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My brother, His wife & Me.

Sana is not a moaner. She’s more of a screamer, and never the least bit hesitant to let the whole block know it when she’s having a climax. The next door neighbors know exactly how many orgasms she’s had the night before. Some of the women don’t like it. Some do because it seems to make their own husbands more interested. Of course they’re mostly interested in Sana. But since they can’t have her they take out their lust on their happy wives.
Salman is my twin brother. Most girls find him attractive, even now that he’s married. He’s six foot tall, dark, handsome and twenty-eight. He’s fourty minutes older than me. But we’re not identical twins. I’m much better looking. And Sana is such a knockout you wonder what she’d see in either of us. Then again, there’s probably not a man in the world that could match up to her looks. And by the way, did I tell you she’s also unbelievably sexy?
You wonder why such a sex goddess would let herself be tied down to one man. And perhaps the wrong man at that, since we all know she fell in love with me first. But I have this allergy to the word marriage. I don’t ever intend to let myself be tied down to one woman, even the most beautiful Helen the world had ever seen. Anyway, Salman was madly in love with her so why should I break my promise to myself and make life miserable for all three of us? Actually, maybe I’ll get married in my fourties, to some gorgeous twenty year old. We’ll wait and see on that one.
Some men get married because they get fucked more regularly. Some get married because they’re actually in love. Salman had both reasons. He knows, of course, that Sana had many lovers before him, including his baby brother. And he knows that she often strays maybe just to see if the equipment still functions as well in different environments. But she remains faithful in the ways that matter to him. Like me Sana has too much love inside her to confine it to just one person of the opposite sex. With Salman she’s found the perfect situation, a man she can be happily married to while still having all the sex on the side she wants. And she keeps Salman’s pecker so happy that I don’t think he even wants to look at other women. God. When I’m within a hundred miles of her I can’t think about other women either. Which is why I’ve stayed away for two years since their marriage. If I lived in Brazil, we’d collapse into a three way marriage, with Sana perhaps dropping one of her extra lovers to make time for me. Or maybe not. She seems to be able to satisfy some large undetermined number of male erections completely.
If I stayed in Brazil I’d just become her second husband instead of remaining the “Playboy of Europe”. OK, maybe I’m not rich enough to rate “Playboy”, the kind they write about in the papers. But at twenty-eight I’m probably a lot more of a stud then the rich old farts. Girls hang around me because they want my prick, not my money. Fortunately I do have enough money so that I don’t have to waste my life making it. Which leaves me 24/7 for making love. It was hard leaving my little self supporting Harem in France to come to Brazil. The girls even promised to stay together, keep house and not fly off to their respective countries of orgin as long as I didn’t stay away too long. Anyway, most of them had carreer jobs which kept them happy and out of my hair during much of the day.
Seven is really too much for any man, even me. I hadn’t wanted that many full time lovers. But one thing led to another as it usually does. In most cases, the last four in particular, a girl friend from back home wanted to visit one of my girls, and naturally needed a place to stay. The house has plenty of space. Sometimes they go home after a while. But they always want to sample the resident stud first. Four of them never left. Three was managable, seven isn’t. I encourage them to get jobs not because we need money but because it lets them do something with their excess time. I’m not a possessive man. I have more than I can handle. But I do have this rule that any girl who wants to live with me doesn’t fuck guys outside of my house. They can fuck each other or friends I bring home. I’m concerned about health issues. But it makes the girls pretty horny and puts this demand on my time.
After two years I finally gave in to Sana and Salman’s repeated invitations, with a definite return date set. I’d even bought a round trip ticket. I knew how easy it would be to fall into Sana’s spell and I wanted my exit strategy planned before letting my dick come anywhere near the minx. So with everything set, I got on the plane dreaming about the nicest pussy on seven continents. I normally satisfy seven girls. Yet Sana could more than satisfy me, probably seven of me. I’m not exaggering when I say she’s sexy.
