asked why as she said that the reason as that as it her birthday she wanted a 3 some. I was shocked. Anyway I stopped the car and I chose the best hooker and told her to get inside the car. She agreed for $200.

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We reached home and went upstairs. My mom began to kiss the hooker while I watched for sometime. I have never seen a girl kissing another girl in real life, only on porn movies. The hooker then began to suck mom’s pussy and that is when I joined in. as mom was on the bed and the hooker was bending and sucking mom’s pussy,

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I went and opened up her pants and panties. I then started to suck her pussy while she was sucking mom’s pussy. She looked back once and then continued what she was doing. Soon the hookers juices were flowing into my mouth and they were very tasty but not as tasty as mom’s ones. When I had had enough, I got up and went to the otherside of the bed where mom was lying down and I started sucking mom’s tongue. After a while I put my cock into mom’s mouth and she began to suck it with great taste. The hooker in the mean time got up and wanted to do something new and I told her to kiss mom while I fuck them both. I started to fuck the hooker from behind and she started to moan while she and mom kissed each other passionately. I then told the hooker to move aside and watch us while I fucked mom in her pussy, mom started to scream as she was very horny and that turned on the hooker as well who got up and pushed her pussy down to mom’s mouth. Mom looked like a hungry slut. As the hooker and I were face to face I noticed that she was very sexy looking and I pulled her mouth and kissed her twice or thrice. I bet we were looking like porn stars from a distance. Finally after long hours of fucking I was almost gonna explode. When the hooker took charge of my cock and started sucking it so that I explode in her mouth. It was within no time that I exploded in her mouth and mom then kissed so that they could share my cum.

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The hooker left and mom said, ‘Thanks honey. That was the best birth day present I have ever had. Come here. I want to make love to you again.’ ‘Sure mom, I said.’ We went in and fucked each other till late night until we fell asleep.

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g.  But she’s only 16 and she’s my first cousin. 

          Today is different.  After asking for the hundredth time, Sara looks at me and pulls her top off.  DAMN!  She’s so fucking hot.  She smiles at me and pulls her sweatpants down.  She is prepared for this seduction, I realize, because she has nothing under the sweatpants except naked skin and her shaved snatch. 

           My dick rises to attention, creating a teepee in my shorts.  “Sara,” I say, but her hand on my bulge interrupts my weakening protests. 

        “I’m not asking you for a date or to go steady with me, Mat.  I just want your dick inside me.  Now.”

      She pulls my waistband down and my dick pops up like a soldier’s solute, swaying slightly, nodding in anticipation.  “Eager, aren’t we?” she asks and smiles at my dick.

       I can’t restrain myself any longer.  I grab her hips, lift her, say “I won’t be gentle,” and throw her unceremoniously on the small bed. 

      Her legs part willingly, and I’m between them exploring her tight pussy with my 9 inch cock.  As I penetrate her again and again, she gasps, wrapping her legs around my waist, doing her best to contain my plunging, but ultimately failing.  I pound at her, thinking we shouldn’t be doing this because her parents are upstairs sleeping and my sister is in the bedroom next-door.  But I am doing it. I tell myself to do it proper, to not have any guilt. 

        “Oh, YES Mat, YES, fuck my pussy, oh GOD YES, fuck me, aaaaahhhh!”  She screams as my thrusts become frantic, wanting to savor the moment but not wanting to be caught. 

         “You’re so tight, Sara,” I pant.  You’re no virgin, I think as I stare at her face, her scrunched up eyes and wide open mouth. I don’t want to cum in her pussy.  “Keep your mouth open!” I demand removing my cock from her wetness.  Her eyes are still closed as I climb her and position the head of my cock at her parted lips.  I shove.  She gags.  My balls rest against her chin for a second and then I pull out only to shove in again.  “That’s right, bitch, eat it,” I say.  I cannot believe I am doing this, and to my cousin. I hold her head as I face fuck her.  In an explosion of pleasure, I cum, filling her mouth to its limit with my seed.  Simi-hard now, I keep myself in her.

           It is then that I notice another presence in the room.  My cock still in Sara, I turn my head and see my sister, Jane. I look down at Sara, her mouth full of my dick and sperm, and say "You set me up."

            Sara shakes her head in denial and the motion would've turned me on had my heart not been pounding.  Shit, I think, I've been caught on film! fucking my underage cousin. My sister's going to have my balls! Hell, my mom’s going to have them too. I knew how close both women are to Sara.

          “She’s right, Mat,” my sister says.  “I did.  I’ve wanted to have you in me ever since I saw you in the shower when you were fifteen.”  She looks at our cousin.  “Sara, since you’ve succeeded in making him limp, why don’t you suck him again until he’s suitably hard for me.” 

           Sara nods and takes my limpness into her mouth again.  As my cousin blows me for the second time my sister removes her clothes.  As I see what is about to be mine I cannot help but feel a sort of giddiness.  My friends would never believe I fucked not only Sara, but Jane too.  My sister is still recording.  She sets the video camera on a bookshelf at an angle so that it still receives all the action.  Jane takes our cousin by the waist, pulls her back, away from the object of her affection, my slippery cock.  Saliva drips from its tip.

