who can truly match me, and she's not family; not by blood, anyway.

Through the haze of my euphoria, I connect eyes with the emerald gaze of Eleanor. She watches us intently; her irises staring from the tops of her whites as her mouth works hedonistically upon the moaning blonde beneath her. Eleanor's pale, voluptuous complexion is completely bare, save for the skirt that's hiked past her hips, and clinging to the bulging globes of her backside. Audrie writhes beneath her; her tan complexion contrasting Eleanor's paleness, her mouth occupied with my son, her composure obviously subservient to the masterful redhead working her into a frenzy. I reach back and spread my cheeks around my daughter's face, enveloping her in the warmth of my supple flesh, feeling her tongue push its way ever further inside me. I lick my lips through my moans, and beckon the redhead to me with come-hither eyes. Eleanor smiles around her perverse feast, and trails a suggestive finger along the length of Audrie's twitching taint, raising an inquisitive eyebrow as her finger moves back and forth, tortuously teasing the poor woman. I smile and nod; I haven't been formally introduced to Audrie yet, and I would just love to make her acquaintance.

Part Three: A family Reunion

AUDRIE

I quite like Eleanor. Maybe it's because she's clearly the ringleader of this debauched group, or maybe it's because her tongue is working wonders inside me. I taste the residual flavor of my ass on Tom's cock as I take him, feeling him growing harder with each gentle pass of my lips. I smile around my lustful consumption as I hear him groan in satisfaction, and I moan in turn as Eleanor's red lips puff around my dripping, engorged petals, and her fingers trace fire along the sensitive space between my holes. For now, the three of us are content with just foreplay. We watched for a while as Bradley fell to the temptation of his daughter, and then we engaged in a little fun of our own, but not too far; we were saving ourselves for the inevitable main event.

Eleanor parts from her kiss in a satisfied smack, leaving a sheen of her saliva and my nectar coating my reddened labia. Despite her age, it's obvious that Eleanor has a lot of experience. I murmur a reluctant tone as she leaves me vacant and unsatisfied, sliding her soft, curving body slowly up mine until our eyes are inches apart.

"I think," she smiles as she pulls Tom from my sucking lips, "Sierra wants us to come over."

I glance over my shoulder, and see the beautiful thirty-five year old woman gyrating on her daughter's face. Were this a normal family reunion, I'd be more than a little intimidated by the woman. Her deep, blue eyes, pointed nose, strong, cut jawline, and curly, waving auburn hair make her gorgeous, and the body that stretches beneath her is almost exaggerated in its curves. I'm not modest; I know I'm beautiful, but my beauty is the blonde-bombshell, fleeting beauty of youth, while hers is a graceful, lasting beauty, the kind that doesn't fade with age, but simply changes to something else. I must admit, I'm a little jealous of her, but it's hard to feel animosity toward a woman smiling so warmly, so… motherly, toward me. There's not a hint of malice in her regard, only a welcoming, endearing glow to her beckoning smile. So, I smile back, take Eleanor by the hand (and Tom by something else), and join the family reunion.

"Hey, Honey," I smirk at Bradley as we near them, "glad to see you're getting along with Laurie; I was worried there'd be bad blood between you two."

"Oh, we had our troubles," Bradley grins back, smacking Laurie on the ass, causing a muffled squeal to permeate from her mouth as she eats her mother's ass, "but we worked it out in the end."

"I believe," I say, smiling coyly to Tom, "that Laurie had a very specific request for you two."

"Ah, yes," Tom says, reaching forward and placing a hand on his mother's inner thigh, compelling her to slide backward to reveal the disheveled, ruined face of his sister beneath, "some quality time with the men of the house, if I remember correctly."

"Is that true, Sweetie?" Sierra smiles down at the teenager between her legs.

"Yes, Mommy." Laurie grins back, her lips coated in a sheen of her mother's lust.

"You always were such a tom-boy," Sierra laughs endearingly, tousling the disheveled curls beneath her, "always playing rough with the boys when you should have been playing with dolls."

"It was my lack of a proper father-figure," Laurie giggles, looking at Bradley as he pushes his way inside her, "I craved male attention anywhere I could find it."

"Alright!" Bradley yells, dragging Laurie from beneath his ex-wife, pulling her up by the hips, and then spinning them on the couch so that she's straddled across him, her nubile, lean body pressing to his torso, "I've had enough of this guilt-tripping bullshit from you, young lady! Tom, let's give your sister the male-bonding she so desperately wants."

Laurie lets out a near-maniacal laugh, bites her lower lip, and spreads herself for her brother. Bradley halts his thrusts for just a second as Tom lines up his shot, and pushes himself inside. Laurie's rim stretches to a pink, taught circle, her taint pulls to a length of indented flesh, her pussy visibly clenches, and her demeanor shifts violently. Her back wrenches in a curve that deepens with the depth of her anal and vaginal penetration, her abs strain to accommodate the fullness of her depravity, her neck tenses in lines of tendons, and her mouth screams. A hoarse, pained shriek of pure satisfaction flows from her gaping lips, and her eyes bulge as she realizes she did not know what she was getting herself into. Bradley and Tom thrust in unison; driving harder and harder into the poor girl, forcing her rigid, tensed body up between them as she loses control of herself.

"That girl," Sierra murmurs over my shoulder, "is always biting off more than she can chew."

"She's such a masochist," Eleanor chuckles beside me, "pretty soon we'll be getting whips and chains for her birthday."

"Maybe," Sierra responds, "but if I'm being honest, I'm a little worried about her impudent streak."

"Oh?" Eleanor laughs, "You don't like that she's becoming an independent, young woman?"

