Family Attraction
Svetlana Mega
Family Attraction
Svetlana Mega
Taboo Dreams
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Lustfull Night
There is more space between houses where we reside in the county. Although we aren't very far from town, being twenty feet away from our nearest neighbors gives us more privacy than being five feet away. In the summer, I like to let the breeze in via the open window. Although I have had a few reprimands for it, I truly do not think that any of us are truly terrified of being robbed.
Even if I have trouble sleeping, I have three male guardians who will protect me from any harm. My mother, on the other hand, thinks she's an expert on self-defense—even though, as far as I can tell, she learns everything she knows about the subject from television.
My age is twenty. Despite the fact that it's unfortunate that I'm still living at home with my parents, I've decided to focus on my studies instead of looking for a job because of the recession. The fact that our house was paid off is probably the only reason my parents are able to support my two brothers and myself. Even though they think we should leave, I guess I'm still here since I have no idea what I want to do with my life.
There are two younger brothers in my family than me. My mother's "baby" is seventeen years old, while the older one is nineteen. My father had to undergo surgery after difficulties arose with the delivery of Jacob, even though she had intended to have another girl. Their regular sex life is unaffected by this, as far as I know.
There are moments when I wonder whether this is where it all started since I know too much about my parents' sexual lives: Their room is right next to mine, so I can hear pretty much everything that goes on in theirs. Every single thing. I have told them that I can hear every thing because I have lived here my entire life. Relocating my bed to a different part of the room is my exclusive choice. They tried to keep quiet when they knew I could hear them.
On the other hand, the event that sets the stage for this narrative happened on the evening of March 26, 2011, when I was twenty years old.
I always grab my laptop from my desk when I can't sleep, and that's exactly what happened here. Although I don't typically love porn (though I can't help but find it interesting in a dull "Look at that!" kind of way), I do like erotica and decided to visit a favorite site to peruse their offerings. If I want to completely wear myself out in an instant, my only surefire option is an orgasmic experience. But going to bed after masturbating every night was boring.
I was about to accept the fact that I would never become hot enough to get out of my jammies when I heard urgent beeping from across the room. I looked at the clock. Four A.M. Being up late was disappointing for me because I prefer to go to bed at midnight. Typically, I've been in bed by two in the morning, even on days when I can't seem to find anything to interest me.
On the other side of the wall, I could hear my dad's words, and I started to wonder if I should start seeing pornographic images again because of my apparent desensitization.
Assuming he was prepared to shower and get out the door for work, I chose to be silent. I really did not want him to come in here and discover that I was looking for porn. "I simply did not" mean it. Catching a girl spying is humiliating enough; the act of spying itself is embarrassing enough.
"Whaaa?" My mother is muttering something. She still hadn't woken up completely. Right up until she left for her office job, I thought she typically slept until seven. Even though he put in more time at the office, my dad preferred working four or ten hour days over the standard eight or twelve.
"Jas, would you handle my morning woody, please?" Chestnut skin turned white on me. I am ashamed. Will they actually go?
My mother rolled over on the bed, and then there was some more shifting and a little groaning from the mattress springs. Afterwards, a small, low-pitched gasp escaped. Separated from my father, my mother was striking him. I was awake and unaware of it.
I was worried they might be sneaking it in whenever it was quiet. There was nothing to muffle the little sounds of my mother polishing my father's dick at four in the morning, when everyone should have been sleeping.
Slurping was audible. Slurping, creaking, and the damp sound of my dad's prick were all heard. What was it like to wake up every day knowing that someone will be there to meet your needs?
When I was in high school, I tried to blow my boyfriend's head off once. Nothing had ever been done to either of us before. There was no way I could make him happy, and he was too timid to offer me any advice. As a virgin twenty-something, I had never heard or witnessed a penis spew its salty load—all I had ever done was watch videos online.
My dad, on the other hand, was groaning and grunting, and if his initial quiet was any indicator, I was in for a treat this morning—the sound of a guy shooting his load. I felt myself becoming damp, so I couldn't resist.
No one liked to consider their parents performing the act, so the idea never occurred to me. But they weren't having sexual relations, and I was exhausted and drenched. I felt an additional rush in my pussy with each moan he emitted. It was completely incorrect. As mischievous as can be. Nevertheless, the thought kept crossing my mind: "I wish I could do that to someone." In order to elicit such a sound of protest from them. It was sounding fantastic. So, I figured I might as well just get on with it. With a gentle touch, I shut the lid of my laptop and removed my pajamas.
I wore a pair of PE shorts from my high school days that still fit and an old, extra-large tee that belonged to my dad. The shorts were my first priority. As previously mentioned, I enjoy doing so, thus I opted to retain the shirt. I heard him, and there's no use in being too chilly while I remove my rocks.
I can't imagine I would have slept through my dad's mumbling; it had gotten to the point where he had clearly given up trying to be silent. Mom was being encouraged by him:
"Ah, I see, Jas. Give me a ball massage, please. I can't believe we've neglected this for the past week. (It is understandable that he was unable to remain silent.) "Fuck, oh baby, that's right."
I skipped taking down my jeans and bra. Simply removing the cotton and dipping a finger from my left hand into my pussy were my actions. I was drenched. Unless I stimulated myself for a long time beforehand, I don't think I've ever been so wet. As my middle finger glided in and out, I felt a rush of pleasure while simultaneously listening to my mother slurp, my daddy's moaning from across the room, and the sound of my own moist, squelching finger. It was my deepest wish that they weren't paying attention to what I was saying.
I let out a gasp as I slid another finger into my pussy as my right hand started to operate on my clitoral area. I clenched my jaw after that. I needed to move quickly and be silent if I wanted to avoid being caught.
A little pop was heard. I stopped the fingers from going inside my pussy but maintained pressure on my clitoral area, moving in a circling motion.
"Oh God, Jasmine, what the hell?" When I realized it, I halted.
"Rick," my mom replied, "you make too much noise."
I promise to be very discrete if you let me cum, Jasmine. Give me permission to mess up.
"Say Please."
My father's response was audible to me, but I could only make out the low rumble of his voice. I immediately detected a low, muted moan, so he must have given up. I got back to moving after my pussy gurgled. Even now, I could feel the throb of my heart and the onset of an orgasmic sensation. I attempted to quicken the process by breathing more rapidly. However, I wished it would never end since it was that pleasant. Having the greatest orgasm of my life was on the line, but I was also terrified that my parents would catch me.
Across the room, someone let out a series of brief gasps before letting out a loud, guttural grunt. As soon as I heard the sound, I knew my father had cum. Knowing that his jerk had spilled his jism into my mom's mouth made my whole body freeze. As my right hand persisted in pressing against my clitoral region, I contorted my back, curled my toes, and tensed my legs on the desk chair. After a while of feeling my vagina round my fingers, I stopped caring about getting them in and out. It was an orgasmic experience for me. Honestly, I'd never experienced an orgasm like that before.
...
Upon turning over on the bed, Jasmine gently brushed a small amount of her husband's sperm from the side of her mouth. Instead of smiling, she merely moaned and rolled over. Rick wore a smile on his face as he gently cupped his own balls. He remarked, "That was fantastic, Jas.
"My heart is absolutely weary, my darling. "Start working."
"Jas, please. You shouldn't act like way. The pain in Rick's face was real. Without a doubt, he adored his wife. "I could return the favor."
“Perhaps this evening. "I need to get some sleep so I can feel my best," she stated softly.
He gently caressed her, planting a kiss on her cheek. I merely desire your happiness, my darling. Your morning sessions are sorely missed.
Even though Jasmine was only partially awake at the time, that did make her smile. "I do too, but I get so tired when I haven't slept through the night."
Robot whispered, "Jas," and beckoned her to return. We can figure out a way to make it work, Jas, my darling. I can feel your exhaustion, my love.
Eventually, she managed to sit up. Her husband wasn't one for using pet names for reasons other than sex. "Maybe we should have a date night." He then offered her some space to think about it while he observed her matching pajamas and bedhead.
...
Beyond the wall, I could still make out their murmurs. Perhaps they were merely chatting. I was too weak to walk, so I gingerly slipped from the desk chair and crawled over to the wall, where I put my ear to listen. Focus was restored to the voices.
With the kids around all the time, it can be difficult to keep up with everything that needs doing around here. Sorry, but I just don't believe we can fit in a date night. I know you're dying for it, though. At the end of each day, I feel really exhausted.
"But this is our intimate life, Jas, my darling. We must not allow it to evaporate. Oh my! (They seemed OK to me.)
Maybe you might look for a new place to work first thing in the morning; if you'll let me sleep in before work, I'll be more energized to help you. Rick, I've been so exhausted recently. (???)
"Jasmine, I'm not going to see another lady." I love you." (Of course! Very commendable!
"Funny, I seem to remember..."
But you were there, Jas. You have no idea how committed I am to staying in this marriage. To put it simply, I adore you!
"Oh, my darling, I also love you, Richard! I couldn't have been more clear... No need to weep, my darling. "Nah, never!" Never before had I witnessed my father sob. Even though I couldn't see him at the moment, it was nonetheless shocking. His tears flowed freely. How does my mom feel about this?
"Richard, I was just thinking that maybe—well, I don't want you to take this the wrong way—but maybe, dear, Sara could help you with your morning woody."
Who, me?
After my dad showered, he said he would give my mom's proposal some thought before heading to work. For a split second, I considered intervening as I heard him making his way down the corridor. However, it was not the case for me. How do I let him know? No, daddy. "That's wrong," or perhaps "Please, Daddy, I want to know what it's like to make a man cum..." And what would I say about either of them? Do you think I meant one of them? Why? I may have meant both! I was at a loss for choice. Does it mean I could? I mean, I totally trusted my dad.
Having an affair was never a possibility for me in the past. I was aware that some people found erotica appealing from reading it, but... Never before had the idea of my parents having sex aroused my interest, but that night I overheard them in their bedroom.
My mom, what on earth was she thinking? It was as if she had just offered me a sex act! By my side, my dad!
I don't mind that you didn't ask... I know Mom thinks my brothers and I don't pitch in, but it's been years since she last cleaned the house! Are we wasting our time and energy?
However, I needed to get some sleep because I was exhausted and bewildered. It might never happen if my dad was against the plan. All I could do was pray it didn't lead to my parents' split. Although my brothers and I were not working, we were financially secure due to our two parents' support and our attendance at school. I despise contemplating the potential outcomes.
Which is why I turned in for the night. Quit mulling it over.
... Jasmine turned off the second alarm at 6:30 in the morning. She got out of bed and got her showering gear ready. She peed in the ensuite and rinsed off in the shower first thing in the morning because she knew her youngest would still be in the main bath. After returning home, she would wash her hair and shave in the tub. She longed to feel alert again.
Even after last night, she remained adamant. Actually, her enthusiasm for the concept seemed to be growing.
In other words, they were adults. Nothing bad will happen. In a little while, even her infant son Jacob would be an adult. His birthday fell on April 3rd. He was a charming young man, full of kindness and generosity. She occasionally found it bothersome that he never brought his buddies home. Ultimately, he remained a minor. It was alright if he was uncomfortable inviting strangers over.
There was no timidity in William, the middle child. He occasionally invited his buddies over, but not recently, and he never did it for any of the girls he dated. In fact, she was concerned about that aspect. At 19 years old, he sported an incredible grin and was in immaculate physical condition. Of course every mother thinks her kids are great, but I truly believe my kids are amazing and deserving of love.
Because Sara normally didn't get up until right before Jasmine left, or even later, Jasmine smoked outside in the morning (because she thought a house that smelled like cigarettes was low class) and then went inside to speak with Sara. Even though Sara's daughter was just 5 feet, 5 inches tall, everyone in Rick's family was on the petite side. There was no way around it. The way Rick's big, plump lips, dark eyes, and thick, dark hair matched her daughter's, Jasmine could see why others constantly commented they looked so similar. Rick, the man who had cheated on her but turned out to be a great spouse, was a constant presence in her life, and the children bore a striking resemblance to him. Fantastic, indeed.
As she lay on the bed, Sara's eyes scanned the room for the entrance. Her breath was rapid and labored as she pulled the covers closer to her chest.
"Did I scare you again?"
"Yeah, Mom, try not to open the door so loudly."
After a small laugh, Jasmine crossed her arms and sat down on the bed. "Are you no longer wearing a bra?" I said it before; a bra is required for sleep. You risk sagging as you age if you don't.
"I'm wearing it." It was merely astonishment.
"Show!" In response to Jasmine's demand, her daughter grudgingly removed a black strap from her T-shirt and presented it as proof. Nobody can persuade you otherwise; you need one. There's more than enough room for you to droop when you're a C cup.
Sara reattached the strap, nodded, and made a noise that didn't commit her. For Jasmine, that was the amount of confirmation she had hoped for.
She started to say, "Sara, you really aren't pulling your weight around here," but stopped herself after seeing her daughter's face become white. "I know you try hard, but there are so many little things to do around here, and I can't do all of them."
Sara kept quiet even though she knew her mother did not partake in these things. Everything about our chat was quite ordinary.
Both your dad and I think you should pitch in more, so we'll assign you something else to do. Upon our return home, we will go more into the topic. Is that so?" "Jasmine said," she replied. Of course, there was only one possible response based on her tone.
Nodding, Sara gave the signal.
In solitude, I questioned my own thoughts. Did Dad already give her a call to let her know that he had decided? Mom seemed to be acting more like she was free to do as she pleased in response to the situation. I was aware that my dad preferred to deliberate over important matters. So what if it wasn't big to ask your daughter to blow you a kiss?
I agreed, though I didn't wait for her to clarify her desires before I did so.
If I had declined, I don't know what would have occurred. She threatened to spank me if I didn't mop the floor correctly, and her eyes were narrowed in the same way they had been when I was a child. What gives you the right to expect your own daughter to obey your husband? This is her goal, I know it for sure. Was she able to avoid punishment?
Disoriented, I headed for the bathroom sink. It was unclear to me whether I was a coward. How much was this? My nipples stood up in the hot water as I lathered up. Surely I would like this. I really want this if last night was that much fun.
As soon as William rapped on the door, I dove out of the pool. Just like my mom, I'm helpless in the face of his wrath when the temperature drops too low. When it comes to our father and Jacob, I get along better. My dad...
I take William's automobile to school every day. Even though we're stuck in this clunker, it's all been worthwhile. Our parents usually get home around four, and we get back from class about an hour before they do. Jacob's bus comes just after that. Normally, the three of us would whip up a snack, but I was in the mood to skip breakfast. The idea of what might happen when my dad got home made me feel a little uncomfortable, and my will to tough it out had faded.
As I made my way to my room, Jacob trailed after. Being forced to share a room with William was something that he deeply disliked. In order for him to have some space, he incessantly suggested that we leave.
"Are you sure you don't want any ramen, Sis?"
"Yeah, I don't feel so good."
"I could get you a couple," he said. Quite generous. His strongest suit. If only you knew, my brother, that I was really anticipating a come full of pee. I felt queasy as my cunt surged from the guilt. Doing it myself would have been easier, but I was also considering taking a nap in the hopes that I was completely mistaken.
"If I don't pitch in, William won't be happy," I said, and I'm going to bed. But I am grateful nonetheless. I sat on the coverlet after closing the door behind me.
It was as if I didn't know what to do. It looked like Dad was in charge. Wanted me, was he? Needed him? The sound of his groan made me think, "What did his face look like when she was doing that to him?" back when I was a kid.
My body started to overheat, so I figured I might as well try to snooze during the half an hour of quiet I had left.
... Rick and Jasmine regrouped and entered the house together. She gazed at him hopefully as he kissed her on the cheek.
Asking, "Well?" was Jasmine's question.
Hmm, I'm not sure. I need to give it more consideration. What will be the consequences for her if she declines?
The parent is you, Richard," Jasmine scolded. The kid is her. Doesn't she have to pay to live here?
Then Rick gave a little nod.
"Well, then she should earn her place." She doesn't even have a job, really. She must be really oblivious!
"Jas, the girl has feelings."
Just like you, I do. Hey Woody, how was your morning?
For Rick, this constituted the issue. Throughout the day at the office, Rick's headache persisted, and he couldn't help but wonder:
Can he? Was he willing to take the risk? Having fun with his own spawn? A beautiful, curvy twenty-year-old, she had a kind demeanor. She remained so timid that she didn't even come out and say it until she was fifteen years old, even though she could hear them making out behind her bedroom wall. It was obviously audible to her the entire time. There was no need to worry about her weight; her figure was curvaceous and healthy. She was delicate. She had to have been so tight, my goodness. She hasn't been in a serious relationship since she was a teenager, and she's only twenty years old. How timid. She seems incredibly slim.
He was certain he could convince his daughter to let him fuck her tight, moist cunt, but he had considered the possibility that his wife wouldn't. Deception was something she detested. So he made up his mind:
I see your point. Rest is essential for your well-being. As they stepped into the house, he grinned down at his wife and embraced her.
As the living room's volume was turned up high, Jacob watched Avatar: The Last Airbender on television. He paid no attention to the fact that it was a children's program. It was to his liking.
Jacob wasn't taken aback when his parents entered the room through the open kitchen door. At 4:10 in the afternoon. Right on the nose. Their camaraderie was palpable. Jacob couldn't help but notice his father's erection in his dress pants as he had his arm around Mom.
In such settings, an erection could not be hidden. Silently making their way down the hall, they seemed to have a mission. Jacob stepped up and turned up the TV's volume.
... Upon her parents' arrival, Sara was still lying in bed. She sits up straightaway. She made her announcement by saying, "I overheard you two discussing me last night."
Unfazed, Jasmine arched an eyebrow. The entire length of Richard's face, from his brow to his ears, turned red. For a brief second, all three of them exchanged glances. A knot had formed in Sara's neck, and her parents were thinking frantically about it.
Then Jasmine spoke up. "Yes, my darling?" Tell me what I just heard.
"I heard you tell Dad that I could deal... eh?" The knot still wasn't completely gone.
"With his morning woody," Jasmine completed. A furious nod was given by Sara.
Slowly, the blood that had gushed into Rick's face found its way back to his member. Did she feel anxious or elated? He wished she was interested. He thought he had messed up and adjusted himself slightly in his slacks, but his daughter's eyes as wide as adom. The father's attention moved from his daughter to himself. Was it what his baby wanted? Her timidity was endearing, really. He had the audacity to think that she might be practically unharmed.
Oh, darling. It seemed like the ideal answer, and you should pitch in a little more. Jasmine started. Upon seeing that her daughter was staring intently at her father's bulge, she ceased her attempts at explanation. Jasmine promptly plopped herself down on a bedside corner after her pussy overflowed. Sara, would you like to take your daddy's cock? She whispered the question.
As she writhed on the bed, Sara's gaze remained fixed on her father's member. There was a noticeable and expanding bulge in the fabric.
She had heard from a boyfriend that being confined to jeans was a horrible experience. It seemed to her that the dress pants were perfect.
"Don't worry, my darling. Touch his dick, daddy says. I mean, really, Dad?
At last Rick had managed to separate himself from Sara long enough to gaze at Jasmine. As she rubbed herself against the corner of the mattress and played with her daughter-free DD cup breasts, she was clearly having fun.
"Yes," Rick responded to Jasmine. "Daddy wants his little girl to touch his cock."
Her mother was getting a thrill out of it, and Sara had no idea. Her sole focus was on her father's privates. As she licked her lips, she noticed her father's erection quivering in his jeans.
She spoke forward and said, "Daddy, I really want your cock." After this, Rick's attention returned to his daughter. In one corner, her mother was caressing her breasts as she sat on the lengthy edge of the twin mattress. Sara's flawlessly shaped breasts were just a C cup. Although they remained a bit of a nuisance, they would never interfere with his pleasure for her. Oh my goodness, if her little kitten was anything like her mom's, then...
Rick moved in closer proximity to his daughter. She smiled at him from her position on the edge of the mattress, her attention finally shifting from his cock to his face. Subsequently, she unbuckled his belt using her significantly smaller hands compared to her mother's. Sighing, Rick watched as she licked her lips. Just how far would his wife allow this to slide? Her intervention in this case was pretty cunning! She being there didn't make him sad. He had a feeling she enjoyed watching.
As Sara turned to check that her bedroom door was shut, she caught a glimpse of her mother. On the edge of the bed, she writhed, her hands climbing her shirt. She wore her bra with an asymmetrical design that allowed her fingers to touch her nipples, but she hadn't removed it. Even though Sara didn't feel surprised, I should have been. After making sure the door was indeed closed, she returned her attention to her father.
Sara delicately undid the dress pants buttons of her father. Feeling beneath her fingertips was the tip of his penis, just under the waistband. She was panting heavily and her body was drenched. Her father was left in a pair of simple blue boxer briefs when she undid the pants' zipper and lowered them. Rick, eager to fully immerse himself in the experience, began unbuttoning his own dress shirt.
Sara got out of bed and knelt down in front of her dad. Cradling his hips, she pressed her face against his manhood while kneeling down.
"Ugh!" he moaned. "Mm," he murmured as he ran his fingers through her hair, captivated by her innocence and sweetness. Very much not a slut. Sure, I'm horny, but I'm not a slut. "Baby, have you done this before?"
Stephie raised an eyebrow at him. "I made an attempt once, Dad. I'm done.
He didn't want to upset her, so Rick refrained from pressing the matter. "Do you want me to tell you how I like it, sweetie?"
While he was in his room completing his homework, William realized he had to go the restroom.
Going to the left down the hall was all it took for a short journey. Upon opening the door, he observed that Jacob had the television set to a very loud setting. Wasn't there any thought on his part? However, William needed to get his work done because he was considering going on a couple dates this weekend and didn't want to waste time.
The sound was muted as people emerged from the restroom. William then became aware of groaning. He could hear a man's grunt coming from his sister's bedroom.
Everything about it felt unlikely. His sister's reputation for being "cold" had preceded her in high school; with their parents' constant presence, she undoubtedly lacked the guts to invite a man home.
The raucous descent into lunacy on the television had resumed, and William resolved that he would uncover the brazen individual responsible for invading Sara's privacy and engaging in intimate relations with her. He moved stealthily in the direction of the door and leaned his ear on the frame. In other words, he paid attention.
As Rick looked on, his daughter's head fluttered, and he watched his wife remove her blouse and bra. Her ample bosom rested on her sturdy but somewhat unsupported chest. In her sexual encounters, she now hardly takes her bra off. I must emphasize that she was adamant about "preserving the goods." Watching her daughter undress in her father's underwear, however, revealed her bare and bulging breasts. She savored the naughtiness of the scene.
Sara prepared to breach the line she had mentally drawn while Jasmine watched.
Just by looking at her father's shape in his cotton briefs, she could tell that his dick was thick, and she was about to see it. Impressively thick. Could her lips possibly fit around that? Compared to the youngster she had let into her mouth, he was little. That lad really wasn't particularly big. But the prick on her father's finger was particularly sharp, and the moment she ran her fingers over it through the fabric, she knew she had to have it. She might not be content to just speak it.
"Hey there, sweetie. Pleasure him by sucking his cock. Quit making fun of me.
Seeing him, Sara grinned. She approached him and whispered, "Daddy," as she placed her hands on his brief elastic. "I will." As she delicately drew the waistband down over her father's pelvis, she reveled in the sight of his alluring penis. She let her father step out after dropping the handkerchief on his thighs.
Rick had a big cock that was approximately five inches in length. Following a brief period of observation, Sara extended her hand and firmly grabbed her father's member at the base. She was limited to touching her middle finger with her thumb. Another grin spread across her face, this time it was cock-directed.
Please, Sara, honey. Being taunted is just intolerable when you're this old.
It made Sara giggle. Even at 45 years of age, her father was young. Yes, she did think that was a little unfair. She reached over with her left hand and started massaging his balls. "Ugh!" he moaned.
She asked her father quietly, "Daddy, does that feel good?" as she caressed his member.
You are so kind to me, my darling. Would you mind licking Daddy's cock?
In accordance, Sara removed her moist tongue from the underside of his cock and trailed it up to his head. After that, she sucked on the bloated head, circling it with her tongue while Rick let out a sound of exasperation.
"Baby, after you get me nice and coated in your saliva, I want to go in your mouth." Gathering her locks on either side of her face, he massaged them once more. No detail was going to elude him.
Your mouth is so hot, Sara. Getting me in all the way shouldn't be a concern. Oh, sure, honey, just keep caressing me in that manner as you work. Oh, my.
Astonishment swept over William. Just how could this happen? Yes, it was. It was incorrect. By having an affair with his sister, his father had betrayed his mother. His own erection proved that it was hot and ludicrous, but true. William felt bad, but it was so mischievous to think of his sister, who is known to be very stiff, using her father's hard on. Wow, what a pig!
The possibility of William convincing Sara to insert his own dick into her mouth was a mystery to William. To him, his father's adultery provided the ideal opening. So, if his dad could cheat on Sara, he should give William half of the spoils.
