25 comments/ 402294 views/ 55 favorites Family Dinner By: SubmissiveVirginSlut I coughed into my glass of milk when I felt his hand on my thigh under the dinner table. "Are you okay Cassie?" my mom asked. "Yeah mom, it just went down the wrong way." I quickly brought my napkin to my mouth to wipe the splashed milk off my face and to hide my expression of shock as my uncle's firm hand gave my bare thigh a squeeze. My parents’ attention returned to their conversation with my uncle, unaware that he was molesting their sweet daughter right under their noses, literally. Don't get me wrong, Uncle Jack is definitely attractive. I've always had a crush on him, but nothing has ever happened before because he's my UNCLE! Okay, well maybe I'd been teasing him a little more lately. My breasts had gone up another cup size and I loved the attention I got with them. I had leaned over a couple of times, purposefully letting him see down my shirt. And I had gone braless a few times so he could see my nipples through my t-shirt. His hand slid higher up my thigh. I looked over at him, but he was still facing my parents. I knew I should clamp my thighs together, but I felt a rush of heat in pussy. So I spread my legs just enough that my leg pressed against his. I was hoping he'd take this as a green light to keep going. He did. His hand continued under my skirt until he reached my red satin panties. I had to cross my arms on the table in front of me to hide my stiffening nipples. This also meant I could secretly pinch my nipples without anyone noticing. I could feel his palm pressing against my pussy, rubbing up and down on the slippery material. I pressed myself against his palm subtly. "Uhh," a moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. They all turned their heads to look at me. "Uhh, can you please pass the salad?" My mom passed the glass bowl to me and they resumed their conversation. I smiled, pleased at my quick recovery. I grabbed the large spoon and fork and started filling my plate with salad. I dropped the spoon when I felt a finger in my pussy. Uncle Jack had pushed aside my panties and was now sliding a finger in and out of me. Again, stares form the table. "Sorry! I'm such a klutz," I apologized, then resumed my efforts with the salad. I had to start filling my mouth with the crisp lettuce to hide my heavy breathing. He slipped a second finger into me and his thumb was now rubbing my clit. I chomped down on a hard piece of carrot to keep from crying out. I wanted to scream for him to let me come. There was just the little problem of my parents sitting across from us! "Mmmm," I moaned again. I quickly licked my spoon, savoring the creamy white dressing. "Mom, this new dressing is great!" I hoped she didn't notice the sweat forming on my brow. "Glad you like it sweetheart." I wonder what they were talking about to make them so oblivious to their daughter's predicament. I was too preoccupied to pay any attention to what they were saying. All I could focus on were the fingers thrusting in and out of me, in and out. I rocked my hips into the rhythm, as much as I could without it being noticed. He pressed hard against my rigid clit, driving me insane. I was going to come! I felt it building in my stomach and spreading down through my burning thighs. It was going to happen! I was going to orgasm right in front of my parents!!! I felt a moment of panic and quickly gulped down a bunch of water, trying to catch my breath. But it was too late. I started coming hard and fast, right there at the dinner table. "AHHH!" I was squealing. I covered the first way I could think of. I threw my hands up in the air, balled my fingers into tight fists, closed my eyes, and arched my back. "AHHhhhh," I faded off into a fake yawn. I opened my eyes. I had everyone's attention now. "Sorry! I'm just so tired! I think I'm going to get to bed early tonight." I felt my uncle's hand withdraw from my burning cunt. I cleared my dishes and gave my parents each a kiss goodnight. I walked to the other side of the table, threw my arms around my uncle's neck, and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek. "Goodnight Uncle Jack," I lowered my voice and whispered softly, "and thanks." I ran to my room to relive the moment in my own bed. This was definitely the beginning of something interesting.... Family Dinner Kelsey Andrews pulled up hard, and squeezed herself into her skin-tight cutoff jeans. After two minutes of struggling, she was finally able to button her shorts snuggly around her slim, eighteen-year-old waist. She turned around to check out her butt in the mirror. As critical of her own body as she was, she thought she looked fantastic. She donned a halter-top and a pair of sandals when her cell phone began to ring. She checked the caller ID, and saw it was her older sister, Allison. "Hey babe, what's up?" Kelsey said cheerfully. "Hey, I'm on my way home from Bryan's pool party now," Allison said gleefully. "Already?" Kelsey said with surprise. "I thought you'd be there all day." Kelsey sat down on her bed and stretched her long, slender legs. "Well, his family eats dinner together at five, so we all had to leave," Allison said. "Oh, that sucks," Kelsey said. "I'm on my way to Sandra's, so there's not much to do at home." Kelsey wiggled her toes and admired the pretty red nail polish she recently applied to each of her toenails. "Hmm," Allison said. "I was thinking the family dinner idea was a good one. Been a while since we had one of those, don't you think?" "I guess," Kelsey said. "But with Jeff out of town that's not really possible today." "I mean just us three," Allison said. "You, me, and Mom. You know, our real family." Kelsey twiddled her fingers through her blonde pigtailed hair. It did seem like a nice idea to her, just the three of them. Ever since their family moved in with Jeff, Kelsey felt her original family had lost some of its closeness with its new patriarch. In fact, they hadn't had too many family dinners with Jeff either, what with their summer jobs and busy schedules and all. "I'll see what Mom's doing," Kelsey said. All she could hear on the other line was Allison's giggling, undoubtedly because her boyfriend Chase had just untied her bikini top or some boyish prank like that, so Kelsey ended the call. She tucked her phone into her purse and took another look at herself in the mirror. Kelsey had to admit, she was looking good. Her breasts had filled out quite a bit in the past year, and her daily sit up routines were doing wonders for her abs. Kelsey stared at her soft, smooth belly, which was not covered her skimpy halter-top. Although she did not have a belly button piercing, she hoped to get one if not for Jeff. Yes, Jeff Harkin. Her mother's new husband. He made a lot of money as an automotive engineer, but his conservative views made Kelsey and her sister feel at times like prisoners. Her mother Sally was having a lot of difficulties making ends meet as a single mom, so since moving in with Jeff, Kelsey and Allison began enjoying benefits they hadn't had since even when their father was alive. The problem was his incredibly controlling nature. Jeff was always keeping tabs on their mother Sally while they were dating, and since marrying and moving in with him, he'd been actively involved in the lives of Kelsey and Allison as well. He would want to know details of who their friends were, where they were at all times, and had very little respect for their privacy. He would read their school notes, search through their book bags, they were required to tell him the passwords to their email accounts, which he checked daily. Worst of all, Jeff was very particular on how Kelsey and Allison dressed. He only wanted them to wear the most conservative of clothing, which made it difficult for them to be popular in school, especially with the boys. Allison was especially resentful of this as she was now graduated from high school, but Jeff reasoned that she still lived in his house, and therefore was required to either follow his rules or submit herself to the consequences he selected for her. Jeff's absence on account of a business trip gave