"I think she's testing herself," Sierra says, "I think she throws herself into situations she can't handle, just to see how far she can go before she loses it."

"And this worries you?" Eleanor asks.

"She's ambitious," Sierra says, "always trying to be the best, whether it be gymnastics, grades, or boyfriends. Now that she is… the way she is, I'm afraid she'll try the same thing with the family. Masochism might be her thing now, but she's really just putting herself through a trial-by-fire until she gets the experience and confidence she needs."

"To what? Usurp you?" Eleanor laughs, "Sierra Baker, are you sexually threatened by your own daughter?"

"A little," Sierra smiles bashfully, "does that make me a bad mother?"

"I think you should embrace it," I say, turning my attention from the screaming teenager sandwiched between her brother and father, and looking back to the women conversing behind me, "you should be proud of the way she flourishes."

I feel immediately foolish for saying it. It's not my place to give parental advice, especially since I'm the step-mother. I feel my face flush with embarrassment, and an apology form on my lips, but Sierra just laughs conciliatorily and nods.

"I suppose youre right, Audrie," she says, "I guess I should welcome the day my daughter makes me her bitch."

"I didn't-"

"No, really," she smiles her warm, motherly smile, and takes me by the hand, "you're right."

Sierra pulls me close to her, spreading her thick legs and guiding me to stand between them. She assesses me with a thoughtful expression; running her eyes from my face, to my breasts, and then lower.

"God, you're pretty," Sierra mumbles, "I can see why Bradley was so enamored with you."

"No, you're the beautiful one," I say, drinking in her body, admiring every elegant curve of her form, "I don't know how he could ever leave you. I'm just a young piece, but you're… I'm like Cameron Diaz in the 90s, and you're like Cate Blanchett."

"You're a sweet heart," Sierra laughs, her hands sliding up my arms, over my shoulders, and then tracing down my sides, "I hope my children weren't too hard on you; they can be a rambunctious duo."

"That's an interesting way to put it," I chuckle, feeling my body bend closer to Sierra as she caresses me lower and lower, "I'll admit, they were a bit more than I could handle."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Sierra smiles, lowering her face as her fingers trail down my spine, "I hope I can make it up to you; it's hard to find a good babysitter for them."

"Hmm, I don't know, Sierra," I chuckle, indulgently lacing my fingers into her luxurious locks as her face lowers to my abdomen, "I think I'll need to raise my rates if you want to keep my services."

"I'm sure I we'll find some way to accommodate you," Sierra says, her voice low and seductive, her blue eyes smiling at me as her lips hover over my navel, "you're practically part of the family."

"What can we do to keep you around?" Eleanor asks, her curvaceous, soft form pressing against me from behind, her arms gently embracing me below the breasts.

"Hmm," I smile deviously, keeping one hand on Sierra's head as I reach back and entangle the other in Eleanor's crimson strands, "there is one thing you could do."

"And what's that?" Sierra whispers, her blue eyes sparkling, her hands resting on the supple flesh of my backside.

"Laurie made a little promise to me before you came," I grin, glancing over at the screaming teenager being brutally taken beside us, "she said that I could have a turn spending… quality time with Bradley and Tom, when she was done."

"Is that so?" Eleanor laughs, her voice a raspy fry in my ear as she cups my breasts, "How thoughtful of her."

"I think we'd all like a chance to spend quality time with those two," Sierra says, her lips gently tracing their way down my torso, her hands slowly spreading me open from behind, "but it would be foolish to jump on that ride without a little preparation, wouldn't you say?"

"It would be downright moronic," Eleanor concurs, glancing at Laurie's predicament, "it's always important to stretch before rigorous activity."

"Maybe we can stretch you out," Sierra laughs, low and seductive, her voice brimming with promise, "it's the least we can do for such a wonderful babysitter."

Sierra licks her way down my abdomen, her tongue working delicately through the lines of my pelvis, her hands spreading me open as Eleanor kisses me on the neck, and then moves south. I look down, and see a head of brown curls descend to my nethers, and a crown of red strands lower to my cheeks. Eleanor plants her face between the spread crease Sierra has provided for her, and Sierra trails her lips through the trimmed mound at the precipice of my lust. They hover their mouths over their meals; their breath hot and heavy upon the sensitive entrances at their wake, the anticipation building with each hungry expiration. They move together. Sierra's lips puff around the reddened petals of my pussy, while Eleanor's wrap about the puckered circle of my ass. My breath catches in my chest as their tongues push into me simultaneously. My spine arches at the small of my back, my ass envelopes Eleanor's face, and I rest a hand atop both of their heads, feeling my legs growing weak in the intensity of the sensation. Sierra's tongue curls upward, licking along the tender length of my inner spot, sending felicitous bouts of delight deep into my abdomen. Eleanor's tongue pushes into the tight wrap of my anus, exploring through the uncoiling channel. The perverse pleasure of my ass mingles with the natural pleasure of my womanhood, and my mind loses its focus to the needs of my body.

