章 689: DIFFICULT TIMES BRING HAPPINESS
I was leading a happy middle-class life: Had a red sandstone house in a lovely part of the city, a husband, two children, and was working as a coach at a local girls' swimming pool.
We used to regularly entertain guests at our house, which I had painstakingly decorated; and I used to spend every morning and evening tending to our garden, which had all sorts of flowers and vegetables; and sometimes we used to go out of town for short holidays.
So, all in all, we were living a pretty good life.
But then suddenly and painfully life took a wrong turn.
My husband, who was working at a shoe factory, had a friend who was always struggling to keep a job and was always short of money. This friend, whom I never liked, somehow convinced my husband to start his own shoe business. When I heard my husband's plans, I was furious and told him not to leave his job, not to invest all our money in business and not to listen to that good-for-nothing friend of his. But my husband's mind was made up, he refused to see sense and without even telling me left his job, took our savings and on top of that a bank loan, and decided to open a shoe factory in partnership with his friend.
I don't know all the details as my husband has never told me, but before he could even start paperwork for the factory, his friend away with all the money, including the one we had borrowed from the bank. We tried to find him, even going as far as hiring private detectives, but he simply vanished with everything we had.
The shock of loss had a devastating impact on my husband. First, he tried to find his friend and then after four months of desperate and futile search he went into severe depression and when bank and other lenders started harassing him he simply ran away, leaving me behind with the children.
I tried to manage things, even taking up one more job, but with lenders constantly on my back, with neighbors talking and with bills piling up, I had no choice but to move, so sold the house, cars, jewelry and everything I could, paid whatever I could to lenders and moved to another city with little money and two kids, Derek, nineteen, and Irene, eighteen
The cash shortage was so severe that I could only afford to rent a small apartment in a rundown part of the city. The apartment had two bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen and a bathroom, that's all. I knew I had to stretch whatever cash I had, so decided to sublet the other room, while I took the main bedroom with my children.
I searched around for any women willing to live in that filthy neighborhood and finally found two girls in their twenties who agreed to live in the other room. The girls said they were working in a salon, but it later turned out that they were actually hookers.
I had never, not even in my dreams, thought that I'd be living in such a dangerous and dirty building with hookers, strippers, pimps, drug users, drug pushers, muggers and all sorts of shady characters, but my financial situation was so bad that I was willing to sublet the apartment to any woman.
As soon as I moved in, I took up a job as a teacher at the local school, which suited me fine as the two girls were working at nights and could keep an eye on my daughter, Irene, fifteen, and son, Derek, sixteen.
Life was hectic and difficult Each morning, I got up at six, prepared breakfast for all of us, drove down to school, came home, went through school children's books, did household chores and prepared dinner. The children went to school by bus as they had to go later than me.
Since all three of us were living in one room, privacy was an issue but day-to-day problems were so huge that privacy - or rather lack of it - became just one of the problems. At night, we used to sleep on one bed, there was no room for couch or anything, and that was difficult for all of us. But money problems, the bad neighborhood and lack of husband/father occupied our minds so much that spending the nights on one bed was just one of the problems.
While privacy was an issue for us, the girls living in the next room had no such qualms.
They would come back from work early in the morning and we would find them sitting in the living room smoking, half-drunk and still wearing clothes that left much of their breasts, back and thighs uncovered. Sometimes we would find them sleeping on the couch wearing see-through tops and thongs and sometimes they would come into kitchen in their bras and panties.
Initially, I didn't like their half-nakedness and told them to cover up but after working long nights they were so drunk, broken and tired that after telling them three or four times, I just felt bad for them and didn't have the heart to further ruin their day.
While I was uncomfortable with such a naked display, Irene was watching and apparently copying their every move, especially the way they walked with their chest out and swayed their hips. Another person closely watching and enjoying was Derek who couldn't take his eyes off their bodies.
As the days went by, we settled in and adjusted to the new life and its surprises.
Within a month or so, I got friendly with the girls and we started going out for drinks and they started telling me about their lives, their expectations and their customers.
We were all now friends and were comfortable with each other, so when one morning one of the girls came into my room - Derek was there getting ready to go to school - I didn't find it odd or anything.
She sat down on the bed next to me and without saying a word lifted her brown bra and started showing me how a customer had bitten and bruised her right nipple and breast Derek and I stared in shock at the red marks all over her tit -- although I think Derek was staring at her for altogether different reasons. I told her to apply some cream over the bruises and to inform police, but she said it will heal itself and has already told her pimp who will take care of the customer.
While I was talking to her, the other girl entered the room, wearing only a blue T-shirt and ash colored panties and started washing the girl's bruised boob with a wet cloth.
The sight of her bruises had shocked and saddened me so much that I had completely forgotten that Derek was sitting there watching everything, but when I realized he was there I turned toward him and told him to stop staring and get ready for the school bus.
After couple of days, the breast was completely healed, the client was in hospital with broken bones and the girl was back in business.
Irene, meanwhile, was now seriously into wearing their clothes, although only inside the apartment. On every weekend, she would strut around the house all day long in low-cut dresses, in dresses with slits reaching up to her thighs, in tank tops with her stomach exposed and sometimes she would walk around the house in nothing but a bra and panties. I shouted at her, screamed at her, but the more I told her not to dress like that, the more she threw back her short brown hair, pushed her perfectly round, perky boobs out and swayed her young, tight bums. The more I told her to dress properly, the more she acted like a slut.
By the time summers came, she had shed most of her clothes.
Summers were turning out to be a difficult period because the heat was baking the house and everything else. Even the girls were not getting that many clients as the customers preferred to stay home rather than look for girls in the scorching weather.
The sun was boiling the apartment so much that even Derek, who until now had kept his clothes on, decided it was much more bearable to wear shorts and nothing else, so we had the girls walking around the house in bras and panties and the boy in shorts.
This undressing was especially problematic at nights because all three of us were sharing the same bed, which meant that Derek would be in bed in shorts, Irene in her bra, with half of her boobs out, and in shorts sleeping next to her brother, while I would be on her other side in either a nightgown or a loose T-shirt and shorts. I remained covered up until the heat got worse and then I too decided to get rid of the T-shirt. So, now the whole house was in a semi-naked state.
When I decided to shed the T-shirt, it wasn't such a big surprise for my son, after all we had been living and sleeping in the same room for some time now, which meant he had already seen me in a bra while I was either changing clothes or had just come of the bathroom. But to actually see my big breasts and the blue veins was a new and exciting experience for him.
On the morning I decided to get rid of my T-shirt, his deep black eyes followed the each and every moment of my boobs and the pink nipples hidden under a green bra. I knew he was watching me, but didn't say anything. When the girls and Irene saw me, they gave a big smile and said: "Well, the heat finally got you."
That morning all of us sat down, resting our semi-naked breasts on the table, and had breakfast together.
Here I would a bit digress to admit that I knew my son would have tried something with the girls; after all they were parading their beautiful bodies in front of him all day long.
So, I asked the girls whether he had tried anything with them, but they just smiled and told me not to worry as he was in good hands. (Although I was pretty sure he had done both of them). When they refused to reveal anything I told them to make sure he was careful.
Once I caught him sucking the nipples of one of the girl's, who had her arms around his broad shoulders. When she saw me enter the living room, she quickly pushed his face away from her and pushed her boobs back into her cream bra. He, on the other hand, simply lifted his head up and sat down on the couch in front of TV.
At another time, I saw the other girl rubbing her hand over his crotch under the table when we were having lunch. Both of them thought I wasn't looking, but from the corner of my eye I could see her hand moving back and forth. On couple of occasions I also found him in their room with the door locked.
After couple of weeks, it was time for school's summer holidays, so I also took fifteen days' leave but since we didn't have enough money to go anywhere there was nothing to do but spend most of our time inside the apartment.
