5 comments/ 32426 views/ 7 favorites Uncle Carl By: sr71plt "My name is Nario. You are Mr. Armstead?" "Yes. I was expecting my uncle." "He could not come. I am his boy." Yes, I'll just bet you are, I thought. But then he clarified, if not enough to make a difference to me. "I am his houseboy. Welcome to Naples, Mr. Armstead." "Call me Harry, Please. Is it far from here to Positano?" "No, not too far. The worst part will be getting through the airport traffic. Then it is a very pleasant ride, a scenic ride down the Amalfi coast. Your uncle has picked a very beautiful spot to live in." And a very beautiful houseboy, I thought. But then I knew he would. Some things never change. I certainly didn't think Uncle Carl would change for anyone. He always expected the world to change for him. Not in this respect, of course—him being here in Italy rather than back in England with the rest of the family—well, most of the rest of the family. That's what I had been sent here to do. I had come to try to get Gordon to come home. Nario was certainly a cute little trick. Small and deeply tanned—the olive Mediterranean complexion. Curly black hair, a beautiful androgynous face, with a winsome smile. His mincing steps as he preceded me to the baggage claim gave him away. Just like my uncle liked them. Didn't do a thing for me, though. Better here than in England, of course. We'd been well through that. But this was one of the reasons why I was here. I was charged to tell Carl he could come home now—if he had given up the ways that had gotten him exiled. Seeing who he'd hired as a houseboy, though, made me think that part of my mission was a lost cause. I wondered if Nario too was some important person's favorite son—someone who could dismember Carl at will if he found out what was happening to his precious child. Not that Carl picked them underage, mind you. He just went for the danger of a powerful backlash. I was on edge and disgruntled. I hadn't told anyone the whole of why I was here. I had only told Uncle Carl that the family wanted me to talk to him—and then only through telegrams. He had said that my plane would be met. He didn't say he wasn't meeting it, though. As we left the airport, I briefly had the fearful thought that Uncle Carl wasn't even at his exile villa in Positano. He flitted all over the world. He was the portrait photographer of choice for the rich, famous, royal, and, when he needed the money, the want-to-bes. He could go anywhere but England. And, if our circle of friends could be trusted to have their collective ears to the ground, he was even wanted back in England. Despite everything. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised to find that the well-heeled in London had greased the skids to just make his trouble go away so that he could return. And return he could, my family had decided. And it was one of the two legs of the mission I'd been sent here to accomplish. But whereas I hadn't defined these to Carl, I also hadn't told my family all of the reasons I was willing to be the messenger. If they knew what I knew—indeed, all that Uncle Carl knew—they wouldn't have sent me. Not in a million years. The drive in the Fiat down the coast of Italy from Naples did quite a bit to assuage my nervousness and pique. And when we crossed the mountains surrounding the seaside town of Positano, west along the rugged coast from Salerno, and descended into the semicircle of old dwellings holding onto the mountainside for dear life, I was completely captivated. I could understand why Uncle Carl had chosen this escape hatch. And I could understand why he might not want to leave here to return to England. The Fiat wound its way down a few levels through narrow streets and hair-pin curves until we came to a white stuccoed villa wedged between two ochre ones. It appeared to be mainly only one story, with a large, fully windowed room at one side on the top, opening out onto an open veranda, with a bougainvillea-covered loggia as a buffer between the room and the open air. This would be a perfect art studio for painting, I thought. And then the dread hit me that perhaps it was. There was a semicircular drive tucked into the narrow stretch of front courtyard between the front of the villa and the cobblestoned road. The courtyard was ringed by a high stuccoed wall, with just an opening at one end into the vehicle turnaround, an identical one at the other end for the vehicle exit, and an iron-gated pedestrian entrance between. Nario pulled into the turnabout and moved all the way around so that the nose of the car almost spilled out onto the roadway again. Uncle Carl was at the door, beaming at me and rubbing his hands. He'd hardly aged in the four years since I'd last seen him. Still looking disingenuously benign and almost grandfatherly—he was my father's older brother. A happy smile on his face. He may have put on a bit of weight, but he always