I could write a lot about this visit. Salman and I fucked the shit out of her several times a day. She likes DP. Loves it I think. I don’t know who was in her ass more but mostly we switch places frequently. You can’t say things about Sana like “she loves anal” because she loves everything with more ethusiasm than other women like anything. Mostly it seems like she loves whatever you love. But the minute you start getting repetitive she comes up with a suggestion that blows your socks off. And suddenly you discover some new thing you love! Every day, usually twice a day, she’d leave Salman and I wiped out, and go see some of her other lovers. I don’t know if she really needs that much sex or just feels compassion for all these men who can’t live without her. Four years earlier she was probably just as sexy. But I don’t think she had this well established a pool of available erections she felt she had to service. I think married life has proved very good for her sex life! Anyway, it was that time four years ago that I want to talk about, not this icredible sex vacation I had last month.
Four years ago I was twenty-four, just getting the feel of Europe. Salman was still living in the states actually trying to earn money instead of just enjoying it. With the money dad had left us, this was sort of a hobby with him. So he meets this girl a few years younger, who’d moved from Italy to try her hand, or I should say pussy, in the porn movie industry. Porn is of better quality in France and England, but there’s a lot of cheap stuff coming out of California and almost nothing happening in Italy. To get in front of the cameras the easiest place to do it is West Coast USA. You won’t get paid much and probably won’t become a star, even in porn. But if getting naked in front of some cameras and a lot of people, then spreading your thighs so this specimen of a cock can abuse your orifices, then your best chance to fulfill your dream is in Hollywood. Or nearby since the low budget outfits usually move further out where they can rent an empty house a lot cheaper than a real sound stage. The furniture you see is usually cheap or rented or both.
Sana tells us she always had the right attitude. But about a year in the business and hanging around with these people refined her knowledge and flexibility. After a while it got boring so she decided to find a rich husband. She decided Salman was a good compromise, rich enough and much younger than she’d expected. Sana hadn’t told him she’d been a porn star. She would have been lying anyway. She’d gotten fucked plenty of times by plenty of big studs. But she’d never even rated the title starlet. I think the problem was that she was just too good looking. She looks like the type of female you want to worship. It’s hard to imagine the goddess would actual consent to have sex with you. Maybe I’m not being objective. After having my dick inside her I know how wonderful that feels. But the male’s pleasure isn’t that obvious or interesting to the audience. The other reason Sana probably didn’t make it big was, I think, because she was having too much fun. Rather than fight for better billings she was content to just accept the sex she was getting. The producers know that many of the girls can be had for almost nothing as long as you let them get fucked good. So why should they offer these girls any more?
She’d been East for several months living off modest savings, establishing new ties independent of the porn industry, making herself look like an Italian debutante which she sort of was if you ignore that year in LA. She met Salman through a friend of a friend, a very respectable introduction. It was lust at first sight for both of them, and for Salman, love about a minute later. Her good girl act was not only unnecessary but also much too successful. Salman wanted her in the worst way and was more than willing to make it official first if that’s what it was going to take to get her into his bed. Sana couldn’t believe a man wouldn’t fuck her the minute she indicated it would be less than rape. She was wondering if this man who seemed so infatuated with her wasn’t also gay. Maybe he just wanted an attractive wife, not a sex partner. Maybe she should go check out some of the less attractive, older men who were obviously horny.
And then yours truely, the hero, stepped into the picture.
I’d showed up about a week after he started courting Sana. What a silly, old fashioned term. Salman was about the only man in the 21st century “courting” anyone, and Sana was getting tired of it. I didn’t care about their relationship. For me it was lust at first sight and second and forever. I suppose I also love Sana. She’s a nice person and easy to love. But what gets my dick going is her incredible body and matching attitude. Of course her attitude was being hidden, at least from Salman. Moan was starting to let it show a bit, intentionally, but he’d already been blinded by first impressions.
The truth is I didn’t know they hadn’t had sex yet. I couldn’t have even imagined my horny brother not fucking her the minute she said ok, which her body language obviously did. It was almost enough to make me change my marriage status. But I was safe there. There is only one Sana and my brother had her. Oh so I thought. I never dreamed she was about to leave off this hopeless non-affair. When I walked in the TV room there was no light on other than the screen. I could see her beautiful features in the blue light. Without thought I stood behind her looking down at her beauty. She kept watching the TV and I mistakenly assumed that a man’s presence was of little importance to her. She must assume I’m Salman because she wasn’t turning around. I moved foward against her so that the back of her head pressed against my stomach. I put my hands on her shoulder, then slid them down the front of her blouse, cupping her breasts. Her bra was so sheer that I could feel her nipples through both layers. She closed her eyes in pleasure waiting for me to do whatever else I wanted. Obviously she and Salman were intimate as one would expect.