How did her figure look? His mind raced with questions as he fumbled for the doorknob. The girl was quite cautious; she would always swim in an extra-large T-shirt and bring clothing to change into before getting in the shower.
How would she feel if she kissed his cock?
... I tried to run away as soon as I heard the door knob turn, but Daddy was holding on tight and wouldn't let go, no matter how caught we were. In my attempt to express my disapproval, I gurgled against his member while he kept me in that position.
No, my darling, it's alright. He told me to keep going. I was turned away from both my mom and the door, so I couldn't tell what was happening, but I could hear her shifting on the bed. I lingered on my father's member for a brief period as my heart began to pound in a manner unrelated to my enjoyment. Eventually, he pushed my head back down the shaft with his hands.
With my hands trembling and a sense of "What now?" permeating my mind, I returned to my work, convinced that the universe would punish me for letting this happen. I don't know how to describe...
My mother's words, "Oh Willy, come in," made me tense up.
Some sound like groaning, as if she were caressing herself, escaped my memory. My heart sank. Was my brother also invited by her to join in on this? I was aware of Dad's involvement. The idea that I could become the male breadwinner in this household was completely foreign to me. That was something I protested.
I was fine with my dad; he never and would never put any kind of pressure on me. Already terrified of the repercussions, William was being demanding.
I'm sorry I failed to forewarn you, my love. Something about this felt impromptu.
In reaction to her, I tried to back away, but my dad clenched my head and moaned. My mom went on from there.
You could also have your sister suck on your cock if you so choose. It seems like your dad really digs her.
My jaw clenched, and my dad halted the delicate rocking of his pelvis in my direction. "My darling, I'm OK. No need to tense up. Even while his reassuring petting of my hair helped, I couldn't help but be aware of William and Mom standing silently behind me.
Really, Sara, my darling. "We will not harm you," my father assured me. "Let's try something different."
Humming into his cock—something I hadn't attempted before—was my way of mumbling my agreement, even if I wasn't entirely sure. As soon as I sensed his thighs contracting, I knew I had him. Whatever horrible person I was turning out to be, I was good at it.
"Ms. Sara, just keep your neck loose. Alright, I'll tilt your head in your direction. Keep your focus on licking and smacking Daddy's cock.
He had an itch to scratch my face! Instead of reading all that erotica, my pussy clenched, and I pondered why the idea hadn't occurred to me before.
I thought, "This is so good." as his hold on my head relaxed and he gently pulled me further onto his cock. The broad shaft glided in with ease, and I imagined the sensation as it reached my inside organs. Although I had never engaged in sexual activity before, I had a feeling it would be completely different than using my fingers.
I thought William was removing his own cock since I heard a zipper behind us. I might have also desired that one. After all, he would inevitably experience another erection in due course. Was I now a slut?
"That is a very attractive cock, William. So ungainly and lengthy. "I bet the girls really enjoy that," my mom whispered. I pondered whether she desired him as well. Without a doubt, incest was not an issue for her.
What your sister is doing is nothing new; she's been doing it for some time now. Her clothing must be drenched. After she finishes with your father, you should assist her in stripping so that she can feel accomplished.
I could feel him approaching at any moment as my pussy constricted once again. I jumped a bit, though, and Daddy growled at me because I was startled by the sensation of his breath on my neck and his hands on my waist.
"Do what makes you happy, but keep this quiet. My daughter has given me my first blow job, and I am going to enjoy it.
"Yessir," William whispered from behind me as he reached out to touch my breasts. For the second time, I moaned into my father's cock, and he returned the sound. My father's cock was fucking my face faster and faster when William tugged a nipple through my bra, and I was soon moaning steadily around it. I could feel his muscles tensing up all of a sudden. I braced myself regardless of his lack of warning, and he arrived soon after.
I reasoned that I could perhaps ingest it all because I had prepared ahead of time. Unfortunately, I was unable to prevent the salty liquid from dripping across my chin to a certain extent. He had a salty flavor, but I was growing to enjoy it with every spurt of his cock.
Suddenly, it was over, and my dad let go of my head with a moan. As his cock slid out, it produced a popping sound; I moistened my lips to contain the spilling.
I undressed for William and let out another loud moan, this time with my freed jaw.
... Jasmine motioned for her husband to come to the bed as Sara undressed. She knelt down and cleaned his cock by sucking it into her mouth as he sat down. Still sensitive, he let out a small grunt as he saw his daughter struggle with her bra catch as William, who was already nude, attempted to shove her to the ground while fumbling with her jeans button.
"I want to be the first to fuck her," remarked the man. He didn't come back, though his cock did twitch slightly. He was aware that his age was showing in his frustration.
"Alright, honey," Jasmine said in response. Be careful not to hurt her, William. Prior to you, your dad gets to fuck her. My darling, you can't look at me that way.
As though it were his daughter spitting daggers at his wife, Rick couldn't help but giggle. Rick was once again aroused as he observed his son encircle a small, pink nipple while her bra was finally removed, revealing her slender waist and C-cup breasts. As his daughter disregarded her mother's warnings and buried her brother's head in her breast, his wife's expression grew progressively more relaxed.
While paying close attention to Sara's nipples, William struggled to remove her jeans, which she still had on. When he finally gave in, she lowered her hand to wrap around his cock, and he began to pump it as she struggled in her tight pants and moaned for him to nibble on her nipples.
Jasmine abruptly announced, "I have an idea." It appeared insignificant that the woman was still topless, as her own dress pants bore a damp spot from where she had been touching herself. "Rick, get off the bed, honey."
Jasmine went to her children and warned Sara, "Sara, baby, get up on the bed where you can be more comfortable." Rick agreed. Sara was on the bed, Rick was staring at his daughter's breasts, and Jasmine got down on one knee to remove her daughter's clothes. William, meanwhile, was rubbing his 6-inch cock.
Sara attempted to cover herself awkwardly because her panties came off in the jeans. As she delicately withdrew her hand to expose her moist, swollen pussy lips, the two males emitted a collective moan of disappointment. There was a little friction in her pants that irritated her, and her clitoral area was swollen.
"Willy, have you ever had a sixty-nine?" “What do you think?” Jasmine inquired.
"Yeah, Mom, a couple times."
"Your dad will fuck her first, but still, you should have a sixty-nine with your sister."
Sara quickly rolled over onto her side as William leaped for the bed in response to the comments spoken. Quickly, William let out a sound of pleasure as his sister licked his cock; he then drew her leg over his shoulder to have access to her cunt.
After realizing Rick was free, Jasmine finally voiced her dissatisfaction with the lack of male attention she was receiving. Rick dutifully removed her undergarments and dress pants before shoving her into the hairy carpet. He leaned down between her legs as she spread her legs wide, gently sucking her clitoris as he drove his pointer and middle finger into her dripping cunt.
With a murmured "Oh, Rick, I am so glad you agreed to this," she inserted them between thrusts.
With a laugh, Rick let out a sound. "Well, I wasn't sure what I was getting into."
"But do you like it?"
"Yes, I like it."
Distracted, the two failed to notice William's groaning on the bed, a sound that would later be identified as his arrival. Seeing an opportunity to survey their offspring, the parents stood up from the floor. William had seized his sister's head and was attempting to jam his member into her mouth to the fullest extent. Attempting not to gag on her brother's pulsating penis, Sara squirmed heroically, seeking attention for her briefly neglected cunt.
Although it was smaller in circumference compared to his father's, William anticipated her acceptance of his one-inch longer cock. Grunting, he used her hair to screw her face, mimicking their father's motions. "Please, open up so I can cum in your goddamn throat," he pleaded.
He was gently caressing his member as his children hummed wildly at each other's faces, a sign that Rick had finally achieved the recuperation he had feared would never come. Knowing his daughter was probably driving William insane with her moans, he couldn't help but smile when he overheard her.
The sound of William's cock swooping in and out of Sara's throat rendered any other response, such as a moan, entirely inaudible.
Jess chuckled. "Baby, Mommy will deep throat you."
William tensed up, and it seems his mother's offer was sufficient to cause him to direct his discharge directly to his sister's throat, regardless of the fact that she was still gagging around his erection. Much of William's youthful sperm dripped from Sara's mouth, across her face, and onto the coverlet as she desperately attempted to swallow while he continued to fuck her mouth.
William released Sara's head, and she spittle out his partially used cock while she was coughing and screaming. Smiling, he gave his sister a firm smack on the behind. Despite her continued sputtering, she wriggled. Because she had been left midway through her attempt, she was becoming increasingly desperate as she still hadn't cummed.
"William, I implore you. Bring out my vagina. She simply wanted to cum, she moaned.
"You scumbag. Would you even consider me?
Yes, I did my best. A cock has never previously been shoved down my throat. Willy, I simply want to cum! Please!
"Very well," Rick cut in. I'm satisfied. Once again, I am in a state of erection, and I am more than happy to oblige the woman. Your mom made an offer, Willy. "Did you want her or not?"
Without wasting any time, Willy got out of bed and headed straight to his mom. With a smile on her face, Jasmine knelt down before her son. "Let's have some fun together."
According to Rick, his daughter should lie on her back. Suddenly, Sara acquiesced since she was more aroused than before. Her anxiety was so intense that she clutched her thighs together; it wasn't until her father joined her on the bed that she finally started to unwind.
"Baby, are you still a virgin?"
Sara whispered something like, "Um... yes..." during her response.
"Call me Daddy, Sara. It turns me on so much when you call me Daddy."
"Yes, Daddy." Sara felt an intense surge of pleasure and questioned her limits. Her pussy was throbbing from all the blow jobs her father and brother had given her earlier, as well as the brief oral stimulation her brother had given her.
"You know that this will probably hurt, but Daddy's going to try to make it easy on you, sweetheart."
"Daddy, I'm still a virgin, but I don't have a hymen anymore. I did away with it."
Confused, Rick wanted to know what she meant.
"Well, Daddy, I broke it with the handle of my hair brush."
"You did it, baby?"
"Yes, Daddy. I get so very horny. Please, I trust you. Make me cum, Daddy."
Rapidly, Rick crawled over his daughter and began to massage her inner thighs while he licked on one of her nipples. She was quite excited to show him her legs.
In order to get between her legs, he raised one knee.
With a low groan, Sara started caressing her father's thigh with her cunt. She barely needed to tilt her hips to achieve the delightful friction she craved because her clitoral area was so engorged.
She writhed and moaned and humped wildly. As he continued to molest her firm breasts with both hands, Rick kissed her up to her neck, encouraging her.
"God, Sara, you are so hot and wet. Do you like that, baby?"
"Ooh yes, Daddy, I love it. I love you, Daddy. Fuck, it's so good."
...
When Jacob finished watching his morning cartoons, he turned off the TV and went to get his homework done in the time before mom came home. The constant interruptions from her, who insisted on dictating when he should hand in his assignments, became a major annoyance.
His attention was drawn to Sara's open door as he made his way down the corridor. It wasn't until he got closer that he noticed her gasping for air.
"Ooh yes, Daddy, I love it. I love you, Daddy. Fuck, it's so good."
Jacob became aroused at the sound of his sister's intense groaning and the sucking and squelching sounds emanating from the room. He crept closer, terrified.
Upon initially peering through the door, he was taken aback to find his sister absent. On the contrary, he observed his naked brother William leaning slightly back. While gently fucking their mother's face, he held her head and moaned. As she madly milked her own pussy, Jasmine's other hand was caressing her son's testicles.
In a low voice, Sara moaned, "Oh, Daddy, fuck me. Fuck me. Aah... Please!" Now that the TV was turned off, she was being too boisterous, but she and Rick were so absorbed in each other that they failed to notice anything else.
Jacob was standing in the doorway as Jasmine was turning to notify Rick after just realizing the TV was off and delicately separating herself from William.
With one hand she was holding William's balls and the other she was still with her fingers in her pussy. With a delicate pull, she released her fingers as she sensed her pussy contract.
She cautiously placed one finger—and then the other, which she had been using to frost herself—into her lips, her gaze fixed squarely on Jacob. She sucked all her pussy juice out of those fingers while slurping.
After then, she pressed one of her fingers to her mouth softly, hushed Jacob and William, who could tell their mother wasn't paying attention to them. William gave Jacob a knowing nod and smiled.
"You can do away with those pants, sweetie. Look, but don't touch. Your sister would be very upset," advised Jasmine. After that, she reinserted William's cock into her mouth and started sucking vigorously once more. From her periphery, she observed Jacob.
As Jacob stepped deeper into the room, he noticed his father watching Sara closely. Their lower bodies were intertwined, and his sister was desperately clinging to her father's leg.
While bragging to her ex-boyfriend a few summers back, Jacob caught a glimpse of his sister in a bikini.
It turned out that way. He had always been curious in her appearance, but nothing prepared him for the sight of her firm legs rubbing against his father's thigh and her white, white breasts being squeezed by his enormous hands.
"Daddy," she cried out in astonishment. "Oo Daddy I'm gonna cum. I'm going to cum all over your leg, Daddy. Aren't you going to fuck me, Daddy?"
With a laugh, Rick let out a sound. "I will, baby. I'll fuck your goddamn brains out. But I want you to come first. Are you going to cum for me, baby?"
Sara clenched her fists and moaned even louder in response. Jacob trudged out of the room.
It was no secret to him that William would sexually attack anything that moved, thus his behavior was predictable. He ignored his sister's pleadings and let her father penetrate her.
...
As he fucked his mother's face more forcefully, William stared at his sister. Her pussy swishing up and down Rick's calf made her moist sound, and she looked stunning. Jasmine had forsaken her son's balls and was now engrossed in self-pleasure, squeezing her nipples with one hand while her husband was invisible.
At last, Sara gasped. She slammed her pussy onto her dad's knee and arched her back, making a sound that was almost a scream. As Rick watched his daughter's eyes roll into her head, she bit into his back with her fingers. She froze for an instant, then shook against her dad to stimulate herself even more, causing her to scream once more.
When William showed up unannounced, his mother had little warning other than the fact that his cock had careened careening into her throat. While he spurted into her throat, William held her there, moaning. Afterwards, he waited for her to move away from him while she gasped and continued to frig herself.
Rick was now fully prepared. His daughter was also clearly prepared, given the condition of his leg.
She heaved her breasts against his chest as he held her close, and they both breathed in sync as she drew back from her coma. As she returned to him, his face, and his erection on her pelvis, her look transformed from one of blissful indifference to one of urgent want.
"Daddy, are you going to fuck me right now?" she inquired.
Rick hid his face as he adjusted himself between her legs and delicately pulled them up, saying, "Yes, baby." "Hold the backs of your knees, sweetie."
In response, Sara grinned and did as he asked. Rick couldn't help but grinned back at her. He knelt down and then kissed his daughter tenderly on the lips.
Sara experienced the warmth and tenderness of his kiss on her in a new way, as they had never kissed in a romantic capacity before. She playfully explored his mouth with her tongue as he joyfully engaged in self-pleasure. A master kisser, his father was.
Rick resumed his position, pressing his aching cock against his daughter's damp slit, and the kiss ended. Sara shook with fear as they both groaned. As he massaged his penis's head between her wet and puffy pussy lips, she groaned again, and he chuckled at her.
Despite his current limpness, William bravely made his way to the bedside to visit his father and sister. In the aftermath of her orgasmic breakthrough over Jacob, her baby!, he abandoned his mother on the floor, where she lay trembling.
Jacob was let in with the door ajar because of their negligence. But Jacob was in her plans; she would never be cock-deprived again if he got well almost as fast as William.
As Rick leisurely introduced his daughter to her slippery cunt, he chose to disregard his son William's presence. He was more desirable to Sara than her brother.
"Daddy, please don't tease me. I'm ready. Let me fuck you."
Rick groaned and continued to gently slide his cockhead between her moist pussy lips, even though his member trembled in reaction. Despite her efforts to buck, he persisted in restraining her. At last, Rick felt the little cunt tremble as he rubbed the underside of his member along her clitoris, sliding his entire member between her smooth pussyfolds. To get a better look at his daughter's face, he leaned over her.
"Call me Daddy again."
"Yes, Daddy?" she asked with a smile before letting out a low groan as Rick delicately pulled himself across her pussy lips, creating friction on her clitoral area but never lowering himself to the point where she could hump onto him.
"Sara. I want this to last. If you want Daddy's cock, then you need to let me do it my way. Agreed?"
"Yes, Daddy," Sara grooaned as she continued to attempt to hump Rick. Plus, Rick had no control over her humping him, but he was conflicted about stopping her because of the delightful friction her restricted motions created. He warned her to stay still because he knew her cunt would be even more delicious.
Rick reached for his member again, and as he leaned back slightly, he observed as he inserted its head into the dip in her pussylips. He delicately caressed her damp head from head to toe till it was completely covered. Subsequently, he observed as his enlarged member gradually began to enter his daughter's rectal area.
When Sara felt Rick's member finally settle on her door, she let out a small groan and a sigh. Biting her lower lip and holding her breath, she awaited her father's dick to slide into her enlarged vagina as he started to push. The sensation of the head gently extending her cunt caused her to gasp.
Within her, Daddy's dickey felt, if that's even possible, thicker. Compared to her hair brush, it was noticeably thicker.
Rick made a joke that Sara found hilarious, asking, "Did your brother really manage to get his fingers in here?" When Rick's cock popped into her pussy, the giggles changed into moans.
Squirming started with a "ooo!" purr from Sara. As per her request, Rick inserted his pulsating member within her, swaying back and forth centimeter by centimeter. With each fresh protrusion of her father's flesh, Sara moaned and whined. They could feel their sexes pulsating against one other, and she wanted to be filled so badly.
In spite of this, William moaned and started caressing his newest intimate partner. Jasmine observed their interaction. Sara wriggled against him, whining, and Jasmine was gratified as her husband put more of his rigid manhood inside the snugly fitting garments.
"Oh Daddy. Fuck me. You're so big."
"My darling, I'm nearly there," he proclaimed while maintaining eye contact with his member. In a single violent motion, he sunk the last inch of his cock into his daughter's innocent pussy as he intensified his pressure.
She let out another scream and seized her father's back, engulfing him in her embrace. "Fuck," she went on to say. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck."
Looking into Sara's eyes as she cried and groaned, Rick drove his cock back into her after gently withdrawing approximately one inch. As she pleaded with him to go on, she clutched her legs tightly.
"Fuck me, dad. I want you to fuck me."
Jasmine concurred; Sara was getting fucked by Rick at an alarming rate.
"Rick, fuck her hard. Fuck her brains out," Jasmine commanded, her voice tingling with want as she relived the image of her husband exerting his ample member on their relatively small daughter. Just like Rick, Jasmine stood at 5 feet, 8 inches. Stephi appeared diminutive beneath Rick's monstrous frame.
Rick felt a sharp tensing inside his daughter as he glanced across at his wife. He was terrified of yanking away from her too much because she was so tight and moist. Looking into his daughter's eyes, he felt the pull of her youthful vaginal area again, and he couldn't help but move.
Sara made a valiant effort to hump her father, but she was unable to gain leverage due to her leg limitations. They resumed their rhythmic ins and outs of her cunt after she wriggled to get him to move again.
Sara inquired, "Oo Daddy. You feel good. Does it feel good?"
"Yes, Baby. You're so tight. You like that?"
"Yes, Daddy. It's—oo—it's so good," Sara asserted, once again pressing her fingers into her father and letting out a groan.
With a gentle tap on the shoulder, Jasmine escorted William out of the room.
...
The prophet Jacob sat in the living room, scowling as he examined the bulge in his pants. A faint sound of approaching footfall echoed across the corridor.
Jasmine and William were both still shirtless. While sitting on the couch and playing with his cock, William nonchalantly entertained his mother. Jacob sat down at the far end of the sofa.
"We need to set some ground rules," Jasmine started, crossing her knees as she sat on the loveseat next to her. "Jacob, I'm planning a little party for your birthday, so don't get a head start. I haven't told your sister she's on birth control yet."
Jacob wanted to know if she had been dosed.
"Yes. I didn't expect you to find out about this now, but... She is rather vocal."
As he continued to pump his dick, William grinned and asked, "So I can fuck her, then?"
"Wait until tomorrow, baby. Your sister needs to get used to the idea."
William arched a deep scowl. With a mix of offense and jealousy, Jacob fixed his gaze on him. William had sexual desires toward their sister. Sara wasn't anything special to Jacob, but his desire was evident from the rigid member in his lounge shorts.
With a laugh, Jasmine straightened her legs. "William, come over here and fuck me. I need a decent fuck."
As he saunters over to beg his mom to roll over, William smiles. With a satisfied expression on her face, Jacob watched as she obediently obliged, throwing herself over the arm of the couch.
Jasmine giggled as she shook her posterior in the air. "Do you want to fuck your mommy doggie style? That'd be very naughty!"
As William approached his mother, Jacob remained motionless and watched as he grinned. Using one hand, he pushed Jasmine's back down even deeper. Caressing Jasmine's buttocks with his alternate hand. Her drenched state was evident to him.
William rewarded Jasmine's impatience by sliding his cock head into her pussy, and she humped back onto him.
"Fuck me already. I've been waiting a long time for this," Jasmine said, refusing to withdraw until William's hands rested on her hips.
The care that his mother provided did not disappoint William. Even though it wasn't as snug as his sister's, he still liked how it clung to his fingers and how slippery they were. Every one of them had been born from her with her cunt. After years of his father's burial here, William's turn has come. Everything in his mother's closet would be his.
After having cum twice, William felt he could handle fucking his mother hard and fast, and he soon had her squealing.
There was no necessity for silence, in Jasmine's opinion. There was no need to conceal herself; her sole child was around to see her intimate encounter, so there was no use in trying to restrict herself.
Jacob was enthralled once more, temporarily losing track of his sister as he observed his mother engaging in an intimate act with William.
Jacob considered his mother's vow and imagined that it wouldn't look that different, even though he knew she wasn't truly getting fucked in the ass.
She suggested that he celebrate his birthday with Sara if he so desired.
...
As his very thick cock pierced me for the umpteenth time, Daddy lay on top of me, gasping for air.
I felt like I wanted to keep going because it was just the two of us, there was complete certainty, and I couldn't imagine ever wanting anything else. I couldn't help but moan as he filled and completed me with his cock.
Exactly when Mom and William left was a mystery to me. Mom was in another room, but I could still hear her. She seemed to be getting fucked as well, and I found myself wondering how much more I could endure before the sound of our combined moans and the sensation of being packed with Daddy's huge penis drove me to my breaking point once more.
As he leaned over me and whispered something, my dad looked directly into my eyes and I back into his.
"Your nipples... and your tits are so firm, baby," he exclaimed. Your napes, my goodness!While he adjusted one, I let out a sigh, and attempted to hump against him once again, but he had my legs pinned behind his shoulders, so I could only elicit a response from him in the form of a moan.
Are you having fun with this, Sara?His question was straightforward.
Affirmative, Dad... Oh, I would be delighted to get fucked. "Harder," you say, "Daddy."
On the subsequent thrust, he did forcefully strike me more, causing me to whimper.
"Once more?"
(Once more!Both of us were breathing more rapidly as he subjected me to a torrent of thrusts, during which I screamed and groaned.
Oh no! Oh my! Oh my! Oh no! Oh my goodness.... Oh my! Dear Father... Oh my...
His expression twisted for an instant before he appeared to restore composure as he grinned down at me.
"Daddy? Will you use my pussy as a cum?"
Yes, darling. Is your pussy welcome to accompany me inside?"
"Oh my, Daddy," I pleaded. "And me too. Daddy, I want to load all over you.
While reaching between us, my dad began to play with my clitoral and mumbled something about how hot you are, Sara.
Despite my father's shoulders restraining my legs, I felt my toes curl as I whimpered, "Oh God, Daddy..." My thighs tensed up, my back arched, and I rushed over.
He pounded on me twice more before he buried himself in my cunt again. I felt the hot flood of his sperm as I gasped and shook around him, trying to extract as much sperm as possible from my father's cock.
We were both out of breath the next thing we knew, he was leaned heavily on his elbows.
After a while, he shifted just enough to let me lower my legs, and I could feel his cock slipping out of my pussy. Sadly, I allowed him to fall out of me, and I saw that it was shiny with a mixture of our juices. If I weren't so tired, I'm sure that half-drooping cock would have aroused me on its own.
As he studied my expression, he asked, "Would you like to clean Daddy's cock?""
I indicated his desire with a nod.
"Be cautious, however. My emotions are still raw.
I cautiously leaned down to re-suck my father's cock into my mouth; I couldn't tell if the salty flavor was primarily our cum or a combination of our perspiration, but it didn't matter; we tasted great together. I was relieved that I wouldn't have to worry about becoming pregnant, as my father had undergone a vasectomy.
After he murmured, "Okay, enough," I carefully slipped off his cock and collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.
My dad pulled me into a spooning position by curling up next to me.
"Let's take a nap."