Kelsey this brief opportunity to dress a bit racier, so she wanted to take full advantage. Plus, while her telling her sister that she was planning to visit her friend Sandra was true, the real reason Kelsey enjoyed spending time with Sandra was Sandra's particularly handsome older brother Chris. Chris was two years older than Kelsey and swam on the boys swim team, and Kelsey had developed quite a crush on him shortly before school got out for the summer. Kelsey loosened the tie binding the front of her halter-top together to allow a few more inches of her cleavage into view. Kelsey smiled at her reflection, and sauntered sexily out of her room. Kelsey pranced down the stairs, just as her mother was leaving out the back door. Sally Harkin was dressed in a bright green bathing suit with a beach towel wrapped around her torso, most likely getting ready for an afternoon of sunbathing. "Hey Mom, do you have any plans for dinner?" Kelsey asked. Sally shrugged. "I was going to start something when Allison got home. Why, you hungry?" "Nah," Kelsey said. "Besides, I'm going over to Sandra's now." "Oh," Sally said, tying her bright blonde hair into a bun. "In that case, just reheat something from the fridge when you're ready. No sense planning dinner if everyone's out for the afternoon." "Yeah," Kelsey smiled. Sally left out the glass sliding back door and shut it behind her. Kelsey was glad her mother was finally getting a chance to get some sun; Sally hadn't spent very many carefree days basking in the summer heat since getting married. Kelsey smiled as she watched her mother untie the beach towel from around her torso and let her swimsuit clad-body bask in the July sun. Kelsey was a bit disappointed her mother was not wearing a bikini. Sally used to wear them all the time before she got married, but now Jeff forbade anything but conservative one-pieces. Kelsey checked the time on the Mickey Mouse novelty clock hanging on the kitchen wall before skipping towards the front door. Sandra lived only a block away, so Kelsey could walk there with little trouble. Still, she was jealous of her sister Allison, who had her driver's license and her own car for some time now. Kelsey heard her sister's car pulling into the driveway, so she decided to take a moment to tell Allison that no, there would not be dinner today but to get something from the fridge, like her mother had just said. Kelsey stepped out the front door, only to see that the car pulling into the driveway at that moment was not, in fact, her sister's. It was Jeff's. Kelsey's heart sank. Jeff had come back from his business trip early. Kelsey saw his face staring straight back at her, dressed in her skimpy wardrobe that she promised him she would never wear while living under his roof. Kelsey turned and ran back inside, and raced upstairs to her bedroom, while the rumbling motor of the garage door sounded to Kelsey like the tremble of Doomsday at that moment. She had just closed her bedroom door when she heard the front door close and the trumpeting voice of her stepfather. "Kelsey, get downstairs now!" he shouted. Kelsey pulled a dress from her closet and laid it upon her bed. "Don't bother changing clothes, Kelsey, I already saw you. Get downstairs right now!" There was no way out of this one. She was going to get it this time. Probably the worst one yet. Best to just get it over with. Kelsey opened her bedroom door and nervously descended the stairs, finding her very infuriated stepfather waiting for her in the living room. Kelsey meekly stepped off the last step and stood at the base of the staircase. Jeff stared at her up and down. For the longest time, Kelsey just stood there and waited for him to speak. "What's your excuse?" he finally asked. Kelsey stammered. "I...I... thought..." "That I would be away for anther two days?" Jeff said. Kelsey nodded. "I figured. Well young lady, I'm sure you're aware, as I've told you countless times, that under my roof my rules apply at all times, regardless of whether or not I'm present to enforce them," Jeff said. "Yes, sir," Kelsey said. Jeff nodded. "And seeing as you've broken one of my cardinal rules, and this not being your first or even second offense, I think some severe repercussions are in order," he said. Kelsey's heart pounded. She knew what kind of discipline Jeff practiced, and it was not pleasant. "Oh no," Kelsey thought to herself. "Oh God no, please no, not this, anything but this." Kelsey mouthed the words to herself, but she knew fully well they would do no good. She knew what was about to happen to her, and she knew there was no way out of it. Kelsey Andrews was going to get a spanking. Oh, she hated spankings. The pain, the embarrassment, the discomfort that followed her for days afterward, there was no punishment Kelsey wanted less than a spanking, but Jeff knew it was the best way to get his point across to his disobedient stepdaughters. "All right, young lady, over my knee," Jeff said. "Jeff, please, no!" Kelsey pleaded. "Please don't spank me. I already get spankings at school, at church, even at choir! Can't it be something else?" Jeff looked back at Kelsey sternly. "And why do you get spankings at all of these places, young lady?" Jeff asked. "Because they're-" Jeff's expression stopped Kelsey cold. "Because I- don't behave myself all the time," Kelsey said. Jeff nodded in agreement. "Spankings get the message across, don't they?" Jeff asked. Kelsey said nothing. "Don't they?" Jeff repeated. Kelsey bit her lip. "Don't make me repeat myself again, Kelsey!" "Yes," Kelsey said. "They do." Jeff seemed satisfied by her reply. "Glad to hear it. Why don't we get started?" Jeff sat down on the sofa, and Kelsey began to unbutton her shorts. Kelsey had never felt comfortable disrobing in front of Jeff, especially for a spanking, but she knew he would most likely require it of her. Jeff had spanked her about six times previously, and only once did he not insist she remove all of her clothing below her waist, and that was for a B on her report card. Seeing his anger in this situation, Kelsey decided to avoid any further confrontation by undressing without being asked. Kelsey struggled to get her tight shorts off, and the fact their tightness was causing her so much difficulty was not helping her case at all. Kelsey finally slid her shorts to her ankles, and only after bending over Jeff's lap did she slide her panties downward, to avoid giving him a glimpse of her pubic area. Kelsey slid her panties down to her mid-thighs and left them there, and rested her pelvis across Jeff's knees. All she needed to do now was hold still and wait for her painful punishment to be over. Jeff lay his palm across Kelsey's round, firm posterior. Kelsey hated how he did this; although his hand was warm and soothing, it gave her such a calm-before-the-storm feel that it made the spankings seem worse. Jeff ran his open hand across Kelsey's soft, sensitive mounds of smooth muscle, letting his palm bask in the warmth of Kelsey's bare bottom. Kelsey braced herself as Jeff raised his hand away from her bottom, and brought it back down, fast and hard. Kelsey cringed. It hurt. Jeff raised his hand and spanked her again. Kelsey trembled under the force of his fiery smacks, as Jeff continued to spank her harder and more rapidly. Kelsey twitched back and forth, trying to avoid the line of fire by trying to move her buttocks wherever Jeff's hand wasn't, but her efforts were all in vain. Jeff spanked her entire buttocks, striking both her left and right cheeks, top and bottom, and placing a few to the very tops of her thighs. The distribution was very unpleasant, since Kelsey had a hard time bracing herself since she never knew which portion of her buttocks Jeff would spank next. Each smack of his hand was a sudden and unsettling surprise. Worst of all, Jeff would also occasionally stop, making her believe momentarily that the spanking might be over. Of course, it wasn't, he just had to rest his hand. The first spanking after a rest period was among the worst. Jeff knew this, so consequently he made sure to take numerous breaks, of varied length. After five minutes of continuous