0 comments/ 232887 views/ 165 favorites Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest By: Surt Copyright © 2010, Surt, ALL Rights Reserved. Everyone having sex is of the legal age; there is no underage sex, nothing illegal happens with anyone underage. Feedback is always appreciated. The Celebrity Templates are: Amanda Bynes is Regina Cestin Kirsten Davis is Claire Cestin Ming-Na is Jenny Thompson Madeline Zima is Vivian Keentucker Susan Sarandon is Miss Bolovey Brenda Song is Soyo Bucks *** Year 20XX Moving is always difficult: having to start over in a new town, getting to know new people, having to make new friends, all daunting tasks, something Regina could not get out of her mind as she looked outside her car window. Her father had got himself a new job in a newly-constructed town. They had arrived from Maryland to California via plane and on-arrival they were given a new company car. Regina, along with her family, The Cestins, had been packed into this compact car and were on-route to their new home. Seated in the back of the car was the aforementioned, recently-turned-eighteen, Regina Cestin, a deceptively tall 5'8 teen girl; with a toned figure; lightly tanned, radiant skin; blond hair; green-eyes; pert, youthful breasts, and a firm, round, well-toned ass. She used to be a fun-living, chipper kinda girl, but all that changed when her looks started coming in; she became more cynical and self-obsessed, always suspecting that every guy she met wanted her for her body. She was wearing a designer pink t-shirt that accentuated her well-developed breasts, along with tight black jeans and flat shoes. She spoke in an understated husky tone. Seated next to her was her sixteen-year-old brother, Tommy: a kid with medium-length dark hair, along with a black shirt and black pants. He was busy typing away on his BlackBerry, not really taking any notice of what was going on around him. "Hey Tommy, how you like the neighbourhood?" asked his father, the man steering the wheel. "Umm, meh~." "He doesn't care," translated Regina. "He should, it's beautiful outside." The windows were slightly tinted, so all they saw was a stream of identical palm trees. The father of the family, Mathew Cestin -- 43, dyed black hair, around 5'8, 210 pounds, wearing a tight red polo shirt -- was clearly enthusiastic about this move. Seated next to Matthew was his beautiful wife of twenty-three years and the mother of his two children: Claire Cestin. Even in her mid-forties she was still a very desirable woman. She had long delicate black hair, a trim 5'6 figure, wearing a flowery summer dress with heels. She had been suspiciously quiet the whole day. "Come on everyone; be excited, it's like a whole new adventure! This is going to be great! I can feel it!" Matthew's family ignored what he had said: Regina was looking out the window, Tommy was busy with his BlackBerry and Claire began retouching her make-up. Matthew looked over at his daughter. "So, umm, Regina: how do you feel about spending another year in high school?" Due to the unique ruling of the town, every eighteen-year-old had to spend one extra year in high school. "Sucks, it fucking sucks." "Hey mind your language, young lady." "Hmph, like that matters," quipped Claire. "Well, either way, you'll have to go visit that school; you go do that as soon as we get to the new home, ok?" "Fine, Dad. Doesn't Tommy have to go too?" "No, just you." Tommy smirked in response. "Shut it, Tommy! You're gonna have to spend that extra year in high school too." He looked up from his BlackBerry, shrugged, and went back to typing. He didn't care. Regina leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms. "Well, Dad, can you at least tell me the name of this school?" "Kay Parker High School." "Kay Parker High School?" "Yep, you go straight ahead and make a twenty minute walk from our new home, you won't miss it, it's pretty big; it has two large cones on the roof of the building." "Huh, Kay Parker High School, wonder who they named that after." *** By the time Regina and her family had arrived it was mid-afternoon. Regina opened the car door, stepped out and was immediately taken aback at her new surroundings. The houses looked like they were right from a production line, they all looked amazingly manufactured. Each built the same: detached, four bedrooms, one garage, some distinguished by their colouring. They had all the trimmings too, with picket fences, neatly cut lawns, porches and mailboxes. The weather was sunny with a gentle breeze, everybody had broad smiles on their faces, waving, laughing with each other, all looking so friendly: this, without a doubt, was the perfect image of suburbia. "Ah! Isn't it great, kids?" asked Matthew. "It's...weird," remarked Regina. Tommy looked around for a bit, but quickly went back to his BlackBerry. He didn't care. "Well I think you kids will grow to love this place, just you wait." "Yeah, whatever, Dad." "So, you think you'll be fine with going to the school by yourself?" "I'll survive," she replied sarcastically. She crossed her arms, and with a sour look on her face, strolled down the street. She was taking in her new surroundings, feeling like she had stumbled into an alien environment. Being from the city, Regina was not used to seeing this amount of friendliness -- it slightly unnerved her. After she had walked a few metres away from her new home, she heard a man shout out to her. "Well, well, what's eating you ol sourpuss?" She turned around to see a bald, very sun-tanned, middle-aged man pruning his bush. He was of average height, wearing a simple grey shirt and dark pants. He smiled at her and spoke in a soothing low-tempo voice. "You look like you just swallowed a melon, you new here?" She looked around, had a little snarl on her face and replied, "Yeah, what's it to you?" "Oh I'm just being friendly, the name's Ned, everyone calls me Neighbour Ned, catchy huh?" "...I'm Regina," she said quickly. "Pleased to meet you, Regina. I notice you walk with your arms crossed, pretty defensive, must be the kinda person that don't really like, well, people I suppose." She looked down at the ground and nudged her shoulders. "Well, Regina, you don't have to worry about a single person here ever hurting you, this is a very peaceful place, nothing bad will ever happen to you here -- I can promise you that." Regina was intrigued. "How do you know?" she asked. "I just know. I think you'll like it here, give it a chance." She gave him a little smile, gave a slight nod, and kept on walking. As she continued her walk towards the school, she saw a woman taking her shopping bags out her car, with the woman's two kids there, running around her. "Come on kids, not even a little help for your mom?" The two little kids, one boy and one girl, ignored their mother's request and playfully ran into their house. Regina looked at the woman, sighed, uncrossed her arms and went to go help her. "I got this," muttered Regina as she took a heavy brown grocery bag from the woman. "Thank you so much," she replied gratefully. The woman was a good-looking, elegant, forty-something Asian-American woman with medium-length, soft brown hair, brown eyes, and a very fine, tasty petite figure. She was wearing a white dress shirt and black trousers. Regina helped the woman unload her bags onto the front step of her house. She gave her a grateful smile, wiped the sweat of her brow, and put out her hand, "Hi, I'm Jenny. I'm pretty sure I've not seen you around, so you new?" She shook her hand, "Uh, yeah, I'm Regina, me and my family, we just moved in." "Is that so? Well, I can tell that you will fit in just fine; you're such a sweet girl. Thanks for the help, you or your family need anything, you let me know, ok?" "Sure." Jenny rubbed Regina's shoulder, smiled, and went back into her home. Regina was pleasantly surprised at the warm welcome she had received from the locals. It gave her a good feeling about the town... *** A little while later, Regina had found Kay Parker High School. It was a big white modern building with four floors, and like her father had said, two large cones on the roof of the building. She followed the sign-posts and found herself in line with all the other students, organised in single-file, waiting to speak with the principal. It was not a long queue, only ten or so students in front of her, but the amount of time they spent in the room varied from person-to-person. Eventually, it was Regina's turn; she entered the office and sat on the cushioned chair. The principal-- a mid-thirties, tall, goateed, suit-wearing Latino man -- was sitting on the edge of the desk, looking down at Regina. "Hello, I'm Principal Sanchez, so glad to have you here at our school," he spoke in a professional, welcoming tone. "Umm, glad to be here," she mumbled. "This school houses over seven-hundred students; we have the best facilities imaginable, with state-of-the-art equipment and some really excellent world-class teaching. I'm sure your educational experience here at Kay Parker High School will be a very fulfilling one." Regina was not sure how to respond, so she just nodded. "So, umm, let's get down to business," he picked up a file and looked through it, "so, umm, Regina Cestin, how you finding this town?" "It's good, I like it." "Great, good to know, good to know, sooo, you're a late starter, yes?" "I think so." "Ok, that won't be a problem, no problem at all, sooo, let's see what class you'll be going in," he flicked through the file with a puzzled expression, "hmm, seems to be a little mix-up, you know how all eighteen-year-olds have to come to this high school for an additional year, we call it our Above-Senior program, but, hmm, it says you're in that class despite being seventeen." "That's not right," she stood up and looked at the form, "ah, there's the problem, the year on my date of birth is wrong, it should be one year below that." "So...that makes you eighteen?" "Yup." The mood in the room immediately changed as soon as she confirmed her age. "Eighteen, you sure?" "Umm, yeah," she awkwardly giggled, "I'm pretty sure." The principal cleared his throat and unbuttoned his top button, "You, really, really sure?" "Uh yeah, I'm very sure." There was a momentary silence as Principal Sanchez calmly took his suit jacket off and laid it out on the table. He looked her in the eyes and said, "So, Regina, you wanna, you know, just... hang out a little?" "W-what do you mean?" His way of speaking had completely changed, his professional manner had disappeared. "You know, hang, chill out, you know, go somewhere, just hang, just hang." "Wait, are you? Are you hitting on me!?" "Pfft! Is it that obvious? Oh come on! Can you blame me? I mean, damn girl! You're smoking hot! Your rack is insane." "Eww! Oh my god, oh my god, that's so disgusting. You're old enough to be my dad!" "Oh really, what a lucky man." "What!?" Regina turned around, stormed towards the door, flung it wide open, and walked away in total disgust. "Oh shit, classes start Monday! Monday!" he shouted as she left. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, I fucked that up." He sat back down on his chair, grabbed the nearby office phone and made a call. "Yes, hello, I want to ask about a female Above-Senior student named Regina Cestin, I would like to know if she attended orientation or not...ok...she didn't? How'd that happen? You don't know!? Well because of you, we now got a girl running around this town with absolutely no idea what's going on." *** It was early-evening. Regina, with her arms firmly crossed, was walking back home, feeling confused. She couldn't understand how her principal could brazenly flirt with her the way that he did. She wondered if it was even legal for him to hit-on her like that, but she quickly figured out she was legal herself. "Just like all the others, just like all the others," she muttered to herself. As Regina continued her journey back home, she saw a familiar face walking towards her: it was Jenny, the mom from earlier; she was wearing some light make-up, heels, and a beige trench coat. She stopped to ask Regina something. "Oh hey! Regina isn't it? Thanks so much for earlier." "It's fine --" "So sorry to rush you Honey, I got an office party to go to, you mind if I get your opinion on something?" "That's ok." "Great, thanks," Jenny hurryingly untied her coat, opened it up and showed Regina what she was wearing. Underneath the coat, Jenny was wearing a black lacy bra, matching frilly panties, stockings and suspenders -- that was not what Regina was expecting; to say that she was stunned would be an understatement. "Oh don't keep me waiting! Tell me what you think." Regina could not muster any words in response -- she was left utterly speechless. Without thinking, she ran past Jenny, feeling totally confused. "Hey, you ok? You ok!?" shouted Jenny as she watched Regina run. Jenny then shrugged, tied her coat up, and went to whatever place she was going to that night. *** Regina could not even get her head around what had happened: her neighbour had flashed her underwear to her. Possible reasons why were running through her mind, but she could not figure it out. "What the fuck, what the fuck!?" she muttered to herself. Regina was almost home when she saw Neighbour Ned brushing his footpath. "Hello again, how was the school?" She replied with silence. "Hmm, what's the matter? You look troubled, you doing ok?" "I-I don't know." "Well, whatever problem you have, you can tell me." "I don't think I should." "Go on, please, I promise it will make you feel better." She took a deep breath and spoke quickly: "Well, it's, god, I don't know. Ok, you know Jenny right? I was walking home and she flashed me. Like, oh my god, she showed me her underwear, like, why? I don't get it, that was so weird, and before, my principal turned so weird too, when he found out I was eighteen, he hit on me --" "Whoa hold it," he interrupted, "you're eighteen?" "Yeah, so anyway, he hit on me --" "Get in that bedroom you stupid little cunt." "E-Excuse me!?" Ned dropped his broom on the ground. His expression had turned darker, sourer. He spoke in a deeper, commanding tone. "You, bedroom, naked, two minutes, no, one minute, no excuses, those tits: my face, that ass: my property, that pussy: I'm breaking it. I will make you my little bitch." Regina looked at him in stunned silence. She was frozen, her legs would not move. Ned shook his head and suddenly reverted back to his friendly demeanour. "Oh I'm so sorry, did I shock you? I'm a dominant lover you see, I act like that when I'm aroused. I won't hurt you in any way or make you do anything you don't want to do, but I assure you intercourse with me will be a rough and enjoyable experience." She backed away, slowly, from the deranged Neighbour Ned. "Oh, another time? That's fine; I'll be here anytime you want," he picked up his broom and went on sweeping like nothing had happened. She stared at him for a second, completely perplexed. She then turned around and sped away as fast as she could. Just one thought was in her mind: "What the fuck is going on?" *** After all the weirdness she had been through, Regina was relieved to be with her family in her new home. She went up the front step, turned the unlocked handle and entered inside. "Mom? Dad? You won't believe what just happened to me." Her mom and dad were nowhere to be found, but then suddenly, Regina heard whispers coming from upstairs. "Why is she so early, Matt?" "I don't know, school should've lasted much longer." "Well we ready so let's go, let's go!" Her parents came down the stairs, both wearing dark blue bathrobes. "Hello Regina," said her father with a sly smile. "Mom, Dad, this town is weird! So much stuff happened to me --" "Hush Baby," said her mother in a seductive tone, "no need to worry about all that." "Mom! Listen! That old man on the street said he wanted to fuck me! Fuck me! Your daughter!" Both parents gave knowing glances to each other, smiled, and then looked at their daughter. "He was just being friendly." "Mom!? Did you not hear me?" "We did," replied her father. "Regina, this town is...different, but not in a bad way, in a good way, you must have noticed that, but right now, that's not important. You're legal and ready, this will be fun, we promise." Both parents untied their bathrobes and let them slip to the ground. Regina immediately looked away, only getting brief glimpses of her mother's well-toned body and her father's surprisingly large member. "W-What're you doing!?" she shirked. "Holy fuck! What the fuck is all this!?" "Don't you understand yet?" asked her father. "This whole place is built on 'Free Love', sex between all, and we are inviting you into the bedroom with us." "And don't worry about your brother," added Claire, "he has no idea what's going on around him, he's been in his room all day, he can't even hear us, which is great because, Regina baby, I will have you screaming!" Regina Cestin's world had been turned upside down. The people she thought were her parents had turned into completely different people. It was like they had been brainwashed, she couldn't believe that those same people were her parents. "I-I don't understand," she looked into the corner, found the stairs and ran for them, "I don't understand!" She ran up the staircase, got to the second floor, found the door with her name on it, rushed in and locked it. Regina knew at that point that she had not moved to a simple newly-developed town in California, no, the truth was that she was far, far away from California. Her and her family had moved to a secret, secluded, man-made island in the south pacific. It was not a tiny island; it was large, estimated to be around the size of Arizona. The inhabitants of this place, this nation, practiced what they liked to refer to as 'Free Love': sex between all (legal), freely, peacefully and easily. This place is Tabootopia -- The Forbidden Heaven! *** Two days later... It was Monday, Regina's first day of school. She had been practically locked up in her bedroom the whole weekend, getting her food delivered through the door and only making occasional quick trips out her room. She hadn't spoken to her parents since they'd tried to invite her into their bedroom, something that shocked Regina to the core. Sex with her parents? That was something that disgusted her. But, even after all she'd been through -- from being hit-on by her principal, flashed by her neighbour, told to be a bitch by the old man who lives down the road, and finally, propositioned by her very own parents -- Regina was coping remarkably well. She had not crumbled; she was not going to wallow in her bedroom. She was going to go to school. She got dressed, wore a navy blue shirt, red plaid skirt, flat shoes, found her bookbag, went downstairs, grabbed some odd-looking money, avoided her parents, and went onward to Kay Parker High School. Regina's parents -- still in their bathrobes -- were eating breakfast. "...I think she's still mad," noted Claire. "She wouldn't have come here with us if she couldn't cope," stated Matthew. "She'll come around..." *** Homeroom Regina was seated in her allocated classroom with all the other Above-Senior students, waiting for their homeroom teacher to arrive. By all accounts, this seemed like a normal, everyday classroom. Regina felt uncomfortable; she didn't like being the new girl in class, especially in a place as unfamiliar as Tabootopia. As she continued to wait, Regina noticed that the girl sitting next to her was sneaking glances. Regina looked back, the girl looked away, blushed, and then finally plucked up the courage to introduce herself. Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 02 Copyright © 2009, Surt, ALL Rights Reserved. There is no need to read 'Tabootopia -- A Nation of Incest Ch.01', as everything relevant to this story is explained at the start. Anyone involved with anything sexual in this story is eighteen or over. Feedback is always appreciated and replied to. Thanks for reading and enjoy. The Celebrity Templates are: Amanda Bynes is Regina Cestin Simona Halep (pre-breast reduction) is Paula 'Ms. Everest' Dragomir Bebe Neuwirth is Ruth Vanderbosch Denise Welch is Sally Jill Halfpenny is Mandy Erin Sanders is Kelly *** For first-time and long-time readers, here are some things you may need to know. Tabootopia -- it is what its name suggests: a utopia of taboo. Founded almost 100 years ago, this island, which is almost completely man-made, has been occupied by those who believe in 'Free Love': sex between all (legal), freely, peacefully and easily. This Arizona-sized island is highly secluded and not accessible by normal means, all that is known about its location is that it's somewhere in The South Pacific. With over six million residents -- and growing -- this nation of incest is flourishing in obscurity. Tabootopia is broken up into five sectors; this chapter is set in the suburban district of Tabootopia: Our Haven. Kay Parker High School: A high school in Our Haven. Tabootopia has a unique ruling that makes all eighteen-year-olds spend one additional year in high school; it is known as The Above-Senior Program. There is a good reason for this, as it lets these teenagers relive their high school days "the right way"; meaning lots of (legal) sex and debauchery in a school environment. Kay Parker High has franchised itself by selling DVD's of its female Above-Senior student's antics within the changing rooms/shower rooms and other places where sexual situations would arise. The school also has a highly-rated weekly television show titled 'Inside Kay Parker High', an hour-long compilation of the best sex that has happened within that week. *** "Harder, harder, harder!" squealed the female voice, "slap my ass, slap it! Oh yeah baby! Fuck me, fuck me hard! I'm your bitch; I'm your dirty, dirty bitch!" Daniel Nova didn't have an alarm clock, he didn't need it, what woke him up every morning was the high-pitched moans and groans of his neighbour Trisha. Daniel, sufficiently awake after hearing Trisha's siren song, got up and made the short walk to the bathroom. He lived in a small dormitory, only having a tiny bathroom and a medium-sized bedroom, though he did get all the fittings, such as a modest high-def television, a computer and a shower just about big enough for two. The building was 30-storeys high and 20-meters long with a modern-chic design. This was the dorm for Kay Parker High students that had been invited to Tabootopia -- alone. Daniel Nova, born to a Mexican father and a Caucasian mother, was a 5'7, 135 pound, eighteen-year-old teenager originally from Wyoming, U.S.A. He had a lightly-tanned complexion, short dark hair, brown eyes, clean shaven, and a lean, solid build; He was fairly unremarkable in terms of his looks; not a bad looking guy but not a face you would remember. His upbringing reflected his appearance: he was raised by an average, normal family; both his parents were together, he had one brother that was older and was on-course to going to a decent college, which would've led him to get a decent job, which would've paid him a good, but not great, salary. But, underneath this seemingly normal story was a minor, but torrid, twist: Daniel had a fascination with incest and taboo (though it should be said for the record that this only came to light when he was 18.) During the summer, Tabootopia recruits noticed a high amount of internet traffic coming from the Nova household. They saw Daniel's pictures, homemade captions, short-stories and discussions about incest/taboo materiel, but there was one incident that solidified their decision... *** "Stop it! You're making me blush! Stop! You can't really mean that." "No I do. I think you're really pretty, you know, good-looking." "Stop! Don't say that, I'm your cousin! Don't be silly." Daniel Nova was at a family function, behind the house of his aunt and uncle, flirting with his first-cousin Teresa. She was a cute, brunette, petite, barely-legal Latina teen girl with a cropped hairstyle, olive skin, big beautiful brown eyes, perky breasts, small hips and a derriere that was just beginning to blossom into a round, firm delicious Latina peach. She was wearing a pink shirt, black skirt and leggings while Daniel wore a dark jacket and blue jeans. He was leaning against the wall, inching himself closer and closer to his forbidden prize. "I know you're my cousin," he said in his mellow voice, "it's just that I find you to be ...attractive." She giggled nervously. "Come on, that's wrong, me and you have known each other our whole lives, we been raised together, we're like brother and sister." Incest-fiend Daniel found that comparison to be a turn-on. "B-But we flirt all the time," he mumbled. "What!? We so do not flirt! That's just the way I am. Look: I think you're a good guy, you're nice, you're fun to hang out with, don't ruin it all by getting all weird with me. Besides, you know what my mama said when we all went on vacation and you saw me in my swimsuit: she said if you touch me, you go to hell!" "You can't take that seriously, we were ele --" "You know what I mean!" she interrupted, "we family, if you think of me like that, that's wrong. They have a word for that: in, inmess." "Incest?" "That's right Daniel: it would be insects!" Daniel knew he was beaten. His cousin was a bona-fide hottie, he wasn't in her league. Being seen as her 'brother' meant he had even less of a chance with her, so he took his opportunity when he saw it. He lifted his head up, looked over her shoulder and made an expression that signalled that there was something behind her. She turned her head to look. "What? Is there something there?" When she saw that nothing was behind her, she turned around, and at just that moment, Daniel dove down and quickly planted a kiss on his cousin sister's lips. She quickly leaned out the kiss and looked at him in shock. "Daniel! Why? Oh my god! That's sick, how could you do that?" "I'm-I'm so sorry, it's just that, I don't know what came over me, please don't tell your mom, or my mom, or my dad, or anyone, please, I'm sorry, oh god," Daniel feigned remorse over his actions. "W-whatever, just stay away from me." She turned around and ran off, saddened that the brother-sister bond they had was shattered. Daniel went into a corner where no one would bother him; he sat and thought about his cousin's cheery-flavoured lips. Later on, after he had time to process what had happened, he did feel regret over his actions. He didn't regret kissing her but he did feel bad about hurting her. That was the price he paid for taking a bite out of his forbidden fruit. *** Tabootopia recruits were alerted to this incident when Daniel went to an incest website and posted the following thread title: "I kissed mah cousin sista!!" Among the number of people asking for "pics of that bitch" there was the acknowledgement of the recruits. They decided that this was someone that would flourish in Tabootopia -- but not as a part of a family unit. Daniel wouldn't have wanted his elderly parents there ruining the fun for him; the Tabootopia recruits were wise enough to know this. Like many he, alone, was invited to the sordid world of his dreams. A cover story was made: Daniel had mysteriously won a scholarship to a much-more prestigious college. He accepted, packed his bags, waved goodbye to his parents, hopped on a plane, and several hours later after landing, took part in his first-ever orgy (that being the induction that The Above-Senior students get when they first visit Kay Parker High.) It was three months since Daniel had moved to Tabootopia: Sector One -- Our Haven. He'd already had more fun (and action) in those three months than he had in his entire previous eighteen years. Unlike the vast majority of people, he actually looked forward to going to school. It was another sunny Tuesday morning in Our Haven. Daniel stepped out the shower, dried himself