บท 3081: INCEST MODE
"I'm sorry, Tim..."
She looks up blearily. Tries to concentrate upon the tall and handsome man who would be her mother's husband if he could, whilst the room spins about her.
"Don't worry about it." he smiles. Ruffles her long, pastel green hair. Either doesn't notice or sees no reason to react to the way in which she tenses at his touch. "I'm just happy you all had a nice time, Princess. You don't need to think of anything beyond that."
God, he's so hot.
"Thank you anyway..."
She blushes. Closes her eyes as he grasps her beneath her armpits. Feels her heart race as he lifts her from the floor as easily as if she were still a baby. He's tall and lean. Ever so slightly tanned and hotter than any middle-aged suit has any right to be. Looks so strong. So kind. Smells somehow safe and comforting but at the same time just a little bit wild and dangerous. She feels her body react to him in a way that disregards his relationship with her Mom. Feels her heart race. Her teats tingle and swell. Her loins tighten and her still damp but by now decidedly sticky sex moisten once more.
"Ah."
She opens her eyes at his quiet exclamation. Glances weakly to where her too-adorable baby sister lies already gently-snoring upon her back. To where her darling mother sleeps curled up upon her wheelchair, her blouse still open and her panties caught about one ankle. Would he fuck her if she asked him to? Might she at last get to feel inside her what she has so far seen only inside her mother and her mother's friends? She feels her face turn scarlet. Feels drops of her moisture upon her thighs. Turns her attention nervously back to where he still gazes at her.
"Tim..."
God, you're sostrong.
She feels her heart race. Remembers the time that she watched him casually lift and then lower a deliciously naked Cristal onto his upward thrusting cock; her legs arched and lifted upwards so that the other women could giggle in delight and watch in awe as his cock eased slowly into her blatantly drooling pussy. He'd fucked her before them then; moving her as effortlessly upon his cock as if he were wanking; and even when he had blasted his cum into her, closing his eyes and clutching her tight, he'd still shown no sign of weakness.
Couldn't you do the same to me?
She's taller and more-padded than her athletic friend, but she has no doubt that he's strong enough. Will he fuck her right now? Will he do her before his beloved but sleeping Leia and her equally beloved, equally sleeping Rachelle? She gazes downwards. Tries to focus upon his crotch. Prays that he will be hard. That she will see a bulge in his trousers.
"Please..."
She fails to penetrate the darkness. Whimpers a single word. Prays that he will climax inside her. That she will feel him pumping his seed into her womb in the same way that he has done so often into her darling mother. Will he let her kiss him? She searches his face for answers. Realizes that the smile within his brown eyes is one that she has never seen before. Realizes that something is wrong.
"Shh. Don't worry. It doesn't matter."
She hears water splashing against his legs and upon the soft, heated floor. Realizes too late just how excessive her juices had felt. Tries to stop but can't.
Oh God! Not in front of him!Not by mistake!
"I'm sorry, Tim! I'm sorry!"
She starts to cry. Finds no comfort in the fact that the stream gushes to the ground without the impediment of any panties. That it falls to ground without touching her skirt. What must he think of her, a woman of almost twenty years so drunk that she pisses herself? What if he reconsiders how accepting he has been of their small and close-knit family's perversions? What if he decides that he has no need for a family of lesbians who get off without him then pee over him afterwards?
But then again, so what if he does? She feels a moment of childish or perhaps alcohol-inspired indignation. Why should she care? He's just the latest in a string of boyfriends; just the last of the dozens stretching all the way back to the father who left them to seek his fortune. Who needs him? In fact, wouldn't it be better without him? Wouldn't it give her more opportunities to seduce -
But her defiance lasts only a moment. He's lasted longer than any of the men who preceded him, and even discounting her own feelings, he's made her mother happier than any other as well. What if she's the straw that breaks the camel's back? What if he'll take her behaviour as an excuse to flee even though he's somehow given her mother absolutely no reason to even consider dumping him?
"Oh God, I'm sorry,I'm sorry!"
"Please don't cry, Princess."
He pulls her close. Holds her beneath her firm bottom and about her back. Embraces her so tightly that she can barely breathe. She wraps her legs about his waist without meaning to do so and with no consideration for the fact that it presses her still gushing sex against his belt; and he in turn presses her face into the corner of his neck and holds her to him with no thought of his own clothes. She pees helplessly against his loins, drenching his trousers and the boxer-shorts beneath them; and even though his mind is centred upon comforting her, even though he has no conscious thought or emotion unworthy of a would-be father, his cock stiffens in the warmth of her piss.
"Don't worry about it, Princess. It doesn't matter, and I don't care."
"But I do!" she sobs regardless of his words. Tries to push away but is only strong enough to force him to half-an-arm's length. She's too weak to break free of his embrace. Similarly too weak to escape the terrifying thought that she might never again see the shy and mischievous smile that his presence has brought to her beloved mother's normally tired face.
"Oh God, please don't leave Mom, Tim! I'll do anything you want! I'll even suck you whenever -"
He silences her with a kiss.
It is an innocent kiss despite her offer. The kiss of a parent to a child despite the fact that she has known him for just a few scant months. It is nothing more than a touch of his lips to her brow, but it is enough to silence her despite that; and when he gazes down at her once more she looks up with only a slight tremble in her jaw to mark the fear that has been all-but-swept from her heart. She realizes then that she has stopped pissing, that the evidence of her accident will soon be erased for the tiny hygenabots have already started to swarm against her feet and her legs; but she feels small and stupid regardless. She feels relieved as well though; and she feels happy that it is he who witnessed her stupidity rather than one of the earlier boyfriends.
"I love Leia more than anything in the world, Michelle; and I have for a long time. There is nothing about her, or about you and your sister, that I do not know; and most importantly there is nothing that I will not accept so long as you three will live in happiness with me."
He pauses. Blushes before her for the first time ever. Blushes now when in the past he has shown neither embarrassment nor surprise at any of the numerous shameful and indecent events to which they had all expected him to react.
"Thereis something that I want from you, though, Princess..." he pauses once more then. Looks towards her sleeping mother as if ashamed. As if checking whether she might hear what he is about to request.
Oh God...
She feels her heart skip a beat.
A blow-job? A fuck? Anal?... Bondage?
She swallows. Licks her lips and waits for him to continue. Realizes how wet her thighs feel. At how wet his manhood must be.
Water-sports?
She feels a flush of heat to her face. She tries to ask herself if she will really do whatever he requests, but she cannot complete the question, for she knows deep down that she will do anything for him. That regardless of how indecent it might be, she won't question his desire. That she will let him use her body in any way that he fancies.
"Please tell me." she whispers the words, for she feels small and unworthy, but at the same time she feels content. She is a child in his arms. A woman whose company he desires. Whose body he might also desire, and which she will give to him should he ask.
"Thank you." he smiles. Pauses then meets her gaze. "I want... Ineed you to tell me if there's ever anything that you can think of that I could do or not do to make you, Rachelle or Leia happier, okay, Princess."
His eyes are so intense. So sincere.
"Y-Yes?" she blinks. Breathes once more. Nods her head in shock and confusion. Wonders if she shouldn't be happier that he didn't request anything erotic from her. "I will... I mean, I don't think I'll have to but, I will..."
"Then thank you." he smiles. Grins then settles down onto her feet. Reaches up to touch her cheeks. He gazes at her as if she is the most beautiful and wonderful thing in the world, with such appreciation that she feels heart skip a beat, but to her surprise it only makes his apparent lack of desire all the more painful. "But can I have one more thing?"
Now he'll ask...
She breathes deeply. Feels relief. He wants her. He wants to fuck her. To do her beside her mother. To persuade them to make love to each other as he uses their bodies. To watch her lick her darling, beloved mother to orgasm before lifting her legs and fucking her with a strap-on. To hold her close and ease his beautiful cock into her as she does so... She flushes. Realizes that a new wetness has appeared between her thighs. Nods her head and smiles.
"So long as you make Mom smile, then as many as you want..." she reaches a hand out. Grasps his arm to steady herself. Realizes that she shouldn't have nodded. She closes her eyes to shut out the sight of the gently swaying room. "You don't need to ask, Tim. Just tell me an' I'll do it."