The mornings were OK, because the girls were awake, but the evenings were pretty boring as the girls were out on work and that left just the three of us cooped up inside the house watching TV and lazing around the apartment. I was finding the holidays boring, but Derek and Irene were having the best of time, especially Derek, who was spending the whole time watching me, Irene and the two girls in semi-naked state day and night.
He would watch us walk in a bathrobe, with our cleavages and thighs fully exposed; he would see me changing my clothes right in front of him, although I kept my bra and panties on; he would see us in tight tops without our bras, sometimes our erect nipples would be clearly visible; sometimes he would see all of us at breakfast only in our bras and panties, although this did not happen every day.
Once in a while, I would catch a faint glimpse of his package, especially when he was in pajamas and not wearing underwear - and the sight did not disappoint me.
While the boy was busy with us, Irene was not too far behind. She would laze around the house in small shorts and a top, without a bra, exposing her long slender legs, her smooth thighs, her young bums, her tight stomach and her perfectly shaped boobs and nipples to us, including Derek.
She even started wearing the tarty clothes of the girls outside the house. She looked especially exquisite in a red backless dress, which was held together by two strings around her sleek neck, and a slit that extended up to her inner thighs. Her five feet and six inch frame looked ravishing in that dress, especially the shape of her fully ripe breasts and her hips.
She knew she had a devastating affect and exploited the situation to the hilt. She would go out wearing these dresses, stare at the neighborhood men with her deep blue eyes and the guys would go crazy over her short brown hair, her sharp features, her sensuous neck and her bright red lips.
Within days, she had a long list of admirers, most of whom only wanted to a piece of that body. She also started to go out to the local clubs with the two girls and started dating boys from her school. She was naughty, a real naughty, girl.
Once she took a photograph of me when I was wearing a thong and then asked everybody, including Derek, to identify whose fully exposed behind it was. My son not only recognized it in a second, which simultaneously made me feel embarrassed and glad, he also downloaded it into his cell phone.
When I asked him why he wanted a photo of my naked bums, he laughed and replied: "To keep it as a memory of you when you grow old."
Everything was going well until one afternoon when I received a call on the phone and heard the distinct voice of my husband, Brad, on the other end of the line.
The minute I heard his voice, my heart literally skipped a beat and I just curled up in my bed. In his deep voice, he told me he was tired of hiding and running away from lenders and wanted to come back home. I knew I should have slammed the phone down the minute I heard his voice, but I had been so lonely and things had been so difficult that instead of slamming the phone down I started longing for him and wanted him near me that very second.
He asked me about our children and how I was coping with the financial problems. I told him I have sublet one room, but he shouldn't worry because I would ask the girls to move out and he would get the master bedroom. He told me he had missed me a lot and would be with us in two days' time.
After he hung up, I immediately told the children, but only Irene was happy to hear that her daddy was coming back home. In the evening, I informed the girls and they weren't too happy to be thrown out of the house, but when they saw the happiness on my face they understood the situation and agreed to get a new place as soon as possible.
The next two days were spent cleaning and sprucing up the place and thankfully the girls got a room in the same building, five floors below us. By the second day, the house was all spruced up. I had bought flower pots for the kitchen, had replaced the old bed sheets with new ones, had cooked his favorite roast beef and we waited for him in our best clothes. In late afternoon, we heard a knock on the door and I instantly knew that the one loud knock could only be his.
I rose from the living room couch, inspected the children and the room and ran to welcome him back into my arms.
When I opened the door, he stood there watching me with his dark brown eyes then slowly and tightly he hugged and kissed me, his lips bringing back the familiar smell of his body.
After holding me tightly for a minute or so, he entered the apartment like he had always lived there, glanced around the room and walked toward his children watching him intently.
First, he went to Derek and stretched out his arms to hug him, but Derek, who clearly wasn't looking forward to meet his dad, stretched out his hand, so both settled for a handshake.
Then he moved toward Irene, who was dressed modestly in a long orange skirt, black T-shirt and, most importantly, was wearing a bra. He stretched out his hand for a handshake, but she stepped forward and hugged him tightly, burying her whole body into his broad chest. He patted her short brown hair and kissed her forehead and sat down with her on the couch. Derek and me sat down opposite them.
His shirt, jeans and shoes looked old and battered, his hair needed a good wash and he looked tired, but he still looked handsome, rugged and desirable.
He placed his arms over Irene's shoulders, brought her body closer to him and started telling us that he had missed us a lot, was sorry to have left us like that and was mighty glad to be back.
We continued talking for about fifteen minutes, I gave him a drink, brought him his clothes that I had kept all along and off he went to bathroom for a bath.
After the bath, Brad had a cup of coffee and went early to sleep I was sleeping next to him, while Irene and Derek were in the other room, when late at night I felt his hands rubbing my back and when I turned around he started kissing me hungrily.
Then in one swift move, he opened my blue nightgown and white bra and started kissing, biting and sucking my voluptuous breasts and nipples, while his fingers were all over my already aroused body.
After making my nipples erect and my big boobs heaving, he slowly started kissing my stomach, my thighs and the front of my purple panties. While he removed my panties, I took off his gray shorts, white underwear and welcomed his cock into my dripping wet pussy.
When he started fucking me as if he was waiting for it for months, I knew our children would hear us and told him not to make so much noise, but the only thing on his mind was to fuck me as hard as he could and nothing was going to keep him down.
After releasing all his frustrations, shortcomings and the past inside me, he lay there naked next to me and when I got up to wash myself he grabbed my arms and asked me to sleep naked, which wasn't such as bad idea considering the room was already boiling hot and after our session we were sweating even more.
It was early morning, I was in deep sleep, when I felt something on my lips and when I opened my eyes saw his already erect cock trying to enter my mouth, so I opened my mouth and started sucking his dick and licking his balls.
We started kissing, touching and feeling each other's bodies and he slowly started kissing my neck and then my boobs, licking my pink nipples like a hungry boy, he then kissed my stomach, my thighs, my feet, my mound and put his tongue inside my pussy. I was wreathing in pleasure, curling my toes, moving my legs in ecstasy, and my vagina was dripping cum all over his tongue. He brought his tongue near my mouth and I cleaned it with my lips.
He then lay back on his front and I kissed the back of his neck, his back, his thighs and his legs. When my mouth reached his inner thighs, he lifted his bums a little and I knew what he wanted, so cleaned his bum hole with my tongue, pushing it as deep as I could into his hole and licked it completely.
Satisfied with my performance, he climbed on top of me and started fucking me After coming inside me, he took me to the bathroom where I washed his cock and cleaned myself then held his dick while he peed.
I was in kitchen laying out the table for breakfast when I saw Derek opening the apartment door and going out without even saying a word to me. Two minutes later, Irene tip-toed into the kitchen, wearing nothing but a bra and matching panties. Before I could ask her to cover up, she whispered to me that Dad and I had kept Derek and her awake all night and that's why Derek had stormed out of the house without having breakfast.
I didn't know what to say, so told her to go back to her room and put on something.
"Mom, you're looking very happy," she teased me as she started to go back to her room, but just then Brad appeared from his room, wearing only shorts, no shirt or underwear, and threw his arms around her smooth naked stomach, brought her near me and said: "She has grown up a lot."
I could see him looking at her semi-naked boobs, her stomach, her panties and her young firm thighs. He ran his fingers through her hair and pressed her near-naked back against his bare chest and her bums against his crotch.
I wanted to say something, but was afraid of misreading a father-daughter bond, so kept my mouth shut. She did not mind it all and after hugging him tightly went to her room.
I saw that he had a hard-on, which I'm sure Irene must have felt against her panties, but didn't know what to say, so acted as if I hadn't seen the bulge in his shorts.
The rest of the morning was spent in the living room, with lots of whiskey, and the three of us talked about the past, what we have been up to and about our plans.
The morning was pretty uneventful, although Brad couldn't apparently keep his hands off me because he slapped my bums once or twice, kissed my lips and even made me sit on his lap, all in front of Irene, who was enjoying the public display of passion more than I was.