off, put his contacts on, grabbed some clothes; a dark t-shirt, beige slacks, put his white shoes on, grabbed his bookbag, his keys, stepped out the door, and made the short walk to Kay Parker High School. *** As Daniel wandered around the lavish lobby of the high-end high school, he noticed a large crowd gathered around the centre. Daniel took a look in and saw two of his friends, Brian, a 5'8, heavy built African-American, wearing a multi-coloured shirt with blue jeans, and Björn, a 5'5 blond, green-eyed, slim Swede, who wore a blue long-shirt and dark jeans. They had their eyes glued on the JumboTron, a huge wall-mounted television, which was located in the middle of the lobby. "Yo what's up D-Nova," greeted Brian in his deep voice. Daniel slapped hands with Brian. "Hey guys, you watch yesterday's Inside Kay Parker High?" "I loved it," remarked Björn in his Swedish accent. "I really wanted to see, umm, more, they had really, umm, intense lesbian sex. We must try to meet these, ahh, two girls; I think their names were Gina and Tammie." "Regina Cestin and Tammie Kwon," stated Brian. "Yo man, I been trying to get that Tammie for months, but that long-legged hunnie is so hard to track down! But oh lord, that Regina, that Regina: damn! She has such great tits! I so wanna suck on them! I wanna hit that...so hard it makes my eyes water. Heard she hanged with that Vivi chick the entire day, yo D-Nova, didn't you hit-on that Vivi?" "Yeah, we had one date. We went to dinner at this restaurant, and when we got there, like out of nowhere she went nuts. She started throwing her plates, her food, really acting out in public, like throwing a kiddy tantrum. I got why she did all that: she was role-playing. She demanded that I slap her on the 'tush' for being such a 'naughty girl.'" Björn grinned and nodded. "I-I wanna be with, umm, that Vivi too, get her, umm, undressed, slowly, stripping for me, dancing! Strip dance! Show me those cute nipples, play with them, not too much, umm yeah, then get her in a room and, umm, slap those rosy ass-cheeks all day, every day. Then I'll wash her, put cold water on that, umm, raw buttocks, then when she's all clean and nice, get her some cute pyjamas, ones with, umm, strawberries on them, give her a -- ...Ha, went, umm, overboard, ahh, a little..." Björn's friends had gotten used to his mildly psychotic rants, so they ignored it and continued on with their conversation. "So, D-Nova, please tell me you fucked that Vivi chick," asked Brian in a serious tone. "I did, but she was on the phone to her dad half the time we did it, saying things like 'Daddy should I hold it?' Doing stuff like breathing heavy into the phone, screaming his name out as she cummed. I'll admit that I liked it." Brian nodded in agreement, "Right, right, she got a pretty nice booty too?" "Yeah for sure...oh look," Daniel pointed to the large screen, "it's that hot Asian reporter." Björn rubbed his chin and said with a wide perverted grin, "Yes: Tasty Jenny Thompson." Jenny Thompson was an elegant, sexy, 40-something, Asian-American woman, with medium-length, soft brown hair; brown eyes, pert little breasts and a well-matured, petite, 5'4 figure. She was wearing a form-fitting dark suit, along with a white dress shirt and black trousers. Jenny spoke in deep, seductive tone, the kind of voice that would make a man explode with just one naughty whisper. She was holding a microphone and standing outside a house. "Yesterday, history was made when the In-Crowd's near-seven-year monopoly on Inside Kay Parker High's main-event was broken. Regina Cestin, a girl who had spent just four days in Our Haven, along with well-known prize hunter Tammie Kwon were the first non-In-Crowd pair to get the coveted main-event slot. I'm standing outside, live, in front of the In-Crowd's Paula Dragomir's house, waiting for a response." Daniel turned to his friends and said, "I'm a little confused on what exactly The In-Crowd is, what exactly are they again?" "The In-Crowd," replied Björn, "short for The Incest-Crowd, are, umm, a group of four Above-Senior girls that are considered to be the most popular in the entire school. We all watch the weekly Inside Kay Parker High sex show and we all know that every week at least one of the, umm, In-Crowd is in the main-event slot. They always go on last, right Brian?" "Yeah, been that way ever since they formed." "Yes, but now, umm, that's been broken by Regina and Tammie, which The In-Crowd must be pissed about because their all, umm, real bitches." "Quiet down, quiet down," interrupted Brian, "Here comes Ms. Everest -- and her peeks!" The 5'7, 130 pound, blond, sour-faced Paula Dragomir, more commonly referred to as her stage name 'Ms. Everest', was indeed famous for her peeks -- her 34DD titanic peeks. Being only eighteen and having breasts of that size made Paula an instant star in Tabootopia. She stepped out the house -- wearing a crowd-pleasing tight pink tank top and matching skirt -- stood on the front step and glared menacingly at Jenny. Jenny noticed something and pointed at her lips, letting Paula know there was something on her face. "Oh?" Paula wiped a white liquid of her lips, "I'm sorry; my little brother is such a spunker." "So, ahem, Paula--" "Please refer to me as Ms. Everest," she spoke in a squeaky Eastern-European accent. "Okay, Ms. Everest, what is your response over last night's episode of Inside Kay Parker High?" "Well of course, I am disappointed in the producers of the show. We all accept that The In-Crowd is the main focus. To take away from that is...a mistake." "What are your thoughts on Tammie Kwon and Regina Cestin?" "Well," Paula bit the tip of her thumb as she pondered her response, getting a good jiggle going in the process. "Tammie is a...specialist type of girl, a how you say, freak show, yes? Using the dildos and the strap-on, not feminine at all, not what the people want. And this Regina, who is she? Is she pretty? I never heard of her." "What a bitch," remarked Björn. "Yeah, she stone-cold," replied Brian, "but, damn! Look at her tits move as she talks. That's money right there." 'Ms. Everest' paused for a moment and then continued on: "Putting me second-to-last is honestly an insult. On the programme, I had erotic, sensual sex with my fit father. We had candles, wax, many instruments of pleasure. I don't understand how they could push us down to the second-to-last spot on Inside KPH. I find it to be very insulting." "Ms. Everest: I believe that was the fiftieth time you and your father had intercourse on the show, don't you think the producers thought the viewers would appreciate something different?" "No, not at all," she replied firmly, "...No." "Do you think this will affect you and The In-Crowd's sex scholarships to NBU?" (New Babylon University, located in Tabootopia's capital city New Babylon.) "No, I am quite sure this sort of thing will never happen again. I have an announcement: I want everyone to tune in next week to Inside KPH to watch me, Ms. Everest, and fellow In-Crowd member Felina have passionate lesbian sex. Yes; two of the In-Crowd having sex -- together. That will draw in the ratings...Anymore questions?" "Yes. Are you going to school today?" "No. Goodbye." Paula went into her home and shut the door. After Paula had entered inside, she could be heard shouting in Romanian. When translated, what she said was: "Peter you left cum on my face! I said clean when finished, clean! Dad, Dad what you want? I am not in the mood; you failed me and must be punished!" Jenny turned to the camera and smiled. "That's all for this newscast, we'll keep you updated with any new developments." The crowd started dispersing as the news drew to a close. The three guys started moving in the direction of their next class. Daniel took a big stretch as he walked. "Man! I'm pretty tired today. It's not that I hate coming here, but these nine 'o'clock starts are pretty brutal." "Fuck yeah!" replied Brian. "Living in a place where there's constant fucking, twenty four seven, non-stop, you expect me to be sleeping!? Sleep is something I don't do." Brian quickly realised the flaw in that statement and added, "I sleep during class." "I once, umm, overslept and decided to stay at home," said Björn. "You guys, umm, may not know this, but they have, ahh, daytime TV here in Tabootopia, it's all aimed at moms. The Channel 7 stuff had me glued on my seat; I stayed in and watched it for the, umm, whole day." "Oh yeah?" incest-buff Daniel was intrigued. "Yes, these two sexy mothers from England, umm, teach other mothers how to, umm, I guess the best way to say is, umm, to control their sons. The two English ladies have their real sons on the shows too; they all live together, two sons and two moms, very arousing stuff. I tape it now every day." "Sounds awesome. I really wanna see that show." *** Computer class "When it comes to saving internet porn, I got only one thing to say: folders. Folders. Folders. Folders. Saving your internet pornography into folders is key, the key to having a collection of pornography. How you organise these folders, into what categories, Tits, MILFS, Asian Girls, all that materiel I can't legally mention, how you categorise this pornography: that is up to you." The guys watched as Mr. Kāmukatā-- a middle-aged dark-haired Indian man, wearing a buttoned-up grey shirt with black trousers and black shoes -- gave a sermon to his students about the proper way to save internet porn. He spoke about his subject with the upmost seriousness he felt it deserved. "You! What're you doing!?" Mr. Kāmukatā pointed at a student that was 'scratching' himself as he watched a pornographic video. "Are you watching that in L.Q? Put that in H.Q!! Always H.Q, always! Respect the pornography!" The three guys were seated in the corner of the room, sitting next to one another, all with PC's, casually looking at internet porn. "Oh look I found an amateur interracial three-way," muttered Daniel. "Yo looking at porn in public feels so unnatural," said Brian, "I just wanna whip my thing out and do my business, you feel me?" "I, umm, understand what you're saying, but I'm not sure I want to 'feel you'," replied Björn. The guys chuckled at Björn's joke and then went back to surfing for porn. As Daniel hopped from one website to the next, a very intriguing pop-up appeared on screen. Daniel began to read it intently: "Hey all you mothers out there! You all wanna look hot for the boys, yeah? Well we got a service that will take you from Mother I'd Like to Fuck, to Mother I MUST fuck! We are a professional photography studio that takes high-quality pictures of you, the mothers of Tabootopia. These pictures are specifically geared for the pleasurement of your very own sons. They under-18? No worries! Take the pictures now, when you're in your youthful, sexual prime, and we will make sure your sons (or in some hot cases: daughters!) see those pictures in the most spectacular situation! Wanna know how we do that? We'll explain! We take the pictures You let us know when your son turns eighteen On the eve of his eighteenth birthday, we come over to your house, and put the pictures in places where the boy will find them! And not just that! For today's modern generation, we can put these pictures into digital form and e-mail them to him when he turns eighteen. Imagine his reaction when he opens his email and sees his hot ass mama in a thong! Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 02 What's that you say? You want to know how the pictures turn out? Well wonder no more because we have the answers! We cater the pictures to the tastes of your sons, take a look!" Daniel rolled down the screen and saw several posed pictures of various women. There was a picture of a brunette mom wearing a Ben 10 shirt and nothing else; a busty blond mom dressed as Power Girl; an African-American mom posing topless; a mature raven-haired mother covering her breasts and vagina with her son's football jersey and, finally, a redheaded mother with cake smeared all over her chest, wearing a party hat and kneeling down beneath a banner which read "Happy Birthday Timmy!" As Daniel continued to scroll down the screen, he saw even more writing: "THIS JUST IN! We have a new service! We will now TAPE you sexy mothers having sex! You tell us the location, and we'll make it happen. Oh, I hear some whispers. What's that you say? You can make your own sex tapes? Well can you cater to the boy's needs? Will you go through all that hassle of taping it, saving it on DVD, video and/or emailing it to him? Let us tell you what we can do: Sit down interview -- learning just what your son would like to see in a sex tape featuring his mother The right setting -- you want to create the feel of a seedy motel? We can do that! A lavish 5-star hotel? We can do that too! Any ideas? We WANT to hear them! Still not sold? STILL? Well read this testimonial!" A picture of a blond busty mom dressed as a cowgirl -- complete with chaps, a Stetson hat, a tiny coat and a peashooter -- appeared on screen. What she said proved to be very interesting: "Well I tell ya what, when my boy found out bout his old mama's 'embarrassing modelling past,' well he got a cucumber his pants bigger than you find in a jumbomart! We made love that night that tore the ol shack down! I say a boy can't get a better eighteenth birthday!" Daniel got to the end of the page and read the final paragraph: "Well we can't say anymore, now can we? If you're a mother here in Tabootopia, we got two words for you: do it! We got offices in Our Haven and New Babylon, contact us right away for any questions you may have... Doh! Oh how rude of us. All this writing, and we never told you our name! Oh my! Well, to close off, I'll tell you who we are, we are ETERNAL SNAPSHOT. Hope to hear from ya soon!" After Daniel had finished reading, he suddenly felt a cold chill run down his back. He turned around, looked through the door's rectangle window, and saw a suit-clad woman hovering around outside. She locked eyes with Daniel, moved to the side, and lightly tapped on the door. Mr. Kāmukatā opened the door, spoke quietly with the woman, turned around and said, "Daniel, this woman wants to talk to you." Brian slapped his friend on the back and grinned. "Yo you're getting some pussy, my brutha." Daniel gave him a meek smile, grabbed his bag and walked out the room. Though he was excited at getting picked by this woman, he also felt strangely nervous. He walked into the hallway and got a look at her. The first thing he noticed was her icy, dark, stare, examining him with an almost expressionless face. She was 5'6 with two-inch jet-black heels, had pearly white creamy skin, perfectly immaculate brown hair tied into a ponytail, with a petite, well-matured figure, wearing a stylish tight black suit jacket with a white shirt underneath, along with a snug-fitting long black skirt and black stockings. "Hello. I'm Ruth Vanderbosch." She spoke in a monotone voice. "H-hi, I'm Daniel." She didn't respond; she just looked at him, totally stone-faced. "Is, is there something you want from me Ma'am? Because I'm good with anything you want... from me." She took a step closer to Daniel, looked him right in the eyes, and then swiftly grabbed his dick with her left hand. "Whoa!" he gasped when he felt her cold sharp fingers fondling his private parts, getting erect as she twiddled her thumb around his dick. She was getting a good measure of her subject. "Hmm," she whispered to herself. "...that's just the size I'm looking for, unimposing, just at the right size for...yes." She released her grip, with her expression remaining the same. "Come. My house," she commanded. "R-right." She turned around and strode quickly to the exit. Daniel walked behind her and got a good look at her backside; he was quite surprised that a short, slim woman like her had such a round full-figured butt. She walked out the school, to her car and unlocked the front door. "Sit in the back." "Yeah, ok." In Tabootopia, it's ok to get in the cars of strange women. Daniel took his seat in the Range Rover as Ruth started the ignition. It was all going so fast; he had only just met her and was already in her car, going to her house. She put her seatbelt on and adjusted her front mirror. "There are some magazines there. You may masturbate to those as we make the drive; I find that boys your age can't keep it up as long." Daniel looked down and saw some crumpled up issues of Weekly Moaning and Weekly Incest. "Umm, I'll be ok." Though he had no desire to pleasure himself in the car, one issue of Weekly Incest did catch his eye: on the cover was Ms. Everest, she was topless, her melon-sized breasts held in her hands, her hair in a 80's-style perm, bright red lipstick applied, high amounts of blush on her cheeks, wearing tight pink panties with the letters 'I.C' emblazoned on the front. She was standing behind a neon-pink background and in-between what seemed to be a doorway. The headline read: "The Next BIG Thing? Two reasons why we love Ms. Everest." Ruth quickly backed her car out and drove out of Kay Parker High School. "Umm, Ma'am, may I ask where you live?" "Not far...Are you erect?" "Yes Ma'am..." "Do you need me to sign a form for taking you out of school?" "No Ma'am, the school is pretty lax about these type of things." "Right...any medical issues I need to know of?" "No Ma'am." Daniel had never met someone who was so formal about sex. "Good. Feel free to keep yourself aroused, but please don't touch me as I am driving. "Y-yes Ma'am..."Daniel kept his hands to himself and waited quietly as she drove him to her house. *** Twenty minutes later, they had reached Ruth's home. It was a yellow and black bungalow with a porch, freshly cut grass, trim hedges and one oak tree in the left corner. Ruth walked up the stone steps, opened the door and went inside. Daniel followed her in. "Shoes off," she said as soon as he entered inside her cosy, single-story, home. Daniel obliged and took his shoes off, Ruth did the same. "Take your clothes off, put them in the basket, sit on the couch." After giving her orders, Ruth strolled into the hallway and went into another room. Daniel approached the living-area, went towards the wooden table, and saw a straw basket and a neatly folded white towel. Daniel took all his clothes off, put them in the basket, and then sat on the plastic-covered crimson couch. To the right of him was a window, and to the far left was a dining table. He wondered who else lived with Ruth. A thought went into Daniel's mind as he sat there, naked in front of the television: he remembered what Björn told him about daytime Tabootopia TV. Daniel grabbed the remote, looked around, hit the switch and turned it to Channel 7. The show was coming back from commercial; there was two white British ladies sitting there, talking to each other in what seemed to a house setting. "Hiya, Sally and Mandy back with you." Sally, wearing a cleavage bearing cream dress, was a mature, 50-something, 5'5, spiky haired blond woman who had a permanent grin on her face, while Mandy, who wore a tight purple jumper and blue jeans, was in her mid-30's, 5'6, had long brown hair and proportionately large breasts. "Hiya, welcome back. Now, Mandy, you conducted a cheeky little experiment with our boys. It involved that Mother's Choice lingerie that's been all the rage recently; it's apparently been built just for mothers and increases their sexual appeal. We here at the show wanted to test how effective it actually is." "That's right Sally, we wanted to see how responsive the boys are to the lingerie. The test was to see if we could get them boys doing chores -- I'm sure many of you mums out there can relate to that one! So I went to go ask the boys, made sure to put me make-up on, got me best dress on, ya know, seeing if I can get their motor going: let's see how it went." They cut to a living room where two guys were laying about. One of them -- medium-length brown hair, medium-height, wearing a dark t-shirt, with matching cargo pants --was sitting on the couch. The other guy -- short blond hair, also of medium-height, wearing a red and black jumper with blue jeans -- was sitting on the floor. Mandy walked into the room wearing a form-fitting black strapy sun-dress with flat shoes and some light make-up. "Hello boys," she said in a seductive tone. "Boys, could you do me a big, big favour and please go clean your rooms for me...I'll be just ever so grateful." They both looked at her and quietly grunted. "Yeah, sure," mumbled the blond one. "Do it later," grumbled the brown haired son. Mandy folded her arms and left in a huff. They left the camera lingering on the two boys as Mandy provided a voiceover. "Now that didn't work out well did it? So let's see what happens when I take me kit-off and use the Mother's Choice." The boys were still in the same spots, still lounging around. Mandy walked in the room wearing just the lingerie. She wore a bright red lace-trim bra which had a little bow in the centre, along with a matching, tight thong which had a delicate lace trim finish and tiny ribbons on the sides. This time, the boys immediately stood to attention; they turned and looked at her with their mouths wide-open. "Boys, go clean those rooms," she said with a smirk. They stood up and rushed out the room, tripping over each other as they kept their gazes stuck on Mandy. After they had left, Mandy turned around and slapped her ample behind. "That's how a mother does it!" They cut back to the studio after the piece had finished. "Really interesting Mandy, very interesting. From what I seen, I think that lingerie really brought out your womanly, motherly, figure, don't you think?" "Aw I agree, no doubt, the bright colours and the like really do work well. I must say I was sceptical at first, but now I give Mother's Choice a proper thumbs-up." "Go on, tell me: you have a lil shag with the boys afterward?" asked Sally with a cheeky grin. "Only a quick one," she replied with a giggle, "one-after-the-other, you know those boys never like to share." "Oh that reminds me: Son, come down here!" The blond son walked into camera range; he was fully naked. "He always wants his blowjob at this time, excuse me," Sally pulled her dress off, revealing her wonderful large mature breasts, got on her knees and began casually sucking her son off. Daniel was mesmerised by what he was watching, but quickly switched it off when he heard the faint sound of footsteps. He sat there, calming his nerves, looking straight ahead. He turned around when he felt Ruth's presence behind her. He gasped at what he saw. Ruth was in her lingerie: a black, lacy designer bra which accentuated her round, delicate breasts, along with matching stockings, suspenders and the only piece of underwear appropriate for an ass as round and delicious as hers: a low-rise, slim-string thong. "Ready?" she calmly asked. "Umm, yep." She tilted her head down. "Hmm, sufficiently aroused I see...good. Stay there, I'll get on top." Daniel looked out the window. "Umm, Ma'am, you think it's ok if we do it right next to this window?" Ruth turned her head and rubbed her back. "I don't mind, I have no objection with them watching." "Yes Ma'am." Daniel sensed that Ruth had a little bit of an exhibitionist streak. Ruth grabbed a nearby condom and tossed it to Daniel. He tore it off and put it on. She then untied her thong to reveal her neatly shaven vagina. She got closer to Daniel and got prepared to insert herself in. "Put your hands where I can see them, no sudden moves." "Y-yes Ma'am." Daniel put his hands up and rested them on the couch cushions. She put her cold hands down on his legs, her knees on the couch, and inserted Daniel's cock inside her. "Ohhhhh," he quietly groaned. She closed her eyes and had a look of serene pleasure as she gently swivelled her hips around, bobbing her body on his member. "Slap my butt with your left hand, once." Daniel moved his arm and lightly smacked Ruth's left ass-cheek. "Good, now the other, don't cop a feel!" He nodded and followed her instructions, quickly slapping her delicious derrière with his right hand. "...Good." She looked into the distance as she continued to ride him. Daniel felt like he was being used for Ruth's sexual pleasure, almost like an object, but he didn't mind. As Ruth came close to her climax, she let out murmured groans, "Oh my, oh my." She pushed her hands down on his chest, put herself deeper, and reached her peek. "Hmmm," she said with her mouth closed. Daniel cummed when he felt her hands dig into his chest. He tried to be polite and hid his pleasure. Ruth took a few seconds to compose herself, and then, said with only the slightest hint of a smile, "You would make a fine son." She lightly tapped him on his cheek and took herself out of him. "Was that it?" was his initial thought, but he kept that to himself as he didn't want to be rude. Ruth put her thong back on, grabbed the towel and draped it on Daniel's crotch. "Don't want you making a mess." He wrapped the towel around his waist and asked, "So, umm, Ma'am, anything else you want from me?" She looked at him with a stern expression. "You're polite, a gentle lover, you take orders well and never take liberties when making love: you are just the type of boy I been looking for." "F-for what?" "You'll see soon enough." Just then, the front door was opened and in walked a teenage girl. She took her headphones off, turned her head and looked towards the couch area. "Mom, do you have to fuck this guy on the couch, right next to the window where everyone can see!? Are you trying to embarrass me!?" "Daniel, this is my daughter Kelly." Kelly Vanderbosch was a freshly-legal eighteen-year-old with a petite 5'2 frame; long, soft brown hair; creamy white milky skin, just like her mother's; piercing brown eyes and a cute mole just above her plucky little lips. She was wearing black-rimmed glasses, a black vest with a black coat over it, dark jeans, black flat-shoes, a sliver necklace and several bangles on her arms. "Mom! Don't introduce me to guys you fucked. That's fucked up." She spoke in a high-pitched American teen-girl voice. "Honey, did you have sex today?" "Mom!" shouted Kelly. "The question is relevant. Please respond." "N-no, no I did not have sex today, god! Why do you have to be such a freak, Mom?" "Honey, please listen: I brought this boy here," she pointed at Daniel, "I brought him here so he can take your virginity." Kelly's cheeks were bright-red. "Mom! You're humiliating me in front of this...guy! Why have you become such a freak since I turned eighteen? Fucking random guys, I mean, look at him, is he my age? God! I'd be freaked out if I was not so used to this weirdness." Ruth walked over to her daughter, held her shoulders and spoke reassuringly. "Honey, you've been legal for three weeks and not had sex, it's such a shame, you're growing into a woman, such a beautiful woman, in a place like this, you need sex to get-by, to fit in, and I assure you it's nothing but pleasurable here. Listen: don't do it for me, or him, do it for you." "Grr, why should I?" she said with a scowl. Ruth turned her daughter around and grabbed her butt with both hands. "Wha, Mom!?" "Look at this fine butt you have, it runs in the family, and I can assure you it only gets better with age. You can get so far in life just with your body; why not use it as an asset?" Ruth let go of her grip. Kelly turned around, glared at her mother and then sighed. "...Fine, fine Mom, I'll go have sex with...whoever he is." "Thank you, Honey." Ruth leaned down and kissed her daughter on the cheek. Daniel stood up and nervously muttered, "Umm, hi, I'm Daniel." Kelly flicked her hand and mumbled, "Hey." "Good, now you kids know each other, why not go in the bedroom and play?" "God! This is a playdate, Mom! A playdate with sex, you organised a sex playdate!" Daniel quietly sniggered at Kelly's humorous observation. He followed her as she walked to her room. She turned her head and glared at him with a sour look on her face. "Take a shower before we do anything. You got my...mom all over you." "R-right." *** After a quick shower, he dried himself off, put the towel around his waist and went over to Kelly's room. Ruth had left a condom on the floor for Daniel. He picked it up and held it in his hand. Daniel lightly knocked on the door. "Ok to come in?" "S-sure, whatever," she replied. He turned the handle and entered inside. The snug bedroom had orange wallpaper, a brown shag carpet, various rock bands poster's on the walls, and one single bed located in the right corner of the room. Kelly had taken her coat, jewellery and shoes off, and was leaning against her computer table. "Umm, hey." "Hey," she replied while looking down at the ground. "Your mom is, umm--" "Weird?" "Well I was gonna say...unique." Kelly tucked her hair behind her ear and gave a little smile. There was an awkward tension between the two, neither of them not knowing what to say next. "So, umm, where you from?" asked Daniel. "New York, you?" "Wyoming... So how did you come to be here? Were you recruited?" "I been here since I was twelve, they wanted my mom and got me too." (For the record, Kelly was never exposed to the sexual side of Tabootopia till she was 18.) Daniel was surprised. "That long, really? I've never met anyone that has been in Tabootopia for so long." "Yeah, whatever," she looked down at the ground and shrugged. "Just you and your mom?" "Yeah, just us two." "You go to Kay Parker High?" "No, I go to that other smaller school on the other side. Rachel Steele High." "Oh ok." Kelly looked down at the floor and sighed. "Look: my mom won't stop bugging me if I don't do this, so you wanna get this over with? You know, pop my cheery, whatever." "Yeah I want to, but only if you're ready." Daniel really wanted to get his hands all over Kelly's virginal body, but he wisely concealed his eagerness. Kelly took a deep breath, took her glasses off, put them on the table, and said, "Come on, come closer." Daniel stepped forward and stood in front of Kelly. "So, you wanna, kiss me, or something?" she asked nervously. "Y-yeah, I do." "Go on then." Kelly stood on her tiptoes, put her arms around Daniel and planted a hesitant kiss on his lips. Daniel enjoyed the cheery-flavoured taste of her lips; he put his hands around her waist as they were locked in an embrace. She leaned away from the kiss, looked down at her vest, then looked Daniel in the eyes and said, "Go on, take it off." He grabbed her vest, lifted it up, and took it off, she then hurryingly unzipped her jeans, pulled them down and kicked them off. Daniel took a step back to admire what he was seeing: Kelly in her cute pink bra and tight black boy-shorts. As he looked, he put the condom he was holding down onto the table. She sat on the bed and quickly unhooked her bra to reveal her small cup-cake-like breasts. Daniel sat down next to Kelly; his hands, mouth, tongue, eager to explore. Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 02 "My mom says you're ok, so I trust you. Touch, lick whatever you want." "R-right," he nodded. He steadied his jittery hands, moved them forward and cupped her tits, placing his thumbs on her nipples, twirling them around. He inched closer to her, tilted his head down and gently licked her fresh pink nipples. "Ohhh," she groaned as she took a sharp intake of breath. He laid her down on the bed; his tongue still caressing her breasts. He let his towel slip off and rubbed his erect cock on her legs. He shifted himself up and gave her a light kiss on the lips. "Wanna touch it?" he asked. She nodded, steadied her hands, and then placed her delicate fingers around his member. She was examining it with the tip of her fingers, pushing, prodding it with virginal curiosity. Daniel grabbed the condom he had put on the table and handed it to her. "Wanna put it on?" he asked as he rubbed his forehead on hers. "O-ok", she replied nervously. She took the condom out its wrapper and rolled it on Daniel's cock. He then rolled over, sat on his knees and held her shorts in his hand. "Ready?" he asked. She nodded in nervous agreement. He grabbed her cotton shorts, pulled them down and took them off. Daniel looked in amazement at her perfect, pristine, clean-shaven vagina. "Whoa, you have a really nice...vagina." "Umm, thanks. You know, my mom shaved me, bet that gives you a stiffy," she said with a giggle. "Ha-ha, yeah, yeah that does...ok, let's do this." Daniel held her legs, spread them apart, leaned in towards her and began inserting his cock inside her. "Ahh," she winched, "ahh, it hurts, ahh." He got close to her face and whispered into her ear, "Don't be scared, it hurts at first, just let it in, let it in." he put himself deeper, all the way in till he was fully inserted. "Ohh, ahh, feels, feels so, ohh," Kelly was sweating upon penetration. "Here's where it gets good," Daniel started pushing-and-pulling his cock in-and-out of her, going at a slow, easy tempo. "Ohh, ohh, I like this." Her body was feeling warmer and warmer, with each stroke she felt closer to Daniel. Kelly put her hands on his back, pushed her chest closer to his, wrapped her legs around his, entangling their bodies as one. Daniel was accelerating himself at a moderate pace, going faster and faster with each plunge. "Ohh," she groaned, "oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh yes." Daniel kissed her on the cheek; she turned her face and began kissing him, full-on, on the lips. As Daniel continued, he heard the bedroom door open ever-so-quietly; he got a quick look out the corner of his eye and saw Ruth peeking through the doorway. Kelly saw her mother, stopped kissing and shouted, "Mom!? What're you doing!?" "I was just seeing if you kids were having fun. Congratulations Honey, you have become a woman, I am very proud --" "Get the fuck out!" "Of course dear," she backed away from the room but left the door open. Kelly and Daniel looked at each other, trying to get the mood going again, but burst out laughing. "I'm sorry, heehee, I'm sorry about my freaky mom." "Don't be, we'd never have done this if she'd never arranged this 'playdate'." "Yeah. So, wanna finish up?" "Sure." Daniel thrust deeper and faster, pounding her vagina as hard as he could. "Yes, yes!" she was cumming. "Come on, come on!" he whispered into her ear. "Yes, yes, god yes, god yes. Closer, closer, ohh." He thrust as deep and as fast as he could, reaching his absolute peek, hoping it would be enough. "Come on Kelly, come on." She began shaking, screaming from the top of her lunges, suddenly adopting a deeper voice. She was cumming: "Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES! YES! YES! YEEEEEEEE! AHHHH!! AHHHH!!! OH GOD, OH GOD! OH GOD! GOOOOOOOOOD! FUCK ME YES! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck....fuck." she turned red-faced, embarrassed at her orgasmic outbursts. Daniel took himself out and laid down next to her. He watched as she rubbed her inner-thighs together, her eyes closed, a broad, fulfilled smile spread across her face. "Hmm!" she turned her face towards Daniel. "That was great, awesome." "I'm glad you liked it," he replied. Ruth then poked her head through the doorway and interrupted the two. "I see you kids had fun, I'm pleased. Thank you Daniel. Thank you Kelly." "Umm, thanks," they muttered in unison. "You two look filthy, rolling around in each other's sweat. Come, shower with me." Daniel was eager, but he wanted to see what Kelly's response would be. "Not again Mom...fine, whatever." "Splendid. I'll be waiting." *** Kelly and Daniel walked into the bathroom together, both still naked. The bathroom was surprisingly spacious for a house that size, with bright pink tiles, a clean, spotless, heated floor, with a tub in the top-right corner, and the main centre piece of the room, the shower, at the far-end. It was a walk-in shower, with no doors or cubicle walls, just one big showerhead on top, pouring itself down on the fully naked Ruth Vanderbosch; her wet dark hair all loose and hanging, water dripping down her mature, well-aged breasts. Before they went towards Ruth, Kelly whispered into Daniel's ear. "Hey, I dare you to do something." "Oh yeah?" he whispered back. "Yeah, you up for it?" "Sure," he replied, "but only if you do something as well." "Ok, whatever, what you want me to do?" "Eat your mom." "Eat my what?" "Lick your mom's pussy." "What? Ok, ok I'll do that, as long as you do what I say: kiss my mom's ass!" Daniel smirked. "Umm, I was gonna do that anyway." "You were not!" both started giggling like school kids. "What're you doing there!?" asked Ruth. "Come here and wash me." They went up to Ruth and stood in front of her, both trying to conceal their cheeky grins. "Start with my legs, on your knees, both of you. Daniel take my back, Kelly wash my front." "Not a problem, Mom," she said with a sly smile. Kelly got on her knees and washed her mom's legs; Daniel got behind Ruth and did the same. He picked some soap up and began washing her inner-thighs, enjoying the task as he rubbed soap on her smooth, slippery skin. Daniel looked through Ruth's legs, saw Kelly, winked at her, puckered his lips and planted a quick peck onto Ruth's ass. Ruth shivered in response. "What was that?" she asked. Kelly giggled, then looked at Daniel, who gave her the thumbs-up sign. She placed her hands on her mother's inner legs, rubbed some soap on her, then dived in and put her mouth onto her mother's vagina. "Ahh!" shirked Ruth. Kelly, lacking proper technique, smacked her tongue around her mother's sacred region. Ruth's body was quivering at this unexpected package of pleasure. "St-stop this, stop this at once!" she put her hands on the top of her daughter's head, half-heartedly trying to push her off. Daniel held Ruth's legs together to hold her steady; he, of course, loved seeing a daughter give incestual pleasure to her very own mother. He played with Kelly's nipples as she continued to make a meal out of her mother. Ruth's face was becoming red, she was panting heavily. She had put her hands on her breasts, rubbing them in tempo -- waves of pleasure were hitting her hard. Kelly let go of her grip and wiped her lips. "Eww, I just made my mom cum!" Ruth rushed into the corner and fingered herself to completion, letting out unworldly, deep, almost satanic moans in the process. "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH, OH, OH, OHHHHHH," her body was spasming as she came, "OHHH, OHHHHH, OHHHH, OHHH DEAR GOD! OH! OH! OH! OHHHHHH!!!" Kelly and Daniel watched her in amazement, both on their knees and both frightened of what her response would be. "OHHHH! OHHHH! OHHHH! Ohhh, ohh, oh...." After her orgasm had finished, she took a minute to compose herself. "We're in so much trouble," whispered Kelly, "I'm blaming you!" "Me? It was your idea." "You're the one that dared me to eat her!" Ruth turned around, looking very, very cross. She angrily approached the two of them. "We're sorry," they said in unison. "Quiet! You kids are in so much trouble! How dare you do that to your very own mother!" "I'm sorry Mom," Kelly frowned. "As punishment, you, you, you will have to pleasure me like that whenever I see fit!" "Oh Mom, that sucks!" Daniel sniggered at Kelly's punishment. Ruth turned her attention to Daniel and glared at him. "I don't know what you find so funny; you're doing all of Kelly's chores while she's in my bedroom pleasuring me. You're going to cook, clean, wash the dishes." "Aw, but I don't even live here." "You're not going anywhere young man! You have work to do." "Yes Ma'am..." he sighed happily. *** The next day at the Cestin household... It was early morning. Regina Cestin -- a deceptively tall 5'8 teen girl; with a toned figure; lightly tanned, radiant skin; blond hair; green-eyes; pert, well-sized, youthful breasts, and a firm, round, well-toned ass -- had awoken earlier than the rest of her family. The Tabootopia heat having made her restless and agitated, she had great difficulty sleeping through the night, it didn't help that hers was the only room with no air conditioning. She paraded around the living room in her grey sports-bra and blue lycra panties. She saw her phone on the table, picked it up, and saw that a message had been left. It was from her friend, Vivi. "you not come school? :( " Regina typed out a response: "principal phoned me, told me to lay low cause of the attention i got, said not go in." Vivi quickly replied: "coming in today? :)" Regina then went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast, but before she could, she heard a knock on the door. She went over to the door and opened it. "Telegram for a Ms. Cestin --" the blond, short, shirt and shorts wearing telegram man lost his train of thought when he saw Regina. He gawped at her half-naked body, her sports bra giving a clear outline of her breasts, droplets of sweat running down all over her, from her face, her breasts, chest, between her legs, all the way down to her feet. Heat was literally emanating from her whole body. He took a big gulp and then handed her a pink envelope. Regina, nonplussed by his reaction, took the envelope and looked at him with a blank expression. "Anything else?" "Tell your father he is a very lucky man." She shrugged, turned around, and shut the door. She opened the envelope and read the contents of it: "You have been summoned by The In-Crowd. Come to the school gym...bitch." She tossed the letter away, picked her phone up, and wrote a message to Vivi: "Yea, I'll be coming in today." End Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 03 Copyright © 2010, Surt, ALL Rights Reserved. There is no need to read Tabootopia Ch.01 or Ch.02 before reading this as everything relevant is explained at the start, though it is recommended as you'd have a better understanding of what's going on. Anyone involved in anything sexual is of the legal age limit. The Celebrity Templates are: Amanda Bynes is Regina Cestin Madeline Zima is Vivian Keentucker Brenda Song is Soyo Banks Tracy-Ann Oberman is Vera Banks Kirsten Davis is Claire Cestin Chisato Shoda is Yukari Takahashi Simona Halep (pre-breast reduction) is Paula 'Ms. Everest' Dragomir Diora Baird is Rabid the Clown *** For first-time and long-time readers, here's something's you may need to know. Tabootopia: It's what its name suggests: a utopia of taboo. Founded almost 100 years ago, this island, which is almost completely man-made, has been occupied by those who believe in 'Free Love': sex between all (legal), freely, peacefully and easily. This Arizona-sized island is highly secluded and not accessible by normal means, all that is known about its location is that it's somewhere in The South Pacific. With over six million residents -- and growing -- this nation of incest is flourishing in obscurity. Tabootopia is broken up into five sectors; this chapter is set in the suburban district of Tabootopia: Our Haven. Kay Parker High School: A high school in Our Haven. Tabootopia has a unique ruling that requires all eighteen-year-olds to spend one additional year in high school. It is known as The Above-Senior Program. There is a good reason for this, as it lets these teenagers relive their high school days "the right way"; meaning lots of (legal) sex and debauchery in a school environment. Kay Parker High has franchised itself by selling DVD's of its female Above-Senior student's antics within the changing rooms/shower rooms and other places where sexual situations would arise. The school also has a highly-rated weekly television show titled 'Inside Kay Parker High', an hour-long compilation of the best sex that has happened within that week. The In-Crowd: The most popular girls in Kay Parker High School. They have a stronghold on the 'Inside Kay Parker High' television show, such a hold that they have been in the top-slot of the show for the past seven years -- that was before Regina came along. A relative newcomer to Tabootopia, her impromptu sexual encounter with Tammie Kwon was thought to have such raw intensity and emotion that they were deemed worthy of the main-event slot that night. Ms. Everest, a member of the In-Crowd, was asked about this: her response was that she didn't know who Regina was and thought Tammie was a "freak show." The next day The In-Crowd sent Regina a message: ""You have been summoned by The In-Crowd. Come to the school gym...bitch." We pick up the story from this point. *** 7:56am It was a hot sunny Wednesday morning in Our Haven. Regina -- a deceptively tall 5'8 teen girl; with a toned figure; lightly tanned, radiant skin; dark blond hair; green-eyes; pert, youthful breasts, and a firm, round, well-toned ass; wearing a tight navy-blue t-shirt with dark jeans and flat shoes -- was walking to school with her friend Vivi, a slim, 5'8, eighteen-year-old teen girl with long brown hair; pearly white skin; beautiful brown eyes; pert nicely rounded breasts; long thick, sexy legs and a surprisingly juicy, spank-worthy ass, wearing a pink tank-top, with blue jeans and sneakers. Vivi spoke in a giggly nasally voice, "So after you left we did some really looooong roleplay," Vivi was telling her friend what happened with her and her father after Regina had watched them have sex. "I played a, umm, a cop, with the outfit and all, my butt looked so cute in that. Well anyway, Dad played a crook, we were outside, did I mention that? Well, we were in the garden, we played with the hose, he took me down, we did things, we got naked in the pool, we did it again, he then put me in my P.J's and kissed me goodnight, nothing special really" "Interesting," replied Regina in her sexy understated husky voice Suddenly, a shirtless, hairy man in tiny blue shorts jogged past Regina, stopped and tried hitting up a conversation. "Hey, I know you! Gina right?" "Regina," she said with slight annoyance. "Whatever, let's fuck." "Wha -- No!" "Ok, your loss," he shrugged his shoulders, turned around and ran off. Regina scowled. "What was that? Did he actually think that would work?" After she'd finished her sentence, the girls spotted the man talking to a short, brown-haired white girl, wearing a rucksack, a pink tube-top and black shorts. He said a few words, and was then seen walking in the opposite direction with his arm around her shoulder. "No way..." Regina was left stunned. Vivi giggled. "Tee-hee, people here are so casual about sex. You'll get used to it...hey I think that was one of my sisters friends. Oh that reminds me! We should go pick-up Soyo! She lives nearby." "Yeah, she did that favour for us when she blew that shopkeeper." "You thought that was a favour? Pshh! She loved doing that. She's a super sex fiend!" *** 8:15am At The Banks house, inside a small shower cubicle was the fully naked Soyo Banks. Soyo is a half-Thai half-Chinese teen girl with tan brown skin, highlighted brown and blond hair, a small frame, well-rounded breasts and a proportionally round ass. She spent a good while making herself sparkle: her small well-developed breasts, tight teen ass and expertly-waxed vagina, all sparkling clean. She was about to step out the running shower, but stopped when a fully nude man walked in. He was taller, towering over Soyo's small feminine frame. He was a 42-year-old mocha-skinned African-American man with trim black hair, around 6'0, a muscular, trim 185 pounds, with a deep baritone voice. "Not another move," he said with a sly smile. "Aw I don't wanna be late again --" she replied in her New Jersey accent. "Shut up you Gucci-wearing prostitute." "Hmmm -- stop it," protested Soyo as she rubbed her clitoris, "You know your filthy mouth gets me going." "Too late for that, Honey." The man ran into the shower cubical, got behind Soyo and held her shoulders. "Oh fuck! You know if you get me jizzing my whole day's gonna be wrecked!" "You got no say in the matter, you bed-breaking bitch!" "Hmmmm," she was really turned-on by that one. "Fuck it. Do me. Do me hard!" The man turned the water knob, increased the pressure, put his hands on Soyo's cute shinny ass, then, stuck his large cock inside her. "Ohhh!" Soyo held onto the walls as she felt a surge of electricity go through her. He got her to bend down slightly as he rammed his cock in-and-out of her ass. "You like that, don't you? You heels-wearing dumpster slut!" "Hmmm! Yes!" He grabbed her tits and pulled her closer to him, her mouth wide-open in painful pleasure, the water roaring down on both. "I can keep you going like this for hours, but I got work, so..." he inserted himself out, grabbed her shoulder, turned her around, held his cock, tugged, then, released a huge shot of cum all over her chest. Soyo closed her eyes; she rubbed her hands all over her chest, taking in all that sexual pleasure. "Hmmm, that's how I like it." Soyo got out of her orgasmic trance, she glared at the man. "Urgh, look at me! I'm all filthy. Yo now I have to take another shower! Thanks a bunch, Dad." He smirked then stepped forward while holding his cock. "Heh, you can start with me. Go on, on your knees." "Ohhh! I hate that you know what turns me on!" she said with a pout. Soyo got on her knees, grabbed the soap and began scrubbing her father's legs. He put his hand on her head, rubbing her wet hair. "Love you," he said quietly. Soyo gave a concealed smile in response. Meanwhile, downstairs, the other members of The Banks were quite busy with their morning preparations. Boys Jay and Evan were admiring their mother Vera as she did her morning exercises. The boys were sitting in the staircase as Vera followed the routine that was on the television. "This is the best view, Bro," remarked Jay as he watched Vera jog on the spot. Jay was a lightly-brown skinned, 5'9 teenager with short dark hair and brown eyes. He was wearing a white vest, jean shorts and designer sneakers. "Yeah, look at her, look at her body, wow, oh my god, wow dude," replied Evan, a 5'7, fast-talking, fair-skinned, slim, blond haired teenager with green eyes and medium-length hair. He was wearing a blue shirt and grey pants. The boys could see Vera's entire backside, everything was on view - literality. This was because Vera was completely nude. And with a body like hers, there would be few who would protest her exhibitionist ways. She had an incredible, curvaceous hourglass-like figure, with her hips being small and her T&A being very well proportioned. She was 42, 5'6, had a tan complexion, brown eyes, curly blond hair, with a small line of carpet that matched the drapes. "One, two. One, two," she whispered in her English accent. The boys sat quietly as they paid special attention to Vera's jiggling, juicy ass, getting particularly excited when she bent over for her leg exercises. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Vera stopped what she was doing and went to go open it. She turned the handle and saw two girls standing there. One of them she recognized the other she didn't. The two girls were none other than Vivian Keentucker and Regina Cestin. "Hi Miss Banks!" Vivi smiled warmly at her friend's mother. "Hello Vivian, so good to see you," Vera leaned over and gave Vivi a one-armed hug. "You look nice, so adorable." "Thanks, hee-hee" Vivian giggled excitedly as Vera peppered her with playful kisses on the neck. "Oh! Stop, hee-hee, stop Miss Banks, it tickles hee-hee!" Regina, on the other hand, stayed silent. She was stunned at the sight of this nude sweaty woman devouring her friend's neck. She was also a tad confused: she wondered how Soyo, an Asian girl, could have a Caucasian mother. The Banks were indeed an interesting, unique family... *** Vera, a teacher, originally from Sussex, England, felt her life needed a shake-up, so she decided to move to, of all places, New Jersey U.S.A. There she met Martin Banks, an architect. After a year of dating, they decided to get married. Soon after their wedding, Vera and Martin decided to adopt Soyo into their family, not knowing that Vera was already pregnant with Jay at the time. With two children to look after, The Banks became a very busy household, yet their marriage survived and a strong family-unit was formed. When Soyo and Jay were very young, they become close friends with a neighbourhood boy who was the same age as them. That kid was Evan. With his own parents paying him very little attention, Evan would sleep over, spend the holidays; generally spend so much time with the Banks that he was considered part of the family. So when Martin got a big job which required him and his family to move, Evan was coming with them, no matter what. *** Vera turned her attention to Regina. "Oh, a new friend of Soyo?" "Um, yeah, I'm Regina." "So glad to meet you." Vera grabbed Regina and gave her an uncomfortably close hug, their cheeks close together as Vera rubbed her hands on Regina's back. Both being large breasted women their boobs were inevitably pressed together tightly. Vera's sons did definitely approve. She backed away from the hug, then stroked Regina's face with the back of her hand. "Gosh your skin is so smooth," remarked Vera. Regina staying still as a statue as her friend's mother was touching her. "Yo kiss her, Mom. Make-out with her, come on," muttered Jay. Before she could, Vera's husband Martin came down the stairs, wearing a blue dress shirt, black trousers with black loafers. He gave his wife a friendly tap on the butt, she turned around, he gave her a peck on the lips. "Oh, going early today?" asked Vera. "Afraid so, we're working on a big project, we really need to press on; I won't be back till late. Sorry everyone, you know how much I love spending time with you all. Hey what can I say? Even Paradise needs workers. Bye everyone, see you later." "Buy. Love you," said Vera. "Love you, too." Martin walked to his Volvo, waved to his wife, got in his car and drove off. "Oh that's right, I gotta get going too." Vera grabbed a small, thin pink robe, wrapped it around herself, tied it up then put her flip-flops on. She turned around and smiled at her sons. "Bye boys, oh say bye to Soyo for me. Bye girls, nice meeting you." "Bye," they all mumbled. Vera raced past the girls and began walking briskly to her destination, politely waving to the girls as she left. The girls were left staring at the boys. "Hey," said Evan. "Eat me!" Vivi replied with a great big grin. The boys were taken aback by Vivi's apparent insult. They looked at each other with confused expressions. "Yo, you're kidding, right?" asked Jay. "No, I'm being serious," Vivi unzipped her jeans, "I want one of you to eat me." She pulled down her jeans ever-so-slightly to reveal her stripy blue underwear. The boys ran down the stairs, their faces lit up like it was the 4th of July. "Which one, which one?" asked Evan. "I'll do it good, see, see this tongue? I've been practicing. Pick me? Me? Me?" "Come on, Bro! Seriously!? You let her wash you last time. She meant me, of course!" "You Jay, sorry Evan, for sure you next time, coolzees?" "Aw," Evan looked down at the ground and kicked his shoes. Vivi grabbed Jay by the hand, stood by the staircase, got him on his knees, carefully peeled down her panties, then held his head as he licked her sweet vagina. "Yo you look lame Jay, you should see yourself: you're giving her a hetero blowjob. Look, she kept her jeans on, you're on your knees, it's like you're looking for a raise! Ha-ha!" "Shut up Bro, don't be jealous!" "Pssh, yeah," Evan turned his attention to Regina. "Hey there, I'm Evan." "Regina." "Ah I saw you on the television!" "Oh yeah?" Regina was unsurprised. "I won't ask you to perform a sex-act like my lame brother over there. Look at him, going down on her like that...Hey yo, I know what it can be like, being new, I mean, you missed the orientation didn't you?" "Yeah." "Yo, it was such a weird thing, I mean, getting told you got another year of school, fuck that! That's what I thought, so, yeah, we there, me and