"Then in the future, please call meDad." he replies quicker than she expected. Strokes her hair tenderly whilst she registers and processes his words before opening her eyes in surprise. "I know you're too old now, Princess. I can never be the dad that you and Rachelle should have had, but I'll try, and I'll do anything you want."
"Yeah... I'll do it." she nods again. Doesn't care about the consequences. Stares at Timothy's face then smiles at the thought that at least her baby sister won't have had as long to wait as her. That the man before her is undoubtedly as wonderful a man as any woman could hope to have as a father. That her mother has found the one to replace the only other man to put his ring upon her finger.
So what if he doesn't want her? So what if her desire is one-sided? Her mother will be more than happy; and even if he won't ask her for some kind of sexual favour, she can at least let him know some of her feelings towards him. She stands up onto her toes. Leans forward and tilts her head upwards.
"Iwant you to be my Dad,Dad."
She whispers the words before leaning forward to kiss his chin; but he looks down at her as she does so, trying to catch her words, and her lips touch his.
Oh God...
She shudders at the contact. Knows that she should pull back but cannot bring herself to do so. She feels her heart give a start of surprise. Feels every cell in her body react to his lips as if a spark of electricity coursed through them. Sees surprise upon his face for the first time ever, whilst time seems to stand still. Their lips pressed together. Their arms about each other. Her firm and plentiful breasts unencumbered by anything bar the thin blouse that hangs loosely over them. Her teats swelling. Free to thrust firmly against his chest.
Can you tell how I feel, Tim?
She meets Timothy's gaze without moving away. Feels him swallow then try to retreat. Holds him so tightly that he cannot break free, that he cannot break their kiss. Can he feel the lust that burns within her? Does he too feel at least some small spark of sexual desire? She opens her mouth slightly. Licks his lips ever-so-tentatively. Perhaps there is a chance for her after-all. Perhaps she can get him into her panties, and from there into her sister's...
"We... I'm sorry, Princess -"
She places her fingers upon his lips hastily. Traces the lines of his lips with her tongue then smiles and bows her head. Closes her eyes and waits for the world to come to a rest, then reaches her other hand up to stroke his cheek as he did to hers earlier. Wonders just how much of her attraction and desire she needs to explain.
"You... You said that you knew everything?..."
He flinches ever-so-slightly. Breathes in. Meets her bright yellow eyes then nods his head slowly. He could push her away, could tell her that what they are doing is wrong; but instead he stands where he is. Embraces her as he is embraced. His heart pounding as does hers against him.
"Yes."
"Everything?"
"Yes... Everything."
She swallows. Wonders if he is over-estimating himself, but at the same time she feels for some reason certain that he isn't. Who is he, then?! How can he know everything yet stay with the three of them?!
"The... The web-cams in the toilet?"
"There aren't any. Nor on the balcony, nor in the gazebo." he smiles, reaches up to touch her hair once more, turns his gaze towards her eyes. Pauses as if anxious that he might say too much, that he might shock her by admitting just how well he knows the women with whom he hopes to live. "But there are seven in the sitting room. Five in Leia's bedroom. Four in yours and Rachelle's. Three, or maybe, maybe four, in the bathroom, and then there's two in every other room."
She swoons. Takes a deep breath. Nods her head.
"There's three. In the bathroom, I mean... And we... I mean,I use them to -"
He places his fingers upon her lips.
"I know that all three of you use them, Princess. I don't mind. I don't see in any harm in it." he smiles, looks down then meets her gaze once more. "Leia uses them to record what goes on during the lesbian sex-parties, to watch you and Rachelle, and also to give you something fun to watch at night. You and Rachelle use them to spy on Leia, myself and the parties, and often each other as well."
"Then Rachelle and I? What do we when we're watching -"
Oh fuck!
She flushes as her intellect catches up with her still-drunken mouth. Feels her heart skip a beat and her eyes go wide. Wonders what inspired her to ask that question. Wonders if she couldn't have thought of any other way to declare her feelings.
"I'm sorry! You don't have to -"
"Mostly you masturbate together under the quilt; but sometimes you masturbate each other, or use a strap-on instead." he places a finger upon her lips and answers regardless of her embarrassment though; and he smiles with no sign of a blush upon his face, with no sign of distaste or disgust. "I... I haven't watched you, but you know how thin the walls are, and it's not hard to work out what's going on..."
She stands in silence whilst her heart pounds within her chest. He knowseven that. She stares at him in shock then glances towards her wonderful baby sister once more. Towards her surely uncomfortable but peacefully sleeping darling mother.
"I'm sorry if I said too much, Princess -"
"Then how... How Rachelle and I feel... About Mom? Did you hear that much?... Are you disgusted?..."
"I didn't hear, but I could see it in the way that you look at each other. As for disgust... I know some people would say that it's wrong, but I don't, don't feel any. I'm just happy that you love her so strongly, and I...I want you to get together... I want all three of you to be happy, and if that means that you get time alone to make love, or that you just join in the parties and fuck each other senseless, then I'll do whatever I can to make sure that that happens. I don't see why things have to stop at masturbating together."
"Oh..." she utters just a single word, but the happiness and the relief that fill it could have occupied volumes; and then she looks down at his shirt, and to her surprise she realizes that she is crying, for she can see her tears falling to land upon the clean white cotton. "Oh God... And Mom?..."
"You already know that she loves you as much as any mother could love her daughters, don't you. I swear on my life that she desires you as much as any woman could desire another as well."
Oh God...Oh, Rachelle...
"Then why?... Why hasn't she?..."
She sounds plaintive. Sounds like a little girl even to herself. Looks up at Timothy helplessly, then blinks as the room spins once more. It's too much for her to deal with. Too wonderful, but also too much regardless.
"Then why haven't you?" he replies gently. Takes her hands then kneels down before her. "Come on, sit down, Princess..."
She accepts his assistance without speaking. Struggles to ponder what she has heard as he guides her to the floor upon which countless men and women have made love in the past. He makes certain that she won't fall before releasing her hands, and then he gives a start of surprise. Blushes whilst she is too dazed to notice and reaches forward hastily to brush her skirt downwards.
"But she'sMom..."
"Who's never afraid, and always in control?" he smiles once more, but more than half of that smile is due to his relief that he no longer has to fight to ignore the all-too-stimulating view of her both unclothed and wetly glistening sex. She nods her head in response, and though he carries on quietly, there is a hint of amusement within his voice.
"I know that Leia doesn't have your typical job and that neither you nor Rachelle have had a typical teenager's life, but would you really be surprised to learn that very few women go to lesbian sex clubs to masturbate with their mothers, Princess? From what she's told me, just taking you to the less explicit section was all that she could manage, and you did most of the work yourself after that. Now what if she tried to take things further, but you didn't want her? What if you loved her as a mother but not as a woman?"
He reaches forward then. Places his fingers upon her lips once more and carries on whilst she holds her tongue in an obedient daze.
"Do you think she could be so brave with your love and respect at stake, when you've given her so little to show that you want her in return? I swear on my life that she wants nothing more than to make love with both you and Rachelle, but she's not going to make a move unless you let her know that you really, really want to fuck her pussy all the way out of her arse."
"Tim!" she squeals at his choice of words. Giggles as he chuckles with her, then smiles and looks down. Wonders what role he hopes to play whilst Leia, Rachelle and herself are gobbling and banging each other all over the place. A mere bystander, as he has been at the Club? A slave hoping only to watch and to pleasure himself as he does so, or perhaps a sultan to their harem, waiting to use them as he sees fit?God, I hope so...
She feels herself flush. Wonders at what stage she could offer herself to him. At what stage she could watch him accept her darling sister. What if she could watch her sister's beautiful little pussy part and spread about his gently thrusting shaft? The clitoris a round and glorious pearl of pink, waiting for her tongue...
"Well, maybe not that, but at least let her know that you love her romantically, okay Princess?"
