“I want to know everything, every little dirty secret he has and every dirty little deed that he’s done!”
“Calm down honey, let me get my computer and you can tell me what has gotten you so riled up about Adam.”
“Your computer, IT’S all on HIS computer, what can you do now that he’s home, the sneaky little shit!”
“Slowly, what happened?”
“This morning, when all of you left, I was cleaning the house, before I left myself. In Adams room, for god knows how long, I’ve been collecting his cumrags and soiled tissues, when his computer woke out of ‘sleep’, and I saw this great big naked pussy on his screen.”
“You’ve been collecting his cumrags?”
“Not for the pleasure of it, but cleaning his room, he wasn’t doing it, was I going to leave it to you? Stay on track, naked pictures!”
“So, he has pictures of naked women on his computer, he’s old enough.”
“I know that he’s old enough to look at naked pictures of women, men if he wants, but he has been spying on ME! He had naked pictures of my pussy on his computer.”
“Did you see your face?”
“I saw my panties, my dress, my birthmark, that I have on that crease between my legs!”
“Ok, I’m in, let’s see what we can find.”
“What? You’re in, like in his computer?”
“Yes, I can remotely administrate all of our computers, we can see all that he is hiding.”
“Wow, let’s get all NSA on his ass, I want to know every little detail.”
“His computer has a lot of storage, do remember were those pictures that you saw where?”
“They were on the screen, there were tons of them, some mine and some of some other pussies. I don’t know where they were.”
“I’ll search the recent files and we can go from there.”
In a couple of minutes rows of pictures filled our screen, and soon I found the pictures of my pussy, again. Mark and I both agreed that that was indeed my crotch that our son had a picture of in his library of smut.
We identified the first picture, then Mark followed its trail and found its parent folder and we spent the evening checking out our son’s stash.
Adam is a very quiet boy, that is what surprised me the most about finding those pictures. But under that quiet façade Mark and I found a real pervert. He had up skirt pictures of me, his mother, going back ages, but not only did he have compromising pictures of me from inside and out of the house, he had naked pictures of me in the bathroom, on the toilet, in the shower, shaving my pussy and from the bedroom while I was dressing.
Mark and I were amazed at the sheer number of material that he had on me. We concluded that our son was obsessed with his mother, before we found the parent and other subfolders that he had meticulously arranged.
He wasn’t obsessed just with me, but with creep shots of women around him. Next to the folder “MOM” was a folder “SIS”, and then names of our women friends and relatives that he came in contact with.
Mark and I spent the night looking through our sons archive of naked women, many were of our friends and family, and for some of the women, that he couldn’t get enough of good stealthy pictures, he had compiled a wealth of naked women from the internet, that if you squinted your eyes, could be mistaken for them.
The most interesting thing for Mark and me that night was that we had discovered our son’s obsession about the women’s naked body, and that he had no shame to pursue his obsession.
Looking at the folder labeled “SIS” my husband was treated to his first look at our daughter’s naked pussy. Our son has documented and collected an even greater number of naked pictures of his sister than he had of me.
Not all of his assortment was collected firsthand, there were obvious “selfies” of our daughter taking pictures of her own ass and pussy, in various states of dress and as she played with herself.
As with some of the pictures of me, Adam had probably swiped our phones, from time to time, and stolen pictures that I was taking for Mark, or Annie for some boyfriend of hers.
It didn’t take long for me to get over being angry with my son, now that Mark “hacked” his computer and I could see all that he had, I had calmed down.
Memories of my childhood kept returning to me as we looked at the forbidden pictures.
Mark was quiet on the bed next to me, cradling the computer in his lap as he browsed the contents for me.
While we looked at the pictures her brother had of Anne, I noticed Mark taking his time admiring his daughter’s charms.
Being her mom, Annie and I frequently saw each other naked, so pictures of her naked pussy weren’t as impressive to me as they were to her father.
I watched Mark as he studied the pictures Annie had taken of herself as she played with her “kitty”. I saw as the keyboard lurch a couple of times while we were flicking through her album.
“What can I say honey, we have two pervert kids.” Mark said with a smile on his face.
I had gotten out of bed and was taking my clothes off while he ogled our daughter in the pictures our son had inadvertently prepared for him.
In the privacy of our bedroom both of us are usualy naked, tonight I had been so upset, that I had climbed on top of our bed with all of my clothes on. Now, as I stripped, Mark watched me from the bed.
“All I can say, after seeing all of this, is that our son has good taste in women.” His words followed me as I went to the bathroom.
I sat on the toilet and let out a pent-up stream of pee splash into the bowl reverberating into the bedroom.
“He has pictures of me as I shaved my pussy!?” I yelled to Mark, “the gall of that boy, wasn’t he afraid that I would see him, catch him in the act?”
“He probably was, but that is part of the thrill, isn’t it honey?” Mark replied, hinting at all of the risqué things that we were up to.
“I wonder if I should be flattered for getting so much of his attention, or am I just his victim of opportunity?”
“There’s no escaping the fact of opportunity, for both of you and Annie, but he has so many pictures of the both of you, that he could have stopped taking them a long time ago, if he wasn’t into the two of you so much.” Mark yelled to me in the bathroom.
“Yeah, I thought so too, so what should I do? Call him out on it?”
“There’s no rush, baby, the important thing is that you know, and now that you know, you can deal with it in your own way, in your own time.”
“You want me to flirt with him, don’t you?” I asked Mark thinking about our boy.
“I’m just saying, in your own way, in your time, on your terms.”
On further thought, he was handsome, I thought and replied: “So, you wouldn’t mind if I was to flirt with our son?”
“As long as those are your terms, and I can flirt with our daughter.” He finished his sentence quickly.
“You’d, fuck your own daughter, I should have known!” I yelled from the toilet seat, hiding the direction that my own thoughts were going in.
Sound from our room is muffled, and pissed off as I had been then, I didn’t even care if the brat heard me.
“You don’t know if Annie would even consider your moves as flirtation, you would just turn out silly.” I said aloud, stifling another flashback from my past.
“There’s nothing silly about her father, her mother can attest to that!” Mark kidded, alluding to his package.
“Flirting with our children is different to flashing some random people on the street…” I trailed off lost in thought.
“It wasn’t just flashing, admit it.”
“Yes, it wasn’t just flashing, but it was still random people, people we never saw or heard of again.” I tried to reason with my husband, hoping to be just the right amount of convincing, but not enough.
“It’s our game, and we play it the way we like it, Annie and Adam are old enough to play with us now, if they find it entertaining, so what if they are our children?” Mark was winning the argument, and I was glad, I just wanted a few more replies, before I ‘caved in.’
“Do you really want our children to know the kind of perverts their parents are?” I replied with a wicked smile as I crawled over the bed between my husband’s legs.
“If you are embarrassed of yourself and what we do, then don’t do it, otherwise there is no shame in it.” Said Mark with a smile creeping up his face.
“Be honest, would you want your son to know what a cumslut his mother is?” I said smiling as I licked my way to the tip of his cock. “What a slut you’ve made me into?”
“You are my cumslut, and I love you, I love everything that you do, and I want you to be happy. If that means that I have to put up with you being our son’s cumslut too, that be it.” Mark told me as he held my head in both hands just over the bulb of his straining dick.
Licking the dew from the helmet I teased; “Would you let your daughter grow up to be a cumslut like her mother is? Would you like to know that she craves cum and is ready to empty some random stranger’s cock to get it? Would you let her suck you dry when her need comes? Would you watch as she fed on the cum of our son and be ok with it?”
Breathing hard, Mark watched me with glazed over eyes as I worshiped his beautiful member.
“I wonder what Adam’s cock is like.” I said as I sucked.
“I found some of his ‘selfies’ while you were taking a piss.” He said through gritted teeth.
“Reach over and pull them up, I want you to show them to me while I do you.” I said lightly biting on his foreskin as a scolding for not showing them to me earlier.
“You were so angry, that I didn’t think that you would want to see them.” He teased back.
Placing the screen in my field of vision on the bed next to him, he played the pictures of our son presenting his cock to the camera.
The pictures were thought out, not hasty, the cock was in focus and in full detail. Having his father’s cock in my mouth I could compare them very well.
Adam shaved his pubes and posed his cock from every angle, it was obvious that he was his father’s son. Their cocks were almost identical.
I loved Mark’s bulbous head, like a tennis ball, maybe not, but almost, then that ridge around the helmet, prominent and hard, flaring out and then cutting back abruptly making my mouth and pussy “plop” every time he’d push it in or pull it out.
From beneath the helmet he expands out to about halfway down the shaft when it evens off the rest of the way down, and that’s a long way!
Rarely have I had a cock almost as good as Marks, hard, fat and as long as Mark’s.
From pictures, you couldn’t really tell the size of his cock, but after a couple we found that Adam had added a prop next to it, so that it could be compared to something everyone knew the size of. He was aware that he had an impressive tool.
With the base of his deodorant can resting on his balls he made a set of pictures.
I was already salivating uncontrollably over my man, but seeing the can dwarfed by the size of my baby’s manhood I chocked.