William couldn't take his eyes off his mother as she humped back into him, her pussy grabbing his cock. Jasmine humped back, groaning and encouraging her son with each hip movement; she was extremely receptive.
"Fuck me harder! Push that long cock all the way up into your mother's cunt!" commanded Jasmine. In accordance with his mother's wishes, William slammed his hips into her as hard as he could. As soon as he hit rock bottom, his mother would start moaning and telling him to slam into her again.
"Yeah, like that. Harder, Willy. Oh God, I need it. Fuck me hard."
Incestuously pleading for his brother's cock, Jacob wanked his cock while tossing aside the lounge shorts. He couldn't believe William was so receptive and even appeared stimulated by their mother's pleading.
William playfully asked, "Is this hard enough?" for emphasis. Like a machine, he relentlessly pounded into her, blasting in and out of his mother's cunt.
"No, it's not intense enough. Are you a motherfucker or not? Fu-Aah!" Jasmine trailed off as William pulled her head back by the hair and continued to slam their pelvises together, his prick impaling Jasmine even harder, until she started to moan nonstop.
"Uh, yeah. Like that," Jasmine shouted, "Fuck me like that." "Ooh.."
Sara and their father were in the next room, and Jacob heard them shout. William, intrigued, interrupted his cock's insistent wanking to listen to his mother's cunt suction on William's prick. Out in the hallway, Jacob strode, cock protruding.
He briefly paused at his sister's door, but the sound of panting was the only thing he could hear. Then his sister let out a tiny sigh of frustration.
When his son was little, his dad said, "Do you want to clean Daddy's cock?"
A halt followed.
Jacob cautiously peered through the slightly open doorway in search of his sister, saying, "Be careful. I'm still very sensitive." A little slurping followed.
As Rick gently stroked Sara's head, Sara dipped her head over his member. A satisfied expression graced his countenance. As a result of his envy, Jacob withdrew from the room.
Ignoring the angry throb of his cock, he resumed his intended assignment. After all, he couldn't be around his sister's kitties.
Possibly thinking about placing an order for supper, Jasmine was in the shower at 6:30 that night. Her daughter had nearly sprung at her husband's cock earlier in the day, so she hadn't had the time for it. It was true what Jasmine's brother Matt said: there was absolutely no comparison between parent-child and sibling sex.
Even though Jasmine had intended to ease her family members into the concept of incest, she was completely unimpressed by how things turned out this evening. It might have been even better. Their intense desire for one another meant that the joy of that first day would endure in her offspring.
Since they were teenagers, Jasmine and her brother have been involved in incest. Jasmine had been fantasizing about starting her own sex-driven family ever since she heard that Matt had wooed his own daughter more than a year ago.
Obviously, Matt's wife's absence was the most beautiful part of his circumstance. He had just one person to persuade due to his divorce. It seems that Jasmine greatly underestimated Sara, as she had assumed that her own daughter would be the most difficult party to persuade.
After visiting two separate clinics, Jasmine finally got a prescription for birth control and for the last three months she has been sneaking the pills into her daughter's sugary soda.
Jasmine brushed her hair dry as she stepped out of the shower. A towel was all she had when she escaped her bedroom. She glanced over at Sara and Rick as she walked down the corridor.
Both Rick and Sara appeared to be fast asleep when he wrapped his arm around Sara's waist. It may have been months since Jasmine last saw her sleeping kid, but she certainly hadn't seen her door left ajar. Their daughter had a gorgeous complexion, and Rick seemed to be grinning even as he slept.
With a small grin on her face, Jasmine retreated from the room and made her way to her son's bedroom.
While Jacob stared irately at a math book on his lap, William was sound asleep in his own bed. Sitting down next to him on his bed, Jasmine approached him. Jacob cautiously moved away from her.
"So, do you still want your sister for your birthday?"
...
Upon waking up, Sara found her mother standing over her, holding a pill dial and a glass of water.
Stunned, Sara froze. Her father's arm had essentially crushed her to his side, and her legs seemed to be completely weak.
"Can you take this pill I have for you?" Jasmine inquired.
While her mother drizzled a small amount of water into Sara's mouth, the latter nodded and cautiously swallowed the tablet.
Asking, "What was it?" Sara continued.
"Birth control."
"But I thought Dad had a vasectomy?"
"You know your brother, Sara. He can't stand seeing someone else have fun, but he wants it too." Jasmine cracked out. "Besides, you've been on the pill for months now."
Sara was completely unconcerned about being pregnant, so she had never given her period any thought. That she hadn't perceived a shift was hardly unexpected. Nonetheless, she felt deceived by her mother's plans to give her to the two men without consulting her first. Her mother had poisoned her.
"But I don't want—"
"It does not matter what you want. You're living under my roof. For free. I'm paying for your books, your clothes, and your food. You are not earning your keep. Understood?"
"Yes, ma'am," Sara murmured as she buried her head in the bed.
"And if you don't want to get pregnant, you'll take these pills. Now about Jacob."
"Jacob?"
I was astonished, but it's not so weird. Yes, my darling, he really liked seeing you. Sara's face looked like it was going to bleed.
"Well, I made him promise to wait until his birthday; we're going to have a little party in honor of him joining us. However, William may jump you in the morning, so beware."
Sara was on the verge of sobbing. Her attempt to further hide her face in the mattress roused her father from his slumber.
"Sara, it's only fair for them. Could you imagine watching your father fuck your sister and not being able to have her? That would be ridiculous!" Jasmine said.
I looked up at Jasmine with a hint of bewilderment as Rick, who was now completely awake, did just that. "I wondered when I saw him in here... Did you plan that?"
"It was just a fortunate coincidence," Jasmine asserted as perched on the bed and caressing her husband's thigh. Did she ask, "Enjoy yourself?"
"Indeed," was Rick's response. Unconsciously, he drew Sara closer, and he saw that she had turned around and buried her head in his chest.
How about a shower, darling? He inquired.
Sara continued to dig in while nodding in his direction. Rick stroked her hair and laughed. What a lovely girl.
To place her pizza order, Jasmine stepped out of the room.
...
Neither showering alone nor making love to her dad were the same as showering together. He loved her even though she had pleaded with him to fuck her. Sara had no choice but to accept that.
Her father turned on the hot water as they crammed into the frosted glass shower. He was adamant on washing her breasts while they stood extremely close together in that little room. She was adamant about cleaning her pussy on her own since she thought this was a good enough reason for him to grope her. As she felt the gooey fluids cling to her thighs, she marveled at how her body heat had preserved them.
They gave each other hair washes. When he got some in Sara's eyes by accident, she grimaced but said nothing. A sense of optimism had returned to her. She was certain that her relationship with her father would not be like that, but she was still unsure about being the family slut. Yes, she was certain.
His daughter's solid, sudsy body felt nice to Rick. Her breasts were full and saggy, and her tummy was toned but not flat. Her lushness thrilled him, and he intended to give her lots of workout very soon, despite her slightly dimpled ass.
Rick got a good erection in the end, and Sara felt a bit aroused by her dad's fixation on her breasts. As they got out of the tub, they noticed that there was just one towel there. Rick pulled her hand away from his manhood as they dried off one other with towels.
"I need some food before we go again, or you're going to kill me," mused Rick. Sara was disappointed while laughing.
Rick was determined not to throw away his hard work just because he had other plans. Opening the door to the restroom, he cinched the towel around his waist.
"Collect a towel for me," Sara requested.
As his daughter fought to conceal herself with her hands, Rick rescued her from the bathroom by grabbing her wrist.
She said, "Hey! I'm not decent! Stop that!" with a giggle, clearly uneasy but eager all the same.
"C'mon, Stephy. Everyone's seen your naughty bits already," mused her dad. "For Daddy?"
Sara took a few moment to collect her thoughts. "Jacob?"
"He was watching us, just like your mother and William were," said Rick.
With a newfound sense of determination, Sara attempted to return to the restroom, but her father had already caught up with her halfway down the corridor, and she was reddening severely.
"If you don't stop struggling, I will carry you out to the living room," said Rick.
"I don't want them to see me."
Rick came to a halt in the hallway, snatched his daughter by the waist, and threw her over his shoulder. With a yell, Sara butted her butt in the air and revealed her cunt. Despite her best efforts, she was only able to land a couple hard blows to her father's back as she struggled to free herself from his grasp. The sudden surge of blood to her brain caused her to feel slightly lightheaded.
Rick took great pride in his accomplishment as he strided out into the living room and carried his prize all the way to the kitchen. He could almost hear his wife pounding on the cupboards behind them.
He leaned closer to kiss Jasmine and said, "Hey, sweetheart!"
After slapping her daughter on the behind, Jasmine kissed her husband. Frustrated, she wriggled. "You're in a good mood, honey."
"Was it my erection that gave you a clue?"
No, you're referring to her by her pet name again. I don't get why you're trying to avoid fucking her now that we're so comfortable,
When I'm well-rested, I shall make out with my daughter. "I appreciate it. Is there any food in here?""
Jacob has a couple more minutes to deliver the pizza I ordered—and that's assuming they finish on time. He finally snapped, and I had no choice but to send him on his way.
Because Sara's ears were ringing from the constant pounding of her blood, she resumed pounding on her dad's back.
"Let that girl down, and you can knock your boner out before dinner," said Jasmine.
After much groaning, Rick turned his daughter over onto her right side. She shivered on the tile floor and hastily sat down on a kitchen chair.
Sara noticed that her mom was still wearing just a towel, even though her hair looked dry from the shower. Rick had misplaced his towel, and Jasmine had a firm hold on his member. Rick's gaze was already fixed on his daughter, and Jasmine could sense his muscles tensing up a bit more.
While still feeling a bit nauseous from the cold and the shower, Sara went to stand beside her dad and crooned, "Give me some body warmth, Daddy," while pressing her breasts to his side and staring at her mother's hand resting on his buttocks.
Calling him Daddy is a hit with him, I see. Has his penis jumped out of his body?"
So you're saying it's not because he's having physical contact with two different women?Have you considered the possibility that it could be due to the fact that he is experiencing physical contact with two women?""Sara asked, her breasts rubbed against her father's side in an irritant-inducing manner," she said.
When Rick felt the hands of two ladies on him—one of them completely nude—he let out a low growl before quickly deciding that it would be nice.
Your dad has a history of relationships with two women. It was clear he had a blast, I'll give him that.
"He did? I don't know how I would feel about that. I think I only like men."
"I mentioned that he was involved with two women; why do you think I would ever—" Jasmine cried out. He let out a hiss as her hold on Rick's member became painfully tight.
Jasmine quickly removed herself from Rick's embrace and bolted out of the kitchen, yelling, "Now, girls, stop that. Please. I can't take it." Still leaning on her father, Sara's breasts caused her to flush once more.
I believe your mom feels the same way you do—that she understands men—but I've been trying to convince her to agree with you. Rick nodded. "She wouldn't know how to deal with a woman."
"I think there are a lot of things I wouldn't mind if I were doing them for someone else," said Sara.
Pulling her close to him, Rick crushed his cock into her stomach as he said, "Give me a kiss, baby."
Sara kissed her father passionately and rubbed her nipples on his chest in an instant. As their tongues explored one other's mouths, Rick took advantage of the situation to shove his daughter against the fridge.
Rick had pinned Sara with his body, and the sensation of his erection against her was extremely excited her. Sara shivered as her back met the stainless steel and tried to wriggle away from it.
As Rick lifted his daughter Sara high enough for his erection to nestle between her steamy pussy lips, he raised both of her legs at once.
As she humped against her father's manhood, Sara let out a moan. "Put it in me, Daddy."
“Do you desire it?” Rick playfully said.
"Yes, Daddy. I want your cock. Put it in me, please," pleaded.
"Wrap your legs around me, baby."
With one hand, Rick supported Sara's posterior while the other caressed her cunt with his cock. When he squeezed himself into her, he had to be as slick as possible.
Frustrated, Sara let out a groan. "Just do it. Do it, do it, do it."
"Hold on a second," he commanded. His daughter leaned against him as Rick plunged his prick into the luscious moisture. Even if everything moved more quickly than previously, Sara sensed that her father was still being leisurely.
Pulling herself down onto her father's shoulder, Sara utilized her legs as leverage. He moaned in shock and she moaned in joy at having won. After a little moment of contentment, she encouraged her father to go on.
Sara slammed herself onto Rick's enlarged member after Rick gripped her by the ass with both hands and delicately guided her up the refrigerator. She then started to drag herself down, utilizing both gravity and her own legs.
In an effort to assist Rick in pulling her up as well, Sara threw her arms around his back. Sara relished the sensation of her body descending over her father's eager cock, even though their pace was somewhat slow compared to their first fuck.
"This is quite the undertaking, I must say," Rick remarked.
"I know, Daddy. Thank you. When you get tired, we can do it on the table." Rick said with a smile.
...
The two enormous pizza boxes were Jacob's burden as he limped from the garage into the kitchen. While he pried open the door to the kitchen, he could hear a commotion.
Upon turning around, he observed his father seated at the kitchen table, holding Sara close to him. As she writhed in pain, she frantically attempted to pull away from him while still concealing herself. Neither objective was accomplished by her. Rick firmly held her in place on his member with two hands.
Rick laughed, "It's okay; he's seen you," while Sara turned her face away.
As he placed the pizzas on the counter, Jacob couldn't tear his eyes away from his sister's legs. He whispered, "Continue," hoping against hope that they would.
Rick tried to calm Sara by massaging her back. She hid her face in Rick's chest and refused to look at them or anybody else.
"Baby, it's okay. Jacob likes it. Don't you, Jacob?"
After a moment of hesitation, Jacob nodded. "Yes, absolutely," Jacob blurted out in response to his father's raised eyebrow.
"Hear that? ' Very much. Jacob, come here."
Jacob halted at the tableside as he shuffled over to join the couple in embrace.
"Good. Now, Jacob, I want you to bend over by your sister's ear and tell her how much you liked it when you saw us earlier." The child gave Rick a grin. For lack of a better response, Jacob did what he was told. His sister was his sister, and he whispered to her, "You were fucking gorgeous."
"Come now; surely you have something more to say to her than that," urged Rick.
Jacob threatened to smack Sara in the face as he shook his head. Smelling her shampoo, he inhaled deeply.
Still sensing Jacob's breath in her ear, Sara clung trembling to her father.
"Alright, then," Rick remarked. "Stop torturing yourself and go find your mother. She'll want to know that the food is here."
Jacob paused, maintaining his position bending over Sara.
"If she reconsiders, I will personally come and retrieve you," I responded. "Go on."
As Jacob stormed out of the kitchen, slamming the door behind him, Rick continued to caress Sara's back in gentle circles while cooing into her ear. At last, he got his reward as his daughter leaned back to stare up at him, her eager cock rubbing against his.
"Oh, darling, I'm really into you," Rick exclaimed, placing his hands back on Sara's hips to encourage her. "You are absolutely stunning."
"Please, Daddy, don't do it in Jacob's presence," Sara pleaded.
Rick informed Sara, "He's not coming back," as he returned his attention to her hips after pinching her behind.
"Move for me, baby."
Rest is for your imaginatons...
Vacaton
Due to her deeply religious upbringing, Ashley did not engage in sexual contact with anybody outside of her spouse and her family. She had three lovers before she married Tim, but her history made her choose him as her life partner. Tim was her fourth and final boyfriend.
Tim, who was married to Ashley, had an affair with his sister before they were married. His family was also very conventional. For years, he had hoped that Ashley would give in to his preoccupation with showing or wife-sharing, but she had consistently rejected his advances. They broke up after he convinced her to sleep with her girlfriend's boyfriend during their courting; Ashley eventually offered him her head as punishment, but that was it.
Both men fucked Ashley three times during their late-thirties lifestyle trial. Their conventional, monogamous lifestyle was quickly restored shortly thereafter. But there has been zero romantic involvement between them for the past ten years. Even when Ashley was extremely aroused, Tim still wasn't interested in addressing her sexual needs. He really wanted them to be, but he could tell that the novelty and thrill had faded for him.
Their daughter Mindy, who is 19 years old, is still living at home with them while she goes to college close by. One long-term romance ended when her lover moved off to college, and she lost her virginity.
High school was just completed by Bobby, their son, who is 18 years old. Both he and his long-term partner had experienced the loss of virginity.
The success of the family's business allowed them to extend their summer vacations. They went to the Bahamas, Europe, New York, and Hawaii for a month of vacation. Their goal this year was to have a relaxing cabin vacation in a quiet resort area where they could hear the sound of the lake and enjoy the solitude of the cabin.
To teach his kids the sport and let them enjoy it, Tim would take them fishing almost every day. Following his first week on the yacht with Bobby and Mindy, he intended to alternate between them every other week.
On weekends, the parents would bond by spending time in town.
While the parents grew closer in the cabin, the children had a blast playing and bonding with their dads throughout the first week on the yacht.
"Mom, can I ask you something?"
Oh, without a doubt. Feeling good?
I recall that you and your dad were more into each other when I was a kid.
"Huh?"
You two were more passionate, and I hate to admit it, but I could hear your arguments in the middle of the night.
Hey there, Mindy Words fail me. I am truly sorry.
End your role as a parent. Hearing you two making out was the sweetest thing ever. Hearing you two make out made me feel like I got off easier, to be honest. That this hasn't happened in a while is the root of the problem. To my mind, there is no cause for concern. You are very breathtaking, and your dad is still a handsome man. He's a FILF, I'm afraid.
"My beloved!" Can you not get enough of dads?
"I don't know. Since he remains appealing to me, I fail to understand why you aren't making the most of it.
The needs and wants of individuals evolve as they get older. Anyone can experience periods of sexual disinterest, whether they are a man or a woman. I would like to ask you a question.
"Go ahead."
"Are you still a virgin?"
My goodness. Randy peed all over me. Having sex, though, has rendered me perpetually aroused. Let me ask you another question.
"Go ahead."
Why should you try to fulfill your own sexual desires if your father has trouble doing so?
"Toys."
"Toys?"
"You know, dildos," she replied with an air of excessive seriousness.
"But don't you miss the feeling of a man's body making love to you?"
Sure, no problem. It is something you must face.
"Do you ever think about taking a lover to fulfill that need?"
"No."
"Have you ever?"
"Ever what?"
"I had another lover to fulfill that need."
"Yes, I had three lovers before your father." That will have to do for now. Now is the moment for me to start getting ready. This evening, your dad and I want to make our way into town. Additional conversation is forthcoming.
"Ok."
Mindy spent the time her parents were away sleeping, and her brother went to bed later that night.
"Fuck, I'm so horny." "Hmm," Mindy thought to herself.
Stay composed. "I own playthings," comments Mom. Could I politely ask for one to be utilized? Her mind wandered.
Mindy looked through her mother's drawer in search of a certain object. Absent in its whole.
There is nothing under the bed
In the closet, she found a bag with a box inside. As she gingerly removed the wrapping, a furrow formed on her brow.
"Oh my. I am astounded. Her speech was sparse.
The container contained a massive dildo in the shape of a penis. Not just any dildo, but an incredibly realistic one. The top of the container had an envelope fastened to it. Opening the gift, she removed a picture. She found a picture of a man's member on the desk. The cock resembled the dildo on the packaging. More precisely, the dildo was an exact replica of the one in the photo. Upon beholding the largest cock she had ever laid eyes on, her pussy began to moisten.
It wasn't until she looked at the shot more closely that she saw the hand holding the cock. Her mouth dropped open in astonishment as she beheld the band on the wedding finger of the hand that cradled that breathtaking member. A chill ran down her spine as she beheld the wedding band that belonged to her father. When she saw the dildo resembled her dad's cock, her pussy went into overdrive. What she was looking at, though, was an actual snapshot of her father's exposed and aroused member, not merely a reproduction.
She whipped out her phone the second she got back to her room and snapped a slew of photos of her father's member and dildo. She returned to her room, returned the items to their rightful owners, and remained bewildered as to her next move. Playing with her pussy while staring at her photographs was her nighttime activity. Since her parents were probably still up and her brother was probably still sleeping, she finally decided to climb into the hot tub. Taking it easy in the tub, she undressed to her bikini.
In response to the sound of the water running in the tub, Bobby immediately stood up to look out the window. He decided to go along with her after seeing her in a skimpy bikini, if for no other reason than to have a better view of her incredibly beautiful form.
Arriving at the side of the tub, Bobby noticed his sister's closed eyelids. It was obvious that she was searching through her bikini bottoms because her hand was visible between her legs.
"Hey," Bobby muttered with an air of elegance.
"Oh, hey," Mindy exclaimed, her hand emerging from her crouch.
"Can I get in?"
"Sure."
His underwear stuck out as he dangled a leg over the edge of the tub, and Mindy couldn't help but notice. She wondered how big it actually was because of how gigantic it looked.
"So, sis, what happened with you and Randy?"
He left for college, and we were both aware that partnerships across great distances inevitably end in failure. So, our relationship came to an end. In the end, where do you two meet up?
"We still see each other off and on."
"On and off?" When one person sees another, is it okay?
"I guess."
"So, have you fucked her?"
"Your questioning is excessive." It's a game of truth or dare right now.
"Do you want to?"
"What?"
"Play truth, or dare?"
"Sure."
"Ok... shoot."
"Ok, sis, truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"Are you a virgin?" he asked.
My goodness. Are you in agreement?
"Truth"
She said with an air of curiosity, "Are you a virgin?"
My goodness. Are you in agreement?
"Truth."
"Have you been with anyone but Randy?"
My goodness. Are you in agreement?
"Truth."
How frequently did he masturbate? My sister was curious.
Every single day,. Well, would you believe it?
"Truth."
"How often do you masturbate?"
The same is true for practically every day. Are you in agreement?
In his words, "I'm going to dare this time."
All right. Get out of your swimsuit and hand them over to me.
"WHAT?!"
"Ears heard me. Well, would you believe it? It was you who dared, and I'm taking the bait.
"Fuck! Ok"
The trunks were removed.
"Truth or dare, sis?"
"Truth."
"Are you horny?"
"Oh my God, Bobby!"
"Come on, are you?"
I am aroused, you know. More than 30 days have passed since my dismissal. Hey there, little sibling! Guess what?
"Truth."
Mom, I always know when you're going to buy anything. Does the idea of having sexual relations with her appeal to you?
"Are you crazy, Mags?"
"Come on, bro, would you?"
Bobby nodded silently in agreement.
I was aware of that. I must inform you of something.
"What?"
Her parents aren't involved, so she's basically free to go. Attempt it.
"Are you crazy?"
"Maybe." That made her chuckle.
"Truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"Take your bottoms off and hand them to me."
"Fuck! Ok."
Mindy took off all of her clothing. After that, their parents went back to their own house. The kids kept playing long after their parents had gone to bed.
"Truth or dare, bro?"
Be daring.
Oh, I get it now. Finally, how about I just play in my underpants till the end of the game?
"What the h**ck, sister?" This is just mind-boggling.
"Hey, you picked a dare!"
"Fine."
When Bobby and his sister were playing a game, he accidentally lifted her bikini bottoms onto his own head. He felt the need to show his sister what would happen if her pussy discharged vaginal fluid, so he peered at her crotch before taking them up. With a smile on his face, he peered at her lower half with approval before planting a kiss on her nose. He inhaled deeply of her fragrance and pulled the bottoms over his head, being careful to cover his crotch as well.
"Yum."
No way! Well, well, Bobby. Are you kidding me?
"Are you kidding me, sibling? I am sure I could. Your aroma is really divine, man.
Despite her flush, Mindy's pussy secreted more vaginal secretions at the thought of her brother smelling her feminine scent.
"Greetings, gentlemen. Did you carry it out?"
While soaking in the tub, Ashley undressed to her bikini and screamed in shock when she noticed her son wearing his sister's panties.
"What's going on here?!"
Hey there, mom. Since Bobby had the audacity to take off his underpants in our game of truth or dare, I issued a challenge to put my underwear on top of his head.
"Are you going to believe it or what?" Ever since I was an undergrad, I haven't picked it up again.
Dive in headfirst. Anyone want to bet who's up next?
I could use a hot bath to relax as much as your dad, yet he's already in bed. Then what's the harm in trying?"
Mindy took this as her cue to inquire about the lifelike dildo from her mom.
"Ok, mom, truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"Ok, when was the last time that you got laid?"
Hey there, Mindy Words fail me. Continue with the self-reflective questions?
Got it. You have a great deal of ground to cover. That made her chuckle.
"A long time."
Please, mom, it's not acceptable. Kindly continue. Can you tell me when?
Despite her anxiety, Ashley managed to mumble, "It's been a few years."
"My mother, I am astounded! How much time would it take you to go on?
Your time has come to an end. Asking each question individually.
"Reveal, risk, or gamble?"
"Truth."
All right. "Have you never been vaginal?"
Mom, we've been through this before. What do you think? I disagree. Hire someone else to do it. This question will be asked by me on your behalf.
"Ok, go ahead."
"Bobby, is there anyone in this tub that you fantasize about when you masturbate?"