He grins and strokes her cheek as he speaks; but at the same time he finds her gaze disconcerting, and he averts his eyes. Gazes at her mother and tells himself that he should ignore the exotic desirability of the young woman before him; unaware Michelle hears his words as only a mumble beneath the daze of lust that has come over her. What if her beautiful mother were behind her as went down on her sister, lapping at both her pussy and the cock that slides into it?.. What if her darling Mom had a strap-on ready to push into her depths?.. All four of them connected by flesh or silicone, striving to cum behind or into the next... Or perhaps a chain? Each licking and sucking between another's thighs... All cumming into or against another's mouth...
"I promise you... I promise you won't..."
Timothy's voice trails off. He swallows. Wonders whether it would have been better for him to keep his eyes averted and remain in ignorance of her actions. If only she were any other woman bar her sister. He closes his eyes at the sound of her fingers sliding wetly over the sodden folds that she has lifted her skirt to so casually and suddenly reveal; but he sees her sex and the hungry desire within her eyes regardless.
"Princess? Please don't -"
"And you?"
She interrupts him without meaning to. Is oblivious to everything bar her hunger for him and the two women who sleep behind her. To the pleasure that radiates from her already achingly hard clitoris, and the annoyance of her skirt. She tears it off without thinking about what she will wear later. Arches and spreads her legs then moves her other hand to the ever-so-slightly gaping pussy that lies beneath the first. Strokes the sodden and overflowing entrance to her womb in time with the far more precise strokes with which she caresses her clitoris.
"Me?"
He glances at her in confusion and surprise. Turns away in shock once more. Closes his eyes and thinks that after all the women he has had sex or made love with, the sight of her masturbating should be easy to ignore. Knows that it is precisely because it is her that he can do nothing to stop his cock from stiffening and swelling within his boxer-shorts, that he can do nothing to fight the dizzying desire that courses through him.
"You, Tim-... You, Dad. Do you know how we... Feel about you, Dad?"
Dad... God that's hot...
She rolls the word upon her tongue. Shivers at its taste as he catches his breath at the sound of it and the way in which she says it; and then she opens her eyes and gazes at him. He sits in far too much clothing just a tiny distance before her; but she sees him naked, and her heart pounds within her chest at the sight of his stiff and jutting manhood thrusting up and into her mother and sister. At the sight of his arms about them. His hips jerking and his cock swelling. His sperm splattering their insides. Or maybe his cock slipping out of them, and his sperm squirting in arcs towards her?.. Towards her naked breasts... Towards her splayed and waiting pussy. She rubs herself faster. Strums her clitoris as she fucks her hot and wet pussy with the fingers of her other hand.
"Do you know that when we fuck... Each other with strap-ons... We sometimes pretend that it's you?.. That we talk about... How much... About how much we'd love..."
He stares in fascination and wonder. Knows that he should turn away but cannot bring himself to do so. Knows that she would accept his cock and his desire into herself, but will not allow himself to do so without his lover's blessing. Her blessing? He smiles wryly and closes his eyes. He has it already. Has her permission... No, has her encouragement to fuck her daughters whenever they desire, even if it should be in front of her. And if it wasn't? He swallows. She would no doubt watch and record him fucking both of her daughters if she could. Would frig herself before him whilst watching it again should he be too exhausted to pleasure her upon his return. No. He needs more than just her blessing or her encouragement. He clenches his fists. Tells himself that he will not enjoy the beautiful young woman before him until his so-perfect Leia has done so as well. That even though he cannot deny his desire for her daughters, he will not fuck them before the woman who deserves everything that he can give.
She is so beautiful that he can do nothing but sit there, though. She is as exotic and wild as her younger sister is at least outwardly sweet and adorable. As her outwardly calm and staid mother is mischievous and naughty. She stares at him as she frigs herself more rapidly, and even though her gaze is dazed and unfocused, his heart pounds at the lust and desire with which her eyes travel across him.
"To have... You cum... Inside..."
She whimpers and shudders between each gasped word. Flings the remnants of her skirt aside as if annoyed that it hides her buttocks from him, and then after a moment's hesitation lifts her legs skyward. What is she doing?! Twice she tries unsuccessfully to bring them to her shoulders; and then she grasps her ankles as if frustrated. Pulls her feet towards her face with an ease that leaves him in no doubt as to how supple she is, then tucks them beneath her head.
"Holy fuck..."
A whisper. He swears without meaning to. Has no composure left to stop himself. Cannot help but glance at her small but obscenely displayed anus. At the thick and plump labia that run splayed and gently parted towards the long and gently jutting nub of her clitoris. At the dark green hair that lies in a mound of curls atop her ample mons.
"Please cum inside me, Dad..."
She grins. Licks her lips then giggles. Allows him to look. She spreads her labia further apart. Bares her salmon-pink core and the small, dark opening at its centre. Starts stroking her clitoris once more. Circles it whilst her ample breasts heave beneath and against her knees. Flicks her fingers up and down against it whilst her body shudders and jerks.
"Please f-fuck me... Dad..." her voice is a whimper. Her back arches whilst her hands tense upon her sex, and then she gasps in pleasure, turns her wide, golden eyes towards him. Gives a start of surprise when she finds that he gazes at her face rather than between her thighs. "Please... Please cum in me!..." her voice is plaintive. Pleading. So desperate that he feels at once guilty and unworthy. "Please Dad!..." she clutches one hand to her mouth to stifle her cry. "Please, make me happy!.."
He has sat with perfect composure within the strictly lesbian-only Club as women fucked each other senseless on a stage before him. Has even smiled despite the aching within his loins, and sat with perfect decency as his lover, her daughters and countless women besides frigged themselves to one orgasm after another; and done nothing more than that when the combined lust drove them to break the no-sex rule. Michelle's words are more than he can bear, though; and he moves forward so quickly that he is knelt above her on his hands and knees before she can refocus her eyes upon him. His hips against hers. The bulge of his cock as rigid as it has ever been. Straining against the confines of his shorts and trousers to penetrate exquisite orchid that pushes against it.
"I love you, Princess..."
He holds her face so that he can gaze into her eyes. Whispers his love whilst tears fill her eyes and a beam of delight forms upon her face. Thrusts his cock against her. Grinds his length against her sex not despite the fact that his clothing eliminates the chance of any penetration, but because of it. He tries to tell himself that he's not doing her but one of the many women who used to pay him to fuck them. That he just has to keep his cock hard till she cums. That he has no interest in how she feels against him. He tries to tell himself those things so that his beloved Leia can use her daughter before him; but as much as he can twist his thoughts, he cannot deny his love and his desire.
"Oh, I want you, Dad!"
He fucks her in spirit if not in reality. Feels her labia part about his length. Her juices once more drench his trousers. Her body shiver and twist against his. He imagines her in ecstasy upon his cock despite his desperate attempts to ignore the reality of what he is doing. Imagines her in ecstasy before her watching and delighted mother and sister. Her blouse removed. Her so-temptingly bouncing breasts free before his hands and lips. His name amongst those that she cries when she cums. He knows that he has to remain calm and in-control; but he wants so-desperately to see her climax that he cannot help speeding up. Pushing her towards her orgasm even though the friction of her body and his clothing against his cock is so wonderful that he can almost see it thrusting into her gorgeous, overflowing pussy.
"Oh fuck, cum for me, Princess! Cum for me!"
His words are as frantic as his thrusts are driven. A whisper of desire and longing, hissed so that it won't disturb the two who sleep behind him.
"Oh Dad, I will! Oh Dad, oh Dad!"
She cries out. Races towards her orgasm even as he heads towards his. Buries her face in his shirt to muffle her cries. Again and again he thrusts his straining manhood against her overflowing pussy. Again and again he pushes her fingers deeper into her hot, wet sex and rubs the smooth, wet cloth of his trousers against her glistening clitoris. She removes her hands quickly, preferring to have as little between them as possible; and then she embraces him as tightly as she can, as if trying to force his cock through his clothing whilst he too clutches her to him.
"Oh, Dad, I'm gonna cum!"
"Oh fuck, please do!..." he gasps his desire into her hair. Cannot deny her anymore despite his determination. Cannot restrain his desire to bring her to orgasm even if it means that his own draws ever closer. He speeds up his thrusts as she stiffens and shudders beneath him. Wishes more than anything that he could pull out his erect cock and slide it into her increasingly drenched pussy; that he could kiss her glistening mouth and feel her beautiful, shuddering breasts. "I want to do you all day long, Princess! Oh fuck, I wanna do all three of you over and over -"
"Dad!"