           “My turn,” Jane says.  “You can watch, but now it’s my turn to have his cock.  If you don’t fuck me good and hard, Matt, I’ll make sure the right people get this video.  You don’t want to go to jail for statutory rape, do you?”  She spreads her legs.  “Get that biggie in here, brother.”

            Who am I to say no to my older sister?  I get my biggie in there, and get it in there fast and hard.  Still dripping our cousin’s juices, my dick fills my sister as I work my way as deep as possible.

               "Uh," my sister moans as I push my member deep.  "Mmm.  Sara, you can stay if you want.  Help me with the cleanup, cause I...I...think this'll be messy soon."  She gives up on talk and rolls me over so she's on top. 

               She rides me like a pro and I can't help but utter: "GOD, where'd you learn to fuck!"

               "Mom," she replies.  "I used to watch her fuck Tony and I practiced with some veggies."

                As my sister continues to bounce on my dick I think THANK YOU MOM!

 

 

The next morning I wake up sore.  My dick feels like it had been though a war; beaten, battered, hyped on action and wanting more, but afraid it wouldn't be up for the task.

              The form next to me reminds me of the killer night I'd had.  To my right is my naked 24 year old sister.  Her black hair is still damp with sweat from the night's endeavors.  Draped across my upper body is my 16 year old cousin, Sara, naked too.  Her cheek is resting on Jane's left breast. 

               My dick stiffens and I reach for Sara's ass.  With both hands I spread her, gently climbing out from beneath her.  I position myself at her backdoor and shove in hard.  I hear her scream.  She buries her mouth against my sister's nipple.  I pull out and plunge in again. 

               "Oh, yes, Mat, just like that," my cousin says, voice muffled due to my sister’s breast. 

                "Fuck her good, Mat," my sister says, sleepily.

                As I slide into my cousin again, I reach for her breasts, take hold of them, and kiss her neck.  I hear footsteps outside my bedroom door just as I get a good rhythm going.  I pause in my fucking, my cock buried to the root in Sara's ass.  My eyes are fastened to the door.  The knob turns, opens an inch or two.  I see my mother, Amy.  Neither Jane nor Sara sees her.  

                Our eyes meet and she closes the door as silently as she had opened it. 

             

 

Later that day, after Sara left for school and Jane for work, I go downstairs.  Amy is in the kitchen preparing a meal for the party that will take place later in the evening. 

                 I turn on the TV and do some channel-surfing. 

                 "Mat," my mother says, entering the TV room.  "I need to talk to you about what you were doing this morning and probably last night as well."

                 I can't bring myself to meet her gaze. 

                 "Look at me." 

                 I look.  Mom is 44 years old and still beautiful.  Slim with large breasts, she could've been a movie star.  She is a redhead.  My eyes linger on her chest, encased in a too-tight sweater that leaves little to the imagination. 

                  "Get your eyeful and pay attention.  What you did to your cousin and sister was wrong.  Very wrong.  I know you enjoyed it, but still it was wrong.”

                  I always took it as a sign of maturity that I could talk to my mom about anything even while my thoughts usually ran towards imagines of banging her.  I undressed her with my eyes as I replied: “I know. I don’t know what came over me.  Sara, begged me and then she took my penis in her hand and I…I just had to fuck her!”

                  “And your sister?”

                  “She filmed me with Sara.  It was blackmail.”

                  “I know what she did, Mat.  I watched the video.  It looked to me as though you were experiencing heavenly delights.  I didn’t see you hesitate at all before burying your cock in Jane’s pussy.”

                  I couldn’t deny it.

                   “Look, what happened can’t happen again.”

                  “You think I’ll be able to stop now?  You’re nuts.  Their pussies were the tightest, their mouths the best at sucking cock that I’ve ever had.  And Sara’s ass…!  Don’t get me started on her ass!”

                    I see Mom think this over.  Then: “I’ll substitute.  Instead of fucking them, I’ll let you fuck me.  Any position, any time, anywhere.  Agreed?”

                     “You’re my mom!”

          “You fucked your cousin and sister.  Why not me?  Do we have a deal?”

When it seems I might decline her glorious offer, Amy lifts her sweater.  She has no bra on and was I a dog I would be drooling at the sight of her wonderful melons.  As it is, my dick swells in my pants and doesn’t go unnoticed.

                      “I’ll meet you in Dad’s and my bedroom.  Hurry.” 

                       On the way to their bedroom, heart racing, I stop by Jane’s room and retrieve her camcorder.  There is no way in hell I am going to forfeit sex with my sister and cousin.  There is also no way in hell I am going to pass up an opportunity to fuck Mom either.  I’m determined to have all three. 

 

Mom is naked when I enter her bedroom.  I can’t believe my luck.  She isn’t looking at me and so I position the camcorder on the dresser where it will have an uninterrupted view of the activity about to commence. 

            I undress.  “God, you are so beautiful!” I say as I climb into bed with her. 

            I lick her breasts as she strokes my erection.  “Choice time, Mat.  Do you want to use a rubber or just get it on?”

            I fucked both Sara and Jane without protection, so I figured why start now.  “I want to do you bareback.” 

            “I was hoping you’d say that.  You’re father insists on rubbers every time.  It’s been so long since I’ve had it old fashioned.”

            “Then today’s your lucky day,” I say, engulfing her left breast with my lips.