Their penetration is soft, warm and wet. At first, their tentative, almost curious with their tongues. They test me in different spots; probing gently through the nerve-covered wonders inside me, gaging the reactions of my body. Their tongues connect along the membrane between my channels, and I nearly collapse as a cry shoots from my lips. I feel their mouths curl in a smile about my entrances, and their exploratory nature ceases. They push their tongues hard against one another, and run them back and forth, pinching the fleshy division of my holes with their invading members. My head reels back, and I lose the strength in my legs. I plant my hands hard on the tops of their heads as I sit on their faces, and they hold me upright, not stopping for a moment, not giving me a second of reprieve. I straddle helplessly atop them, shifting back and forth over their faces, taking one deeper and then the other, feeling the weakness of my legs travel up my body. I hear them laugh a muffled, knowing tone as they discover the secrets inside me, finding the spot that drives me insane, exploiting it mercilessly. My eyes water in the heat of it all, and my nethers quake with felicitous contractions. They feel the involuntary reaction of my body, and they continue, more ardently, more determined than before. The last bit of resilient strength leaves me, and I become limp atop them, supported only by their feasting mouths and their pressing hands. I feel it; the familiar ache that permeates inside me, the rising torrent that marks the point of no return. They feel it too, and they don't stop; oh, god, they don't stop! I'm trapped between them, a slave to their gentle lust, a prisoner to the tender kisses that penetrate my most vulnerable places. All I can do, is grip their hair in desperation, finding something tangible to hold on to as I lose myself to them. My hips shift wildly, my voice rises higher and higher, the aching, tortuous pleasure grows and grows, burning, blazing within me. My head tilts to the ceiling, my body gyrates in waves of oscillating lust, my eyes widen in a tear-streaked, euphoric gaze, and I come. A pathetic, whimpering sound is the only vocalization my mouth can manage. The heat of the release rages to its critical point, and then breaks. My asshole clenches about Eleanor's tongue, my pussy convulses around Sierra's invasion, and a fountain of my euphoria floods into her awaiting mouth. The intensity of my ecstatic song rises as my voice gains leverage in my throat, and I scream the last bit of my mania as sanity regains purchase in my cluttered mind. Through a glaze of pleasured tears, I watch as Laurie experiences what I'm being prepared for.

LAURIE

Daddy and Tommy are not nice to me. They treat me like the baseless slut I am; hitting me, choking me, spitting into my gaping mouth as I scream. Their cocks push together; brutally separating my tight insides, stretching me wide open as I beg for mercy. They don't give it to me, and I don't want them to. I straddle about my father, my pussy a ruin of reddened, glistening petals and inner lips that stretch with every retreat. From behind, Tom spreads me open with one hand, and slaps me with the other. My asshole is a gaping, clenching vice that coils around him with every violent forced entry, welcoming him inside me with a sinful, sibling embrace. They pierce alongside each other; burrowing into virgin territory, desecrating the sanctity of depths I've never felt before. God it's good; better than anything I've ever had, and the wrongness of it all, the depravity of the act only makes it better.

"You like it when Daddy fucks you like this?!" Daddy growls, one of his hands wrapped around my throat, the other painfully squeezing a flailing breast.

"YES!" I choke out, writhing atop him, my body reacting perversely, violently, to every motion of the men taking me, stuck between their ferocious attacks, unable to steady myself, unable to adjust.

"You're just the family cum dumpster, aren't you?" Tom whispers in my ear, one of his hands gripping my ass and holding it open, the other relentlessly slapping me, turning my pale backside into a mosaic of red hand prints.

"YES!" I comply obediently, my voice wavering and choking, "I'm your anal-whore! I'm nothing but your toy!"

Tom grabs two handfuls of my hair and rips my head back, forcing my spine into an unnatural arch, forcing me to look back at him from the tops of my glazed eyes. My chest juts forward in the motion, and my father relinquishes my throat to take a greedy handful of my free breast. He sinks his fingers wantonly into the supple flesh; his thumbs pressing against my erect nipples, his grip sending beautiful, aching pain deep into my chest, mingling the feeling with the ruinous sensations coursing in my depths. Tom thrusts harder into me, watching as I react to his violence, watching as I mouth pathetic whimpers for more. Daddy takes Tom's increased passion as a challenge, and drives with even more ferocity. Their pelvises collide into me in a torrent of chaotic brutality, no longer hammering at a steady cadence, but ratcheting with each pass, going faster and harder, breaking me in without regard for my comfort, or sanity. They reach the tightest spaces of my depths; burrowing into my colon, smashing against my cervix, blasting agonizing pleasure into the desecrated reaches of my erogeneity. Spit leaks from my gaping lips, tears brim from my widened eyes, sweat glistens from my exhausted body. I deserve this; I'm the slut who fucks her brother, the whore who seduces her father, the cunt who tastes her mother. I wouldn't want to be anything else. This is me, this who I am. Use me, Daddy; * me, Tommy. Break me in half, ruin me, leave me used and sullied like the filthy whore I am. Give me what I want, what I crave, what I need.

I feel it building within me; stronger and more violent than ever before. The natural, filling pleasure of my ravaged pussy contrasts the unnatural, perverse sensations permeating from the ruined sheath of my ass. The men press together against the delicate membrane that separates my womanhood from my vile hole, mixing the sensations they provide into a concoction of depravity, a singular source of euphoria that burns hotter and hotter with each relentless thrust. I'm screaming, wailing, begging for reprieve, but they don't give it to me. They go harder and harder, their grunts and groans rising in my ears, their breath hot against my exposed skin, their bodies pressing against me, surrounding me from the outside as they torture me from the inside. It's too much, too much for my mind to take. The sensations, the sights, the sounds and the smells leak their way past the defenses of my sanity. I become the entity of my lust, a slave to the senses, a whore in both body and soul. I writhe in simple reaction to the feeling; arching my back against the blast of thrusts from Tom, grinding my hips against the jackhammer of my father. Gasping, sputtering sounds vocalize from a mouth that is no longer my own as the feeling builds and builds; the singular, rising tempest that compels me from within. A stream of release blasts from my cunt and soaks my father, my pelvic floor juts from my taint as a torrent of convulsions rips through my ass. I'm coming, releasing and exalting, but the feeling still builds! Hotter and tighter, deeper, and stronger, ratcheting through my squirming insides, driving me insane! Hit me! Choke me! Fuck me! Oh, god… OH GOD!