She goes rigid beneath him. Digs her nails into his back as her own arches. Crushes her sodden, gushing pussy against his hard-on again and again as he pounds his rigid length mercilessly. She sobs and gasps in ecstasy and temporary exhaustion against his chest once her orgasm has finished, then gives a start as he too goes rigid, as his thrusting falters then hastens; pounds against her with a strength that causes her to once more scream her pleasure into his chest.
"Oh God, cum for me Dad!... Cum for me!"
"Oh! Oh! Oh Princess!... Oh, Leia! Oh my darling baby Doll!"
He shudders and jerks against her. Grits his teeth and closes his eyes. Whimpers against her as his cock throbs and pulses within his boxer-shorts; as it spurts jet after jet of its thick white jelly into his boxer-shorts. He sags above her once he has finished; trembling as the last of his orgasm subsides and every movement brings a new unbearable pleasure to his manhood. He feels as if he's never came as hard before; as if he has ejaculated a years' worth of sperm or as if in one go he's pumped out enough for the three women that he loves more than anything. He clutches her as fiercely as she clutches him as they relax in the afterglow of their pleasure; and when they open their eyes their desire to kiss the person that they see before them is beaten only by their confusion of embarrassment, shame and pleasure.
"Oh God, Dad..."
"Princess..." he smiles down at her. Moves his hands to grasp her cheeks. "God, I didn't mean to do that! I meant to wait, but you're too beautiful and I'm too weak..."
She giggles. Blushes. Wipes her eyes then reaches one hand up to touch the cheek just below one of his, licks away the tear then grins. "Then we'll do it again, but without clothes?"
"As soon as I can." he chuckles then leans down to kiss her upon her forehead despite her wishes. "But only once all three of you are an item, and only if all three of you are okay with it."
"You promise, Dad?"
"I promise! I'll do anything you want so long as you call me that, okay?" he grins. Wonders if it will ever feel old, if the thrill of being her father will ever wear off. Feels certain that it will never do so, that nothing could ever beat the satisfaction of having Leia as his wife and her daughters as his. Stands up then stretches before looking down at her once more. "Christ... I didn't stand a chance, did I..."
"You like it?" she grins up at him. Places her hands on either side of her sex so that they frame her reddened but still wetly glistening labia as well as the pink within.
"Christ, yes!"
"I thought you would!" she giggles once more then. Curls one finger inside herself before dragging it up and over her still jutting clitoris before licking her juices from it. Rubs the heel of her palm from her vagina to her thick, green bush of hair then licks that hungrily whilst he groans then chuckles above her, his cock visibly swelling behind his trousers. She uncurls herself easily then, stretching her arms and arching her back; then bites her lip once more before grinning devilishly. "Now why don't you go and clean up, and wonder how Mom'll react when she finds me naked tomorrow?"
"Yes ma'am!" he laughs quietly, kneels down to one side of her then gazes into her eyes. Reaches one hand down to trace the ample bulge of her panty mound. To slide a finger downward until she felt his touch upon the first swelling of her still wet and sticky clitoral-hood. He swirls his finger about the top, never dropping below but skirting dangerously against that absolute threshold of decency whilst her breath catches in her throat and she gazes up at him wide-eyed; then smiles as he sucks his finger. "Goodnight, my beautiful Princess."
"G-goodnight Dad."
She catches her breath as he leaves. Watches his retreating body then swallows before grinning in delight. Curls up tight against herself and prays that when her beautiful darling mother wakes up, she does to find her eldest daughter's pussy displayed obscenely towards her...
Part 02...
She awakes slowly. Drifts lazily from a dream in which her mother's boyfriend fucked her to a reality in which he had almost done just that. Would she have to wait long for him to do so again? Would she have to wait long before the conditions of him doing so were met? The thought brought with it the memory of what he had told regarding her mother's feelings; but even though she didn't have the cold light of day to aid her thoughts, she did have far less alcohol within her system.
What if she had read him wrong despite all of the experience that she had gained whilst spotting the flaws within her mother's men? What if he was willing to gamble with her darling mother's love for her; or if her love and desire for him had clouded her to the fact that he was only interested in creating that most taboo of harems? Could it be that the patience, tolerance and understanding that had helped to make him seem so exceptional had all been so that he could lead them into each other's arms and more importantly into each other's panties?
No. Her anxieties and her thoughts bring only a smile to her face. She is sure that he is hiding something, but she is also sure that what she has seen so far is genuine. That he cares for her sister and herself as if they are his own. That he loves her mother in a way and to a degree unmatched by any of her previous suitors.
Enough to want to gamble on the chance that she will accept an indecent proposal from her daughters rather than risk hurting them? That she might have sex with them regardless of her distaste and repulsion?
God, you're persistent!
She shakes her head. Grins at the thought that she has already seen that he has access to more pussy than any one man has any right to dream of. That even if her mother, her sister and herself aren't sharing his body, she knows of at least two sisters and one mother/daughter pair who are. Are they doing each other as well? Does he get off watching them ravage each other before burying his cock deep inside them? It goes unspoken even within the tight-knit and undoubtedly perverse community of her mother's centre, but she has no doubt that they are and that he does. What if that isn't all that he wants, though?...
I trust you, Mister Timothy Jason.
She stops herself. Pushes her doubts away. Listens to the quiet breathing and gentle snoring of the three wonderful people who share the room with her. Are they having nice dreams? Are they imagining a life of passion and desire with each other? She smiles. Hopes that they are. That they imagine making love to her. Using her. She feels her nipples tighten at the thought. Rolls quietly onto her back. Reaches down to the untamed and untrimmed jungle of hair that guards the descent towards her sex. Strokes and squeezes the firm, plump panty-mound beneath. Should she shave it? Should she go bald like Rachelle? She grins. Knows that Rachelle would never allow it. That she would protest the loss of her post-coital cushion.
God, I really had too much champagne...
She spreads her legs quietly. Arches her knees. Relaxes and smiles faintly as she pees across the floor. She tries her best to keep the pressure low, to keep it as quiet as she can. Wishes that she could once more do it across Timothy's cock. That he could shove his gorgeous prick deep into her afterwards. That Rachelle could kneel over her face. Spray her mouth and breasts...
God, I definitely had too much champagne!
She grins. Bites her lip to suppress a giggle. Thinks that her mother and sister are meant to be the kinky ones. She feels the flow reduce to a trickle. Shivers and sighs quietly as the hygenabots swirl across her bare sex. It feels ever-so-slightly ticklish but at the same time erotic. They leave no fold or crevice un-cleaned. Spend a glorious age between labia and clitoris, but finish all-too-quickly.
Should she bring herself off? Save herself for later? She blushes. Knows that Rachelle will want to be dominated later. That she'll want to be fucked into oblivion. That she'll be all-too-happy to use her wonderfully skilful tongue in return. She decides that she'll save herself. Turns onto her left side. Pauses then turns onto her right.
Only then notices the soft, flickering glow from the wall-screens that faces her.
She opens her eyes. Finds that not just one but two walls have been activated. Glances about herself and sees no sign of movement from any of the three who should be sleeping in the darkness with her. A mistake on Timothy's part? Had he forgotten to specify no shows and no viewers?
She doubts it. The Centre was popular at every time of day for there were always men and women eager to experience moments of love or lust away from their homes; but it was also large enough that there were almost always rooms spare. Because of that her mother had declared that the staff were free to use its rooms for impromptu crashes, sleepovers or orgies whenever they desired - so long as they stuck to no shows - and in order to avoid an accidental billing the most senior member of staff would always check the bookings religiously.Then perhaps something left running when the original viewer fell asleep? She grins. Likes the idea of one of the three masturbating then falling asleep in post-orgasmic contentment. Dismisses the thought that the viewer might have fallen asleep before climaxing as too boring.
Then who? Mom, Baby Doll or Tim?... Not Tim...