            Her legs part and I slide my hands beneath her firm ass and squeeze.  My cock enters her pussy, inch by inch, until it has disappeared to the root.  “Oh, God!” I say.  “Mom, Dad hasn’t been living up to his reported standards!  You’re gripping my cock like a vise!”

            “Oh, son, fuck me, fuck your mother!  That’s it, be a good son.  Give it to me.  Oh, YES, Mat, pound my pussy.  Fuck me like you fucked your sister!  You feel so wonderful!”

            “So do you, Mom!  I…I can’t get enough of you!”  I slam into her again and again and again, her large breasts pressed against my chest, her ass in my hands.  I press my lips against hers and insert my tongue.  She sucks on it and against her mouth I say: “Later, I’ll have you suck my cock!” 

            She rolls me.  Now I’m beneath her and she’s perched on my flagpole, bouncing and I slide my hands from her ass to her smooth stomach to her bouncy tits and fondle. 

            “Oh my God, Mat!”

            “You like this, Mom?”

            “I LOVE it.  Oh, God how I…is that a camera!”

            I smile, imagining my mother’s reaction to the camcorder recording her bouncing on my cock.  “Yes, it is,” I say as she pauses, my cock inserted all the way inside her.  I thrust upwards, balls slapping her thighs.  “Please continue, slut!”

            She looks at me, her eyes wide.  “You’re filming us!”

            I squeeze her juicy melons.  “I wanted to have something to remember our first night fucking.  No one else is going to see it.  Now, please, for the love of God, continue!”

            I take my hands from her breasts and place them on her hips.  Holding her I push up and into her tight cunt.  “Oh, God!  Mom, I love fucking you!” 

            She is still staring at the camera, her mouth slightly open.  I look up at her face, but her gigantic tits block most of the view. I continue my thrusts, but see her eyes; they are squeezed shut, and little pants escape her lips.

            Then she starts bouncing on my shaft again, ignoring the camera.  “You’re bigger than you’re father…GOD!  You feel fantastic inside me!  Keep fucking me, son.  Fuck your mother harder.  Fill me!”

            Minutes later I fill her like a geyser.

            She collapse on top of me, her breasts pressed against my face.  I open and mouth and suckle her tits. 

God, what a morning!

            “No one can ever see that video, son,” she says as I work her left nipple, giving it gentle nips as I suck hungrily at it.  “Promise me.”

            My dick’s still inside her as I respond: “I promise.  No one will ever see it except for you and me.  Unless certain conditions aren’t followed, of course.  First: I will be fucking you whenever and wherever I want.  Second: I will also be fucking Sara and Jane whenever I want…don’t look at me like that.  You say I shouldn’t fuck Jane ‘cause she’s my sister.  Well, newsflash…you’re my mother and you fucked me.  So please, please, don’t be a goddamn hypocrite.”  Her face flushes as though just now realizing the enormity of our actions.  “Now, I’ve promised.  Please get off me, I’ve got things to do, and a sister to screw.”

 

I get out of the shower and don’t bother with a towel.  Sara’s in her room doing her homework with her mom, my Aunt Jenna’s help and I figure if Jenna sees me or finds out about my family adventures maybe I’ll just fuck her too.  As though the head of my cock has an implanted magnet I am drawn to Jane’s room. 

            I don’t bother knocking.  Inside I see her on the bed.  She’s talking to Ashley, her best-friend but stops when she sees me.  Her eyes go immediately to my dick and she says “Ash, I’ll have to call you back.  Yeah, he’s here.  Yes, yes, I’ll introduce you to him soon.  Ok.  Bye.” 

            She turns around on her bed and shows me her exceptional ass, the tight shorts she’s wearing leaving no doubt to its firmness.  “All the fun we were having last night and this morning and I realized you paid more attention to Sara than to me.  You fucked her from behind this morning…I’d like you to do the same…”

            Her voice soon is lost on me as I approach and grab her hips.  I pull her shorts down; she has nothing on beneath.  Hands on her ass-cheeks, I spread her and then split her with my raging cock. 

            “Oh, GOD MAT, YES!” she screams as I fill her with my pole. 

            I go in, pull out, and go in again, building speed with each masterful thrust.  I cover her mouth with my hand in a half attempt at keeping her screams contained…I didn’t want to be interrupted by our Aunt and I knew if our cousin or Mom came in I’d have to divide my attention.  I wanted my sister, all of her, all to myself. 

              “Oh, YEAH!” I scream as I drill her ass.  “Take it, bitch!  Take it all, you fuckin’ whore-slut.  Take your brother’s big dick.  I can’t wait to fill you ass with my seed, bitch!  Oh yeah, take every inch I offer, you dirty slut.”  I had though her pussy was great, but her ass surpassed my expectations.  “God, I love fucking you sis!  Do you love your brother?  Do you love my hard cock tearing you apart?” 

            “Don’t stop, Mat, don’t you dare stop fucking me.  Oh LORD don’t you ever stop!” 

            I piston in and out and in the process manage to get on my back, my cock popping out of her ass for the briefest of moments only to reenter her, this time her pussy, and she’s riding me reverse cowgirl.  I grip her ass-cheeks as she bounces on my dick and wonder why, in all my 19 years this is the first day I’ve ever fucked her.