ELEANOR

Laurie's face is the portrait of depravity. Her bulging, writhing eyes stare at nothing, seemingly vacant in the gaze of her ecstasy. Dark eyeliner streams from the stained tears that wet her rosy cheeks, and mingles with the smeared lipstick that mars the luscious outline of her gaping mouth. The sounds that flow from her throat are not the sounds a teenage girl should make; hell, they're not sounds a human should make. She flails wildly in the last throes of her passion; her breasts jiggling and deforming in her father's squeezing palms, her ass squishing against her brother's driving pelvis, and her torso straining and flexing along the exaggerated curve of her back. The arch of her body is accentuated by the pull of her hair; stretching the underside of her neck, forcing her head backward and her face to the ceiling. They're violent with her, brutal, in fact. Her pale, unblemished complexion is a ruin of red hand prints, pinch marks and bruises, but she revels in it. It's hard to believe that just two days ago, this girl was my prim, goodie-two-shoe best friend. Now, she's a depraved, incestual whore, but really, this is who she always was. All it took was a little push from me, and she went screaming over the edge.

Her body oscillates in a wave of possessed motion; her ass shifting backward, her abdomen dropping, and her chest jutting outward in one move, and then her pelvis driving forward, her abdomen clenching, and her shoulders pinching back in the next. Her mouth screams a higher and higher note, until it's a shrill, desperate cry that grows silent in the wake of her orgasm. An astonished, wide-eyed look appears on her face as she stares vacantly toward the ceiling, and her body clenches in a paralysis of ecstasy. The tension in her posture winds, and winds, and then finally, snaps. Her voice returns, her body lurches forward, and she collapses atop her father, whimpering into his heaving chest. The three of them pant exhaustedly for a moment, recovering from the intensity of the act, and a mournful, soft sound permeates from Laurie's lips. She's crying.

"Laurie?" Bradley asks, touching a tender finger to his daughter's face, "Sweetie, are you alright?"

Laurie lifts her head, a curtain of brown curls flowing from her crown and revealing the beautiful, but marred face beneath it. Her big, sapphire eyes are brimming with tears, but her full, pale lips are smiling broadly. It's bizarre, to see such a rapid transition of emotions, to see her face contorted in lust one moment, and then relaxed in love the next. The evidence of her depravity is still smeared across her endearing expression, and the mixture of spit, tears, and makeup somehow compliments the affectionate look, despite the contradiction of it.

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice wavering in emotion, her hand gently cupping her father's cheek, "thank you, Daddy."

They come together in a kiss; not the carnal, challenging embrace they engaged in before, but a soft, loving exchange. Their mouths open and close along the crease of their pressing lips, and soft, tender smacks sound from their love. I can practically see the pain, abandonment and regret fall from their bodies, and the forgiveness, promise and love surge into them. I hear a sniffle from my left, and see both Audrie and Sierra wiping tears from their eyes.

"That was so beautiful." Audrie whispers, resting her head on Sierra's shoulder, "It's like I'm watching a really fucked-up Lifetime movie. I love your family."

"You're part of the family, Audrie," Sierra laughs, planting a kiss on Audrie's cheek, "just because you're not blood, doesn't mean you're not one of us."

"Just another character in this debauched daytime cable drama," I chuckle, squeezing the blonde woman's impossibly supple ass, "now get over there; it's time for your action sequence."

Audrie gives us both a delighted, endearing smile, and then rises to her feet, giddy with excitement. She composes herself, puts on a seductive face, and then walks sultrily over to the two awaiting men, her ass forming alternating globes with each lascivious step.

"I just cannot hate that woman," Sierra says as Audrie swaps spit with Laurie, and then helps her step-daughter to her feet, "I wanted to, but goddamn it, I really like her."

"I do too," I say, watching as Laurie limps her way over to the couch, "she's very open-minded."

"What do you think, Sweetie?" Sierra laughs as her daughter approaches, her reddened, used holes still gaping from her abuse.

"I think," Laurie groans, collapsing on the other side of her mother, "that I won't be able to feel anything below the waist for a week."

"Is that so?" Sierra smirks, extending a single finger outward and gently pressing Laurie's prolapse back inside her asshole. Laurie shutters audibly; licking her lips and closing her eyes in bliss as she savors the invasion of her mother's finger.

"I guess not," she smiles weakly, "now, what were you asking me?"

"What do you think of your step-mother?" Sierra asks, nurturing her daughter by cleaning the smeared makeup from her face, and gently combing her fingers through the mess of curls snarled atop her head. Laurie glances lazily over to Audrie, who is on her knees, and taking it upon herself to clean her partners off; with her mouth, of course.

"Ellie pegged her perfectly," Laurie says, smiling over Sierra and looking at me, "eager to please, always trying to impress, and sexually over-compensating; I like her a lot."

"How did you convince her to do this?" I ask, pulling out my phone and showing her the picture she sent me.

"We played on her insecurities," Laurie smiles slightly, tracing her finger along the curves of her mother's side, "we knew she'd want to be the cool step-mom, so we let her try to impress us. Once she got comfortable with us, we revealed the… nature of our relationship."

"First Audrie, then your own father," Sierra muses, looking back at me with a frank expression, "I wonder where you learned to be so manipulative."

"You should have seen her face when Tom kissed me," Laurie giggles girlishly, drawing her mother's ire away from me, "it was perfect."

"I would love to have seen that," Sierra smiles, taking her daughter's hands and guiding it between her legs, "tell me everything that happened, in gratuitous detail."