Bobby sent a scowl his sister's way as his cheeks turned red. He then made an affirmative gesture.
"Who?"
I only have one question! My sister, would you dare me?
"Truth."
"Have you fantasized about fucking dad?"
Despite their surprise at the question, Ashley and Mindy decided to keep quiet.
"Answer the question."
Mindy nodded, her eyes filling with tears.
Upon regaining her composure, Mindy resumed playing.
"Ok, mom, truth or dare?"
"Truth."
Alright, Mom. Are you able to specify which privates come with your dildo package?
"Oh my God, Mindy, have you looked?"
I am sorry. Yes, I surely did.
"I really don't want to talk about my toy or the picture."
Oh, sure, mom. Whose member is that picture of?"
I will not utter those words. Just a moment, please! If I heard you right, fucking your dad would be fun.
According to my opinion, yes. Respond to me.
All right. It was your dad's.
"Really?"
"Yup."
"It's pretty big."
"Yes, it is, but we shouldn't be talking about your dad's cock."
I have arrived at my moment. Okay, Mindy, are you game?
"Truth."
"Do you want to borrow my toy, along with the picture?"
"Can I?"
"I'm asking."
"Yes."
All right. As soon as we finish, I will retrieve it.
I am appreciative, Mom. I am here now. "Bobby, would you rather tell the truth or have a dare?"
"Dare."
All right. For the next five minutes, close your eyes and demonstrate to me how you would engage in masturbation while daydreaming about our relationship.
"No way."
"You have to."
"Fuck. Ok."
Bobby got to his feet, his cock semi-hardened. Ashley and Mindy were filled with wonder as they stood before the massive creature. As soon as he began to pet it, it developed into the largest cock they had ever seen. It measured 9 inches in length and had a red bull-like thickness. When the female pussycats began to flow vaginal fluid, they both thought about how great it would be to fill their vaginas to the brim. Mindy decided to conclude the practice for the evening after the five minutes had passed. Bobby caught a sight of the landing strip covering her bare lower labia as she stood up to depart. She looked tantalizing with her underbelly smoothed or waxed.
Looking at her bubble butt as she walked away, Bobby fantasized about fucking her from behind. The night came to a close with his cock still firm. His mother would have none of his attempts to cover off his ferocious cock by standing up.
Keep your head down, dude. Get ready. Your amazing member is nothing new to me, but I'd still like to have one final look at you before you depart.
Ashley gagged when Bobby turned around.
"God, Bobby, your cock is beautiful."
With a gentle touch, she began to caress him. His mother was giving him a handjob, and he closed his eyes and liked it. Just a few minutes later, he began to reach his peak and his orgasm became dominant. The mother was taken aback by her child's habit of ejaculating semen. His enormous sperm found its way to her bikini-clad breasts and other unexpected locations.
Meeting his eyes, Ashley said, "I don't regret it, but I can't believe that we just did that." She continued, "I’m not regretting it either."
Mindy had just seen her mother hit her younger brother as she averted her gaze from the upstairs window.
"I need to feel him shoot that huge load (from that amazing cock) inside of my tight pussy."
"Oh my God! What have I done?!"
Sitting in the hot tub, Ashley pondered the circumstances that had brought her to even touch her own son's member, let alone jack off. She touched his cock unknowingly, despite the fact that she had never felt sexually attracted to him. Something was very wrong with what had just transpired, and she knew it. It is unacceptable for a Christian wife to touch any man's privates, even her own son's. But there she sat, in the hot tub, where the obscene deed had occurred.
As she grappled with her thoughts about her behavior, she realized that she was experiencing her sexual peak and had been quite aroused recently, but she couldn't believe she had been so careless. Let alone touching her husband's cock, she couldn't recall the last time she had been fucked.
They hadn't fucked in ten years, despite being married for twenty-five. There was a short time after the first fifteen years of a monogamous marriage when they tried living apart for a while. For the time being, I will refrain from discussing the events of the last decade; nonetheless, she has not cheated on her spouse during this period.
Tim had incessantly urged Ashley to embrace his lifelong obsession with having multiple wives. After first declining, she eventually began to think about Tim's plea after a string of incidents. Ultimately, she consented to indulge, but she promised herself it would be an isolated incident. After meeting Chris at a motel, they continued with the connection.
Compared to Tim, Chris had a larger cock, and Ashley thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of his slithering into and out of her vagina. Tim was the sole owner of this love-hole before. Making out, fondling, having oral sex, and having the incredible sexual intercourse that evening were all parts of the passionate encounter that Ashley enjoyed with Chris. Chris was able to fuck Ashley three times that night, each time cumming in her mouth and swallowing his semen, because he recovered quickly.
After the encounter, Ashley said that she would not repeat the experience, despite how great it was. Chris spent the night and fucked Ashley a total of five times that night and the following morning, making the outcome even more satisfactory for her and Tim. Ashley finally consented to meet again after pleading for one more time, and the meeting went well. She repeated her earlier statement that she would never act in such a way again.
After she fulfilled her promise for a year, Tim hired a masseur to woo her, got her drunk (while she was on vacation), and then withheld sex for more than a month. After she got finger-fucked by the masseur, they engaged in oral sex and had sexual relations with one other and the masseur. She made the same solemn vow: this would never happen to her again.
True to her pledge, Ashley abstained from "the lifestyle" going forward. They haven't had any sexual relations since then, and their sexual lives have severely declined.
Before Ashley met and married Tim, she had three affairs. A huge cock adorned one of the two average-sized men. Although Tim's cock was ordinary, she had felt the full-on satisfaction of being pampered by a larger one (and she liked it) after having experienced her ex-boyfriend's massive and Chris's above-average cocks. An incredible sensation unfolded before her eyes as a massive shaft slipped in and out of her intimate love canal.
She felt compelled to touch her son since, at this point in her life, her body needed it and she had seen his big cock. After caressing her son's bare cock and coercing him to ejaculate on her body, the remorse washed over her, and she questioned how she would ever face her son again.
After a while, she got out of the tub and went to her room to attempt to mentally push through this. She felt her naked pussyfoot and found it to be quite moist after taking off her bikini. The source of the moisture wasn't the hot tub, but her vagina. As she felt the vaginal fluid soak her pussy, she couldn't help but wonder how her son's enormous cock would feel inside her faithful vagina. After having a brief orgasmic experience in the restroom, she retired to her bedroom for the night.
Bobby's thoughts were also in a state of disarray. He had a secret crush on his mother from the moment he felt a strong attraction to female forms. Even though she rarely wore provocative clothing, she often walked around in an enormous t-shirt that she wore to bed while she was at home relaxing. His mom's prominent nipples would often peek out from under her thin nightshirt since she didn't wear a bra when sleeping.
He could tell she was a MILF the moment he saw his mom climbing the stairs in her pajamas more than once. Bobby used to fantasize about his mom's bare pussy or her enormous breasts and jack off thinking about those things.
Because dirty laundry was usually tossed on the floor of the spacious laundry room, Bobby often found his mom's revealing slacks among the other loads of washing. Once in a while, Bobby would take up his mom's old pants and stare at the mucus-like fluid in her crotch. From time to time, he'd bring a couple back to his room for some quiet sniffing and jacking off.
After a while, Bobby's sister Mindy began to wear revealing underwear, and the scent of two women's vaginas wafted through the dampness of their old underwear. Even whether it was his mom or sister's or someone else's, Bobby, like most guys (and even some women!), couldn't get enough of the feminine aroma of a woman's vagina.
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Everything had returned to normal by the next morning. Nothing had transpired between Ashley and her son the night before, and even though she was guilty, no mention of it was made. The whole family spent the day touring the sites in town. They didn't avoid one another, exchange strange stares, or act awkwardly around one another. My mom and kid were both relieved, and the day was pleasant overall.
Tim peered through the gap in the doorway later that night to see his wife get out of the shower. His penis hardened at the sight of her still-beautiful bare body.
Tim couldn't help but be captivated by the allure of his wife's figure. Of course you would! Her stature is that of a sexual goddess: she is 5 feet 4 inches tall, wears a size 5-7 bra, and possesses wonderful legs. Normally, her pubic area is neatly groomed, and her lower lips and vaginal opening are hairless and silky smooth. A small landing strip of pubic hair covers her mons, and she has a bubble butt, enormous 36DD breasts, a dark areola the size of a silver dollar, and especially prominent (sensitive) nipples.
As Tim examined her more closely, he was shocked to see that Ashley had shaved or waxed off all of her pubic hair while she was in the shower. Now her entire lower region was smooth and bare, and her pussy looked younger than her forty-plus years. Tim's cock grew very hard as he wondered why she had done this. Could she be having an affair and her lover had asked her to do this, or maybe she was trying to look more attractive to attract a lover?
What gives? If they aren't having sex daily, why not?
Since he was gone all week and only came home on weekends, Ashley hated being left to raise their two younger children alone and was lonely and unfulfilled as a result. She became what Tim calls a "bitch" because she never stopped complaining and held him responsible for their lack of a real bond. Even though their kids are grown ups now, they still fight all the time and neither of them wants to show the other any affection. Their sexual relationship had lasted so long that they were uncomfortable being romantic with each other, and they were at a loss as to how to reignite the spark.
As she dried herself, Tim couldn't help but think back on the time she let another man see and pleasure her naked body multiple times, and how excited he felt watching her make love to another man. He recalled Chris's large cock penetrating his once-faithful wife's pussy, and how another man had stolen her marital pleasure. She reacted angrily as the stranger's massive cock slid in and out of her fuckhole, stretching it far beyond its comfortable fit. He recalled reclaiming his wife's vagina and the feeling (or lack thereof) of her love canal as he entered her abused body, and her pussy no longer gripped his cock like a tight glove.
As he tried to concentrate, his wife's movements drew his attention away from him. She was drying her hair while wearing her nightshirt, which revealed her nude body. He observed her large breasts moving back and forth under the thin nightshirt, and he could see her prominent nipples making lumps in the shirt. God, he loved her tits!
After Ashley was satisfied that her hair was dry enough, she went into the bedroom. Normally, the couple slept in separate rooms, but because of the cramped quarters in this cabin, they had to share a bedroom. However, they made sure to sleep side by side, with enough space between them to avoid physical contact, and in no time at all, they were both fast asleep.
Later that night, Ashley was roused from her slumber by the sound of outside noise, and as she peered out the window, she beheld her two children once again playing in the hot tub, this time with the glass slightly ajar, allowing her to overhear their discussion.
"Then how was it, my friend?"Mindy inquired
"What was it like?"Bobby grinned and said,
"Stop being shy. There it was. Your mother's treatment of you was how?
"What are you talking about, Mindy?"
"After I left, I saw mom jacking you off out here."
"You're lying."
"Bro, I watched as you tried to leave without her seeing your beautiful cock, but she stopped you."
With a smile on his face, he asked his sister, "Beautiful, huh?"
"Look. I've seen a few cocks before, and yours happens to be the most beautiful cock I've ever seen. I'm sure that's why mom had to touch it."
"Thanks," Bobby timidly replied.
"Did she say anything about it to you?"
"She also said that it was beautiful. I guess it's nicer than Daddy's cock."
"Based on the photo I saw of my dad's member, it looks pleasant as well." She briefly shut her eyes, thinking back on the photo of her dad's member.
Bobby taunted, "Maybe he'll let you jack him off, too."
"Trust me, bro; if I ever get to see dad's cock in the flesh, my hands aren't the only thing to be wrapped around his shaft!" She burst out laughing.
The incident had upset Ashley, and her children were talking about it. However, the thought of her son ejaculating because of her deft touch aroused her as well. Her pussy is moistening over the notion that Ashley's daughter is talking about her desires with her own father. The longer she stared at her kids, the clearer her memories got.
Mindy spoke to her brother in an uncomfortable way and requested, "Can I see it again?" afterwards.
Oh no. It's humiliating.
Dude, there's absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. Believe me.
After giving it some thought, Bobby finally spoke out.
All right. Your tits, nonetheless, intrigue me.
I suppose that's reasonable. To be free, though, you must untie me.
Bobby smiled and said, "With pleasure."
Mindy turned away from her brother and stood proudly as he looked down at her 34C breasts. The areolas were large, not as large as her mother's, but still substantial. They blended nicely with the rest of her pale skin, and her nipples were large, just like her mother's. Bobby's hands shook nervously as he reached for the strings that held his sister's top on, and as they loosened, her large breasts were revealed. Bobby's cock grew with anticipation as he finally got to see his older sister's amazing bust. After the strings were released, Mindy removed her top and faced her baby brother.
Astonishing, sister! You have stunning breasts.
To my brother, I am grateful. Get out that stunning fuckstick, though, because we're on the subject of attractiveness.A mischievous chuckle escaped her lips.
In front of Mindy and Ashley, he stood boldly, his cock fully erect, and they were both astonished to discover that Bobby was already nude.
"Dude, what the fuck?! You've been completely exposed throughout.
I see. "I figured why not, since it felt good to be relieved of the constraints of my shorts last night."
"Wow. You're really strong! Did I hurt you?" Mindy asked with a timid smile.
"Of course you did. I've been dying to see your tits for so long," he said, laughing.
"So, am I allowed to handle it?""
Without a doubt!"
While Bobby started caressing his sister's ample bosom, Mindy knelt down and started massaging her brother's enormous cock. Meanwhile, Ashley felt her hand slip beneath her nightgown, her fingers gliding between the folds of her aroused vagina, and she imagined her son's member there instead.
Bobby was enjoying the handjob with his eyes closed, but he was thinking of his mom stroking his cock when he felt his sister's tongue brush his head. After a while, Mindy decided she wanted to suck her brother's cock, so she leaned in closer and opened her mouth.
Oh no!Removed his member from his sister's mouth, Bobby retracted his member.
"Mindy, you can jack me off and make me cum like mom did, but we can't go any further than what I and my mom do." Ok?"
After saying "Ok," she resumed caressing her brother's member.
Suddenly, an arm encircled Ashley and yanked her back to the body behind her as she watched and masturbated. She experienced the pleasurable sensation of an enlarged penis sliding between her ass's cracks, satisfying her wanty pussy. With her husband trailing after, he kissed her on the neck. His tongue licked inside her ear cavity before nibbling on her earlobes, and kisses were delivered. Her hand drew back a little as her husband's fingers explored her tender vagina.
"Oh my god, I really need this," she moaned.
"Me too." Tim replied. He peered over her shoulder to observe his wife's expression as she stared out the window while he pressed himself against her.
Upon first sight of his daughter's ample bosom, his cock hardened. His son was playing with them, and he just stared at them. They were really amazing. He was already anxious to see them nude, but the fact that they were bigger than most females her age (including her friends) further added to his excitement. His wife could feel his cock swell slightly as it hardened even more.
His wife responded, "She's sexy, huh?" with an air of seductiveness.
"Fuck yeah. I never knew."
"I know, babe. Neither did I, nor did Bobby, for that matter."
When Tim leaned in closer, he saw that his daughter had her hand on the largest cock he had ever laid eyes on.
"Holy fuck!"
Ashley playfully mocked her husband, "It's big, huh?" after she discovered he had observed their son's enormous cock in their daughter's hands.
"Damn, it's huge."
"I know. I... uh... touched it last night."
"You what?!"
"Babe, when I went out to the hot tub last night. They both had lost their bottoms, and I played the game with them for a bit. After a while, Mindy left for bed, and Bobby remained. Eventually, he decided to call it a night, and as he stood, his enormous cock was fully extended in front of me. For some reason, I wanted to touch it. I reached out, touched it, and stroked it for a few minutes until he arrived. That was it."
"Did you want him?"
"Of course not. He's my son. I was horny, and his huge cock presented itself to me. I stroked it for a short period of time, and he came. Nothing more."
You must realize that he has been fantasizing about other possibilities for you since yesterday night. Please, don't try to convince me that you weren't merely gazing at it.
I didn't do anything other than look. At this point, further action is futile.
Sorry, honey. You felt the strong need to embrace your son and caress him till he arrived. Tell me you haven't fantasized about his enormous cock slipping into your small pussy.
"It's not gonna happen. I told you before that my days of fucking other men are over. I'm especially not fucking my own son!"
"Well. We've been together for years, and I've previously advised you to start a relationship with a friend. This pussy deserves to be satisfied. This pussy deserves to find its home deep within you. So, you have my blessing to fuck anyone you want, including our son."
With her eyes closed, Ashley contemplated the situation while her husband persisted in attacking her helpless pussy. She couldn't help but fantasize about her son's cock being inside her as his fingers delved deeper into her vagina.
Tim slipped his fully aroused cock into his wife's pussy after he lifted the back of her nightshirt and rolled her over. It felt so good, and it had been too long for any of them. Tim sensed his orgasm coming on suddenly. It was as if her husband's pent-up semen was about to burst forth in spurts as Ashley felt his cock thicken further within her love canal. It was an unbelievable sensation to feel his completely aroused cock slide into and out of his wife's exceedingly snug cunt. It finally made sense after all those years of nothing. Achieving an orgasmic state was within Ashley's reach. Upon glancing out the window, she noticed that her children had departed from the hot tub.
Someone started pounding on the door of the bedroom out of nowhere. Tim remembered he hadn't shut the door before he fucked and seduced his wife as it opened. He removed his member from his wife's exquisite vagina without delay. As Tim (unsuccessfully) attempted to get back into bed and beneath the covers before their invader saw his nude body, Ashley lowered her nightshirt back over her.
Just moments before, Mindy seen her mother's figure in the window of the upstairs room and realized that her brother and her mother were having an intimate moment. Her father stood behind her mother, his fingers intertwined in her pussy, as she observed.
"Bro." she murmured. "We gotta stop. Mom is watching us."
A curt "Fuck. Ok." was his response.
Mindy left her brother to seal the tub as they split to get dressed. She could barely make out her parents' sexual sounds as she made her way up the stairs. A malevolent idea flashed over her thoughts at that very moment. The door was unlocked when she examined the knob. To the point where she thought her parents were about to cuddle, she listened intently. She rapped on the door and swung it open in an instant. She witnessed her parents frantically trying to act decently again, but by then it had already happened.
Mindy received a sight of her father's fully erect penis during the pause. It gleamed with his wife's vaginal fluids and appeared exceedingly firm. Cum was visible oozing from the cockhead's opening in the bulbous dome.
"Oh. Sorry guys. I didn't know you guys were busy. I figured that dad was asleep already."
"It's ok, honey; we were just taking in the beautiful vision of the night sky."
As Mindy made her way to the window, she could see the hot tub clearly as day. Assuming her parents were watching her and her brother's intimate moments, she grinned.
Mindy was asked by Ashley whether she needed anything.
"Never mind."
"Nonsense. You came to ask something. What is it?"
With a whisper, Mindy approached her mother and said, "I was hoping to get your toy, like you promised."
"Oh, sure.
Just what was that?"I asked Tim.
"Nothin' important. I have a few items that Mindy would want to borrow from me. Return to your room, Mindy. I will collect them and deliver them to you.
"Ok. Thanks mom. Goodnight daddy."
As Ashley made her way to the closet, Tim observed his daughter's flawless posterior, concealed by her thong bikini, as she approached the entrance. As she strolled along, she noticed her father's intense gaze fixed on her bare behind in the reflection of the dresser mirror. As she slipped out of her parents' bedroom, she whispered a seductive "Pleasant dreams, daddy." Tim couldn't believe his daughter had called him "Daddy" twice on purpose during that chat. She hadn't addressed him as Daddy since he initially observed her growth, when she was about thirteen years old.
In an effort to keep it a secret from her husband, Ashley quickly got the bag and ran to deliver it to her daughter. She wanted to keep getting fucked after her husband's cock teased her and she grew really hot.
"Sorry mom."
"It's ok, honey."
"No, it's not." You confessed to me earlier that it had been years since you and your dad had intercourse, and I broke up what appeared to be an intimate moment.
"Go ahead, mom. "I saw."
"Did you see anything?""
I'll have a look. Your vaginal discharge was all over dad's (amazing) cock as it was fully erect. I noticed a few droplets of his pre-cum fall to the ground before he ducked under the covers, so it's clear he simply loosened his grip on you.
"Oh, my! That that your father's penis you saw?"
I did, in fact. It surpasses both the photo and the replica dildo in terms of appearance. If it's alright with you, I'll be able to imagine slipping his cock into my pussy tonight thanks to the exact replica of his cock.
I stood there, taken aback by what my daughter had just confessed. I don't know what startled me more: that Mindy had said she was going to masturbate while thinking about her own father's cock, or that the sight of her father's cock aroused her daughter.
I hope you get a good night's sleep, mama. Enjoy yourself. She stated it with an alluring smile, "I am sure I will." She was addressing her mother.
Ashley, still in a state of disbelief, limped out into the hallway, where she collided with her son. Their bodies brushed against each other, and Bobby felt his mother's ample bosom brush against his chest. Bobby glanced down at his mother's shirt and saw her ample bosom as she retreated. After feeling his powerful cock hit her in the crotch, Ashley looked down and saw that his cock was erect beneath his shorts, which aroused her uncontrollably.
Do you want to feel it again?As his mother fixed her gaze on his bulge, Bobby playfully taunted her.
Hold on a second. I assured you before that it would never occur again.
Then what's the deal with your nipples being so tight and looking at it?"
I'm not giving it my attention. I glanced downwards as it collided with me. Just that.
All right. Rest well, mom. Keep in mind, though, that the door remains perpetually open. In his room, you are welcome to touch his member as much as you like. He then winked at her before retiring to his chamber and locking the door.
As Ashley closed herself in her room, she turned to find Tim dozing soundlessly in the fetal position, his pussy now drenched. She needed to be fucked.
"Oh my!"I suppose I'll have to satisfy myself again," Ashley muttered.
She closed herself in the toilet and started masturbating, initially picturing the fucking her husband had done earlier, but as she neared her climax, the image shifted to her son and his massive cock.
She murmured to herself, "Oh my, you're very attractive, Bobby."
Tim feigned to be asleep so he could catch his wife masturbating in secret. As he listened through the door, he overheard her whispering the name of their son as she reached her peak.
Bobby realized that she could be willing to fuck another man again, and that their son might get to taste her pussy. He resolved not to give her an orgasm until she fucked another guy.
On Sunday, the family embarked on yet another adventure, hiking before spending the day lounging on the shore of the lake. Tim couldn't help but glance intermittently at his daughter's breasts, which were covered in her bikini top, and recalled seeing them bare the night before, as he watched her walk away from them to swim in the lake.
"Not bad, is it?"His spouse playfully taunted him.
Look, dude. I will not entertain any sexual fantasies involving my daughter, even though she has a stunning bubble butt and ample tits.
"Fair enough."
As Bobby watched his sister, Ashley could see a bulge forming in his swimming shorts. For some reason, she felt envious of her son's excitement over her scantily clad figure. Ashley got to her feet and walked (almost seductively) to the water. Tim suspected that his wife had done this to divert Bobby's attention from his sister's figure to her own. As he looked down, he saw that Bobby was completely aroused, the bulge in his shorts nearly indecent.
Nothing else sexual happened on Sunday. Following supper, Tim went to bed early and urged everyone else to do the same because he intended to get up early and be at the lake by sunrise.
Although he felt some apprehension about spending the day on the lake with his daughter, he made a solemn promise to himself to be a decent father and resist the temptation.
So, at 4:30 in the morning, Tim got out of bed and washed. After failing to reach climax while fucking his wife on Saturday night, he couldn't resist the need to masturbate in the shower. After getting dressed, he proceeded to get Mindy up. Today, he and his daughter would start bonding as he taught her how to fish.
Not wanting to wake the rest of the family, he cautiously opened her door. What he found shocked him and would stay with him forever. His daughter lay on the bed, facing away from him, with her legs bent and her body exposed to the heat from not wearing a sheet, blanket, or bedspread.
In the dark, he could barely make out her rosebud asshole; below that, he could barely make out the outer labia of her young cunt; and peeking out from between her legs was a partial view of his daughter's hairless, perfectly smooth pussy lips. What he saw was incredible! His daughter's exposed ass lay before him.
The sight made Tim's erection worse, and he had a sudden epiphany: he was witnessing his own daughter's naked pussy for the first time. She was no longer his little child, but (in that instant) a seductive lady whom he really wanted to slide his cock inside, but he knew he couldn't.
She roused herself as he drew nearer.
Salutations, Daddy. Good morning. Tell me what you're up to.She noticed his manhood peeking out from under his jeans as she studied his fixed gaze.
"Oh, well... Greetings, my love. I arrived to pry you out of your slumber. You were unresponsive when I knocked on your door.
Excuse me, Daddy. I'm going to get dressed right now.
Alright, I'll whip up some breakfast and get the goods to the boat. Get moving quickly.
"I will."
As he slipped out of her room, he saw her undress and slide off the bed, revealing her alluring posterior once more.
"Oh my, I really must put a stop to this nonsense!He made an effort to ignore or dismiss those ideas.