            “If you’d…only…told me earlier…that you wanted…to fuck…” I pant as she rocks back and forth on my shaft.  “The fun…we could’ve…had!”

            My sister’s only response is to ride me ever faster, ever harder.  I know that soon I’ll fill her with my hot cum and so “You want it in your mouth, on your tits, on in your pussy?” I ask. 

            She doesn’t answer or slow so I figure the answer is the latter of the three options.  I erupt like a volcano and grab her hips, hold her down on my shaft, forcing her to consume with her pussy her brother’s hot cum.  Satisfied, I release her hips, and she collapses next to me, panting, recovering. 

            “I should have fucked you four years ago, Mat.  That day I saw you in the shower I should’ve jumped you.”

            “I wish you had, Jane.  But, now we can catch up on lost time.”

            There’s a knock at the door.  I freeze, my hand stroking my sister’s ass, hers stroking my limp dick, trying to get it hard again. 

            “Yes?  Who is it,” Jane asks trying and failing to sound normal; her breathing is too fast.

            “It’s Jenna.  Do you have a boy in there, Jane.  I don’t want you making love with your boyfriend while my daughter’s around.” 

            “Great, Mat, you fucked me TOO good,” Jane whispers.  “Aunt Jenna heard us.” Louder: “My boyfriend’s not here, Jen.  I’m not making love.” 

            Silence from the other side of the door.  My sister’s hands return to my cock which is steadily growing stiff again.  “I’m coming in,” Jenna warns.

            “Oh, shit,” from Jane and I try to scramble out of her bed but end up falling over my sister, the head of my cock against her sweaty thighs. 

            “What-in-the-hell,” Jenna says staring at us in that position. 

            Jane, who doesn’t know of my exploits with our mother immediately says to Jenna: “You can’t tell Mom!”

            Me?  The excitement of getting caught has added the last bit of hardness to my now-ready cock, and staring at our Aunt’s eyes I grab Jane’s legs and drape them over my shoulder’s.  I enter her hard and fast, without mercy, and she screams.

            “I’m getting Amy,” Jenna declares, but I ignore her and my sister doesn’t know whether to be worried or enjoy another good fucking by her brother.  She seems to have decided to enjoy it and let forget everything else. 

            Minutes later, as I pound at her pussy again, Jenna returns with her sister.  Noticing our mother’s lack of response at seeing her son fuck her daughter, Jenna realizes the enormity of the truth.  “You’ve had sex with him too?” 

            I see Mom nod.  “It was fantastic.  I wanted Mat to fuck me instead of Jane and Sara, but he’s blackmailing me now, so…”

            “He’s fucked my daughter…” Jenna gasps. 

            I watch as Mom undresses and Jenna gasps again.  “If you ever take his cock inside you, you’ll know why I don’t care that he’s my son.  He’ll fuck you so good, you’ll forget all about that husband of yours.” 

            I pull out of Jane as our mother approaches.  “Son, give Mommy that cock again so Jenna can see nothing’s wrong.” 

            I grab my sister’s head, “clean it, bitch, I wanna fuck Mom with your saliva coating my dick,” I say and Jane wraps her hungry lips around my manhood and sucks.  “Jenna, after I’m done with Mom, I’d really like to give you a good hard fucking too.  And then, should I have the energy, I think I’ll pay your slut daughter a visit too, give her pussy more of my cock seeing as she loved it earlier. 

            “That’s it sis!  Suck me good!  Your lips were made for blowing me!”

            “Oh, my God!” Jenna screams.  She goes on, ranting, but I’m in heaven and don’t hear, her words nothing but an irritation. 

            Finally, I cut her off, facefucking my sister I say “Mom, I’d better hurry up and fuck you so I can shove my cock down her throat and shut her up!” 

            I pull out of Jane’s mouth, dick dripping, and toss our Mom on the bed next to her.  I ram my wet cock into her wet cunt and pound away, eyes fixated on my next conquest, Aunt Jenna.  The bed speaks but soon her screams speak louder, as does the sound of my balls slapping against her thighs as my dick pistons in and out. 

            “Uh, uh, yes, oh, uh, yes…” and other more unintelligible words escape her throat.  She wraps her legs around my waist and tries to contain my energy but I spill out, unstoppable, and she shudders beneath me as I fill her to the brim with my hot seed. 

            My hands are on her breasts as I give her that one final thrust, the thrust that ends all others, and I meet my aunt’s gaze.  I can tell that she wants that passion, that fire, she’s drooling for me, but still she isn’t prepared to take that final step.  I pull my cock out of my mother’s pussy, leaving a trail of cum as I do.  Jane is still on the bed, next to our mother and I say “Help Jenna with her clothes.  It’ll be hard to give her a proper fucking with them on.”

            My sister gets up, boobs bouncing as she approaches our aunt, and begins unbuttoning her blouse.  Jenna makes no attempt to stop her.  She stands there, a human mannequin with luscious breasts that become free of the confinement of her black bra, breasts that beg to be sucked, to be fucked, by me.  And I, as fate would have it, am more than ready to suck and fuck those marvelous globes. 

            As my mom takes my cock in hand, stroking me back to erection, I decide that I’m going to do more than just fuck my aunt.  Don’t get the wrong idea here; I’m going to fuck her and good.  By “more” I simply mean I’m going to do more than teach her to love the feel and taste of my cock.  I’m going to teach her, and later her daughter, to need my dick, make it so they won’t feel right going a day without.