I press my body against Sierra's back, spooning her, feeling my breasts squish against her shoulders and my pussy slide against her ample backside. I nuzzle my face against the soft curve of her neck, and kiss her gently in the vulnerable spot, smiling as I hear her breath quicken beneath me. Laurie turns over and presses herself to her mother's front; her petite bust deforming against the swell of her mother's bosom, one of her slender legs wrapping lazily over her mother's thick thighs. She stares her sapphire eyes into her mother's identical irises, and smiles.

"Well," Laurie smirks, allowing her mother to guide her hand further down, "first, we smoked a little weed, and drank a little beer."

"Oh, you're grounded," Sierra chuckles, reaching behind herself and spreading one of her cheeks for me, "you shouldn't have told me that."

"Then, Audrie and I got in a little wrestling match," Laurie giggles, caressing her mother along her leaking slit, sending shivers up the woman's spine that I can feel tremoring against my belly, "and she ended up on top of me."

"I've seen this movie before." I smile over Sierra's shoulder as I slide my hand between our bodies, tracing down her spine and nearing the small of her back.

"I thought she might kiss me right there," Laurie says, her voice barely a whisper, her tones seeping with seduction as she teases her mother while recounting her tale, "but she resisted me."

"I bet you didn't like that." Sierra smiles to her daughter, their eyes still locked, their lips inches apart.

"I was patient," Laurie says, her eyes sparkling, her fingers still caressing her mother, not penetrating her, "just like I'm being patient with you now."

"Hmm," Sierra murmurs contentedly, nestling her body closer to her daughter's, "you're testing me again, aren't you?"

"I am," Laurie giggles girlishly, though her eyes twinkle mischievously, "one of these days, I'll find the right combination to unlock you."

"And then what?" Sierra smiles, releasing her spread cheek as my hand slides between her supple glutes.

"Then," Laurie whispers, her fingers slickening with the nectar of her mother's want, "I'll have you begging between my legs, just like Audrie was."

As if on cue, Audrie's voice rings out in abject ecstasy. We turn our attention from ourselves, and watch as the beautiful blonde expresses her lust. Bradley and Tom are standing, facing each other, with Audrie acting as the bridge between them. She faces her step-son, with her arms pulled back behind herself, and clasping their hands together behind her husband's neck. Her body is curved into a graceful, tan arch; her shoulders resting on her husband's chest, her perfect breasts jutting toward her step son, her silky abdomen distending forward, and her supple ass deforming against Bradley's pelvis. She is being impaled, violated by the pull of her own body weight. Her legs straighten and tense at her sides as she slowly descends; her pussy taking in her step-son, her asshole slowly expanding around her husband's rigid cock. Every inch she drops, her face contorts more dramatically; her mouth falling further agape, her eyes bulging wider, her brow furrowing deeply, creating lines of strain across her smooth forehead. Her voice grows louder and more desperate with each inch she takes in, until her holes finally consume the last of the men supporting her, and she whimpers pathetically.

"God, she's beautiful." Sierra mutters, all of us forgetting for a moment that we were about to fuck each other.

"I tried to make her ugly," Laurie whispers as the men begin to thrust into her step-mom, "but everything I threw at her just made her look hotter."

Laurie's right; no matter what image you take of Audrie, every snapshot of her lust looks like it could be a centerpiece in Hustler. Even as the men pound into her harder and harder, her body doesn't contort in the violence, but gracefully adapts. The elegant curve of her bridging arch bends and shifts between the men taking her, but the motions are smooth and adept. Her face never distorts into an ugly grimace, but expresses her intense pleasure with picturesque dignity. Even the picture I have of her on my phone, with her own panties shoved in her mouth, her innocent eyes, woeful expression and ravaged complexion somehow look pretty, as if she prepared herself for the photo.

"She's taking this with a lot more grace than you did," Sierra chuckles to Laurie, reaching forward and grabbing her daughter's ass, and then dragging her closer, bringing their groins together, "the things that came out of your mouth, Laurie… imagine if your mother heard you say those things."

"Are you chastising me for my dirty mouth?" Laurie giggles, teasing her mother with one hand, while tracing the outline of Sierra's lips with the other, "Even after my tongue was in your ass?"

"Such a dirty little mouth," Sierra grins, their lips brushing against each other, "I'll have to clean it out."

Mother and daughter connect in a kiss; their lips forming around each other and sucking gently as their tongues entwine between them. I take an indulgent inhale of Sierra as I pinch my fingers together against her puckered rim; smelling the sweet scent of her desire wafting from her warm flesh. I push my fingers slowly forward, and feel the tension of her sphincter unwind in a welcoming surrender. Her rim opens about my pressing digits, and then tender, glistening flesh of her asshole beckons me inside. She moans into her daughter's mouth, and presses her body closer to her as my hand moves deeper, and deeper. Her incestual kiss becomes more impassioned the further my hand travels inside her, and I see Laurie falling prey to her mother's seduction. She ceases her teasing, and slides her fingers into her mother just like Sierra wants her to, gently compelled to give in to Sierra's overbearing prowess. Laurie never really had a chance against her mother, but I get the feeling that Sierra likes that her daughter tries. One day, Laurie might finally break the woman, but not today. Today, she simply loves her the way Sierra wants her to. Sierra's lust is controlling, but not domineering; she just makes people want to do what she wants to do. As Sierra's rim encloses about my violating wrist, and she shifts her hips against me to take it deeper, I realize, that I just did exactly what she wanted. I smile to myself, and push further into her.

TOM

"Oh, god!" Audrie cries, looking into my eyes as her back arches deeper, jutting her jiggling breasts into my face, "Fuck me harder!"