had been the stalwart, solid-body type. I knew that he was deceptively strong and that most of what looked like the beginnings of fat was actually muscle. I trusted that he still took his long morning walks and had a weight room tucked around the villa somewhere. Although where it might be was a mystery to me. The villa didn't look very large. When he ushered me into the main room, however, while Nario struggled getting my luggage out of the boot of the car and carrying it in, I begin to learn that the exterior presentation of the villa was deceiving. We were on only one of five floors of the villa, he told me, as I walked straight to the large windows at the back of the room and marveled at the panoramic sight down the slope of the town, to the harbor below, and out into the Golfo di Salerno. This view alone was worth the trip. This floor was largely one room, with a square section in the front corner for the kitchen. On the town side of that room was the dining L. To my right was a spiral staircase leading up and down. The room was richly appointed with old English furniture and oriental rugs purloined from the family estates in England. In contrast to this, however, was the artwork covering the three walls not covered with glass and overlooking the harbor. All of the celebrities Uncle Carl had photographed over the years—indeed, was still photographing—and the blown up art photos on his walls were of meltingly beautiful and androgynous youths—in the nude. The photographs were provocative and just this side of pornographic—an edge that I had known Uncle Carl to cross but, in this, at least, he had shown a bit of discretion in his life. I was to find that on the next level down, Carl's photographic studio, and the one below it, housing four bedrooms and two baths, he had not held back on the photographs. I was to be shocked—although I told myself that I shouldn't be—to see that he still displayed some photographs I remembered well. Ones the authorities must have found quite damning when they had come for Uncle Carl in his wing of Armstead Rest just outside Cambridge. How Carl was able to get the sons and daughters of some of the richer and more powerful to pose for him like this was beyond me. But, then, who was I to question his powers and his sense of danger? The floor at the bottom of the house contained a laundry, a dark room, storage, a well-stocked wine cellar, and Nario's small bedroom and bath. Both this level and the bedroom level had no view, being blocked by the back wall of the villa immediately down the steep slope from Carl's villa "You didn't show me the roof," I said to Carl as we sat out on the full-width balcony between the house and the harbor view on the living-room level—which made the floors below it deeper than the two upper levels. Nario had served us drinks and disappeared, after Carl told him he'd be down in the studio shortly. "That's Edward's domain," Carl said. "I rarely go up there, and he rarely comes down in my studio." "You still meet in the bedroom?" "Yes, we're still together." "I thought Edward was in prison," I said. "He didn't have the connections you do." "He was for a while, but I made your father get him out. Edward shouldn't fare worse than I did just because I came from position and money and he didn't. Now, if you can take care of yourself for a while—" "Where is Edward, Uncle Carl? For that matter, where is Gordon? I came to try to convince him to come back to England. The family is worried. Nationals are coming up. He needs to prepare for them." "Gordon is of age. He can make his own decisions where he goes." "Only barely. And mentally he's still a child. You know that. His entire life is figure skating. If he can't go to nationals or doesn't do well there, it will crush him. You know that. And I know he's of age. That's why I'm not asking you to return him. I want to talk to him." "He's in Milan. Edward has taken him there." "You . . . let . . . Edward take Gordon anywhere?" I was close to hyperventilating. Gordon was my younger brother. He was a vision on ice, but he didn't have a clue what to do with himself. "I'm sure the family knew what Gordon was doing here. On his nineteenth birthday, he made a beeline for Italy." Carl raised his hand, staving off what he knew would be a scathing reply from me. It was all tied up with what had sent Carl scurrying for an Italian exile. The scandals had involved our family as much as anyone else's. "Gordon has been keeping up with his practice," Carl said. "He's skating at the Milan Skating Club. That's where Edward took him. There are only four facilities good enough for his preparation. They are all in the Milan region. He and Edward should be back tomorrow. I cabled that you were coming. I surmised that it was to take Gordon back to England. Both he and I know the nationals are looming." "Seeing that Gordon makes the nationals in London is only one of