            Mom strokes staring at my meat and says “Dinnertime!”

            She begins gobbling my cock, teasing it to become hard, hard for her sister, and I tickle the back of her throat as I stiffen within her mouth. She alternatively sucks and licks my balls for a moment and I almost laugh remembering how worried I was when she caught me fucking my sister and cousin.  Are all the women in my family sluts?  I wonder.  There’s Amy, Sara, Jane, now Jenna, who else is there for me to screw?  I’d have to work on that later.   

            “You read for this?” I ask Jenna, pulling my slick organ out of my mother’s mouth and slapping her face with it, leaving wet streaks of saliva and cum.  She hungrily licks her lips and looks at her younger sister.

            “I got him ready for you, sis.  But you can thank me after you’ve been fucked.  You never know; he might bang you till you won’t even be able to look at Tom without wondering why your husband can’t fuck you quite like my son.”

           

An hour later and Jenna still wasn’t quite done getting fucked.  We’d taken numerous breathers, of course, and I’d cum in and on her multiple times, but the slut in her was still awakening and my cock was need.  And I was more than willing to provide.

            Currently I am behind her, my cock buried in her ass, two fingers in her mouth, other hand on her large left breast.  Mom, Jane, and Sara are all in the room watching us fuck, and all are naked. 

            I drill her furiously, unwilling to slow, willing myself to stay hard and give her my all.  God, she fucks so good! 

            “Mom,” Sara says, “I’ve never seen you like this before!”

            In response “Uh, Uh, mmm…” Jenna says, words unintelligible as I work my way deep inside her ass.

on my bed and tried to go to sleep because the civier headache splited my head. The house was totally empty. It was about one in the afternoon and Dad was working a day shift this week and Mom wouldn"t be home until about three o"clock.

I must have drifted off because the next thing I remember is being woken by the sound of voices from downstairs. My blurred eyes told me that my bedside clock was showing 4.10 pm. I recognized one voice as that of my own Mom"s but couldn"t recollect to whom the male voice belonged but it is familiar to my ear, although I was sure I had heard it before. As my senses came back to normal, it suddenly hit me who it was with Mom in the living room. It was her own Dad, Edwards; my Grandfather.

Grandad in our house, now that was a big surprise. The story I had managed to pick up from whispered conversations between family members over the past six years, was that Mom had caught her Dad coming out of the widow"s house next door to where Grandad and Grandma lived. He was doing up his trouser zip at the time and it was clear to Mom what he had been up to. Mom had no hesitation in telling Grandma what she had seen. A great row developed, after which Grandad was thrown out of his house. A messy divorce followed and he had been an outcast ever since as far as the family was concerned. So to hear his voice downstairs after all this time came as something of a shock.

I bore no ill will towards Grandad. I was too young at the time to know what was happening, and now that I was older, adultery seemed to be commonplace and almost acceptable. So I got up and decided to go down and say hello to the old geezer. I opened my bedroom door and stepped out onto the landing, but what I heard from the living room made me freeze in my tracks. Grandad"s voice was raised. Of course, Mom had assumed the house was empty, so she had no need to ask him to speak lower. They were clearly having an argument and then I heard Grandad say that people in glass houses shouldn"t throw stones. I was curious as to what he meant and from Mom"s question, I realized that she was too.

"Have a look at these photos", I heard him say to Mom. There followed about two minutes of silence, which was finally broken by Grandad"s bitter, yet triumphant voice. "It"s amazing what a cab driver sees at two in the a.m. I was sure pleased I had my camera that night. I think you"ll agree, Susan, the one where you"re being fucked from behind, and the blow job shot for that matter, are pretty good in terms of clarity." He went on to say that it had been worth the wait because now it was his turn to ruin her marriage. Clearly, he had just shown Mom photographs of her with another guy. I remembered she had gone out dressed to the nines last Thursday, while Dad was working a night shift. I must say that to hear of my own Mom"s infidelity like this came as a bit of a shock. I crouched lower to try to listen to how the conversation developed.

Grandad went on to say that he"d post a photo to Dad every day until he heard through the grapevine that they had split up. He said that even if she came clean and told Dad the truth, once he saw the evidence she would never be able to hold the marriage together. From where I stood, I had to agree. It certainly looked as though my cozy little family unit was about to be torn apart. What I heard next shocked me even more.

"Of course, there is an alternative", began Grandad, "there always is".

"What would that be?" Mom asked.

"Well, since that day when you changed my life forever, I haven"t been with a woman. My hand has been my only friend. The only way you get to keep your marriage intact, Daughter dear, is to become your loving Dad"s sex slave". I couldn"t believe what I was hearing. Grandad was actually trying to blackmail his own daughter, my Mom, into having sex with him her own father own flesh asking to broke their hidden fence. Mom couldn"t believe it either and told him to get the hell out. Grandad came out of the living room and walked towards the front door. I leaned back further into the shadows so as not to be seen. "No matter", he said, "either way I win. But it was worth a try. See you in the divorce court Susan. It"ll be me on the front row"

Grandad put his hand on the door handle and turned to open it. "Wait, Dad". Mom said as she came into view in the hallway. "What will I have to do?"