Her legs wrap around my driving hips, pulling me deeper into her as she convulses violently from the inside. I drive in congruence with my father; feeling her tighten around me as he violates her from the other side. I can tell she likes it better when we move together by the way she screams in my ear, and by the spasms that wrack her desecrated insides. She wants to be fucked in both holes at once; she wants to be filled with as much man as she can take. Her penetration is so robust that I can see the indentation of my cock moving subtly beneath the smooth flesh of her pelvis. I can feel her pelvic floor jutting violently from her body with each simultaneous pull of the men inside her, and I feel her body seize in delight every time that happens.

Audrie is not like Laurie, not really. She doesn't demand abuse like my sister does, but she isn't opposed to things getting rough. I release her thighs, as her legs are now wrapped securely around my waist, and I take two handfuls of her perfect breasts. I squeeze hard, but not to the point of pain like I would with Laurie. I feel the supple texture of her bust give into the pressing of my fingers, and I see the arousal surge into her eyes as my thumbs press onto her nipples. Her head falls against my dad's chest, and she moans a drawn-out, deep sound. She watches me from the bottoms of her eyes as my thumbs push her erect nipples back inside her breasts, and my fingers sink into the soft flesh surrounding them. Dad begins to drive harder into Audrie's ass, and I strain to keep pace with the old man. As our rhythm speeds up, I see the change begin to take shape in Audrie's expression. Her eyes widen with each increasing blast of our hips, her mouth falls further agape, and her brow furrows in the tell-tale sign of her ascension. Her moans become cries, and her motions become more ardent. She gyrates her hips in a circular pass; her abdomen flexing beneath her breasts, the indentation of my driving cock forming and reforming beneath her musculature as she stirs her insides around it. Her voice carries higher and higher, and her lustful dance becomes more impassioned. The circular motion of her hips works in opposition of her penetration, and the resistances of her muscles only serve to tighten her hold on me. I drive through the tightness she presents me, and her body wriggles in delight. Her cries become desperate, shallow, pants, as if she were hyperventilating, and the motions of her body stray from graceful, to violent.

"Oh-fuck-oh-fuck-oh-fuck-oh-fuck-oh-fuck!" she pants, her breath heaving from her gaping lips in short, sputtering bursts, her eyes brimming with the tears of her pleasure. I feel the pressure growing in my loins, and the will to stop it wane. I didn't come inside Laurie, but I'm not sure if I can stop myself from coming inside Audrie. I turn to my left, and see Eleanor and Mom watching me expectantly. Goddamn it, I'm not a fucking pornstar! I grit my teeth, and hammer into the woman, feeling her insides clench around me like a vice as Dad ravages her from the other side. She screams, bucks her hips, and begins to convulse wildly. Her cunt traps me within her like a vice, and her back straightens as her head flies skyward to yield her primal cry. She squirts all over me, and I have to sing the national anthem in my head to keep from blowing the last of myself inside her. Dad does not share my resolve, and I hear Audrie's scream sharpen in delight as he fills her gaping asshole. Her fervency subsides, softening to exerted breaths and soft whimpers, and she takes her husband's mouth to her own as she savors his seed inside her. Her legs unwrap from my waist, and I stumble backward, and collapse onto the couch.

"Busy day, huh?" Mom chuckles in my ear as she rests her head on my shoulder.

"My dick has friction burns," I groan, letting my head fall back on the couch, "I don't think I can do this much longer."

"Oh, my poor baby," Mom giggles, kissing me on the neck, pressing her soft body against me, "I'll be gentle with you."

Mom is an impossible woman to deny. Her kisses trace sweet fire against my skin as she lowers herself between my legs. I feel another pair of hands brushing my chest, and I look to the side to see Laurie nestling her body next to me.

"You look exhausted," she sniggers, tousling my hair playfully, "did I wear you out?"

"You, then Audrie, then you again, then Audrie again," I groan, "and next Mom, and then Ellie?! I can't keep this up!"

"Mmm, I don't know, Pumpkin," Mom smiles between my legs, her cool fingers wrapping around my cock, "it looks like you're keeping it up just fine."

Laurie lowers her face to my crotch as Mom's lips press tenderly on my tip. They turn their head to opposite sides of me, and then look up with similar smirks strewn across their near-identical faces. Their tongues snake from between their smiling lips, and move from my tip, to my base. I groan as a small shot of precum shoots from my head, and they snigger knowingly to each other. I rest a hand on both of their crowns, entangling my fingers into their luxurious locks as their heads move up and down in the motion of their lewd pleasure.

"Fuuuuuuck." I moan, feeling myself grow even harder, simultaneously dreading and anticipating what is to come. My back aches, my legs are weak and my groin is a mess, but the feeling of my sister and mother tenderly licking their way up my shaft is just too much to deny. I look over to Dad, and see Eleanor eating the dripping contents of Audrie's ass as Audrie squats before her husband. Her tan, toned back is straight in its posture, and her tailbone protrudes slightly from the twinned domes that make up the lascivious outline of her backside. She turns from her meal, and looks at me, reaching back and pressing the redhead deeper into her consumption. She gives me a little wink, and then says something to Eleanor. Eleanor leaves Audrie's gaping anus with a parting kiss on the rim, and then takes Dad's hand, and brings him over to his awaiting ex-wife. Alright, here we go again.

SIERRA

I glide my body upward along Tom's, noting his obvious exhaustion. There's no way he can last for a round of me, and then Eleanor, and by the pained way Bradley's walking toward me, I know he feels the same. Eleanor catches my gaze as she brings my ex-husband to me, and she eyes the wet spot between my legs. I smile, and rotate myself so that I'm facing away from Tom, my ass pressing to his groin, my back resting on his chest. It looks like Tom and Bradley are going to be taking the both of us together.