What I also noticed was that she was obeying his each and every order; she was taking great joy in doing whatever he wanted, whereas I had to tell her ten times before she did anything. But I dismissed it as a daughter trying to please her father.
Brad went out to check out the neighborhood, while Irene went to her friend's place, and both did not return until late evening. Derek came back after dinner and went straight to his room.
In the morning, Brad started inspecting the whole house and came to Irene's and Brad's wardrobe and saw the thongs inside the wardrobe and asked us who wore them.
When Irene said she did, he closely looked at the thongs, then her and then again at the thongs. My daughter thought she was in trouble, so she quietly took out her cell phone from her pocket and said to her dad: "Mom wears them, too. Look there's even a photo of her."
He took the phone from her hand, looked at the photo of me in a thong and putting his hand on my right bum, said to her: "Send this photo to my cell."
Then he drew me closer, put his hand into the back pocket of my jeans and nuzzling my big breasts with his face said: "You still look great."
He gave Irene's cell phone back to her and told us that two of his friends will come for lunch and we should be present as they were his special friends.
With that he went out and returned an hour or later with a bright green dress for me, which had slits on both sides going up to my inner thighs, and a deep neck He gave Irene a red cropped top and black short skirt and asked her to wear them.
She immediately went to change, while I said to him that I shouldn't wear these clothes in front of his friends, but he said they were his good friends and they plan to invest in his business, so we should try to impress them instead of trying to act like prudes.
Asking me to change into the dress he went into kitchen to prepare lunch for the guests.
While he was in kitchen, Irene shouted from her room asking whether she should wear a bra under the cropped top or not? Before I could reply, he shouted back to her that she shouldn't.
When I came out of bathroom, Irene was brushing her hair in front of the mirror and Brad was telling her how important the two friends were for him and for us.
When he saw me, his eyes, as always, went straight to my boobs, which were nearly completely exposed, and gave me an admiring look.
Irene came near me and without any shame or hesitation cupped my breasts and pushed them up, leaving just the pink nipples hidden under the dress.
"Dad, Mom's wearing a thong," she said turning me around.
Hearing that, he came behind me and although I tried to stop him, he lifted my dress up and gave a tight slap on my bums right in front of our daughter. She stood there in her top and skirt, revealing the shape of her round perky boobs and nipples and her firm smooth thighs. When Brad saw me looking at her tits, he came near her and hugged her from behind, shoving his groin into her back, and putting his hands just below her boobs, he kissed her soft cheeks.
By the time his two friends arrived the lunch and both of us were ready to be served.
While Brad and his friends were busy drinking, Irene and I were laying out the table and were conscious that both his friends were watching our bodies. Unlike me, Irene was enjoying the attention. I don't know whether it was the thought of parading her semi-naked body in front of three men, or just the thought of pleasing her dad, but her nipples were erect and clearly visible under the cropped top. And to make matters worse, she was swaying her hips while walking.
I - apart from the fact that my voluptuous boobs were exposed and both my thighs were naked - tried to behave myself as much as I could in the given circumstances. I thought the food would distract them, so quickly laid out the table, but even at the table his friends kept looking at our breasts, especially at Irene's erect nipples.
After lunch, I wanted to go into my room, but Brad asked me to serve them drinks, so had no choice but to sit with them. During the whole drinking session, both of his friends only spoke to Irene and me, which was just a ruse to stare at our bodies.
I was uncomfortable with the whole scene, but Irene was enticing them more by sitting with her legs apart, by pushing her tits out in the tight top and by giving them the sly look.
Finally, after nearly two hours, both men left and as soon as they were out of the house I heaved a sigh of relief.
As soon as they left, Brad asked Irene to make three drinks and thanked us for being the perfect host. When Irene came back with the drinks, he asked her to sit on his lap and she was more than happy to do it.
She asked him in a seductive voice whether she was a good hostess.
"Yes, you were," he replied placing his left hand on her naked thigh and kissing her neck.
Hearing that, she gave him a big smile and buried her boobs into his broad chest.
I knew I had to say something to her, so told her to get off his lap and clean the kitchen, but he brushed me aside and started telling us that these two friends were going to invest in a socks factory he plans to open.
While he was telling us the story, his hand was slowly caressing Irene's inner thighs and the fingers of his other hand were slightly touching her right tits. She, of course, was enjoying it.
I couldn't watch it anymore, so got up and went to my room. After dinner, Derek came home, but went straight to his room and stayed there.
Later in the night, Brad took off his clothes and after undressing me, fucked me from behind, his hands cupping and squeezing my boobs. Just like the previous night, our children could hear him screwing me.
In the morning I was in kitchen when Brad called me and when I went inside the bedroom he was standing naked with his morning hard-on. I knew what I had to do, so followed him to bathroom and held his cock while he peed and after shaking the last drops from his dick, washed my hands and went back into kitchen where I saw a note by Derek saying that he was going to stay with his friends for couple of days.
The note left me sad but, I guess, I was expecting it. Little later, Brad came out of the room wearing a pajama, no underwear, and I told him about Derek's note, but he just shrugged his shoulders and went into Irene's room and stayed with her for more than twenty minutes. She emerged from her room in a pink tank top, no bra, and orange panties.
Irene never drank orange juice but that morning when we sat down for breakfast, Brad poured it into a large glass for her although he knew she never drank it. When I reminded him about it, he looked at Irene and told her to drink it. She didn't even lift her head up or looked at him and drank it without any complain or protest. I was taken aback by the change in her, mainly because it was impossible to force her to do anything. After finishing her juice, she silently had breakfast.
Later Brad and I went to do some shopping and other chores and returned home late in the evening, just before Irene left for her friend's place. She was already dressed, wearing an orange T-shirt, jeans and, thankfully, a bra, but when Brad saw her, he marched her and me into her room, opened her cupboard, took out cream shorts, her brother's gray shirt and told her to wear them.
She took the clothes from his hands and without saying a word took off her jeans, revealing her long sensuous legs and her lovely thighs, and put on the shorts over her crystal blue panties. Then she took off her T-shirt and started putting on the gray shirt, while both Brad and I looked at her boobs and the visible shape of her red nipples resting under a cupless bra.
After changing her clothes, she went to her friend's house.
I was amazed at the whole scene, because I never thought Brad would stand there and watch Irene change her clothes and also because I never thought Irene would obey anybody's command so easily and so quietly.
After she left, he lay down on her bed, told me to take off his jeans and suck his cock. He then made me lie down on the bed and started fucking my mouth with his dick and just when he was about to come he pushed it deep into my throat, held my face with his hands and came inside my mouth, forcing me to swallow as much cum as possible.
After making sure that I had swallowed as much as I could, he took me to bathroom where I knelt down on the floor while he stood there with his hands on his hips and I cleaned his cock, balls, and when he turned around, his hole with my tongue.
Satisfied that I had done my job, he patted my head, squeezed my nipples and proceeded to pee all over the washroom floor and left me kneeling to wash the floor. At that moment, I missed Derek a lot and wished he was there to support me.
By the time Irene returned, we had already had dinner and were in bed, he was naked under the sheets. When he heard her go into her room, he called her and asked her about the evening and what she was going to wear in bed.
"I don't know, Daddy."
"When you go to bed, take off only your jeans and shirt and go to sleep," he said looking at her from head to toe.
"OK, Daddy," she replied with her head bowed.
All this was getting too much for me, so I summoned up some courage and told him that he shouldn't talk to her that way nor should he behave with her like that, but he completely ignored me and went to sleep.
In the morning, I held his cock while he peed and then went to prepare breakfast, but Brad had to meet those investor friends, so he grabbed a cup of coffee and went out.
Irene was still sleeping in her room, so decided to call Derek; I was missing him a lot We talked about this and that and when I told him that Brad was not at home, he decided to come over to meet me.
After about twenty minutes he arrived, and by then time Irene was up and walking around the house in a T-shirt, with her stomach exposed, and in green panties and matching bra.