They hurry off to start the day, so Bobby and Ashley can get some sleep in.
At approximately 9 a.m., Ashley woke up, brushed her teeth, and headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. At about 9:30, Bobby heard noises coming from the kitchen and quietly peeked in. He observed his mom, who wore her signature oversized t-shirt and pants—something he noticed every time she leaned over to retrieve a plate or glass—and, as she deposited the dishes in the dishwasher, Bobby was treated to the sight of her ample bosom swaying beneath her shirt, clearly without a bra.
Bobby leaned over and kissed her cheek as she stood at the sink, seizing the moment to surprise her and remind her of the effect her body had on him.
"Good morning, mom."
"Oh, good morning, Bobby." She was taken aback because, as a surprise, Bobby had his cock pressed into her ass while he kissed her cheek, wrapped his arms around her, and knew it would seem innocent enough. He wanted her to feel the effect of her sexiness on his young body.
Ashley grew enraged with him for attempting to take liberties with her body, so she pushed him back and reprimanded him when he refused to release her from his grip.
This is a young dude. The minute you are aroused, you have no right to mess with a woman's body! Especially the one belonging to your own mother.
"But, Mom, last week..."
A halt! The events of last week were unwise. I was feeling lonely and the want to touch a man's body washed over me when you caught me. She looked down at his buttocks and said, "You have a gift there." "But it can also be a burden to you. You're extremely well endowed, and eventually, you'll make your partner extremely happy, but only if you act right."
"Sorry mom. Maybe you can teach me how to act around a sexy woman."
"We can talk about sexual situations, but we can't touch each other."
"Ok mom."
At the same time...
Tim located an ideal anchoring site on the lake.
"Wow, dad, it's beautiful out here."
"Sure is. This spot out here is excellent for fishing. Let's get started."
Tim assembled the fishing equipment, instructed his daughter in the art of baiting the line, and then cast his line into the water. As soon as Mindy listened to her dad, she inserted both poles into their respective holders and waited for the fish to bite. Tim sat down next to his pole, poured himself a beer, and took in the serene lakeside scenery. With her pole safely resting in its holder, Mindy took a step back and started to undress.
"Woah! What are you doing?"
"What? This beautiful weather seemed like a good time to tan. I've got my bathing suit under these clothes."
While at the lake, Mindy planned to try to get a tan by wearing her bikini under her shorts and half-top.
"Sorry, babygirl, we need to focus on our poles and not get too relaxed out here."
"But, it's..."
"Don't argue with me. This is what we planned, and this is what we'll do."
"But..."
"Nope. Look, I've already got one hooked."
She noticed that her father's line appeared to be showing indications of a hooked fish. Tim leaped to his feet, fetched the fish with his pole, and finally caught it. With her interest piqued, Mindy saw her father's arousal as he worked his pole.
"You see. If we don't focus on our poles, we may let one get away."
As Mindy studied her dad's little bulge in shorts, she thought, "The only pole I want to focus on is the one in your shorts."
Tim eventually realized that his daughter was frustrated because the boat was too chilly for her to enjoy a sunbathing.
"I tell you what, honey. If you focus purely on fishing for the next few days, I'll let you work on your tan on Friday. Is that fair?"
"How about Thursday?"
"Ok. Thursday."
"Thank you, daddy."
After saying that, she stood up and embraced her dad tightly. Tim felt an erection in his penis as she rubbed against him. As Mindy felt her father's stimulated cock press against her, she became aware of his growing arousal over her body. At that very moment, her reel started to spin.
"Quick, grab your pole. It looks like you have a big one. Hang that puppy."
After she hooked a fish, Tim showed her how to reel it in. He told her to reel in the fish after they both saw that they had hooked it. It felt solid, like a big fish.
"Dad, can you help me? It's too tough to reel in."
In order to help his daughter, Tim ducked behind her and extended his hand. He did this to the point where his semi-hard cock stuck between her bubble butt's cheeks. For the two of them, it was an extraordinary sensation. The fish were swimming around a lot because they were fighting. His covered cock glided up and down his daughter's incredible arse, and the resulting dry hump action stimulated them both to high levels.
They hauled in the fish at last, and it was indeed the biggest that Tim had ever caught. But Mindy won because the fish landed on her pole. After they got back into their usual routine, Tim felt an overwhelming wave of remorse. He knew that his little girl had sensed his aroused member between her butt cheeks and was convinced that she was the cause of his aroused state. Mindy could feel his shame.
"Are you okay, dad?"
"Yeah. It's just that... oh, never mind."
"Obviously, something is bothering you. Talk to me, dad."
"I apologize.
In what way?"
"You know why."
"Absolutely not. Please share your concerns with me.
"Pay attention. It's been quite some time since we last had any kind of close relationship. I am very attuned to stimuli since I am a male. I apologize if the frequent rubbing of my hands against you while I helped you with your line was painful. I apologize.
Don't feel bad about it, dad. Knowing that I can arouse a man with my body is reassuring. I must admit that I was also aroused. Given the current humidity, I will most certainly have to wash my bikinis.
All right. It is sufficient. This kind of conversation has no place here.
With an alluring tone, she murmured, "Ok, daddy."
While the rest of the family enjoyed a sexually uneventful evening, Mindy slept under her short nightshirt once again in the hopes that her father would see her in her partially naked state when he went to wake her up that morning. Tim, as the previous morning, tapped on the door before coming in.
She slept in the same position as before, and he got a good look at her bare pussy and ass. This time he got closer and stared at her bottom. When she finally woke up, they continued their routine from the previous morning, which ended with them leaving the dock to find a place to drop anchor and start fishing.
Bobby and Ashley woke up at the same time as the previous day, and once again, he was greeted by the sight of his scantily clad mother in the kitchen. His large cock quickly became fully aroused, and he approached his mother again, kissing her cheek from behind and letting her feel his erection against her ass. However, this time, his erection was brief and didn't last long; he quickly withdrew when he realized she had felt it.
He said, "Good morning, mom," in a charming way.
Once more, the feeling of her son's firm member pressing against her aroused her pussy, and she was slightly let down when he removed it.
"My darling, good morning. Got a good night's rest?"
"Yeah, but I spent a good portion of the night trying to figure out what to ask you about the female body and how to properly approach a woman sexually."
Well, therein lies the rub. Until a woman feels comfortable enough with a man, she usually doesn't want him to approach her sexually. A woman may occasionally feel the desire to be fucked, but generally speaking, she prefers to get to know a man and form a friendship before she lets him get intimate with her.
"Hmmm, that's good to know."
In any case, have breakfast, get dressed, and come outside and enjoy the beautiful weather. Please don't take offense, but I had intended to get a tan today.
"Fine with me, mom."
Bobby glanced at his mom's exposed breasts every so often as they completed breakfast. After he went to wash the dishes, his mom cleaned up the kitchen. As Bobby got up, Ashley couldn't help but notice the noticeable bulge in her son's pajama trousers.
His cock is enormous, she thought to herself.
As Bobby got out of the shower and made his way to his mom's cabin, he noticed that she was wearing a tiny bikini bottom, but the top was undone so she could lay on her stomach without any tan lines on her back. Bobby, anticipating that they would be working on their tans, sported his speedo swimsuit to cover as much skin as possible.
Ashley turned to face her son as he arrived, and although he couldn't see her breasts, he was given to the sight of a prominent sideboob—a result of their enormous size.
"Bobby, my darling, would you mind being a doll and applying some lotion to my back so I don't get burned?"
"Sure mom."
Before massaging the lotion over his mom's back, Bobby warmed his hands by rubbing his palms together after squirting the lotion into them. On multiple occasions, he covered her back in that manner.
"Do the back of my legs, too."
In a series of alternating motions, Bobby began at her feet and worked his way up his mother's legs, eventually reaching her upper thighs. During this action, Ashley was shocked as the side of his palm brushed against her covered pussy.
"Sorry mom."
"Try to be more careful, Bobby. A woman's private area can be sensitive and easily stimulated at times."
He chuckled and said, "Good to know, mom."
"Stop." She teasedly told him to stop.
Bobby set the bottle aside, and they sat back and relaxed in the sun that morning. They had started to quench their thirst with wine coolers due to the scorching weather. Ashley, who isn't very heavy, became tipsy after just a few hours in the heat and four wine coolers.
"I think I need more lotion, Bobby."
"Ok mom."
Bobby went back to massaging his mom's back with the lotion, but this time he started at her sides and worked his way up to her sideboob. Even though his hands made her pussy wet, she admonished him once again.
"Bobby, you need to be more careful with where your hands roam."
"Sorry, mom, but the sides of your breasts are exposed to the sun, and I thought that they should be protected as well."
"You can see my breasts?"
"Not entirely. But they are huge, and lying like that exposes a lot of side-boob. Can I see them in full?"
"Of course not!"
"You kinda owe me."
"WHAT?!"
You could show me your amazing breasts instead of seeing my bare cock, Mom. You caressed it and jacked me off until I arrived.
The unexpected outcome was that Ashley was more tipsy and aroused than she had anticipated.
"Wow, isn't that incredible?While grinning.
Very much so!"
If you have never laid eyes on them, how can you possibly claim that they are incredible?"
"I can tell by the sight of your sideboobs and the way they move back and forth under your nightshirt."
"You gaze at them through my nightshirt."
Sure thing. You're not a good mother.
Hold on a second. You have no right to publicly declare that you desire to fuck me while I am a mother.
"But you are."
After lying there in awe for a while, Ashley said, "I'm honored, Bobby, but I apologize." I am not fuckable.
"Well, the least you could do is let me see your breasts, since you did see my cock."
Ashley's conscience was strongly against her exposing her breasts to her son, but he was making a valid point. Besides, she got a glimpse of his member, and the topic was certainly making her feel aroused. Besides, it's just breasts; he's an adult; he should be able to handle it.
Ashley silently stood up, and Bobby fixed his gaze on her breasts as they became visible.
Mom, that's incredible! "They're beautiful." And indeed, they were. Bobby was thrilled to finally lay eyes on his mom's ample 36DD breasts, which he had never seen before. His cock reached a hardness he had never felt before, and his bulbous head and approximately four inches of thick shaft stuck out from the top of his tiny, tight swimsuit.
After noticing her son's reaction to her breasts, Ashley gasped as she saw his big cock sticking out of his suit.
"Oh my God, Bobby."
Ashley started to lower herself again as she realized this confrontation could get worse.
"Wait."
After a while, Ashley froze.
"Please don't lay down."
"My sweetheart, Bobby. What are we going to do?
I'm fine, mama. You already jacked me off after seeing my cock. Let me enjoy the sensation of gazing at your lovely breasts.
After briefly closing her eyes, Ashley returned to her sitting position.
"My mom, I am sorry. What stunning creatures!
"Thanks, Bobby; your penis is beautiful too."
"Do you want to touch it again?"
Sure thing. However, I am unable to do so. You may talk all you want, but I already told you we can't touch.
"Can I touch your breasts?"
Oh no. No touching allowed.
"Mom, please. Your ability to touch my cock while I am unable to do the same is unfair. I suckered on them when I was a baby!
Ashley pondered for a few more seconds.
"Ok, just a little."
A gentle touch from Bobby's hand caressed his mother's breasts. He reached down and caressed her delicate breasts, then went on to her nipples, giving them a little extra attention. As Ashley's vagina pumped more fluid into her bikini, she closed her eyes. At some point, she groaned in hushed frustration because the sensation had been too intense. Bobby shifted his head to his mother's breast, opened his lips, and started lapping and sucking on her bare tit because he knew she was aroused.
Ugh, darling. "We just cannot do it." Despite her moans, she refrained from removing herself or shoving her son off her.
Bobby extended a hand to her after sensing her intense arousal. Caressing his cock, he delicately transferred his mother's hand to him. Initially, she made an effort to withdraw. At last, though, she let her guard down and took hold of his massive shaft. As Bobby played with one hand and relished the sensation of his mother's fingers running up and down his cock, he lowered his suit and resumed sucking on his mom's tit.
Ashley could feel the cock pulse of her son very soon, signaling that he would soon be cupping. Upon his arrival, Ashley experienced a little climax. She leaped to her feet and dashed back inside the cabin, making a beeline for the master bedroom. There, she shut the door and promptly plopped herself down on the bed's edge.
Bobby heard her sobs as he walked up to her door. His mother sat with her legs dangling as he cautiously opened the door; in his haste to flee, he had forgotten to put her top back on. Her exposed breasts enticed him, but he knew he needed to proceed with caution.
His mother felt a sense of relief when he embraced her. She felt a flush come over her as she opened her eyes to reveal her son's partially arched member. At the same time, Bobby couldn't help but appreciate his mother's incredibly firm nipples since he didn't want to frighten her. To Ashley's surprise, his penis erupted fully once more.
Oh my. Once again, you're having trouble?
Apologies, mom. It just gets to me.
"Go take care of it yourself, and we'll talk later."
Nothing came of their opportunity for a private conversation that night.
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None of the four of them experienced a sexual escalation on Wednesday.
Thursday came around, and Mindy had mastered the art of fishing.
She hid her bikini bottoms with a short skirt and a cropped t-shirt. They had caught a decent number of fish by midday, and Mindy was now eager to go swimming. Tim reclined in his chair and watched as his daughter took off her shirt one piece at a time. Then she got to her feet and got ready to leap into the water, skirt undone. Tim covered his eyes with sunglasses so his kid wouldn't see that he was staring at her.
"Here goes." She leaped into the water while yelling.
"My inferno, Dad! Man, this is sick. Dive right in.
"Sorry, but unlike you, I didn't bring swim attire."
"Dude, that's nuts! Was today your "commando" day?
"What?"
"Are you wearing boxers?"
"Of course."
"Then take off your shorts and jump into your boxers."
"I can't disrobe in front of my daughter and parade around in my boxers."
My father. No one requested that you put on a show. Take off your shorts and dive right in. No way.
So, alright. You should turn around.
As soon as Mindy pivoted, Tim undressed and dove in. After swimming for half an hour, they chose to return to the boat. With her father pleased with a glance of her lovely form as she ascended the ladder, Mindy took the lead. He got up shortly after her, fully erected, since she wasn't looking.
As her father ascended the ladder, Mindy stole a quick glimpse in his direction, and what she saw was her father's completely hard cock, protruding from his boxers. Mindy was ecstatic when she saw his damp boxers pulled all the way up to his cock, revealing his entire shaft. To her delight, her father's erection was a direct result of her.
“Wow, dad. Is what I said true? She looked at the noticeable bulge in his boxers and nodded her head.
"My apologies, darling. Long time no see, like I mentioned before. It was inevitable.
"Does my body turn you on?" In a seductive whisper, she spoke.
With a look of embarrassment on his face, Tim glanced to the deck, but he said nothing. At his side, Mindy drew nearer.
"Daddy, tell me the truth. Are my privates a source of pleasure for you? Or was it the mere idea of my pussy's appearance (or sensation) that captivated you?
My apologies, darling. Seeing you in this state, though, has an effect on my body, as I mentioned before; it has been quite a while. It just gets to me. It occurred suddenly.
Dad, it's alright. We will overcome this.
They lingered on the boat for some time before deciding to cast their lines a bit further. Suddenly, there was a shift to cloud cover.
My father. This swimsuit isn't drying and is getting cold, so I should probably take it off. I need to take off this suit, but I'm going to change back into my skirt and top since I forgot to bring any additional clothes.
"I'll turn around."
As Tim averted his gaze, Mindy undressed. Tim gazed at the chrome shifter as his daughter stood there entirely nude, her body exposed to him. Unaware that Mindy was staring at him, he began to examine her figure on the shifter, oblivious to her presence. The assignment was eventually finished, albeit it took her a while.
“Alright, dad. It was her turn, and she shifted her attention to her.
As Tim retrieved his shorts, he discarded his boxers. Mindy cocked her head ever-so-slightly to gaze at her dad's buttocks. His member was fully extended, and the sight of her father's firm member made her pussy wet. She was staring at his cock when Tim turned to look at her. When she licked her lips, he knew it was time to reward her. In order to focus on his strong member, he averted his gaze. As he lightly caressed it, he could almost hear her moaning. He proceeded to put on his shorts.
"Ok, I'm done."
With a few of drinks in hand, they kicked back and enjoyed the gentle wind. After a few hours, Tim noticed that Mindy had reclined in her seat and was fast asleep. While the other was tucked under her buttocks, one leg was draped over the armrest. Here, she had her skirt lifted just high enough for him to glimpse the bottom. He could see his daughter's bottom labia well. They had a minor dilation and were damp. Now as Tim was gazing at his daughter's lovely pussy, his cock sprung up straight.
Her skirt hem and her half top were both lifted by a gust of wind, revealing her stunning breasts for an instant. Tim was astounded by his good fortune. In that instant, he caught a glimpse of his daughter's exposed breasts and her vagina. Tim couldn't help but fantasize as he gazed at her exposed pussy. He imagined the flavor, the tightness, and the sensation of sliding his cock into her vagina. Her period was so unpredictable when she was a teenager that her mother, Ashley, had prescribed the pill to her, so he knew she was taking it. Therefore, he pondered the sensation of injecting his daughter with his powerful sperm and burying his cock into her cunt.
He was unaware that Mindy had awakened. Her eyelids gradually reopened, and she beheld her father's intense gaze fixed on her lower half. Looking down, she noticed that he was having a hard time due to his unhindered view of his baby girl's moist pussy. She knew her father lusted after her because she saw him repeatedly rub his shorts' bulge. Tim let out an audible grunt as he watched his daughter raise her upper leg higher on the armrest, her pouty lips extending as if to entice him to taste her.
Tim noticed that she was awake and watching him after that motion, and he shifted his focus to her face to admire her beautiful figure. Their gazes met as she extended her arm. The top moved up her chest, revealing her father her lower breast half.
"You enjoy it," she said with an air of flirtatious seduction.
I see. "I apologize," her father said in an embarrassment.
"Feel free. Thanks for complimenting my figure. The idea of what my dad wants to do with her has my cunny very damp right now.
"My desires and my actions are totally distinct from one another. I wish I could make you happy, but I just can't.
After that, he stood up straight, stowed the poles, and returned to the shore.
While mom and son were at the cabin today, nothing happened.
Mindy glanced across at her dad as they reached the dock and started to make their way back to the cabin.
"Dad, thank you for everything."
"Oh, you're welcome, baby girl."
I would be completely on board with us continuing our study of one another if you ever reconsider. Even if you and mom aren't intimate anymore, I would be completely cool with it if you ever wanted to explore that possibility with me. I have dreamt about the first time your cock enters my vagina, and I'm sure mom would be fine with us becoming lovers. Masturbation, oral (both ways), and sexual intercourse are all parts of sex that I would love to explore with you since I believe we would be very compatible lovers. The idea of you inserting your shaft into my love canal has made me very aroused, and I have fantasized about you planting your seed in my vagina. Remember that, and think about it. I adore you, papa.
She proceeded to go ahead of her father while raising her skirt to expose her bare behind, hoping to get him to go to bed with her.
Little did they know, Ashley was secretly listening and observing through an open window, trying to piece together what had happened on the lake between her husband and their daughter.
"Continuing their exploration of each other?" She pondered. Excuse me?!
Portrait
Standing in front of the home with her hands on her hips, Mom remarked, "Where do you think you're going, young lady?" "We have to take pictures!"
"Mooom," Sandy exclaimed as she made her way to the front porch. A pale head and shoulders were exposed by the muscular redhead's silky blue dress, which swung across her chest and hips and dipped to her legs. "We're already running late for prom."
"Then you'd better start posing fast," advised your mom.
According to John, "What's going on?" As he stepped onto the porch, the screen door slammed shut in his wake. Slate dress pants and a charcoal sport coat were adorned by Sandy's identical twin brother. He had been patiently waiting for the last possible moment to tie his tie, gripping it tightly in his palm.
"Mom wants to take pictures," Sandy declared, his voice betraying their mother's desire for them to sustain matching stab wounds.
"This was inevitable," John remarked. "We can't get dressed up and not do pictures."
Mom exclaimed, "See, your brother gets it!" as she began to fiddle with her camera on the front lawn. "You two look so adorable; we have to get photos to send to the whole family." By the end of the session, the photos were ready to be sent.
It was all for a brief photograph, Sandy thought to herself.
Their green, vinyl-sided farmhouse-style home was bathed in golden sunlight as the sun dipped below the horizon at the crack of dawn. This was the ideal time for a pre-prom photoshoot, even Sandy had to admit it.
As a practical joke, the three of them—all 18 years old—had planned to attend prom together. They felt it would be funny to go to prom as each other's dates since the twins had always been so close. They were both expected to find their real partners at the dance, but the siblings made an exception.
They looked dapper for the night, the two siblings. Thin shoulder straps and an exposed chest that teased at the tops of Sandy's large breasts made her light blue dress provocative without being scandalous. Her slim waist was embraced by the shimmering emerald fabric, which flared outward to accentuate her unexpectedly ample hips.
If the males could look away from Sandy's naked body for a second, they would see that she had a thin braid hanging loosely to one side and her long, flaming red hair pulled up over her shoulders. The only cosmetic enhancements she wore were a little darkening around her dazzling blue eyes, a touch of pink on her wide cheekbones, and a hint of coral on her ample lips.
John, her identical twin, hadn't put in nearly as much effort to be ready. The fact that he looked excellent only added insult to injury. Because of his swimming physique, he had wide shoulders and a well-defined barrel chest. His well-defined muscles were highlighted by his charcoal suit. The way he had his brown hair tousled gave the impression that he had let it hang loose. His twin's unusually warm blue eyes matched his own.
"I'm going to start with Sandy alone, first," stated the mother. She got down on one knee behind the camera as if to begin filming, but her siblings knew better because they had seen her set up before.
Sandy dutifully positioned herself at the top of the steps leading to the wraparound porch, hands resting on her hips. The light, which was now visibly orange as it was setting, flickered across her eyes, and she squinted.
Okay, Mom, that's great. "Put your purse on one of the rocking chairs and then come back. I want your hands free."
Per her mother's instructions, Sandy complied. On her return, she placed one hand on a white column and the other firmly planted at the point where her waist and rear met.
"My darling, that's just right," Mom announced. "Now turn to me. Smile. No, I said smile."
It was Sandy who said, "I am smiling," with his jaw clenched.
According to Mom, "Tell your face." John couldn't help but snicker in response. Sandy would seek redress for his actions at a later date.
The redhead girl shook herself, took a long breath, and then continued striking the stance. That evening, she couldn't stop thinking about her date. In addition to being tall and gorgeous, Corey supposedly had dynamite in his sack, according to his exes.
Sandy was a huge fan of science fiction, video games, comic books (especially Spider-Man), and video games, despite her outwardly shy and reserved personality. She disliked high school boys and hadn't dated much while she was there. They couldn't stop gushing about their bodies and the people they had recently slept with. It was an accomplishment of which to be proud.
But being a virgin wasn't something Sandy wanted anymore now that she was 18 and going to college. She felt emotionally prepared for a real man and was prepared for the changes that would come with university life. All she needed was for her physical self to be prepared as well. Consequently, she sought out Corey after asking about for a simple lay.
Sandy had no interest in going to prom with this meathead with an ego bigger than a small European nation merely for the sake of conversation. Not to mention that rumors circulated that he had other, more appropriate uses for his mouth. As she imagined what would happen that night, Sandy's excitement level skyrocketed, and she shuddered with fear.
"That's perfect, honey, just like that," exclaimed the mother.
What Corey was about to offer Sandy was something she considered once more. It was all she desired, and more. It was nerdiness, not horniness, that made her horny. She probably felt her need intensify as she stared at her reflection.
"Oh, that is delightful," Mom exclaimed. "Don't lose that expression. Hold it for as long as you can. Alright, great, honey, you can take a break. Let me do John's solos next."
As if it were a ticking clock, John gazed up at the horizon with impatience. "We really do need to get going, Mom," remarked the man. However, he posed with one hand in his pocket at the top of the stairs.
In her v-neck t-shirt, Mom exposed her breasts as she leaned down to adjust her tripod. Even though Mom had twenty years more experience on Sandy's body, she still had it. A little paunch in her stomach, bigger thighs, and a little droop in her breasts were all signs of the effects of time and motherhood. But everyone was in agreement that Mom's already prominent MILF persona was made much more noticeable by these alterations.
Although Mom's figure mirrored that of her daughter's, her facial features were more reminiscent of John's: slim, oval, with small lips and a square nose. She matched John's dark hair color and had eyes that were caramel-deep brown. Their father gave the twins their startling sapphires.
"OK, sweetie, same as your sister, let's see that smile," mused Mom. Sweet Sandy. John was the one I loved. There was never a loving term used to describe either of them.
Looking boldly into the horizon, John put on his customary performance. Sandy once found him doing it while staring at himself in the mirror. It had the ideal proportions of self-assurance, thoughtfulness, and a dash of mischief. His blue eyes furrowed slightly, and his lips curled ever-so-slightly. His pecs and biceps are on full display as his chest is thrown apart. Although Sandy felt it made him appear foolish, she was aware that it enthralled other females.