She dismisses her mother's far-too-hot lover in an instant. Knows that as a man he's too limited in the number of orgasms that he can have in one day. That as a middle-aged man he's limited to six or seven per day at most; but that even if he weren't, he would still save them to share in his achievement with her mother or one of her friends. Her mother, her sister or both together then? She grins once more. Imagines the two of them rubbing themselves off. Gazing at each other's bodies as they do so. She licks her lips before throwing a glance towards her beautiful baby sister. Knows that spotting her sister's influence will be easy. She moves into a more comfortable position then gazes up at the first wall.
Blatantly lesbian orgy? Check. She grins at the sight. Admires women who lick and grope each other in a tangle of damply-shining limbs, partially-censored faces and pussies so sharp that she can see almost every hair. Watches as strap-ons pound into sodden quims or ease into straining buttocks, but more often than not simply jut freely. The women glow with pleasure. Grin and giggle as they bring each other off. Cry out in delight as they squirt or piss over each other. Grip each other's hands and gaze into each other's eyes as they climax. They're friends if not lovers. Mom, Rachelle or both? Mom. It's not naughty enough for her sister. Looks exactly like one of her mother's famous parties. She grins. Thinks that she might return to it later.
And the second? To her surprise, there are both men and women present. Timothy after-all? Perhaps Mom? Rachelle has interest in only one man. She peers at it thoughtfully, finds that it's not a standard orgy, that it's more organized than normal. That rather than a collection of random groups doing random things, they've organized themselves into a circle. The women are on the inside. Heads inward and legs both arched and spread outward. Bodies flushed with desire. Messy and dishevelled but without the damp sheen of exertion. Hands upon their heaving, hard-tipped breasts or grasping the hand of a neighbour. Each woman shuddering in pleasure. Jerking and crying out in silent ecstasy.
Each man fucking a woman? She smiles, thinks that at least they've avoided that cliché. Certainly the men face inwards, and they're both flushed and damp with exertion; but there it departs from the norm. Without exception they're knelt on both their hands and their knees rather than just the latter; and whilst their cocks show every sign of having been put to thorough use, they're just as uniformly either limp or at most semi-erect. Fortunately for the women they're clearly more-than-eager to either gobble the woman before them, or alternatively pleasure them with toys and fingers. An after-orgy wind-down? It seems similar, but it also feels different. Fresher. More playful. As if they're still getting used to each other.
She watches in interest as the camera moves gently from one couple to another; stroking herself absentmindedly as she does so; and then she blushes. Realizes that whilst she can see lines and blobs of sperm across the men's bodies and within their hair, there is none upon the women. Two orgies combined into one? One lesbian and one gay.
Mom!
Did her normally so-strongly gynephilic mother get herself off watching men spray their sperm across each other; or did she watch the lesbian orgy only to be surprised by the arrival of the men? She stifles a giggle at the thought, glancing towards where her darling mother lies besides her latest lover; and only then does she notice the gentle arching of one knee and the subtle but furtive movement of the hand that has pushed into her skirt.
Part 03...
Oh God, Mom...
She stares. Can do nothing else. Her breath caught in her throat. Her mind dizzy in awe and wonder. How many thousands of times has she watched her beloved mother masturbate? How many hundreds of times have they masturbated together; either side-by-side on the sofa at home, or sat at first side-by-side and then, once Rachelle was old enough to join them, on either side of her within the Club? That it is both common and normal for her to watch has no relevance, though; for her mother's pleasure holds her in thrall regardless; and she stares at her in complete oblivion to the orgies that play out in silence both before and to her side.
Rachelle!..
She glances at her darling baby sister hurriedly. Can she alert Rachelle to the fact that their mother is getting herself off? No. She's clearly sleeping. Has her thumb between her lips and one hand trapped between her slender thighs. She feels a moment of disappointment. A moment of regret that she had forgotten to lie closer to her in the contentment of her father-induced orgasm. Feels a moment of happiness that she will be able to tell her about it the next time they masturbate together.
Should she just get up and pad over to her beautiful, darling mother? She has no doubt that the older woman would gladly carry on no matter their proximity, but she holds back regardless. Why have the web-cams if not for the thrill of catching each other unawares? Why announce her presence when she might instead get to see a side of her mother that might otherwise remain hidden? When she might perhaps get to hear the older but still young woman whisper her name... She watches breathless and heart-racing as her mother's fingers increase their pace; and ever so slowly, ever so stealthily, she edges forward.
A stifled whimper of pleasure. A hint of the neatly trimmed bush that lies beneath her skirt and the hand beneath that. The soft, sibilant sound of fingers stroking wet flesh interspaced by the harsher sound of those same fingers sliding deep into the pussy beneath before returning upwards once more. A signal that she is close enough. That she will witness everything. Michelle touches her own bush as if on autopilot, but the sight of her quietly panting mother robs her of the ability to go further.
"Timothy!..."
A whispered gasp. She watches her mother's spare hand rest atop of her boyfriend's lap. Watches it stroke at the clearly limp but still blatantly obvious cock that lies beneath his trousers. Grips her panty-mound and stares in awe as her mother shifts awkwardly closer, her fingers never once stopping their movement beneath her skirt.
"T-Timothy! Wake... Wake up!"
Another gasp. Weaker. Her voice trembling. Her body tensing. Her middle-sized breasts lavish upon her small frame. Lifting upwards so that the long, stiff teats lift and tent her unbuttoned blouse; at once pushing it away from her breasts but also preventing it from falling open.
"I'm going to... I'm going to cum, Timothy!.."
Oh God, cum for me, Mom!
"I'm... I'm cumming!"
Mom!
She stares. Beams in delight. Bites her lower lip as her beautiful mother shudders in ecstasy. Thinks that she has never seen anything so wonderful as her mother clutches her hands over her mouth. That she has never heard anything so wonderful as her mother's hips jerk and lift upward, clear girl-cum squirting in an arc out of her skirt to splash across the thickly padded floor.
"Oh God... Oh God..." her mother sags weakly then, shivering in pleasure and whimpering into her hands as she does so. Lifts her head upward and gazes at the handsome man who lies peacefully besides her. "Fucking sleeping tablets!... I wanted to show you, Timothy..."
An obscene but plaintive whimper. Michelle stifles a giggle of shock hurriedly, then grins mischievously. Was it bad timing on his part, or a defence mechanism against her insatiable mother? That it was the former is obvious, but she imagines the teasing that she will give her mother up until the moment that she hears her mother give a whisper of mischievous and sensual delight.
"At least this is hard..."
Her world stops.
Oh fucking God!...
She swallows. Stares as her diminutive mother strokes the already impressive bulge that has grown beneath her lover's trousers and that arches towards his belly. She tells herself that she can't be so lucky. That her mother would never risk them waking. That even if it's okay over a web-cam, she would never do him in the same room as them. She tells herself those things, but her mother carries on stroking her lover's cock regardless of her thoughts, and in response his cock stiffens and swells beneath her hand.
Oh wow...
She grins. Realizes that her darling mother is clearly still too drunk to realize the full extent of what she's doing. That she might even have full sex with Timothy, unaware that her daughters watch in delight.
Rachelle!
She glances hurriedly at her younger sister once more. Could she wake her? Even though it looks like her mother is completely absorbed in her lust, she lies both too far away and too close to Leia's field of view. Resigned, Michelle turns back to watch the woman whose sexuality society would have her ignore. So what if her love and her desire are forbidden? So what if people would call her a pervert? She stares in awe as her mother's hand increases in speed, as the smile upon her cherry-red lips increases; and she feels her hands twitch against her bush in time with the other's increasingly erratic stroking.
"I love you, Timothy..."
Another whisper. Happy and gentle but playful at the same time. Accompanied by a kiss to his shoulder. Any romance behind it is lost on Michelle, though, for she is consumed by the question of whether or not he can cum in his sleep. She bites her lip. Wonders first whether it might be possible, then what her wonderfully horny mother would do if it was. Would she leave his cum as a surprise for him when he wakes up? Perhaps reach into his shorts and lick it from her fingers, or, even better, get his cock out and suck it clean? She flushes. Can't help imagining her mother savouring her lover's sperm... Rubbing it over her tongue and lips then working it into her pussy before inviting her eldest daughter to lick it out...
Oh my God... Go for it, Mom!.. Make him cum!