spanking, Jeff finally set his hand aside. Kelsey's bottom was now red as the evening sun, and the tears in her eyes revealed Kelsey had definitely been enlightened to the consequences of disobeying her stepfather. "You may get up now, Kelsey," Jeff said. "I'm done spanking you for now." Kelsey pulled her underpants back over her burning bottom, cringing as the material passed over her sore skin. After some uncomfortable panty tugging, Kelsey groggily rose back to her feet. She almost moved to put her shorts back on, but remembered that was what got her in trouble in the first place. "Should I go to my room and put on an appropriate dress now?" Kelsey asked. "Not yet," Jeff said. "I hear your sister pulling into the driveway. I want her to see you so she knows the consequences of disobedience as well." Kelsey blushed as she heard her sister emerging from her car in the driveway. Being spanked in private was bad enough, but having spectators for her punishments, even her sister, was even worse. She wondered how her sister would react to finding her with her shorts off in the living room with their stepfather home early. "Oh no-" Kelsey thought. Allison was at a pool party. Wearing that skimpy little bikini she showed her that morning. If Jeff had closed the garage door, Allison would have no idea he was home since she parked in the driveway. The front door opened, revealing Allison in the doorframe, a beach bag slung over her shoulder, her curvaceous teenage body garbed in a tiny blue string bikini. Allison stared right at Jeff, who stared right back. Allison's beach bag dropped to the floor. The still-damp material of her swimsuit felt uncomfortably cold clinging to her shaking body. "Jeff-" Allison stammered. "Allison," Jeff replied. "I was just showing your sister here what I think of stepdaughters who think my wardrobe rules don't apply while I'm out of town." Allison looked over at Kelsey, who was rubbing her painfully swollen bottom. "I- oh God, I didn't expect this-" "Nor did I," Jeff said. "I actually thought my stepdaughters had some respect for my rules. I step out of the house for a day and look what I come back to." Allison shut the front door behind her. "Jeff, I was at a pool party-" "Really?" Jeff said. "If I didn't know better I would have thought you just came from a strip club." "Jeff, all the girls dress like this at the pool!" "Do all the girls live under my roof?" Jeff asked. Allison stopped. "No, sir," she said. "So what do you think has to be done?" Jeff asked. Allison breathed a sigh. "I have to be spanked," Allison said. "Looks like Kelsey just did." "Yes," Jeff said. "You are going to get a spanking. But not like Kelsey's. Neither of you is dressed appropriately right now, but you took it a step further than her, so I'm taking it a step further with you." Allison knew this would be bad. "I think the hairbrush will do nicely," Jeff said. "I'd like you to get it for me please." "Jeff-" "Allison," Jeff said. "Would you please bring me the hairbrush like I asked? Or will I need you to bring me the paddle and belt as well?" "No, sir," Allison said, and then stopped. "May I at least get dressed, first?" "Absolutely not," Jeff said. "Those pieces of string you try to pass off as a bathing suit were your choice of attire for the day, so that's what you'll be sporting throughout the course of your spanking. Well, minus your bottoms of course." Allison frowned in resentment, as she picked up her beach bag and carried it upstairs. She returned seconds later, carrying only the hairbrush and an expression of pure embarrassment on her face. Allison's large, bikini-clad breasts bounced as she nervously descended the stairs to receive her humiliating punishment. Her long, light brown and still wet hair was now tied into a ponytail, as she usually wore it when she was about to get a spanking. She walked up to Jeff and reluctantly handed him the hairbrush. "Thank you," Jeff said. "Now, bend over my knee." Allison's cheeks, the ones on her face, that is, flushed with embarrassment. If her boyfriend, or any of her friends were to know that she still received spankings as punishments, on the bare bottom at that, she might be too mortified to ever go out in public again. Allison peered out the window to make sure no passers-by were watching, and proceeded to lower her bikini bottoms down to her knees. She then leaned over, and placed her belly across Jeff's thighs. As with Kelsey, Jeff took a moment to place his hand on Allison's bottom, to feel its warmth and prepare it for the pain he would soon inflict. Allison shut her eyes and braced herself as she felt Jeff remove his hand from her bare bottom, and he proceeded to pick up the hairbrush that lay by his side. She had only been spanked with that brush once before. Every other spanking Jeff had given her had been with either his bare hand or the original brush, which he broke straight off the handle while he was punishing her for sneaking out one night. Allison owned several hairbrushes, and Jeff told her the day she moved in that she would have to give one up to be the designated spanking brush. Allison originally chose a Hello Kitty brush that she owned since she was a child as the dreaded implement, but that was the one that broke. With the handle snapped clean off with no viable way to reattach it, Jeff told Allison she would have to give up another brush, so she chose a flexible rubber-spoked brush thinking it would hurt less. Jeff caught on to her scheme and told her it would have to be a sturdy brush with plastic spokes, since the rubber ones obviously would not hurt enough. Allison reluctantly gave up her brand new plastic pink brush, and that was the brush Jeff was holding now. Allison held steady as Jeff raised the brush in the air and swung it towards her naked posterior. Allison yelped as the sharp, plastic spokes struck her soft, feminine skin. The impact emanated throughout her body and left her bottom stinging with pain. Jeff raised the brush and spanked her again, harder. Even Kelsey yelped at the sound the plastic spokes made being struck against her sister's flesh. Having an up-close view of Allison's almost completely nude body drained Jeff of any lingering remorse he might have felt for the helpless teenager. It was her own disobedience that got her into this situation, so Jeff felt compelled to see to it that she regretted every second she allowed her scandalous swimwear to adorn her curvaceous figure. Jeff spanked her again and again, leaving no part of her delicate posterior unmarked by the hairbrush's vicious strikes. It didn't take too long before the tears came. Perhaps only the eleventh stroke or so, the pain got very intense, so much that Allison began to lose her grip of herself, and her cheeks flushed and her eyes formed tiny droplets that poured down her pretty face. Although it had no impact on the ferocity of Jeff's spankings, it did strengthen Jeff's resolve, as it let him know that Allison was getting his message. Allison held as still as she could, but the thrashing of the hairbrush overwhelmed her. She kicked her legs, causing her bikini bottoms to fall further down her legs towards her ankles. Jeff braced Allison's hip with his other hand, and held her firmly in place as he continued spanking her. "Ow! Ow!" Allison cried. "Please stop. Please stop!" Jeff ignored her pleas and continued punishing her. "I won't disobey you again," Allison cried. "I'll get rid of all my bikinis. I promise. Just please, stop." Family Dinner Jeff was starting to believe Allison might actually be sincere. Perhaps he had finally gotten through to her, but Jeff decided to play it safe and give her just a few extra strokes, for good measure. A few more went from five, to ten, and then to fifteen, before Jeff was convinced she had been punished as thoroughly as she deserved. Jeff finally set the hairbrush aside, and examined Allison's very red and well-marked buttocks. He could honestly say he was quite satisfied with his work on her. He almost wanted to take a picture. "No more bikinis?" Jeff asked. "Never," Allison said. "I'll burn them all." "How about those miniskirts?" Jeff