my family missions, Carl. The other one involves you directly." "Me?" "Yes. Father believes it's safe for you to come home now. The two young men . . . their families have emigrated to Australia. They are no longer a problem." "Good lord, how much did that cost Adrian? That MP was quite the news hound at the time. And to have left his future in politics—" "He is ambitious enough to stake his future in Australia. You made sure that his family name would always be linked to a sordid scandal if he'd remained in London." "Well, I must say, your father must love his older brother dearly to arrange for me to come home. It's quite a noble gesture after he robbed me of the barony and—" "We could hardly have the head of household guiding the family from prison, Uncle. You fucked your own way out of the barony, I do believe." Carl laughed. "What a bald—and appropriate—way to refer to it, Nephew. You always were good with your tongue." I winced. "Well, the family can tolerate your return. And England seems to be clamoring for it. I do believe even the queen is ready to sit for you." "Return? Why in heaven's name would I return? Look around. Why would I leave this paradise and go back to an ungrateful England?" "You didn't leave much room for England to be grateful. And, yes, now that I'm here, I can see why you'd want to stay. Nario is quite a pretty little trick. Some Italian count's son, I assume?" "He's Sicilian?" "Sicily. You mean Mafia? And his family doesn't know he's here?" Carl just smiled. "So, you haven't changed," I said. I swept my arm toward the room behind us. "And he seems to be staring at us from various places on three walls in your living room. This, I suppose is what his uncles will see when they come in, guns blazing." "You should see the ones in the bedroom," Carl said with a little cackle of self-congratulation. "In fact, Nario is waiting for me now. Downstairs in my studio. If you are interested, by all means come downstairs and watch me work. If not, I see you have brought a book. Stay up here and read. There is no finer backdrop for reading on a balcony to be found anywhere in the world. Oh, mercy me. Why should I want to leave Positano?" With a bit of effort that provided me the first evidence of the passage of four years in my uncle's later middle age, Carl hoisted himself from his chair and descended the spiral staircase. I gave reading a chance to grip me, but it was no use. I had to know if Carl had changed at all. I rose from the chair and quietly descended the staircase and went to the beaded curtain that separated the landing of the floor below from Carl's huge photography studio. Carl was finishing up positioning the lights so that they shone on Nario, naked, and sitting provocatively in an antique, red velvet-upholstered slipper chair on a damask-draped platform. I dug my nails into the palm of my hands and shivered as I saw Carl disrobe, pick up a camera, and move around the chair, taking photos of Nario from various positions. Nario knew how to pose, and he had a beautiful, if diminutive, body. The gazes he gave for the camera under long, fluttering eyelashes were sensual while still having an edge of youthful innocence. How old was Nario, I wondered? Was Carl pushing his usual modus operandi and skating on thin ice even here in Italy? I decided, with bitter remembrances, that this really was Carl's problem. And Edward's as well. I presumed that Nario was old enough to know what he was doing—and that he knew enough not to be bragging on the streets of Sicily about what he was doing. I watched Carl's dangling cock become less dangly and more upright as he moved around Nario. I should have moved away from the beaded curtain when, as I knew would be the case, I saw Carl moving in on Nario. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't, as Carl put the camera down, moved Nario to where his chest lay on the top of the back of the slipper chair, with his arms swaying down toward the floor on the other side, nudged Nario's thighs in a wider stance, and began to fuck him slowly and languidly from behind. Carl had picked up the camera again and directed Nario to turn his head to him, and Carl took close-ups of Nario's face as he was being fucked. Carl was long and thick and Nario was small—just as Carl liked them—and Nario's expressions were an emotional mix of pain and passion and longing. Carl had amazing stamina for a man his age. Nario was clearly exhausted before Carl was done with him. After ejaculation, Carl turned Nario around in the chair so that he was slumped in a sitting position, with his legs splayed wide and his arms artfully arranged in a seemingly natural askew position behind his head, one arm behind his neck, showing his hairless armpit and pulling his pecs tight and the other arm draped behind the back of the chair. Nario's facial expression in post-total fuck was priceless, although Carl was sure