Eleanor climbs atop me; her large, pale bust squishing against my own, her back arching so that her belly presses against mine, her quirked, excited smile brushing my lips. Tom spreads me as Bradley spreads Eleanor, and we share a final, anticipatory grin as our assholes are finally penetrated. We growl in unison as the pressure in our rectums grows. The piercing, throbbing nature of my sodomy compels me to press to my redheaded friend, and our clits rub against each other as our bodies curve in lust.

"Oh, fuck," Eleanor moans in a low, deep growl, shifting her hips and smiling brightly at me as our legs entangle and our pussies mingle, "you like that, Sierra?"

"Your nasty, little ginger cunt grinding against me?" I gasp, feeling her heartbeat thrumming against my pressing breast, "While you fuck my husband?"

"Ex-husband," Eleanor grins, moans slipping from her whorish, red lips, "and I think he likes me more than you.

"You can have him," I grin, grinding my ass against Tom's thrusting pelvis, relishing the depth of his penetration, "I'll take Tom all to myself."

"What about me?" Audrie says from beside me, slipping her hand between Eleanor and myself, "Who do I get?"

"I think they're trying to take the men from us, Audrie," Laurie grins from my other side, reaching her hand below the action, "how greedy of them."

"You two bitches got them all to yourselves!" I yell, laughing in pleasure as Tom's cock presses against my vaginal wall, sending screaming pleasure deep into my twisting abdomen.

"And you wore us the fuck out." Bradley groans from behind Eleanor, gripping the pale, supple fat of her ass as he drives into her tight asshole.

"Now I'm stuck with boring Sierra," Eleanor laughs, cries of ecstasy interrupting her words, "and an exhausted, old man."

"Old man?!" Bradley yells, pulling Eleanor off me in a powerful lift. Her eyes widen in excitement, and she bites her lower lip as she's forced in the air, and pressed against his chest. He pulls her thick, rippling thighs forward, and jackhammers his way into her gaping, pink asshole. The voluptuous redhead becomes a stream of jiggling pale flesh and flailing red hair, and her delight sings from her mouth as she bounces up and down in opposition to his driving thrusts. Audrie takes the opportunity to plant her face between Eleanor's legs, and wrap her lips about the oozing slit at their precipice. Eleanor's hands dart forward in a manic motion of pleasure, and she grasps the blonde woman's hair in a white-knuckled panic.

Laurie slinks her lean, nubile body against mine, and smiles companionably as she guides my hands, and hers, between our legs. I sink my fingers into the tight reaches of her pussy as she glides hers inside my vacant slit, and we moan and writhe in congruence as Tom drives harder and harder into my asshole. Laurie slides her body further up my own, and wraps her legs about my waist as her fingers push deeper. She lies atop me, mingling the soft warmth of her feminine body with my own as Tom's fierce masculinity contrasts her beneath me.

Eleanor's red hair and pale form comes blurring into my vision as she crashes onto the couch. I can tell by the mischievous glint in her eyes, and the twisted anger on Bradley's face, that she said something to set him off. He plants his foot on the side of her face, and forces her head into the cushions as he rails mercilessly into her asshole. Laurie turns her attention away from me, and gives Eleanor an appraising look as the ginger girl exhibits the same masochism Laurie is inclined to. The only difference between Ellie and Laurie, is that Eleanor continues to hurl insults at Bradley even as he throws his back into her.

Audrie saunters over to the three of us, smirking at Eleanor's predicament, and then smiling deviously at the options she has before her. She plants her face into the midst of our defilement, and I feel her tongue slide from Tom's balls, up my taint, through my slit, and then through Laurie's exposed holes. My son, daughter and I moan in mutual satisfaction as we pleasure each other, and the wonderful step-mother services us from below. I remove my invading digits from Laurie's slit and let Audrie do the work for us, and then cup my beautiful daughter's face in my own, and bring her forward for a kiss.

ELEANOR

"Gaaah!" I scream, reveling in the brutality of Bradley's drives as he forcibly expands my anus, "Is Viagra deductible for AARP members, old man?!"

"Do you even have a driver's license yet?" Bradley growls, his pelvis smashing into my ass, his cock piercing me so deeply, "Or does Mommy still have to drop you off at school?"

"I think your erection has lasted for too long," I grin, exerted tones of pleasure leaking from my gritted teeth, "maybe we should call an ambulance for you."

"I'm gonna need one just to get rid of all the STDs you're giving me," Bradley sneers, slapping my ass painfully as his foot pushes my face further into the cushions, "you Catholic sluts don't know what condoms are."

"Father forgive me, for I have sinned!" I scream, feeling the violent quaking in my depths rise with each brutal penetration of my ruined rectum, "I've taken advantage of a senile geriatric!"

"Holy father, save me," Bradley snarls, "because I'm pretty sure Chris Hansen is waiting behind that door."

I laugh gleefully and back my ass into Bradley, reveling in his combative nature, savoring the relentless brutality with which he regards me. My ass ripples and reddens with the impact of his pelvis and palm, my back arches into an agonizing wrench as my belly is forced downward, and my pelvis, pushed upward. I scream my ecstasy into the cushions, and claw desperately at the upholstery. God, it's good.