She urges her mother onward. Stares as if entranced. Grins as Leia eases her spare hand into her skirt once more. Could they do it together? Michelle smiles at the thought. Licks her lips as her idol starts to frig herself once more, then copies her stealthily.
As one, two fingers stroke two hard and slippery clits. As one, mother and daughter thrust their fingers into the hot and wet cunts that clutch greedily at them below, though Michelle has the advantage of being able to use two hands, whilst her mother uses her other upon the handsome man lain before her. Might she realize what is going on just two metres behind her? Might she notice her daughter's light but increasingly ragged breathing? If truth be told, Michelle almost hopes that she would, for she has no doubt that they would masturbate together then; but her desire to see her mother accept and worship Timothy's cock keeps her in place.
And slowly, with difficulty, Leia works her way down her lover's tall and lean body. She moves weakly, fighting to get her limbs to move as she wants them to, struggling for every millimetre; but finally she lies against his legs, her head level with the long, fat bulge at his crotch, and once there she gazes in pride at the straining fabric unaware of the young woman who gazes in awe and pride at her.
"Come on, darling... Cum for me..."
And then her mother sucks at the rounded tip of the bulge that fascinates her so. Could she fellate him through his clothing? Might she somehow manage to make him shoot his seed into his boxer shorts once more? Michelle watches her mother dizzily, biting her lip and shivering in pleasure as she does so; but her attention is torn between her mother's efforts at Timothy's crotch and those between her thighs, for in her struggle to move downward, her mother forced her skirt up past her hips.
Could she kiss those beautiful, velvety smooth buttocks? Could she lick that tiny, pale brown anus, or perhaps worship with her tongue the plentiful labia that fan out on either side of her mother's thrusting and stroking fingers? For what seems like an age Michelle is captivated by her mother's exposed derriere whilst her mother is captivated by the cock that thrusts towards her; and as her fingers copy those that play before her, she rushes towards her orgasm hoping only to see Leia reach hers before her.
Mom... Oh, Mom...
Can she hold back? She's close, so close, but her fingers won't slow down. She closes her eyes. Trembles in pleasure. Wishes that she could cry out her love. That she could tell her kind and gentle mother every one of the disgustingly dirty fantasies that she has about her, then re-enact in real life whichever Leia liked the best.
I love you, Mom! I want you!
Oh Mom, I'm gonna cum!
She opens her eyes. Stares at the middle-aged woman lain on her side before her. Realizes that the hand that she watched so intently has moved from its position between gently bronzed thighs. Has she climaxed already? Is she wanking him with both hands? She looks upward eagerly, but she finds her mother lain motionless with her head upon her lover's hip.
"Damn fucking trousers!"
A barely-audible curse, so filled with frustration and resignation that Michelle feels no amusement at her mother's so-rare use of bad language. What's wrong? She pauses her fingers immediately, the previously so-imminent orgasm washed away by a pang of guilt that she had failed to observe the difficulties that her mother had run into. A pang of disgust and regret that she could have been so stupid as to have failed to predict it.
Trousers. Buttoned. For many men finding a clit and stroking it in just the right way was difficult, but for all the mastery that her mother had acquired in that art, the dexterity required to unbutton a pair of trousers was far beyond her.
"Timothy!... Please wake up, Timothy!"
Despair and resignation. Michelle felt awful. Lay helpless to aid the woman that she loved. Able only to pray that either Timothy would awaken, or that her mother would resign herself to sleep and wake up with him both ready and eager to let her pleasure him once they were alone.
"Michelle?..."
And then a whisper that she had never thought to hear.
"Mom?"
She replies instantly, for her instinct reacts faster than her thoughts; then clutches one hand to her mouth and curses her stupidity. Should she have replied? Should she have admitted that she had seen her mom not only so helpless and desperate, but also in an act undeniably private and personal without the barrier of a web-cam?
She sees her mother roll over to face her. Sees her eyes weak and moist. Her lips trembling slightly. Sees in her face the helpless resignation that she had heard in her earlier whisper with just a hint of hope behind her eyes.
"Would you... Please would you help me?... With Timothy's trousers?"
She feels herself nodding her head. Realizes just in time that she is naked, that there is no way that her mother won't be able to see her arousal. To guess what she was doing and more importantly who she was watching. Decides that it's unimportant if she can help her mother to obtain some measure of the happiness that she showed earlier.
"I will... But.. But, I'll get dressed first?"
"Or I'll get undressed?" her mother blushes. Smiles. Brushes her hand upward to lift the uppermost side of her opened blouse so that her gorgeous, gently rounded breasts are exposed. The teats as swollen and engorged as they were during the sex-show the night before. Full. Begging to be sucked and pulled upon.
"Then undressed." Michelle giggles quietly in reply. Crawls on her hands and knees to join her mother as the older woman works her way out of her blouse. Did she see a hint of interest in her hanging and swinging breasts upon her mother's face? She kneels facing her. Chest forward a fraction. Legs parted. Does she find her daughter's tits as gorgeous as her daughter finds hers? Does her heart race at the sight of her daughter's dripping pussy in the same way that Michelle's races at the sight of hers beneath the skirt turned belt? "What do y-you want me to do?"
She flushes. Curses her nerves. Prays that her mother might one day see how much she desires her. That she might one day take charge. Might take her. Wishes that her baby sister was there with her to give her courage and immoral support.
"T-This."
A finger-tip atop the bulge that has shrunk somewhat but that still looks overwhelming.
Oh fucking God...
Michelle feels her heart skip a beat. Glances at the handsome face that looks so peaceful. Looks down at the finger that hesitates then trails decisively down towards his thighs.
"I want you to get this out."
How drunk is she? How far will she go?!
She swallows. Doesn't have the strength to look at her mother. Prays that she will feel a hand between her thighs as she obeys. Perhaps a tongue as well. A strap-on afterwards...
Maybe she'll back out?... Oh God, I hope not...
"Okay."
She leans forward. Can't help gazing at the bulge before lifting her hands upward. Her first one. Her first one, and it's his. She feels her pussy dribble its juices onto her thighs. Takes three attempts to unbutton the trousers, then somehow manages to direct her shaking hands to pull the zip down in one easy go. Fuck, it sounds loud. She feels exhausted. Stares at the bulging boxer-shorts. Her dad's cock. He's not her dad, but she's certain that it must feel the same. That nothing could feel more thrilling, nothing more taboo than baring Timothy's manhood for the mother who has never shown any sign of anything bar adoration towards her.
Boxers.
She urges herself onward. Grips the thin cotton hem then lifts them away from his taut belly. Eases them down. Black hair. Soft. Loosely curled. Pale purple lips atop a dark-red helmet. A surprisingly pale pink foreskin bunched up about the base of the helmet. So that's what made her cum. He's not fully erect. His cock looks like it's never been used despite the fact that she's seen it pushing into a dizzying array of women. It's pinker than she thought. Smoother. Like a boys, perhaps. But far, far too large. She swallows. Decides that she'll spend her next wage on upgrading the web-cams. Ultra high definition, maybe. She pulls the boxers down as far as the trousers will let her.
The balls feel soft. Warm. Alive and gently moving beneath her fingers. The shaft twitches. Stiffens and starts to swell whilst she stares in awe. Starts to jut skyward as she wonders how much sperm he holds within the balls whose skin contracts against her fingers.
"Mom..."
She looks at her mother. Sees a touch of colour on the bronzed cheeks that must be a thousand times paler than those on her own. Has no wits left to feel disappointment that her mother hasn't taken advantage of her bare and raised posterior.
"T-thank you, darling."
Her mother smiles. Looks so calm. So in control. So completely the opposite of how Michelle feels. She pushes herself forward. Goes to grasp her lover's jutting member then pauses.
"Please could -"
"I'm sorry!"
Michelle moves quickly. Kneels on the other side of Timothy. Watches her darling, beloved mother work her way upward until she can rest her head upon her lover's washboard belly; his erection jutting skyward before her, the helmet now fully exposed."Thank you, darling." her mother smiles up at her, but for some reason her eyes are moist. "And not just for this," she pauses, strokes the shaft gently whilst Michelle giggles and blushes in shock, "but for everything. For looking after me, and helping me with Rachelle, and for just being the most wonderful... The most wonderful daughter a woman could hope for."