to put a big price tag on it. These were Carl's most infamous studies in the art underground—the photos that brought him the most money—the splayed out body of a completely fucked young man, showing facial expressions of mixed satisfaction, violation, and exhaustion—and evoking the reaction of "Isn't that?" Carl reveled in the viewer's revelation of what young celebrity or well-connected youth that was. There was never a question of what had happened to the subject of these photographs right before they were taken. "You can return to your reading now, Harry," Carl called out to me when he had taken the photographs he wanted to take. "I'm finished now. As you can see, I haven't changed, and I have no reason to leave this paradise—or the beauties they provide me." Carl wasn't finished with Nario. I knew he wouldn't be if he had remained true to form. Going down on his knees between Nario's thighs in the chair, recharged, and a new postcoital pose in mind, Carl grasped Nario's legs and lifted and spread them, and thrust his cock inside Nario's rolled up buttocks again. Nario moaned and clasped his hands around Carl's neck. Carl kissed him on the mouth. I turned and left as Nario began to burble in Italian. I went to the room where Nario had taken my luggage, one floor down. It was on the front of the house and only had a couple of half windows opening to the side. The view was of an ochre stuccoed wall of the adjacent villa, not more than eight feet away. There were other curtained areas around the walls in the shape of windows, giving an illusion that the room would be airy if they were open. I pulled aside one of the curtains and then another, and then I quickly closed both, my stomach threatening to give dry heaves. The photographs were some of the very explicit nudes Carl photographed—none of them of a single subject. I recognized the model for most of them, and I was shocked in the recognition. I fled the room and went back to the balcony two flights up and forced myself to read from my book. Dinner was late, with just the two of us, Carl and me, at the table and Nario buzzing around us, giving full service, but not giving any hint at the full service he'd given earlier in the day. The food was gourmet. I heard activity in the kitchen, so I surmised there was a cook out there. She was humming, so I surmised that she lived out. I had never known Carl to allow a woman to spend a night under his roof. The wine also was first rate. And there were at least three bottles of it served and emptied before I voiced my weariness from short flights and interminable waits in lounges and passenger check-in lines between London and Naples, and declared my intent to go to bed and read a bit before going to sleep. I did not mention the photographs in my room. I believed that more than once Carl was on the edge of bringing them up. I could tell by that mischievous little smile he had. But he said nothing. There was more silence than discussion, but what discussion there was was of the art world. I had started life in an art auction house. I was surprised to find that Carl was well versed in what was being sold and for how much. "For Edward's sake," he said. "Someday he will be discovered." Not likely, I thought. But I didn't say as much. Edward's art was insipid. That had always surprised me because I had found Edward to be intense and forceful. I would have expected broad, telling strokes in oil from him, rather than the washed-out watercolors of sailboats. Of course there was Edward's private collection. His rendering of the same theme that drove Carl's life—the search for the perfect depiction of the face of a handsome young man right after being fucked by the artist. That art of Edward's was, technically, excellent. And it sold well. But it wasn't going to be sold in the reputable, high stakes auction houses, and it wasn't going to make his public reputation. Both Carl and Edward had overextended themselves in those months in England before the authorities got on to them. Both moaned of having found the perfect subject and rendered their individual modes of art perfectly—but only with one youth, the son of a duke. In search of regaining this, they had been sloppy in their techniques of developing subjects, and it had caught up with them. I had trouble sleeping, and part of that was because of my curiosity of what Edward was up to, painting wise. I eventually realized I wasn't going to be able to sleep until I satisfied that question. I quietly got out of bed and padded up the two flights to Edward's studio at the top of the house. He had never been a neat person in his studio. Chaos reigned here and it took me a few minutes to focus on what was where. I wanted to see canvases, not the sheets of rice paper he liked to use for his water colors. There were plenty of the latter around. The harbor below was the subject of many of those, and Positano obviously