I remembered when my husband and I would go shopping, how we’d compare phallic objects on the shelves, this one we called “the happy widow.”
Mark turned the screen so he could see better, and changed the slideshow to Adam’s stash of naughty pictures of our daughter.
A picture of our beautiful daughter’s pussy filled the screen. A picture of her round hair brush sticking out of her ass while she teased her clit with her delicate fingers. If it wasn’t for the other pictures of her along with this one, you could think that it was some other “slut” playing with herself, not our little baby. But it was Annie, our daughter, probably already walking in her mother’s footsteps.
It was late, and Mark used the pictures of our daughter to push himself over the top.
I felt the twitch, I prepared myself, taking the first few jets of cum straight down my throat and then collecting the other half in my mouth.
Mark cums a lot, I love his taste, and I hate to spill any of it. I know just when to pull off and have enough left to fill my mouth to the brim, I then savor my man’s seed until it dissolves into the nectar that I crave, before I swallow.
Tonight, another flashback, induced by the smell and taste of my ‘curse’, to my teenage years, when my girlfriends liked to tease each other with the question: ‘spit or swallow?’ and my own puzzlement, ‘swallow,’ ‘what’s the dilemma?’
Our room had taken on the sweet smell of sweat and cum, like Adam’s this morning. I inhaled deeply and snuggled against my man for the night.
Next day I spent at home alone, analyzing the pictures that Adam had collected. I disassembled every frame that he had taken, discovering the time and place of many of the pictures, the atmosphere that I could detect about the shots, and most of all, the techniques that he used to get all of those pictures.
Most were stealthy shots of our family and friends, in carefree situations, that no one suspected that someone would take advantage of them in, and our son did.
There were even videos of women in our guest bathroom as they used the toilet.
In the mass of material, he had acquired you could see the advances to his technique of creeping, there were more and more, “money shots”, ever more exposed pussies, and ever more daring shots.
I was intrigued at seeing some of my friends “with their pants down”, but I will come back to that later.
He had professed at taking closeup up skirt pictures of every short skirt that he came across, and not just short skirts with their goods up for the offer.
As I analyzed the pictures he had taken of Annie and me, I found out that with time he has gotten so brazen that he uses every little opportunity that his presence gives him to perv out on us.
Closed doors don’t present an obstacle for him, nor is there a shred of privacy that is holy to him.
I found many clips of me and Annie using the toilet, meticulously categorized with names, places and times.
For months now he has been downloading our media content from our phones and keeping an eye on all of our activities.
Creepy!
This was my boy.
I made myself coffee and tried to process everything that I had found out about my son.
As far as I could tell, he was exploring sexuality, looking at the women around him and trying to find a place or role for each of us from his vicinity.
Along with pictures of our friends and family, there were pictures of women in porn that resembled us. The women were in specific poses and roles that he had imagined for them, us.
My “bitchy” girlfriend was depicted as a dominatrix in red leather getting her ass busted in every picture, while me and Annie were these cute, almost underaged, girls being fucked in every hole, smiling, surrounded by hard cocks, holding on to them with both hands and pasted with cum.
The graphic images, that my son has collected, had shown me that he is not as innocent as I had thought of him to be, while I collected his cum stained tissues strewn about his room.
Last night Mark told me to take it slowly, deal with it in my own way, on my own terms.
I returned to the pictures that Adam took of his cock, slowly looked through them, ordering them chronologically and watching his cock grow in time. Just like his father, I thought, and a pervert just like his father.
Mark had made me into this cumslut that I am today, I wasn’t innocent when he met me, I had developed the taste for cum by then, but the slut that I am today was all Marks doing. I had my kinks when I was young, but since I met Mark, the world of sex has been ever expanding for us.
He was right, our children are old enough to play with us, if they want to.
And so, I had made my decision, I was going to flirt with my son and with husband’s permission, so could he with our daughter, if she takes him up on it.
It was still early, Adam and Annie wouldn’t be home for another couple of hours, Mark even later, I went to my room, got naked and pondered about how Adam would cherish these moments of my nakedness.
I wanted to perform for him, but he wasn’t home, I walked around my bedroom thinking about his cock from the pictures, I played with myself to pass the time. I wanted to let Adam watch me as I shaved my pussy, as I washed my tits, as I played with myself for him. But he was still a long time away.
I decided to ready myself without an audience, take care of those stubs in those hard to get to places, and then, when my beautiful boy comes home do almost the same thing, just for his benefit.
Time was near, Annie was home and soon Adam will be too.
Standing naked in the middle of my room, Annie caught me picking out a dress to wear.
“Mom, you’re home.” She said surprised to see me.
“I just got home, and am going to change. Do you think that this dress is too revealing to wear around the house?” I asked her opinion, getting her involved in my scheme.
Annie walked in and held up the dress against my naked body, the hem almost decently long, and the silky material almost properly sheer.
“I don’t know, would you let me wear this in the house, around dad and Adam?” She said almost sarcastically.
“If you want, sure, I have this other one that I was choosing from.” Ignoring her sarcasm, I turned the conversation serious.
“It’s such a nice day, and I thought that it would be such a shame to waste it in sweats.” I said letting her hold the first as I picked up the second.
“Let me see this one better.” She took the dress from my hand held it up against my body like the other one.
“This is definitely too short for you, you take this one and, if you let me, I’ll wear this one.”
Skipping over the translucence of both of the dresses, I agreed and Annie turned to the door.
“You really don’t think they are to short mom?”
“Nonsense, honey, and even if they are, it’s only us at home, and we’re family.”
As Annie walked out, I heard Adam walk into the house, still naked in the middle of the room I turned my back to the door and spied through the mirror at the hall.
Sure enough, Adam had crept up without a sound and was peering at me from the edge of the door.
Now that I knew that he was there, I evaded even glancing at the hall, and went about as if I was picking out dresses.
You don’t get as old as I and not have a grasp of the tricks of being sexy for your audience. It was always a question of ‘should I’ and never ‘how’ for me.
Being as subtle as I could, I showed every inch of my body to my son’s hungry eyes.
I settled on the dress that Annie had left me, and pulled it on over my naked body. I adjusted my boobs in the tight silky top and made a show as to leaving my room, giving Adam time to hide or whatever.
As I turned into the hall, Adam appeared at the other end as if he had just gotten there.
We passed each other in the corridor, and I reached out to him and gave him a peck on the cheek.
I felt his eyes on me as I descended the stairs.
I was in the kitchen teasing Adam, when Annie came to dinner. With just one look at me and she walked up and whispered in my ear: “You’re not wearing any underwear! Not even panties!”
“I told you honey, it’s such a nice day…” I whispered back.
“But, you’re showing everything!” she replied.
“Calm down honey, it’s just us at home, you, me, your dad and Adam.”
My calm reply had her thinking, she glanced at her brother and at the empty chair that her father sits in and went into the hall, in a second she was back with a wad of her panties in her hand and a smile on her face.
My wanna-be-slut, I gave her a peck on the cheek as she rubbed past me.
Adam had his hands full that evening, two almost naked women prancing around him, none paying attention to him and his spying phone, as he snapped away.
Since the coffee I had at noon, I had decided that I was going to tease my son. Since I had made that decision I had been getting more and more aroused by what was happening around me.
My sex throbbed from the stimulation that my mind was producing, from the thoughts running through my head.
After I had dressed for dinner I had noticed, that without panties, my pussy was drooling down the inside of my thighs, I wondered if Adam would catch that with his camera.
Adam was dressed in a T-shirt and some baggy shorts, Annie and I in short light summer dresses, both pantyless.
When Mark entered the house, Annie wet to greet him. In the dark of the living room, he probably couldn’t guess what his daughter had in store for him, but as they entered the kitchen, with his arm around her waist, and one look at me, then back to her, everything was clear to him at once.
He leant in giving me a kiss on the lips and whispered in my ear; “Am I now coming home to two cocksusking cumsluts?”
“One cockteasing, cocksucking cumslut as usual, about two, I don’t know, you should work on it.” I whispered back.
Discreetly, Mark grabbed my pussy spreading my drool all over my bare ass and up and down my crack, almost making me cum.
At the dinner table, under the table cloth, I kept my knees spread, for Adam’s benefit. When I saw him fidget with his phone in his lap I pulled up my skirt and played with my pussy blatantly.
The four of us were alone in the house, Mark knew what I was doing, Adam was spying at me through his phone, so I only had to be careful that Annie wouldn’t catch me.
We ate, chatting, me with one hand under the table playing with myself, and Annie blushing every time her father looked at her. Self-conscious about her breasts being on display above, and her legs tightly crossed below, the edge of the table.
I watched Adam squirm as he found himself not being able to watch both Annie and me at the same time. ‘What sweet torture’ I thought to myself.
Still early in the evening, but aroused to the point of boiling, I whispered to Mark that I wanted to go to bed.
We said good night to the kids and went to our room.
Closing the door to our space, I jumped on Mark asking him to take me fast and hard.
He did. He took me in his arms and kissed my face relentlessly. Attacking my mouth with his and ripping my ass with his strong hands.