Her closed eyes gave me an inspiration. I leaned over her, reached the remote, and turned off the TV, instantly plunging the room into complete darkness. I pressed the vision of loveliness, now invisible, down on the couch indicating that I wanted her in a horizontal position. It took me a few seconds to make my way around the back of the couch, loosing some of my clothes in the process. When I got into position by feel I reached down trying to find her and encountered a hip, naked. With this orientation I knew where to find her tits. They too were naked. Holy shit! She’d removed every stitch of clothing in the time I undid my belt. This was too good to be true. I knew my voice sounded much like Salman’s and I was only a few inches taller. I decided I’d talk as little as possible and try to keep up the masquerade as long as possible, getting as far as possible into this devine and very sexy goddess. Now that I knew she was already naked, I quickly took off the rest of my clothes.
Shit, Salman must be getting the best fucking a man ever got!
She moved under me and into me like the godess of sex she was. Sana’s vagina was unimaginably sweet feeling. We didn’t do any foreplay there in the dark. I just suddenly felt this inviting depression feeling around for my erection and suddenly it had me, and almost immediately had me well inside her, fully inside her. Like a goddess, Sana can be any woman. She can accomodate any size man. A tiny man will find her hole small and exciting. A large man like me will find it barely adaquate and exciting. The largest man in the world will find it twice as big and deep and still barely adaquate and very exciting. Somehow her throat and anus work the same way. It’s not possible. It’s just magic. One time Salman and I double fucked her vagina. A few minutes later, my next time alone in there in that place that’s heaven on earth, she felt just as tight. In other words, barely big enough and very exciting.
“Oh god you feel good. I’ve wanted so much to feel you inside me.”
Christ? She must know it’s me and not Salman! Yet she wants me anyhow. What a hot chick! I’ve always wanted a girl who could be loyal without having to be monogomous. After all, you can’t DP your girlfriend if she won’t do it with another guy. Salman had apparently found a dream girl in spirt as well as looks.
“I’ve wanted you all week!”
Holy shit! She still thinks I’m Salman. I only met her an hour ago. But that means my stupid brother doesn’t know what he’s missing. Well, at least one boy in the family was going to take full advantage of what this girl was offering. I began fucking her as hard as I could, not trying to pretend I was Salman or me. Not trying to pretend anything. This was real, the best fuck since they invented bisexual species!
I was wrong, of course. No man could take full advantage of what Sana has to offer in one session. Salman’s been fucking her almost continuously for about four years and can only guess how much more she has to offer. The surprises are still coming in.
Sana doesn’t have to lose control to become the wanton slut that most women never quite become even for a few seconds during orgasm. But when sex gets this good I’m over the hill. I felt myself hammering away inside her. I would have been fucking the goddamn pillow I was so excited, just smelling her. But Sana always made sure she got the benifit of my efforts. What a way to fuck. Sana’s first orgasm hurt my eardrums. I’d never had a girl scream at the top of her lungs right next to my head. Not that I wanted her to stop. Some pains are pure pleasure. But it did let everyone in the house know that some female was getting screwed and really, really liking it. The catering people who were cleaning up, probably acted like there was nothing happening. The remaining guests allowed some snickering, and Salman decided he should investigate, since it was his house. He quickly realized that Sana and I were the two not accounted for. So bro waited outside patiently, letting me have my climax and Sana about three more, before entering and turning on the lights.
“Oh!” she said calmly acknowledging that she now realized the cume in her pussy wasn’t Salman’s. Sana leaned up into an almost sitting position, turned toward the door to see who had entered, and smiled at Salman. My dick was still stuck inside her giving her the last of my seed. Sana seemed in no hurry to let me extract myself, nor did I want to, even with Salman standing there. I felt her cunt give me several playful and very erotic tweaks. I now knew there actually was a woman who could do this.
And then she said to him:
“If you’re anywhere near as good at this as your brother I hope you hurry up and propose to me. I can hardly wait. But do we have to wait until we’re married?”