asked. "Gone," Allison said. "And if I look though your underwear drawer tonight, will I find any thong panties?" "Not one," Allison said. "They'll be gone. You have my word." "Good," Jeff said. "I believe you. You may rise and rub." Allison breathed a sigh of relief. She was just about to pull herself from Jeff's lap, when her mother Sally, entered the room, wearing only a towel. "Did I hear screaming in here?" Sally asked. She then saw Allison painfully pulling her bikini bottoms back on. "Oh, Jeff, you're home early," Sally said, taking a step backward and adjusting her towel. "Hello dear," Jeff said. "You might want to have words with your daughters. I've been home ten minutes and already I've had to deal out spankings for the both of them." Sally frowned. "Girls!" she said in disappointment. "I'm ashamed of you." Sally looked back at Jeff. "Welcome home dear. I'm sorry about my daughters, but thank you very much for punishing them." "Never a bother," Jeff said. "Allison, would you take the hairbrush back to the bedroom please?" "Yes, sir," Allison said. Jeff looked back at Sally. "Well, aside from this, how was your day?" Jeff asked. "Oh, very lovely," Sally said, walking back towards the back door of the house. "I was just-" "Just what?" Jeff asked. Then he noticed something that bothered him. "Honey?" Jeff asked. "What do you have on under that towel?" "Oh, you know," Sally said. Jeff looked at her suspiciously. "I don't see the straps of a bathing suit over your shoulders," Jeff said. Sally stopped. "Sally, take off the towel," Jeff said. Sally didn't move. "Sally," Jeff said. "Take off the towel." "I'm sorry Jeff," Sally said. "You're right, I don't have anything on under the towel. It's just, it was such a beautiful day, the neighbors were gone, and-" "Sally," Jeff said. "I asked you to take off your towel." Sally unfolded her towel and let it drop to the floor. She stood before Jeff and Kelsey, completely naked. Allison came back down the stairs, looking surprised by what she saw. "You were out tanning all afternoon," Jeff said. "Yes," Sally said. "Displaying your nude body in public," Jeff said. "Yes," Sally said, on the verge of crying. "After I just disciplined your two daughters for not being adequately dressed in public," Jeff said. "I'm sorry," Sally said. "You were out of town, I thought it would be okay, this once, if-" "Sally," Jeff said. "I'm trying to get a message across to your daughters, and you set an example like this. You knew your daughters were going out in public in those clothes, didn't you?" Sally hung her head. "Yes. I did." Jeff shook his head. "Well, I can't just ignore what you've done here. Not after punishing Kelsey and Allison," Jeff said. "That would be quite hypocritical of me, wouldn't it?" Sally nodded. "Then what do you suggest I do?" Jeff said. Sally paused. "Spank me," she muttered. "I'm sorry?" Jeff said. "I didn't quite catch that." "You should spank me," Sally said. "Just like you spanked my daughters. I deserve a spanking as much as they do." "I agree," Jeff said, and turned to Allison. "Allison, it looks like I might still need that hairbrush after all. Would you get it again please?" "Yes, sir," Allison said, and went back up the stairs again. Sally stood complacently as Jeff ran his eyes up and down his wife's completely naked body. For a woman in her forties, Sally was quite youthful and attractive. Her exercise regime and careful dieting left her with a slim, sexy body. She was naturally endowed with large, round, breasts and a pair of long and lovely legs, both qualities she passed down to her beautiful daughters. For several seconds Jeff said nothing, prompting Sally to cover her breasts, which due to their exceptional size were difficult to hide with one arm. She used her other arm to conceal the light blonde, and well-trimmed pubic hair that peeked out like a baby chick, between her soft, creamy thighs. "Shall we get started?" Jeff asked. "Yes, dear," Sally nodded. Jeff sat back down on the couch, and Sally wasted no time bending over his lap for her turn getting the hairbrush to the hindquarters. Although she was embarrassed being caught by her husband and humiliated by the idea of being disciplined in front of her daughters, truthfully Sally wasn't entirely uncomfortable in this position. Although she didn't make it publicly known, even to her daughters, Sally had been a spanking enthusiast all her life. She first met Jeff on a spanking personals website because she enjoyed being spanked by strong, attractive men. Sally's father spanked Sally's mother when she was a child, so she grew up craving a husband who would give her that kind of attention. Sally loved the feeling of submissiveness, it gave her a feeling of being loved and cared for by a dominant male figure. The fact that Jeff was willing to spank her daughters as well as her when they were naughty seemed like an added bonus for Sally, since she believed Kelsey and Allison would benefit from his disciplining as much as she would. This is why Sally was always quite pleased when Jeff would practice corporal punishment her daughters, even including giving them fairly hard casual swats if they were to forget chores as simple as unloading the dishwasher. In fact, Sally's biggest secret, was that she dearly hoped both of her daughters would seek out and marry men who would spank them as well. Sally felt like a young girl herself, waiting patiently over Jeff's knee as Allison returned down the stairs to bring him the hairbrush. It made her feel close to her daughters knowing she was about to be punished just like they were. It also made her feel close, intimately close, with Jeff. Allison entered the room, and handed the hairbrush to Jeff. Jeff took it and set it aside, and indicated for Allison to step back and watch as he punished her mother. Kelsey did the same as the two of them rubbed their sore bottoms. Jeff examined Sally's buttocks closely. She was still a bit sore from an intimate spanking he had given her a few nights earlier, but he was confident she has healed up well enough that she was ready for another. Jeff gave Sally's bottom a good, firm, relaxing rub, and once he felt the muscles in her buttocks were softened and relaxed, his hand went for the hairbrush. Jeff smacked the hairbrush hard across the surface of Sally's bottom. Sally squealed under the shock of the impact. Jeff began spanking her in rapid succession, striking her much harder than he did during her intimate spankings a few nights earlier. During their sexual foreplay, Jeff usually spanked Sally softly with his hand. He usually only used the paddle or hairbrush for disciplinary spankings, but unknown to Jeff, Sally actually enjoyed both kinds of spanking. Despite her pleasure in her submissive act, Sally still cringed under the discomfort of Jeff's repeated spankings. Jeff noted the tiny red marks that formed across Sally's buttocks from the sharp blows of the brush's spokes, and Sally squirmed about from the stinging. Although her bottom burned with discomfort, in between her legs became wet with pleasure. As the intensity of Jeff's spankings increased, Sally began to moan. To Kelsey and Allison she sounded to be in pain, however Jeff knew otherwise. Sally's spankings were becoming an overwhelming experience for the both of them, and Jeff began to realize that he might be sending Sally the wrong message. "Sally," Jeff said. "Yes, dear," Sally said flirtatiously. "Sally I know that you find spanking pleasurable," Jeff said. "But I am trying to make a point here. To you, and your daughters." "I can't help it if I love your swats so much," Sally said sexily. "I know," Jeff said. "That's why I'm going to have to take this up a notch. Make this a little more uncomfortable for you." "No!" Sally said. "It was going so nicely. Come on, pick up that hairbrush and give me some spankings." "No," Jeff said. "Kelsey, I'd like you to go to the bathroom and bring me a hand towel, please. Allison, I'd like you to bring me a bucket of cold water." Sally's blood went cold. "Jeff, no!" Sally said. "Not towel smacks! Those sting so badly!" Jeff patted Sally's bottom. "I