In his arms, I felt safe and as he held me I tore at his clothes getting him naked. He pulled my dress off and threw it on the pile with his, both of us stood naked in the middle of the room, me trembling from my arousal and he towering over me with his massive cock prodding my belly.
Mark walked over to the wall, dimmed the lights, slightly, and opened the door a crack.
Understanding, on unsteady legs, I moved to the spot on the carpet we had marked so long ago and knelt.
Mark came up in front of me holding his penis just under my nose, speaking clearly to me and rubbing his precum over my upper lip.
My place on the carpet was chosen so that I would be on full display for anyone looking through the crack in the door, and also that I could see when our audience would arrive.
I watched the crack intently, knowing that I would have to wait until Adam took his designated place before his father would give me my relief.
My pussy was in pain, my ass was twitching uncontrollably, awaiting that moment when I fall over the edge of my long-delayed orgasm.
Finally, a shadow in the corridor, I raise my hand to touch the monster in front of me, Mark grabs my hair.
“Slut.”
“Yes?”
“Open your mouth.”
I do, and he slowly pushes his cock between my lips, it’s big, it almost painfully stretches them.
From my position in the room I see a wide eye staring at us, at me from the dark hall.
“Slut”
I look up at my husband with a mouthful of cock and grunt a question through my nose.
“Suck, slut. I need your hot mouth and your hot throat.”
I raise my arms and grab Mark by his ass, holding on to him, as I impale my face on that sweet hunk of meat.
Every time we have sex, Mark takes the first thrusts slow, we adjust our positions and then he pounds me.
I slipped him in, he pulled out, I stretched my jaw and he pushed back, my throat was prepared, he drove in, my spit was drooling down my chin, over my tits and between my legs, I was a rag doll for his pleasure, I lost myself in his lust for my body and then I everything went dark for me.
That night I slept like a baby, a wicked baby. I dreamt about cocks and cum all night. I woke up in the morning wet and horny. Mark had already left for work and I could hear the ‘children’ downstairs in the kitchen.
Putting on a short and ‘decent’ robe, I went down to check on them before they left the house.
Adam, as always, almost ignored me, but now that I was on to his game, I kept watch over him out of the corner of my eye.
Not knowing that he was busted, it was easy for me to catch him ogling me. I even gave him some easy scores, when I knew that Annie wouldn’t notice.
As they left the house, I locked the door and dripping wet ran upstairs to my room. Out of my “toybox” I pulled out the double dildoed “chastity” belt that I have, and with trembling hands I stuffed both my ass and pussy as fast as I could. Fastening the toy around me, naked I went to my son’s room.
Naked I sat in his easy chair, opening my computer on his desk and searching his library of “mommy and sister” porn.
His room was muskier than the other morning, he must have milked himself dry last night, after the show my husband and I treated him to.
Sitting naked in the lowlight of his room, rejoicing in the scent of his cum, I imagined him as he tugged at his cock, with both hands, milking himself for me, streams of cum flowing from his firehose dousing the fire in my heart.
Looking around his room, I found strewn, still damp, tissues with his cum.
I collected them all like a good mother, and wadding them together in a ball, I inhaled the intoxicating smell, like a bad mother.
High on the smell of my boys jizz, I looked at the most recent additions to his library.
Pictures of his sister’s pussy from last night were up already, and in “mum’s” folder there were the pictures from the kitchen, from the hall, when he had come home, and a clip as my husband used me for his entertainment before bed.
I watched the clip.
Rarely have we had a real candid shot come back to us from our adventures. I enjoyed looking at what we were showing to our audience.
I really looked good. Naked in the middle of the room, no obstacles between the camera and the “subject”.
My ass and tits are really good, not to brag. But as Mark has that beautiful cock, I have a great ass and tits. My tits are big, not busty blond bimbo big, but big, and my ass is really great, high and tight.
We allowed enough light in the room, so the whole scene was full of detail. From the way that Adam filmed the whole act, I could tell that he was afraid of getting caught, the camera kept moving in and out of the shadow, but that just adds to the “authenticity” of the whole deal.
Adam recorded everything, he even caught the moment when I passed out in my husband’s hands, on his piercing cock, from all of the stimulation. My face was slack, but my mouth kept sucking, you could clearly see cum ooze out of the corners my mouth and drip over my naked tits. The microphone had caught my whimpers as I struggled half-conscious with that monster.
Before he was done with me Mark spewed what was left of his massive load over my face and tits, Adam recorded as his father took me, cum covered, in his arms and placed me on the bed before he got into it next to me.
I spent the morning looking at the accompanying pictures Adam had collected along with the sneaky pictures that he had taken of me and Annie.
The girls that he had chosen to represent us really have a slight resemblance to us both, how he found them, god knows. My double is obviously too young for me, but still. I focused at the subjects that were interesting to Adam. Obviously, until last night he didn’t have a picture of his mother having sex, nor his sister, so he improvised.
He had pictures of girls shaving their crotches, playing with themselves, using various items as dildoes, and of course, he had us fucking and sucking cock with cum leaking from every hole.
I had decided that I was going to tease Adam, and after that exchange over the dresses with Annie, I decided to let Mark flirt with her freely, but I also wanted to see Adam, watch him, and Annie.
After lunch, I called Mark at work, and we agreed that he was to set up secret cameras in our kids’ rooms and bathrooms, so that we could spy on them.
That afternoon I took them with me to the movies and shopping, giving Mark time to set up as much as he could.
After the movie, I dragged Annie from one shop to the next, and kept Adam on his toes with opportunities that somehow “just happened.”
The other day I decided not to wear panties around Adam, giving him a greater incentive to be on the lookout.
With the size of my boobs, and my age, I can rarely getaway without wearing a bra, but today was one of those days.
I chose a nice dress, it was our local shopping center, I didn’t want to be too obvious, decent cleavage, decent length, cut low under the arms and light.
Bending over and extending an arm just so, and voila, a perfect view of a whole naked breast.
Twerk that ass, and voila again, the dress would just find its way between the ass cheeks and stretch across them. Not to mention that awkward moment when you just have to pick something up from that bottom shelf, and your whole ass gets exposed, with some pussy too, if you do it right.
I played with Adam and watched him, amazed that he didn’t catch on to the fact that I was playing him the whole time.
I had worn the same dress numerous times before, with Mark, teasing total strangers, the flowery pattern of it we chose on purpose, for me to be able to use it and discreetly wipe off and hide the pussy juice that just flowed out of me.
I had a plan for Annie too. Our last stop was the store that I like to shop in. Knowing what I was looking for, I picked out the garments and took them back to the changing rooms to try them on.
With Annie in front waiting I closed the drape and changed into a top and skirt that were almost vulgar on my frame, with my “assets.”
Walking out in front of the mirror, I could almost see Annie’s jaw drop.
“You are not serious about that?” she looked at me.
“Yeah, I know, right, it looked just so cute on the hanger.” I said twirling obscenely in front of her.
“Let me try something else.” I returned to the stall, not closing the drape all the way, letting Annie watch me as I dressed.
“You’re not wearing underwear.” She whispered, scolded me, surprised.
“I told you yesterday, its such nice weather…” I replied ignoring her annoyance.
Next, I chose a dress that I saw one of the porn girls wearing in Adam’s collection, that resembled Annie. Too tight and to short for my frame, but very sexy.
Annie watched me as I pulled it on. We would change in front of each other before, but today I was being especially provocative, touching my naked ass and pussy in front of her, grabbing my boobs. It happens when you are trying on clothes, right?
Walking up to the mirror I twirled about a little, pimping the dress out to my daughter.
“Nice, but not for me, why don’t you try it?”
“Don’t you think that it’s too short?” She asked shyly.
“For me, maybe, but not for you, you should try it and we’ll see.” I walked into the stall, not bothering to pull in the drape. I slipped off the dress, and naked holding the dress I offered it to her. Slightly confused she took it from me and walked in as I, still naked, walked out of the stall.
Watching me being so bold in the changing rooms, and probably reassessing her values, she took her own clothes off, without closing the drape.
I wash the clothes for our whole family, so I know every bra and pair of panties that Annie owns. She was wearing a comfortable cotton bottom and a nice half lace bra. Compared to my nudity she was like a Nun.
The dress was made for her. Her tits big, like mine, but perky young, her ass big, like mine, and perky, if an ass can be perky, were perfectly framed in that cut and in that material, just the right size for her.
The dress fell on her frame just right, deep cleavage, forming around her tits presenting them perfectly but not too deep. The bottom flowing over her perky ass and accenting it under her slim teenage waist. The hem high above the knees but decent, well, just about decent.
Annie walked out to the mirror and from the look in her eyes I knew that she loved the way she looked in it.
Twirling and posing for herself in front of the mirror, I could almost see that she was thinking.
Her back to the mirror, like every woman, she was admiring her ass and how it looked in this dress.
More to herself than me she said “What do you think? Would it be OK if I was to wear this? How do I look?”
Being careful not to oversell it I walked up to her.
I was still naked as I stood next to her, “thinking.”
Taking the opportunity, I fondled her breasts, “straightening” and “smoothing” out the fabric, I pulled on the hem and felt up her ass.