had been a good influence on his work. Many of these were vibrant and the strokes bold and sure. Several, I thought were good enough for the auction houses. I didn't know if I would say anything about that, though. I found Edward foreboding and overwhelming. The distance between us these last four years had been perfectly fine with me. Uncle Catches Mom & Son This submission is one of two alternative follow ups to MOTHER CATCHES SON. In this one, the mother and son are caught in the act by her brother, his uncle. Again, the format is just the dialogue without all the details of a regular story and is not intended to portray any character under the age of 18. In the other version, the mom and son are caught by his friend. (FRIEND CATCHES MOM & SON) where you can play the role of the friend, the son or the mother, or whatever gets you off which I hope you do. * * * * * "Mind if I joined you and your son sis?" "Oh my God... What are you doing here?... Wha... Whu... Where did you come from?... I... Ah... What the... How did you get in the house? ... Wha... When?... What are you going to do?... Oh my God... I can't believe this is happening... Where?... Oh my God... This can't be happening... This can't be real... You're not supposed to be here... Oh God... I can explain... You're not coming until tomorrow... I can't believe this... I'm so embarassed... What are you going to do to us?... Who?... Oh please don't tell on us... Please brother please..." "Well hello to you too sis... Is that anyway to greet your brother?.. Well I can see that you two are obviously enjoying each other... So what does my sister propose I do about a situation like this?.. Huh?.. What sis?... Considering the fact that I just watched you get your pussy sucked your son... My nephew I might add... And then watched you cum in his mouth... And... Considering that I caught you in the act of riding my nephew's cock like a jockey while begging him to fuck you harder... What would "certain" people say or do if they ever found out about all of this?" (Read MOTHER CATCHES SON to see what he witnessed). "Oh Please... You're my uncle... You can't tell on us... What are you going to do?.. You can't tell anyone... What do you want us to do?... We'll do anything... Right mom?... Anything you want... Just don't tell anyone about this... We're begging you.. Please don't tell anyone... Come on... She's your sister... Please... We'll do anything." "Is that right my naughty sister?... Will you let your brother do anything I want?... Or do you want to risk me telling people about this?... What do you think their reaction is going to be if they found out about my sister fucking her own son?... Huh?... What is it going to be sis?... Will you let me join in and do anything I want with you and my little nephew?... Or should I leave and make the two of you suffer the consequences?... Besides... If you didn't know it before... Ever since we were kids I had fantasies about fucking and sucking you that I masturbated to almost every night... I've always thought that you are the most beautiful woman in the world sis and I've always wanted to fuck you... When I saw you two together... Well... I got kinda jealous that my nephew had gotten the chance to fulfill my fantasies with you and not me... I never told you because I was afraid... I was so afraid to make you know about how I felt about you... Afraid of what you would do or say..." "WHAT!?!.. You were?.. Why?.. I always adored you... In fact... I... Ah... I fantasized about you too... I used to finger myself at nights thinking about you... I can't believe this... You're lying... You're such a liar... Do you?.. I... Ah... Well do you?... Do you still fantasize about me?.. Do you still want to?... Will you?.. Do you want to?..." "Mom?.. What are you saying?... Are you serious?..." "Well baby... If what your uncle said was true and he has been secretly fantasizing about having sex with me like I used to fantasize about him while I masturbated at nights... I... I'm... Oh God please forgive me... Oh honey please don't get upset at me... OK baby?.. Please don't get upset with mommy... OK dear?... Mommy wants to... I'm... I want to... Well... I'm willing to let both of you fufill your fantasies with me... But just this once... But the two of you must promise never to let another soul know about any of this... Do you two understand?... Do you promise baby?..." "I promise mom... I promise on my soul... But are you sure about this mom?.." "I am honey... I'm very sure... And you my handsome brother... Do you promise to keep our naughty little secret to yourself and not ever tell a single soul?" "I promise sis... I promise... But can I ask why you're so willing to do this?" "Does it matter?... But to answer your question... I'm still very horny... My pussy is soaking wet and aching for release... Besides... I've always wondered what it would be like to get fucked