When he saw her, he gave a slap on her bums and hugged her, putting his arms around her naked hips. Then he came toward me and after kissing my cheeks placed his arms around my back.
I asked him if he wanted breakfast, but he had already eaten, so we went into the room and he told us that he was having a good time at his friend's house and even though I tried to convince him to come back he said he had no immediate plans of coming back.
I wanted to tell him about everything, including about his sister, but only said that she was doing whatever her daddy wanted.
"She wants to be his favorite pet," he replied.
Soon Irene got bored with our talks and went into her room, leaving just the two of us.
We were still in bed, talking about how much fun we used to have, the stupid things we used to do and how much I missed those things.
We kept talking for about fifteen minutes when he said he had to take a bath, so he went into bathroom, while I stayed there on the bed. Five minutes later, he came out wearing nothing but blue underwear, clearly showing that his cock was as big as his dad's.
When I saw him like that, I asked him where his jeans were. He pointed toward the floor and jumped into the bed next to me.
With him in just his underwear, I felt odd, but decided to ignore it and continued talking to him. After about five minutes, he turned on his side, placed his leg on my legs over the knee-length nightgown and buried his face into my big breasts.
The nightgown was held together by a string, so when he buried his face the gown fell open a little bit and his mouth was now touching my cleavage rather than the gown.
When he did not try to move his lips away from my boobs, I also did not say anything.
With his lips on my tits and his naked thighs on my legs he fell asleep - just like he used to do when he was a little kid.
He was sleeping like this when Irene opened the door, saw her brother sleeping and decided to join us, so she slowly crept into bed, pressed her body against his naked back and placed her hand on my stomach. When he felt sandwiched between the two of us, he woke up but she calmly and expertly guided his face back to my boobs, but in the process opened my gown a bit more, so the upper part of my breasts was now completely naked.
He was sleeping with his lips on my tits when my cell phone rang, forcing me to get up to pick it up. It was Brad telling me that he will be back home by evening as he was busy with his friends.
While I was talking to Brad, I saw Derek turning to his other side and Irene guiding his face toward her boobs and since she wasn't wearing a bra his face was pressed against her nearly naked breasts and her nipples, his bare legs were on top of her naked thighs and his cock was pressed against her sensuous legs.
Both of them were enjoying each other's company, so I went to take a shower When I came out of the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around me, Irene dragged me to bed, sat down on top of me, her panties rubbing against my belly button, and asked me whether I loved her more or Derek. When I said I loved her more, Derek got up and started wrestling with me and asking me whether I loved him more or Irene. When I told him that I loved him more than Irene, she started wrestling with me and it continued like this, with both wrestling with me and asking me the same question.
As they wrestled with me, their hands were all over my body, including my bums, thighs, stomach and shoulders.
Both of them were proving to be too strong for me and unable to get out of their grip, I shouted that I didn't love either of them. As soon as I said that, Derek threw me on top of him, his cock pressed against my bums, and cupped my boobs.
Now imagine my situation: There I was on top of Derek in a towel, with my breasts cupped tightly by him and his dick pressed against my behind.
I thought Irene might help me, especially now when Derek's hands were all over my boobs but she was more interested in hearing that I say that I love her more than Derek.
After much struggling, he finally let me go and I turned on my side, with my back toward him, and we lay there panting and heaving.
The rest of the afternoon was spent cooking and eating lunch and by early evening Derek went back to his friend's place after hugging and kissing us and promising us that he would soon visit us.
In late evening, Brad came back with a gift for Irene. She bowed her head, took the packet and found a satin chemise inside it.
In his deep baritone voice, Brad told her to wear it. When he said that, I told that she can't wear a transparent chemise in front of us, especially not in front of him, but he didn't listen to me and waited for her to put it on.
She turned her back to us, took off her T-shirt, which fell on the floor, and wore the sheer chemise with her panties. With her head still bowed, she turned around toward us and Brad and I could clearly see her firm perfectly round perky boobs, her bright red nipples, her smooth stomach and her belly button, it was as good as her being topless.
I told her to cover herself up, but she just stood there in front of him like a slave girl with Brad admiring her breasts.
Then he started taking off his clothes, right there in the living room, until he was in his underwear then he asked her to pick up her bra and his clothes from the floor and put them in washing machine and when she went to put them in the machine he watched the every moment of her tits and both of us could see her nipples getting hard.
She stayed like that the whole evening, then after dinner Brad called me into bedroom and without even kissing me started fucking me and after squeezing my boobs and biting my nipples came inside me. After he came, I went with him to bathroom, washed his cock, his balls and also his bum hole and then washed myself.
When we went to bed at night, he called Irene, who was still wearing that transparent satin chemise and lemon panties, and told her sleep next to us. I didn't like the arrangement and got up to go to living room, but he forced me back into bed and Irene lay down next to him with me on his other side.
As he had been awake since early morning, he instantly went to sleep, but Irene and I lay awake next to him. I went to sleep late and got up early and saw Brad with his back toward me, his legs over Irene's naked thighs, his underwear pressed tightly against her panties, his stomach rubbing against her bare back and his left hand cupping her boobs, his fingers were on her bright red nipples, with just a sheer chemise covering them.
For the next two minutes or so, I kept watching Brad's nearly naked body pressed against Irene's semi-nude body and far from feeling bad or anything; I rather felt aroused by the whole scene. I left them sleeping and went to bathroom and then to kitchen. I was in kitchen when Irene came out of the room, hugged and kissed me and sat down to watch TV.
Little later I heard Brad call me, so went to bedroom and with him to bathroom where I took off his underwear, there were cum marks all over it, and held his cock in my hand while he peed.
Then, without even changing his underwear, he went into living room and sat down on the couch next to Irene, who I'm sure also noticed the cum marks on his underwear. I called them when breakfast was ready, but Brad got up, went to kitchen and came back with four totally burnt toasts and told Irene to eat them.
I was having none of that, so I pushed the plate away from her, but he caught my hand and said in a chilling tone: "Don't ever do that, ever."
I was so petrified when I saw the look in his eyes that I placed the plate back in front of Irene. She did not say anything and started eating the burnt toasts, but since there was no butter or cheese on the toasts, she was having difficulty in swallowing them and that was irritating him.
She was trying to finish the third toast when his patience ran out and he caught her by her hand, took off her chemise, pushed her against the wall and told her to stand there facing us.
She did not utter a single word, bowed her head and stood there against the wall in her panties, with her boobs, nipples, stomach, thighs and legs totally naked.
I knew I had to get out of the house, so went out for a long walk. But when I returned after more than two hours she was still standing there and he was watching TV.
I knew he would make her stand for another couple of hours, so quickly made an excuse that one of my friends was coming over, so he should let her go to her room.
He looked at me and then at semi-naked Irene and although he knew I was lying said: "She can go, but next time she will get a more severe punishment."
I went to take her to her room, but she went to her daddy, knelt down near his feet and putting her head on his lap said: "I'm sorry, Daddy", over and over again, but instead of saying anything he pushed her to the floor with his legs and told me to take her to her room.
When she went to her room, Brad, who was still in his cum-stained underwear, took out his cock and asked me to jerk him off, so I knelt down, took his dick in my hand and started jerking him off and within minutes he came all over my face, my neck and my bra. Then I cleaned his cock with my tongue and lips and went to clean myself. When I came back he was still in the living room and was calling Irene.
She was taking a shower, so I knocked on the bathroom door and told her to hurry up as daddy wanted to see her. She got out of the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around her young firm body and with water dripping from her hair and neck.
She went and stood in from of him, with her head bowed. He looked at the little droplets on her cleavage and her thighs and said: "From now on, you're going to obey some rules. When I call you, you've to come instantly, no matter what you're doing. When you are going out, you've to tell me where you're going and when you will be back. At home, you will ask my permission before doing anything, including what to wear. And remember, if you don't make me happy, the punishment would be severe. The only thing you don't have to take permission for is to go to the bathroom. Now I'm going to ask you some questions and if I'm not satisfied remember the punishment."