"Very nice," Mom remarked. A disapproving shake of Sandy's head met her gaze. It seems that not even their mother could resist John's irresistible charm.
“That’s the smile I want, honey," Mom replied. "Keep it up. Maybe try some other poses."
John moved his hips in response to his mother's instructions. Sandy watched as her brother was very self-centered, carefully choosing his poses to show off his body, but she didn't bat an eye. John, she realized, was different from the other boys in high school.
Alright, John was pretty much like every other high school boy. Juggler, naive, and full of himself. A huge hit, particularly among females. Everyone in the school knew John. If anyone bothered to look up the definition of the phrase, they would name him a Casanova. Sandy discontinued hosting her small group of friends at her residence due to her twin brother's habit of bedding them.
But Sandy saw, in her heart, that John was unique. He felt compelled to act in this manner. While she did read a lot of books, he read even more. He was very kind, considerate, and adorable. Deeply, she adored her brother. Sandy pondered the possibility that she had delved too deeply, recalling the numerous occasions when she had been alone with her lengthy pink toy while her brother's current flame ecstatically yelled from across the room.
Mom responded to her daughter, "Those pictures were great, sweetie," before turning to face her. "Did you see what a good job your brother did?"
"Yes, Mom," Sandy replied.
"We really must depart without delay," John declared as he anxiously checked his Fitbit. In twenty minutes, the prom will begin. Kiley, a pale, slender brunette, was John's date, and Sandy knew she would be waiting for him.
The time was a worry for Sandy as well. Even while she knew Corey was a solid bet, that was partly the issue. She was well aware that the charming boy would find someone else to date that evening if she failed to arrive on time.
Mom took a step back from the camera and sent her kids an icy stare. The twins were now fully aware that they were in danger.
Mom inquired, "How often do you two get dressed up?" before answering her own question. "Never. I never receive high-quality photos of my babies to share with the family. Every year, I see your cousins all dolled up, and I'm stuck with nothing to share back."
It was an absurd assertion. All that expensive photography gear in their front yard is proof that their mom was always snapping pictures. The twins, though, had heard this debate before and knew better than to interject.
"My babies are all grown up, and I want to make sure I capture every memory," Mom added, her voice accentuating her sniffles. "And with your father no longer with us..."
"He's just at work, Mom," John sighed in frustration.
"Yes, but he can't see the two of you all dressed up, now can he?" answered the mother.
John locked eyes with his footwear. He had the support of his mother. Sandy made no effort at all.
"Can you truly not take five minutes away from your all-important lives to let your dear old mother, the woman who birthed and raised you—sacrificed everything for you—take a couple of pictures to remember you by and share with her family so they know how proud she is?"
John responded, "Of course we can, Mom," despite his heavy defeat.
Sandy remarked, "Sorry, Mom," with the same amount of resignation.
It's going to be no more disagreements, Mom promised. "You've agreed to listen to what I say, so you're going to do it without complaint, or I'm canceling prom. You can take a few quick photos and be on your way, or you can spend the night sitting in the living room in your comfortable clothes. Your choice."
The twins made a pact to work together.
“Good choice,” Mom remarked. Her cheery smile reappeared. "I'll take a few pictures of the two of you together, and we'll be done."
Both of the twins gave each other a subtle nod. At last, they were nearly through with this humiliating procedure, and they could resume their lives.
"Now, Sandy, honey, if you could stand at the top of the steps, That's right. And John, sweetheart, stand next to your sister and put your arm around her shoulder. Place the other arm around her waist. There you go; that's beautiful. "Both of you grin."
There was no hiding the fact that Sandy's cleavage was on full display in this posture; she could see her twin brother was staring as well. Her brother tightened his hold on Sandy's delicate waist, and for an instant she thought she could see his indecent wants rushing through them both.
"My darling, you must abandon the practice of squinting," Mom said her.
Sorry, Mom, but the sun was in Sandy's eyes.
"Very well, I get that," Mom remarked. "I appreciate you informing me. In that case, why don't you step aside? You see, it wasn't quite all the way. John, please take a step back from your sister. You are her date, not her specter, so please, move closer. Interlock your fingers with hers. What a fantastic young man.
Even though she was perfectly warm, Sandy trembled when she felt her brother's powerful hands grip her exposed shoulders and his chest against the open back of her dress. In retrospect, she understood she was actually too warm.
"Come on, John, stop messing around and stand behind your sister," urged the mother. "You're the one who said he was in a rush."
Sandy felt her brother gingerly put his hips behind hers. All of a sudden, she realized why he had been standing apart up until that point. He was incredibly strong. Sandy could feel his boner pressing into her ample posterior.
"I'm really sorry, sis," John said, and his utter shame was plain to see in his expression.
"It's OK," Sandy mumbled, turning her head to make sure her brother could hear. John nodded in relief and nestled into Sandy. Amazingly, he pressed his member even deeper into her butt, as if he were grasping a baseball bat behind her.
"That was nice, with your heads together," mused Mom. "Go back to that."
With John's head tilted over Sandy's shoulder, his warm breath caressed her ear. It was clear that Mom and John were aware that that was a sensitive area for her, but they couldn't have known. Regardless, her mother and brother were plotting to provoke her now. As John's fingers pressed against her shoulders and rocket pressed against her bottom, Sandy felt a small trickle of warm honey between her legs. Oh no.
"Hold right there," Mom said as she stood behind the camera and began taking pictures. The sound was like happy, digital noise, and Mom kept muttering to herself, as if she were chatting with an imaginary photographer. "That's nice, but what if? " Yes. Following that,... An excess of it. I would guess it's little lighter. You can see it. On the other hand, potentially... Please, darling, bring your hand down a little.
Is it similar?"What's going on?" John whispered as he moved his hand from Sandy's shoulder to her bicep.
"Lower," Mom remarked.
John delicately lowered his hand till it rested at Sandy's waist.
Quickly, quickly, quickly, Mom responded, "That's nice."
John let his hand droop to the ground.
"Lower," Mom said again.
John hardly extended his arm, but Sandy let out a gasp as she realized her brother was about to touch something intimate.
Is this it?To John, the question was posed.
"Lower," Mom raised her voice in a furious tone.
John twisted his hand so as not to touch anything inappropriate, all the while trying to win over his mother. Then, as if to make his point, he lowered his palm directly upon Sandy's plump buttocks, and Sandy shivered in reaction.
She was convinced they would hear it at this very moment, but their mother simply smiled and said, "That's it!"A long time coming, she exclaimed. After what seemed like an eternity, she retreated behind the camera.
Even though Sandy had no idea what her mother was up to, she knew she had to remain still or face another scolding; her brother's hand was on her butt, and his prick was trying to burrow into her butt. At this point, Sandy was really dripping.
"Now slowly move your hand around Sandy's leg toward the front," suggested the mother.
With a sigh, John released Sandy's bottom and crept to the relative safety of her dress-covered thigh, running his fingers over the silky fabric of her dress. Their siblings shared a collective exhalation of breath.
That's great; Mom encouraged me to keep going.
The motion of John's hand was relentless as it approached his sister's front end. Neighboring her hip's natural curve. Nobody should ever let a brother's hand go to a spot.
Upon touching her dress-covered Mons with his thumb, Sandy let out a small squeak.
“That’s perfect,” Mom exclaimed.
"Um, Mom," John teased.
"Just hold it there for a sec," Mom exclaimed.
"Alright, but," Sandy pointed out, "Tommy's hand is making an unusual contact with me in an unusual spot." Down there.
"I'm almost done," Mom replied, her voice filled with a steady stream of command.
Ugh. John's fingers were dangerously near to Sandy's prize, but his hand wasn't quite touching her sex. Sandy was sure her twin could feel the heat of her pussy through her clothing; she even thought he could feel her flooding. To make matters worse, her naughty slit appeared to be releasing more liquid as her brother held it there. Nervously, Sandy shifted her hips, but all she managed to do was bring John's fingers closer to her prize.
"Ooh, that's even better," exclaimed the mother. "Hold that pose."
Ignoring her brother's erection felt like he was sticking a steel rod into her buttocks, and Sandy unconsciously moved her hips to counteract his firmness.
"Alright," Mom assured, "it's done."
As if taken aback, the siblings separated. It had been a close call, but they'd weathered it OK. Sandy would finally meet Corey, and John would finally meet Kiley. Life would be wonderful.
"Wait, I want one more," replied the mother. "Get back into the position you were in before."
Sandy let out an audible gasp as John's hand unexpectedly touched her privates. Simultaneously, her brother moaned and buried his sore member between Sandy's butt cheeks. The siblings had unintentionally fallen back together so rapidly.
"Wow, that's fantastic!My mom said, "Just hold there."
Three quick snaps.
"OK, now, Sandy, I want you to reach back with your hand and put it on John's leg."
Following her brother's instructions, Sandy pressed herself against his hard-on while her arm quivered with pleasure. She had never experienced such physical intimacy with a guy before, and witnessing it on him was a mix of exhilarating and terrifying.
At last, she was at his waist when she felt her palm brush across the leather of his belt.
"No, darling, lower, just like before," Mom responded.
Her mother could never desire such a thing, but wasn't Sandy already conflicted about her intentions? Sandy reasoned that Mom couldn't possibly know how she'd presented the questions; otherwise, she would have to come up with an alternative explanation.
Mom responded, "Sandy," her voice resuming its low, rumbling tone.
After saying "sorry, Mom," Sandy eventually wrapped her arm around her brother and clasped his strong behind. Holy cow, he felt great.
After saying "perfect," Mom muttered something along the lines of, "Jeez, you'd think I was asking her to jump off the Brooklyn Bridge."
Sandy remained motionless, her breaths coming in short gasps as she attempted to pose attractively for the camera. Her brother, too, was paralyzed with fear, waiting for the camera to snap.
"Alright," Mom said, "we're done."
Once again, the sibling duo parted ways, and a sense of relief spread across their faces.
"Now, we need to do some special ones for the Christmas card," mused Mom.
What the fuck?!
Although they denied saying it out, the twins insisted they could hear each other when they yelled out the term mentally.
"Are the two of you working together, or are you just going to remain in tonight?With a tap on her foot, Mom inquired.
With a quiet nod, Sandy and John returned to the top of the steps, where they would wait for their mother to instruct them on how to stand.
"For these, since they're for the family, I think we should do them slightly differently," remarked the mother.
The twins appeared to understand nothing as they nodded in agreement.
"OK, Sandy, I want you to stand facing the railing here," said your mom. "The sun has moved enough; I don't think it'll be in your eyes."
She prayed her face wasn't red from all she had been through, but Sandy nonetheless nodded and climbed up to the white railing of the porch, where she put her hands on the peeling paint.
Mom remarked, "Lovely, dear. You look so beautiful."
Sandy thanked his mother.
"Now, John, I want you to stand behind your sister," said the mother.
The two sets of siblings exchanged expressions, as if to say, "Here we go again." They had no idea it would be this horrible.
Both twins inhaled deeply as their clothed, intimate parts made contact, and Mom had John stand behind Sandy again to press him against her behind.
"Now put your hands on Sandy's arms," suggested the mother. "Yes, like that."
Recognizing the potential for a lovely portrait posed against the porch railing, adjacent columns, and the flower pot resting on her head, Sandy felt compelled to confess that this wasn't so awful.
Even though Sandy was going ballistic from the combination of her brother's perfume (a macho blend of sandalwood) and the heat of his skin on hers, as well as the pressure of his dick pressing into her butt, no one could tell from looking at the snapshot. Everything was OK. After the awkward and short circumstance ended, there was no need to continue the conversation.
"Sweetie, put your arms around Sandy's waist," the mother said.
Once again, Sandy enjoyed feeling her brother's comforting hand on hers. He seemed as though he could effortlessly toss her to whatever location he pleased. Even more overwhelming was the odor of his person. She fantasized about curling up with a huge cushion scented with her favorite aroma, wrapping herself in it, and going to sleep soundly.
While positioned behind her camera, Mom spoke the words "OK, good." "Hold there; I'm going to switch out lenses so we can do more of a portrait."
John and Sandy remained motionless, their bodies tightly interlocked.
"This is quite uncomfortable," Sandy remarked. Her attempts at laughter backfired, leaving her sounding even more anxious than before.
"I hope it's not too bad," John remarked. As if to emphasize his argument, his member pulsed while he spoke.
"Absolutely not," Sandy responded. "That is, I hope it isn't uncomfortable for you. Either."
"Making Mom happy," John exclaimed, his smile spread wide.
With a confident "you betcha," Sandy spoke.
"OK, kids, I'm all set." The mother added, "Hold that pose. Tilt your heads. Sandy, turn back and look up so you can see your brother's face. Look into each other's eyes for a moment. No no. As if you actually love each other. You know, like brother and sister? OK, there you go. Perfect. Stay there."
As Sandy gazed into the reflection of her own azure eyes, she felt a pang of warmth spread over her chest. Apparently, her pussy got a squirt of warm liquid when her heart melted. This is what she convinced herself was occurring, anyhow. Her mother's words jolted her out of her daze as she thought, "God, John's handsome."
"John, just bring your hands up to Sandy's chest," Mom said again.
What was her last statement?
Both Sandy and her brother seemed to take a second look.
"Please, come on," Mom urged, her finger rolled in a hurried signal. "You said you two were in a hurry, and I'm losing the good light."
"Like, here?" John asked, his palms resting on Sandy's squished belly.
"Geez, I thought you both did well in biology class," commented your mom. "Did you cheat on the tests or something? Chest, John. Hands. On your sister's. Chest."
John looked across at Sandy with a worried expression on his face. Still, she couldn't put her finger on what else he was looking at in his gaze.
He slipped his hands beneath her neck, resting them on the flat of her ribcage, directly above his sister's remarkable swells. Sandy knew that the way boys looked at her bosom was attractive. They had always seemed more like an imposition to her. While Sandy was initially self-conscious about her large breasts, she began to reconsider when she watched her brother approach them with a mix of curiosity and fear.
"Lower," Mom remarked.
"Here?" John inquired, placing his hands on Sandy's sides. Under her enormous balls, his fingers were playingfully teasing.
Their mom emerged from behind the camera after a lengthy sigh. She tapped her foot softly while her hands were on her hips. If she were any more stereotypical, her ears would be dripping with smoke.
"Just do it, John," Sandy kindly advised. Although the curvaceous redhead was uneasy, she understood that provoking their mother would further exacerbate the situation.
Breathing deeply, John paused. He extended his palms outward. His next step was to delicately drape them over his sister's bust.
Mom shouted, "Thank fucking God," before returning to her position behind the camera. Three quick snaps."Seriously, how could you even miss those massive things?"
Breathing deeply, Sandy paused. She had never been in another man's arms before, but here she was. Her sibling. Like a true gentlemen, he was making every effort to maintain a soft touch. Thinking to herself, Sandy wondered if that made her a slut. She wanted nothing more than for her twin to press down harder on her breasts right then. Grasp her curves. Exercise force, apply pressure, and squeeze.
While listening to her brother moan, Sandy couldn't help but wonder if he was also experiencing a gradual loss of control. His fingertips were barely brushing against her at the moment. Any second now his identical twin sister might burst, he thought to himself. It was both alluring and winding.
Mom became angry and yelled out, "John, what are you doing?!" They were both taken aback. "Please tell me, after all we've talked about today, that you're not actually doing what I think you are."
After taking a quick glance at his mom, John turned to Sandy. He moved his body in a jumbled fashion. He didn't know what his mom was trying to accomplish. At last he caved in to his worst, most destructive impulses and cupped his twin sister's tits in full. His sister Sandy merely sighed and loosened her grip on him, causing him to flinch in anticipation.
With her voice still shrill, Mom responded, "Thank you," and then returned to taking pictures. Three quick snaps."Fucking hell, it's a miracle I can get anything done with you two."
Despite smiling the whole time, Sandy was actually experiencing severe anxiety. Those little hands of my brother. On the breasts. Quite a shock. How wonderful it is. John, my goodness. Good day, Tommy. Press them firmly. Scrub them. My clothing is giving way to the sharp protrusion of my rigid nipples. She wanted to scream, Sandy felt so aroused. She had moved on to rubbing her butt against her brother's cock. He was unable to get near enough despite her best efforts.
It was awkward, but Sandy secretly wished their mom would strike a different pose—one where they weren't wearing anything. She had grown numb to the fact that they were sitting on the porch in their front yard, where they were visible to everyone. The neighbors were probably already staring out their windows at this obscene show. There must have been a dozen or more people around while the perverted siblings were acting out.
That's enough, John; I'll let you go, Mom said. Relieved and saddened, the two siblings blew out their breaths.
"Are we done?" John inquired. His remorse was audible to Sandy. He had stopped paying attention to the time. She was only his twin sister.
"Step back a little now, John; give Sandy some breathing room," suggested the mother.
Sandy said, "Damn it," as her consciousness began to slowly return. Nonetheless, she was too smart to wallow in self-pity over the breakup. Indeed, this was her identical twin.
"John, move your hands down so they're at Sandy's waist," advised the mother. In a flash, she snapped a couple photos. "Very well, the next step is to gently lower her hips."
While her brother dragged her back, Sandy bowed forwards, allowing him to place her with his hands more on her behind than her stomach.
"That's right, Sandy, let your head naturally rest on your arms on the railing there," advised the mother.
As Sandy looked down, she saw that she was entirely stooped over, her butt protruding upward, and her back perfectly straight.
"Don't step back, John; get right up next to your sister," suggested the mother.
Sandy attempted to hold back laughter in response to their mother's peculiar stance, which caused both siblings to gasp in surprise. Hadn't Mom noticed that John appeared to be imitating his sister's doggystyle?
"OK, stay in that position," replied the mother. "I'm going to get a bunch of different shots this way."
With a steady hand and a series of rapid clicks, the mother positioned herself behind the tripod. As she approached her children, she continued to snap photos as she went. Eventually, she made her way up to the wraparound porch, where she got a side view of the twins, all the while staring intently into the digital viewfinder.
In the meantime, the siblings' bodies were arranged in a way that elicited an unexpected response from them. John's dickey was pressed against Sandy's center, through both their clothes, and his hands were resting on her backside. They were essentially dry-humping, and the sensation was wonderful for both of them.
John yelled out, "Fuck me," perhaps a little too loudly.
As Sandy felt her brother's member attempting to insert itself into her, clothes be damned, an overwhelming need to do the same surged through her. The only thing that could satisfy her internal itching was her brother's thick stick.
"OK, I'm just going to adjust you two a little," said the mother. "Try to stay still while I pose you."
Little did they know that their mother was about to start shifting them at the waist, snap a few photos, and then act as if she was trying to process what she was seeing.
Sandy was already taken aback, but she was about to lose her composure when her mother pulled up her dress hem, revealing her entire redhead figure from waist down, as well as her pink, sheer, bikini-cut briefs, which were visible to everyone in the neighborhood.
What the fuck?! ""Sandy's voice erupted into a yell.
Mom stated, "I told you, don't move," while gently pinching her daughter's behind. "I'm still figuring this out."
Sandy's face turned red, and she could feel the intense gaze of her brother piercing through her jeans. But that became irrelevant as her mother took the initiative to remove them.
The sight of her bare bottom made Sandy flush as she showed her brother her full, pink butt and, under it, her pussy. She was aware of her full and spread vaginal lips and could feel her dampness, like being dipped in a warm stream. Sandy also had a full, hairy bush that was so thick it nearly covered her sex entirely; she had been considering shaving it, but now she knew she should have.
Worse, Sandy could smell her own arousal—a thick, heavy perfume that seemed to permeate deeply into everything around them—as the chilly spring air caressed her exposed backside and her brother's hands grasped hard.
“Hmm, something is still off," Mom remarked.
John was the next to gasp as Sandy turned around to see their mother undo his belt and rip off his pants and underwear in one smooth motion. John was also nude below the waist, with a penis that was drooping and so covered in blood that it looked almost purple. A thick drop of cumin oozed from its peak.
"Now we're making progress," Mom remarked, her gaze fixed on her children's exposed testicles. "Remember to stand united just like before."
The moment their mother repositioned herself to push John forward, his penis slipped beneath his sister's pussy, and the fact that their genitalia were barely touching was of no consequence; they were already deeply attached. Their siblings froze as well.
After exclaiming, "That's fantastic," Mom resumed taking shots and turned around to face the front of the porch, where she asked, "Would you two quiet down?"As if one could delay desire in such a manner, she inquired.
Mom started taking shots again after setting her camera on the tripod, saying, "That's right, hold each other close."
As they twisted involuntarily against each other, they were both attempting to avoid and achieve the same thing—sweating profusely—and their cocks and cunts were pouring. They panted like beasts.
Tommy, my darling, will you please do your mommy a favor and encase your sister with your penis?"
That's ridiculous!On this occasion, both of my siblings yelled it out.
Mom says, "I can tell it's getting in the way." She then goes on to suggest, "Hey, Sandy, honey, why don't you reach back and slide your brother's cock inside your cute little cunt?""
As if in a state of stunned silence, the entire neighborhood fell silent, not even the birdsong could break the stillness.
She reached back as if on autopilot. Sandy's body had lost control, and her arm trembled so badly that she thought it might fall off. Grabbing her brother's stiff dick, which was the first she'd ever felt, she held it in her hand. I gently dragged it forward until it was slotted in the correct spot.
"Come on, honey, I'm losing the light here," pleaded the mother.
After feeling her brother's cockhead press against her virginal opening, Sandy's pussy flared up, inviting this new intruder inside. John pushed forward, allowing nature to take its course.
Admitting him.
She pleaded with her brother to give her his cock.
"Oh no!As John threw himself into his sister's embrace, he let out an exclamation that was probably heard by everyone in town.
"There you go," Mom remarked, then she took up her camera and began shooting again. "Please don't go back and forth too much, OK?""
John responded, "Uh, huh," while desperately clutching his sister's behind, his dickens continuing to slide into her exposed pussy.
"Uh huh," Sandy remarked as her vagina gradually adjusted to the novel sensation. It was wonderful. She'd had toys in her before, but this was entirely different. It was as if something had been missing from her for a long time, and she was only now finding out about its existence.
Is getting comfortable still going for the two of you?With her hand resting on her hip, Mom inquired.
"He's big, Mom," Sandy remarked.
"She's really tight, Mom," John remarked.
With her camera in hand, Mom stood there, expressing her frustration that her children were wasting her valuable time.
"Oh my. And that was it, Sandy exclaimed. In my opinion. That, I believe, is everything.
Yes, John responded. She has everything. Within her. Holy cow, he felt enormous.
Now that you've arranged everything, would you mind striking a pose?"John, place your hands on her breasts," Mom said as she clicked the shutter button on the camera. Excuse me, but if I have to stress this point to you again, I will scream
After wriggling her arms out of the straps and pulling down her dress, Sandy exposed her bare breasts. Her outfit had now reduced to a ragged bright blue strip around her waist, and John reached down and squeezed her enormous bosom. She couldn't care less about propriety; all she wanted was to feel his hands on her tits.
John snatched her warm flesh in his hands, nearly letting out a cry in the process. Sandy's massive tits gushed out of his hands, while sharp pink nipples nibbled at his palms. The sensation was pure bliss.
What the hey... Oh! It was like her clitoral area was about to break forth from her body as Sandy slid one hand off the railing and rubbed and tickled herself till she felt herself go over the top. God, she thought to herself.
While Sandy had experienced orgasms before—albeit self-supplied ones—this was completely out of her league. It was like comparing a kiddie pool to the ocean, or a rowboat to the QE2. The sensation was so intense that Sandy's entire body trembled and juddered. The ecstasy surged up her arms and legs like lightning, encircling her until she lost control of her breathing, thoughts, and sensations.
As a piledriver drove the joy through her, that hot, hard cock inside her—her brother's dick—pushed her beyond comprehension. She felt frantic, out of control, incredible.
Once again, her brother pushed inside of her, amplifying the sensation. Sandy felt a shower of warm liquid descend her thighs; she had wet herself, and she didn't care what kind of fluid it was.
As the high school girl passionately fucked her twin brother, the only thing that mattered to her was the connection between her brother's bare cock and her pussy. The hot redhead was vaguely aware that her mother was still taking pictures—"Snap, snap, snap." She was also aware that the neighbors could easily see them.
Tommy, how are you doing at the moment? Mom responded, "Ooo, that looked like a good one.""
"Oh my. Oh no. "Ahh!" John made noises that sounded like words in his head but were actually complete gibberish. Even though Sandy's orgasm had slowed, it remained, like a stagnant pool of ecstasy, and she continued to roll. And yet, her brother was constructing. His member began to swell within her, and she could feel it.
"Well, John, do you think you can at least cough soon?" Mother inquired, "The sun is almost down, and I don't want to miss it."
"Getting close," John communicated.