Squatting in front of her while she admired her ass, I spread my knees offering her a plain look at my crotch, while I tinkered about with the dress.
In a swift motion, not giving her a chance to think, I pulled down her panties, “This is what’s wrong.” I told her. “Look, now, isn’t it better?”
Caught off-guard, she idly stepped out of them, as I adjusted the folds on her rear.
“Do you think Dad won’t mind if you get me this dress?” was her final try to find something wrong with it, while I could see the spark in her eyes all the while.
“Honey, it’s your call, but I think that you look great in it.” Still naked I stood next to her as we admired our reflections in the mirror.
“Ok, I’ll take it. But there is no way that you are getting that slutty dress you just tried on.” We laughed.
“There is the other one that I haven’t tried yet, let’s see how I look in it.”
I had seen this set before, not really something that I would choose, but for the purpose that I was going to put it to, it would do.
Like Annie’s dress, this two-piece fell just right over my curves, the sleeveless tank top was a hair below my bellybutton, cut in the waist but loose. Openings around the arms so that I can display my tits, when I want to, but also, such a fine material that as it falls over my boobs shows every bump.
A light elastic band keeps the skirt in place and the sensible material just flows over my legs plunging in and out between them, and just long enough.
I stood next to Annie in front of the mirror, we looked great, my dress was civilized enough, but from the way that I wore it, I could tell that she was holding her comments back, just so that I didn’t change my mind about her dress.
“You are going to wear underwear with that, aren’t you?” She asked me seriously.
“Off course, when it gets cold!” I told her laughing as we returned to the same booth to change.
I watched my beautiful daughter, discreetly, as she got out of her dress and put on her own clothes. She was so beautiful, I had to give her a hug.
“Give me my panties.” She said as she pulled up her skirt.
“I put them away, they’re soiled, you shouldn’t wear them.” I teased her.
“Mom, I can’t go through the whole shopping center naked.” She whispered while I changed.
“You’re not naked, with that skirt you could join the convent.” I replied folding our choices and heading for the register.
“Mom…” Annie followed me close behind, holding down the edges of her skirt.
I paid and we walked out of the store. Adam was waiting for us, with a nod he followed us in tow.
I was waiting for Mark to signal that he was done at home so I had us walk around some more killing time. It was late, and Mark hasn’t called yet, so I decided to go with my children and have something to eat.
Our favorite pizza place was in this shopping center, it has a patio overlooking the whole town, which is a sight when it gets dark.
By the time that we had eaten Mark had finished and we packed for home. I had butterflies in my stomach, from all of the teasing I had done with my children, and the anticipation, that when I get home I would be able to spy on my little spy.
Annie had stopped being self-conscious about being “naked,” but I couldn’t resist reminding her, by teasing her some more on the escalators on our way to our car.
“Is that boy looking up our skirts?” I’d ask her randomly, making her squirm and pull her skirt tight against her legs, fuming. When we closed in on our car I whispered to her: “Just for fun, when you take your seat, why don’t you flash Adam with your other ‘smile?'”
Chuckling to myself I watched as Annie was barely able to enter the car from the tight way that she held her legs.
“Evil, that’s what you are! Evil.” She sneered in my ear taking her place next to me.
I was naked, in the middle of the bed, holding my computer on my lap and with headphones. Like some of those nerdy girls you might see on the web.
Mark was showing me what he was able to do with the time that he had.
The monitoring program was showing direct feeds from the cameras that he had concealed. It was late and the kids were home, so I able to see how well he hid them, but the picture was great, and we had sound.
“I took some of our new HD equipment, the expensive kind, but what’s a little money when it come to my wife’s happiness, and we now have HD live streams, with audio, and we can watch them on our smartphones and…”
I was wet and horny, naked in the middle of the bed, alone with him in our bedroom, and he was babbling all about what his equipment could do.
At that point of the day, I was interested in just one part of his equipment, my great big cock that he was tasked to maintain ever since I married him.
The screen was showing our children, in their rooms, getting ready for bed. Annie was in her nightgown and Adam was just in his shorts. Annie was admiring the dress that we had just bought, while Adam was uploading files from his phone.
As we watched, he turned off the music and light in his room, sat in front of that big screen that we got him, pulled out his father’s legacy out of his shorts and stroked himself as the images appeared on the screen.
“I brought my other computer and paired it with Adams.” Mark grabbed my attention, from the live feed of my son’s perverted passion, to his babbling.
“We now have a remote view of his screen, what you see here is what he is looking at right now.”
I switched between looking at the two screens in front of me, when Mark took them and arranged them on a stand at the foot of the bed.
Three screens were now in front of me, one of my son stroking his cock, the other a slideshow of up skirt and candid shots of Annie’s and my bare pussy, from the shopping center today. The third was a live stream from Annie’s room. She had turned off the lights, but there was no hiding from her father’s HD equipment, soft music was playing in the background, while she played with herself in bed. She had her favorite hairbrush and that long glass vial of perfume in her hands. The brush was for her pussy, and she used the glass vial on her ass.
Grabbing me by the ass, Mark posed me, finally, doggie style, in front of the screens, and fucked me from behind.
I braced myself.
In this position, he can pound me relentlessly, and I was sure that he was going to.
Wet, horny as hell, I farted as he impaled me in one go.
Over the years there was no holding back between us, the fart triggered another flashback from my youth, because of the way I had grown up, I was able to spar with Mark in sex as an equal, not like some frustrated, resentful woman with issues. We explored our sexuality freely, picking and choosing whatever got our motor going.
Tonight, spying on our naughty children was taking us to new highs.
Ordinarily I enjoy every fraction on an inch of my husband’s cock as he drives it home into me, but tonight I didn’t even notice the pole that was being driven into me. I was so high from edging all day that the sensation of my pussy being torn apart was somewhere in the background of the incredible, mind-blowing orgasm that Mark had triggered in me with just his first touch of my aching sex.
I’m beautiful, busty, with an ass to die for, and I’m multiorgasmic, what can I say, housewives, eat your heart out.
My vision was dimming, I couldn’t see my gorgeous boy clearly as I eagerly awaited for him to spew his jizz all over the screen in front of him.
That fabulous tennis ball cockhead of Mark’s was plopping in and out of me, compressing the air in my pussy and bizarrely making it fart. I felt like a raw nerve, Marks slightest touch was producing such sweet pain holding me above the threshold of my climax.
I was cumming and cumming. Stiff in Marks grip, unable to fall on the bed.
I was drooling from every hole in my body, while tears of joy were running down my face.
A scream was muffled by my constricting throat as I felt the room go dark, again.
When I woke up the room was dark, the screens at the foot of the bed were moved away, Mark was asleep next to me.
My hair was damp from sweat and my thighs were sticky with combined cum and pussy juice.
My ass was convulsing.
I was wasted, but happy.
I pulled the covers over my naked body and fell asleep.
Mark had slowly wired the whole house with cameras, there wasn’t a nook that you could hide in and not be seen.
We followed our children’s daily rituals meticulously, we got to know them to the minute intimate detail.
Every evening we would retire early, so that we could review the day and fuck our brains out under the influence of what we would discover.
It was Thursday night, we were in bed, I had Mark’s cock in both of my hands, and he held me in his favorite “bowling ball” grip; his thumb up my ass, ring and middle finger as deep as they could go in my pussy, while he played with my clit with his index finger.
I was purring in his arms as we watched our children live from their rooms.
Adam was jerking off to the newest collection of “candid” pics he got of me, and some new ones of his sister, naturally.
Mark had Annie on the screen, and I had Adam, the day was very busy for them. Both were in their rooms, masturbating all afternoon. Adam had collected some new pictures and Annie had gotten adventurous. She had taken a shower, playing with her pussy, then, as she went about her other business in the bathroom, she had the handle of her favorite hairbrush in her pussy, the whole time wagging her ass, as if she was swaying to some music playing in her head.
Mark was mesmerized by the sight of her.
Alone in her room, unknown to her, under her father’s watchful eye, she pranced about naked, still with the brush sticking out from between her legs.
Mark’s cock twitched in my hands, while watching Adam my pussy was aching, so I knew that his cock was in need of some soothing. I stretched my mouth over the bulbous head and licked around it, while I watched Adam play with himself.
In the past few weeks there were more and more bare pussy pics of Annier in Adam’s collection.
Adam had gotten her to pose in that new dress that we bought, and of course, he was able to snap a few pics under the hem of her dress, she wore it without panties.
Since then, Adam’s focus had divided almost equally between Annie and me.
“Do you think that we are corrupting them?” asked Mark.
“We haven’t made them do anything, Annie chose to go commando on her own, I just showed her that I do. Adam chose to watch you fuck my brains out that night, no one forced him to.” I answered politically.
“Should we plan something for the whole family this weekend?” Mark asked me as his cock twitched in my hands.
“Do you have something on your mind? Something specific?” I asked.
“Specific, no, but I would like Annie to see me fuck you. I want her to see the look on your face as I ravage you.” Mark said, his voice rasping.