She kept her head bowed and nodded.
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No, Daddy."
"Have boys kissed you?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Where?"
"On my cheeks, my lips and on my stomach, Daddy."
"How many boys have kissed you?"
"Eight, Daddy," she replied after thinking for a while.
"Have men kissed you?
"Yes, Daddy."
"How many?"
"Five, Daddy."
"Have you kissed a girl?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Who was she?"
"Stella and Karen, Daddy." (The girls who used to share the apartment)
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Has any guy seen you naked?"
"Two, Daddy."
"What did they do?"
"They took off my clothes and touched me all over, Daddy."
"Did you like it?"
"No, Daddy."
"Why not?"
"Because I didn't like them, Daddy."
"Have you touched man's thing?"
When she heard the question, she started sobbing, which began to make him angry.
"Yes, Daddy," she replied between the sobs.
"How many?"
"Two, Daddy."
"Did you kiss them?"
"No, Daddy," she said flinching a little.
"Have you had sex?"
"No, Daddy," she said looking up for the first time.
That apparently satisfied him, because he got up, kissed her cheeks and went out after changing his clothes.
I went to Irene's room and found her sitting on the bed. I asked her if she was OK.
"Don't worry, Mom, I'm doing this because I want to make Daddy happy, so don't worry about anything," she reassured me.
I quizzed her further but she reassured me that she was OK, so I started to go back to my room and told her to put on some clothes, but she said she can't because Daddy hasn't told her what to wear and remained in that towel until Brad returned in the evening.
I thought he might ask her to wear something and when he didn't say anything I said to him that he should ask her to put on some clothes, but he replied: "She deserves to learn discipline."
After dinner, Irene and I were watching TV when Brad told us to make a drink for him and for ourselves and come to bedroom. We got the drinks and lay down on the bed, with Irene resting her head on my legs and her naked thighs on her dad's legs.
Brad said his investor friends plan to make him a partner, but the catch was that the plant was around 300 miles from our place and he would have to stay there during the weekdays.
Irene and I didn't like the idea of him going away, but he needed a job and we needed the money plus there was no other option.
Then the conversation shifted to our early days of marriage and how we couldn't keep our hands off each other. Brad, who was caressing my long black hair, said he still can't keep his hands off me, which brought a big smile on Irene's face.
"When I first saw your mom, I instantly fell in love with her and knew I wanted to marry her. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen."
As the talks got more romantic, Brad's hand moved from my hair to my naked shoulder and, by the time the conversation reached our marriage, his left hand was caressing my left tit, half hidden under an orange bra, and started kissing my neck, my shoulders and my lips.
By now Irene was used to this kind of affection, so she continued talking without batting an eyelid. When Irene lay down between us, he moved his hand from my boobs to her bare stomach and we continued talking for the next twenty minutes and by then Brad's arms were over her breasts, his arms touching her naked cleavage, his right leg over her thighs and her face was pressed against his chest.
I knew whatever was happening was wrong, but it all looked so natural, so childlike that I didn't have the heart to say anything to them.
When I got up in the morning, her face was buried into my bra, her lips were on my breasts, and, as her towel had fallen loose during sleep, her naked boobs were pressed against my stomach.
The sight of her sleeping like that brought back all the memories of her childhood and it was so overwhelming that I woke Brad up and told him to look at how she was sleeping.
He gave a big smile, kissed her naked back and then tightly hugged her, waking her up in the process.
He scooped her body in his arms and made her lay down on top of him She lay there on top of him, her face on his chest, her breasts on his stomach and her thighs over his shorts.
"Daddy, I love you," she whispered.
Then without even bothering to cover her naked boobs, she sat on his stomach and started tying her hair. I knew the sight of her bright red nipples, her perfect fully ripped breasts was torturing him and wanted to prolong his torture, so placed my hand on her naked thighs and started talking to her.
He tried to bear it as much as he could but when it became too much for him he asked her to get off him, took me to bathroom and without even closing the door started jerking off and within minutes came all over me. After masturbating, he made me hold his cock while he peed. I knew with the door open Irene could hear everything, but it was too late for modesty or shame.
Brad had some meetings, so got dressed, told us that his investor friends were coming for dinner and that he will get take-away and drinks for the dinner. Turning toward Irene, who was still in towel, he asked her to bring from her room her jeans, blue halter top and strapless bra. When she brought the three items, he asked her to change, so she lowered her towel, fully revealing her boobs, and put on her bra and then the halter top and wore the jeans over her towel. We watched her while she changed her clothes.
After she was finished, he asked her to wear something in the evening that would make her daddy happy and to make sure that mom was also nicely dressed.
As I had some work, I went out after breakfast and Irene went to her friend's house. In the evening, Irene came back with four dresses she had borrowed from her friends and after much arguing and discussion she selected a blue tube top for me and a white skirt.
Although the white skirt was nearly transparent, I felt good after wearing it.
Meanwhile, Irene called Brad on his cell phone and after telling him about the choices he selected a brown net top, thankfully with a bra, and a black skirt.
Brad arrived in the evening with the same two investor friends and two girls, who he claimed were friends but were clearly hookers.
Things got off to a good start, with lots of alcohol and conversation flowing around, everybody was in high spirits. If things were good before dinner, they went crazy after that.
Brad was continuously using us to charm his friends: he kept on saying how lovely Irene looked in that dress, how beautiful I was and so on and so forth.
His friends weren't interested in our dresses; their eyes were fixed on Irene's young, firm body and on my big boobs. After dumping the hookers at Brad, his friends waited for the right moment and when they saw Irene and I go into kitchen to keep the empty glasses, they came behind us and grabbed us. We tried to get away, but they were stronger than us plus Brad's job depended on them, so were afraid to create a scene.
One of the guys pushed me against the door, while the other held Irene near the oven.
The guy holding me kissed me hard on my lips and pushed his hands under my top and since it was a tube top he had no difficulty in popping out my boobs With both my breasts out in the open, he started squeezing, biting and sucking them, while with his other hand he started fingering me.
With his mouth busy with my tits, I turned my head left and saw the other guy standing with his cock out and forcing Irene to suck it while he played with her breasts. She tried to resist and I tried to drag the man toward me, but he pushed me aside and forced his cock inside Irene's mouth.
She, too, understood the situation, so she closed her eyes and began sucking it.
After few minutes, the men started worrying that Brad or one of the hookers might come, so the guy sucking my tits left me to join Brad and the girls. I immediately adjusted my top and skirt, went near Irene, took the man's his cock from her mouth, and putting it inside my mouth, placed his hands under my top.
Irene got up to leave, but he grabbed her by her hair and forced her to watch as he came inside my mouth, on my face, on my neck and on my boobs. After dropping his cum all over me, he lifted Irene's skirt, wiped his dick with it and left the kitchen.
As I sat there on the floor, with his cum dripping from my chin, Irene took out tissues and wiped it from my mouth, my eyebrows, my eyes, my chin and my tits. After wiping me clean, she helped me get up and both of us went back to party.
Brad was busy with the girls, he had his arms around them, and was sharing some lewd jokes with them while his two friends were finishing their drinks and preparing to leave.
When Brad saw his friends leave, he jumped to his feet and started saying that they should come again, that we enjoyed their company and would love to see them again.
As a perfect hostess, I, too, asked them to come back, and at the door one of the guys turned around, looked at me and simply said: "We will be back."
Brad was already drunk and we were too shaken by the events and wanted to go to bed, but Brad insisted that we have one more drink, so we sat down with him.
He started asking whether the guests were happy with the dinner or not, whether everything was perfect or not, whether they will come back or not, etc. And then he started praising us, telling us how lovely we were looking, how beautiful we were.
He was totally drunk, but he didn't forget to tell Irene to take off only the brown net top and bra when she goes to sleep. Then he fell asleep on the couch and we thought of walking him to the bedroom, but he was heavy and we were tired so decided to leave him there and Irene and I went to Irene's room.