know, dear," Jeff said. "But I'm afraid hairbrush spankings just aren't doing the job right now." Sally frowned. She didn't like Jeff implying that punishment was supposed to be unpleasant. Kelsey and Allison left the room to retrieve the items Jeff requested. Jeff bounced his knee to get Sally back on her feet. Once she was standing, Jeff picked up a small footstool that rested in front of the easy chair in the living room, and carried it into the kitchen. "Follow me, Sally," Jeff said. "We'll make less of a mess if we give you your towel smacks in the kitchen." Sally turned to follow Jeff into the kitchen and caught a glimpse out of the front window. A man walking with two young children on the sidewalk in front of their house saw her standing there, fully nude. Sally blushed and covered herself with her arms, as she scurried away into the kitchen. The pedestrian took his two children by the arm and moved them along quickly. Jeff moved the kitchen table against the wall to make more room in the kitchen. He then placed the footstool in the newly created empty space. "Sally, I'd like you to place your knees on the stool, and your hands flat on the floor," Jeff said. "This will be very painful, so you'll need to hold very steady or you'll topple over from the shock." Sally gulped. Jeff wasn't playing with her; he really wanted this to hurt. Sally obeyed, getting into position so her buttocks was in the air. Kelsey entered the kitchen, and placed a white cotton hand towel on the counter. Allison entered soon after, carrying a round yellow bucket full of cold water from the basement faucet. Allison placed the bucket next to the footstool where her mother was kneeling. "Thank you, girls," Jeff said. "I'd like you two to stand to the side and watch carefully. This might be a punishment you'll have to experience someday." Kelsey and Allison watched their trembling mother and prayed that would not be true. Jeff unclasped his wristwatch and placed it on the kitchen counter. He picked up the soft, dry, hand towel, and unfolded the white fabric in his hands. Jeff stretched it from end to end, and plunged it into the bucket. Sally heard the sound of bubbles rising to the surface of the water as Jeff kept the towel submerged for several seconds. He pulled the sopping wet towel out and twisted it tightly. Sally's hands trembled against the cold tiled floor as she listened to the soaking wet towel dribble back into the bucket. "Get ready," Jeff said. Jeff flicked the towel fast, and snapped it hard against Sally's bare buttocks. The sound echoed throughout the room, and Sally screamed. It hurt, worse than the hairbrush ever did, and Jeff was far from finished. Sally flinched. The snap of the towel left a welt on her left buttock; Jeff was very skilled at towel snapping. He made a note to snap her right buttock with the next stroke, to ensure even distribution. He snapped the towel again, and hit Sally's right buttock, spot on. Sally shouted in pain. She felt the greatest urge to rub her buttocks and cover it to protect it from future strokes, but she had to keep her hands on the floor to maintain her balance. There was no way to protect herself. Sally was at her husband's mercy. Jeff flicked the towel again, striking her lower left buttock, sending her body searing with pain. Sally leaned forward as far as she could, trying to distance herself from Jeff's line of fire, as she breathed heavily through her clenched teeth. "Arms straight, Sally," Jeff said. "No leaning." It took a lot of courage for Sally to get back into position as her husband demanded. Jeff snapped the towel again, this time striking the curve where her buttocks met her hip. Steady droplets of tears began to drip from Sally's eyes onto the smooth linoleum floor tiles. As many times as she had been spanked in her life, Sally was only now truly learning the meaning of submission to pain. Jeff snapped the towel again and again, covering Sally's buttocks with deep red strike marks. Sally held herself in place, and endured every last one. When her buttocks was almost completely covered, Jeff snapped the towel against the back of her legs, and her sensitive inner thighs. The discomfort was becoming increasingly overwhelming. As the pain became too intense for Sally to maintain balance on her own, Jeff asked Sally to stand and bend over the stool instead. "Place your hands on the stool, please," Jeff said. Sally leaned over painfully and placed her palms across the smooth leather surface of the footstool. She kept her legs straight and firmly together, in a desperate attempt to protect her more sensitive parts of her body. "Now spread your legs apart, nice and wide," Jeff said. "What?" Sally asked. "Please do as I ask, dear," Jeff said. "I don't want to make this any worse on you." Sally surrendered the last morsel of her modesty, and spread her legs apart as far as she could get them. She had to hold on to the stool tightly to stay balanced. Sally's womanhood was now on full display from behind, not that it was anything new to Jeff, but Kelsey and Allison were a bit shocked in seeing their mother in such an uncompromising position. Jeff picked up the towel again, and noticed it had dried up quite a bit since beginning her towel smacks. Jeff plunged the towel into the bucket once again, and held it under for ten seconds. Sally waited in baited suspense as Jeff removed the soaking towel from the bucket and twisted it once again. Jeff snapped the towel in Sally's most sensitive areas, stinging her labia and even the opening to her anus, which was now embarrassingly open and exposed. Sally sobbed throughout the ordeal. She knew she had provoked Jeff by openly enjoying his hairbrush spankings earlier, but she had no idea how steep a price she would have to pay. Jeff was clearly attempting to ensure she would be in considerable pain for the next two weeks, and in that attempt, he was successful. Yet, as painful as it was, Sally did not resist. For nearly ten minutes of continuous wet towel spankings, Sally Harkin remained complacent and submissive, as she passively accepted her full punishment as a she felt any obedient wife should. Sally's buttocks felt like it was on fire. "My husband knows best," she muttered to herself. "My husband knows best, my husband knows best, my husband knows best." Saying the words made it so much more tolerable. Sally kept her eyes tightly sealed, as she accepted stroke after stroke of Jeff's painful smacks. Sally said the words again and again, knowing that if she felt anything but undying love for her husband, she would have run from the kitchen a long time ago. Jeff finally dropped the towel into the bucket, deciding that his wife had been punished to perfection. Kelsey and Allison gasped as the sight of their mother's buttocks. Jeff had marked it completely, leaving no trace of her normal pink skin hue anywhere. In its place was red, the color of punishment. "You may rise, now dear," Jeff said, admiring the work he'd completed on her rear. Sally struggled to pull herself to her feet, and thanked the Lord that it was finally over. She rubbed her thighs, too afraid to actually touch any portion of her body that had been spanked. Jeff removed three brightly-colored ice packs from the freezer, and handed one each to Kelsey, Allison and Sally. The three well-spanked ladies graciously accepted them and placed them on their painful posteriors. Jeff had purchased them the previous year shortly after marrying Sally. The red one was for Sally, the blue one for Allison, and the pink one was for Kelsey. Jeff bought them from a disciplinarian store that specialized in corporal punishment paraphernalia. Each ice pack was shaped to meld against a buttocks, and even had a tiny illustration of a blushing schoolgirl with her skirt up and panties down holding one against her burning behind. Although Kelsey, Allison, and Sally were not exactly thrilled to find bottom-soothing ice packs in their stockings on Christmas morning, not one of them ever complained about having them, especially not after Jeff's more severe tail-tannings. Allison slid her bikini bottoms down to her knees as she pressed the