SIERRA

Eleanor's body shifts violently back and forth under my thrusting ex-husband as her screams carry from her mouth. Half her face is still visible beneath Bradley's foot, and it's a contorted mess of smiling, red lips, running makeup, and wide, green eyes. She shrieks the last throes of her orgasm as Bradley slaps the last of his malice into the reddened, supple flesh of her backside. She collapses beneath him, and he gives her a parting slap on the ass, before pulling out, and showering her with his seed. She moans in delight as her ruined complexion is desecrated further; grinding her thighs together in arousal as cum rains into her hair, onto her face, and across her back. He regards her with a disdainful look, then chuckles, and helps her to her feet.

The feeling inside me is stirring to its precipice, but I hold back on it, watching my ex-husband expectantly, waiting for him to finally take me. I moan and shift on my son, presenting my body beneath my daughter, calling for him, waiting for him, but he doesn't look my way. He takes Eleanor by the hips and kisses her; deeply, passionately, lecherously. He doesn't even look at me. You're done with that redheaded whore, Bradley! Come to me! He just keeps kissing her, ignoring me, pretending I'm not there. He'll never touch me again. He'll never love me like he used to. He'll cast me out after this, and never let me see him again. I know these fears are irrational, I know they're just my emotions playing with me, but I can't help but feel them. Eleanor breaks from the kiss, smiling lustfully, and then whispers something in his ear. He turns to me, and regards me with a passive, studious gaze. I smile warmly, hopefully, trying to cast aside the fear that creeps within my chest. He stares dispassionately for a moment longer, and I feel the anxiety brimming at the corners of my mind. Finally, he smiles, and my heart leaps. His grin broadens as he walks over to me, and Laurie tactfully dismounts; taking Audrie by the hand and grinning back at me from ear to ear.

"Your fiancé is fucking crazy." Bradley smiles as Eleanor limps behind him.

"She's not my-"

"I know, Sierra," Bradley chuckles, "no shit."

Bradley takes my thighs in his hands, and I spread them, shaking in anticipation, tremoring in the pleasure of my sodomy. He smiles down at me, and slowly, he enters me. My heart jumps with joy as his rigid love presses into my delicate heat. I clench around him in a lustful, warm embrace as the last inch of him pierces me just right. He groans in satisfaction as I take him, and I lean forward, curling myself upright to meet him. Our lips connect in a loving embrace, and he kisses me just like he did all those years ago. The passion, the desire and the love burn from his lips and tongue, and placate my lust in a way only he ever could. I melt in his mouth, and wrap my legs around his waist, taking him deeper, feeling him pulse within me next to his son. The aching, wonderful pleasure seeps into my depths, and brings about a growing pressure that rises within me. Muffled cries and moans pour from the crease of my kiss, but I don't break from it. I gyrate and move in congruence with my son and lover, and rise with them, feeling them ascend in the same euphoria that takes me. A chorus of our lust exalts from our mouths as the feeling bursts, and we fall together in the final satisfaction, our bodies mingling and our hearts loving. I feel the soft, female bodies of Eleanor, Audrie and Laurie entangle in the pile, and I feel the exhaustion of the day wear on me. I see it in all their faces; the tired, but content look that droops their expressions, and gives them blissful grins. As my heart slows to its normal cadence, and the satisfied sighs fill the room, I nuzzle my head against my son's chest, and savor the weight of his father atop me. Then, I fall asleep.

Epilogue

Tom, Laurie and Eleanor did end up going to prom that year. Tom's date was Eleanor, as originally planned, but even after her abrupt breakup with her longtime boyfriend, Laurie did not go stag. No, the entire student body whispered and gossiped as Laurie Baker, captain of the gymnastics team and valedictorian of the junior class, showed up to prom with the most beautiful blonde woman the small, Nebraskan town had ever laid eyes on. At first, the spectators thought it was just a stunt, but then they saw the way the two women danced with each other. Rumor flew like wildfire that Laurie Baker was a lesbian, but the rumors didn't bother her. She had the hottest date at the dance, and the way to the two women moved together drew the eyes of every swinging dick and jealous twat in the gymnasium. Some people called the dancing 'pornographic,' those of a more progressive mindset called it 'art,' but most agreed that it was just 'hot as fuck.' Later that night, all rumors of Laurie's homosexuality were dispelled during the after-party at the Baker's house. Without going into gratuitous detail (as I believe this author has done quite enough of), I'll just summarize the events that occurred in the house as quoted by dazed patrons seen leaving the property.

"Holy fucking shit, those bitches are crazy."

"Can I confide something in you? I'm in love with Laurie's mother."

"There are no virgins leaving that party. Dude, I'm serious; they let everyone have a turn."

"Eleanor did things to me… terrible, wonderful things."

After the infamous party at the Baker's house, Tom graduated high school, and decided to live at home and attend the local community college. Bradley and Audrie Baker soon moved in with Sierra, Tom and Laurie, and Eleanor managed to talk her parents into letting her live with the Bakers as well. From all reports, it sounded like Eleanor's parents didn't need much convincing. Needless to say, after a few months, all of the women of the house were knocked up. It was a coin-toss to guess who the father was, but none of the prospective mothers cared to find out. Nine months later, the Baker house became a three-generation family, and the familial debauchery dwindled as child-rearing came into focus. That's not say the debauchery stopped completely, it just wasn't the daily thing it was before. Years past, and the family grew, and changed. Audrie and Eleanor became fast friends, and scoured the town for unsuspecting men (and women) to take back home. Strangers walked into the Baker house, stayed the night, and then left with a very different perspective on life. Most of the people Audrie and Eleanor dated did not become long-term relationships, but they did end up finding a set of twins, a brother and a sister, who became permanent members of the family. The youngest generation of the family grew into maturity, and the adults took it upon themselves to teach their children all about the birds and bees. I'd like to say the whole thing ended happily ever after, but a gas leak eventually blew the place up..

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