“That’s a good boy," Mom remarked. "Ah, I knew you could pull it off, my darling. Now, Sandy, hold it in. I just saw your orgasm surge through you. It's only fair that you give your brother a turn, too, OK?"
What the hey... Oh my. Sandy began to babble.
"That's right, honey," Mom assured her daughter, "just hold on while your brother fills you up." What a beautiful girl.
Her eyes widened in surprise as a flood of reasonable thoughts rushed into her head. Suddenly, she knew exactly what she was doing and who she was with, as if someone were yelling it in her ear. The realism of the situation almost tore her mind apart.
"Mom who?""I'm not safe," Sandy whispered, her voice weak and tremulous. In no way safeguarded.
"Oh, that's OK, honey," said the mother. "It won't ruin the picture, I promise."
John addressed her as "Sandy, sis," and added, "Oh, you feel so good." If her confession had accomplished anything, it seems to have just encouraged her brother to press on. Oh no. How terrifying. My goodness, I'm going as well.
As Sandy turned to face her brother, she felt his body stiffen behind her. The force of his hands on her ass ached, and she felt a splattering of heat inside her pussy. A torrent of intense heat pounded down her cervix.
Incredibly, Sandy experienced yet another orgasm while her brother inseminated her fertile genitalia.
As the overwhelming joy overcame her, she let out a loud, high-pitched gasp and her eyes widened in shock. Her brother was implanting his kid into her, and her pussy roiled in an attempt to absorb all of the wonderful sibling sperm.
John injected his twin sister's snatch with sperm pulse after pulse. With each burst, she felt an overwhelming wave of pleasure. The pain was unbearable, but Sandy clung on to her brother's hand as he implanted his genetic material.
“Oh, my sister. John whispered, "Ah fuck. It's so amazing. Here, have it. All right, then.
"Behold," Mom exclaimed, "my precious babies!" Going swimmingly. You two have my utmost admiration. Fine, maintain that position. Just keep it held. Sure, I'm finished!"
*
A large glob of her twin brother John's cum fell out of her pussy and splashed over his chest as Sandy stared down at him on the ground beneath her, stunned.
John tried his best to avoid another stream of sperm as Sandy became aware that she was still on all fours, arms resting on the railing. Her hairy snatch dangled directly over John's chest. Her pussy let out an unpleasant cry.
Is everything OK, sis?John inquired as he smiled, his softness betraying his apparent stupidity, as his dickens lay half-shriveled on his naked leg.
"Fuh, fuck," Sandy said, her voice heavy with the slowly fading high. "Fucking.... Oh no. That's alright. I mean, really... My god. Oh my.
"It was, yeah. Incredulous, John exclaimed.
The siblings supported one another as they stood up, both of them exhausted from their ordeal. They persevered.
"So, what gives with the two of you standing there?""Aren't you supposed to be at the prom?," Mom inquired, her camera resting carelessly at her side."
In disbelief, the siblings locked eyes. Sandy, who appeared lifeless, lowered her dress to reveal her ample hips, readjusting the straps so they rested on her shoulders. Her expression betrayed her fear of the aftermath of the cosmetic procedure.
After the climax, John continued to try, in vain, to fasten his belt, and Sandy lowered herself to assist her brother in pulling it closed.
"I'm sorry. I have everything you need," he said with an apology.
"Yes, I know," Sandy whispered as she planted a swift, delightful kiss on her brother's lips.
"Come on, you're going to be late," said the mother. "I don't want to hear about how I took up all your time when the two of you are dawdling like this."
With a look of mutual suspicion, John and Sandy exchanged looks. "You were going to drive," Sandy added.
John stated, "Right, I need my keys."
"They're in your pocket, you big dummy," Sandy pronounced.
Thank you, you little dweeb," John protested.
The identical twins walked leisurely across the yard towards the driveway, arms intertwined.
"Have fun!" "I want lots of pictures!" Mom exclaimed.
Out of nowhere, an engine roared and brakes screeched. A silver vehicle skidded to a halt in front of their house as the siblings glanced upwards. Their dad leaped out onto the lawn as the door swung open.
"Am I too late for picture time?" In a panicked tone, Dad asked, "I made it home as quickly as possible."
"Oh, Donny, you're absolutely punctual," Mom exclaimed. "Now we can do all the mother-son and daddy-daughter photos!"
An incredibly unusual family photoshoot had just been finished by Sandy and her brother.
In an increasingly bizarre turn of events, the 18-year-old twins—who were both dressed for prom—took turns being posed in increasingly inappropriate ways until, on the front porch, John inseminated his sister's exposed pussy, stealing her virginity. Meanwhile, their mother was busy taking pictures.
They were finally prepared to go to prom. They heard the screech of brakes and the rumble of an engine as they got ready to go. As the kids glanced upwards, they witnessed a silver vehicle skid to a halt in front of their house. Their dad sprang out of the door as it swung open.
In a panicked tone, Dad questioned, "Am I too late for picture time?" His daughter responded, "I got home as soon as I could."
"Oh, Donny, you're absolutely right," Mom assured him. "Now we can do all the mother-son and daddy-daughter photos!"
Both of the siblings stood motionless.Hold on, what?
"Of course," Mom responded, making it sound so simple. "Come on, John, I want some pictures of you and me together on the porch."
Coldness gripped John. With a plea for assistance, he turned to face Sandy again. With the same expression of disbelief on her face, Sandy could only return her gaze to her twin brother. Instead of posing for more photos, they could have just showered, changed clothes, and maybe even had an intervention. However, at that same moment, neither sibling had a word to say.
Mom gently reassured John, "Don't worry, sweetie," as she could sense his hesitate. "It's all going to be fine."
"But Mom, I'm not sure..."
Mom went on to say, "Oh, I know, sweetie," in an attempt to bring comfort. "Your father doesn't have my visual eye. But I'm sure he'll take pictures we can be proud of."
John, too shocked to speak, grudgingly followed Mom to the top step of the front porch. At the same time, Dad ran wildly across the grass and began to tinker with the camera.
As Dad peered inside the viewfinder, he exclaimed, "Wow, you got some really good ones here, Samantha."
Sandy kept her distance from her father as he looked through the camera. His work attire consisted of khaki pants and a navy polo shirt. Even though her red hair was beginning to turn silver at the edges, her dad had the same crystal blue eyes and red hair. Dad looks good. Yes, that was Sandy's long-held belief. He had the nicest smile she'd ever seen, and he was in shockingly fantastic condition for a guy in his forties (John came in second, of course).
With a raised hand, Dad gestured for his daughter to come over and take a look. No matter what, Sandy was always the princess and John the sportsman. "Don't you and Sport look great together?" Neither of them was referred to with any endearing name.
Sandy deceived herself for a second into thinking her mom's camera only captured mundane, daily life. The truth was much harder to wrap one's head around. Screen time would never have shown her engaging in sexual relations with her brother; it would be absolutely insane.
And yet, there Sandy was, being pursued from behind by her own brother—in dazzling, full-color, 1080p. Her red hair was all over the place, and she had an open mouth. John held her enormous tits in his hands as if they were priceless jewels. Regardless, priceless mountains.
By pointing to an especially obscene photo of Sandy's nude body, Dad asked, "Is that the moment when sport came to you?" The image showed her mind definitely absent.
"Daddy!" Sandy said, his face turning scarlet. "I mean, maybe? I don't know."
He beckoned to his wife, who was now standing on the porch alongside her son, and said, "Look at you, princess; you're perfect." Dad said, "I promise you have nothing to be ashamed of." "You did a fantastic job on these, Samantha! I just hope I can come close to your standard."
She brushed her son's hair and said, "Oh, Donny, I'm sure you'll do great." Mom continued, "Besides, you have two excellent subjects. Wouldn't you say, sweetie?"
Even though she's well into her forties, the twins' mother is nothing short of remarkable. A red v-neck tee and mom jeans were her only pieces, yet she elevated them to the level of business attire. Indeed, Mom's tits had begun to droop, and she had a little bit of a stomach—really, hardly a paunch. But really, I mean it! It was obvious to Sandy that all of John and her friends, even the girls, had a strong attraction to their mother.
Sandy saw the striking resemblance between the mother and son as they stood side by side on the porch. John inherited Mom's thick, dark brown hair. They seemed to be staring into each other's eyes and imitating one other's mouth movements. Their shared ancestry was plain to see. The sight of them standing on the porch sent shivers down Sandy's spine.
"Why don't you two get ready?" asked Dad, who was squatting behind the camera. "I just have to set myself up back here."
Mom seemed enthralled by the impending event as she took hold of her son's hand and nodded. Quickly, she fixed her hair using the selfie camera on her phone, which she had retrieved from her pocket. By her side, a considerably less put-together John stood, his expression one of disbelief.
Mom smiled at John and added, "I'm sorry I'm not dressed as fancy as you."
Although John was numerous things, being fancy was no longer one of them. In addition to being crumpled and covered with penis sap and pussy fluid, his dress shirt had been buttoned askew. As a result of being thrown to the ground, his pants were dirty and rumpled as well. In the course of that evening, his hair, which he had meticulously styled, had gone from perfectly mussed to simply untidy. It looked like he had planned it in the middle of a violent windstorm.
Sandy was not looking better, she thought to herself. Her red hair stuck out at weird angles and her makeup was streaked down her face; she didn't even need a mirror to see it. Even though it had been meticulously ironed before that night, her outfit now appeared as though she had plucked it from a trash can after rescuing it from a raccoon with an unhealthy obsession with style. The priceless, warm seed that her brother had implanted in her was seeping out of her snatch.
Sandy saw her brother staring at her, so she waved to him in a charming manner. Like someone had numb her, she felt lightheaded and woozy. The idea crossed her mind that she may have accidentally administered too much of her brother's powerful cum. Immediately to her defenseless pussy.
Was it inappropriate that she felt joy instead of fear? Instead of feeling the natural fear, she had an overwhelming surge of energy as she saw herself with a twin baby growing inside her.
Mom called out to John, "Sandy is wonderful, isn't she?" and Sandy could make out the words.
“She’s a great sister,” John said, being cautious not to commit.
"She's incredible," Mom exclaimed. "I know I can't keep up with her."
"I believe you accomplish more than just keep up, Mom," John remarked with a smile, peering down at his mom. Evidently pleased by the remark, she returned the smile.
"OK, I think I've got the camera set up right," he added. "Both of you stand together."
Sandy stood on the grass and observed as her father took pictures of her brother and mom on the front porch. She felt a mix of emotions - envious that her mom was with her brother and happy that she wouldn't have to go through another photo shoot.
As Sandy watched her mother and brother stand closely together on the steps, a wave of unease washed over her. A deep breath was forced out of her. It was odd what had happened earlier, but it wouldn't happen again now that Dad was home. Rest assured, Dad had no intention of directing his son to engage in sexual relations with his wife—John's own mother!—as he relaxed, taking photographs. Actually, it looks like a regular old family photo. We had to go with this one.
"OK, Samantha, keep your hands right there," stated the father. "Now tilt your head so it rests on Sport's shoulder."
"Your boy's a little tall for that these days," observed his mother.
"Well, rest it against his chest, at least," he added. "John, stop being so stiff."
Speaking of uncooperative, Sandy was somewhat aback to observe that her brother's member had seemingly healed from their previous encounter and was now attempting to escape his underwear. Although Sandy was not well-versed in penises, she had the impression that they were intended to recharge slowly. Still, as John posed with a relative, Sandy could tell that he was raring to go again.
As he raised his head from behind the camera, Dad screamed, "Sport, you are busting out!" the athlete. John's cheeks flushed. "Look at your arms and chest. You barely even fit in that shirt."
John heaved a deep breath. "Um, thanks, Dad," he murmured. "You know, working out."
"Well, I have to say, you look damn good," he added. "Wouldn't you agree, Samantha?"
"Absolutely, Donny," Mom chimed in, her voice slightly off-key.
"Here, reach up and squeeze John's bicep, hon," he instructed. "Give it a good feel."
Select all that apply. While the father snapped photos, mom delicately traced the biceps of her son. However, she continued beyond that. As Mom started to run her fingers over John's chest, she could feel his strong pecs and his flat stomach. Throughout, she made noises that sounded like she was soothing a very cute newborn seal.
"Remove his shirt," Dad said.
"Dad?" John inquired.
"Come on, sport; I know you worked hard to get that body. Don't you want to show it off for the rest of the family?" questioned my dad.
"You remember those muscle shots your Uncle Travis sent last year?" said Mom.
The strange photos that Sandy's uncle had shown the family were remembered by Sandy. Little did she expect to see her mom's younger brother doing lunges in nothing but a speedo and a Santa hat. Even if he was very ripped,.
"Right?" he replied, "I think we need to give your uncle a little competition."
As he began to unbutton his shirt, John let out a heavy breath. By that moment, the fabric had been through so much suffering that it was hardly usable.
"Wow, check that out," Mom exclaimed as she ran her fingers over her son's physique.
"You been shaving yourself, there, sport?" he inquired.
"The girls like it," John defensively stated.
"Oh, I know how you kids are these days," he replied. As Dad pumped his own pecs, he added, "But I also know your mother likes at least a little hair on the old chest." "What about you, Sandy? Do you like how your brother looks?"
With an abrupt blush, Sandy said, "I am not sure." Her gaze averted.
"Hey, did you hear that, dude? It seems like you might need to reevaluate your approach," Dad grinned.
"Donny, are you really photographing this?" Mom inquired.
Dad retreated behind the camera and started clicking away, saying, "Whoops, sorry, dear."
"You know, if John's going to be topless, I guess I should be, too," Mom added, "just to even things out."
Sandy let out a gasp. Part of her wanted to admire her mom's ample bosom, but she wasn't sure if she should be exposing herself to her son, relatives, and the numerous curious onlookers in the neighborhood.
Is that really a good idea in your opinion?John asked, relaying Sandy's sentiments for her.
The twins let out a breath of relief and disappointment as their mother cocked an eyebrow at him, her lovely face absorbed in contemplation. "You're right," she uttered, and the twins understood. "It's becoming too dark for photographs. I say we bring this shot inside.
It was instantly agreed upon by the family, and at the tail end of the gloaming they hurriedly gathered up all the photography gear; by the time they were done, the moon was high in the sky, and they scampered back into the house with bags full of lenses, tripods, and camera bags.
John and Sandy were going to drive to the prom when their dad showed up, but now they've completely forgotten about it. The front passenger door is wide open, the keys are in the ignition, and the car sits under the stars with a lonely, forgotten electric dome light shining thin.
Inside, the family laid out all their belongings on the living room couch and rearranged the furniture to create adequate space, which appeared to be perfectly normal for a Friday night.
"Sport, please stand by the mantle with your mother while I set up in here," Dad said. "Excuse me, princess? I need a moment.""
"Are you on board, Dad?"The sight of her shirtless brother and her soon-to-be shirtless mother made Sandy anxious as she cautiously examined all the photography equipment, fearing that her father would expect her to handle it all.
The fact that this was just family fun, which was wrong on a level that not even Mario could address, left Sandy conflicted, but it didn't stop her from fantasizing about fucking her brother.
Sex with John had surpassed her wildest dreams. It had an extra special quality because her twin sibling had strangely taken her virginity. Her mischievous little pussy, still dripping with cum, was immediately yearning for more.
However, instead of bringing Mom her much-needed lunch, John pretended to play with her, which made Sandy irrationally envious. The whole thing was a computational puzzle, overclocked and running a hundred different programs without a cooling fan in sight. Sandy's brain was melting a little under the pressure.
"Princess," Dad stated coldly, reprimanding Sandy, "you're supposed to be helping me here."
"Okay, my apologies, Daddy," Sandy replied.
Just like I mentioned before, while I'm taking care of the camera stuff, would you mind using your iPhone to snap some images of your mom and some sports?"I want to make sure we get everything we need."
"Absolutely, Dad," Sandy exclaimed, "Oh!"
Standing near the hearth, John and Mom were already there. Despite the fact that no one was recording it, John's mother was absentmindedly tracing his bare chest while his shirt was gone. After realizing she had forgotten her purse on the porch, Sandy located her phone and proudly displayed it.
"All set to go," she declared.
Looking contemplative, Mom asked, "Now, where were we?" as she placed a finger to her chin.
"You were going to square off against John," Sandy remarked. Some of the final words became stuck in her throat. Is this really what she was recommending?
"Oh yes!" she responded, "I swear sometimes your old mother can be such a ninny."
Her red v-neck sweater hung loosely over her head as she extended a hand toward its hem. Now even Sandy had to admit that what she was witnessing was remarkable. Mom had ample, big breasts with prominent, brownish nipples.
It was obvious that John valued them too.
Gazing down at his mother's breasts, he exclaimed, "Wow, Mom." The pupils appeared on the verge of exploding.
"Now, my darling, stop being so vain," Mom said. "It's just for photos."
"Very well," John reprimanded.
As soon as he reached out, his mom slipped his palm onto her exposed behind. Sandy was left speechless.
With an icy gaze directed at her daughter, Mom asked, "Honey?"
"Oh, right," confirmed Sandy.
Lights, lights, lights. Sandy photographed the mother and boy, who were both shirtless, for the story. John lifted his mother's magnificent breast and then moved on to the other. He kept his mom's hands occupied with his chest and belly.
Mom responded, "Come on, honey," her voice taking on a furious undertone. "We can't just stand here. You need to tell us what to do."
Already startled by what she was witnessing, Sandy halted to collect herself. "Well, um, I guess John should probably, you know, suck on them a little?"
As Mom pulled John down by the scruff of the neck, she said, "Oooh, that's a fantastic idea." "Come here, sweetie, like when you were a baby."
As his mother's nipples swelled, John allowed his lips to guide them. He licked, latched on, and opened his mouth.
"Oh, that's gorgeous," Mom remarked. "I bet it'll make a great, uh, picture."
Sandy started snapping at Mom the second she gave the command. But there was this strange part of her that felt jealous when she saw her brother at work. She was also interested in licking Mom's breasts.
Sandy caved to her desires without giving it any serious consideration. She grabbed her second tit as soon as she got to her mother's side. Next, Sandy raised her iPhone to snap a photo of the three of them.
'Oh my, look, honey!' Mom cried out.
It was "so sweet," Dad remarked with a loving smile.
Sandy and John caressed their mom's breasts in unison. A chill ran up Sandy's spine as she felt the thrill of being entangled with her mother's amazing breast. She was on the verge of being overwhelmed by the sensation of that warm flesh and the conflicting emotions of right and wrong around her actions. Sandy pretended the praise was the highest complement she had ever received while Mom moaned softly in her throat. They exchanged a mischievous grin as she briefly met her brother's gaze.
With his free hand, John cupped his mother's butt cheek after sliding it down her back. Similarly, Sandy did it. The two twins had begun engaging in very inappropriate play with their mother. On Sandy's phone, every single picture was saved in perpetuity.
I believe we're all set for the big show, Dad stated, capturing the attention of his family.
Sandy reluctantly removed her mother's breast and stepped out of the camera's view.
I told my daughter, "Don't worry, princess," her father answered. "We'll have our turn soon as well. In the meantime, would you mind staying behind and helping me with the lighting?" Sandy hurried over to her father's side, where he crouched down to steady the camera on the tripod.
Arm in arm, Mom and John stood in front of the fireplace, as if neither of them were nude above the waist; Mom's nipples, still shiny with her children's saliva, dangled gracefully from her bustline.
Dad said, "Alright, let's start with the easy stuff. Samantha, why don't you bow down before John?""
The family stepped on the throttle harder every time Sandy felt they'd reached the limit, and she nearly fell backward from the force of the acceleration.
She turned to her twin, expecting John to give her the same expression of surprise, but instead he was beaming ear to ear. It seemed like the mere thought of Mom giving him a blowjob was enough to make him stay quiet.
As his mother bent down and removed his belt, she lowered John's pants and underwear, revealing his erection. John gazed down at his mother in surprise as his powerful member popped up and bobbled with pleasure.
"Wow, that looks even better up close," Mom remarked.
"All right, Samantha, hold that position. Now, open your mouth," Dad ordered. Would you mind taking the tip?"
As she said, Mom's mouth was already full of her son's dick. "Mmmhm," she murmured.
As his mother sucked him up, John let out a long, sonorous groan. Mom pretended to taste his cock with her warm, wet tongue, making loud, lip-smacking noises as she gurgled and grunted at her son's tasty treat. Sandy felt herself nearly overheat as she remembered that her own grool was still on her brother's shaft, and that Mom was tasting both twins together.
According to Dad, "Put your hands on his balls, too."
"Good thinking," Mom muttered under her breath.
"Oh yeah," John exclaimed.
"Maintain that posture," Dad said. Click, click, click.
The expression on John's face was one of never-ending, joyful anguish as he combed his fingers through Mom's black hair, and the two of them made silly noises that made sense to each other. Sandy felt her fingers wander uninvitedly to her buttocks.
Hi there, John! How's your endurance?I asked my dad.
"What on earth, Dad?"John suddenly became conscious.
Tell me about your healing process.Asking, "You know, if you leave now, will you be ready to go again soon?" was Dad's question."
“Oh, I suppose it's OK,” John remarked.
Dad folded his arms and sighed. "Jeez, sport, it's just a question."
"I'll be fine, Dad," John assured his father as he gazed lovingly down at the woman licking his dick. As much as he was perplexed and troubled by all that was happening, he was also having an incredible time.
"Then that's fine," Dad remarked. "Alright, Samantha, you heard the boy. Go for it."
With renewed vigor, Mom slid her jaw up until her nose made contact with John's exposed pubis. After that, she retreated. Whir, whir, whir. At the same time, Dad stood on one knee behind the camera, snapping shots. Select all that apply.
Jealousy grabbed Sandy once more as she beheld the spectacle before her. Mom was putting in serious effort as she licked John loudly while pumping his dick with her fist. She started drooling profusely.
It was Dad who inquired, "You getting close, sport?"
With a "uh huh," John sighed.
"OK, dear, don't forget what you need to do," he added.
"I've had my fill, Donny," Mom remarked with a hint of anger.
Father apologized. "Sorry, sorry. I'm getting carried away by the moment, my dear. You're doing so well."
"Uh huh," Mom remarked.
Just then, Sandy noticed her brother tensing up, which she took as a sign that he was preparing to bolt. She sat back and pushed her breasts forward, taking her mouth away from her baby, so Mom must have felt it too.
Mother used both hands and yanked her son's device.
John let out a scream, his back arched, and his eyes shut, yelling, "Oh ffffFUCK!"
The mother's breasts were splashed with a rope of hot sperm. There was an overwhelming quantity of sperm, which was tangled and almost writhing. Sandy had never seen anything like it, and John couldn't have captured it all in a single picture. But then her identical twin let out an even more enormous cum. John quickly covered his mother with semen, shaking and groaning as if he had turned on a faucet to pour the fluid over her.
Three quick snaps. My dad snapped as many shots as he could get his hands on. Just like the performers, the camera seemed enthralled by the performance.
Mom kindly said, "That was lovely, sweetie," as her son's spending decreased. A transparent, white substance was oozing from her breasts. True, John had poured it all out to her. Sandy felt her womb twitch as she peered at the scene.
It was obviously completely real, but she would have thought they were using artificial sperm if she had seen it on film. Even more than what is shown here, Sandy was sure her twin had implanted into her uterus. Oh no. It was likely that Sandy's uterus was completely full. It would likely be swirling around inside her if she moved.
Do a good job, son," Dad rewarded. Even though his son had just finished a one-man bukkake on his mom, he couldn't help but smile happily as if he had made the honor roll. He carried himself as if being honored with the gift of another man's wife's sperm were the pinnacle of admiration.
"Let me get a towel, and we can move on to the next set of photos," replied the mother.
"Actually, dear, I was thinking you should stay like that," he added.
"I am unsure," Mom stated. "I don't want our Tommy to get messy when he touches me."
Father turned back to face Sandy and asked, "What do you think, princess?" thereafter. "Seriously, your opinion means so much to me."
According to Sandy, Mom should leave it on. "I think it'll be hot."
"Well, if you say so, sweetie," Mom responded, scrutinizing her sperm-soaked tits with a skeptical gaze.
"Let's give John a little time to get ready," he added. "Samantha, take off your jeans so we can get a good look."
Mom wasted no time undressing and slipping her jeans over her ample hips. Her pussy, in contrast to her daughter, had no fur whatsoever. Her genitals were swollen and exposed. Once again, John couldn't tear his eyes away from his mother's mesmerizing nude figure. After suffering a setback in their previous rendezvous, his penis managed to offer a couple of grateful nods.
In the living room of the family home, mother and son stood side by side, nude.
"Samantha, stand in front of John, but slightly off to the side," he instructed. "Yeah, like that. John, put your left hand on Mom's shoulder."
Following orders, John complied. Her brother's member was beginning to straighten up again, much to Sandy's surprise. His recuperation period was obviously adequate. Much obliged.