soothing cold ice pack against her burning hot behind. Although she did not usually remove her underwear or articles of swimwear willingly in front of anyone but her boyfriend, a girl who got spanked as often as Allison was quick to trade modesty for pain relief. Kelsey, too, shed her panties for the cool touch of her ice pack. Sally, of course, was already naked, but had she been wearing her bright green swimsuit, which she had unwisely discarded earlier, she would have slipped it off at this point as well. "Kelsey, Allison, Sally," Jeff said. "I want all of you to know that your behavior today was not acceptable. I want to make it clear to all three of you, that in my house, you will obey my dress standards. I hope the punishments I've provided you with today will help you remember that in the future." The three ladies nodded, as they continued to sooth their intensely sore bottoms with their personal ice packs. "I want to make sure each of you understands me," Jeff said. "Kelsey?" Kelsey looked up at Jeff. "Yes, sir," Kelsey said. Allison looked at Jeff as well. "I understand," Allison said. Jeff turned to Sally, in a tone just as serious as he was with her daughters. "I understand," Sally said. "Good," Jeff said. "I'd like all three of you to go change into appropriate clothing now." The three ladies nodded and slowly walked out of the room. As Allison and Sally trudged up the stairs to their bedrooms, Kelsey stopped. "Jeff, may I go to Sandra's house now?" Kelsey asked meekly. "I was planning to go meet her before you came home." Jeff shook his head. "You can set the table and help your mother prepare dinner," Jeff said. "We're going to have a family dinner tonight. We will all be eating together for once." Kelsey nodded, and exited the kitchen. Thoughts raced through her head as Kelsey ascended the stairs. She realized there were two things she badly needed that day, and she got them both. The first was a little togetherness with her family. Her sister knew it, but Kelsey barely acknowledged it even when it was right in her face. It was the second thing that Kelsey badly needed that day, and got, that made her realize that as well. Kelsey entered her bedroom, and saw the dress she frantically took from her closet earlier still lay across her bed. Jeff had given it to her last Christmas, the same Christmas he had given her the personal ice pack. This dress was what Jeff considered appropriate, long enough to cover her knees and cut high enough not to reveal any cleavage. Family Dinner Kelsey called Sandra and told her she would not be able to make it to her house that day, but to tell her brother she said hi. Sandra understood. When their conversation was over, Kelsey hung up her phone and put on the dress. After discarding her skimpy halter-top into the trash, Kelsey went downstairs to eat dinner with her family. The End Family Dinner This is intentionally over the top. I hope it's both fun and a turn-on. Any sexual activity is between characters over 18. Thanks as always to LarryInSeattle. Any errors that remain are my own. Helpful comments are always welcome. Enjoy. ***** "Moootheerrrr, please. That's where we eat." Robert hated his sister's whine but he shut it out. His mother chuckled. "So? Robbie is eating and I'm being eaten, what's the problem?" "Har Har, very funny. You know what I mean." Caroline slammed her books down on top of the counter. Her breasts heaved with what she pretended was indignation but was actually lust. The flush in the hollow of her throat and the way her nipples were crinkling up gave her away. Her mother patted the tabletop. "Come on sweetheart. There's room for both of us. Robbie isn't a teenager any longer but I'm sure he can handle two entrees, can't you sweetie?" A muffled sounded wafted from between her thighs. Her son's eyes were closed and his tongue was deep inside her twat. He hadn't shaved that morning and the stubble on his chin ground into her engorged pussy lips in the most delightful way. "Mother, not everyone is as insatiable as you. I'm not in the mood. Today was a complete and total bummer." Robert put his hands on the outside of his mom's legs and pressed her legs into his ears, hoping to dull the sound of his sister's whining. She was a year older than him but she acted about twelve most of the time. She had beautiful tits and a tight pussy but fuck how much was a brother suppose to put up with? Her ass was her best feature. That's why he gave her a break. He loved Caroline's ass. His dad reserved his mom's ass as his own private treat. Robert tried not to get all Oedipal on his dad, after all rank did have its privileges but he'd dearly like to know what it felt like to unload, balls deep, inside his mother's ass. Until then he'd put up with Caroline's shit, metaphorically speaking. They were both sticklers for clean fucks. "Oh, sweetheart I'm sorry you had a bad day but I'm sure it isn't anything your brother's tongue beating up the little man in your canoe couldn't take your mind off of. Come lie down beside me." She patted the tabletop again. Robert was irritated that his mother was ignoring him at the moment. His fucking sister occupied ninety percent of his parent's time. He sucked on his mom's clit and tugged, harder than usual. That got her attention and she gasped. Her hand found its way to the top of his head. "Easy tiger, easy. That feels amazing but not so hard." She wiggled her butt and it squeaked on the tabletop. "Oops, that wasn't me, or not the way it sounded." Her son began to lick her slit, ending at her clit where his tongue flicked around it like a bee looking for nectar. "Uh-huh sweetie, that's right, you know what mommy likes don't you?" Caroline switched tactics. "Oh fine," she huffed and used one of the chairs to climb atop the dining room table. Her pussy was getting wet and if the only way to keep her mother's attention was to suck and play with her tits, so be it. She knelt, making sure her ass was pointing toward her brother. He loved her ass. She knew it and wasn't above using the fact. Her fingers reached between her legs and spread her cunt. If Robbie looked up, she'd see her pucker winking at him and the rich pink wet lips of her snatch. It'd drive him nuts. She took her mother's right nipple between her lips and pulled. She saw movement at the window and paused. "Hey, Missus Banard. You want to come in, have a seat?" Her mother turned her head. "Oh hi, Mabel. Why don't you come inside? Make yourself comfortable?" "Oh no, dear, aren't you sweet but I'm fine. I've got my cane." She held it up. The handle, dark ebony, was carved into the shaft of a cock, a large cock with a wide flange at the base. It glistened. The cane disappeared and their grandmotherly neighbor began to bounce up and down on the head of the cane. "Besides," she chuckled, "I like playing a dirty old peeping Tom." She shooed a hand at them. "Carry on, dears. I don't want to interrupt your family time." As Caroline bowed her head to continue sucking on her mother's nipples, Mrs. Banard's hands began to pinch and roll her own. Caroline smiled to herself, hoping that at eighty-six she would be able to rock a dildo-headed cane half as well. She closed her lips around her mother's nipple and began to flick it with the tip of her tongue. Her mother arched her back and pressed her breast against her eldest child's mouth. She began to twiddle Caroline's curls. "Oh yeah, my sweet baby girl knows what momma likes, too." She patted her daughter's cheek. "You have any idea how many times your father ate my pussy while you suckled? Every time I came I was afraid you'd choke to death, the milk just gushed from me." She moved her hand to rub the top of Robert's head. "And then when Robbie came along, well goodness. You were weaned already but as soon as you saw Robbie on my breast and your father gorging on my cunt you had to jump right back in. Truth be told it was easier that way. Robbie could only nurse one breast at a time; the other one would be leaking like a runny faucet but not after you grabbed and started to suck. It felt so nice. Do you remember, sweetie?" Caroline rolled onto her side and smiled