"Everything and anything I want you to do. That"s the idea of being a slave". Grandad replied. He went on to tell her that he"d use her once every two weeks when Dad was on night shift. She was to make certain that I was out for a couple of hours on the evening that had been arranged. He told Mom that this would be an indefinite arrangement until he couldn"t get it up anymore or he died. There was silence for a few seconds and then I heard Mom agree to her Dad"s demands, defeated and resigned to a life as his sex slave.

"Next Friday evening, eight o"clock", Grandad ordered, "Make sure you"re alone for a couple of hours. Hold ups and high heels, nothing else. OK?"

"OK", Mom weakly replied.

Grandad left and I crept back into my room. Fortunately, Mom went out. When she came back, I was in the kitchen acting as if I"d just gotten home from college. Mom was quiet that night and kept looking at Dad the way you look at someone close that you haven"t seen in ages; almost hoping that by staring hard enough, you can lock them up in your thoughts forever.

I know I should have felt angry for what Grandad was forcing Mom to become, but all I felt was arousal. Mom was only forty three years old and a real looker. Long blond hair, great pouty lips, an hour glass figure, slim legs and all packaged into a five foot four inch frame. I went to bed and jerked off with the thought of Mom as my slave. Next day, I knew what I had to do. I"ve got a friend in the natural history wing of the college, and I told him that I had a foxes den in my back yard. I asked if I could borrow any kind of filming equipment for a while. He was delighted in my sudden interest in wildlife and said that I could use some of the sophisticated, state of the art hardware owned by the college for a couple of weeks. I couldn"t believe my luck.

The following Friday came. Dad"s night shift meant that he wouldn"t be leaving the house until about four o"clock, just about when I got home. Mom works late on Fridays and that would give me about an hour alone in the house to get my act together. I had decided to plant a camera in Mom"s bedroom in the hope that that is where she and Grandad would make out. If I could get them on film, then not only would I have a chance to blackmail Mom as well, but I might just get free cab rides when I liked too.

Dad had already left for work when I got home so I set about my business. I took the camera into Mom"s bedroom and looked for a good place to put it. The camera itself was housed in a small black wedge shaped box, about three inches across at its widest point. I placed it on the dressing table underneath Mom"s jewelry box. I was pretty sure that she wouldn"t see it there and the dressing table was bang in the centre of the wall opposite the bed. The cable was the only problem. I draped it behind the dresser and managed to tuck it under the edges of the carpet around the room to the door. I did the same on the landing and threw it into my room, which was next door. The only part that was visible was across the threshold of Mom"s bedroom. But the cable was the same color as the wooden board and I was pretty certain that it wouldn"t be spotted.

I plugged the other end of the camera cable into the back of my VCR and switched on the TV. Wow! I couldn"t believe my eyes. The resolution of the image was as good as a normal television channel and I could pan the camera so that it covered the whole room. I placed a blank cassette into the video and went downstairs.

Mom came in just after five. Every day that week she had asked me if I was going out on Friday as I usually did. She asked me again and I confirmed that I wouldn"t be back till after eleven that night. Mom seemed jittery, but who could blame her?

Around seven o"clock I said goodbye to Mom and left the house. I walked around the corner to where I could see her bathroom window. When the light came on, I knew I had about five minutes to sneak back into the house and up to my room. I made not a sound as I tiptoed up the stairs and passed Mom"s room. I could still hear the shower on and knew that she wouldn"t hear me anyway. Once in my own room, I pulled the curtains and placed a towel at the bottom of the door to stop any light from the TV shining onto the landing. I was ready.

At seven fifty five, I turned on the TV and put on the headphones that came with the equipment from college. Mom was walking around the room making sure everything was neat. She was wearing a knee length black robe and I could see that she had put on sheer black hold ups and four inch black patent pumps, as ordered. Suddenly she made for the door as the front door bell rang. As she left the room I took of my headphones so that I could hear her greet Grandad.

Grandad was the first to speak as Mom opened the front door. "Hello Susan, I"ve brought a friend with me. I hope you don"t mind a little three way fun?" Mom asked Grandad and whoever was with him to come in. Grandad said he was keen to get on with things and ordered Mom upstairs just as I hoped he would. As the three sets of footsteps came nearer, I heard Grandad tell Mom that he hoped she was not wearing anything else under that robe, for her sake. I put my headphones back on and took my spot in front of the tube. At last the bedroom door opened.

Mom walked in and went to the far side of the room. I panned across back to the door just as Grandad walked in. I had seen photos of him but I hadn"t really expected him to look as old as he did now. But I guessed he must be pushing sixty five. The other man came out of the shadows on the landing into the room encouraged by Grandad. When I saw him, I realised just how much Grandad hated my Mom. He must have been about six two or three, skinny as a rake, wearing a tattered old overcoat and torn trousers with no socks and a pair of battered old jogging shoes and was so grimy that it was hard to tell the colour of his skin. Not that there was that much on show. He had a long, tangled dirty beard and moustache, yet was almost bald. "You"ll have to forgive the appearance of my friend here, Susan. You don"t get much chance to bathe living out on the streets. But he"ll make up for it with his keeness for you. You see, he"s like me, he hasn"t had a woman for years either."