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BROTHERS WHO CROSS MEDICINES

BROTHERS WHO CROSS MEDICINES
Once there were two brothers who were depressed. One was depressed because his penis was too small; the other was depressed because his pubic hair was too long, so they decided to go to the doctor.The doctor prescribed different medicine for them both and told them to never cross them up and to take only one capsule a week.
When the brothers got home they thought to themselves if they cross the medicine and double the dosage everything would even out. So they took the medicine mixed, and doubled the dosage and went to bed. They were so anxious they couldn’t wait. When one brother awoke he felt strange. He looked around and saw he was in a jungle of some sort, so he panicked and screamed HELP! I’M LOST IN THIS JUNGLE. To his surprise his brother heard his cries and replied, “HANG ON, I’LL THROW YOU SOME ROPE!”

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Fiction

My Mom and my Sis are my Sex Slaves Part 2

David has captured and trained his Mother Kendra, and his Sister Kayleigh, into becoming his obedient sex slaves. Now he strategically moves towards the next phase of his plan to build the life he always fantasized about. In this chapter, his father, John, returns home and enjoys some one on one time with his daughter Kayleigh. She teases him into a frenzy, and when she turns him away, he forces the matter. Eventually he gets what he deserves.

True Story

Lisa at Carson’s

Just a true story that happened with one of my last girlfriends. Names have been changed. And no, I am not an english major, so I do make mistakes. But I do like to hear what people think of my stories.

Fantasm

Darkness part I

[INTRO]
many small tival matters plauged the mans mind
but one main problem with his deed. she might over react. in a way he wanted her too he wanted those horrored screams
to tear through him, and the pain of her nails in his back as she tried to fight him off. he didnt want to harm the delicate girl though. she was a small girl but gorgeous none the less. she had a teasing frame, curved and playfull yet ideal and erotic.
the girl was one of those flirts thatmost guys would expect to be teases yet she had no problem backing her playfullness with a spine of lust and sex. some girls bathed in jealosy of this difference others merely mocked it and called her slut.
but they are the sluts the girls who flirt with all guys and fulfill their games with rejection. she wasnt one that flirted with all the guy just a selected few who indeed she had feelings for.
he was a latest editon to these lucky guys but on newly and not quite familiar for any realy fun. he had grown a liking to her nonetheless and felt a likeness of her own inside him. the girl was a darker one and danced tantalizingly with a side know well for self destruction for not many can maintain the feeling and the fulfillment of true darkness
this guy was another of these border walkers that soon too would plummet into these taboo and kinky ways
for this similarity he hoped to bring out in her and take to this kind alongside. and when he deceided to rape her it was a riskfull try at it. yet he saw it win win for both ways he would have her and she would have him. she would have him ravage her innards with his tool, willing it or not.
“thy day hath dawned”
(chapter one)
he took to his pack a mask and few necessities. he chose a mask for he wanted her to belive it was a stranger. he wanted the fear in her eyes to be that of real rape born of hate and lust. for if she saw his face it may be that of mere roleplay thus he planned on removing midway of the sin. the pros of the possibilities teased at him like warm breath on a cold neck.
he donned his mask and began the short journey through the streets from where he had stashed his car. as the house came into view he began to move slightly more slyly and arrived at the window. he spyed on his victim relaxing herself watching the television. prepareing to leave and enter he spyed her switch the tv off and go to her door. he suspected a bathroom break and decided to wait until she returned to enter and he started having second thoughts about commiting his action.
as she returned from elseware he watched her lock the door behind her. he looked on in puzzlement soon turned to erotic surprise as she lay a toy on the bed and layed down spread eagle. she began fondling parts of her selfs and shuddering as a hand entered her loose pajamas. she cast these aside and returned her hand to the lonely area on her lacy panties which appeared to be tearing up. as she got hotter with her self the clothes became more and more sparse leaving skin as the predominant view of the girl finally she picked up the toy and placed it at her entrance. she moved as if to slowly enter it but engulfed it with sudden speed. this made her onlookers cock jump with exitement as he knew he would last no longer watching without touching himself.
he ran across the side of the house cock bouncing and rubbing against his pants the whole way. when he found the doorway
he wasted no time or quitness on stealth.when he burst in on the room as he expected the girl was so absorbed to notice his loud entry and the kicking through of the door barely jarred her from her passion absorbed orgasm she attempted a jump of surprise but was to exausted to do more that shudder. his clothes were off before she recovered and she was pinned down.
he waited a moment to bask in the triumph and the crossing of this final threshold he thrust into her full force wasting no time on bull shit blowjobs or other foreplay. she fought it angrily and screamed clawing at his face. he could have restrained her but this is what he had longed for.he bent his head down and clamped on a nipple slightly more than playfully. in doing that he left the mask vulnerable and she violently ripped it off. agonizingly ripping his mouth from her nipple
she gasped in surprise as she recognized him and taboo lust flashed on her face. she played the game of resisting still but he could feel her cunt ripple around his cock and her hips pressing up against his he resumed his teasing game to her nipples this time flicking his tounge quickly around making her slip a moan that she patheticly tried to hide as scream.
he didnt hold back at all witht his cries that quickly became low grunts as pressure built in his cock. the building cum inside his cock making it pulse shattered her attempt at hiding her pleasure and began screaming full force. theygripped together clashing warm skind in a orgasmic embrace as he shook her insides filling them, and her milking his spewing cock with skilled muscles
and there they lay not a word spoken a whole new passion formed between them
he knew he could now tread a new side of life her at his side pursuing darkness