“Annie isn’t like Adam, even if we were all alone in the house and she was to come across us having sex, she would just close the door, to give us privacy.” I smiled as I imagined the situation, and so did Mark.
“We could come up with something.” Mark said, frustrated at not having an answer.
He played a montage that he had assembled of Annie as she played with herself, and the few times that she was naked in her room. Scenes from the bathroom and shower were interesting, as she groomed herself or inspected the folds of her cute little snatch.
Watching Mark commented: “She is just like you, when I met you, and so much different than you, when we met.”
“Life experience is what she is lacking, she might never be like me, no matter how much she is like me.” I answered remembering my youth.
“Do you regret being the way that you are?” He asked me seriously.
“Not a single stich, I love the way I am, but because of you. Who knows how I would have turned out, had I not met you.”
“I’m glad that you did.” He said swinging my ass on the bed with his “bowling ball grip.”
“Maybe it’s time that we had some girl time again, maybe I can stir her interest in our sex life.” I trailed off.
Mark and I have a kinky sex life, the cameras in our home had just raised it all to a new level, so with a little thought, I came up with a plan on how I can introduce my daughter to a new way of life for her.
Friday was a half day for Annie, she was home hours before Adam was due, enough time to get the ball rolling and then see where it takes us.
Annie “caught” me naked in the kitchen as she came home.
“Mom! What are you doing naked in the kitchen?”
“Annie! Is it time for you to be home, already?” I acted surprised ignoring her question, and answering her what I wanted her to hear. “I was looking for my glasses, I can’t seem to find them.”
“Naked, why do you need your glasses while you’re naked?” She asked as I was hoping that she would, and it was so much easier than I had hoped.
“How can I tell you, honey, it’s so embarrassing?” I played.
“More embarrassing than being naked in the kitchen?”
“It’s kind of personal, you know, it’s Friday, I was in the bathroom and I wanted to prepare for the evening, and now I can’t find my glasses…”
“Let me help you…”
“No, I couldn’t, just help me find my glasses” I played dumb.
“That’s what I meant, let me help you find your glasses. Where did you see them last?”
“In the bedroom, on the nightstand, but they’re not there anymore.”
“Let’s go back to the bedroom and I’ll try to find them.” Were Annie’s words before I led her up the stairs, naked, subtly waging my ass this way and that.
Out of the corner of my eye I watched her as she watched me.
From the bedroom, I went straight for the bathroom, talking to her behind me: “They were on the nightstand the other day, when I was reading something, and now they are nowhere to be found.”
“Have you checked the drawers, maybe they got put away, still, what do you need your glasses for in the bathroom?”
“If you must know, I was shaving my pussy last month, and I cut myself so badly that I don’t do it anymore without my glasses. Satisfied.” I acted hurt.
As she rummaged through the drawers that I prepared for her, I washed my hands in the sink.
Over the running water I heard a gasp and a few sharp breaths, she had found the toys that I had strategically laid out for her to find.
Taking longer than it should have, she finally entered the bathroom: “I can’t seem to find them.” She said standing by the door looking me over. “You could get a new pair tomorrow.” She said.
“Or maybe they’ll turn up, but I need to prepare and I can’t do that without my glasses.”
“Let me change, and I’ll help you.” She said and left the room.
I had waited for her to say that, now all I had to do was bring it home.
When she returned, she was in a bathrobe, short and tied around her waist.
“Have you ever done this before?” I asked her.
“A couple of times, don’t worry.”
I sat on the edge of the basin with one leg up on the counter spreading myself for my daughter. We took the shaving cream and lathered up my crotch. Gingerly Annie began shaving me.
While she shaved me, I spoke my prepared lines in hushed tones: “Fridays your father and I like to have some fun, you know, and he likes me to be smooth down there, I like it when I’m smooth too, when he kisses me, you know, it’s just incredible”
I watched her as she worked, timed my words to her responses and watch her face flush.
“Jeez, mom, TMI, TMI, I’m helping you, I know why you want to be smooth, you don’t have to tell me.” She replied in a hushed conspiratorial tone. She was fighting, but I had determined that she wanted to hear more.
Silence, just the sound of water and the whisk of the razor over my soft skin. I was thinking and waiting.
She was finished, taking water in her hand she washed off the foam from my freshly shaved pussy.
Slowly and delicately she checked my folds for stubble and picked off the couple that she found.
I checked for stubble myself and then turned around offering her my ass, leaning against the counter I spread my ass for her with both hands.
Taking some more foam she delicately cleaned the crack of my ass from any trace of hair.
“You look god mom.” She said smiling.
“Good enough to eat?” I teased her.
“Good enough to eat.” She replied with a wide grin.
As she worked on me, her robe had fallen open, she didn’t bother to wrap herself again, she was naked under it, I reached for her pussy and cupped it in my hand.
“I’m gonna do you now.” I told her
“It’s ok mom, you don’t have to, I can do it later myself.” She said refusing my help, not denying that she grooms herself.
“Nonsense, you took such good care of me, the least I can do is return the favor” I insisted.
“What about your glasses?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t cut you.” I said soaping her up, while she posed on the counter the way that I had been, moments ago.
Playing with her pussy as I shaved her, I was trying to make her horny, for the next step of my plan.
Handling her delicately, but not giving her a choice as to what I was doing, I shaved her from the front and from the back, after washing of the foam, I licked up the crack of her ass laughing.
“Now you are good enough to eat too.” With her red in the face, we both laughed.
“I knew that there would come a time when I would have to take care of you.” She told me.
“Yes, there would, but you are still not that old.”
“Depends on how you look at it, if we were apes, by now I would have a half of dozen little monkeys running around and be living in my own tree.”
“Yeah,” I laughed with her, “And to half of them you would be both a mother and a sister, your father being the alfa male that he is, while to the other half you might be a mother and aunt at the same time.” We continued laughing as we walked into my bedroom, both naked.
“Adam wouldn’t do that to me.” She said joking.
“And your father would?” I asked,
“Weeeeelll, I don’t know, he is an alfa.” We clowned.
“You take after me, as its plain to see.” I turned in front of her showing off my ass and tits, as she explored her body in the mirror.
“And, from what I have seen, your brother is just like his father” I whispered conspiratorially.
“You’ve seen Adam?”
“Not so much seen, as I know what he looks like under those baggy shorts that he’s always wearing.” I replied whispering.
“No, how do you know?” She asked, almost urgently.
“I was cleaning his room the other day, when his computer woke up in front of me, and there it was, and on that big screen of his, bigger than life.”
“Maybe it wasn’t him,
“It was him, I looked at the other pictures that he had, and it was him.” Returning the ball to her, I waited for her to show interest.
“I never thought about his, I mean him, is he really big, not that I want to know, just curious?” she kind of trailed off into silence.
Playing with her as best as I could, I had my back turned rummaging through my closet, when I casually replied: “I didn’t know how big he really is, but I wanted to show your father, so I took a picture of his screen with my phone.”
“You didn’t!”
“I did, want to see?” I turned toward her picking up my phone.
“Sure, since you have it already, let me see.”
I unlocked my phone and brought up the album with the pictures, offering it to her.
She walked over to my side of the bed, naked, sat on the edge and took the phone from me, while I pulled out some choice garments from the closet.
“He does look like he is big, but I don’t know that it really is him.” She said, flicking on to the next picture in the collection, as I expected her to.
“Don’t you believe me, I just told you that I found other pictures with his face.” I played dumb.
“I know what you said, but it doesn’t look like the same penis in all of these pictures mom.”
I walked over to her and standing at her side, I watched as she looked through the pictures in the album. I had some great pictures sorted just for this moment.
“Honey, what you are looking at is your father, the one that I showed you was Adam, but don’t you see the family resemblance now?”
Shocked, she almost put the phone down, but she didn’t.
“Yes, I can see the resemblance.” She whispered looking back at the pictures that I had prepared for her.
“I was thinking that we could try some of these clothes, now that we have the house to ourselves.” I said ignoring the fact that she was looking at images of her father’s cock sitting on the bed next to me.
She looked at me then at the pile on the end of the bed, reluctantly taking her eyes off of the screen she picked up the first dress from the pile.
“Does this go with a bottom?” she asked looking at one of my tubed tank top dresses.
“Put it on, it’ll be cute on you.” I told her.
She wiggled it on, and the dress obscenely ended well above her freshly shaven mound.
“Let me help you, you have to fit it to your form, now watch this.”
I bent over in front of her, slid one arm under the dress, and the other over, cupping her breast and spreading wide the fingers of the other hand, I stretched the dress down.
“Like when you are putting on pantyhose, you see?” I took hold of the other breast and ‘dressed’ her.
As I got down to her pussy, I gave her a quick lick.
“Mom!” she protested, still playing with the phone.
“Sorry, baby, but you’re so pretty down there that I couldn’t resist myself.”
“There, aren’t you just cute in this?”
We stood in front of the closet mirror, her in the white dress, and me still naked.
“It looks like I’m naked,” she protested again.
“It does, doesn’t it, but you’re not.” I encouraged her enthusiastically.