by two men at once... So here is my opportunity... Now bring that cock of yours over here so that your sister can suck it like you pictured in your fantasies..." "Can we talk dirty to you too mom?" "You two can do anything you want baby... Anything... Remember... This is my fantasy too and I want you both to treat me like a cheap whore... I want you to treat me like a slut... Like a nasty bitch in heat... I want to be your dirty, slutty, whore... Now quit screwing around and do me... Fuck me now you dirty mother fuckers!!!" "Oh don't worry about that you sexy bitch... We'll fuck you and fuck you good... Now suck my cock sis... Lick it bitch... Yeah... Lick it... Suck it... Suck it you fucking whore... Suck your brother's cock like you always wanted to... Suck it sis... Suck it!!!" "So you want me to suck your cock huh?... Is this what you want your sister to do?... Is this what you used to masturbate to at nights?... Well your sister will give you a blow job that you will never forget... Look baby... Mommy is sucking your uncle's penis... His dick is in mommy's mouth... Your mother is sucking her brother's big cock... I'm giving your uncle a blow job... Does that turn you on baby?... Does it?.. Seeing your mother suck her brother's cock?... Oh baby please get behind me and fuck me... Fuck mommy's pussy from behind... Get behind me and fuck mommy while I suck your uncle's cock... Yes son yes... That's it... Get behind me and fuck me... Umph... Mmmmmm... Oh God... Oh God... Yes son yes... Fuck mommy's cunt... Harder son... Harder... Harder you little shit... Fuck mommy harder... Fuck your mother's pussy harder... Yes baby yes... Oh God... Oh God... Oh my God..." "You heard your mother man... Fuck the bitch harder... Ram that cock in your mother's cunt... Ram your cock deep in my sister's pussy... Listen to her... She's begging for it... Your mother is a dirty whore... She's a slut... Look at her... She's sucking my big cock while you fuck her... Your mother is sucking her brother's cock while you fuck her at the same time... Do you know how perverted that is sis?... Huh?... Do you?... Sucking your brother's dick while your son fucks you from behind?.. Look at you... You're fucking your own son... The same child you gave birth to while sucking my cock... Giving your brother a blow job while fucking your son..." "That's right mom... I'm fucking you... Your son is fucking you... I'm fucking you like a dog... I'm fucking you doggie style while you suck your brother's dick... Keep sucking his cock mom... Suck my uncle's cock... Suck it dry... Suck it dry you dirty bitch... My God... You really are a whore aren't you mom?... A dirty, no good whore... You should be ashamed of yourself mom... Ashamed of yourself... Swallowing your brother's cock in your throat like that... Begging your own son to fuck you harder... Your baby boy... Your own child... Well I'll fuck you bitch... I'll fuck you good... Your son is going to fuck you long and hard... Take that you slut... And that... Do you feel my cock mom?... Do you feel my hard cock slamming your pussy?... Your son mom... Your son... You're begging your own son to fuck you... You really are a slut mom... A dirty slut... Take my cock bitch... Take it... Take it in your pussy you fucking whore..." "Oh God yes...Yes baby yes... Fuck mommy's pussy... Your mother is a slut who should to be ashamed of herself... Mommy is a dirty bitch who is committing incest... Mommy loves getting fucked by her son... Your mother is a dirty, no good whore who is sucking her brother's cock... Fuck me son... Fuck me... Fuck your slutty, no good whoring mother baby... Fuck me harder... Ram your dick in mommy's pussy baby... Slam your cock in mommy's cunt while I give my brother a blow job!!!" "God sis... You're a great cock sucker... That's it sis... Keep sucking my cock... Keep sucking your brother's cock... Does her pussy feel good?... Is your mother's cunt nice and tight?... Listen to the bitch... She loves your cock sliding in her hot pussy... My sister is really a whore... Aren't you bitch?... You're a real fucking whore.. A dirty slut... Does your son's cock feel good in that wet pussy of yours?.. Does it sis?... What about me?... Do you want to feel my cock driving into your pussy too?... Answer me bitch... Do you want to feel your brother's cock slamming into your hot, wet cunt you fucking slut?..." "No... Umph... No... I want to feel it in my ass... Fuck me in my asshole... I want to feel your dick in my ass while my son fucks me in my pussy... I want the two of you to double fuck me... Go ahead... Do it... Put it in my ass... Let me feel your cock in my anus... Let me feel your cock up my butt... Put it in your sister's ass and bang me hard... I want you to shoot your cum in my asshole while my son fucks my cunt and blasts his cum in it!!!" "Stop fucking your son and keep facing me bitch!!!" "No... Umph... No... It