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Fantasy

There Can Be Only One (Part 12

Chapter 12
Sunday mornings were always the same. They all went to the eleven o’clock service except for Mr Gorman who coaches an under seventeen soccer team that play in a Sunday league. He is usually gone by the time we all get up although Mrs Gorman usually cooks him a big fry up for breakfast. If any of us wanted to have a cooked breakfast we know the rules…let mum know before she started to cook Dad’s Sunday treat. None of us usually take up that offer…
Dad shouted from the bottom of the stairs that it was time for us to get up. That’s his contribution to helping mum get us all out of our beds. I usually am the last to get up as Cathy usually grabs the general bathroom whilst Susie nips into mum and dad’s shower room.
I lay in my bed my mind flitted all of yesterday’s events…unable to stay focused for very long on one activity as one sexual thought leapt to the next. I had flung the duvet off and I was stroking my already hard cock.
I heard the two small taps on the door followed by a pause then a third tap before the door opened, Vicky slipped in and the door closed quickly after her. I did not miss a stroke as I looked at the small blonde girl dressed in Cathy’s pj’s…the top at least a size too small as her own budding tits stretched the fabric.
“So…sorry”… she stammered unsure whether she should turn and leave me to continue wanking on my own.
“That’s ok…what do you want?”
“Cath asked me to come in and see if you wanted me to help you get rid of your morning hard on”
“How did you know I have a hard on?”
She giggled… “All boys wake up with a morning erection…don’t they?”
I could not argue with her on that one…I can’t remember the last time I woke up without my morning glory…but usually my morning piss got rid of it.
“What’s Cathy doing?”
“She is having a quick shower after I…”she paused for a second… “She made me go down on her”
“Ok…come here and do the same for me…suck me off…we don’t have time for a fuck”
Vicky looked a little disappointed but quickly came over and jumped on the bed.
I closed my eyes and just let Vicky’s soft lips and eager mouth take care of my erection… It did not take long before I was shooting my creamy jism down her throat. I hope that I would last longer next time my cock is the centre of the activity.
She sat up and smiled at me.
“That was nice…can we fuck later today?”
“Sure…count on it…”
Vicky leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips, jumped up and quickly made her way to the door. She turned and smiled at me before slowly opening the door, peeking outside and as quickly as she entered the room she disappeared.
I needed a piss…desperately.
I quickly rose and throwing on a pair of shorts I left my room. Both bathrooms were being used by the girls so I bounded down the stairs to the cloakroom toilet and made it just in time as the amber liquid came flooding out.
“Ross…that’s the second time…shut the door when you are doing that…none of us are interested in seeing you do your ablutions.”
“Ab what?” I was kind of surprised on hearing my mother standing in the doorway behind me as my head spun around…but even more surprised that she neither closed the door nor walk away.
“Wanna shake it for me mum?” I laughed
“Don’t be so disgusting”…she gave me a nasty look before continuing on her way back upstairs.
Returning to my room I switched on the computer and while it opened up I started to get dressed. I was only half dressed and checking my facebook messages when I heard mum shouting ‘leaving in five minutes’ as she past each of our rooms.
I was still sitting at the computer ‘checking’ when mum shouted up at me a few minutes later to get a move on.
“Fuck” I swore to myself and in less than three minutes I was dressed, teeth brushed and making my way downstairs.
As soon as Susie my elder sister saw me coming down the stairs she left the hall mirror making the final adjustments to her hair and ran out to the car…she wanted to beat me to the front seat. I could see Cathy and Vicky were already sitting in the back seat.
I walked past mum to grab an apple.
“Hurry up…we are going to be late”
We never are late for the service…being late to mum is not being there in time to gossip with the other ladies before they go into the church. We usually get there at least thirty minutes before the service begins.
Mum was dressed in a nice light blue suit with a white blouse under the jacket. She did look particularly attractive this morning. Mind you I look at my mother in a completely different way since yesterday’s events.
Mum was just running her lipstick over her pink lips when I came and stood next to her. Looking in the mirror I kind of ruffled my hair into place.