“You can see my nipples, and if I had a bush, it would totally be out there.” She commented less sternly as she twirled in front of the mirror. The hem was stretched beyond its limits, covering the globes of her ass and hiding it from plain sight.
“But you don’t have a bush, now do you? You are not naked; and both you and I have these ‘delicate’ little pussies, just the charming little slit, while everything else is out of sight. So even if we do ‘accidentally’ flash someone, it’s not vulgar at all. Am I right?”
I was bringing home the idea that I had worked on, I wanted my daughter to be open to explore sexuality with more freedom than she has shown.
Looking critically at her own image in the mirror, she stooped, curtsied, and bent over, looking at how much skin she was showing.
As she did I adjusted the dress over her tits and ass a couple of times, showing her how good it was on her.
“From time to time you have to adjust your boobs, you don’t want them slipping down, and just a twerk of the hem before you get in or out of the car, for example.”
“You know a lot about how to do these things, don’t you?” She ribbed me.
“It’s my dress, isn’t it?” I turned to the other items that I had chosen.
“Take that off and try this.” I gave her a blue two piece, tight small skirt, and a flowing strapless top, thin but not transparent.
Putting it on, over her nude body, she asked, “Where do you wear these clothes, I mean they are so revealing?”
“I like to have them in my wardrobe, sometimes, like we are doing now, I just like to try them on, and sometimes, your daddy takes me out to fancy places.” I replied putting on a short pleated, like schoolgirl, skirt.
I threw on a tight tee-shirt and bending over in front of the mirror ‘twerked’ my ass. Pouting I said looking up at Annie, “I’ve been a very bad girl, I got an “F” on my “oral”, are you going to punish me?”
We laughed, and Annie patted my bare ass.
We had broken the ice, she was comfortable with the two of us playing sexy games, and comfortable with being naked with me.
“It’s time that we go downstairs and start dinner, do you want to help me?” I asked.
“What should we wear?” She asked smiling, and choose the third most revealing thing on the bed.
I took the blue two piece, I like the way my boobs look in it, and the skirt, well it’s just naughty enough.
Dressed standing in front of my mirror we looked over our choices.
“We can’t wear this, it’s too sexy.” she said smiling and almost backing out.
“Sure, we can, we’re at home with our family. It’s ok, honey.” I reassured her.
As we were leaving my bedroom I had a second thought about the next step, and decided to make it today.
“Just a minute dear, no outfit is complete without some bling.” I reached for one of my drawers that Anne had searched through, looking for my glasses, and took out my favorite bluestone butt plug.
From the entrance of the room, Annie watched me, as I brought the toy to my mouth and licked it wet, seductively, with a smile on my face.
She blushed, knowing exactly what I was going to do with it, but didn’t turn away. I reached back, under my skirt, looking at her the whole while, taking my time as if I was having trouble, finally, slipped it up my ass.
“When I’m feeling frisky, I like to take that extra step.” I answered her quiet stare with a shake of my ass.
Before I closed the drawer, I pulled out another, a red one, and threw it on the bed in front of her.
She almost dropped her jaw in disbelief.
“Don’t worry, it’s clean, and I don’t use it any more, it’s one that I’ve outgrown, you could have it.” I pressed her.
She took it in her hand, weighing it and touching it gingerly.
“You can put it in downstairs, now take it and let’s go.” I forced her out of the room with the toy in her hand.
While I arranged the pots, Annie studied the toy that I gave her, asking bluntly “Does it hurt?”
Bent over a lower drawer I shook my ass at her smiling, “I does, oooo, just how deliciously it does hurt! Now, your mother is telling you, quit looking at it and put it in!” I said mocking sternness.
Out of the corner of my eye I watched her as she used an adult toy for the first time in her life, I assumed.
Licking it wet, like I did, she fumbled inserting the plug, “Do you want some help with that?” I said over my shoulder.
“No, it’s ok, just getting there,” she answered, obviously flustered.
By the time the boys were home, the two of us were horny and had dinner ready, Mark watched us closely as did Adam.
That evening Adam had gym, and Mark and I were planning on having fun by ourselves, and maybe Annie.
After dinner, we went to our rooms, Mark had watched Annie and me from work, so he was all caught up and ready to go, when we entered our room.
Like with Adam, we left the door open a crack and hoped that Annie would come over and spy on us.
During dinner, Annie had squirmed in her seat more than usual, getting to know her new toy probably, and knowing how horny a butt plug can get you, with all of the information that I had given her today, I was certain that she would be waiting for just the right moment to jump into action.
We prepared the room, arranged the lights, prepared our dialogue. On Marks pad, from the floor next to the bed, we watched as Annie left her room silently.
Still dressed in the dress that she chose, with the butt plug still in, she crept to our door. Now certain in our audience we played our parts.
In the middle of the room Mark stood naked with his giant cock in my mouth, whispering.
“I couldn’t get you out of my mind all day today. I could hardly wait to get home and get you alone with me. You and your sweet little mouth and pussy.” He gasped as I sucked on him.
I pulled him out of my mouth and played with him, showing Annie what an awesome cock her father has.
“Were you thinking just about me?”
“I was thinking about you, and Annie did cross my mind, she’s just so beautiful.”
“I shaved her pussy today, just so that you know.”
“She was ravishing at dinner tonight. That dress she wore was just perfect to show off those tits of hers, and her ass, ughmpf.” He grunted as he forced his cock in my mouth.
“She is beautiful, tomorrow we are going to shop for some new clothes for us, would you like me to buy her something special?” I asked pulling my face off of his hard cock.
“I want you to get her clothes that make her ass and tits look really good.”
“What about Adam, what if he sees her like that and starts getting ideas about her?”
“It’s up to them, they are grown people now, they can make their own choices.”
“You would let him fuck her? His own sister?”
“Hell, I would fuck her if she’d let me!”
“You are such a perv, am I not enough for you? Or are you just so damaged that you would want Adam to fuck me, his mother, too?”
“Would you have me slob on that monster cock he got from you, would you want me to drink his cum for him too?”
“Yesssss, I want you to be my slutty wife, I want you to be our son’s slutty mother, I want you to suck on our cocks and keep us from going mad from pent-up cum because of you and your slutty daughter.”
We were improvising, I played with Marks cock, and he played with my pussy, we were all over the room, showing off for our dear girl.
Anni stood in the dark of the hall, away from the light of our room and played with herself as she watched and listened to us. With a glance at the pad on the floor, we could see her.
Mark pulled me closer to the mirror by the door, and prepared me for his stream of cum, he had me kneel in front of him as he took the matters into his own hands. I licked and sucked on his balls as he pumped away.
“Now.” He pushed my face up and started painting my mouth, cheeks and nose with his cum.
I held my mouth open for any flying drop that I could catch, before he slipped in his strained member for me to clean.
I licked and sucked at his cum, off of his cock and the cum oozing down my face, “You would do this to Annie? Your own daughter. Cover her face with your sticky slimy cum, like you do to me?” I talked dirty smiling at him.
“Yes, I want to cover her face with my cum, I want to make her my cum slut like you are, I want to make her a cumloving cumslut like your father made out of you. I want her to nurse on my cock before she goes to sleep, and have her wake up with it in her mouth, sucking on it for more”
“What if she doesn’t want your cum?”
“She’s your daughter, our daughter, as soon as she gets a taste, she’ll be coming back for more. Just like you did.” Mark was rambling on, his cock getting hard again.
Kneeling on all fours I offered my ass to him, peering into the hall I caught a glimpse of Annie; “You’ve seen the pictures I’ve shown you of Adam, are you going to let his monster stretch my pussy for you? Would you let me walk around with his cum running down my legs? What if he ruins my perfect ass with that monster of his and your little cock just slips out?”
“If he wants this tight ass of yours, you are to give it to him, you are his mother. You have to take care of the needs of your family. Or do you want to wind up like your mother, a shriveled, pruned up old bitch?”
I felt every little bump as Mark pierced my hot pussy, I cooed and gasped for air as he pumped in and out of me.
Edging myself all day had made me cock crazy, I didn’t have to exaggerate the rush that Marks great tool was giving me.
I wagged my ass, getting every last bit of him in, deep, tears of joy and sweat were running down my face while pussy juice was slipping down my thighs.
Mark grunted, groaned, cursed and kept on coming at me. Mauling my tits while he fucked me from behind, making me feel like I was in the arms of a wild animal.
“When I get my cock in that little minx, I’m going to show her the stars. I’m going to make her squeal like her mother does and have her returning for more…”
I was at the end of my wits, and I was squealing on the end of his cock.
We were all wet and shiny from sex, his skin was gliding over mine, the only friction being between his enormous prick and my tight pussy.
I felt contractions in my ass, before Mark pushed his thumb in and threw me into oblivion.
I really did squeal, in pleasure from my climax. I felt my pussy throbbing around his stiff member and my ass grabbing at his thumb. My mouth was gaping, hoping for something to suck on, as waves of desire washed over my tense body.
Mark felt me cumming, he grabbed me by the ass and held me firmly as he conducted the harmony of my bliss with his magic stick.
With steady strokes, he kept me riding high on the waves of my orgasm.