Oh God.
"Mom..."
It's all that she can manage. She blinks. Wipes her eyes. Looks pained. How many times has she failed her mother? How many times has she wished that she could be brighter, or less bitchy around that time, or...
"I don't -"
"You're too hard on yourself, darling." her mother smiles gently, then looks down. Shakes her head and blinks. "So just shut up and w-wait for m-me to finish, okay; cause I want something drop-dead gorgeous to look at whilst I suck the cum outta this monster."
They giggle together. Blush and smile; and then Leia takes the swollen red knob between her lips and into her mouth. She does so without letting her eyes leave her beautiful daughter's face, however; and the joy that she feels at having her lover's flesh within her is complemented by that which she feels when the younger woman stifles a squeal of delight.
"Mom!.. Oh wow..."
For the first time ever, Michelle watches her mother with a man not through the lens of a web-cam, but with her own eyes. She giggles and grins, watching in fascination and with bated breath as her mother lowers her head with deliberate and unhurried grace; and the she feels her time stop when her mother's dark brown eyes gaze back at her alight with mischief. Her cherry-red lips buried within the black curls of her lover's bush, her mother grins as best she can about the thick and throbbing cock that thrusts not just into her mouth but into her throat as well; then lifts her head as slowly as she had lowered it, exposing the now wet and shining flesh millimetre by millimetre.
It is, Michelle realizes, a sex-show for her alone. She kneels before her mother entranced and oblivious to all else but Leia and the handsome man beneath her; and she shivers in delight whilst Leia gradually increases the pace of her movements. Can she really make him climax? Is it possible for a man to cum in his sleep, even one that is drug-induced? She licks her lips, as eager to find out what her mother will do with Timothy's seed as she is to find out if he can give it to her. Her nipples swollen and engorged, thrusting before her as they rise and fall with each ragged breath. Her long clitoris equally hard; jutting from between the protective labia for all it is worth whilst her pussy juice falls in strings to the floor between her calves.
"Mom..."
She licks her lips again. Her voice a breathless whisper. Her hips moving ever-so-slightly; thrusting in time with the bobbing of her mother's head as if Timothy's cock were her own. As if her beautiful mother were fellating her and not him. As if it were her length that her mother swept her tongue up and down before engulfing within her mouth once more. Her swollen helmet that her mother swirled her tongue about, and her tiny purple lips that she kissed and sucked mischievously every now and again.
"He's close, darling..."
She looks up at her mother's whisper. Wonders how she can tell when he seems so still beneath her.
"I can taste it, darling. I can taste his sperm..."
"Oh wow..."
She meets the other's dark brown eyes. Nods her head in silence. She looks not at Timothy's twitching cock but the tanned and generous breasts that lay upon his belly just beyond it, though. Would her mother let her grasp and weigh those beautiful tits within her hands? Could she suck upon those dark-brown and now-plump teats; or even better spread her graceful thighs and feast upon the pussy that she can see just beyond her skirt? She swoons, her eyes glazed, her tongue sweeping sensually against her upper lip as she imagines her mother's labia before her; and then Leia's quiet and giggled warning brings her back to reality.
"Look, darling!"
Oh God, did she see that?
She does as ordered; her eyes focusing upon Leia's face as a flush of embarrassment finds itself unable to compete with the flush of desire already present upon her cheeks; and then her eyes go wide as a string of pearlescent white is launched upwards.
"Oh God! That's awesome!"
"I know!.. It is, isn't it..."
Again and again Timothy's cock jerks within Leia's small hand whilst he lies uncannily silent and all-but-motionless beneath her. Again and again his swollen knob pulses above her hand before spitting another stream of sperm into the air; and even though it is a sight that the two women have seen more times than they can remember, they giggle like schoolgirls regardless. Three, four; five... The streams arc high above the two before falling to splatter lost in the darkness; and then three more steadily weakening pulses drive what is left to bubble thickly and greasily out of him.
And with only the briefest and quietest of apologies, Leia bows her head and engulfs his length once more.
"Oh fuck Mom!.."
A stifled giggle from Michelle as her beloved mother works her tongue about her lover's still-rigid cock before sucking upon it as if it is a straw.
"Oh God, that's so fucking hot!"
And then another as the brunette lifts her head; opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue to display the greasy white blobs that lie upon it.
"I know." Leia giggles in reply, flushed not just in desire and exertion, but also in delight at the pleasure that she has given her daughter. Grins then swallows before sticking out her tongue once more. "There's plenty more where that came from, though, darling; a-and I'll do my best to get it if you want me to..."
"Oh God, please!"
"Then could you get these down for me?"
"Of course."
Michelle giggles. Bows her head in mock servility. She feels so close to her mother. Feels so wonderful to be able to share in such indecent merriment. Could it be that now is the time? Dare she ask? She hesitates. She feels that she can trust Timothy's intentions, but what if he was wrong? What if what she enjoys now is nothing more than a still-drunken woman enjoying her lover's body? What if her mother would be repulsed to find that her daughters deepest and most intense desire was not to find a cock or even a cunt of her own to play with, but to play with the one that lies glistening and beautiful between her thighs?
Oh God... Why did I have to been born such a coward...
She swallows. Decides that she'll just enjoy what they already have, but can't help pausing with her hands upon Timothy's trousers.
"I... I'd do anything for you, Mom."
"Oh?.." to her surprise her mother grins at her words. What? Did it sound wrong? Perverted maybe? Despite the rush of anxiety she feels more confusion than anything else; but at the same time she cannot help but feel a small frisson of forbidden delight when her mother offers her a giggled challenge. "Anything? Do you promise, darling? Do you promise that you'd do anything?"
"Anything?" she hesitates once more. Imagines all of the sordid and obscene things that her mother might have in mind for her. Imagines that perhaps despite her impressions, her mother might be as naughty and perverse as her baby sister after-all.
Oh God, yes!
"Abs-absolutely." she manages to turn her eager squeak into something more normal sounding, but she looks down anyway. Traces the hem of Timothy's trousers as if it has suddenly become something important, then smiles and looks up. "I promise, Mom. I love you, so... So whatever you want is fine."
"Oh?"
Another mysterious grin. Michelle feels her heart skip a beat. Looks down once more as she imagines being tied up. Imagines being turned into her mother's slave. No. Into her sex-slave... Into her slut. A mouth, cunt, arse and pair of tits for her mother to use whenever she fancies... She swoons, her hands trembling against the trousers upon which they have clamped; and then she bites her lower lip and shivers as a tiny but exquisite orgasm ripples through her.
"Then first, how about the trousers before this thing goes soft?"
"Okay, Mom." she nods her head. Risks a glance towards the gorgeous woman for whom she would do anything, then down at the still-magnificent cock that her mother holds casually. Will she be ordered to suck it? She smiles. Prays that she will as she works his trousers downward. Prays that it will pound into her cunt. That it will slam her face into her mother's proffered and juicy cunt... She takes her time not through choice but through necessity, for her fingers seem to have turned into thumbs; but eventually she manages to slide them free of his legs, and then she shivers once more as she looks up at his manhood from her new position at his feet. God, he's hot. She glances upwards and to the left. Sees that her mother has turned to face her. That she has one leg cocked gently so that her delicate labia jut freely below her chestnut bush. The fat and round clitoris a pearl at their tip.
"Enjoying the view?" she blinks, looks upward, has no time to panic before Leia continues. "This." her mother grins, leans forward and down to flick her tongue across her lover's still all-but-fully erect cock. Takes the entire length into her mouth then runs her tongue along its base as she lifts her head from it; the testicles moving gently within her free hand. "It's gorgeous, isn't it?"
"It is." she blushes. Nods her head and giggles with her mother.
"Then come on, let's get round two started."
"Okay!" she scoots forward. Returns to her position knelt opposite her prone mother. Leans forward to gaze in delight at where her beloved mother looks up at her from where her head rests upon Timothy's taut and gently-tanned belly. "I'm ready -"
"Uh-uh. Nope."
She blinks at her mother's interruption; and then to her surprise her mother gives a mischievous grin once more before pushing one finger straight between her breasts where they are at their widest.