Mum dug into her purse and handed me her brush…I took it and ran it through my hair
“You wearing panties”
“ROSS”
“You wearing panties…you had better not be”
“It’s Sunday and we are going to church…of course I am”
“Take them off”
“Nooo Ross…no”
“Want me to do it?” I stooped slightly and went to raise her skirt. She stepped back
“Ross…please…we don’t have time for this…” she popped the lipstick in her purse and started to make her way to the door.
“I think I won’t go to church this morning mum…I have lots of school homework to do and a lot of COMPUTER work.”
Mums face grew ashen; she knew exactly what I meant.
“Ross please….” I handed back her brush and pushed past her heading towards the stairs.
“Wait…wait…” she spoke quietly knowing she was a beaten woman.
She placed her purse on the hall table and slowly slid her hands under her skirt. She pulled them without her skirt rising higher than absolutely necessary…all I saw was a glimpse of lower thigh. I held my hand out for her to place them in it.
She gave the pale blue lacy panties to me with her head bowed in embarrassment. No wonder…they were warm and the crotch had a small damp patch forming.
“Good girl…when we get back I am going to FUCK you…again”
Mum gasped and turned bright red
I smiled…stuffing the panties into my pocket I joined the girls in the car with mum following right behind me.
“You alright mum…you look a little flushed?”
“Yes fine thanks Susie…fine” She started the car and set off.
I took out mum’s panties and showed them to the girls…their lower jaws dropped slightly and their eyes widened in surprise.
They looked at each other and giggled then nodded. I saw two pairs of hands slide up their dresses and with a little shuffling and butt rising they slid down their panties and handed them to me.
I raised them both pairs to my nose and inhaled through my nose…both girls laughed which made mum look in the rear view mirror. I held the girls panties up so mum could make no mistake in what I was holding.
I leaned forward and whispered into mum’s ear… “Three down one to go”…then sat right back.
It dawned on mum exactly what I was meaning. I saw her head turn towards Susie as she shouted out. “Oh my god”
The girls stopped giggling and Susie’s head spun around from looking at the shops in the high street to face mum “What?”
“Noth…nothing…dear…just that…well just that I think I may have left the grill on after cooking dads sausages” mum struggled to think of a reason
“Shouldn’t we turn around and see mum?”
“No…its ok…I remember now I did…”
“Sure?”
“Yes honey…its ok”
We lived in a small village about 10 miles from the town where our church was… our town was dead. It was all countryside and woods between village and town.
With the girls whispering and giggling all the time next to me…mum making small talk with Susie and with me thinking of fucking mum again when we got back home, the remainder of the journey was uneventful. The service was equally uneventful, although you could see mum was especially more careful as she got down on her knees to pray. I must admit my thoughts were not of a spiritual nature during the ninety minutes I sat through the service.
I was the first back into the car making sure I got to the front seat first. Susie didn’t argue but you could tell that she was not too pleased with me as she climbed in the back with the other two girls.
“Can you drop me off at the Mall please mum…I said I would meet Julie there”
“How will you get back?”
“I was hoping Dad might come and get me when I need a lift back”
“You have your dad wrapped around your little finger…ok…grab something to eat whilst you are there…and phone before five…dinner is going to be at six”
The short drive to the mall was spent in silence.
“Thanks mum” Susie got out of the car and ran towards the mall entrance as it had just started to rain.
“Can we get a McDonalds for lunch mum?”
“No we cannot Cathy…you know fine well I do not approve of those fast foods.” As mum started to drive off.
I smiled to myself and leaned over to Mum and whispered in her ear.
“Keen to get home for a fuck, are we mum?”
Mum let out a very audible gasp before shouting “ROSS GORMAN … you stop that right now”
“What did he do mum?”
My smile just broadened.
“Never you mind young girl…When we get home we are all going to have a serious talk” mums response was spoken with the authority of a determined mother
I was starting to get horny as I sat there and I knew that if I wanted to take care of my hardening cock when we got home it would have to be by my own hand as Dad usually gets home the same time as we do. I stroked my hardening cock through my pants. An action that did not go unnoticed by mum as I saw her eyes glance down.
“Might be a little awkward having a chat with Dad home mum…”