feels too good... His cock feels so good in my pussy... Why?... I want you to fuck me in my ass... Come on baby... Fuck me in my asshole... I know you want to... Fuck your sister in her ass while my son fucks my cunt..." "Shut up bitch and do what I say you fucking slut... Just do as you're told... Now get ready to sit on your son's cock while you face me... That's right... Now straddle your son and squat over his dick... Grab hold of it... Good... Very good... You are a good little whore aren't you sis? ... Now place his dick against your asshole and sit on it... That's it... Sit on my nephew's cock until it's buried deep in your anus... That's a good girl... Does it feel good?... Does mommy like her son's dick in her butt?.. Does mommy like her son's dick filling her shit hole?... Do you?... Do you, you fucking whore?... Does mommy like feeling her son's dick stretching her dirty little ass?..." "Oh God Yessssssss... Yessssss... Take me son... Take your mother's ass... Fuck mommy in her asshole... Fuck my asshole with that gorgeous pole... Fuck me baby... Fuck me... Fuck mommy in her ass again..." "Shut up... The two of you shut the fuck up... Now lay back against his chest... Lie down on his chest sis... Good... That's a good little slut... Now I can see your juicy pussy above that dick in your ass... Now get ready to take my cock in your pussy sis... Get ready to take your brother's cock in your cunt... Here it comes... Open up bitch... Here it comes... I'm guiding it in... Do you feel that sis?... Do you feel my dick going into your hot pussy?... Do you feel it sis?.. Do you feel your brother's cock in your pussy and your son in your ass?.. How does it feel you fucking whore?.. How does that feel?.. You're fucking two men like you wanted to sis... You're getting double fucked by two men... You're getting DP'd by your son and your brother..... Your son is fucking you in your ass and your brother is fucking your pussy..." "Oh!!!... My!!!... God!!!... This can't be happening... This can't be real... This feels too good to be true... Too good to be true... My son is in my ass and my brother is in my pussy.... Oh my God... I can't believe this... I can't fucking believe this... What have I become?... Am I really doing this?... Am I really getting fucked by the two of you?... In my ass and in my pussy at the same time?.. Am I such a whore you two?... Am I?... Is your mother such a dirty whore son?... Is your mother really such a dirty slut?... Tell me... Tell me what I am... Tell me what I've become!!!" "You're a whore mom... A fucking whore... You're a dirty no good whore mom... A dirty no good whore... Do you want me to slam my big cock in your ass harder mom?... Huh?... Does mommy want me to fuck her tight asshole harder?" "Yes... Yes... Fuck my slutty ass son... You mother fucker... Fuck my asshole harder... Harder you fuck... Fuck my dirty asshole harder you son of a bitch... AHHHHHH... That's it... And you... Fuck my cunt... Fuck your sister's pussy... Slam your cock deep in my pussy you piece of shit... Come on you sick fuck... Split my cunt in two... Tear it apart... Fuck it without mercy... Rip your sister's slutty pussy apart... That's it you dirty perverts... Fuck your whoring mother in her asshole harder son... Ram that cock in my asshole baby... Yes... Yes... Hurt me son... Hurt mommy's asshole... Hurt mommy's asshole... Oh God yessss... Slam your cock in my pussy too my horny brother... Fuck it... Fuck it good... Fuck me boys... Fuck me... Fuck your bitch... Fuck your dirty whore... Use me... Use your whore... Use and abuse your dirty no good whore... Give it to your incestuous slut... Give it to me... Fuck my tight ass... Fuck my wet pussy... Fuck my tight ass and wet pussy... Fuck them harder you two... Fuck them harder... Uh huh... Fuck your nasty whore harder... Fuck me harder... OWWWW... Yesss... That's it boys... That's it... Oh God yes... Yes, yes, yes..." "That's it... Fuck your mother harder... Fuck her faster... Uh huh... Fuck my cock sucking sister harder... That's it... Fuck her deeper... Uh huh... Harder man harder... Drill her asshole deeper... That's it... Ram your long cock in that tight asshole... Yeah... Ram it in her ass... Ram it in there... Uh huh... Fuck it... That's it man... Fuck my slutty sister... Uh huh... Uh huh... She's a whore... Your mother is a nasty whore... Fuck her... She's a slut... Your mother is a fucking slut... Fuck that incestuous bitch... Look at me... I'm fucking your mother... She's taking my cock in her pussy... I'm fucking my sister in her tight, wet pussy... In her sloppy cunt... I'm fucking your mother and she's begging for it... My sister is begging me to fuck her pussy harder... Your uncle... Your uncle man... Your mother is fucking her brother... She's a real whore... That's right... My sister is a nasty whore... You heard me bitch... You're a fucking whore... A dirty bitch who is