I don't know why but I started to miss Derek, so called him and asked him to come over.
When he came, Irene was in her room and I was in mine.
He asked me about all the bottles and glasses in the living room and about Brad, so I told him that we had some of Brad's friends for dinner, Brad was wasted and we were too tired. He went to living room, made a drink for himself and asked me if I wanted something, so told him to get my gown from the wardrobe as I was too tired to get up from the bed. I took the gown from his hand, told him to turn around and after taking off my bra and panties I crawled back into bed in my gown.
I told him that Dad might become a partner in a socks factory and he might have to stay near the factory during the weekdays. When Derek heard that, he said he will come and stay with us during the weekdays. Then we started talking about the dinner and other things, but I didn't tell him about the kitchen event.
He said he really enjoyed the last time he was here, especially when he rested his face on my gown as that brought back lots of memories.
I told him I was thinking the same thing and if he ever wanted to sleep like that again all he had to do was ask. We then started talking about his friends and his activities when in the middle of the conversation I saw him staring into my eyes, so asked him why he was looking at me like that.
He moved his eyes toward my gown, I gave him a big smile and opened my gown a little bit, but he started pouting, so opened it a little more, but still he pouted, so pushed his face into my gown and told him to open it as much as he wants.
He opened my gown a little more, put his face on my breasts and lay down next to me.
I told him that when I tell Irene to do something she doesn't listen and have to tell her again and again just to get her do chores whereas when Brad tells her something, she does it immediately.
"She changed a lot after Dad left us," he said.
I put my right hand on his head and started running my fingers through his dark black hair and asked him to elaborate.
"Mom, you were too busy with the house, job and finances, so you didn't notice, but after Dad left us she started doing whatever any man would ask her, it was her way to give the man so much love, that he wouldn't leave her She wanted to please them, so they would stick around."
I felt really bad when he told me, but he reassured me that now with Dad back in the house her whole focus would be on him and she won't run around pleasing other men.
I said that means other men must have taken advantage of her vulnerability, but he just shrugged his shoulders.
So, asked him if he had taken advantage of her.
"I don't have to take advantage of anyone," he replied lifted his head and smiling.
When he said that, I slapped his back and laughed.
With his mouth touching my boobs, I could feel his warm breath on my skin and was loving the feel of his breath on my skin.
When I reminded him that she was his sister and he shouldn't take advantage of her, he said: "Don't worry, Mom, she likes being controlled."
He lifted his face, looked at my half exposed breasts and asked me whether I liked being controlled.
"No, I don't."
Putting his face back on my tits, he pondered over my answer and said: "I think you would love to be controlled, but only by the right man."
He asked me whether Dad was controlling Irene. I said I don't know if he was controlling her, but she's always doing what he wants. I asked him if he was jealous.
"Nah, I know her much better than Dad."
I then asked him why he wasn't staying with us.
He said there were two reasons. "First, I can't stand the noises that come from your room. Secondly, I can't understand how you can accept back Dad."
I told him that I tried to control the noises, but he doesn't listen. Secondly, I accepted him back because I still love him and he was still my husband.
He nuzzled his face against my breasts and asked if I loved him.
"I love you more than anything."
"More than Dad?"
"Yes, even more than Dad."
That brought a big smile on his face and he kissed me right there on my boobs and lay there with his face buried between my cleavage.
After about ten minutes, I felt a face near me and saw Irene pushing Derek away to make room for herself And since Brad had told her to take off her top and bra she was topless and was wearing only white panties.
I placed my right arm around her and made her lie down next to me, with Derek's face on my left tits and her face on my right one. But that didn't satisfy them and they started fighting with each other and in the process my gown opened much more than I wanted and my boobs and nipples were fully exposed and so was my stomach but, thankfully, my pussy was still covered.
I thought I would see some reaction on Derek's when he saw Irene topless but apparently he had seen her breasts before, so the sight of her perfectly round firm tits didn't come as a shock to him.
After fighting with each other, they finally settled down and Derek lay down with his leg on my vagina and his face on my left boob, while Irene had her leg over my right thigh and her cute little mouth on my right nipple.
I don't remember a sight that gave me more pleasure than this.
We knew Brad was wasted and won't be getting up until late morning, so we slept like a log.
When I woke up in the morning, I saw Irene sleeping on her back with her whole body naked except for the bottom part, which was hidden under her panties, and Derek was sleeping next to me, with his left hand cupping my right boob and his face was pressed against my bare shoulders.
I gently woke him up; because I knew he wanted to be out of the house before Brad woke up. He turned and tossed for few minutes, then woke up, kissed me on the lips and started to get up, but I put my hand behind his head and pressed his face against my completely naked breasts.
He stayed like that for some time then kissed my tits, got up, went around the bed, kissed Irene on her cheeks and then pinched her right nipple hard and ran away.
His prank woke her up with a jolt and she tried to catch him, but he was too fast for her.
It was around ten when Brad woke up and it just happened that at that moment Irene was trying one of the dresses she had borrowed from her friends the previous evening.
When he saw her wearing the dress, he got angry, went into the kitchen, brought a wooden rod, and told her to take off her dress, put her hands on the couch and bend over.
I knew what he was going to do, so I asked him why he was punishing her.
"I've told her to first ask me before wearing and she's standing there here wearing that dress."
I told him she was just trying it on, to which he replied: "So, what? She deliberately disobeyed me and will be punished."
Irene took off the dress, leaving just her panties on and after placing her hands on the couch she got ready for the punishment.
He went and stood beside her and after spreading her legs, he smacked her bums with the rod. The rod turned her behind bright red and with each stroke her bums turned more and more red. He kept on smacking her with the rod until there were red marks all over her behind. She did not cry nor asked him to stop. When he was finished, he told her to go to her room.
She straightened herself up, bowed her head and said: "Daddy, I'm sorry. Will never disobey you."
I took her to her bathroom, filled the bath with water, took off her panties and told her to sit in the water as that would ease the pain. I was about to throw her panties in the laundry bag when Brad came into the bathroom, saw Irene sitting in the bath tub, her pussy hidden under the water, turned his back toward her and waited for me.
I was naturally hesitant to hold his cock with Irene present in the washroom, so tried to delay it by talking to Irene, but with each passing second he was getting angrier, so had no choice but to go to him.
Taking out his dick from his shorts, held it while he peed and then shook it to get rid of the last drops. Irene wasn't looking at us, but she obviously knew what was happening but didn't say anything when I went back to her after Brad left.
After she came out of the tub, I dried her body, including her bright red nipples, her little pubic hair and her virgin pussy. After drying her up, I wrapped the towel around her and took her to Brad, who was drinking a large mug of coffee, and asked him what she should wear. He told her to wear brown jeans, green spaghetti top and no bra or panties, so she went into her room, brought the clothes and wore them in front of us, with everything visible to us except her vagina.
After that, we had breakfast and since I had to meet someone I changed my clothes and went out.
Once out of the house, I called my sister, Eli, who was into real estate and was taking care of a friend's house in the good part of the city. Although she was my sister, we were completely different. She had done everything, from drugs to sex with men and women, to threesomes, to stripping to exhibitionism. I knew I could talk to her about anything - and I really needed to talk - and she wouldn't judge me, so went to meet her.
I told her everything: Brad's behavior toward Irene, about Brad's friends and about the closeness I had developed with Irene and Derek.
I didn't hide anything from her and she listened to me patiently and told me she would ask Derek and Irene about their relationship from them and I should focus on my relationships.
Giving me my third drink, she asked me what was troubling me the most. I said I was afraid that Irene might come too close to Brad and if he left us again it would crush her.
Eli said that's Irene's problem, she would have to handle it. I said what about Brad making Irene wear transparent clothes? Eli said that's again Irene's problem.
"OK, what about him getting all passionate with me in front of Irene?"
"Do you feel embarrassed?"
"No."
"Then?"