You could see mum’s mind working through what I had said and realised that it may well have consequences if we did start the chat when we got home.
There were lots of small clearings on the road where the council had made it possible to stop and park and take walks through the woods.
“We could have our chat here mum?”
“Where?”
“Here…stop in one of these lay-bys…where we won’t get disturbed by dad”. I of course had other plans than just talking…I had an erection to take care of.
Mum looked at me as if I were mad but once her eyes glanced down at me still blatantly rubbing my cock through my pants she realised that the chat couldn’t wait…she had to get it sorted once and for all. She waited until she was approaching a clearing and pulled off the road and parked.
The girls looked a little surprised as mum switched off the engine and turned in her seat to face us all.
“Right listen to me”….mum started. “This has to stop…I don’t know wha…”
I breathed in and undid my pants button and started to unzip. Mum just stopped talking and her eyes widened. I could see the girls wondering what was going on as they were safely buckled up in the back and could not see what I was doing…they sat in silence waiting for mum to continue.
I fished out my hard cock and exposed it. You could see mum shaking her head and trying to say no but nothing came out.
“Suck it” I commanded
The girls suddenly realising what was going on leant forward and both gasped on seeing my erect cock
“Pl…please Ross this has to stop…its wrong”
“We have gone through this mum…you are mine to control and use as I want…”
Mum gasped…”Please Ross…it’s so wrong…and the girls…not in front of the girls”
Never before in my young life had I wanted to force my mothers mouth onto my cock…I wanted her to be seen to be my slut…I wanted to let the world know she was in my control.
I leaned forward and placed my hands over her coat grasping her breasts. Mother shot back hard against her door
“Strip… take of your clothes”
All three gasped…Mums head spun around scanning outside…the girls mouths dropped in disbelief.
“There CAN be only ONE” I spoke with venom in my tone.
The girls looked at each other and then at mum.
“No Ross…”
She did not move as my hand rested on her knee and slid up her leg. Three pairs of eyes were looking at my hand as it disappeared under her coat and dress hem. Mums legs were pressed closed.
“Spread them…let me feel my sluts cunt”
The girls giggled…mums voice was so low I could not make it out…but her legs parted slightly.
“Wider slut”
Mum glanced at the girls but could not look them in the face for long…her head dropped as her legs spread enough for my hand to slide and touch her cunt…her wet cunt…the fucking bitch was randy.
I raised my arm exposing her upper thighs and eventually her shaven glistening cunt…the girls said nothing but look at her spread legs.
I started to slide a finger between her lips…feeling the soft silky walls of her vagina
I finger fucked her for a few seconds…my mother just staying silent with her head bowed. I withdrew my finger and offered it to Vicky…she took it in her mouth and sucked…making mother let out a low moan.
“Now strip slut….”
“Please Ross”
“Do what he says mum or I will and Ross can take my fucking cherry here in the back of the car…Ross…fuck me…I am fucking horny…”
It was my turn to be shocked as I looked at my young sister…her hand already under her skirt fingering herself.
“Nooo…please no…I…I will do it” mum’s voice was once again one of accepting resignation…”Please promise me that you wont fuck Cathy…she is too young”
I looked at my mother…and almost felt sorry for her but once again my throbbing erection was dictating my actions.
“I FUCK who and when I like…understand slut…now get those fucking clothes off”
Mum looked about her again and slowly started to undo her coat buttons…her head never stopping from spinning around…
“Hurry up mum…we want to see Ross fuck his slut mother”
Mum gasped as she shot a look at Cathy…who was now openly fingering her pussy…as was Vicky.
“Vicky…get on your knees and get your tongue on your Mistress’s cunt…she shouldn’t have to do that herself.”
Cathy’s smile broadened as Vicky gasped…
“Ohh I forgot…thank you Ross…yes slut get down and kiss my cunt for me…”
Vicky was halfway towards doing as she was instructed when…
“Wait…” Cathy’s voice bellowed…”All sluts should be naked…strip off slut”
Vicky shot a look at Cathy as if she was going to defy her then thought better of it as her hand made its way to start to obey her mistress’s order. Mum had her coat off and was slowly starting to undo the buttons of her blouse.
“This is taking to long…” I leaned over and grabbed the handle of the car door and pushed the door open…”Get out and undress…when you are naked you can get back in”
“Ross please…I will be seen”