at her mother. She glanced at her brother who was most definitely eyeing her cunt and ass. "Of course I remember. Your milk was sweet and filling. I would get angry because even if you ate chocolate your boobs wouldn't give me chocolate milk." Caroline rose up on one elbow, excited. "Mother," she exclaimed, "that's it. Why don't I get pregnant? I'd love to return the favor. Oh my God, can you even imagine my titties all full of milk and you sucking on them. Oh, and we could have daddy eat my pussy, just like he did with you. Wouldn't that be fun?" Robert heard his mother chuckle. "Sweetheart, having a baby is not something you do on the spur of the moment just because you want someone to lap up your titty milk. There's a lot more to being a mother than that. But," she smiled at her daughter, "when you do get pregnant, I would love to feast on your titty. Mommy promises, okay?" Caroline nodded, trying not to look disappointed. She wasn't sure her mother had dissuaded her, not entirely. Marissa, her best friend, had told her she had never cum so hard in her life as she did in the last few weeks of her pregnancy while getting ass fucked by her brother's college hockey team. Caroline had been horrified at first. The COGMASC, the Council On Good Manners and Societal Cohesion, had deemed Disruption of the Normal Sexual Development of a Minor one of the High Crimes. Corruption of a minor, monogamy, celibacy or any other social deviance was a good way to get a one-way ticket to the closest brain wipe center. Prisons were a thing of the past. After a brain wipe what was left was nothing but a living breathing blood, tissue or organ donor. The government provided the best drugs, no need to mug anyone. Domestic violence, sexual violence, in fact violence of any kind was not tolerated. Slowly but surely, violence and jealousy had been bred out of the society. Anything that might upset society's cohesiveness was not tolerated. Marissa had stared at Caroline and then asked her if she thought she was fucking stupid enough to violate a High Law. Getting fucked was no longer something that required ruthless plotting. She could stop the first ten people she meet, check their ScanTat to confirm they were AAFS, age appropriate for sex, and bang away. All the hockey players were over 18. She had filed all the paper work with the college The Admissions office had even filmed it. At over 35K officially logged masturbation events it was the most popular recruitment vid that month. Caroline mentally filed the pregnancy idea away, wondering if she shouldn't pull an ass train for the hockey team before she got pregnant, so she'd have a baseline for comparison. She made a second mental note to ask Marissa where to find the forms. Rob found the idea of a pregnant sister intriguing. He imagined Caroline beneath him, his arms hooked behind her knees, his weight pressing her legs down to her sides, his cock deep in her ass while he sucked the warm rich milk out of her tits. Fuck, just thinking about it had him close to cumming all over the kitchen floor. He pushed the chair back and stood up. His cock needed some attention. "You want to finish mom, sis? You ladies can get into a 69 and I'll fuck you in the ass while you eat mom's pussy. What do you think?" "Fuck yeah," a voice groaned outside the open window. Robert threw his neighbor a smile, wondering if she'd like him to come over and let her suck his dick clean after he was done with his sister and mother. The old lady knew tricks with her mouth he couldn't begin to explain to his sister. He didn't get into fucking her, though his dad said she had as many tricks on her back as on her knees. "Whatever you kids want is fine by me," their mother chirped in reply. "And what about what I want? Do I have any say in this matter?" "Daddy," Caroline squealed and leapt off the table to throw her arms around her father. "We thought you had to work late tonight." "I do," her father replied as her face sagged at the thought. "Goddamn old Higgins wants practically an entire re-write of the contract and not one of the damn revisions will change anything to any substantive degree. It's total bullshit." He shrugged. "I remembered how my old man said never to forget to make time for your family, to never forget the family that eats together stays together." He unconsciously pulled at his cock, a fond smile on his face as he remembered his old man. He threw a glare at his family, a glare none of them believed was real. "So, what do I find, after racing home, the train was an unholy nightmare by the way. I forgot the Church's 'Love your sister and brother' weekend was today. I've never seen so many priests, nuns, and laity fucking in any one place. You know I'm far from a prude but the train is for commuters, they really ought to have made do with the orgy cars. I had to stand the whole way home, forty-five minutes hanging on to the strap for dear life as my feet slipped around in puddles of jizz. I think I'll write the LIRR about this." He shook his head. "Anyway, I race home to spend time with my family only to discover you can't be bothered to wait for me." Robert rolled his eyes at this father's dramatics. For a mostly straight guy he was such a drama queen. Fuck. His mom and sister fell over themselves with explanations and apologies that all involved knew were bullshit. His dad had told them he'd not be home for dinner but would try to make it home in time for at least a quick suck or fuck before he had to hit the sleeping sack. Of course the ladies insisted they were happy to do whatever it was George, as head of the house, wanted to do. No one bothered to ask Robert, a fact he noted as typical. They were totally killing the buzz. He was about to ask Mrs. Banard if she want to suck him off while she rode her cane but his dad's voice interrupted him. He listened with growing incredulity. "I was thinking we should try something a little different tonight. It never hurts to try a new seasoning or spice once in awhile, not if you ask me anyway. I was thinking it was time for Rob to experience his mother's very talent nether region. Maybe a DP, Martha? Except this time with my cock in your cunt and Rob's in your ass?" Robert was already nodding enthusiastic agreement when Caroline chirped up with her hated whine. "But daddy what about me?" "Your mother can eat your pussy Caroline." "No she won't. She'll be all bouncy and squealy having fun with two cocks while I'm expected to make do with my fingers. It's not fair, daddy. It just isn't and you know it." Robert wanted to climb off the table, bend his sister over it and fuck her until not only couldn't she stand, but couldn't talk either. "Fine, fine. I'll eat your pussy. So, let's see. I'll be on my back, mom riding my cock, you sitting on my face and Rob fucking his mom in the ass. That alright?" They all nodded but Caroline. "What the fuck now," Robert wondered. "I love the way you eat my pussy daddy but I want a cock tonight." Through the open window Robert watched Mrs. Banard roll her eyes in a mixture of amusement and irritation as his sister continued. "I was hoping you'd fuck me in the ass. I'm ready. I know Robbie isn't as big as you but I'm ready." Robert jerked his head toward his sister. His mom covered her mouth with one hand. That was so not true. That was total bullshit. How the fuck did his dad stand there nodding his head? Robert was a good inch longer than his dad and at least that much bigger around. His sister had nothing to worry about. It was his mom who needed to wonder if she was ready for Robert's cock. "Oh, for Pete's sake Caroline, must you always have your way?" His father huffed and then proceeded, as Robert knew he would, to giving in. "Fine. Rob gets his mother's ass and I get yours. I still have work to do can we get on with it?" "Dear?" His father dropped his head into one hand at the sound of his wife's voice. "Yes, Martha?" "I was hoping to watch you fuck Caroline in the ass. You know I missed her first blowjob. I was away for work. I still don't understand why the two of you couldn't have waited a day or two but I've put that behind me now." "Not hardly," Robert