Grandad turned to the hobo and said, "Go git her boy, she"s all yours" The man stepped slowly towards Mom. I panned the camera to get them both in shot and made sure the tape was rolling. Mom moved back but eventually was blocked by the wall. As the dirty tramp got closer, he took off his overcoat and threw it on the floor. That was followed by his shirt, revealing a dirty, grime covered torso underneath. From out of shot I heard Grandad tell Mom that she should show her guest some more hospitality and ordered her to take off her robe. Mom had little choice but to obey. The vagrant stood still and licked his lips as Mom undid the tie that held her robe together. It parted at the front, and I saw the tramp start to rub the bulge in his soiled trousers. Then it was off, and Mom stood naked in front of them wearing only her hold ups and heels. The tramp"s mouth parted, revealing six or seven blackened, rotten teeth.

He lunged at Mom. She cringed as his mouth found hers and with her head in a vice made from his hands, she twisted in vain to escape his fat, slobbering lips. My dick was hard as rock as I watched this human excrement ravish my own Mom. He moved his hands all over her breasts, before picking her up and throwing her on the bed. He stood over her as she lay helpless, and undid the piece of string that he used as a belt. His trousers fell around his ankles revealing his long, thin erection. Mom closed her eyes as he took hold of her high heeled shoes and spread her legs wide. He positioned his dick at the entrance to her pussy and stabbed it into her. Mom gasped as his first thrust filled her up. The hobo fell on top of her and as he pumped furiously at Mom"s snatch, the contrast between her clean white skin and his sweaty, grimy body made me almost cum in my pants. His long fingernails dug into her boobs and he tweaked her nipples until she cried. Then he bent his head down to her face and began to slobber all over her again. His ass moved quickly up and down as his dick, piston like, continued its glistening travels in and out of my Mom"s love box.

Suddenly, Grandad appeared in shot, with his dick also in a state of high arousal. He climbed on to the bed next to Mom"s face and told the vagrant to give him some room. Grandad lifted Mom"s head onto his knees and twisted it so that she faced him. "Suck me off, Daughter", he commanded. Mom opened her mouth and her Father slipped his meat inside. Keeping his body still, Grandad took hold of the sides of Mom"s head and moved it to and fro along his shaft. Her face was now turned away from the camera, but small things indicated to me that she was beginning to enjoy this; the way she began to clench the bed sheet with her fist, her hips moving to meet the vagrant"s incoming thrusts, and the soft groans that came from her throat as Grandad fucked her mouth, all gave her away.

I couldn"t stand it any longer and I took my dick out and began to pull myself off. Mom was covered in a glistening sheen of perspiration now. And because of this, some of the grime had transferred itself from the hobo"s skin onto hers. She looked as filthy as he did. And I could see the dirt on Mom"s body wherever his hands had touched her. Eventually, the hobo"s face became contorted and I knew he was near to emptying his load. His nails had made runs in Mom"s hold ups as his body reached a climax. With a roar he pulled out of Mom and quickly moved up to straddle her breasts. He pulled quickly at his throbbing penis and at last he shot pints of hot, white muck over Mom"s face and hair. Her left hand went to the tramp"s balls and she gave them a good squeeze and I knew for certain that she was now enjoying her role as her Father"s sex slave. Seeing the hobo cum over Mom had the same effect on both my Grandad and me. But where he got to empty himself down Mom"s inviting throat, my load went over the table that the TV was resting upon.

Both men stood up to get dressed, leaving Mom lying shagged out on the bed. Grandad had made certain that any of the vagrant"s juices still covering Mom"s face was scooped up and put into her mouth. As he left, he assured Mom that in two weeks" time it would just be him and her, and that he would make sure that the hobo didn"t know where she lived by blindfolding him on the way back as he had done on the way in.

I heard them close the front door and Mom dragged herself into her bathroom. That gave me the opportunity to get out of the house and to return after eleven as expected. Mom wasn"t up when I returned and the lights were out in her room so I assumed she had gone to sleep. I knew that I could retrieve the camera the next day and no one would be the wiser.

towel sitting on Ean’s bed with my barely covered hips half a foot from his sleeping face, while my mom pulled up his desk chair and sat beside me with the most motherly look in her eyes. We ate together silently the most amazing bologna sandwiches I had ever tasted. Finishing my meal, I was still so hungry but I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want my mom to leave even for a few minutes to make me another sandwich.

“Why did it really happen?” I asked. “Because I’m so young? Or because Ean is my brother?...”

“It’s exactly as the doctor said,” her voice flowed so softly. “Even in the healthiest of women, there’s a fifteen to twenty percent chance it can happen. It could have been a bad egg or defective sperm,”

“No,” I butted in, “those were both great.”

Mom smiled and lifted her arm up to hold my cheek in her hand. Caressing the top of it with her thumb, she just looked so caringly into my eyes.

“Can I try for another one,” I asked not sure whether I was joking fully or not. Mom immediately choked and proceeded with coughing. A few seconds after not being able to bring her voice back, she shook her head left and right.

As much as I had warmed up to expecting a baby, the most horrible feeling I had ever felt of a little bit of relief was inside me. I hated myself so much for that. Mom moved her hand down to my knee.