As I would slip down a crest he pumped me back up again. I was surfing the perfect wave with no shore in sight. The rush going through me was incredible, and as usual I could take only so much, my tormented body just gave up and I fell to the floor.
Mark took matters into his own hands, again, and painted my back with his cum.
I felt every scorching drop landing on my skin, as I fell into my post orgasmic darkness.
It was dark, again, I was under the covers shaking, again, wet and slimy from sweat and cum, my favorite feeling.
As we performed for Annie last night, Mark brought up my time at home. The things that I told him in confidence about my life with my family.
It had brought back some pleasant, and the other kind of memories.
Resting in bed, in the dark of our chamber, I willfully recalled the nights in my childhood room. The nights when both my father and my brother would come in late at night and feed me their cum.
My mother was a prude, hopelessly religious, after having had me and my brother she ignored her sexuality. Always preaching to me about my ways, about the way I was dressed, about the company that I would keep.
Until my father started using me for his sexual needs I don’t know how he had coped, but from the amount of cum he had me suck out of him, it seemed to me that he had collected it all, waiting for me to be old enough to drain him dry.
My first taste of cum was a smelly, salty, slimy mouthful, one Sunday afternoon.
Mother was in church and my brother was out. My father, the man I loved so much, walked into my room and raped my mouth with his cock. He had me swallow it and left me in tears.
He kept coming back after that, and I kept crying. I couldn’t tell my prude mother, and I couldn’t tell my friends. Every night and twice on the weekend he would take my face in his hands and fuck it, I had tears running down my face but I had to swallow all of the cum, mostly in silence he would use my mouth and dump his seed in me.
I eventually stopped crying. I had become familiar with the smell of his cock and the taste of his cum.
In the silent darkness of my room, sometimes he would call me his slut, as he would pump his meat into me, he called me his beautiful cumslut, and more often he would kiss me on my mouth, after I sucked him off, telling me that I was his beautiful cumslut.
With time, I wanted to be his cumslut, I saw that my mother was mean to him, that she was a warped religious nut, and I was glad that I was my father’s beautiful cumslut.
The dreaded nights had turned into sweet anticipation for me, I wore what little sexy things I had for him, as I waited for that time of the night.
Silently, as the moon would come out from behind the clouds, he would enter my room, I would be ready for him, my mouth open, waiting on the edge of my small bed, sometimes naked, just sitting there, waiting patiently for my portion of what became my passion fruit.
One night he came early, “Give me your ass.” He told me. I obliged silently, turning on all fours, on the edge of my childhood bed, and I gave my father my ass.
He knelt behind me, spit and licked at my asshole and then he just plunged his hard cock as deep as he could.
The pain was strong, but the joy that it gave me was stronger. The knowledge that I was pleasing my father, the dirty pleasure that I was spiting my mother, the whole ungodliness of fucking in the ass was driving me wild. I felt my pussy tremble with lust as my father sawed in and out of my sphincter.
My first fuck ended just as I was processing the new feelings that I was experiencing.
Giving me his nightly deposit in my bowels, my father withdrew, leaving me feeling empty.
In the coming days his stamina had improved, he could take my ass and give me the pleasure of my own orgasm, it made a world of difference to me.
The pleasure that I was getting, was now coupled with the actual pleasure of sex, and every day I craved for that time of the night, to come as soon as possible.
In school, I listened to my friends describe sex, listened to the girls as they balked at putting a boy’s dick in their mouth, or how they talked in hushed tones about ‘butt stuff.’
I couldn’t tell them how much I enjoyed being my father’s cumslut, about how much pleasure I get from him as he fucks me in the ass, I just listened and agreed with them.
It was the end of spring, my windows were open, and the night was warm, I was naked in the dark waiting for my daddy.
Silently the door opened and my father walked in with my brother in his boxers.
In the dark, they couldn’t see the surprised scared look in my eyes, I just sat on the edge of the bed and kept quiet.
My father pushed my brother in front of me and with a swift jerk pulled down his boxers. I could barely see his drooping cook hanging between his legs in the low light of the night, I knew what was expected of me.
I took my brother’s little dick in one hand and cupped his balls in the other, he gasped. I pulled on his foreskin exposing the head to the night air, he gasped again. I pulled him closer to the bed and sucked his cock into my mouth. He grabbed by my hair and thrust his cock deeper. I held him by the balls and felt his cock grow in my mouth.
My brother had a different smell, and my first taste of his prick was almost pleasant to me.
Not as thick as daddy, but longer his cock grew in my mouth. I let it stretch straight into my well used throat.
I was nestled against his stomach, his sparse hairs tickling my nose, while I played with his balls and hummed almost silently against his shaft.
He reached deeper down my throat than daddy ever did, I was thrilled, if daddy wanted me to suck my brother off I was going to do a good job of it.
In silence daddy sat next to me, taking my tits in his hands for the first time, he kneaded them, pinching on my nipples stimulating me as he had never done before.
My brother was humping my mouth, grunting like an animal, fucking my face like my father did the first time that he took me, so long ago.
“Quiet!” was the only word my father hissed at his son, making him cum like on command, filling my mouth with his cream. Thick and sweet, I held it in my mouth as it slowly turned viscous on my tongue, I played with it in my mouth as both of them peered at me from the darkness.
I cleaned his cock thoroughly, enjoying the slightly new taste that my brother had brought to the table. He was still hard and I was still licking his rod when my father whispered for both of us to hear, “Our beautiful little cumslut, it’s time that she took care of your needs too. When you feel the urge, I want you to use your sister, be nice to her and no one is to know about this, we are never to talk about this, understood!” In the silence of the night his hushed stern words were like thunder in our ears.
He took his place in front of me feeding me his hard meat, and in seconds, fed me the cream that I was craving for so much by now.
We had a shed in the back yard, and since that night, my brother would take me there to feed me his cum. He was so much younger than our father, and he had so much more cum. He would take me to the shed four, five times a day before nightfall, and then he would join our father and use me every night.
He loved my mouth, but he loved to use my ass more.
I had swiped some hand cream from the house and kept it in the shed. Not being as dark as my room at night, my brother loved to watch me prepare myself for his cock.
With one hand, he would stroke his cock, while holding my dress with the other, allowing me to stretch and grease my ass for him.
For some reason, his cock was studded with these little protrusions that tickled me so sweetly as he rammed his cock in and out of me, so much so that I almost preferred being fucked up the ass by him to drinking his cum.
I had stopped wearing panties in protest to my mother, my brother had found this out and had his hand between my legs on every opportunity. His fingers had become a part of me, leaving me with an empty feeling when he was forced to remove his hand from the heat of my thighs.
We had a lot of free time alone at the house, when my brother wasn’t fucking me in the shed, he would be playing with my pussy somewhere in the house, usually on the steps leading up to the attic, he liked to look and touch my pussy.
There was a big window there, the sun always shining on the stairs. He would have me sit in that light with my skirts around my waist and play with me. He never got tired of poking and prodding me. He loved the way that my pussy drooled at his touch.
And then he tasted me.
From that day forward I have never had to wash myself, because he kept me cleaner than our prudish mother would our dinner plates.
His tongue made me squirm, his fingers made me writhe in pleasure, and I was glad that he had found my pussy to be such a treasure for him. The feel of his mouth on my sex was a revelation for me; I spread myself wider than ever before for him on those stairs in the full light of day, allowing him to enter me with his fingers from the front, and claw at me from the back, I stifled the sounds of my pleasure deep in my throat, so that our witch of a mother wouldn’t find us out.
My brother liked to bring toys from his room, toys that he had long since grown out off and stick them in me. I had a pussy full of toy soldiers on numerous occasions as we all sat around the table eating.
He liked to stuff my ass and pussy to the brim with sweet cherries and then chase me all over the yard watching as they dropped down from under my dress, then he would have me squat and watch me shit out the remaining few.
It still makes me smile remembering the immense enjoyment of watching our oblivious mother eat carrots that my brother had just recently pulled out of my ass.
Fucked senseless by two strong men repeatedly, fed on a constant stream of cum, I slept like a baby every night. Not having any sexual frustrations, sleeping well, I was able to study hard, I became one of the better students in my school.
The boys called me a prude, and my girlfriends tried to shock me with their sexual adventures, telling me stories about how they almost swallowed some cum, or how that guy fingered their ass…
My father and brother fucked me in the ass, they fucked my pussy, and they had me drink their cum like satyrs. I kept them happy and their balls drained, till the last day that I had left their house and that evil woman that gave birth to me.
I had received a scholarship, I moved out of the house, out of town, and never looked back. I tried to forget what I had endured in the silence of those nights in my own home.
Mark had brought back all of the memories tonight saying it out loud. The flashbacks were a part of that forgotten past, but now in the dark of our room, in the safety of his bed, I remembered that exquisite feeling of arousal and culmination that held me in its grip for so long, all those years ago.
I wanted that for my daughter, and son, I wanted them to feel all of that good stuff that I had experienced, without any of that regret or repugnance that I had struggled with.
Breathing in that musky smell still lingering in our room, I fell into a deep sleep.