Jay and Soyo, so they show us this long video, after that, I can't even describe it, yo I can't even describe it, beds came in, actual beds into the hall, so yeah, Jay hooks up with this chick right away, me and Soyo just standing there in shock, and he tells me to hook up with her! I was like, 'nah, no way, you nuts? she's my girl, she's like my sister,' and he says, 'nah it's cool here,' so I say, 'fuck, cool' and bang her, cool thing was, we were all cool afterward, no beef, I like this attitude to sex, I love it!" Regina had gone into autopilot; she was nodding politely to whatever he said. Evan rambled on. "Soyo is so tight, so tight, so yeah, after school, we all go home, yeah, and we got Vera and Martin waiting there, wanting to fuck us too! Yo now, Vera's like my mom to me, yo, I wanna get deep here with you, tell you that her and Martin my parents in my heart, you feel me? She's my mom to me, yo, but I still wanted to tap that ass! You seen her, she's smoking! Jay even fucked her, it was great, cool thing was it changed nothing, we all still cool, they all still my family. I love this place, yo, they were talking about the taste of pussy on the morning show, you gotta love this place! Best place in the whole worlds, love it! Yo, another thing --" Evan was interrupted when Soyo -- wearing a black midriff-revealing tank-top and tiny figure-hugging matching shorts -- loudly came marching down the stairs. "Wassup my bitches!" Vivi, still getting pleasured by Jay, turned to her friend and smiled. "Hi S-Soy-wow! Oh Daddy that's good!" Vivi was quivering from her morning licking. "Hey," replied Regina. "Yo my bitches making moves on my brothers now?" "N-no," replied Vivi, "We just wanted t-to," Vivi looked down at Jay, "Oh lick me right there, right at the centre, yes! Yes! YES! Ok I'm good," she pulled her panties back up, her vagina sufficiently moist. "Seriously!? That's all I get?" She ruffled his hair while grinning, "Silly! You don't eat a feast for breakfast." Evan laughed hysterically at his brother. "Hahahahaha! She told you!" "Bro, I can still taste it, I can still taste it!" Jay got off his knees, licking his lips in an exaggerated fashion. The three girls were crowded together, discussing Regina's predicament. "Yo I heard stuff about those In-Crowd bitches fronting you like that. I'm telling you I will bitch slap one of Ms. Everest's tities! She ain't fronting one of my girls like that! No way!" "That's ok, Soyo," replied Regina. "I really don't know, or care, about their stupid dilemma with me, but if they call me out like that, I'm not backing down from them." "They got a problem with you they got a problem with me! I'm coming with you." Vivi zipped up her jeans and cleared her throat. "Yeah I'm with you too Genie-Baby!" "Thanks, both of you," she said with genuine appreciation. "Hey let's go get breakfast!" said Vivi. The girls started discussing where to go eat. Jay leaned over to his brother and said in a hushed tone, "Yo, seriously, how can they be such great friends if they only just met, like, two days ago?" "No idea, so, yo, what you want to do today? School? We going to school? That cool? We didn't do our homework, but who does huh? School sounds good? But, I got another idea. Let's go the mall; we can troll for some mom ass! What's today? Oh wait, I know what today is, today's Child Appreciation Day! All these moms have got their kids riding along with them today, school's all closed and stuff, crap, ah no worries, we get cool with the kids, be nice to them, then, bam, hit-on their moms the same time, we can take turns! You play with the kids while I bang their moms, and we switch it up! Yeah? Sounds good! Yeah? Yeah. Remember when I banged that Latino mom? Think she home? No! No wait, maybe we should go to school, follow the girls, yeah, let's do that, let's do that, you think Regina likes me? Do you think--" "Evan, shut up! They're already gone." Evan turned his head to see that the girls had left the house. "Oh fuck..." "...So the mall you say? Come on let's go, Bro." "Cool, cool." *** 10:12am The F-Boat: a small cruise ship that sails around Tabootopia, offering fun and relaxation to the families of this nation. This day was Child Appreciation Day, so many women, along with their kids, were standing in line, waiting to get inside. To kids, it is known as The Fun Boat as it has many on-board activities -- but to adults it is known as The Fuck Boat. On the top deck of the ship is a large sunbathing/lounge area, complete with swimming pools, large deck chairs, massages, all this and, of course, heaps and heaps of sexual pleasure. The F-Boat was anchored at Our Haven's harbour. Claire Cestin, mother of Regina, was there with her 16-year-old son Tommy. Claire was 45, yet despite her age had a fine, trim 5'6 figure. She had long delicate black hair and noticeably perky nipples. Claire was wearing a yellow summer dress with flip-flops, her sexy legs on display. While his mother had made an effort, Tommy -- an average-sized kid with medium-length brown hair -- had not; he was wearing a black t-shirt, black jeans and sneakers. Claire had been told about The F-Boat by her neighbour Yukari Takahashi, a 40-year-old Japanese woman. She had cropped brown hair, plucky lips and a finely matured curvaceous figure, with large natural breasts and a round ass. Yukari was wearing a tight yellow shirt with equally tight white pants. She had also brought along her son, 14-year-old Keisuke, a Japanese pre-teen wearing a blue shirt and grey pants. Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 03 Claire was standing behind her son, holding his shoulders, smiling widely. "You...excited?" asked Yukari in her Japanese accent. Claire grinned. "So excited, I can't wait, I'm we-- oh," Claire remembered that the boys were there, she didn't want them knowing too much of what was going on. Not that they knew anything going on around them, they just stood there with blank expressions: Tommy on his BlackBerry and Keisuke on his smart phone, both wearing headphones. Yukari leaned in close to Claire, whispering gently in her ear, "Remember all you need is credit card." "Ah yes that reminds me. Tommy: hand me your dad's card." Tommy didn't even look away from his screen when he reached down into his pocket and got out his dad's credit card. His mom snapped the card from him. "Thanks Son, I'm sure you're gonna like that F-Boat." He shrugged in response. Just then, Vera walked up to the two ladies, holding two drinks, clothed only in her pink robe and flip-flops "Here you go, here you go," she handed the ladies their glasses. "I just love how polite everyone is here: no one complained when I came back in line. You do that sorta thing in Sussex and you dead! Even worse in Jersey!" Yukari giggled while Claire nodded. "So, Claire, I see you got one boy here," Vera patted Tommy on the head, "You got any other children?" "Yes, a teenage daughter, Regina." "Regina? Oh really, I just met a girl with the same name. She came over to meet my daughter Soyo." "Soyo, that name rings a bell...was she with a girl named Vivi?" "Yes! Vivian Keentucker." Claire placed her hand over her face "Oh my God! You met Regina today! That's amazing!" "She's just the sweetest, such a sweet heart, such a pretty young thing." "Aww, thank you." "Oh come ere!"Vera held Claire's hips, leaned in and gave her a light, lingering kiss on the lips. As they moved out of the kiss, Claire gave Vera an intense, almost animalistic stare. "Fuck me right here, right now!" Claire whispered into Vera's mouth. "Whoa! Save it for the boat," Vera rubbed Claire's arms, calming her down. She then looked at Yukari and said, "We got a live one here!" Yukari smiled in response. "Oh, the boys, they be...ok?" Claire tapped her son on the shoulder, "Hey, Tommy, stay close with her son, ok?" Tommy and Keisuke exchanged a lightning-fast fist-bump as a sign of solidarity. "They'll be fine," quipped Claire. Just then, the crew opened the doors, they started letting people into the boat. Claire clapped her hands in excitement. "Ohhh! I can't wait to get my first big, large, meaty fill of The Fu -- of The Fun Boat." *** 10:22am Once inside, the kids were ushered into the lower deck of the boat, the area with all the games, activities, pizza, etc, while the adults were taken to the upper deck, the place where the real fun happened. The Fuck Boat had just one rule: no clothing allowed (though accessories were ok.) Claire was leaning back in her luxurious lounge chair, letting the warm rays of the sun hit her well-toned naked body. Sitting to the right of her was the comfortably nude Vera and next to her was Yukari, who was rubbing cream all over her fine breasts. Vera looked at Yukari's untamed bush with much interest. "Still not pruning, eh Yukari?" "Y-yes...this my style." "Hmm, you do manage to pull it off; I just want to pet it --" "Shut up, shut up!" interrupted Claire, "Here comes the men I ordered! Eee!" Two large hairless naked men, a gigantic black man and an incredibly toned Asian man, approached Claire. "Ok guys: here is how I want it." She opened her legs wide open. "I want one for sucking, one for fucking!" The Asian man went down on her, pumping his cock inside her with expert precision. The black gentleman moved to the side, he put his huge cock in front of her; she grabbed it and shoved it in her gaping mouth. The sight of this small woman being pounded from both sides by these giant men was business as usual for The Fuck Boat Meanwhile, Yukari turned around, grabbed a bottle of lotion and tapped Vera on the shoulder. "Lotion, my back, please?" "Oh sure babe, I'd love to," Vera took the bottle; she squirted the cream on her hands. She rubbed it all over Yukari's back, marvelling at the softness of her skin. Vera got off her chair, on her knees, closer to Yukari's glowing body. "I'm just gonna kiss you, you mind if I do?" "Please," Yukari replied with a smile. Vera started with her neck, she moved herself down, gently kissing the length of her back, stopping just at the tip of her ass. She put her hands on Yukari's fine cheeks, giving them a good feel. "Want me to keep going?" "P-please." She put her middle and index fingers together, then pushed them into Yukari's vagina. Yukari winched, concealing her squealing groans. "Ah! Eee! Ahh!" Vera held onto her ass and pushed in-and-out at a fast pace. The heat coupled with the pleasure got Yukari feeling like she was in an oven, her pressure cooker set to explode! Vera was quickly getting Yukari to her climax point; she continued sliding her fingers in, the friction causing her body to sweat. A couple more incisions from Vera and she was done: Yukari stretched her legs out when she cummed, curling her toes back in pleasure. Vera grabbed a nearby towel and cleaned her friend's vagina. "Thank you Vera," she said while she rested her head on the chair. Vera stood up and stroked her friend's hair. "You sleepy? You wanna rest for a bit?" Yukari nodded. She closed her eyes and fell into a peaceful slumber. Vera grabbed a nearby magazine from the ground, paying no attention to Claire's shirking moans as she examined the cover. The magazine was called Weekly Moaning. On the cover was a backside shot of fully-nude, toned, bronzed, highly athletic Chinese girl, her sexy ass and toned back muscles on display. The backdrop was dark, with a spotlight illuminating her. She was standing at an angle where she was looking down -- emphasising her superiority. On the left side, the headline read: "KISS HER ASS! In-Crowd's Panlong: The Next Tabootopia Superstar! Interview with proud father inside." "Ah yes. The girl with the unending sex drive...better give her a call." Meanwhile, in "The Fun Boat." Keisuke and Tommy were lounging back, both typing away on their respective phones. In front of them was a huge play-area, complete with bouncy castles, ball pens, and other such amusements. While the boys were busy with their phones, a gorgeous brunette woman stopped to ask them something. "Hey guys, you seen any kids running around her?" she asked in her naturally seductive mid-western tone. The woman had a dynamite, head-turning 5'7 figure, with big brown eyes, dishevelled brown hair, rosy red cheeks, firm big breasts and a thick solid ass. From her costume, it could be summarised that she was some sort of children's entertainer; she was wearing baggy multi-coloured pants along with giant shoes and a grey tank-top. She wiped some cream off her cheek, sighed, and began speaking. "Those boys run around so much, they just run all over me, God! They're always on top of everything, it's always more, more, more with those kids, even after everything I do, they just won't settle down, Oh but there's Timmy, ah Timmy, he's small but tries so hard, he's such a trooper...Are you guys even listening to me?" They shrugged in response. "God!" she stormed off while mumbling to herself. "I hate older guys." *** 10:43am Behind the school's large spacious gymnasium, there was a multipurpose sports field. The In-Crowd's Paula Dragomir was there, waiting for Regina. The 5'7, 130 pound, blond, sour-faced Paula "Ms. Everest" Dragomir was indeed famous for her peaks -- her 34DD titanic peaks. She was wearing a tight purple tank-top along with black lycra briefs, her hair tied up into a neat ponytail. Some distance away, watching from the bleachers, were her adoring fans. A dozen-or-so middle-aged men watched with intense concentration as Paula did her jump-rope exercises; her breasts jiggling in perfect motion. While she exercised, she could hear titbits of their insightful perversion. "The briefs are riding into her ass, the ass is good, her ass is great, if you slap it you get something, a jiggle. I think the tits take away from the fact she's got a great butt." "I love it when her dad is on top, sweating on her, I mean just pouring down. Think of the visual: this father pouring down his sweat onto his daughter's amazing body, they fucking so hard, slamming into each other, making fucking love with each other, fucking incest love, so fucking amazing!" One observer was gym teacher Peter Tumescent. "God, I wanna tit-rape that dumb, top-heavy slut...My wife's fucking flat as a board... Could you imagine? Just throw that little body down and wank yourself off with those teenage melons? Things are, like, a third of that bitch's body... developing like that... what a tease..." Regina, flanked by Vivi and Soyo, approached Paula. "I thought you wanted to meet me in the gym." Paula stopped jumping, put the rope around her shoulders, bent down and took a swig of her water. From head-to-toe, her body was positively drenched in sweat. "I'm sorry, it is so nice outside," Paula spoke in a squeaky Eastern-European accent. The girls were interrupted when a man from the bleachers stood up and shouted, "That's her, that's her right there." Regina recognized him from his tight red polo-shirt, high waisted trousers and distinctive whiny voice. "Oh fuck, it's my dad." Regina was red-faced when she saw her stocky, balding, middle-aged father in the bleachers. "Hey Honey!" he turned to his pervert friends and started gloating. "See? See? Told you she was my daughter, see? Didn't believe me did ya? My god her friends are sexy, gosh I really like that small Asian girl." "Your daughter is a fine-looking girl, Mathew, you should be very proud. Say what's her fav position?" "Is she a squealer or a screamer?" "Now does she squirm when she orgasm or is she a natural shaker?" "Save your questions fellas, I think we can take these girls out to dinner!" Matthew dug into his pockets, "Hey, hey have any of you seen my credit card?" Regina was fuming with anger. "Dad..." Paula stepped forward, she shouted at the men. "All of you: shut up! I'm trying to have a conversation!" The men got excited at Paula's outburst. "Ohh! She's mad; I bet she's more pissed at me!" "No way, she's mad at me! I sniffed her workout pants." "No me!" "Me! It was me she is disgusted by!" Paula sighed. "Regina, please, come walk with me; let's talk more about this where no one can hear us...please." Regina looked to her friends for reassurance. "It's ok Genie, we'll be right here," said Vivi. "She try anything, I will smack that bitch," said Soyo as she glared at Paula. Paula brushed off Soyo's comment, put her arm on Regina's back, and walked with her, away from the loud shouting of the crowd. After they were some distance away, Paula began speaking. "Regina, I need you to know, I have no bad intentions with this meeting. The In-Crowd didn't call you here: I did...I am sorry if I offended you with my comments. I never meant to offend, it was early in the morning; I was not in the best mood. My apologies." "Ok, so why did you call me here?" "I want to get to know you better; I want to make things better between us. Will you come over to my house after school? Bring your friends too." "I don't know. You did call me a bitch in that letter." "That? We always send the same telegram, it was not a personal insult at you, again I apologize. Please, come, I just want to make things good between us." Regina shrugged; she was perplexed by Paula's sudden shift in personality. "Why? What do you care?" Paula shifted herself closer to Regina, rubbing her shoulder next to hers. "I want to get to know you better, that is all." The girls were interrupted when they heard loud sucking sounds. Regina turned around to see Soyo, on her knees, giving Regina's father a blowjob. "Soyo!?" She took his cock out, "What? He has good thickness." "Hush honey, get back in," Matthew held Soyo's head with his large paw and shoved his cock back in. "Oh yeah, yeah...oh hello Vivian, how's your father?" "Good, Mr. Cestin," she said with a giggle. "Great, good, good," he smacked his lips together loudly in embarrassing pleasure. Regina was seething with anger, but her rage subsided when she felt Paula's delicate fingers clutching her chin. "Regina..." she stepped closer, her giant breasts pressing against Regina's. Regina turned her head, her eyes locked on Paula's cold blue eyes. "Please, say you'll come." "Ok, I guess." "Great, thank you. I'm going to the shower now, care to join me?" she said with a completely straight face. "Umm, no I'm good." "Come by fifty-one Henning Street? Ok?" "Yeah, ok." Paula smiled before walking off to the showers. After she had left, Regina's friends approached her. "Yo what's up with the tramp?" asked Soyo as she wiped her mouth. "She, umm, invited me to her house." "She said what?" Vivi was surprised. "You didn't say yes, did you?" "Well, I didn't know what to say, so I agreed." Vivi gasped. "No Genie-Baby, you can't go! She's going to touch you in all the wrong places! She's a predator!" "I'm not scared of her!" scoffed Regina. "If she wants me, she can just try it!" Regina shook her head, surprised by her reaction. "Oh yeah, she invited you guys too." "Well we got ya back. Whatever happens in there, that bitch even looks at you the wrong way, I will smack that blond pussy!" "Thanks, Soyo. I'm still pissed you sucked off my dad." "You won't be when you see this," Soyo opened her hand to reveal several crumpled dollar notes. "Yo daddy knows quality when he feels it." Vivi's eyes sparkled. "Coolzees! Money!" "So where you wanna go spend some of this hard-earned cheddar?" Regina shrugged. "I don't know. I'm still new to this place." "Oh I know where to go," said Soyo, "Let's go to the school bar! Yeah bitchas~." *** 11:12am The girls went back into the school building, walked down some stairs and found themselves in a secret underground section of the school. They were walking down a long, dark narrow corridor, onwards to the bar. Soyo turned to Regina. "Yo, I didn't want to say this in front of those guys cause they would've gotten so hard, but for reals, Ms. Everest was flirting with you yo." "I don't know about that, I think she was just trying to, I don't know really." "Genie-Baby, be careful," Vivi was concerned. "I think Paula wants to get into your panties." "Quiet down," said Soyo, "We at the bar, so let me do the talking." The girls were looking at a burly, suited doorman; he was standing in front of a wooden door. "I'm gonna need to see some I.D," he said in a deep voice. "Pssh, do I look underage?" Soyo hissed. "I may be small but I'm legal as fuck!" "I.D. Please." She turned around and pulled her shorts down to reveal her thong-covered ass. "This proof? See the handprints? My daddy did that. Vivi has a soaking wet pussy from getting pussy-licked by my bro and Regina over there was all over T.V after fucking a tall bitch in the showers!" The doorman sighed happily, "Proof enough for me, go on in." He opened the door, allowing the three girls to go inside. They walked down the stairs, single file, to the dark, dusty bar. From the structure of the place it looked to be a remodelled basement. It had small tables, stools, mood-lighting, a jukebox and a very prominent condom machine in the corner. The bar was quiet that day, most of the customers looked to be slumped over or sleeping. They walked over to the service area and approached the Mexican barkeep. "What it be?" Soyo spoke first. "I want a shot of your best tequila, and you Vivi?" "Milk!" "Really? Ok. What will you have, Regina?" "Oh I don't drink." Soyo sighed. "One bottle of tequila and two milks." While they waited for their drinks, the television in the top-left corner caught Regina's attention. It was a sports show -- a sex sports show. "Welcome back to The Sex Games -- The Foreplay!" A suit-wearing sportscaster man was presenting the show. He was in a professional-looking studio, sitting behind a desk, with a large screen behind him to his left. "A quick update to the matches planned for this week: Licker Lacey is out with a sore tongue, in her place will be top-ranked contender Tantrum Tiara. Also don't forget tonight we got Internet Carly up against The In-Crowd's Panlong. Now as promised, back to the highlights: it's the second round, up first in the Attitude round is 'Rocket' Pocket Polly!" On the screen was a petite, fair-skinned, red-haired girl with pig-tails, she was wearing a white dress shirt with a very small plaid skirt, her amazing bare legs on display. She was in a living room, there was a bookshelf and fireplace behind her. She got on her hands and knees, crawling towards someone. The camera panned out to show a man sitting in a chair. He was wearing glasses along with a white dress shirt and black trousers; he was busy reading his newspaper. He looked to be a very distinguished man. "Father," she said in a seductive, pleading tone, "I think I need a bigger allowance." "I think you get enough," he replied in a mock English accent, his eyes still on his paper. She crawled closer, unbuttoning the top buttons of her blouse, her hand on his leg. "You sure?" "I'm positive." She put the tips of her delicate fingers on his crotch. "I really think it should be two dollars." He shivered when he felt her sharp fingers prodding his cock. "Hmmm...one-fifty." "Two dollars." She placed more of her hand on his dick, giving it a good feel. "Hmm, okay, okay, two dollars." Regina nudged Vivi and asked, "Hey, what's that on the television screen?" "That? That's The Sex Games! It's a Tabootopia sport, coolzees, huh?" "Yeah...pretty cool." Meanwhile, in the corner of the bar, a teen boy spotted the three girls. When he did, he immediately recognized them. "No way," he muttered to himself in Swedish. "That's...it's her!" Björn -- a 5'5, slim, blond, foppish haired, green-eyed Swedish teenager, wearing a violet long-shirt, dark jeans and white tennis shoes -- had spotted the girl he'd been lusting after. "Brian! wake-up!" he said in English, "It's, umm, Vivi, Regina, and umm, Soyo!" Brian -- a 5'8, short dark haired, heavy-built African-American, wearing a red shirt with blue jeans -- was resting his head on the counter, half-asleep. "Man~ don't even joke like that." "I am really serious, look." Brian lifted his weary head up. He immediately perked-up when he saw them. "Oh shit! Oh fuck, that's them! Come let's go!" he grabbed his Sprite, stood up, and went to go approach them, Björn followed suit. "Daniel's gonna be so jealous," remarked Björn. "Jealous? He's got a mom and daughter fucking him as we speak! D-Nova's in heaven right now. Now you keep it on the down low, you let me do the talking." He approached the girls and said in his deep voice, "Why hello ladies!" The girls turned around, they looked at him with blank expressions. Björn squeezed past him and went right for Vivi. He grabbed her hand. "Umm, hello, my, my name is Björn, I am from Sweden, I-I have wanted to meet you for a long time. You...delight me." Vivi giggled. "Oh my, thank you." "Delight me?" Soyo whispered to Regina. Regina responded with her trademark shrug. "Hey girls, I got all the loving you need right here!" Brian said outloud. Soyo glared at him. "Yo, none of us are in the mood for loving, see I got this sore jaw, and Regina's new so she still not ready for casual sex, you get me?" Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 03 He sat down next to Soyo and smiled. "That's cool; I'm down with that, I just wanna get to know you girls better. Hey Regina, I saw you on T.V." "Did you now." "Oh man, that was so good what you did, when you rammed that dildo into her pussy, like lifting your knee and BAM!" he slapped his hands loudly, "Just getting it in there like that, fuck, that was fucking hot. How'd you do it?" Regina paused to sip her milk. "...I slipped, that's all." "You slipped and ended up having sex with a girl?" "Yup." Brian burst out laughing. "Hahaha, ah fuck, I love this girl." Regina gave a little sly smile as she drank her milk. Meanwhile, Björn was whispering into Vivi's ear, only small fragments of what he said could be heard by the others. "I wanna buy you the cutest, umm, dress...bows, toys...tuck you in real tight, ahh...candy-flavoured on my special, umm, parts...Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! Yes...ending with a flower in the, umm, you know where." After he was done telling her his explicitly planned out sexcapde, Vivi was given a few seconds to process it. "So... I should bring my own pyjamas?" "Well, ahh, I'm sure I got some that will fit you, but yes your own will be, umm, much better." "Coolzees! Wanna do this tomorrow? Can't today cause I got stuff to do with my friends." Björn eyes grew wide; he couldn't believe what he'd just heard. "Yes, yes! That's perfect, thank you so much!" Brian lifted his drink up, "Good job my brutha!" "Thank you Brian. Ahh, of course thank you again Vivi." "I want do it, sounds like fun, hehe," she replied with a warm smile. After this exchange, all five teenagers transitioned into a conversation about their pre-Tabootopia lives. While Regina, Vivi and Soyo had relatively normal lives before coming to The Nation of Incest, Brian and Björn did not have such easy childhoods. During the conversation, Brian described his previous life: "Ah, you know, I was bounced a lot, home-to-home, no one really kept me for too long, was living alone for a long while, you know how it is. For reals, I didn't have any friends, I mean none till I came here, my first friends were Björn right here and D-Nova, who's currently fucking a mom and a daughter right now, much love to my brutha, he's getting it done...Yeah it wasn't good, but shit's fucking sweet right now, I appreciate every single day here, for sure, I thank God I ended up here." Soft-spoken Björn's life was not much better. "Umm, it's pretty difficult for me to remember, it was, hmm, a really bad time. I was a reclusive person, I had no friends, I was a more alone-type person...It got really worse when I was," he paused to clear his throat, "When in school, everyone found out about my, umm, my interests, the, the, umm, type of things I like. From there on, life was quite miserable for me, truly, but everything got so much better when I came here to Tabootopia, where I get to be me, where I can be, umm, open and have people accept me. I love it here; this place is like, umm, I would say it's like a dream come true." They all talked about their previous lives for a great while -- almost three hours. In a completely un-erotic situation, the five teenagers had gotten to know each other on a personal level. "I didn't get what 'bukkae' was before they showed me -- oh yo: look at the time," remarked Soyo, "We better go to that bitch's house." "Which bitch?" asked Brian. "Paula, Ms. Everest, or whatever she calls herself," replied Regina. She stood up, dusted herself off, then hugged Brian as he was sitting. "Oh this I like!" "Bye, I've enjoyed getting to know you." Regina then kissed him on his cheek, went close to his ear and whispered something. He looked at the ground and replied solemnly, "Yeah... thank you." Vivi gave her number to Björn, put her arms around him and surprised him with a peck on the lips. "That's a big girl kiss," she said with a giggle. "Come on, let's get that bitch!" Soyo grabbed the two girls by their arms, dashing towards the exit. "Bye guys! Next time: I suck!" The guys waved happily as the girls left. Björn and Brian sat quietly for a few moments, still buzzing from their encounter. "Good day..." said Björn. "Yeah, fuck yeah Brutha, real good day." *** 4:55pm. After a late-lunch, the girls made the long thirty-minute walk to the house of Paula Dragomir. "Where does she live again?" asked Soyo. "Umm, number fifty-one," Regina paused when she saw an out-of-place truck parked near Paula's house, she felt uneasy about this encounter. "Oh, umm, yeah that's her house." The girls went towards the door of the two-story house. They saw a note on it which read: "go through the back." They went through the open back gate, saw steam coming from the distance, then found the Dragomir family, all nude, relaxing in their large blue hot tub. In the tub were Mr. Dragomir and his children Peter and Paula. "Hello," greeted Mr. Dragomir, "Come, join us!" Mr. Dragomir was a slightly pale, Eastern European man with rosy cheeks, thinning brown hair and blue eyes. Vivi clapped her hands, then immediately began disrobing, Soyo did the same, she was grinning while she tossed her clothes off. Being invited into a nude family's hot tub was nothing out of the ordinary for these two girls. "Come on Genie," said Vivi as she unhooked her bra, "Let's get in!" Regina sighed, she had a bad feeling about this, but decided to bite the bullet and go along with it; she quickly took off her shirt, pants, bra, panties, socks and shoes. Vivi entered into the tub first, her pert, youthful breasts on display. Soyo entered after her, walking slowly up those steps, wiggling her butt as she entered the water. Regina held her breasts, taking a quick glance at Paula as she went into the tub. Regina was secretly impressed at the size of Paula's naturally large floatable breasts, Paula took a look too, she licked her lips when she saw Regina's perfectly untouched teen vagina. "Ohhh!" Vivi felt a tingle go through her body when she sat in the tub. The bubbling water certainly met with her approval. "Come, feel this!" Vivi grabbed Soyo's hand and put it on her vagina, "See? Feel the fluffy fur? It's going up!" Soyo stroked her friend's well-groomed vaginal hair. "Ahh, that's real nice, damn I'm a jealous bitch, wish I could grow a bush like that!" "Not a bush," she replied while giggling, "I call it my lawn, cause it trimmed, get it?" "Well when I try to grow mine out, it's more a patch of weeds." "No! Your shaved vagina tastes like cotton candy, it's delicious!" "Aww, that's why you my home girl, my B.F.F!" "I love you so much," Vivi rubbed her cheek on Soyo's, as she did, she saw Peter, the short, shy, legally-aged brother of Paula. He had a big smile on his face; he was looking at the two girls with pleading puppy dog eyes. Vivi motioned her hand towards him, "Come ere, come on," she said in a gentle tone. "Don't be shy." He paddled over, Regina nudged aside so he could sit next to Vivi. She held his twig-like arm and put his hand on her vagina. He gasped loudly when he felt her "lawn." "That's so sweet of you, you mind having intercourse with him?" asked his father. "He's too shy to ask, will that be ok?" Vivi was about to respond, but stopped when she saw Soyo out the corner of her eye: she was almost salivating at Peter's compact well-built lightweight frame. Vivi kissed him on the top of his head, "You want to have sex with Soyo? She's the pretty girl right next to me." He nodded his head intently. "He's all yours." "Ohhh! Come to mama you little micro-stud!" pleaded Soyo. She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him towards her. Soyo wrapped her thighs around his small waist, locking him in close, rubbing her hands on his short brown hair and trim back. She held him as he peppered her neck with light kisses, his clammy hands all over her breasts. As Soyo and Peter smashed against each other in the corner, Vivi made googly eyes at Mr. Dragomir. She went over to him, sticking her lips in his face. "Mr Dragomir, I prefer older men, the daddy types, ya know?" He gave her a devilish smile, then without warning, grabbed her ass with his claw-like grip, pulled her in close and began making-out with her. This left Regina and Paula as the only coupling left. Regina was looking at the grass, trying not to draw attention to herself. While she did that, Paula inched herself closer. Regina felt Paula's breast brush against her arm, she turned around and saw Paula's thin lips plucked and going in for a kiss. "Whoa! What're you doing?" "I was just going for a kiss, is that ok?" "Umm, no, it's not." "Oh why? Are you not attracted to me?" "It's not that," Regina paused when she heard a buzzing sound, just at that moment her suspensions were confirmed. "It's this," Regina lifted her arm up, slapped the water, made it fly in the air and hit a nearby bush. The bush shook; a loud thud sound could be heard. "That was a cameraman, wasn't it? I spotted the T.V truck before we came in; I knew you'd pull something like this." Paula snarled, she mumbled Romanian obscenities under her breath. Regina smirked, "Looks like you won't be getting your Kay Parker main-event this week." Paula stayed silent. The two sat quietly as they watched Soyo suck Peter's tongue and Mr. Dragomir shove his cock in Vivi's face. "Suck it, suck it, suck it for Big Daddy!" he loudly shouted while shoving his pelvis in her face. "You been bad! Bad!" Meanwhile, Peter's body was shaking when he felt his cock go inside Soyo's vagina. "That's it, yes, fuck yeah make those waves, yo." After around five minutes, Paula decided she had something to say. She spoke in a whispery tone, "I don't know what you are, I don't know if you like girls. I don't know who you are." "What did you say?" she replied with genuine anger. "You were going to kiss me if I wasn't taping us...why did I even invite you? You annoy me..." "Umm, whatever." Regina stood up to address her friends. "Hey, I'm getting out." "Ok, oh, oh, oh, fuck! Don't bite me down there!" Soyo was having trouble keeping Peter in line. "You little animal, you feral fucking beast, yo!" "Ok Genie -- ow!" Mr. Dragomir smacked Vivi's ass. "Did I say you could talk?" "N-no." "So keep sucking!" "Yes Sir." While Regina got dressed, she thought about Paula's strange behaviour. Paula went from bitchy, nice, then, turned in to a pouting little girl, a whole plethora of personalities. Actually, Regina knew exactly what Paula was: a spoilt brat. It didn't matter how physically attractive she was, Regina was not turned-on by brattyness. Regina waited as her friends finished up. The tide had turned in the hot tub: sweet, innocent looking Peter was giving Soyo what she calls a "skull fuck"; meanwhile, the seemingly kind, generous Mr. Dragomir was role-playing as a strict, rough disciplinarian with Vivi. "Good, good girl, you suck penis well, did you have a good teacher?" He asked as he stood over her, his cock right in front of her face. "Y-yes, my mom--" "Quiet!" he shoved his cock back in her mouth. Eventually, after ten minutes of fucking, both Dragomirs went for their finishing sequences. Peter was shoving his cock in her mouth, his hands on top of her head; he was literally mounting Soyo's head as he rested his feet on top of the tub. Mr. Dragomir had Vivi turned on her stomach, his elbow on her back, cock inserted inside her ass, his free hand slapping her tush. He looked over at his daughter to see if she was turned-on: she was not; she was looking at her nails. Mr. Dragomir spoke to his son in Romanian. "Peter, your mother is coming home soon; I think you should be clean before she arrives, you know how she hates the mess." Peter nodded to his father, took his cock out, stroked it at a lightning-quick pace, then cummed hard, right on Soyo's face. "Oh fuck! Fuck you yo!" she said with her eyes closed, cum in her hair and face. She hit him with a palm strike to the stomach, sending him flying into the water. "Fucking brat! You got cum all over me! All in my mouth, fuck, yo that's some strong jizzing, mother fucker! fuck...So I'll see you soon, kay?" He nodded happily. Mr. Dragomir cummed on Vivi's back, leaving red handprints all over her soft creamy skin. She was leaning on the edge of the tub, her ass hanging in the air. "Ahh!" he sat down in the tub. "Oh we better clean this hot tub, it is newly brought." "I, I, know how to do that," Vivi spoke while trying to get her breath back; "...Me and my dad do it in the pool all time. I just, just need to get some, some stuff from the kitchen." "Ah how useful," he patted Vivi on the butt. She halfway fell out the tub, then went inside the house -- her body soaking wet, cum dripping off her legs. In Romanian, Mr.Dragomir asked his daughter, "So what do you think of what I just did with her? Would you say I'm back on top form?" "Are you trying to joke with me? Look at yourself, you're sweating, your face is red, you think that performance will get us back on Inside Kay Parker? Your out-of-shape body is the reason why that tramp is so famous." Mr. Dragomir didn't respond. Soyo got out the tub and got dressed. She gave kissy faces to Peter. "Mwah, stay hot, keep rubbing that little peter out." Vivi came back holding a bunch of cleaning products. "Here, put these in, they'll help with the naughty fluids." "Oh thank you dear." She placed the products on the floor and went to put her clothes on. After they were all fully dressed, they left the Dragomir house. Vivi was limping out the driveway. "Ouchies, Paula's dad gave it to me hard. I like it ruff-ruff, but that was too ruff-ruff." Soyo adjusted her jaw. "Three blowjobs in one day is my limit, I'm sore as fuck. Come on Vivi, you can chill at my crib, I got some cocoa." "Really!? With marshmallows?" "Oh for sure, your home-girl's got your hook-up." "Thanks...Hey, Genie-Baby, I'm going to take a nap at Soyo's house, what're you going to do?" "Oh right, while you two were in the hot tub, my mom sent me a text message, she told me to come home for some sort of dinner thing." "Ok Genie, guess we'll see ya tomorrow." "Yeah, yeah sure." "Bye Genie, it was a fun day," she said with a smile. "Yo, protect that ass," said Soyo. "Bye," she smiled at them, folded her arms and walked in the opposite direction, onward to her home. Meanwhile in the hot tub, Paula was venting her frustration. "You two, don't move!" Peter and his dad were stopped from leaving the tub. "Peter, Father, you know I have cameramen here, filming this, how'd you think Mr. Sanchez will feel if we end it like this? He will be as disappointed as I am in both of you!" They hung their heads in shame, staying silent as Paula berated them. "Really? Really? What was that? You think this is my standard? This!? Explain yourselves!?" she smacked the water loudly, her brother whimpering at his sister's rage. "Come, stand next to me. Now!" Her brother and father stood on either side of her. She grabbed their cocks and violently jerked at them. They stood stoically as they quickly cummed all over her face. She rubbed the cum of her face, down to her breasts, stood up, turned around, and showed the results: her giant breasts shimmering in a shinny white light. "That...that will do." *** 6:40pm After Regina got home, she had a quick shower (which is something you do after being in the hot tub of an incestual sex family), got dressed and went in the living room. The Cestin's house had a modern décor, with a large flat-screen in the living room, an adjunct dining room complete with large table, three bedrooms, with peach wallpaper in every room. Regina was sitting with her little brother Tommy. "So anything interesting happen to you?" she asked. He shook his head while on his BlackBerry. "Na-nah." "Tommy, clean your room, we got people coming over," shouted his mother from the kitchen. Tommy left the room. After he was gone, Regina grabbed the remote and switched the T.V on. On the screen, she saw a teenage boy -- white, brown hair, chiselled good looks -- in his bedroom, sitting on his bed, wearing just his boxers. He was holding an American football, looking at it with discontent. Suddenly, there was a knock on his door. "Oh, umm, who is it?" he sounded like a stereotypical 1970's American teen. "It's me," a woman replied. "Oh, Mom, come on in." A wholesome looking, blond, curly-haired woman walked into the room. She was wearing a long bathrobe. "Well why you look so glum?" she asked in her down-home accent. He sighed. "It's just...we got the big game tomorrow, and I don't think I have it in me to play, I mean the team is just trying its hardest out there, but I just can't do the throws I want. I'm thinking of asking Coach to put me on the bench." His mother looked at him with a stern expression. "Now that's not the kind of talk I want out my boy, you hear me? You got State Champion written all over you, you ain't quitting on that team and you ain't quitting on me." "I don't know Mom; I just don't have the motivation." "Is it motivation you want? Well I got it right here," his mother untied her robe and quickly took it off. His eyes lit up when he saw his mother wearing his football jersey -- with no other pieces of clothing on her fine, busty figure. "Is this enough motivation for you?" "M-mom!" "Now I was gonna give you a good roll-about before you played, but seeing you in this state, well it would be just wrong of me as a mother to do that. Now, if you win, I think I might reward you, so take a good, hard look at me and use it to help you win!" "Gosh golly I will Mom, I will!" They cut to the scene of the big game. The son, dressed in his uniform, was shown throwing precise passes to all his receivers. His mother, in a tight blue dress, was shown on the sidelines, cheering him on. They then showed the son lifting a trophy with his teammates, his smiling mother winking at him. They slowly faded away from that to show a softly-lighted bedroom. There was soft jazz music playing in the background, candles and petals all around the room. On the floor, you could see the son's football jersey, along with his mother's dress, red bra and panties. Heavy panting and the creaking sounds of the bed could be heard. The camera moved to the side, the sounds getting louder -- then the big reveal: the mother, fully nude, sweating, sitting on top of her son, riding his cock. "Yes, yes, yes, I knew you could do it, it's a mother's job to bring the best out her boy." "Gosh, you're the best Mom!" he grabbed her ass, she giggled, went down and kissed him on the lips. The show faded to commercial. "More from 'The Cummings" after these messages from our sponsors!" Regina watched the commercials with much interest. A montage of women wearing lingerie was shown, with a seductive female voiceover speaking in a Mexican accent: "Mother's Choice, the sexiest brand of lingerie designed for mothers. We got purple, crimson red, sunny yellow, the most eye-catchingly seductive colours that will make those boys just say 'wow!' Sale now on at all lingerie stores." Next, a succession of short clips featuring teenage girls in speedo one-piece swimsuits appeared on screen. These girls were in an indoor pool, the location being very familiar to Regina. "Principal Sanchez, the principal of principle, is proud to announce Kay Parker High's latest video: 'Young, Wild, Wet! The Girls of Kay Parker High's Swimming Classes! Volume 4 (all legal.)' Watch as the sexiest, tightest girls in the world squeeze their supple teenage frames into hot, sweaty, rubber swimsuits! They frolic, they play, they get dirty! And it's all in H.D! Go to any good store were D.V.D's are sold and buy now! Alternatively, go to our website, KPHDVD.com, and order direct, if you do, you will get a bonus preview of our next feature: 'Turning Tide: Mother's Spanked!' Don't wait, order now!" Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 03 The rest of the commercials were for mundane things like coffee, phones and internet providers. Though the internet provider did offer greater porn download speeds to new subscribers. The rest of 'The Cummings' was one long, prolonged sex scene between mother and son. She rode him, she sucked his cock, he went on top, he cummed, they kissed. During the duration of the show, Regina had placed her hand on her jeans; she was rubbing her inner leg. "Regina!" her mother entered the room. "Stop masturbating, save yourself, we'll have people over soon." Regina was blushing. "I-I wasn't, I was --" Just then, Regina's father burst into the house. "What a day, what a day. My God what a day I had -- oh! There's my credit card, I must've left it on the table. Oh hello dear," he kissed his wife on the cheek. "How was the boat ride?" "It was great, I loved every second of it, I must get back on it when it comes back. The men were so great, I cummed so many times." "Ew, Mom." "Oh hello Regina. Honey did I mention I saw Regina on the sports-field? Her friend gave me oral sex. So what happened with you and Paula? My friends are dying to know." Regina stood up and went upstairs. "I'm going to my room; call me when you need me." As she turned the handle to get in her room, she overheard her mother saying, "She's really getting used to this place." *** 7:45pm Regina and her brother were back on the couch, awaiting their guests. Their parents were hovering around them, making sure everything was in place. Claire was wearing a black strapy dress while her husband had made minimal effort, wearing a red polo shirt with black trousers. Their kids made no effort; they wore the same clothes from earlier in the day. "So who's coming over anyway?" Regina asked her mother. "Oh I never did tell you. Well, when I was on the boat, I met a friend of Vera, you know Vera, well her friend is so nice I invited her and her family to dinner. Her name is Yukari, she's from Japan." Claire heard a knock at the door. "Oh that's them, come on Matt." They opened the door and saw Yukari there. "Oh hello, come on in," greeted Claire. "Hello," she replied with a big smile. Yukari was wearing a stylish, form-fitting white dress shirt with the buttons undone right to her cleavage, along with tight black trousers. She took her slip-on shoes off and walked into the house, bare footed. She gave Claire a big hug. Right behind her was her husband. He was a very tan Asian man, around 5'7, slightly stocky build, short dark hair, looked to be in his mid-30's, wearing a green polo shirt with grey slacks. "Hello, happy to meet you! I'm Greg." he had a huge grin on his face as he gave Matthew a hardy handshake. He spoke in an American accent. "Hi I'm Matt," he replied. After him was Keisuke, Yukari's son, he tiptoed past the adults, gave Tommy a nod and sat next to him. Greg turned around and shouted, "Hey, you can come in now." A female voice could be heard sighing. Every one of the Cestin's heads turned when they saw a tall female figure enter the house. "Oh hell no..." Regina's mouth dropped when she saw who'd just walked in. She glared at Regina with a menacing expression. "Good to see you too, shower buddy." The girl that had just entered her house was the same person who violated her in the school showers: Tammie Kwon. *** 8:05pm The Cestin's and the Takahashi/Kwon's were getting along splendidly. The boys were in Tommy's room, playing video games. The mothers were discussing sex toys, while the dads were locked in an intense discussion about Kay Parker High School girls. The only two not getting along were, of course, Tammie and Regina, which was unsurprising, as threatening to stick a dildo in an anal virgin's ass does sour even the best of relationships. Tammie was a tall, Amazonian-like, 6'1 Korean teen girl. She had an amazingly athletic toned body; bronze skin; luscious jet-black hair tied-up into a neat ponytail; perfectly round, small, youthful breasts; long, powerful-looking, yet slender legs and rounding it all off with a firm solid ass. She was wearing a tight grey vest with black track pants. Tammie was standing in the corner; Regina approached her, holding a drink. "So..." Regina didn't know how to start the conversation. "What do you want?" she asked in her cocky California accent. "Well, I-I just wanted you to know that there will be no shirt-ripping tonight, s-so if you try anything, I'll fight back like I did last time." She smirked. "What? You scared?" "What? No." "Relax, I'm not working tonight. Besides, if I wanted your ass, there's nothing you can do to stop me. In fact, you'd only have two options: take it, like it. Fuck you." "Yeah, whatever..." There was an awkward silence between the two. Regina cleared her throat. "Hey... I'm just curious, something's been bugging me. I mean, I don't wanna sound rude or nothing, I just noticed that you and your dad are Korean-American, while your mom and brother are Japanese -- and they're from Japan. How is it that you're all related?" Tammie glared at her. "Well, duh, she's not my mom, she's my step-mom and he's my step-brother. She met my dad here in Tabootopia, obviously." "Yeah I guessed that, was just curious is all," she shrugged. "Well, you're the only one that noticed. I guess since we're all 'Asian', everyone just groups us together." Regina let off a little sly grin. "Are you, are you complimenting me?" Tammie was blushing. "What? Don't flatter yourself." Regina giggled quietly. "S-Stop trying to hit-on me. If I want you, I'll have you on my terms, and trust me, it won't be a nice experience for you." "Oh I don't know about that, last time was just so nice," she said jokingly. Regina could see past Tammie's tough bravado, she was having fun prodding the girl who many thought of as cold and ruthless. Regina instinctively knew there was another side to her -- and she wanted to get it out of her. Why she wanted to do this, even she didn't know. Regina playfully poked Tammie on the arm. She no-sold the poking and tried to keep stoic. The poking did get to her eventually. "I swear to God if you don't stop I'll kick you in the cunt." "Ok," Regina lifted her hands up, then gave Tammie a lightning-fast poke on the vagina. "Ohh! You!" Tammie was fuming with anger. "I'm gonna get you for that." Regina giggled, turned around and walked away from her. From across the room, Claire had spotted the girls behaviour. "Oh how cute, our girls are flirting with each other." Yukari looked over at them. "Yes, Tammie, she usually, umm, quite girl." "Wow, I never seen Regina be so talkative before, they really bring the best out each other." "I agree. So, after dinner, me, you, bedroom?" "Yes I'm looking forward to it. Hey, you never know, maybe our girls will take each other to the bedroom too..." *** 8:15pm It was dinner time. Everyone was at the dining table, the Cestin's on the left, the Takahashi/Kwon's on the right, sitting across each other with these parings from left to right: Tommy and Keisuke, Matthew and Greg, Claire and Yukari and at the end, Regina and Tammie. They were all tucking into their roast dinner, enjoying some polite conversation. "So Regina," asked Greg. "You got any idea what you're doing this fall?" She shrugged, "I don't know, never thought about it." "Regina's really good at English," remarked Matthew, "but I don't think the program of teaching at her current school suits her." He was referring to Kay Parker High's English teacher, Miss Bolovey, whose teaching methods lean towards more sexual pursuits rather than traditional curriculum-based learning. For example, Regina's homework assignment was not to write an essay on a book she's read, instead she was told to have roleplay sex where she played the role of an attractive cousin, coming over for a visit for the first time in a long while, with the key characteristic she told to display being 'shyness turning into passion'. (Regina unknowingly passed this assignment when Miss Bolovey watched Regina have sex with Tammie.) "Oh we all know that school is not really about teaching," replied Greg. "Regina, you ever thought about going to New Babylon University? Tammie's going there." "Yeah, maybe we can share a room," she said with an evil grin. "I don't know, maybe." Wanting some payback for earlier, Tammie stretched out her bare foot, lifted it up, and began rubbing Regina's left leg under the table. Regina didn't mind playing footsie, only problem was that Tammie's legs were so much longer than hers, so Regina couldn't play back, Tammie was in complete control. Regina, unable to respond, was at her mercy -- again. Tammie stroked her foot slowly down the length of Regina's leg, looking at her with a smug smile. Tammie licked her lips, blowing a sly kiss to her rival. She then lifted her leg up, putting her toe right next to Regina's crotch. "Ohh," Regina dropped her fork when she felt Tammie's big toe ticking her vagina lips. "T-this food is so hot," she said while covering up her pleasure. Tammie retreated, having made her point. She seductively mouthed the word "anytime." Meanwhile, Claire nudged herself closer to Yukari. "Umm, this is a bit embarrassing to say, but I'm kinda getting anxious here. You think you could show me that thing you were talking about, a-after we done eating?" She nodded. "Yes, no problem." *** 9:05pm Dinner was over; the boys had gone back to Tommy's room, while the Dads were watching a replay of Tammie and Regina's sexual encounter in the showers. "Look at that," commented Greg, "Watch this, watch, see how Tammie is on the floor, look, watch how she transitions out of that position, grabs the pussy, spins, turns, bam! That's top of the food chain sex right there, that's some scary skill she's displaying." "Incredible stuff, yes." Matthew was impressed with Greg's insight. "Honey~" Claire peeked her head in the doorway. "All us girls are in our bedrooms, you guys be fine down here?" "Yeah, yeah great," he replied with his gaze stuck on the screen. "Great, see ya in the morning." Greg was confused. "Hey, shouldn't we ask to watch." "Nah! She always does better when it's just the women around her, if I watch, she'll get turned-off. Besides, I'm taping them." "Right on, right on...oh watch, look how Tammie twirls that thumb, look at that positioning, see that? That's perfect motion." Meanwhile, the girls were in Regina's room. Regina was standing in the middle of the room, her arms crossed. "I-I don't get why you have to stay in my room." Tammie was sitting at the end of the bed. "Can't you guess? You know our dads will try to mount me if I'm alone with them and our moms will try to go down on me. I don't blame them, I mean look at me? I'm hot!" "Yeah, whatever -- " Regina lost her train of thought when she saw Tammie causally take her pants off, revealing her small red thong, stretching out her long limber legs, her sexy moist thighs on display. "...What you staring at?" "Umm, what? Nothing." Regina came back to her senses. "H-Hey, why you