"Well, it feels odd."
"He's doing what we all do behind the door that is all. Look at the bright side; even after so many years of marriage, he is still passionate about you."
"What about peeing with Irene present in the washroom?"
"Well that depends on what Irene thinks about it."
"What about his friends?"
"Talk to Brad about them, or confront them directly. My advice is to play along until Brad becomes a partner."
"What about my closeness with Derek and Irene?"
"Your kids have gone through a lot in the past year; all they are looking for is some affection, so don't close that door."
"What if Brad goes further with Irene?"
"That's for Brad and Irene to decide, we cannot decide for them nor should we interfere, as that would push them more toward each other."
Turning toward me, she asked me whether Derek would go further with me.
"That's not possible."
"Why?"
"Because I won't let him."
She asked me whether she should call Irene and talk to her. I said yes. So she phoned Irene and asked her to come over. Around twenty minutes later, Irene came and without a bra her firm perky boobs were looking beautiful and sat down with us.
Eli told her we had called her because we wanted to clarify certain things.
"OK."
Eli asked her whether what Brad was doing was fine with her.
"Yea, it's fine with me."
"Did you feel bad when Brad smacked you?"
"It was hurting a lot, but didn't feel bad."
"How do you feel about walking around the house in a transparent chemise or standing in front of him topless?"
"It's fine by me," she said.
"So you don't feel embarrassed by it?"
"He has already seen me, lots of times, so don't feel embarrassed anymore."
"When did he see you?" I asked in surprise.
"In the old house (which we were forced to sell to pay off the lenders) Dad used to peek from the window when I was changing clothes. He saw me several times."
"Did he peek when I was at home?" I said as had no idea that he was peeking at his own daughter.
"Yea, sometimes, but mostly when you were out."
"Did he see everything?"
"I didn't show him everything."
"Did he know that you knew he was watching?"
"Yea, I'm sure, because whenever you and Derek weren't in the house, I would go to him and tell him that I was going to change clothes. So, he would come to window and watch me take off everything except my panties."
"Did he do anything?"
"He did rub his arms against my chest, felt my thighs and pushed his thing against my bums, but he wasn't naked or anything."
"How did Derek see you?"
"He loves sleeping with his face on my breasts, so at night I would take off my T-shirt or top and he would sleep with his face nestling between them."
I knew what she meant because he was doing the same thing with me.
"Have you seen Dad's or Derek's thing?" asked Eli.
"Derek's few times. He would sometimes come out of bathroom naked, but not Dad's."
This was getting too much for me and I wanted to end the conversation, so I again asked her if she was OK.
"Mom, I'm fine, don't worry. I'm enjoying our closeness," she replied placing her hands on my knees.
With that, she took off her jeans and T-shirt and dived into the pool in her panties.
"We should also talk to Derek," suggested Eli.
"Phone him."
But she said there was no need to phone him as he was sleeping upstairs, so she went upstairs, woke him up and told him to come downstairs as we wanted to talk to him.
When he came, he kissed us on our cheeks and sat down with a large drink.
Eli asked him if he felt bad about Dad controlling Irene.
"No, now Dad's at home, so he's controlling her. When I'll be at home, I'll control her. Irene wants to be controlled."
"What about her running around the house topless."
"I run around the house topless, you are topless most of the time; mom is nearly topless at home, so why can't Irene be topless?"
"So, you're fine with things at home?"
"Yea, I'm fine. Once Dad's at work, I'll move back and things would be better."
"What about this business of sleeping with your face on Irene's chest?"
"I sleep with my face on Irene's chest, on Mom's chest and on your chest. They are natural pillows. Nature has been very kind to our family," he said looking at my and Eli's breasts.
I knew Derek had a crush on Eli, most men had a crush on her, but that he was sleeping with her was news to me.
"Aunt, Mom, don't worry, we are lucky to be so close to each other and I'm especially lucky that three beautiful women love me."
Then he heard the water splashing, so asked us who was in the pool and when we told him Irene was swimming, he stripped down to his underwear and jumped into the pool.
Then both of them began asking us to join them, so we took off our clothes, leaving our bras and panties on, and joined them.
After swimming for fifteen minutes, Eli and I came out of the pool and lay down on the lounge chairs. Eli took off her bra, revealing two pair of boobs that were nearly as big as mine, and started to dry herself with a towel. I picked up a towel from the floor and dried myself.
When Derek and Irene came out of the pool, her wet body, especially her naked breasts, was looking gorgeous. She sat down next to me on the chair, while Derek sat next to Eli.
"Mom, we have seen you, so you can take off your wet bra and let it dry," he said when he saw me still wearing the wet bra.
"I was waiting for you," I replied turning toward him and winking at him.
He raised his eyebrow, smiled, came near me and with one finger flicked opened my bra.
Amazed at his expertise, I asked him where he learnt that.
"Aunt Eli taught me," he said sitting down with her and placing his hand on her naked thighs.
"You are a good teacher," I commented Eli.
We dried ourselves, wrapped the towels around our hips and went to the bar where Derek served us the drinks. We stayed there until evening and then Irene and I headed home, leaving Derek with Eli, his aunt, his teacher and, apparently, much more.
When we reached home, Brad was sitting in living room drinking with the same two friends and when they saw us they invited us for drinks, but we didn't want to sit with them, so Irene and I went into bedroom. But he came running after us and started growling at us and said we had no manners, we should sit with the guests, etc. So, we got up, went into living room and sat down with them.
I was on my second drink when Brad, who was already pretty drunk, foolishly started telling them that two girls used to live in the apartment and were now living five floors below us.
When his friends heard that, they started asking him to go and ask the girls to join us, so Brad took one of his friends and went to get the girls.
As soon as Brad was out of the door, his other friend dragged Irene by her hand and lifted her T-shirt and since she wasn't wearing a bra her boobs and her bright red nipples were fully exposed and he started licking and biting her nipples.
But I pushed him aside and told him to leave her alone, but he kept on biting and licking her tits, so I told him that if he did not let her go I will scream.
When he heard my icy tone and saw that I meant it, he let her go but caught me by my hair and dragged me to the floor and said: "Listen, bitch, your husband and your children's future depends on us, so do as we tell you."
He stood up and told Irene to take off my panties but when Irene did not move, he said to her: "If you want to make your daddy happy, take off your mommy's panties, OK?"
He then turned toward me and told me to take off my blouse and do it fast. He took off his jeans and underwear and before Irene could even undress me, he opened my legs and started raping me. But he wasn't satisfied with that, so he dragged Irene near me and started squeezing and cupping her boobs under her T-shirt while she watched me getting raped by one of her daddy's friends.
He knew Brad would be back soon, so he cupped and squeezed her breasts as much as he could and after cumming inside me, got up and pushed me naked into the bedroom, gave my clothes to Irene and put his underwear and jeans back on.
I stood there naked in a daze for a minute or so in bedroom, then Irene hugged me, took me to bathroom, washed his cum off my thighs and vagina and helped me put my clothes back on.
I could hear lots of laughing in the living room and knew I had to join them otherwise Brad would get upset, so went back into living room with Irene.
When the girls saw us they were pretty embarrassed because they were under the impression that we weren't in the house, but I told them not to worry and enjoy the party.
With that taken care of, Irene and I came back into bedroom and lay down on bed, with Irene resting her head on my shoulder. She wanted to tell her dad about the rape, but I told her to keep quiet and not to create a scene. She was angry, but somehow convinced her to remain quiet.
Little later, the guy, who had gone with Brad to get the girls, came into bedroom with totally drunk Brad. After putting him into bed, he moved closer to me and pushed his hand inside my skirt and said: "Now, it's my turn."
I had just been raped and didn't want to go through it again, so pushed him away and tried to get out of room, but he put his hands on Irene's boobs and said: "It's either you or your daughter."
"OK, but let her go," I said when I saw him squeezing Irene's breasts.
He removed his hands from her tits and started opening my blouse. I told her to wait in bathroom.