“Let’s wait until you get married first,” she cleared her throat with. I had to agree with her there. Only within the time span of the hundred years it would take me to find a husband would I be able to trust my body again to attempt another pregnancy.

After that, I regretted talking at all. The massive amounts of conflicting and terrible feeling all began washing back over me. I pushed the paper plate from me and began humming to myself like I was trying to stop myself from vomiting. Quickly, my body instinctively scooted back down to Ean and I immediately pulled him into me. And as embarrassing as it was, I started crying into his chest. I couldn’t stop it even though I didn’t want my mom to see me do something so childish just seconds after we were talking.

Losing myself in the dark world pressing into Ean’s chest, I felt mom squeeze my arm for a few seconds shortly before I heard the door quietly shut.

I cried and cried and cried wishing with everything that I could just fall asleep. But I wasn’t tired. My body laid awake next to Ean’s sleeping form for hours in tears.

As I hugged him for so long and so hard, eventually, I noticed something moving between us. I couldn’t believe what I was feeling. Ean was getting hard in his sleep. I repositioned myself to let it pop into a more comfortable position. If there was one thing in the world Ean would always be prepared for in any imaginable situation, it apparently had to be sex.

I laid with him about half hour longer thinking about that before I felt a deep breath of air blow into me. Ean was waking up. There were maybe three more gusts of his wind from his nose as I felt his hard penis press harder into my leg. Once I saw his eyes open though, he suddenly backed his pelvis away.

“Sorry.”

“No,” I defended him. “I want you to have sex with me.”

“What?” His voice was almost offensive to me as if I was a bad person for wanting it.

“Please. For punishment. I want you to use my body nonstop. I swear I won’t like it but I know I deserve it. That’s all I’m good for now. Just use me. It will at least kill some time.” My voice droned further and further down into depression.

“No,” he said softly as if he understood my pain.

“Ean,” my voice shook almost crying, “do it. Over and over a hundred times until finally everything in my head just stops. I can’t stand doing nothing anymore. If your body still can get happy, then please, use mine to make it. I’m only going to ever get better if I feel that I’m making some progress and right now I feel absolutely nothing.”

I rolled away from him onto my back and pulled apart the towel covering me. Spreading my legs a little, I laid there unable to move anymore muscles. All I could do anymore was stare at the ceiling as tears trickled one at a time down the sides of my face.

“Please Ean. I need this. I won’t judge you. I know it will hurt you so much too but I can’t stand not doing at least something.”

He pulled his face up to mine to look into my eyes.

“Don’t kiss me. Please. Just have sex with me.”

He had to have seen the sincerity in my blank eyes because he pulled away and removed his pants and boxers. Soon, he was over me taking his shirt off. Forcing my vision from the ceiling to his face, I stared through the kaleidoscopes my tears made and said my last words to him.

“I’ll never say elephant.”

My sight retreated back straight above me as I felt the massive invasion into my torso. He took slow, deep, but very weak thrusts between my legs. So little effort was put into what was happening between us. It was all just to kill time.

Over and over, my body pushed up and fell back down under his penetrations. His breathing became heavier but never very heavy. Time dragged on forever but lasted so short. Twenty, maybe thirty minutes passed before Ean’s arms gave way and he fell on me. At that instant, I felt the familiar warm faucet pipe thick cream into me.

So warm and soothing. Ean was exhausted. I felt so little pleasure from it all as my mind just wanted to implode in its own guilt. Thirty minutes of slow, weak humping must have been a chore to Ean. But I got what I wanted. Under the slowing heart of my brother on top of me, I dozed into a painless sleep.

I woke up with my eyes crusted over. It was dark out. Ean’s naked body laid curled up next to me. Two meals were set on the nightstand next to my head. More wetness trickled from my eyes. What was I putting mom through? How much was I hurting her in so desperately clinging to Ean for comfort instead of her?

Silently, my sandwich disappeared into my mouth. Still hungry, I brought the other plate onto the mattress with me and ripped a tiny piece from the corner of the bread. I pushed it into Ean’s mouth. It was several minutes before he started chewing on it. By that time though, he started showing signs of coming out of sleep.

Watching his eyes flicker open, I kept feeding him one tiny piece at a time. We got down half the sandwich in a half hour’s time. Before I could break another piece off after that though, Ean scooted his head to mine and kissed me.

His lips locked on and he wouldn’t let go. It was either that, or I wouldn’t let him go. All I know is that we kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed. It wasn’t mad or passionate, it was soft and happy. I couldn’t open my eyes for anything but I swear some of the tears dripping about over my face weren’t mine. I wouldn’t open my eyelids to see my big brother crying for me.

Maybe an hour passed, maybe two, but by the time we were done just holding onto each other and tasting the other’s face, I was so happy and so energetic. I wanted to just stand up and do something, anything. But all that entered my mind was one thing.

“Ean?” I cooed guiltily to his face.

“I know,” he responded as if he could read my mind. “Let’s go.”

Both of us pushed up and left the bed to put on our nightwear, I in my room. We met back up in the hallway and walked quietly into mom’s room. As gently as we could, we climbed onto her bed, each of us to her different sides. She obviously was woken up because she suddenly shifted onto her back and as we laid down, her arms wrapped around us.

My face was pressed into her bosom where I met Ean’s being pulled in from her other side. I smiled and started tearing up again.

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