taking your pants off?" "Duh, I'm getting comfortable, I am sleeping over." "No you're not!" "Yes, I am, didn't you know that?" in Tabootopia, a nation based around sex, sleeping over is very common. "Do you even know what's going on in your own house?" "O-Of course I do." She did not. Tammie smirked then stood up. "Come, I'll show you. Do not make any noise." Regina shrugged. "Yeah, ok...whatever." Regina walked behind her, her gaze stuck on Tammie's deliciously athletic ass. They approached Tommy's room. The door was half-open, the lights still on. Tammie pushed the door open with her finger, not wanting to make any sound. When they didn't hear either of them talking, the girls crept inside. The room had a large television and Xbox 360 in the top corner, with a small bed on the left. The girls first saw Tommy, snoring loudly, his face buried in the pillow. They went in further and found Keisuke, laying flat on his back, dozing away quietly. Tammie quickly dashed out the room. Regina saw Tommy's BlackBerry; she tiptoed over to it to read the incoming message. "You guys suck! Let me make it clear: you're too old and slow, you suck! Rabid The Clown." Tammie came back holding a pillow and blanket. She gently placed the pillow under her little brother's head, then put the blanket over him, all without waking him. Regina smirked at Tammie's kind gesture. In response, Tammie stuck her middle finger at her, mouthing the words "fuck you." They tiptoed out the room, shutting the door gently. "What got them so tired?" Regina wondered. "Don't know, don't care." "Aw, that was so cute what you did for your brother." Tammie glared at her. "You tell anyone, I will bite you on the labia." "Ok, ok," she said with a smile. "So, wanna see what our dads are doing?" "Yeah, sure." They leaned over the railing to take a listen in on their fathers' conversation. Greg was continuing his analyses. "Yeah it surprised me that Tammie got dominated, but what really surprised me was how it happened, you know what I mean?" Matt agreed. "Yes, yes. You know I knew Regina had it in her, but I do agree with you, what she did with her, I was very impressed. Oh that's right, I almost forgot, I just brought the new Best of Rachel Steele High, It may be a smaller school, but it has some really exciting sex, they have this thing called Gym Sex, where the boys and girls locker rooms are -- oh you must already know all that. No wait! We should watch Inside Kay Parker; it's on in a couple minutes." "They're not going anywhere," Tammie concurred. "Yep." "So that just leaves our moms, come now, I'll show you what they're doing." The girls walked down the hall, to the furthest bedroom. Regina could hear faint sounds coming from the room. As she got closer, the sounds became moans and they got louder and louder . Regina couldn't believe what she was hearing, "No way, my mom can't be doing that, she's not like that." "Heh, you have much to learn." They kneeled down and peeked through the narrow opening. Regina was stunned at what she saw. There was Yukari, on her knees, fully nude, giving oral pleasure to Regina's mother, her naked body laid out on the bed, writhing in pleasure. "Oh don't stop, oh, oh, oh!" Claire was holding on tight to Yukari's head. "Ohhh fuck that's good!" Regina couldn't take her eyes off it: her own mother getting oral sex from another woman. To her amazement, she wasn't horrified at what she was seeing, she was quite intrigued, even somewhat aroused. "Ha, Yukari is twirling her tongue into your mom's pussy, I swear your mom's gonna squirt all over her! I can tell." Yukari had opened Claire's legs wider, blowing air into her soft pink lips. Claire was panting heavily, her cheeks bright-red, sweat running down her body. Yukari then found Claire's clit, she licked it with the tip of her tongue, causing Claire to moan even louder, her legs shaking like leafs. Tammie tapped Regina on the shoulder. "Come on, let's go, if Yukari sees you she'll rip you apart, she loves it bald and ripe." "O-Ok, right, right." The girls walked back to Regina's room. "I only did all that to pass the time, don't think we're friends or something stupid like that." "Yeah, whatever." Regina shrugged. She sat on the bed, Tammie sat on the windowsill. She looked at Tammie with an ominous stare. "What? Why you looking at me like that?" "I know you, as soon as I fall asleep; you're going to do things to me." "Bitch please, don't get such a big head. Just because I dragged you into a shower just one time -- just once -- doesn't mean I wanna marry you or something. And what's all this about you knowing me? Umm, you do know I only met you two days ago?" Tammie stuck out two fingers to add further emphasis, "Two days! Two days! You can't know someone in two days." "Ok, ok...I still think you're going to try something." Tammie sighed, "Ok, if you still on edge, why don't you try to bore me to sleep? That's a good idea, go on, try it, tell me about your day, I'm sure that will send me to sleep." "Well...ok." *** 9:45pm "So Paula starts shouting at her dad, in like, Romanian, I think, I got no idea what they said, all I know was her dad was so humiliated at whatever she said to him, he looked so glum." "God! Paula's dad is a total cuntface, giving such hard anal, who would wanna do that to Vivian? she's got a good body sure, though she doesn't turn me on at all, the most I could do with her was a finger-fuck, fucking her was like fucking a Care Bear. That guy and his whole family can suck my toes, every last one of them..." Regina had just finished telling Tammie about her day. Though she wouldn't admit it, Tammie was enjoying their talk. Regina suddenly remembered she'd left a detail out. "There was one thing I forgot to mention: so when I was in the bar, I saw this thing on the television called Sex Games." Tammie smirked. "You know I compete in those? I'm a top-class competitor. I already got some titles at home: Best Anal Scene, Best Ass (for the month of July), Best Stamina." "Oh really? I noticed they've all got stage names, so what's yours?" "T.K-won," she said proudly. "Huh...that's not very good." "What? Fuck you bitch, it's spelled T with a dot, then K, then a hyphen between K and w, making it spell out T.K-won, as in T.K has just won! Now you get it?" "Oh now I get it, yeah I guess that works." Regina was stopped mid-shrug. "Don't you shrug your shoulders at me! You're looking at the next Sex Games Grand Sex Champion." "Huh, what's that?" "You don't have the first idea about any of this stuff do you?" Tammie sighed. "Fine, to pass the time, I'll explain The Sex Games rankings. In Sex Games, there is no winner and loser, not that it matters, as I know I always win. Well anyway, the girls get rankings, eight in total. You start at the bottom and work up to the highest rank: Grand Sex Champion. There's only ever been one in the entire history of Tabootopia, it's a really tough goal, though most of the other girls don't care about getting to the top, they see The Sex Games as an opportunity to get scouted, get their own magazine deals, TV shows, all that stuff. I'm sure I'm the only one trying to get to the top...not that I care what you think." "Oh so you feel like there's no point doing it unless you win, you wanna be number one?" "Yeah, number one! There is no point doing it if you don't aim for the top. I'm undefeated -- and you don't count in the record, ok? You didn't end my streak, that doesn't count! Got it?" "Ok...So, that's like your dream? Being the best at Sex Games?" Regina had hit a nerve. "What!? Don't be stupid; dreams are unachievable, they're not real: what I'm doing is. I'm going to the top; it's all a matter of time." "So how many people you told that to?" "No one, they don't get it, they lack my ambition, which I totally get." "Well, since you told me, I guess I better tell you something, but you promise not to tell anyone?" Tammie scoffed at her offer. "What? Please bitch, I'm not a sharer: I'm a taker. If it's some deep dark secret, I'm telling everyone." Regina giggled. "I know you won't." "Yeah, whatever...so go on, tell me." "Ok. Here goes." *** 6:25am It's early morning; the sun was peeking out through the curtains. The first person it hit was Greg Kwon, he was seated on the couch, having fallen asleep while watching T.V. He awoke slowly, his eyes adjusting to the bright light. "Man, what time is it?" he looked at his watch, "what? Six?" he shook his friend Matthew, who was dozing away right next to him. "Hey, Matt, come on wake up." Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 03 "Hmm, huh? Is it morning?" he spoke in a groggy voice. "What happened? What I fall asleep during?" "Escalating Tensions." Matthew chuckled to himself. "Yeah that sounds about right...You know we should really do this again, Greg." "No doubt, our families get along so, so well." "Yes, yes..." A perverted thought popped into Mathew's head. "You know what we should do? We-we should peek on the girls, Tammie and Regina." "Excellent idea my friend, come let's do it." Both men stood up, halfway hobbling up the stairs. Matthew pointed at Regina's room. "That's the room, ah we at luck, the door is just a little open, come, let's take a peek in." They looked inside and were surprised by what they saw. "Now what the fuck is this?" asked Greg. "I-I never seen anything like it." Regina, fully clothed, was flat on her back, on the bed, sleeping silently. Tammie was resting on the ledge, also clothed, in a quiet slumber. Greg was not pleased. "Come on now, they're both wearing clothes, far away from each other, please don't tell me they actually talked all night." "It seems that's what happened." "Well I for one am very disappointed, I actually feel offended that they didn't have sex, I mean it: I'm offended our daughters didn't have sex with each other. I'm sorry Matt, I think Tammie really should've instigated things, I raised her better than this." "Oh its fine, it's fine," replied Mathew. "Girls will be girls." "Well, oh well. Hey look at this," Greg took out his phone, "I got a text message while I was sleeping, it's from Principal Sanchez." "What's it about?" Greg quickly read the message. "Nice! The school's doing a hottest mom contest. He's inviting every student's mom to compete. Oh I got a killer idea! We should enter our wives!" "I love it! School students drooling all over each other's mothers, gosh that sounds just terrific. I tell you that sort of thing is just up my alley, oh boy." "I'm texting him right now, I'm telling him to put our wives down as 'maybes', because they have to agree first." "Oh yes, of course." "...and done. So now what to do?" "Well, I was thinking, since I was up already, I'd cook both our families breakfast, how's that sound?" "Sounds like a plan. Come, I'll help you out." End Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 04 Copyright © 2011, Surt, ALL Rights Reserved. There is no need to read any previous Tabootopia chapters before reading this as everything relevant is explained throughout the story. Anyone involved in anything sexual is of the legal age limit. Feedback is always appreciated and replied to. Thanks for reading and enjoy! The Celebrity templates are: Shohreh Aghdashloo is Farah Azim DeeAnn Donovan is Dynamite Diana Susan Sarandon is Miss Bolovey Amanda Bynes is Regina Cestin Madeline Zima is Vivian Keentucker Brenda Song is Soyo Banks Tracy-Ann Oberman is Vera Banks Kirsten Davis is Claire Cestin Chisato Shoda is Yukari Takahashi-Kwon *** The crowd had been thrown into a fever pitch; the last performance was absolutely what they wanted to see. The pressure was on for the next performer, but she knew she could deliver and so did her son. "Our final performer of the day, she is The Middle-Eastern Sex Bomb!" The crowd gasped. "Hey!" The MC retorted. "Quiet down, quiet down! Ahem, anyway, here she is: Farah Azim!" Farah adjusted her robe, walked up the stairs, pushed aside the curtain and walked into the shining light. Her son went towards the curtain to watch the action take place... *** His mom is hot. It's something he has been told over and over. Erotic fascinations were unloaded on him each day. While walking down the street with her, guys would stop and stare. They'd admire and sometimes comment on his mother's hip swaying walk. While playing in the schoolyard he'd get questions from his peers about his mother's choice of delicate lingerie. These types of questions became common place in his life, though the big question only his friends would dare ask him. That question was if he regarded his own mother to be "hot". His answer was always no, but the real answer was slightly more complicated. He did think she was hot, yet he had no clichéd perverse fantasies of himself involved in any sexual contact with her; to him that felt so wrong. Seeing his mother in states of undress, having other people drool over her, knowing, thinking about her having sex, now this did appeal. The thoughts did not consume him; he regarded this fetish as more of an interesting sideline when his porno collection ran dry. His mother's name was Farah Azim, a raven-haired Persian woman originally from Iran. After her divorce she decided to move to the U.S at the age of 40, shortly after the birth of her son. Farah's ex-husband, a rich investment banker, continued paying hefty child support payments to Farah, which lead to her keeping her privileged lifestyle. Farah also had a fully-grown daughter that lived in the U.K. Her son was named Sami. He was 5'2, short, slim, dark hair, tanned, boyish-looks, his style tailored to his American upbringing (baggy jeans, crocked baseball caps). Both mother and son lived in Livingston County, Michigan. During his final year of high school, Sami invited his friends over to his place. This set off a series of events that changed both Sami and Farah's lives forever. Sami's two friends were Michal, a smart alec, frizzy haired, self-tanned know-it-all who routinely wore a dress shirt and trousers, and Kerry, an easily excitable, stocky, medium-heighted, occasional gym-going teen who always wore Ed Hardy or Affliction shirts. They were in The Azim's new up-market apartment. "Oh my look at this house!" commented Michal, impressed at the plush decor of the place. "Look it, that T.V is huge, wow!" Kerry too was impressed. "Wow this is some place, come to think of it, I've never been to your other house -- or seen your family. It's just you and your mom, right?" "Yeah, yeah," replied Sami in his high-pitched mid-west accent. "Rich family, you know how it is. Come we can watch the game on this." Sami was anxious; he'd come inside the home not knowing his mother was in the bedroom -- working out. The guys sat down and started flipping through the channels. Their focus was interrupted when they heard the loud slamming of a door. Kerry turned his head and let out a low-pitched yelp when he saw her. Michal turned around and muttered quietly: "Oh my." Her bare feet slapping against the wooden floor, her large breasts fit neatly into a moist white sports bra, her wide hips stretching the clingy jogging pants. "Hello boys," she said in her seductive, raspy middle-eastern accent. Farah had a big smile on her face, sweat rolling down her mocha-skin, her breathing heavy, her breasts heaving. Kerry tried to speak, "Ah, umm, ah." They were speechless and for good reason. To those boys she was a large, shapely structure of unobtainable delight. Their heads arched up, gazing, minds racing. Farah looked at her son. "They your friends?" "Yeah," he said with his arms crossed, face red. "I'm just going in the shower," just then she took the band out of her hair, shook her head and allowed her luxurious locks to flow. "Pleasure meeting you two." "Y-yeah," replied her son. Farah went into the bathroom, shutting the door. Kerry took out his phone. "Who're you calling?" asked Sami. "My parents, I'm done with them. I want your mom to adopt me." *** After this encounter every guy in the school wanted to know Sami. Through Sami they wanted to see, meet, get-to-know the school's first ever "Hot Arab Mom". Living in the more free-flowing U.S of A meant that Sami knew he'd be exposed to some real dirty comments about his mother: This he did like. He enjoyed hearing the perverted comments towards his mother, no matter how crude they may have been. "Hey new kid, I heard your mom's got a great ass, send her my way and I'll give her a good fucking." "You know what they say about Arab women? I don't, I just wanna have sex with your mom." "Your mom single? I wanna date her. Ha-ha, nah I'm just playing. Seriously I would tap that ass, I hear she got a nice booty, sexy round ass, big juicy tits, cock-sucking lips too, hmm! That's what I'm talking about, you lucky fucker for having her as your mom!" The answer would always be the same: a polite laugh and a half-smile. (He also never bothered correcting them, as his mother was Persian not Arab.) While Sami had acquired many acquaintances, Michal and Kerry remained his only two friends. This meant Michal and Kerry were allowed exclusive benefits such as tagging along to Farah's weekly visits to the swimming pool... *** The guys were in the indoor swimming pool, all wearing board shorts to conceal the quite obvious reactions they were getting while surveying the location. "I can't wait for your mom to come out here!" said Kerry with a yelp. "Oh my, is she going to look good today!" said Michal. "Hey, come on guys. That's my mom," Sami was trying to keep the pretence going. "Lookit, lookit, there she is." Michal pointed across from them. Coming out from the female changing rooms, clad in a Speedo one-piece swimsuit and swimming cap was Farah. She took a running start and jumped into the pool. Michal approved. "Oh my! Look at her go! Look at that body!" "I think I saw some camel-toe, camel-toe! eek!" said Kerry. They saw her complete her laps with surprising precision; this was a woman in shape, despite pushing 60. After she was done, she grabbed onto the steps and lifted herself up. Everyone in the complex turned their heads to look: She tip-toed out the pool, dripping wet, blue rubber fabric clinging tightly to her body. Farah grabbed the towel from the grinning pool boy and dried her face, her back to the patrons, her ass cheeks jiggling. Michel approved again. "Oh my! Look at your mom's ass!" As did Kerry. "It's ridden up her butt! Ohh! Oh, I, I think I see the camel-toe, I see it! I see it!" "Oh, guys, come on, that's my mom!" "Hey you should hear what the guys at school say," remarked Kerry. "It's worse than the stuff they say to you. Much worse, they say all sorts of stuff about her." "Oh, what do they say?" "You really wanna know? Well, what they keep going on about is how great your mom would be as a stripper." That thought excited Sami. "What? Really? N-no way." "Yeah I was there, they were saying her on a pole in her panties would be the perfect role, doing some belly dancing, you know, that studded bra and panties they wear! Oh! Yeah...because I'm your friend, I stood up to them and said she should not be stripping, oh no, she's too classy a woman for that. What she should be doing is high-class escorting, jerking off old, rich white men." "Oh...thanks." "I'm sure that's not too far from what's she's already doing!" added Michal. "Hey shut up, here she comes." Farah approached the guys, towel wrapped around her body. "Ready to go boys?" "Umm, yeah, yeah," said Sami. They all stared at her behind as they went to the changing rooms, Michal and Kerry not noticing that Sami was admiring his own mother's bottom. This proved to be only the protruding wet tip of where things would be going with Sami and his mother. *** Sami was not close to his mother. In his younger years he would have nannies taking care of him. As he got older she remained mostly absent, her job requiring her, in her own words, to "look after the finances of many businesses." To this day it is not clear to Sami what his mother's job actually was. He was, however, able to paint a better idea in his head of what kind of woman his mother was. After the pool visit, Sami had developed a theory: His mother was drawing attention from men -- deliberately. And not because she liked the attention, oh no, Sami noticed that his mother did her best to look good so she could get some sort of pay-off. For example, when Farah was negotiating the rent of her apartment, she wore a plunging, formfitting neckline dress, bright red lipstick, with her hair all fluffed up. Sami was there in the distance, watching her giggle like a schoolgirl, touch the realtor's arm, fluttering her pretty brown eyes, even hugging him right before he left. Later that evening she went to "finish" the negotiating at his office. In his bed that night, Sami had an idea of what his mother was doing. He liked his version of events, very-much-so, though he didn't think they were real. It seemed too far-fetched, his mother sucking the real-estate agent off, a very hot thought, but something that remained in his realm of fantasy. In reality he knew his mother was a dignified Iranian woman from a privileged, highly traditional background. In actuality, Sami's fantasies were nearer to the truth than he'd ever imagined... The series of events that showed to him his mother's true nature started in school. Sami was called to The Principal's office. This principal, a plain-looking, balding mid-forties white man, was sitting behind his desk. "Umm, sit, take a seat." Sami sat, trying to figure out the reason why he was there. "So, umm, just before you joined you skimmed right by the previous semester, now it makes no difference to your final grades whatsoever, I was just thinking you should be doing some of the previous work the other students have done." "Like, do more work, to what I'm already doing?" "Umm, yes you could say that. I know it seems unfair, I just feel it may be in your, and in the school's best interests, umm, yes. I called your mother about this, seeing if we could get some extra class-time for you. She insisted we talk about this at her home." "Well to be honest with you, I'm not liking this at all." "Well it's good that it's not up to you," he flashed him a smug smile and went back to his paperwork. "You can leave now; we'll talk about this at your home." Sami left the office, not at all pleased at what had transpired. He spent the rest of the school day grumbling about this with his friends; afterwards he hanged around with them and arrived home at around 6pm. Once he came home, he saw his mother pacing around the apartment in her shinny black robe. "Now where did I put it -- oh hello Sami." "Hello." Upon closer inspection, his mother was dressed quite odd for the occasion. Her hair was styled into curls, her make-up was on and she was wearing black stockings. "Did you speak with The Principal, Sami?" "Yeah I did, I don't wanna do it Mom, I don't wanna do any extra work because I already got enough." "Oh I know, I know dear. You will not be doing any more work, I promise. I'll take care of everything." What happened next in equal parts shocked and aroused. Farah casually untied her robe, took it off, folded it and put it on the table. She stood there, in her satin black Victoria's Secret bra, panties and garter belt. "Wh-what the fuck!? What the -- fuck! What're you doing?" "Sami, language." "Sorry -- no wait, what, why, why?" "I think you are mature enough to know the truth. I dress like this when I need matters taken care of. I need to convince him, so I will." Sami was all over the place. Like a rock in a hard place (literally) Sami was constantly bobbing his head. He would look, then look away, look, then look away. He was in delight at the sight in front of him, but didn't want to present himself as too eager. After a couple of seconds of silence, he spoke while looking at the floor. "You're going to have...sex with him!?" "No, don't be absurd. I'm just going to, well, you're old enough to guess. You don't need to know details." Sami tried wording his next question very carefully. "Mom...are you a, a woman who sells her services...to men?" "I am not a prostitute; I do not have sex with men for money. I don't do this with just any man, just those that I need favours from, that's all. "Oh, ok. Wait, Mom --" "Sami, do not be ashamed, I am not naked, I'm wearing clothes; I'm quite comfortable dressed like this...Sami, look at me, dear." Sami almost burst when he got a good solid look at his mother. The details of her lingerie: the delicate finishes, the fine lace fabric, little bows dotted around the seams. Seeing his own mother in her sexy best, the slim stomach, thick thighs, inviting breasts, it was almost too much joy to take in. "Are you ashamed?" she asked him. "I understand it may look demeaning but I do not feel that way. If an issue must be dealt with, why should I not use my natural, feminine ways? My mother did the same; whenever an important man would come to our house, she would offer her services, look her best, there was nothing wrong with it...Sami, are you angry?" "N-no I'm not," Sami was more turned-on than anything, he shuffled his legs around to not make it obvious. "I'm just really...surprised." "Ok, I understand. Could you wait by the door? Let your principal in if he knocks." "Ok, Mom." She rushed into the bathroom, shuffling around the cabinets. Sami leaned on the couch, tactfully rubbing away while his mother was not looking. Farah then came out the bathroom holding a bottle of lube and sanitizer gel. Knock, knock. "Hello? Is Mrs. Azim in?" "That's him, stay there, be a witness." She sashayed over to the door and opened it. "Ah hello Mrs...oh God." Farah looked at him with an innocent expression. "Yes? Are you my son's principal?" "I'm yes, I'm yes." Having Farah's giant breasts in his eyeline scrambled his speech. "Come on in." Farah walked inside with an exaggerated hip sway walk. When The Principal saw Sami standing there he got a distinct croak in his voice. "Oh, oh, ah, yes, ah." She stood with her hands clasped, ready to conduct business. "Please, he won't be any trouble. Now I hear you want to give my son a larger workload?" "Ah, yes, that's true, but, but, but we can talk about it." "It will not take long. Here is my offer: you come into the bedroom, drop your pants, I will rub your penis with this hand and you will make sure my son gets no extra work." "Oh, deal, deal, done, done." Farah pointed to her right. "Go on inside." The Principal rushed into the bedroom. Farah looked at her son; he didn't know what to say, so he nodded. She smiled, took the lube and hand gel, went inside the bedroom, closing the door as she went in. "You didn't have to be naked for this," she said. "Is, is it ok?" "It's fine." "Will you be...naked?" "Yes, I do not want to stain my lingerie, it is quite expensive. Please try to ejaculate on the plastic. Hands to your sides." "Oh Lord." It all went quiet for a bit. Then, a minute later, Sami heard loud squishing sounds. She was doing it: his mother was giving his principal a handjob. A minute later, Sami heard a horribly loud moan: "OHHHH DEAR GOD!" Sami backed away from the door. He was hearing one of the most unattractive sounds in human history: the male scream-gasm. They were deep, satanic, primal groans of delight. "OHHHH! AHHHH! OH! AHHH! OHHH! AH, AH, AH! AH! AH!" Sami retreated to the couch, television on. After a minute, The Principal came hobbling out the bedroom, legs shaking, cheeks red. Farah came out in her black robe, her lingerie on the floor behind her. "Please, tell my son what you just told me." "Umm, yes...you won't have to do any extra work." "Thank you for coming, please see yourself out," she put her hand on his back and halfway pushed him out the apartment. "M-Mom," said Sami after his principal had left. "What if he tells someone about this?" "Not to worry," she reached into her bedroom and grabbed her IPhone. "I got insurance, I got it all taped. American technology is so fantastic, amazing really. I'm going to the shower now. You ok?" "I'm ok, Mom." It took all of five minutes. He saw, heard, and knew it was recorded, yet he still couldn't believe it: His sexy middle-eastern mother had jerked off his American principal in his home -- for his benefit. Sami was zombified in front of the television, hands on his pants without him noticing. His mother came out of the shower, wearing a long white bathrobe, towel around her hair. She sat down on the couch, a cushion away from her son. "Are you ok, Sami?" "Yeah, I'm doing fine. I'm ok." "Good, I am glad...I do not think it's an appropriate topic for a mother and son to discuss, but if you have any questions, you may ask." Sami knew he had to tread very carefully. "Umm, yeah Mom," he said with a nervous laugh, "It's pretty weird, yeah...I just, umm, ok don't tell me what you do with the men, I just want to know if you have...proper intercourse with them, be-because I want to know if you're being safe! Is all I want to know, if you are putting yourself at risk, you know, because I don't wanna worry." "Ok, I understand, that is an important question, I shall answer. I do not want to say too much, but I will let you know that I do not have sex with them, no sex; I only do what you just heard. Quick, clean pleasure, ok Sami?" "Ok, Mom...Cou-could you tell me the kind of men you did this with? If you don't want to that's fine." "No I think you deserve to know. Umm, for your benefit, the men that you know about, that would be what you want to know?" He nodded. "Ok, let me think...The man in the amusement park who said you were too short to go on the ride, the man who fixed the pipes, the nice teacher you had who helped with your history homework, our old neighbour who didn't like the balls you kicked in his yard, umm, the karate teacher, I had to do that for each lesson, umm...many times I did not need to offer a service, a costume change was sufficient. Small American shorts, tight t-shirts, push-up bras, I even wore my swimwear once at the old house when your soccer coach came over -- Oh I'm sorry, I got a little carried away, I talked too much. Of course there are also several high-ranking business men, but that is work-related and I'll keep that information to myself." Hearing his mother so casually list off all the men she's jerked off, possibly forgetting some along the way, was the most turned-on Sami had ever been. He needed to leave the room to let out all his "feelings." Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 04 "Ok, I know enough. Thanks Mom, I'm ok with everything, really. Keep doing what you're doing," he said with an awkward laugh. "Thank you Sami," she smiled, "I am very proud of how you are handling this news, it shows real maturity. Oh, I don't need to tell you this, but please keep this all between us." "Of course, I won't say a word." "Thank you. You watching anything? Please pass me the remote." He handed her the remote. "I'm going to my room." "Ok dear." As soon as he locked the door, the pants came off and what came next needs no explaining. He had so many thoughts, feelings, questions and ideas rushing into his head. He felt like he needed to let them all out, catch them as they were flying. So he turned his computer on, got his word processor up and began typing. The words were flowing onto the screen, from his mind to the P.C with only a small lapse in thought. Sami spent two solid hours writing, taking a break to make himself something to eat, then editing it down and fitting it into appropriate categories. After he was done, he looked for a website where he could post his first set of thoughts. He found that website and posted his first 1000 words of content. This is a snippet of what he wrote: "SamiRocks: I got a HOT middle-eastern mom. From Iran, real hot. BIG tits, JUICY ass, she jerks off men ALL THE TIME. For me! To help me out! She JERKED my PRINCIPAL...while I was in the house with them! Ok, yeah, I'll post the whole thing later on but let me tell you she is the real fucking deal, a sexy middle-eastern mother who jerks off men! I'm wacking off about it! My mom is a SLUT! NO! I have to correct myself, she is no slut! She's a classy woman that uses her body to her advantage, ohhh so hot that's my mom! This is FUCKING awesome! :) :) :) :)...thx for reading!!!" *** Two months later... "Hello my boy, my name is Jean." "Umm hi." Sami shook his hand. Sami stood hunched, hands in pockets. In front of him was his mother's new boyfriend. He was a medium-height, chirpy-voiced grey-haired French man, wearing a slick three-piece suit. Jean was standing to the left of Farah, his arm around her hip, just above shoulder length. Jean and Farah -- she wearing an expensive, white evening gown -- were going to a luxurious restaurant: An actual date. This was new for Sami; he'd never seen his mother date anyone before. He thought all his mother did was jerk guys off, not actually date them. Of course, Sami knew that Jean's vast amount of wealth was the most likely motivating factor. "Ah, yes, Sami my boy. Pleased to meet you." "You too...ah yeah." "So I'll go start the car, don't want to get a ticket." He turned to Farah and gave her a quick peck on her red ripe lips. "Bye-bye, wonderful meeting you Sami." "Yeah, yeah." After Jean left, Farah looked at her son. "We will be back late, just to let you know. Please cook your own dinner, ok dear?" "Ok Mom, that's cool." "And me and Jean will most likely come back here and have sex, just to let you know." Sami's eyes grew wide. "Oh...ok Mom, that's cool." Farah smiled. "Good boy. Be in bed by the time I come back, ok? No later than eleven." "Yes Mom," Sami's voice had become really hoarse. "Bye dear," she went towards the door and shut it. His mom, sex, his house. Tonight, his mom, sex, his house: This was a very big deal, a very big deal. Though before getting too over-excited, Sami dashed his own hopes, suspecting he won't hear anything even with his bedroom being right next to hers. Again what Sami expected and what did actually happen was much, much more. *** 1:01am: that's the time they got home. Sami, from his bed, heard quite mumbling from the hallway, followed by the shutting of the bathroom door: they were getting ready. Inside the bedroom: the shuffling of clothes, Jean entering the bedroom, lighter footsteps following him. Sami heard their lips smacking together, the bed springing to life, squeaking from the pressure of their humping bodies. No denying it now: It was happening: his mother was about to have sex. "Uh, uh, uh," that was Jean's voice, accompanied by the sound of his balls smacking Farah's Persian pussy. Sami knew his mother had dished out the pleasure before, but it was a whole other thing actually hearing it in detail. Slowly the sounds started getting louder, more vivid. The bed smashing against the wall, Jean grunting loudly. Squeak, bang, uh. "Yes, oh yes," moaned Farah. "Yes, oh yes." Sami was burning up, feeling a rush go through his body. He imagined Jean on top, pounding his mother's pussy, making her big tits shake. "Oh you sexy woman!" Smack! Sami had watched enough pornos to know what that sound was: Jean had given his mother a firm spank to the bottom. "Ooh!" she said in a high-pitched tone. Sami was hearing sounds he'd never heard his mother make before, sounds no son should hear his mother make. It was thrilling, hearing this new side of her, her sexual side, unfold before him. His once-dignified Iranian mother being positively humbled. "Oh! Oh! Ohh!" Farah was letting out long, drawn-out moans of pleasure. Sami, knowing full well his own mother was the recipient, loved every second of it. Now at full-blast, the passion between the two had reached a boiling point, no attempt by either to hide what was transpiring: A pure, animalistic ritual of unbridled lust. Try as Farah did to conceal her delight, she could not. Overcome by it all, she felt new, unforeseen sensations reach higher and higher to her pleasure centre. Eventually, she succumbed. "Ah! Ah! AHHH!" it was time for her climax. "Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! Ah! Ah! Eh, oh Jean, Jean! Please, please, please...OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" The final roar from his mother set Sami off: In-stereo orgasms all over the swanky apartment. That was only the first of what became several -- just in that night alone -- of Farah and Jean's holy unions. From his first taste of Farah's ripe, juicy delights, Jean knew right away that he was not going anywhere, never wanting to leave her side. He never did. The relationship progressed very quickly; he stayed with them in their apartment, becoming a welcome fixture. Sami and Jean got on quite well, friendly in fact. Of course, in addition to getting along with Jean, Sami also appreciated hearing the nightly thumps and moans of his mother and Jean's sexual interludes. All three were quite happy indeed. The players were set, the final play had begun: it was time for Sami and Farah (and Jean) to experience their wonderland. *** It was an early summer morning. Sami was done with high school, set for college, something which really didn't interest him. His mother was at the dining table, in her white robe, nude underneath, cleavage on display. While Sami sipped his milk, taking in eyefuls of his mother's natural assets, Jean glided in from the bedroom. "Hello my love, hello my son! Today, ahhh! Today I have a wonderful, spectacular announcement!" "Yes, what is it, Jean?" asked Farah. "Farah my love, Sami my son, we are going to move to...California! To a new town development! I got a job as a financial advisor, the money is so amazing." Farah was ticked-off. "Jean, do you really expect us to move away from our lives?" "Here is what they're offering me," Jean showed her a piece of paper. When Farah saw the figure, her eyes grew wide. She cleared her throat, then, looked at her son. "Sami, we're moving." "What!? Mom!? What? What? When?" "What is the earliest we can leave, Jean?" "Tonight." "We're going tonight, Sami." Sami was flabbergasted. "Mom!? I-I, I got college, friends, Michal, Kerry -- ok I'm going." "Fantastic!" said Jean. "We should pack right now, I'll call their moving company, I'm told they are simply the best. Oh I forgot to mention to you Sami my boy, the place where we're going, they have a law which requires all eighteen-year-olds to spend another year in high school." "What!?" "I'm afraid so, my boy. The place you're going to is called Kay Parker High School." Sami almost chocked on his cereal, "What? Are you being serious?" "Why? The name sound familiar?" Sami laughed nervously. "What? Oh no, no, noooo, ha-ha, nope, no, nope. Ok I'll get packing." *** The plane ride was long, very long. When they touched down they felt the weather come down on them with a heavy thud: it was hot, very hot. Farah was wearing a form-fitting dark red summer dress with sandals and big sunglasses, Jean in an unbuttoned dress shirt and shorts. Sami, black shirt, shorts, was sitting in the back of Jean's company car, on-route to his new home. "Oh, I remembered something," said Jean. "Sami my boy, you see the school there? Go there, they're expecting you." "Huh?" "The school my boy, over there." He pulled into the curb. "Ah, see? Big building with the cones? You got an induction, go on my son." Sami was perplexed. "Induction? What? But how will I get home." Farah took out a palm mirror and touched up her lipstick. "Sami, a little exploration hurt no one; trust me dear this town is more than safe. We live on 16 Bigelow Drive. Can you remember that dear?" "Y-Yes Mom." Jean turned and grinned, "Go on, go on outside, you're going to love it!" Sami opened the car door and stepped outside into the warm brisk air. "Great, see you later my son!" shouted Jean as he sped off. Sami walked with a nervous quiver in his step, he couldn't put his finger on the reason why, the whole aura of the place just seemed so different to him. Upon entering the high school -- complete with high-end large flat-screens mounted on the walls and a layout which made it look like the lobby of a big-time business -- he pushed the bell of the front desk. A bald, wizened-looking man went from one end of the desk to the other. "You must be Sami." "Uh, yeah, I'm, umm, here to join, I think." "We've been expecting you, for a while, actually." "Oh, I'm sorry." "Don't be," he smiled. "We're glad you're here." The man smiled and stared at Sami for an uncomfortably long amount of time. "So, umm yeah, what do I need to do?" "Sami, can I ask you something? You got any good-looking relatives? Like cousins, aunts, sisters?" "W-what?" "Oh nevermind, just go down the hall, to the left. Principal's office." "Ok...thanks." That was a strange encounter that Sami shook off as quickly as he could. *** Sami went inside The Principal's office. Upon entering he saw a mature, red-haired woman, who despite pushing past her late-50's, exuded a strong sexual energy, much like Sami's own mother. Her red hair was tied-up into a neat bun; she was wearing a buttoned to the neck sweater and a long grey skirt. She put her heavy textbook down. "Sami Azim I assume? Hmm, pretty little Persian boy, aren't you?" "Wha-- " "Mr. Sanchez is not here," she interrupted. "He is...well you'll find out soon enough. I'll be handling your induction for today, I am Miss Bolovey. Sit lad, sit." Sami sat on the chair. Miss Bolovey pushed her glasses up, then grabbed Sami's file. "Hmm, yes, ah yes, hmm yes, right-o all sorted. There is your class timetable, now be on your way." He picked the sheet up. "T-thank you." He stood up and went for the door. Before he exited, Miss Bolovey shouted, "Hold it youngling! I may need you for something." Sami turned around. He stood in front of the desk. "Hmm, not there, stand here, next to me." He walked around the desk and stood a meter away from her. "Oh not there silly, closer," she pulled him by his slim shoulders, turning him around with ease. "Come on, don't be a goose." "Don't be a goose?" He thought to himself. That phrase kept repeating itself as he stood there. Don't be a goose? What did it mean? Who talks like that? What does a goose -- yank! Sami looked down and saw that his pants and underwear were around his ankles. "What the --" Smack! That was the sound of Miss Bolovey's hand slapping Sami's ass. "Hmm." Smack. She did it again, this time with more bite, the full-force of her hand slapping his ass-cheek. "Wh-What're you doing!?" he said as he held onto the wall, the powerful force of Bolovey almost throwing him to the floor. "Hush, let me finish." She painfully pinched his red raw behind while whispering to herself, then patted him on the butt. "I see...Ok lad, on your way." She went back to her book like nothing had happened. Sami looked at her, confused, sore, his pants still around his ankles. "Don't just stand there, go on, get home, no loitering. Stand there any longer and I'll get serious with you young man, get!" He pulled his pants up and rushed out the door. *** Sami stumbled out of the office in a daze. He asked himself repeatedly the same question: "What just happened?" While pondering his predicament, a television from an open, empty classroom caught his attention. A toned, athletic, bronzed woman, looking to be in her mid-30's, appeared on screen. She was wearing a white sports-bra, small lycra shorts, walking on a fresh green lawn, speaking in a mid-west American accent. Infomercial music played in the background. "Hi, I'm Dynamite Diana and I am here to tell you about openings at DyDi's health camp for boys and girls! Want that offspring of yours fit and healthy? There is only one choice in all of Our Haven for that: Us! Guaranteed one-hundred-and-one percent success rate! How do I get those results? Simple! With my patented Dynamite System: You send your sons and daughters here to camp and I personally make sure that they will be fit, toned and ready for some action! Just ask some of our current residents." They cut to a tubby pale teen wearing a grey shirt. "This camp is so much fun, I never felt so good in my life, I ain't looking like much now but I dropped twenty pounds just by the first week, the workouts are fun, I'm into them. Then, Diana was shown nude, sitting on the naked body of the teen who just spoke. "Don't touch me, don't you dare touch me with those hands," she punched him in his flabby chest, her teeth gritted. "Touch me again, go on, go on bitch-boy, go on!" she rocked back-and-forth, the bed shaking violently. "Call me Mama and like it, call me Mama and like it!" "Please, please Mama! Oh!" he said in a shrill voice, sweating all over. "I can't take anymore, ohhhh, ohh! Mama Diana, please! Ohh!" Going back to Diana, now walking in front of the compound which housed the centre. "See? Results, guaranteed. Plus you parents are safe in the knowledge your kids are healthy and having fun, just ask one of our camp counsellors." A cherry-looking blond teen with broad shoulders and toned arms walked on screen. "That's right Dy-Di, for every ten pounds a teen drops here, they get ten minutes licking my pussy after a workout, why after a workout? So they get addicted to the taste of my sweet, sweet juices, oh yeah~" The two women high-fived. "Yes Lobicky, that's why we do what we do here: we love our jobs, we take pride in our duty, so if your (legally-aged) son or daughter wants to come here, then just call this number, visit our website, our visit us in person, directions online, all the information you need is on the screen now. Remember: ALL are welcome; fit, slim, husky, any and all come to this camp! A two-week stay is just one-fifty klums, a low price for an experience that stays with you a lifetime! We look forward to seeing you!" While Sami remained transfixed on the screen, trying to figure out what he just saw, he heard the wet pitter-patter of feet slapping the ground. What Sami saw confirmed to him that he had stumbled onto a place that was a little bit unusual -- in the best possible way. Sami punched himself in the arm and asked himself this question: "Am I dreaming?" A long-legged, gorgeous girl with a towel around her shoulders and loosely-tied bikini bottoms was walking his way. Upon closer inspection, the finer details became clear: smooth brown skin, long dark hair, small well-sized breasts and a slim, mouth-watering, model-esque figure. She stopped when she saw a middle-aged teacher with slicked-back brown hair, glasses, a brown and yellow jumper and beige pants. She said a few words, played with her hair, tilted her head, smiled. The conversation must've gone her way, her smile being more radiant. As she got closer to Sami, who was looking straight at her like she was a mirage, she smiled at him and blew him a kiss. He wobbled, she giggled. He watched her stride away into the distance. "...Am I sure?" he punched himself again. "Yes, no? Yes, yes, yes!" He got himself up and went out the school. *** The happy, perfect suburban setting of the town, the fresh green lawns, picket fences, Sami felt he'd stumbled onto a TV set; this could not be real, he thought. He'd been asked if he had any hot family relatives, then spanked by a hot older woman, saw a commercial for some sort of sex camp, then, finally, with his own two eyes saw a half-naked girl parade around a high school. The peculiarity of these events made Sami doubt his very existence. While he, again, pondered his predicament, he heard something which gave him a jolt. "Daddy I meant my other lips!" shouted a teenage girl. Sami wasn't quite sure if he heard that correctly or not, or if he'd imagined it. He stood still to hear a follow-up, but it didn't happen. He shrugged it off, continuing his journey home. Sami eventually found Bigelow Street, where the biggest surprise was saved for last. "Hello Mom I'm --" Sami opened the door to find his mother on her knees, fully nude, sucking cock. Farah saw her son and took the cock out her mouth. "Oh hi Sa--" splat went the cum all over his mother's face; a powerful stream that dripped down her nude, sweaty body. Sami was in utter shock. All his emotions stunted at what he was witnessing. Farah wiped the cum off her face with a handkerchief. "Will that be all?" "For now, for now," the man replied. Sami took a look at the full scene: his mother's hair tied back, a full view of her large natural breasts, dark brown nipples, ample behind and -- to Sami the most striking feature -- a well-groomed bush. A nude, suave Latino man was standing over his mother, his suit laid out in the corner. "That was excellent, excellent!" he spoke in a Mexican accent, "You my sexy, sexy middle-east woman!" Farah smiled and nodded. "Thank you." The man turned his attention to Sami. "Hello! I am Principal Sanchez, The Principal of Principle. Congratulations on getting into Kay Parker High, your mother has just finished the enrolment process for you." Principal Sanchez looked down at her, holding her chin. "Oh you, you I am entering into The Hottest Mom contest! And you, you will win!" "Thank you. I look forward to it." "Excellent. I will be seeing you." Sanchez grabbed his neatly folded clothes and went towards the door. "Oh," he patted Sami on the shoulder. "Welcome to Tabootopia." *** After Farah got dressed and Jean came home, they explained Tabootopia to Sami. After getting his head around that he was living on a man-made island, in a large advanced civilisation that's existence was secret from the outside world, Sami found that he absolutely loved Tabootopia! A place where all his perverted desires became reality, it was his very own dreamland. With all his elation, Sami did have one pressing question: "Mom, not to be rude or anything, I just wanna know why you were, umm, umm, performing a sex act on that man? I thought you only did handjobs -- sorry Mom I meant --" "No dear, it's all right. What you saw was a play for leverage; Mr. Sanchez is a very important man to your future, it was a necessary introduction. Since standards in Tabootopia are different, my usual routine would not have been suffice, so I went a little bit further." Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 04 "Ok, Mom. What about you Jean? Isn't she kinda cheating on you by doing that...thing she did with that other man?" "Not an issue my son! It's a free sex environment! All with all! In fact today in the park I got five blowjobs from a pretty group of girls, one-after-the-other, everything is great! My love Farah having relations with other men doesn't stop her from being my future wife -- oops, spilled that secret didn't I?" Farah sighed, then, smiled. "Not to worry Jean, it was not like we could hide it for too long. So, Sami, are you ok?" For once Sami could answer that question truthfully: "I'm great Mom, great." *** It was after school, the day of The Hottest Mom contest. Almost all of the Above-Seniors (all 18 or over) were packed into the auditorium, buzzing with anticipation. "I'm so hard and it hasn't even started." "Ohhh me too. Love MILFs, love them." Backstage, all the mothers, along with their children were getting prepared. "So what did happen with you and Tammie?" asked Vivi, a cheery gangly cutie. "Did she touch you? Touch you in all your special areas? Did ya snuggle?" "No, it was nothing liked that," replied Regina, a firm breasted, brown-haired complacent teen girl. "We just," she shrugged, "talked." Soyo, a tanned, loud, tight-bodied Asian girl, hissed. "Bitch please: Tammie spit-roasted me by herself when she got a hold of this tight asian bod. That bitch ain't the talking kind." Vivi was worried. "Soyo please, not so loud: Tammie's right there! She's not just ruff, she's ruff-ruff! She uses toys -- and not in the good way!" Tammie, a tall, athletic Korean-American teen, was leaning against a wall, wearing tight figure-hugging trackpants and a tank-top. She glared at the girls, remaining still. Observing all this was Soyo's brothers: Evan, shaggy blond hair, super-charged personality, and Jay, trim black hair, dark complexion with a relaxed demeanour. Evan spoke: "Yo look at that Bro, look at that: nan, how hot it be if Tammie and Regina hooked up well and proper? Sexy bi-racial lesbians living together, going to parties and stuff, civil fucking partnership and -- fuck! That gets me hard, argh! Hard as fuck. I ain't into them being will-they-won't-they, I just wanna see them get together and be a good fucking example, cause me? Look, I diverse, I'm a diverse motherfucker. Like right now: This is fucking awesome, fucking, fucking awesome: so much diversity here man! Yo listen: we got our mom who is an English white woman, yeah? We got Tammie's step-mom who's Japanese, yeah? We got Regina's tight mom who's an American white woman, yeah? We got a hot Arab woman somewhere around here too! Yeah, yeah I know what you gonna say, Vera is not actually my mom by blood, yeah, she's your moms for sure but she my mom too, ya dig? For real, serious that's my mom, she brought me all my Christmas presents and shit and I know I'm getting a little emotional here and I know that some ain't gonna dig that but fuck it and let me represent! Represent! Ok let's get hard again: They going out there in costume, going to be striping, so hot, fuck, I can't wait! Such a long wait, such a long wait, you know what I been doing all week, you what I been --" "Bro enough!" Jay mercifully interrupted, "Chill, it's about to start soon. Seriously Bro." "Cool, cool, front row yeah? We her sons so we get front row for this, we have to, ain't right if we don't, ain't going to be right if not front and fucking centre seeing our mom strip off -- " "We got them reserved, chill Bro." "Cool, cool." Sami was tiptoeing around backstage, halfway hiding behind a beam. Vivi had caught his attention: her smooth creamy skin, long bare legs, shapely butt, along with her attire consisting of tiny jean shorts and a tight white shirt. Sami was quite enamoured. Soyo noticed Sami's voyeuristic behaviour. "Hey, hey Vivi, there's a pervert behind you." Vivi turned around. "Huh? Oh how cute! Aw look at him there, all alone, aw. Come on, come on little guy!" Sami walked towards the girls, legs shaking. "Come on, come on!" As he got closer, Vivi grabbed his light frame and pushed his face into her breasts. "Aww! I got you now!" Sami's whole body turned red, his face in Vivi's soft, supple teenage breasts. It didn't matter she was treating him like a new-born kitten, the sexual satisfaction more than made up for the humiliation. Vivi turned him around and got him facing the girls, keeping a firm hold on her newfound plaything, her arm around him, petting him. "What's your name, hmm?" "S-Sami." "Sam-Sam. Nice to meet you, I'm Vivi. This is Genie-Baby and Soyo." "Hey," the girls mumbled. "Hey," he replied back. "Do you know where your Mama is?" asked Vivi. "Yeah, she's over there talking to that English woman." Farah and Vera, both wearing light pink robes, were chatting away amicably. "Hey Regina where's your mom?" asked Soyo. Regina looked down at the ground and pointed to the far-left corner. "Over there." Claire Cestin, a slim 45-year-old, raven-haired woman, was in an intensely passionate make-out session with the seductively beautiful 40-year-old Yukari Takahashi-Kwon. Yukari's full lips smacking against Claire's, pacing their passion, warming each other up, sizzling like a volcano ready to erupt. "Oh my God." Sami's leg was shaking, his hard-on reaching painful levels. "Hmm?" Vivi noticed. "Pat, pat, pat." She patted on Sami's cock three times, making him cum in a flash. "Oh man, oh fuck," he was out of breath, amazed at Vivi's skilful, effortless execution. "Good boy," Vivi kissed him on the top of his head, "You wanna clean yourself up? Hmm?" "My bros over there will hook you up," said Soyo. Vivi let go of her grip, Sami hobbled over to Soyo's brothers. "Hey Bro," Jay did the rap-handshake with Sami. "She