“Get the fuck out and strip…or take us all home now where I will fuck Cathy in front of your fucking eyes as all the pictures I have taken are being uploaded…don’t fucking question me again”
Mum’s eyes were watering as she slid out of the car and in a crouched position started to strip with much more urgency. I heard the back door open and Cathy giving much the same instruction to her best friend. Both were stripped in less than thirty seconds and clambered back into the car just as a passing motor sped by.
I raised myself off the seat and pulled my pants and underpants down past my knees before sitting back down with my erect cock sticking up…“Now suck me off”
Naked and defeated mum lowered her head and started to do as requested. I could hear the soft moans come from the back seat as Vicky’s mouth was locked on my younger sister’s pussy.
I eased back into the seat as I watched mum’s head start to bob up and down feeling her tongue wrap around my cock as it gently sucked. In the back I saw Cathy grind her cunt into Vicky’s face…her moans were louder as she started to belittle her friend verbally…her hands squeezing her budding breasts through her blouse and bra.
“Cathy…lt me see your tits…pull your fucking tits out I wanna see them as mum sucks her son’s cock.”
Cathy looked up at me, a smile upon her face as she quickly pulled the buttons apart and her bra up exposing her slowly developing buds. She started to pull on the hard nipples not taking her eyes from mine.
I laid my hands upon mum’s head and started to force her down further and quicker onto my throbbing cock…I started a barrage of insults and nasty name calling as I started to fuck her mouth.
“Mums masturbating” Cathy suddenly blurted out.
I looked down just in time to see mums hand fly away from between her legs and she pushed against my hands to lift her head off my cock.
“You fucking slut…you love this don’t you?”
Mum’s head could only shake trying to deny what I had just said.
“Get in the back with the others…SLUT”.
Mum looked a little unsure and scared but she quickly jumped out of the car and got into the back. For the first time mum did as I asked without questioning me…my face beamed.
“In the middle whore”
Mum clambered over Cathy and sat between the two young girls.
“Spread your legs…lift them over Cathy and Vicky. I want to see that slut cunt of my mother.”
Mum gasped, but lifted a leg over one of the girls either side of her nearest leg, her cunt was glistening with cunt juice…her lips parted wide showing the inner pink walls of her pussy.
“Now masturbate”
The girls looked in shock as mum slowly started to play with her pussy…gently touching her clit as it poked out of its sheath.
“Suck her tits…bite them, chew them” I glanced at both girls as I told them what I wished.
Mum moaned louder as the girls leant forward and started to kiss and suck my mother’s breasts…
“Bite them sluts….hurt the bitch…make her moan”
“Yesss…harder…” I faintly heard mum’s words come out of her mouth.
“What…what did you say slut”
Mum looked right at me…waited but a second before replying…
“Bite my tits…bite your sluts tits hard…”
I moved quickly to position myself between the two front seats of the car my hand flying to my cock and giving it a few strokes…that’s all it needed as my cum shot out right across landing mum’s tummy.
I leaned forward and grabbed Vicky’s head and pulled it off mum’s tit causing mum to yelp in pain and Vicky to scream at her hair being pulled. The second spurt landed on Vicky’s face with her mouth over my cock to catch the third and subsequent spurts.
Mum screamed as her climax overtook her and her ass lifted off the back seat the cum so strong. Cathy’s mouth left mums tit as she threw herself back in her seat as her fingers sent her over the edge.
It took a few minutes for us all to calm down, three panting and sweating bodies. The only one that had not cum was Vicky…she was frantically trying to make herself cum as we all burst out in laughter as her moans of frustration were the only sounds to be heard from her.
“Stop slut…you can cum when we get home…when I fuck you”
You could see that Vicky did not want to stop but her hand stopped touching her tight cunt and she smiled…”Promise”
I smiled back… “Promise…either my cock…or mum’s tongue will get you off.”
Mum gasped.
“Mmmmm…sounds good”
I noticed my glob of semen on mum’s belly and pointed to it looking at Cathy… “Lick it up”
Cathy glared at me as we all looked to see if she would obey.
Mother moaned as Cathy’s tongue ran across the sticky substance. We waited until her head came up with just saliva now covering mums belly.
As Cathy wiped her mouth with the back of her hand she uttered ‘gross’
Within ten minutes we were all dressed and pulling into the drive. We had beaten dad home.

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