"Alright, now take your left hand and place it on Mom's breast, that's a boy," said Dad. I know your mom doesn't like it, so please, don't pull too hard.
"Donald, it's all right," Mom spoke.
"Alright, then," Dad said. "Congratulations, athlete. Keep up the excellent work." Click, click, click. "Remember to complete the other one." Snap, snap, snap.
"Alright, now start to touch lower," he added. "Don't rush anything."
John delicately ran his palm down his mother's abdomen, pausing as he neared her exposed mound to relish the sensation.
"Wow, Samantha, you're leaking like crazy down there," Dad exclaimed. "Kids, look at all that juice coming out of your mom." He joked that it was like a slip-and-slide.
Mom blushed and giggled. "I don't know, maybe it's because of my son," she grumbled.
Coming out from behind the camera, Dad crossed his arms. "Are you ovulating?" Dad said in a strong voice, demanding honesty from Samantha.
"...Maybe?" Mom averted her gaze from her husband's intense stare.
"Well, we'll just have to be extra careful," he added. "OK, sport, now slowly rub your mother's pussy to get her warmed up."
"I believe I'm more than prepared, Donny," Mom responded, her displeasure showing.
"Would you like me to take the pictures, my darling?" Dad inquired. A glance was exchanged between John and Sandy. Were their parents indeed fighting at this same moment?
"No," Mom expressed her refusal. "You're right. I'm sorry."
Dad drew a long breath. "John, play your fingers up and down Mom's lips a little."
Following orders, John felt his mother's secretions sink into his fingertips. Sandy could detect her mother's perspiration. She was starting to turn into quite the spout, the fiery redhead thought to herself.
"Well done," his father remarked. "Now, do you know where her clitoral area is?"
"Daaaad," John huffed and puffed.
"Just making sure," Dad remarked. "I know a lot of boys your age struggle with such things. In any case, I want you to stroke your mom's clitoral area. It should be pretty straightforward now that she's so aroused."
Finding his mother's magic button was really not an issue for John. The moment he arrived, she tensed up and moaned.
"Great job!" he commented, "Now gently rub while I... Samantha, why are you making that face?"
"Getting. close," Mom remarked.
"Oh my. Absolutely. No problem," Dad responded. "Just hold on for a little."
"OH! rrrrrrrAH!" Mom seized John's hand and firmly held it against hiss. Her cheeks flushed and she cocked her head to the side. Trembling. Afterwards, slump.
"Oh, that was very nice!" He added, "Princess, come look at these. I think I got some excellent ones."
Dutifully, Sandy knelt down beside her dad. Yes, I do believe that was a photo of her mom sucking on her son's fingers.
"It seems like that one's the clear winner," Dad remarked, turning back to the one where Mom was visibly shocked and her eyes widened.
Sandy simply responded, "Sure, Dad," since he was unsure of how else to respond.
"That was good," replied Dad. Turn the camera around, Dad said, "I think we're ready to move on. We'll be better off doing these next ones on the couch."
With their legs aching, John and Mom crossed the living room to sit on the family sofa. The fabric was mildly rough against their naked bodies, and the cushions were plush.
"We'll start simple for these first few," Dad remarked, moving quickly to set up the camera. You two sat side by side. Proper stance. Instead of holding John's hands in your lap, Samantha, why don't you grasp them?"
Listening intently, Mom took little John's hands and placed them on her pussy.
"Look, your brother's cock is back," Dad said Sandy.
Sandy was genuinely unsure of how to react to her twin's tumescence, but her body certainly hadn't. The insatiable urge for an incestuous dick surged back to full strength.
For the next shot, what are you considering, Samantha?I asked my dad.
Mom responded, "You're the photographer, dear," as if they were still arguing about someone else.
"No, I'm quite aware," Dad remarked, "but I would value your viewpoint. One the one hand, I can see how a picture of you lying down and gently holding John's head would be perfect. Being on top would give us a much greater view of your physique.
Mom seemed like she was giving it a lot of thought. Adding, "I believe I'd be happier on top," she continued.
"Good, that's what I was thinking too," he replied. "John, why don't you lie back on the couch? That's perfect."
No one had to tell Mom to do what came next. On top of her kid, she dragged her crotch up his strong chest until it hung directly over his face.
"Stick your tongue out, Sport," Dad coached. "Yes, that's a great look. Now, Samantha, lower yourself down. Perfect."
The smothering nature of his mom's sex made John moan. Covering his mouth, Mom took a seat. Encircling her thighs, he put his arms around her.
Although Sandy was unable to decipher her brother's precise actions, she was certain that he was performing an outstanding job. In an instant, her mother's muscles tightened. Her eyes rolled back, and she hung her jaw wide. As he indurated her, she stroked her fingers through her son's hair.
The room resounded with the melodic sound of kissing and the clicking of a camera. They gave each other responses that were almost counterargumentary. It seems like their mom was going through the same thing when her son texted her.
Mom's thighs tensed up. She pressed her fingers into John's head. Her mouth dropped open in a gulp. At last, she retreated, releasing him. John felt his mother's slickness cling to his face. In Sandy's opinion, he looked even more attractive in that way.
"Oh. Oh wow. Oh, yes, that was. Oh, quite nice," remarked the mother. Like her mind had slipped into another dimension, she reclined back on the sofa.
"I hope I did OK for you, Mom?" John asked with a joking tone. He had no prior knowledge of the solution.
"Oh yes," Mom announced. "Mommy's lucky to have such a good boy."
"And we got some great pictures, too," Dad remarked, as if it were of any significance at the time. "Are you ready for the big finish, Samantha?"
Mom was sweating profusely and panting fiercely. She seemed like she was going to request a little break, according to Sandy. However, Mom's expression twisted into a sinister grin.
"Of course," she exclaimed.
Hovering over John's incredibly rigid member, Mom seized it. In order to insert John's stick into her pussy, she curved her bottom upwards. Sandy was unable to express his disbelief because everything was transpiring at such a rapid pace. In an instant, an inappropriate bond formed between a mother and son.
Even though Mom's meaning had changed, she still used the same phrases. By "Oh, fuck yes," she meant it.
"Feel good to be back where you came from, sport?" Dad queried, waggling his eyebrows at his son.
"Wow!" John cried out, his voice quivering with emotion.
"Okay, you two, please go at a leisurely pace," Dad instructed. "Let me capture the moment."
Following her husband's instructions, Mom gently rocked her son's member. Sandy was at a loss as to how to control her emotions. Even without mounting her brother, Sandy was barely able to maintain control. How Mom was managing was beyond her comprehension.
"Oh yes," exclaimed the mother, "baby. My baby boy. Making mommy feel so good. Do you like that, sweetie? Is Mommy's cunt doing magic for you?"
"Oh yes," John responded. Discoherent speech was rapidly vanishing.
Dad told Samantha to sit up a bit more. "Let me get a good shot of your tits."
As if she were making an offering to an unseen deity, Mom reclined and clutched her breasts. Unnoticed by anyone, she bobbed her head to the beat of the music. The cycle and pump represented the act of procreation from the dawn of humanity. It was just with the child she had carried that she did it. The very son she had gestated.
"That's hot, right?" Sandy responded, "Look at how your brother is giving it to your mom."
"It's nice," Sandy remarked. She restrained herself from saying what was on her mind. John had a massive dick, and she was hell-bent on keeping him to herself. Though Sandy thought it was hot to witness him and Mom together, she secretly wished her brother's cock were in her cunt.
I told my daughter, "Don't worry, princess," her father answered. "You'll get your turn next."
It seemed fated that they would dance together, because their movements were so harmoniously complementary. Their shared bloodlines are clearly apparent, even if it's completely improper. It was more than simply their appearance. There were consistent patterns in their rutting as well. On the couch, they made love while mirroring each other.
Mother was already gaining speed. Squawking and moaning become more audible from her. "Oh... uhn. Oh God. So good. Yes. Are you getting close to me, sweetie?"
"I'm thinking he should cum on your tits again," he added.
No, Mom answered; "I'd rather have it indoors."
Like he was going to start an argument, Dad halted for a second. However, he remained silent.
"John, I'm here for Mommy," Mom said with a smile. Give me offspring. I would like to be the mother of my son's child. "Bring your own sibling into this world."
John found his limit when it came to Mom's naughty comments; he seized Mom's hips and thrust as deeply as he could, experiencing an orgasmic climax that sent his fertile seed into the womb of another family member who was waiting.
The joy felt by both mother and son was palpable when John pushed his viable sperm into Mom's cervix, causing her body to buck.
"Oh! Sure thing! Good day, Tommy. My darling. How incredibly excellent!"
John continued inseminating his mother while Mom writhed, stiffened, and collapsed forward. Sandy watched in rapt fascination as her brother inseminated her mother. She gazed at her dad, who seemed to relish the moment as he watched his wife become pregnant by another man—his own son—as if it were a special occasion. Despite her restraint, Sandy felt a small orgasm.
John moaned and froze as his mother caressed his head and kissed his lips.
"You did such a good job," exclaimed the mother. "I'm so proud of my baby boy."
"Thanks, Mom," answered the man. "You were pretty incredible yourself."
After a brief time of cuddling, Mom abruptly stood up, as if she had just remembered to turn off the oven, and a glob of her son's cum landed on the living room floor.
It is time for some photos of dad and daughter!With a joyful clap of her hands, she revealed it.
"Great," Dad said as he emerged from behind the camera and began to undo his shirt. "It's important that we get right to the important stuff because we're running short on time."
As her father undressed, Sandy couldn't help but stare at his ample member, which resembled her brother's in size and thickness; it protruded sharply and had an almost enraged expression.
Mom said, "Come on, honey, you too," as she stood impatiently behind the camera and motioned for Sandy to follow suit.
Looking down at her dress—which she had almost forgotten was on—the seductive redhead hurled it on the floor, ripped off the blue cloth, and threw it aside. Peering into her father's eyes, she beheld her enormous tits and wide hips, and his almost worshipful expression made it all worthwhile.
While Mom knelt behind the camera, twisting knobs and changing settings, the entire family stood around the living room, completely nude, as if it were the most bizarre weekend afternoon ever. John had slipped off the couch and was now standing behind Mom, his hands casually resting on his hips. His penis, shrunken from its most recent adventure, dribbled the last of its seed onto his arm.
Standing naked and grinning widely, Dad motioned for Sandy to stand by his side. Sandy placed her arm around his shoulder and felt his chest hair caress her bare breasts as their hips touched. They had only just begun when Sandy had to fight off the impulse to hump her dad's leg like a wild animal in heat.
As Mom fired off the initial images of the session, she remarked, "That's perfect. I think I might blow these up for framing."
Despite the fact that it was absurd in theory, Sandy couldn't help but imagine herself ascending the staircase while a row of photographs depicting her family in a state of flagrante delicto prompted her to suppress a giggle.
You should probably grab your dad's penis and hold him."Show the camera what's going to be inside you," Mom suggested.
Sandy enthusiastically grasped Dad's member, her first real dick experience. It was her second shlong in as many hours, and she couldn't help but think, "I'm becoming an erection expert." Dad's dong, similar to John's, possessed the same paradoxical shape: it was both soft and rigid, warm and intimidating.
"Slow down, princess," Dad remarked with a raspy voice. "Daddy's already had a lot of stimulation today." Sandy gave the penis a few strokes for show, and Dad was almost knocked over.
Sandy apologized to his father.
While her father gave her such paternal devotion by leaning over and kissing her head, Sandy heard the camera clicking away and her hand remained wrapped around her father's member. "It's OK. Watch out, though. I would prefer not to take the shot prematurely lest I mess it up. Your sibling has more stamina than I do. At least not these days.
Mom commanded Donny to take a seat on the couch.
With an unconscious motion, Sandy slid across to stand by him, mirroring the steps that Mom and John had taken earlier.
"No, no, honey," Mom replied with a hint of contempt. "Get down on your knees between your dad's legs."
Without waiting for Mom to say anything, Sandy swallowed her father's cock into her mouth as she slipped to the floor and settled her face exactly at his dick. The aroma of strong and heavy testosterone wafted off of him. His dick twitched, and a bead of cum came out.
"Oh my gosh," the father exclaimed. "The princess would love that."
Click, click, click. Sandy could hear the shutter release behind her. She could feel her parents' eyes on her as she blew her dad, but it didn't bother her. She reached down, felt her sore pussy, and plied it with her fingers. Fuck, that felt good.
Sandy was completely oblivious to the fact that she had never given a blowjob before, so the whole thing was novel for her. The texture and shape of her father's meat made it unusually satisfying to suck on, and the smell and taste were so masculine and attractive. There was something seductive about sucking cock alone, which had always seemed like a subservient act to Sandy. But now that she was doing it, she felt strong and in charge, and she was already planning to do it again.
The sound is repeated over and over: sucking, snapping, snapping, slurping, clicking.
The fact that Sandy's dad let her suck him dry for so long begs the question: "Does that mean I'm terrible at it?" Sandy considered this question in relation to herself, but then remembered that her dad would tell her if she was bad.
Her eyes widened with longing as she gazed up at her father, who absentmindedly ran his fingers through her hair. The scene was both beautiful and tragic, full of brokenness, wrongdoing, and a deep sense of messiness—but also romantic.
After Mom said, "OK, I think we have enough of those," her daughter and dad remained motionless. "Enough of you two; time to move on."
"Apologies, Mom, I got a little carried away there," Sandy said after releasing her head from her father's member with a loud plop.
Mom smiled warmly and replied, "It's OK, honey. I know what that's like."
A part of Sandy wished she'd had a taste of her dad's come, but she knew there was a far better place for it, so she wiped the saliva from her mouth.
"Honey, get on the couch and lie back," urged the mother. "This is for the Christmas cards, so make sure to get this right."
After sucking Dad's dick, Sandy longed for her father to lick her pussy, so she lied down and spread her legs, lifting her knees. Having watched her mom and brother, Sandy knew what was coming next, and she couldn't wait.
It seemed like Dad was going to take a page out of John's playbook when he got on the couch and started leading with his dick.
"Your dad isn't a fan of that," Mom added with a rueful expression as she glanced at her husband.
"Sorry, princess," he added. "But don't worry, I'll make you feel extra good."
It was inevitable that Sandy would show her disappointment by saying, "OK," while pouting.
"I will!"" John said, practically jumping up and down behind Mom, "I'll do it. I'd love to go down on Sandy.
"We already have plenty of pictures with you and your sister," remarked the mother.
"Indeed, but certainly not like that," John retorted. Just so you are aware. To the album and beyond.
It was something Mom pondered for a while. There is no way that this can be considered a reasonable argument. OK, I guess. I think we should simply play one more round before we wrap up. If you want to make it to prom on time, you two better get moving.
In the manner of an ecstatic toddler anticipating the arrival of ice cream, John hopped over to the sofa. In order to join his wife by the camera, Dad moved out of the way. Instead of looking irritated, Sandy's father was beaming with pride. The admiration he felt for his son was overwhelming.
With her legs spread even wider, Sandy laid back on the couch, her anticipation palpable. Having her brother see her should have made her feel very vulnerable. On the contrary, this event exuded an air of simplicity and ease.
"Don't worry, sis, I won't let you down," responded the man. His enthusiasm was charming.
While his sister licked him long and hard, John lay down between her legs. He licked her all the way up to her pussy, starting at the base of her butt.
"Ooo!" I said, Sandy. It was as gentle as a tickle. It had the perfect amount of weirdness—warmth and moisture.
John traced a delicate kiss down her inner leg. Untwisting his muscles, Sandy gradually relaxed. She was in good hands with her brother. Additionally, the oral cavity. He found increasingly charming methods to evade her pussy. Sandy let out a gasp as his lips finally reached her clitoris.
"Oh!"
Her brother's flirtation with her clitoral region caused her breath to leave her body. They were so close to kissing that it was almost painful, their tongues battling with her clitoris to provide an unforgettable sensation. Seated, Sandy's legs quickly closed. Her arms pricked up in response. She cocked her head to the side and let out a long, quiet whine.
Her brother had already parted lips with Sandy by the time she got to her feet again. A expression of contented delight crossed his face as he sat there, gazing down at her. Ordinarily, Sandy would have wanted to slap him at first sight. At this point, all she could do was return his idiotic smile.
With a heartfelt "Oh, sweetie, you did so good," Mom praised her son for successfully setting his sister free.
The words "she's really raring to go" arrived from Dad.
"Oh, they look so cute together, don't they?" She was taking pictures like a madwoman, according to Mom. "I'm so happy our children can get along."
John apologized to his sister. "Got carried away there." The combination of his mother's and sister's juices was flowing down his face.
"Okay, you two, stop being together," Mom remarked. "It's time for Dad to get back in there and finish our photos."
"Alright," Sandy responded. In Orgasm Land, she became disoriented. She hardly paid attention to the world around her as she aimlessly wandered around in her thoughts.
It was all brought back to her as she felt something hard push against her pussy. With his cock held aloft, Sandy gazed up at her dashing father. Even Sandy herself was confused about the exact moment her brothers and dad had exchanged roles.
As Sandy lay in her slot, her father caressed her member. Sighing, she let forth a sound. She was extremely vulnerable after her peak. That searing clitoral cum her brother had given her felt like a starter all of a sudden. There was still food for the pussy. Plus, it had a singular desire.
"Are you ready, princess?" "Dad?" they inquired. He gave her a comforting kiss on the cheek and grinned pleasantly.
"Put it in me, Daddy," Sandy pleaded. I implore you.
The father gently placed his palm on his daughter's navel. A rosy nipple was rubbed by him.
Is this for me, darling? "In the end, I did help make them."
"Uh huh," Sandy responded.
Father's hand dipped lower.
Asking delicately, "And this?" he caressed her outer lip slightly. "Is this for me, too?"
"Yes, Daddy," Sandy obeyed. Now insert it into me. "Your cock has found the ideal location for itself." In its rightful place.
Dad got himself in position. His member caressed her privates with a kiss. After that, he painstakingly slipped it inside.
"Oh, Daddy," Sandy murmured as her father's presence was finally felt within her. It seemed just right, like she now had something she was lacking all along.
"Alright, relax," Mom commanded. "Kiss me on the cheek. Very nice!"
Gradually, dad started dragging his member through his daughter's genitalia. Sandy saw that he was taking his time at first, and she felt her cunt clutching his cock tightly, as if it were too painful to let him go.
"My goodness, that's quite the character," Dad exclaimed. "Princess, you're amazing."
"Daddy, I'm grateful," Sandy remarked with a mix of delight and gratitude.
Her father gently grasped her tits. She felt his hard twists on her nipples. Still, the sensation was enormous, even though it ought to have hurt. Even during their intimate moments, she maintained her usual level of energy. Dad accelerated. He quickly became adept at vigorously slapping his hips with each thrust.
Select all that apply.Mom snapped several photos.Give it a good slap.Papa fucked his daughter.
Sandy's joy was pushed to the limit by Dad's heightened passion. Her confidence in her ability to do so was low. Even though it was far away, she could make out her peak. She caressed her clitty with her index finger. She was now en route to that location.
Even though he was trying to talk, Dad's words were full of complete and utter gibberish. His daughter's body shattered his skull. "Young lady. A pussy. So good. A truly charming young lady. Taking Daddy's. "Oh my!"
Even Sandy wasn't all that great. "Oh! My father, eh. Of course! Daddy, I'm so sorry. Damn me.
As if any one of them were paying attention, Mom steered the activity in the other direction. Donny, I want to see you pound her with a little more hip lift. Very well. Sandy, I want you to bend over now. Donny, please do not touch her privates again. There, on her behind. Roll it up. Okay, there it is.
Standing behind her mom, Sandy's gaze shifted to her nude brother. Sandy couldn't identify the expression on his face; it was strange. Then it hit her: this was an unabashed want. The desire for a sexual encounter between John and his sister was obvious to Sandy. No matter what had transpired between him and Mom or her and Dad, John's love for Sandy was unwavering. It evoked a comforting sensation within her.
"Come here, Tommy," Sandy beckoned. She startled her brother. "No joke. No big deal.
Up to his sister, John jogged. She intervened when he bent down to kneel. However, she proceeded to push her brother's already-hardened dick into her mouth.
"Oh, Sandy, yes!" He let out a scream.
"Great idea, honey!" Mom yelled loudly.
"Fuck, yes!" The delight of his offspring's pussy was so great that Dad sobbed.
With all her might, Sandy fixed her gaze on her brother's member. She tasted a tangy combination of her mom's and her brother's sweet and salty flavors. It was a wonderful change from licking Dad. When Sandy saw her brother's pubes, she pushed her nose into them. Holding her brother's dick in her mouth while her father raped her was the closest she came to sucking him off. On the other hand, Sandy and her twin were quite content with it.
As a result, Sandy was yanked backwards as her father withdrew, his member landing precisely where it needed to.
After spitting out John's dick, she let out a scream. As it frantically sought for seed, her pussy clamped down.
"Oh my. Oh, you royal. "My dad is planning to..." In the deepest possible way, Dad slammed his dick. The time was stopped. It felt like the moment would never end. The moment his seed penetrated his daughter's delicate side was after Dad had reached his peak.
Sandy considered all the other possibilities for a brief while. Her enormous bust would make her father cum. He could explore every inch of her voluptuous posterior. The salty, slick goodness of his food would have been perfect for her to consume.
However, Sandy understood at that same second that it wouldn't be adequate. More would have been expected of her. She craved the pleasure of her father's touch. She wished it might be born within her. The results are irrelevant.
In Sandy's pussy, there was an unusual, sticky warmth. An essence that splashes and sings. Suddenly, the orgasm, about which she had been so certain it was distant, rushed over her.
A terrible scream escaped Sandy's lips. Her eyes rolled back to the point where they hurt. She had a raging orgasm all over. She felt it all the way to her fingernails and hairline. Her already fragmented awareness was further destroyed by an all-encompassing event.
Upon feeling a warm sensation sweep over her face, she came to the realization that John was also cumming. Her father's sperm splashed all over her face as he stuffed her womb. Incestuous sperm was lathering herself into her. Encased in the progenitivity of her ancestors.
She was violently tossed over during her orgasm. Putting an immense strain on her nerves. With each explosion, she could feel her father's body quivering. Burning splatters on her cervical area. Sandy endured the orgasm rather than had one. Relying on the promise of a return to sanity on the other side, she clutched on hard.
At last, the father and daughter stayed on the sofa together. With a damp plop, Dad wrenched himself away from Sandy. To his utter amazement, he gazed down at his tiny child. At him, Sandy gazed upwards. The beautiful, tender moment was shared by father and daughter.
Everyone in the family had to rest and recover after that. All four of them were panting as they stood there. As if they didn't know how to untangle themselves, they looked at each other.
With the words "I'll go get us some water," John bolted into the kitchen.
On the couch, Sandy remained lifeless. It was as if she could peer into her own womb as she gazed down at her abdomen. She imagined her father's and brother's sperm vying for dominance over her egg. While doing nothing, Sandy thought about the worst possible genetic outcome. She thought grimly that either way would be awful. Nevertheless, fretting over it became futile at that point.
Taking the glass of water from her brother, she stood up on wobbly legs. While they gulped, the whole family cracked a silly, laughing smile.
"Well, I think the Christmas cards are going to be something else this year," replied the mother.
"I really hope so," exclaimed Dad. "That was a lot of work."
"Well, don't you two have a prom to get to?" Mom asked her children as she turned to face them.
Both of the children glanced at the time. There had been no dancing for hours, and now it was eleven o'clock.
"It seems like we almost lost it," John remarked.
"Oh, my darling," Mom apologized. You both looked really put-together. I suppose things got a bit out of hand with the photography.
"Don't worry, Mom," Sandy reassured. "I'm happy we were able to get some good photos, at least."
Despite this, John insisted that he needed to get some sleep. Am I exhausted?
"Me too," Sandy returned.
As they climbed the steps, the siblings supported one another. Their parents watched as they departed.
"We've raised some good kids, Samantha," he added.
"Donny, you're aware of it," Mom clarified.
Her bowed body started to stow the camera gear. Feeling just as drained as her children, she made her way upstairs to their bedroom. As she felt her son's sperm trickle down her legs once again, a smile spread across her face. It had been a really fulfilling day.
Samantha chose not to change into her alternative attire. Sliding beneath the cozy quilt, she undressed. A heavy slumber settled over her. Then, just as Samantha was ready to pass out, the front door swung open and someone pounded on it. An eerie feeling ran through her.
Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!
"Who could it possibly be at this hour?" she inquired.
"I don't have a clue," Donny declared. Decked down to his boxers and t-shirt, he limped out of bed and made his way downstairs. Sitting on the side of the bed, Samantha listened distantly.
As Samantha listened, she could make out her husband's footsteps echoing around the living room. The sound of the door slamming open pierced her ears. A little while after that, a jubilant yell erupted.
"Honey, you have to come down here!" Donny let out a yell, his voice quivering with anticipation. The members of your brother's family have arrived. The video camera has also been brought by them!
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