"I... I promise I'll suck this thing whenever you want me to, darling... Any... Any time you want to watch, just say the word and so long as Timothy's up for it, I'll make him cum for you right then and there... But I won't do it for free..." she trails her finger downward, tracing Michelle's belly until she can no longer reach it; then drops her hand. Leans as far as she can over her still-sleeping lover so that she can let her fingers touch each of Michelle's gently parted knees. Swallows and gazes up at her.
"If... If I'm gonna make him cum for you, then you... Then you could show me how much you like it, couldn't you?"
"Together?" Michelle replies without thinking; then blushes, realizing her mistake as her mother's eyes go wide in incredulous shock.
"Christ, you're demanding!" Leia giggles, staring up at her beautiful daughter, then grins and nods her head. "Okay, together."
Part 04...
"Oh..."
A moan of pleasure. Her own? Her mother's? She tears her eyes from where her darling mother strokes her clitoris with her left hand. Looks in a daze to where her head lies upon its side on Timothy's belly; his cock wet and glistening, flecked with foam and saliva and trickles of pre-cum; a gently curved spear of flesh that stands proudly upward between her lips, her teeth a line of white on either side. Nope. Not her mother's.
"I'm close, Mom..." she whimpers again. Licks her lips at the sight of her mother's small right hand clenched about Timothy's shaft between her lips and his swollen helmet, jerking up and down erratically. Christ, he's beautiful. She shudders in pleasure. Follows his now-slightly-reddened shaft to the wetly glistening helmet then bites her lip and tenses as a bead of clear pre-cum bubbles out of the tip.
"Show me, darling..."
The words are little more than a mumble but she's heard them often enough to recognise them regardless. She looks down. Meets her mother's fluttering eyes once more. Scoots her bottom forward a little closer to the man sleeping below and between them. They've masturbated together before thousands of times, but never like this. It's more intimate. More personal. Nastier. More like incest. She shudders at the thought. Prays that it will turn from something like incest into something that is incest. She spreads her legs further apart. Pushes her feet a fraction under Timothy's left calf and left shoulder. Shows her mother her sodden, salmon pink pussy. Strokes her long, jutting clitoris feverishly.
Oh God. Her mother stares as if entranced. Watches her shudders of pleasures and the overflowing juices that accompany them. The thrusting of her fingers, curled upward and towards her g-spot, then the gaping of the entrance to her womb when she withdraws them. She lifts her hand. Licks the fingers that she thrust so obscenely into herself just a few moments ago, then sucks on all four whilst her mother's eyes go wide.
Does her mother want to taste her? Her tongue appears on the other side of Timothy's cock. Brushes her upper lip. She lifts her hand from between her thighs as if helpless to stop herself from copying her whimpering and shuddering daughter. Smears her juices across her lover's twitching, bulbous helmet as Michelle stares entranced. Removes her hand from his shaft before lifting her head to take him into her throat once more; her eyes never leaving her daughter. Flickering between dazed and flushed face, flushed and dribbling pussy.
She looks down at Timothy's manhood at the last possible moment; smiling happily and cheekily before going to open her mouth; and then she gives a little squeal as his cock erupts across her face.
"Mom!" her daughter greets his ejaculation with a startled gasp, but her exclamation turns almost immediately into a giggle as her mother backs away hastily, closing her eyes defensively against the ribbons of thick, white jelly that leap up to splash across her face. "Oh God, that's so hot, Mom!"
She gives a breathless whimper. Stares in awe at the woman that she adores, the man that she desires and the evidence of the lust between them. Her mother's hair. Her right eye-lid. Her nose. Her lips and no doubt her tongue. Timothy's seed lies in lines of white across her darling mother's gently tanned skin; but even though she cannot help but wonder what his sperm would taste like, her only wish is that she could kiss the skin upon which it lies.
What if she asked to taste his seed, or offered to clean it from her mother's face? Would her mother accept her kisses then? Would she mind if her daughter stroked and kissed and licked her clean?.. And what if in doing so she spilt a drop or two onto those wonderfully full tits? Would it be okay to clean those as well, or even to spread her mother's graceful thighs and lick those gorgeous petals just in case?..
"Oh God, you're so hot..."
Another whimper. Her mother's eyes widen momentarily before a gentle smile touches her cum-splattered lips, but Michelle has gone too far to recognise her mother's expression. Instead she strokes herself feverishly, parting her flushed labia and strumming the pearl at their apex as her pussy dribbles before her mother; but even that she does so without meaning to, and with no recognition of the orgasm that grows within her.
"Oh, darling..."
Her cheeks flushed and her ample breasts heaving, Leia returns her lust-dazed daughter's stare. Was that last comment directed towards her or to him? She strokes her sodden pussy in a daze as her lover's sperm dribbles slowly down her face, his once-rigid cock soft and wet within her grasp; and as she does so she wonders how shocked her eldest daughter would be were she to go down on her then and there.
Would she get to taste Michelle's copious juices before she realized what her mother was doing? Might she perhaps bring the younger woman to orgasm, and in doing so finally get to taste the juices that have sprayed across so many other more-fortunate women? She feels herself swoon where she lies half on the floor and half upon her lover; and she bites her lip in an effort to suppress a whimper of pleasure, tasting his juices upon her lips but imagining her darling's. How would her daughter react to her sudden advance? She flushes a bit more, gazing greedily at her darling's blatantly exposed pussy and licking a blob of semen from her lips as the younger woman shivers in pleasure; and she cannot stop herself from hoping that the other's response would involve a strap-on.
"I... I love you... Mom..."
Her daughter is close. Her face, gorgeous breasts and wonderful body flushed. Her eyes weak but clear once more. Free of whichever fantasies had driven her to display herself so obscenely. Aware of the no-less obscene display that her mother is putting on. Of the flush that colours the shorter woman's body. Of the white foam and clear juices that bubble up through her fervently stroking fingers only to drip and dribble down onto her thigh. She shudders, imagining a time when she might drink those juices; and then she realizes what her own fingers are doing. Recognises the feeling that threatens to overwhelm her at any moment.
"M-mom!" she gasps; closes her eyes in bliss. Shudders as a frown of ecstasy appears upon her face and her fingers falter between her thighs. "Please M-mom!.. Watch me!..."
Should she lie where she is? Her mother stares entranced. Tears her gaze from her daughter's sex to her face. To the moist, golden eyes behind her fluttering eye-lids. To the tightly compressed lips that tremble as she strives to reach her peak. She's so close to her own orgasm that they could probably climax together; so aroused by the sight of the pale-green-haired beauty before her that she could just lie where she is and wait for the other's orgasm to spark her own
"Please wait!"
She struggles towards the younger woman regardless. Pushes herself across her lover so that his cock drags wetly across her hot, damp breast. Takes as much of her weight as she can on one elbow. Is she close enough? She has no strength to go further. Is overwhelmed by everything about the wonderful young woman who frigs herself less than an arm's length from her. By the sight of her body and her pleasure; by the sound of her rapidly stroking fingers and the gasps of ecstasy that she muffles with one hand; by the gorgeous, mouth-wateringly delicious smell of her body and overflowing sex.
"I love you, darling..."
She wants to go down on her daughter. Wants to suck and lick her fingers. To suck on her petals and taste her beautiful pink pussy. To look up at her beautiful and somehow-otherworldly face as she slid her tongue into her hot, wet cunt. To fuck and be fucked by her; to pleasure and be pleasured by her again and again, until no person living could deny that they were anything other than perverted and incestuous sluts. She lifts her spare hand to her face regardless of her desires, though. Wipes the thick, jelly-like sperm from her still-soft and still-smooth skin, then reaches upward and forward.
Past her daughter's trembling and voluptuous breasts. She stares upwards as her darling's eyes go wide. Does she want it? Does she want to eat her would-be-father's sperm? She watches Michelle's hand drop from its position before her mouth. Grins as the unpainted lips part then open wide. Pushes her fingers between them. Against the wet tongue within. There. She rubs her lover's cum against her daughter's eagerly lapping tongue. Beams in delight as the eldest of her two darlings arches her back in all-but-silent ecstasy; as her brown-tipped breasts thrust skyward and her suddenly-lifting pussy sprays her juices before her.
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