In the morning, I found Annie in the kitchen making coffee, it was still early for Adam, but as I watched her in the skimpy little shorts all wedged up her ass, I was almost sorry that he was missing this sight.
Casually I walked up to her and slowly caressed the globes of her ass as I gave her a good morning kiss.
She turned in her place and repaid the kiss stroking my naked ass under the thin robe that I had chosen to wear that morning.
“Did you sleep well last night?” I asked her, having watched her brief show as she masturbated in her room, before I walked down to the kitchen. She had slept with the toy up her ass the whole night.
“I slept really well, and that toy that you gave me really helped, it does have such a sweet hurt.” She purred, being unusually blunt for her.
“When you are as cool as I am, you have the coolest toys.” I replied.
“Will you show them to me, occasionally. When you feel like it, you know?” she said bashfully.
I cupped her ass in my hand bringing her in for a hug: “Of course, dear, we can share them before we set you up with your own.” I said smiling.
“I want to wear this one today when we go shopping, it feels so dirty and so exciting.” She showed her cards, the smuttiness grabbing a hold on her. She and I never talked about going shopping, she was referring to what she overheard last night as her father banged me.
“As far as I’m concerned, we could wear something light, so that we could change clothes in a flash and hit the shops right after breakfast, and avoid the weekend rush.” I urged her on.
“And I can wear this when we go out?”
“Yes, honey, you can wear the toy I gave you.”
She pushed the sides of my robe and cuddled against my naked body.
Dressed in light short dresses we were in the first store just as they opened. We zoomed through their inventory and chose the things that we wanted to try, in no time we were naked in front of the dressing rooms, much like the other day, both of us naked in front of the large mirror as we examined our picks.
“We are going to wear this at home, right, we won’t be seen in this elsewhere, right?” Annie asked as if just to reassure herself.
“Yes, dear, we are getting things that we can be comfortable in, since we are having all this nice weather.” I encouraged her.
She picked out a little number, short and tight, I helped to adjust her tits in it and we looked at her in the mirror. Her delightful little pussy was showing under the hem of the dress, I pulled it down covering her, when she reached for the hem herself, adjusting it to her liking. “You are right, our pussies are so cute and even if they do peek out like this, it’s not vulgar, I could say even cute.”
“I’m sure that the men at home would appreciate the view that you are offering in this dress.”
“You think so too, then I’m getting this.” She said and put it on the pile of the things that we were getting.
The next thing that I chose was a knee length chemise, with a lace tie instead of buttons, lace and print flowers were covering the fact of how sheer it was. It was very loose but on my naked body it was provocative as hell. “You should get that, you need something nice to wear when you come home from work. Maybe there is something like that for me.”
“I know this shop that just has things like this, lets pay and go straight there.” I told her.
The other shop was smaller, but was packed with lingerie. We found some garments we liked and were in the stalls naked again. Watching Annie examine the blouse, I walked up and twisted the little toy in her ass making her jump. She looked around panicking, but as we were alone, she gave me a kiss on the cheek, “Naughty aren’t you.” She said with a smile.
By the time for lunch we had chosen what we wanted to wear. Annie found a skirt and top that she fell in love with and wore it the rest of the time we shopped. “I probably won’t wear this outside of the house, but since we are shopping I can wear it home.” She rationalized.
“What about the toy in your rear, what if someone would see it?” I pressed on her.
“It’s as you said, if he bothers to look, then he has something to look forward to, and if they’re offended with what they see, why were they looking there in the first place, right?”
“That’s my girl.” I hugged her and we went on, our braless boobs bouncing under our clothes and our bare asses on display for anyone brave enough to look.
We stormed the shopping center, Annie building confidence with every step we took. She laughed louder than usual, and I concluded that she was scaring her inhibition away with her laughter.
In the car home, she sat with her legs spread and her skirt pulled up over her pussy, gently teasing herself as I drove.
I drove slowly enjoying the sight of her bare pussy and her shameless display of excitement; “What have I created?” I teased looking her in the eyes.
“It was all there, you just helped me to realize that I don’t have to work so hard at hiding it.” She laughed crooking her index finger and pulling on her sweet little twat.
“I hope you wash your hands before lunch!” I told her mocking mom sternness.
She pulled her wet finger out of her pussy and without hesitation pushed it deep in my mouth; “You could always take care of that for me,” She said coyly as she watched me lick her finger clean. “Mom.”
With a few more blocks to our neighborhood, Annie slid in her seat closer to me and, as I drove, played with my pussy.
“I have to thank you, mommy, for all of the nice things that you got me, and for how nice you are being to me.” She said in a baby voice while she pulled out the wetness of my sex with her fingers, sucking them dry and going back for more, and god, did I have more!
By the time that we were home, both of us were as horny as bitches in heat. My pussy was throbbing and from the flush on her face I bet Annie was at her wits end too.
The boys weren’t home, so with our things, we went straight to my room, and to my toy chest. I pulled out the assortment of vibrators that I had, throwing them on the bed. I let Annie chose first while I closed the door and turned down the lights.
Having the cameras all over the house made me glad and free, knowing that Mark would be able to relive this whole experience that I was just having.
Annie was on her back in the middle of my bed while I was still taking my dress off. She chose the gray rabbit and had it to its ears buried in her pussy already, her dress hiked up, her ass flashing the red jewel and her mouth producing hushed chuckling noises.
I took my place next to her, naked, with my favorite, and largest vibrator.
I shoved it in as deep as it went, set the right speed and then pinching my clit with one hand I cuddled next to Annie, pulling her top, exposing her tits and playing with them with the other.
It was a sight to be seen, a mother and daughter, in the middle of the bed wild for sex and panting. Toys stuck up their holes and kissing.
Annie was on the verge of orgasm for some time, she needed just a little push to throw her over the edge and my kisses did just that. She buried her face in my hair as she held back the sound of her orgasm.
I hugged her to my chest “It’s ok sweetie, this room is sound proof, let it out, let it all out. You are a big girl now, you are allowed your happiness.” She whimpered in my hair on the verge of crying sweet tears.
I held one of her boobs and played with her nipple, with my other hand I took control of her little clit, patting and caressing it for her as she drove the rabbit relentlessly in and out of her cunt.
She was finding her voice, louder and louder sounds were escaping her throat as she thrashed in my arms.
I held her firmly and obstinately played with her hotspots, mad with lust, she drove that rabbit on autopilot.
The heat from her body was making her skin sleek with sweat, she was gliding over my bare skin, squirming from the stimulation that her young body was under.
With a scream, she released the vibrator and hugged me tightly shaking and sobbing in my arms; “Mommy, mommy, oh mommy …”
I hugged her spent body against mine, and like my husband always does to me after an orgasm, I slid my hand over her ass, poking my fingers in her throbbing holes for support.
My own vibrator was untiringly throbbing deep against my womb, the vibrations making my stomach pulse in anticipation, as I held my dear sobbing daughter to my chest.
Taking deep breaths, she was coming back from her climax, she reached down to my sopping wet pussy and cupped it around my intruder. With her mouth, she found the bulging nipple on top of my breast, and sucked on it.
An electrical connection was made instantly between my nipple and my clit, as she sucked on my nipple, my clit was going into overdrive. I took hold of the beast throbbing deep in me and, as only a mature woman knows, pushed it right against that spot that always makes fireworks.
It was my turn to wail in my daughter’s arms, I didn’t hold back.
She sucked on my tit, she pulled on my clit, but as I started voicing my pleasure she silenced me with her mouth.
She gave me a kiss and then more, exploring my screaming mouth with hers she took me to the next level, breathing through my nose I thrashed in her arms, she took a hold of the dildo and pounded me with it as she threw her weight over me, pinning me to the bed.
I grabbed her tightly and held on to her while I rode the waves of my climax.
As it passed my arms fell limp to the bed beside us, Annie rolled over next to me and whispered in my ear, “I love the way you cum, I want to make you cum again.”
“As often as you want dear, I’m here for you, my mouth, my pussy, my ass, are all there for you, however you want me, whenever you want me, for as long as you want me.” I whispered back to her.
“What about daddy? Can I have him?” she asked anxiously.
“That, honey is his call, but if you give yourself to him, he certainly will give himself to you.”
“You know that I want to fuck him, don’t you?” She asked still anxious.
“We are all family, why should a little sex stand in the way of our happiness.” I replied giving her a hug and a kiss.
Mark found us in the shower, having watched us having sex in our bed on his phone.
Without so much as a word he threw off his clothes and joined us.
Annie and I took turns washing his big muscular body, each taking his cock and balls in our hands over and over. Annie was the first one to take him in her mouth, still under the spray of water.
Even with her hair wet and slicked over from the shower, she was beautiful, kneeling in front of her father tits out, pussy up for the taking, and her pretty mouth around his cock.
From round his back I held his cock out for her to suck on, he held her head as she commanded the speed of his thrusts.
She gaged as he filled her mouth with seed, but was at her best in no time, she sucked and consumed everything that he had to offer her, and then when he pulled her up on her feet he kissed her, long and passionate.
He had gotten her, I was now left to get Adam.
Sincerely,
Cocksucking cumslut Mother.