committing incest... And she loves it... Your mom loves it man... The fucking slut loves it... Don't you bitch?... You love getting double penetrated don't you sis?.. One cock in your ass and one in your cunt?... Your son in your ass and your brother in your pussy!!!" "Yes it's true... It's so true... I am a slutty whore who should be treated like shit... I'm a dirty whore who loves getting fucked by her son and her brother... Your mother is a dirty slut who wants her brother to fuck her baby... I want my brother to keep fucking me... It's true boys... I am a dirty whore who is committing incest... I am a nasty whore... Mommy is the biggest whore around baby... Mommy is the biggest fucking whore around... I'm letting two men fuck me at the same time... In my ass and in my pussy... I'm letting two men fuck me at the same time and I love it... Mommy loves it baby... Mommy loves getting double teamed... Your slutty mother loves getting fucked up the ass and in her pussy at the same time... I really am a dirty no good whore... Look baby... Your uncle is fucking my pussy... He's fucking your mother in her cunt... I'm making my brother fuck my tight, wet cunt... How does that make you feel baby?... How does it make you feel?.. Does it make you feel jealous?.. Knowing that my brother is fucking your mother in her pussy... Does it make you angry son?.. Does it?.. Well he is baby... He is... He's fucking your mother in her pussy... My brother is fucking mommy in her pussy and mommy loves it... Your mother loves it... I love it... Mommy loves it and I want more.. I want more... Come on boys, switch... Switch positions... I want you to fuck me in my pussy again son... Fuck mommy in her pussy and let your uncle fuck me in the ass... I want my brother to fuck my asshole... Did you hear that baby?.. Mommy wants her brother to fuck her up the ass... I want him to fuck mommy in my ass while you fuck my cunt..." We both withdrew our cocks from both her holes and re-positioned ourselves in order to fulfill her shameful request. "Oh God, yessss... Yes, yes, yes... Fuck my asshole... Fuck my pussy... Oh God... God I love this... I love this... Mommy is letting two men fuck her at the same time... In my cunt and in my ass.. Mommy is getting double penetrated and I love it... Mommy loves it baby... Your mother loves being double fucked... Your slutty mother loves getting fucked up the ass and in her pussy at the same time... I really am a whore... I really am an incestuous whore... Oh baby, look... Your uncle is fucking my ass... He's fucking your mother in her asshole... Mommy is letting her brother fuck her in her slutty little asshole... How does that make you feel honey?.. How does that make you feel?.. Are you pissed?... Are you son?.. Are you?.. Are you pissed that my brother is fucking your mother in her asshole while you fuck my pussy?... Well he is baby... He is... He's fucking your mother in her anus... My brother is fucking me in my anus and mommy loves it... I love it... Mommy loves it baby... Your mother loves it... I love getting fucked in the ass by my brother... I love getting fucked in my ass by my brother... Oh God... Oh God... My brother is fucking my ass... My brother is fucking mommy in her ass... Mommy loves getting her ass fucked by her brother baby... My brother is fucking me in my asshole and I love it... Mommy loves it... Yes, yes, yes... I want more... I want more... Come on boys... Fuck me... Fuck my ass and pussy harder... Come on you two... Fuck them... Fuck them harder... Fuck me... Fuck me good... Fuck my pussy good... Fuck mommy's asshole harder... Fuck my pussy... Fuck my ass... Fuck them... Fuck them both... Fuck them harder... Harder boys... Fuck your bitch harder... In my cunt... In my asshole... In my pussy... In my ass... Come on boys... Fuck them harder... My pussy... My asshole... In my cunt... In my ass.. Come on boys... Fuck me deep... Make me cum... Make your whore cum... Make me cum... Make me cum... Make your nasty bitch cum... Oh shit... Oh shit... I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum soon... Here it is... Here it is... I can't hold it... I can't hold it back... Oh shit... I'm cumming... AAAAHHHH.... UUUNNNGGGHHH..... UUUNNNGGGHHH... AAAAHHHH.... Oh God... Oh God... AAAGGHHH... Oh God yessss... Shoot it up me... Fill me up... Fill my holes up... Shoot it in my asshole... Shoot your cum in my pussy... Oh my God... Oh my God... I can feel the sperm shooting in my ass... I can feel it in my pussy too..... Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God... AAAAHHHHH... I'm cumming boys... I'm cumming... CUUUMMMIIINNNGGG... AAAAIIIIEEEEEE... AAAAHHHHHHHHHH... UUNNNGGGHHH... AAAAAHHHH!!!" THE END To read some of my "DETAILED STORY" submissions if you don't like this format, read my "PAIN IN THE ASS" series. Hope you cast a vote and I really, really appreciate your responses so keep them cumming.