thought, "you bring it up at least twice a week." He was twenty but even a twenty-year-old's cock can grow disinterested. Robert stroked his cock, wiped a dollop of precum onto his hand and licked it clean. "You guys do whatever you like. I'm outta here. You want some company Miz B?" "Well sure, dear. Anytime." "No sir," his dad snapped. He turned toward the window. "Sorry, Mabel but I want Rob to spend some time with his family. That was the point." "No need to apologize, George. I quite understand." Their neighbor smiled through the window. "Besides, I came a few iterations ago. I think I'll head back home. I'm famished. Tata." She started to go but stopped. "If you don't mind the intrusion, might I offer a suggestion?" She didn't wait for an answer. Older women are big on rhetorical questions. "I suggest Martha, you lie on your back and have darling Caroline kneel above you. She can help hold your legs up. The pert little ass of yours, how I envy you your youth, will be in just the right position for your son's impressive cock. And you, Martha, you will have a perfect view of your husband's cock fucking your daughter in the ass. His balls with slap against her twat and pull fine strands of her wetness, like spun glass, from her pussy. You'll see how a cock in the ass bulges into a woman's cunt, see his shiny wet cock slide out. And don't forget even if he cums deep in your daughter's ass, it will flow down her slit and into your hungry mouth. If, perchance such is not your bag, your kink I think the youngsters say, send Caroline over to my house. I'd like nothing better than to clean a young lady up after a good fatherly fucking." She shrugged. "Anyway, just a suggestion. Take it or leave it. Night all, unless one of you has a mind to keep an old lady warm tonight." "That old gal still has everything on the ball," George muttered. "Alright everyone, you heard her. Let's go." His wife lay down on her back. She didn't need any help getting her legs up. "Wait until Robbie is in my ass. I think that will be easiest." Robert eyed his mom's soaking slit. His spit and her juices had covered her ass. Her dark pucker glistened. He put two fingers into his mom's cunt to wet them and then pressed one into her ass. It went easily. He put in a second and then a third. He shuffled forward. He had one knee on the tabletop, the other foot rested on the seat of one of the dining chairs. He bent his knee and rubbed the head of his cock up and down his mom's slit, lubricating his cock. He pressed the head of his cock against her rosebud. There was a moment of resistance and then her sphincter relaxed. He continued to apply pressure until his hips bumped against the back of his mother's legs and his ball sack rested on the cold tabletop. His mom's ass was tighter than his sister's. He began to fuck her. His sister knelt, with her knees along her mother's sides. Her face was near Robert's. He rolled his eyes at her, letting her know he knew she was a pain in the ass, then he put a hand behind her head and shoved his tongue into her mouth. He knew he would fuck her, hard, in the ass before they slept. She knew it, too, and her tongue played with his. She pulled her hips forward and her mother's mouth cover her asshole. Her mother moistened her for her husband's cock. Caroline arched her back and brought her ass up. George was taller than his son. He was able to keep one foot on the floor and one on the seat of a chair and was still tall enough to reach his daughter's cunt and ass. He bent at the waist and buried his face in her ass. His tongue dug at her cunt as his nose pressed into her rosebud. He moved to her ass and pushed his tongue inside her. He wasn't worried about hurting her. He knew her brother had trained his big sister's ass well. He pushed the head of his cock into her cunt, acquiring a last little bit of natural lube, pulled out, spread her ass with both hands, rested the head of his cock against her hole, and pushed. As he expected, he entered easily. He'd make up in vigor for what he lacked in girth. "Oh fuck yeah, daddy, fuck your little girl's ass." She tightened her muscles. "Am I tight enough daddy? I'm naughty for not saving my ass cherry for you. You should spank me daddy. Spank me hard." He agreed and lay a ringing flat-handed slap across her jiggling ass cheek. "That's right, daddy, spank me. I deserve it." Slap after slap rang out. Robert found himself fucking his mother's ass in time to the slaps. His sister's ass cheek was fiery red, still she asked for more. She seemed to be getting off on it. He had a vision of lying across his mom's lap while she applied a doubled-over belt to his ass. He began to fuck her harder. "Um, that's right Robbie, fuck mommy's tight ass for her," she growled. "Fuck hard, like your father." She pushed the fingers of one hand into her pussy. Robert could feel her fingers pressing against his cock from inside her pussy. The fingers of her other hand twirled circles around her clit. She began to raise her hips to meet her son's thrusts. "You like that mom? You like your son fucking your ass? 'Cause I do. I like fucking your ass, mom. I love it. I'm going to shoot a load of sperm in your ass, mom, deep in your ass. Picturing all those lost little sperm looking for an egg they'll never find. They need an egg don't they mom? Don't they? You might like my cum in your ass but it has another purpose doesn't it? You know what I'm going to do with my sperm mom?" Martha continued to rub her clit. She didn't answer. Her lower lip was caught between her teeth. Her eyes were closed. Above her forehead, her husband's cock was moving in and out of their daughter's ass but she was no longer watching. She was focused on her own ass. The feel of her son's cock forcing its way inside her guts. He was so much bigger than his father. "I'll tell you what I'm going to do with my sperm," Robert grunted. "I'm. Going. To. Give. It. To. Caroline. I'm. Going. To. Drink. From. Her. Tits." Each word was bitten off and punctuated by the sound of his body slamming into his mother's quivering ass. His mom's eyes flew open. She stared. Caroline was holding her lips open with one hand so her mother could see her father's cock sliding into her ass, see the bulge of it through her cunt. Family Dinner Caroline's eyes locked with her brother's. Was he serious? She saw in his eyes that he was. "Fuck, mommy, eat my pussy please. I'm so close. Eat me. Daddy fuck me. I want to feel you cum in my ass. Please." They complied. Her mother's mouth closed over her clit just as her son's cock and his words drew forth her orgasm. She screamed around her daughter's clit and the vibration brought her daughter's orgasm to a head. As her pussy and ass spasmed, her father pushed deep into his daughter's ass and ejected jet after jet of cum into her bowels. He pulled out and let the head of his cock fall into his wife's waiting mouth. Robert closed the circle. As the last of his mom's cries faded, the only sound was that of his body smacking into hers. "Oh fuck, mom, here it cums you want it in your ass or on your belly?" "Belly." Robert wasn't sure if his mom spoke or his sister but he pulled his cock from his mom's ass and began to jerk it with his right hand. His cum sprayed over his mom's belly as well as his sister's belly and tits. He was always a big shooter. Who isn't at twenty? But this was an impressive display. His sister's chest was covered in cum. It dripped off her right tit. She began to rub it in circles on her belly and tits. She moved back and leaned over her mother's belly and took her brother's still rigid prick into her mouth. As she did, she envisioned a day in the future, nineteen years from now. She'd be thirty-seven or eight, Robbie thirty-nine or forty. Robbie forty? Impossible but it would be true. Their son would be leaning back against this very table and she would be giving him his first blowjob, the traditional gift of a mother to her son when he came of age. His father would watch, as he fucked her in the ass, the traditional gift of a husband to his wife when their son came of age. She hoped her parents would still be alive to watch.