After undressing me, he took off his jeans and underwear and without wasting any time he made me lie down on the floor and started fucking me and squeezing my boobs. He sucked my nipples, licked my breasts and kissed me on my neck and stomach and just before he came he bit my right nipple so hard that I thought he had completely bitten it off. After coming inside me, he went back to join the party in the living room and I went to bathroom to clean myself again.
Irene was waiting for me and wanted to help me, but I started cleaning myself and was washing my inner thighs when the guy who had just raped me walked into the bathroom completely naked saw us sitting near the bath tub, dangled his cock in front of Irene, sneered at us and began peeing in the toilet.
After cleaning myself, I had just gone to bed when one of the girls came, wearing only a T-shirt, and told me the men were calling me, so went into the other bedroom and saw the two men and the girl sitting on bed naked. When I asked them why they had called me, they said they wanted me to have a drink with them but when I refused the offer, they told me not to spoil my husband's future over a drink.
"You've been a good wife, so sit down and have a drink."
I sat down on the edge of the bed, took the drink from one of the girls and started drinking.
When the men saw me sitting there and drinking, they lay back on the bed and told the girls to suck their cocks as I sat there with a drink in my hand and watched them get a blow job.
By the time I got up in the morning, the men and the girls were gone; Brad and Irene were still sleeping. I was still wearing last evening's clothes, as were Irene and Brad, so went to bathroom, washed my face, changed into pajamas and top and went to clean the living room and the bedroom, and saw cum marks on the bed sheet and condoms on the floor.
I was cleaning the bedroom when Brad called me and went with him to bathroom and held his cock while he peed. Then I went to kitchen and was preparing breakfast when Brad came and started kissing me on my neck and shoulders and then he cupped my boobs under my top.
He was caressing my breasts when Irene walked in and I tried to stop him but instead of stopping he took off my top and started playing with my nipples in front of her.
"Mom has got a lovely back," she said watching us.
"Your mom has got a lovely back, your mom has got a lovely body and your mom's hot."
"Dad, why do you take Mom with you to pee?"
"Because she helps me."
"Can't you pee yourself?"
"I like it when she helps me."
"Do you want to help me?" he asked her, turning his head toward her, with his hands still on my boobs.
"Yes."
"OK, from now on, you'll help me."
Then he removed his hands from my breasts, gave a tight slap on my bums and went into his room to change. Irene had some work, so she went out and Brad went out to meet some people telling me that he won't be back before dinner.
I was cleaning the house when Eli called and said she was coming with Derek and all three of us will go out for lunch. I finished cleaning the house, got dressed and went out for lunch with them.
After lunch, Eli and I were in the living room, Derek was in his room with his laptop, and talking about Eli's daughters and her work when in the middle of the conversation, I asked her how she and Derek started.
"You know, Derek always had a crush on me, he was always bringing gifts to me, trying to kiss me, so one day I let him kiss me and one thing led to another."
I asked her whether tongues were involved in the first kiss.
"Tongues have been involved in many places," she replied.
"What if Ray finds out?" (Ray's her husband).
"Ray thinks I consider Derek my son, so doesn't suspect anything."
"Have you seen his package? It's huge. Ray's looks tiny in front of Derek's," she said turning toward me.
I didn't tell her, but when Derek walked around the house in pajamas or underwear, it was easy to guess that he had a huge cock, just like his dad. Eli, as if she had read my mind, asked me whether Brad was big, too.
"Yes, he's big."
"I know I shouldn't tell you this, because it will make Derek angry, but when he makes love, especially when he is sucking my nipples or when he is doing it, he calls me mommy."
When I heard that I was surprised but more than surprised I was jealous, but didn't want her to notice that, so asked in a calm voice: "What do you call him?"
"Sometimes I call him my baby."
"Baby with a huge cock," I said laughing in an effort to hide my jealousy.
When I said that, she thought I was cool about the whole thing, so she too laughed.
The thought of Derek calling Eli mommy while sucking her big pink nipple was too much for me, so went into kitchen and made a large drink for myself. By the time I came back, she had gone to bedroom and I could hear her making love to Derek.
I sat down on the couch and imagined her kissing and touching Derek's body and that made me really angry. I was on my third drink when Eli came out of bedroom, wearing nothing but Derek's shirt, and sat down with me on the couch with a bottle of water.
She was wearing the shirt but all the buttons were open, except for the middle one, so when she sat down I could clearly see her boobs and her pussy. Derek came out of bedroom wearing tight shorts, no underwear, and I could clearly see the shape of his cock. When Eli saw it, she winked at me, but I acted as if I hadn't noticed it.
He sat down next to Eli and started flipping TV channel. Eli wanted to draw my attention toward his dick, so she started rubbing his thigh, but I kept my eyes glued to the TV.
Unable to get my attention, Eli asked Derek to get a drink for her from the kitchen and as soon as he was out of earshot, she whispered to me that his package was visible.
When Derek came back from kitchen, I glanced at his shorts, saw his cock move with each step and winked back at Eli.
Later both of them got up to take a shower, but just then Irene came, so they decided to have a drink with her.
After about two minutes, Eli came out of bathroom, naked and totally wet, and asked me if I wanted to join them, but I said no.
Eli and Derek got dressed and left for Eli's place.
"Daddy hasn't told me what to wear and his cell isn't reachable," she said when I asked her to put some clothes on when I saw her walk around the house stark naked, her wet pubic hair glistening.
"I can't, because I don't want to make him angry again," she added when I told her to at least wrap the towel around her.
Irene and I were sleeping when Brad came back and when he saw Irene sleeping naked next to me, I told him that she was waiting for him to tell her what to wear.
"She's a good girl," he said smiling when he heard that.
He took off his clothes, his cock was already erect, and stood there watching Irene's small feet, her long legs, her gorgeous thighs, her tight bums, her beautiful boobs, her bright red nipples and her sensuous neck.
Then he asked me to turn her around, so I gently turned her on her back and he started stroking his cock and feasted his eyes on her little brown pubic hair, her virgin pussy, her smooth stomach, the movement of her boobs with her breath, her small chin, her red lips, the soft skin of her cheeks and her short brown hair.
I knew he was going to fuck here right there, so I brought him to my side and whispered to him, "Don't be in a hurry, wait", and started stroking his cock.
While I gave him a blow job, he watched the tight young body of his daughter lost in deep innocent sleep. Within minutes, he came all over my face, my neck, my breasts and then I went with him to bathroom where I washed his cock and his balls and after washing myself came back to bed with him on one side and Irene on the other.
I woke up early, but remained in bed thinking about last night's events and about things destined to come. Brad was next to wake up. He kissed me on my lips, squeezed my boobs under the gown and saw his naked daughter sleeping with her face and breasts touching my arms.
He got up naked with a morning hard on, woke her up and without even kissing her or touching her, he asked her to come to bathroom. For a second or two, she lay there looking at his erect cock, then she got up and went with him to bathroom.
"If you're not coming, who's going to teach her?" he asked me when he saw that I wasn't coming.
"Don't tell her, show her," he cut me off when I began telling her what to do.
So, got down on my knees on his left side, Irene was on his right, wrapped my left hand fingers around his cock and placed my right hand on his bum. After showing her how to do it, I started to get up, but he put his hands on my shoulders and said: "Watch."
Irene got down on her knees, held his dick with her right hand, placed her left hand on his bums and waited for him to pee. When the last drops were left, I told Irene to clean them and she thought I meant cleaning them with her mouth, so she brought her mouth near his cock and before I could say anything Brad said: "Let her do it her way."
Irene rubbed his dick over her lips and the last drops fell over her cheeks and chin.
Satisfied with her performance, he patted her head and went out of bathroom.
"He's so big, how do you do it?" she asked me tugging at my gown when we were preparing breakfast.
"Taking it there is easy, but not in other places, especially when he insists on taking all of it," I admitted, putting my hands over her naked shoulders and giving her a tight hug.
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