jizzed you huh? No problem Bro, she gets me all the time." He picked up a heavy backpack and handed it to Sami. "I got everything there; spares, clean-up stuff, take whatever you need, it's cool." "Thanks, appreciate it." Sami had just been handed a bag of spare underwear and cleaning products. Despite the bizarreness of the exchange, he was grateful. Evan was looking at Sami with a puzzled expression, then shouted: "Send me rocks!" "Huh?" "Yo, send me rocks! You send me rocks!" "I don't get, what... send you rocks?" "No, no, send me rocks, that's you!" "Wait, hold on...SamiRocks?" "Yeah, on that website, you're that guy with the hot Iranian mom: SamiRocks!" Sami lit up. "Yeah, that's me. Wow how did you know that?" "Man, I went to that website all the time, all the time. The stuff you wrote about your mom, so hot. Yo man I wanna tell you your postings were objective, none of this 'I wanna do my mom, help me' bullshit, you just stated the facts and let us know what it was all about, what it was all about! The stories about her doing all those men, classic stuff, awesome stuff -- oh fuck! If you SamiRocks that means your mom is right here! Oh fuck is she hot! I want her to fuck me, fuck me, fuck -- " Jay interrupted, "Chill Bro, calm yourself." Sami nodded. "Cool, cool. So I'll see you guys later." Evan agreed. "Yo come back here man when you done, we got more to talk about ...yeah, yeah, yo that was SamiRocks!" *** Meanwhile, Principal Sanchez, wearing a sharp navy blue suit, held a microphone while addressing the waiting audience. "How are you my students!?" The crowd of three hundred students and assorted faculty members cheered along. "Ha-ha! Fantastic! I feel the love of my students! Yes! Are you ready? Because my name is Principal Sanchez! The Principal of Principle! One of my principles is entertaining my students, my children, and that's exactly what I plan to do -- today! For your enjoyment we have four gorgeous, sexy mothers ready to entertain every one of you!" he took out a card from his pocket, "Quick question: do you remember Regina Cestin's and Tammie Kwon's passionate, lust-filled romp in the showers?" The crowd cheered: "Yes! Yes!" "Well we got their mothers: Claire Cestin and Yukari Takahashi-Kwon are here -- tonight! And that's not all: from the steamy sands of Arabia, we bring to you Kay Parker High's first hot Arab mother: Farah Azim!" "Yeah!" screamed the appreciative crowd. "And...and, w-wait? What? Her? Her!? This must be some sort of mistake, hold on." Sanchez talked to a stagehand, pointing at his card. "She? Her!? Ahem, okay students, it seems we have a special guest...Principal of Rachel Steele High, Vera Banks will be here. Why? I do not know, but she better not touch my children, I'm warning you Vera!" Backstage, Vera smirked. "Poor little Diego, scared I'll eat into his DVD profits." Regina, not knowing Vera's position, was shocked. "Soyo, your mom is The Principal of the other high school!?" "Yeah." "Wow, that's kinda like, a big deal, I guess," Regina shrugged. Suddenly, a stagehand poked his head out the curtain and shouted, "Show's starting get in position." Sami, standing with The Banks Brothers, was very surprised at the professional atmosphere around him: catered tables, assistants, lighting, this felt like no school hall he'd ever been to. Sami peered behind the curtain to see a crew of people at the back of the hall, operating large studio cameras. "Wow, it's like they're filming a T.V show." "Yeah Bro," replied Jay. "This school knows how to franchise, Bro this is going to be shown on TV later and then released on DVD with a fuckload of extra stuff-- huge sellers Bro, huge." "Wow." "Bro, when this is done come over to mine and I'll lend you last month's Hottest Mom Contest. Bro, Jenny Thompson fucking killed it that night." The show was starting. "First on stage: Yukari Takahashi-Kwon and her step-daughter Tammie Kwon!" Tammie held a folding chair and leapt on stage first. Yukari took her robe off and then followed her step-daughter into the rapid crowd. Yukari smiled and waved at the students. "Whoa, dude, look! Fuck! A hot Japanese woman! That's Tammie's mom, fuck look at what she's wearing! Look at those nice tits! I'm gonna start jacking off right now, right now! Ah, fucking jeans!" Yukari was wearing the P.E uniform of the schoolgirls of her native land: A white t-shirt and small, tight, red briefs, no shoes, no socks, her mature, naturally curvaceous body meeting with the students' approval. "Konichiwa, hello, umm, I am Yukari. This my step-daughter Tammie. Umm, my talent I like to show is vagina, yes? Vagina licking." Tammie set the chair, then tore her trackpants off to reveal her exposed tight, shaven vagina and firm ass. The crowd roared loudly: "Fuck yeah! Fuck! Yeah!" Tammie sat down, her step-mom going to her knees: they were ready to start. Yukari tickled her step-daughter's ripe, moist, honey-combed vagina with the tip of her tongue. Tammie held still, holding the seat, a sharp, chilly breeze going through her body. Yukari pushed her fingers into Tammie's thighs, pushing, pressing her buttons, playing her like an expert. Yukari's skills could be compared to an expert chef; she could smell the aromas of her subject cooking, baking, toasting to perfection; the sweet hot honey of her step-daughter dripping into her mouth. Like learned schoolchildren, the crowd watched Miss Takahashi-Kwon not just lick with a simple up-down motion, but saw it go side-to-side, in-and-out, a master class of female pleasure. Tammie bit down hard on her lower-lip; only those in her family -- and Regina -- knew what this signalled: she was cumming. Tammie held her composure, wriggling around; squirming till it came rushing to her. "Mmmm!" she masked her moan, controlling her squirt, letting it trickle down neatly on to the stage. Yukari looked to the crowd, her lips smeared with her step-daughter's juices. "Yes? Good?" The girls clapped, the guys cheered. Tammie stood up, grabbed her pants and strolled off the stage, business as usual. Yukari bowed her head, got up from her knees, repeatedly thanking the crowd. Waiting backstage was Yukari's "good" friend Claire. She leapt into Yukari's arms and immediately began kissing her wet lips. "Hmmm, hmmm, Yukari. Oh baby." "Mom!" shouted bemused daughter Regina. "You do know what she was doing!?" Claire turned to her daughter and smirked. "Hmm Regina, we got something in common: We both know how Tammie's juices taste like!" "Mom!" Tammie stood behind Regina, whispering into her ear. "I don't blame your mom, not at all, because me? I'm delicious." Regina sighed and shrugged. "Oh I do know that." Tammie hissed, then stepped into the backdrop. Regina smiled. "Next up: Claire Cestin!" "That's me, wish me good luck." "Good luck," replied Yukari. Claire came tearing out the gate, waving her arms to the crowd. "Hey party people, woo! Ya ready for some fun!" Regina put her palm on her face. "Urgh, Mom!" Claire tossed her robe to the crowd: she was wearing nothing but a white frilly apron. She turned around and smacked her firm bare backside. "Woo I am ready! Yeah! My talent is...getting you guys' cumming!" She jumped off the stage and ran into the crowd. "Okay quick, who wants blowjobs? Hurry, hurry eeek!" It was a huge scene; guys jumping over each other, slacks, shorts flying everywhere. Claire grabbed any cock she could, sucking, tugging away indiscriminately. "Hey! Hey!" shouted Sanchez over the microphone. "That's cheating, you're disqualified! Disqualified! Let them go, now!" "Boo! Boo!" the guys were not happy. Claire took the cocks out of her mouth and hands. "Sorry guys, sorry. Hey I'll be back soon, promise." As quickly as she came, she got up to the stage and left, the students responding with appreciative applause. Claire was buzzing from her performance, cheeks bright red. "Yukari, Yukari finish me off! I'm about to explode." Claire grabbed her by the arm and took her to the corner. Yukari kissed Claire's neck while fingering her to completion. "Yes, yes, yes, yes. Oh yes! YES!" Regina just watched her mother suck teenage cock and was now being fingered by a Japanese woman. Just one mere week ago Claire Cestin was a typical American housewife. Regina at this point had embraced the madness; none of this fazed her anymore. "Mom! Stop shaking from your orgasm, it's embarrassing!" Back on stage, Principal Sanchez read the next contestant's name with a tinge of disgust. "Everyone, next up is...Vera Banks." The lights turned dim, a spotlight appeared. A bed was lowered in. Inside was a young teen, pale, short, brown hair. "Roleplay! Roleplay!" shouted one observant audience member. Vera appeared in a nurse uniform; A white polyester skin-tight-dress accentuating her peachy behind and full breasts, her curled brown hair bouncing with each step. She had all the fine touches to her ensemble: bright red lipstick, stockings and heels. "Good afternoon." She spoke in an English accent, her hands clasped. "My name is Mrs. Banks, principal of the high school on the other side of this town. I hope you enjoy this little piece I prepared for you." Vera sat on the bed, stroking the hair of the teen in the bed. Evan, now sitting in the crowd with Jay, turned to his brother and asked, "Hey, hey, hey, why we ain't there? Come on, we her sons, come on now --" "Good question Bro. Good reason; because he looks better in the role of son. We too big for it to be hot, even if we're the actual sons." "I see that, yeah, I see it yeah, I see it, yeah, I'm down with that yo." "Ohh, my poor little guy not feeling good? said Vera. Cough, cough. "I ain't doing well Mum, got me the flu," he said in a mock English accent. She put the back of her hand on his forehead. "Oh you're burning up." "Yeah Mum, it's a bad one me thinks." "You know what we need to do? We need to take these covers off," she flung his sheets off. He was shirtless and in pyjama pants. "Mum!" "Hmm," she put her hand on his chest. "You're boiling aren't you? Oh my," she crept her hand lower, lower. "The heat must be coming from here," she grabbed his pyjamas and ripped them open. "Mum! That's me private area!" Vera wrapped her delicate fingers around his modest penis. "Want me to take away the warm feelings?" He nodded. "Yes, please Mum, please do!" "All right, let me get comfortable!" Vera tore off her nurse uniform to reveal a white red-cross bikini-top and thong. The crowd cheered. She hopped on top and started tugging at it. "This making you cool-down? Sweat away that hotness?" "Yes Mum yes!" She dropped down, close to him, stroking his hair, rubbing his cock, her legs wrapped around his light waist, crushing his sternum. "Oh Mum! It's, it's leaking, it's coming out, it's -- ohhh!" his cum shot high in the air, falling with a neat thwack. A moment for the crowd to absorb it all and scene: The lights back on. "Fuck, fuck that was hot!" The guys in the crowd stood up with their slacks falling from their ankles. "I'm still hard, hard!" Sanchez was steaming. "Ok, ok, next performer. Get this bed out the way, come on move it! Move it!" Vera gave her roleplay son a warm hug. "You did great, well done Willy." "Thank you Ma'am," he said in his real down-south American accent. Backstage, while Farah made her final preparations, she was approached by a keen admirer. Regina, arms crossed, stood behind Farah. "Umm, Miss Azim?" Farah turned. "Hmm yes? Can I help you dear?" "I just, umm, I just," Regina was blushing, "Miss Azim, I just wanted to tell you that I, I, think you're really pretty." Farah was slightly taken aback, "Thank you so much, that's so sweet of you, um." "Regina." "Regina. Thank you" Regina had turned scarlet, her voice becoming hushed. "I, I, just noticed you from, where, I was...yeah..." Farah put her hand on Regina's cheek, slowly, gently sliding her thumb onto her glossy pink lips. "You're such a gorgeous young woman yourself. Blossoming so beautifully." Farah put her hands lower, down the length of Regina's arm, to her jeans, where her phone was dangling; Farah grabbed it and typed in her number, coolly handing it back to her. "I'll be seeing you, Regina." "Yea-yeah, thank you, bye." Regina went looking for her friends. Sami, who missed seeing his mother and this teenage girl flirt, wondered why Regina looked so flush. "Sami, could you come over here?" asked his mother. Sami went to the staircase. "Hmm, what for Mom?" "I may need you for something, just wait there, ok?" "Ok, Mom." "Our final performer of the day, she is The Middle-Eastern Sex Bomb!" It was time: Farah went on stage. "Hello," she waved in a regal manner. "Hello boys and girls. Firstly I'd like to address your principal: I am not Arabic, I am Persian." Sanchez waved his arm. "Yeah whatever, whatever." Farah continued on: "Well, students, I want to sincerely thank you all for coming. Shall we start?" She slowly untied the sash of her robe, letting it crumple on the floor. She was wearing a high-end crimson red lingerie set, frilly bra, lace thong, stockings, suspenders and the all-important garter belt. She did a twirl and asked the crowd, "Like it?" "Yes, yes!" they shouted. "Thank you, thank you. Today I shall teach you about eloquent technique. I am a woman who has been using my body to give myself an advantage in many situations. You girls especially can learn, as much can be done by doing very little. I shall demonstrate using my son. Come on to the stage, Sami." "Me? Did she just ask for me?" Sami was unsure if he heard her correctly, yet went along with her instructions. He went through the curtain, almost tripping over himself as he walked towards his mother. He stood awkwardly, hard-on visible; staring directly at his mother's smoking-hot lingerie-clad body. Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 04 "Say hello to my son everyone." "Hi Sami," they said in unison. "Oh, umm, hey." "Stand with your back to me, Sami." Sami turned around, still confused at his reasons for being there. "Could one of you in the audience please hand me a tissue?" Piles of tissues were thrown on the stage. "I'd prefer clean ones," she muttered under her breath as she picked one up. "Thank you." Next, she held a tissue in her left arm. "Watch closely." In one slick manoeuvre, she put her hand on her son's crotch, unzipped his jeans, took his underpants off and held his cock. It took a second for Sami to register the magnitude of this event: His hot mom was about to jerk him off! Any reasons why were blocked from his head when he felt himself cumming: Just a few well-timed strokes from his mother's expert fingers, the inexperienced Sami cummed for the second time that day. Farah held her tissue at just the right angle, all the cum went flying into the tissue. "Ohh!" the crowd gasped. "Like magic! Wow!" Farah handed the tissue to her son and patted him on the head. "Good Boy." Sami, stunned, shaken, stepped to the side. Farah addressed the crowd: "Thank you for your time. I'd just like to inform you all that I accepted a teaching position at Rachel Steele High. Thank you." "It's over, over!" shouted Sanchez. "Off the stage! Off!" Male students rushed the stage area. "Hey, Sami, let's hang out! Hey dude, hey! My sister is hot, wanna meet her?" Mother and son were quickly ushered backstage. Sami just realised right then what his mother had done for him: she'd got him instant popularity -- and in a free-sex environment, that meant lots of sex. "Hey Mom, thanks." "Don't worry about it dear. Go on, those boys want to talk to you." Jay and Evan were there. Sami approached them. "Bro, amazing, amazing," said Jay. "You're hanging with us today, no question, no question." "Cool, cool," replied Sami. "Evan you got anything to say?" asked Jay. High-energy Evan spoke in a sombre, slower tone. "Yo, I wanna be real with you. I need to unload before I start talking again, because that was fucking insane. See you later," he turned and went looking for a quiet corner. Jay put his arm around Sami. "Bro, I'm telling you: Your day hasn't even started yet! That's how we do it here in Tabootopia, Bro you ain't seen nothing yet!" "Oh wow, wow. Just wow." *** It was time to announce the winner. All the mothers, in costume, stood on stage. Sanchez, dishevelled, tired, took the mic. "Ahem, after thinking it over, by myself, I decided the winner is...Yukari Takahashi-Kwon!" Yukari clapped her hands and grinned. The exhausted crowd gave polite applause to the winner. "Forfeit time!" shouted Sanchez. "Forfeit! You losers, pucker up!" "Forfeit?" said Yukari. "We have to kiss your behind, your butt Yukari," Vera patted Yukari's red briefs. "Pull em down, you earned it!" "Ok, ok." Yukari pulled down her briefs, exposing her peachy behind. Claire went first; she got on her knees and planted a big smacker on her friend-lover's butt. Second went Vera, going with a soft smooch. Last was Farah with a simple peck, thinking it was only polite that she not go full-on with someone she'd only just met. Vera addressed the women. "Right girls, now this is over, shall we all go to the spa? The baths perhaps? I know I need it." "Sounds great," replied Claire, "I got so many juices all over me." Yukari nodded. "Yes, I go to." "I think I shall join you too," added Farah. "You have to come," Vera grabbed Farah's juicy backside, "It feels so amazing! Firm like a watermelon. I'm sorry but I won't be able to keep my hands off you." Farah giggled. "That will be more than fine, my dear." Backstage, the guys, Jay, Evan and Sami, and the girls, Regina, Vivi and Soyo were discussing plans. "You're not hanging with us!" said Soyo to the boys. "No-no! We know what you want and we ain't looking to be tied down, you get me?" "Pssh, yeah," said Jay. "We got tons to do Sis." Vivi patted Sami on the head. "Aw, I wanna keep him." "Bitch please," said Soyo. "Boy wants to explore before sleeping in your nest." Vivi sighed. "Yeah," she got a card out her pocket and handed it to Sami. "Psst, after my daddy and me's playtime, come to my house, we play!" she winkled and giggled. "S-sure! Yes!" Sami was elated. "Bye!" she blew her plaything a kiss. Sami's day was going quite well. He got new friends, got to take in a show and his mother was about to be sexually involved with her third principal. Though the overabundance of sex on offer was fantastic, to Sami the greatest thing about Tabootopia was that the best was yet to come. End Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 05 Copyright © 2011, Surt, ALL Rights Reserved. There is no need to read any previous Tabootopia chapters before reading this as everything relevant is explained throughout the story. Anyone involved in ANYTHING sexual is of the legal age limit (18 or over). Feedback is always appreciated and replied to. Thanks for reading and enjoy! The Celebrity Templates are: Shohreh Aghdashloo is Farah Azim Susan Sarandon is Miss Bolovey Amanda Bynes is Regina Cestin Madeline Zima is Vivian Keentucker Brenda Song is Soyo Banks Necar Zadegan is Raina Alexa Nikolas is 'Rocket' Pocket Polly Natalie J Robb is Carla Woroalman *** Farah Azim wore many hats: business negotiator, high school teacher, lesbian sex instructor and qualified massage therapist. During her masseuse training, she wondered why she had to wear restrictive clothing when massaging customers, considering the clothes hindered her movements and invariably got dirty from oil stains. So, Farah delivered her standard massages in the nude – to both male and female customers. To no surprise, not one person complained, every customer approved; her tips were way above the average; All this from giving the same massages as everyone else, just without clothes. She used those skills to seal many a business deal and now, in Tabootopia, she was using them again, this time on her very own son... On this blissful Tabootopia dawn, the early morning sunlight was peering out the curtains, the open window letting in a warm breeze. This lucky boy said yes to the mouth-watering incentive that got him up so early: a relaxing nude massage. So there he was, naked, laid out on the leather table, with the masseuse sitting on his behind, that woman, of course, being his mother, herself without clothes. She was rubbing her son's back with her oiled-up hands, soothing his morning aches. "Oh sooo good, Mom," said our boy Sami as his legs shook from his mother's touch. Sami was a short, tan-skinned teenage boy, originally from Michigan, USA. "I'm pleased you approve, dear," said Farah. "It has been a while since I have done this. I'm considering offering this service to my students." Farah was a buxom, age-defying, Persian-born beauty, her full raven hair flowing as she gently rocked back-and-forth on her son's body. "Yeah, yeah, they're going to like this," replied her son. He could feel the room getting hot: very hot; the morning sun was filling them both with a warm glow, mother and son's bare shining bodies glistening in the sunlight. Farah carried on working his back, reaching every sore spot of her boy's shaven hairless body. When she moved to his shoulders, Sami could feel his mother's nipples poke his back. "Does that feel good?" she asked with her hushed, husky, highly-erotic accented voice bellowing in his ear. "Ohh, soo good, Mom." "Good. You have a big day today, a fieldtrip to the farmlands. Do you remember my request, dear?" "Y-yes Mom," he said as he gritted his teeth, his mother's burning hot fingertips digging into his skin. The sticky leather was starting to sizzle, the heat was increasing. "Good boy. My sister will be so pleased to see you; she's never met you before. Hmm, it's been so long since I've seen here, two decades perhaps. I constantly wondered where she moved to, turns out she came here, isn't that amazing?" "Yes, yes, Mom." "I made the arrangements with your teacher; she said it would be all right for you to leave the group and go visit her." "Ok, M-M-Mom," he let out a sharp intake of air as he felt his mother's breasts bouncing off his back. It then dawned on Sami that his mother was only giving him this nice treat so that she could get this favour out of him. Sami didn't mind. "Good boy," she whispered into his ear while grinding her prickly bush on his backside. That it was it: he couldn't stand anymore of his mother's skilled hands. The raging inferno was roaring, his mother, the delectable scion of tantric pleasure, had succeeded: he cummed. Seeing the dripping white liquid on the floor, Farah dismounted from her son, her objective complete. She patted him on the butt. "That will be all. Thank you for letting me test my massage skills." "Any, anytime, Mom," he said with the smallest of whittled voices, him boiled, sweating, the sheeting stuck to his body. "Oh Sami dear, could you please replace the sheets?" she asked while rubbing her oily hands on her sizeable breasts. "Yes, Mom." "Thank you, dear," she smiled, then, went onward to the bathroom. Sami cleaned himself up, got excited thinking of his mother's naked oiled-up sweaty breasts, cleaned himself up again, and then replaced the sheets. On any other day Sami would've stayed in his room and reused this experience for his own personal enjoyment – but he did not. That's because on that day Sami and his school friends were finally being allowed outside of Our Haven – to the greater areas of Tabootopia. Sami was also excited (in a perverse way) to meet the aunt he'd heard so much about yet never, ever met. He only knew her by one name: Raina. If she was anything like his mother, it was to be well worth the journey. *** A group of nine students (split into three groups of three) were ready to go to the farmlands via a minibus. That along with their adult supervisor made a total of 10 passengers. Already in the car was the first group. "I feel forgotten!" exclaimed Brian, a heavyset African-American teen wearing a bombastic pink shirt and cargo shorts. "How long's it been, huh? How long? I've seen these other motherfuckers try and do the same shit that we do! Motherfucker what? We ain't done nothing in weeks, what's up with that? We gotta stay strong bruthas!" "Yeah, umm, yeah," agreed Björn, a short, slim Swedish male, wearing an avant-garde sweater and skinny jeans combo. "It has been a while since it has been, umm, all three of us together, yes, like this. Daniel I, ahh, blame you." "Hey you can't blame D-Nova!" interrupted Brian, "He's been living with that mom and daughter! How can you stop a motherfucker from that kind of set-up! D-Nova, they let you out for this huh?" "Yeah," said Daniel Nova, a half-Mexican, half-Causation, with remarkably plain looks and style with standard issue short dark hair. "Ma – Ruth said it would be educational." Björn spotted Daniel's miscue: "You were about to call her mom, ah-ha! Yes! Please, umm, feel free, yes, ahh, live the fantasy! You may call her mom in my presence, I understand these, umm, fetishes." Brian agreed: "Fuck, I'd call her momma all day! That ass is righteous. Speaking of big-booty mama's, we got the best at the wheel, ha-ha! How you doing you sexy, sexy white lady?" "Quiet you!" she said from the front of the wheel. "Drop that tone young man, speak out of line with me and I'll backhand slap you so hard that you'll be pleasuring yourself with your pinkies!" The one-of-a-kind Miss Bolovey was a red-haired, bespectacled, large-breasted mature woman who spoke in an accent resembling an olden-times American housewife. For this jaunt she wore a tight-fitting frilly white dress shirt and a long grey skirt. Quietly sitting behind Daniel and co was the next group. This trio featured brothers' Jay and Evan and the aforementioned Sami. Jay, a light-brown skinned, tank top wearing teen from New Jersey, whispered to his group: "Bro, I wanna bang Bolovey so badly, so badly." "Me too, yo, me too!" gushed Evan, an energetic, orange shirted, blond-haired teen. "Yo I'm just going to tell it all to her straight from the heart yo, see what she says." He raised his voice and spoke to his teacher: "Miss Bolovey, I'm such a big fan of yours yo, you're so hot for an older woman, not saying you're old, and not saying you're just hot in your age-bracket, you're fucking hot in any bracket! Fuck, you're so hot, yo can we have sex? Like now? Can I sit on your lap? Can I sit, can I sit? – " "Hush! Hush I say!" she shouted to the group of boys, her face beetroot red. "Stop running your mouths and listen: if you insufferable, hormonal gooses manage to behave for this whole car ride, I will consider giving you some oral or physical pleasure – but only if you keep the yatteering and masturbatory actions to a minimum! That means you do not fondle me, you do not ask me to touch your privates, you speak amongst each other at a decibel level that I can tolerate. Do you understand!?" "Yes Ma'am," they said in unison. "Good, right-o. Now sit and wait patiently for the last group." After being told off, the two groups of guys introduced themselves to each other. Björn recognized Sami. "Hey, I saw you at the, umm, Hottest Mom contest! Brian, remember? That mother of his." Brian bit down on his hand. "Uhh! Fuck! Your mom is fucking inferno, blazing, wildfire hot! Uhhh! Can you feel me!? She's fucking sexy!" "Umm, thanks," replied Sami. "Brutha I'd wreck your mother," said Brian with absolute seriousness in his voice. "Wreck her. She got the big tits, the big booty going on, just wanna get my hands on it and shake, shake, shake! Uhhhh! Can you feel me!? Can you feel me!?" he tagged hands with Sami. "Now that's what I'm talking about!" After a few minutes of polite talk between the boys – covering such topics as Sami's mother's vaginal grooming, Daniel's surrogate mother and Björn's strange fetish with rubber ducks – the last group came in from the backdoor. They threw their bags in the bus and wiped the sweat of their brows. "Hey what's up with you two not helping your sis out, huh?" shouted Soyo – a short, boisterous tanned Asian girl – at her brothers Jay and Evan. Jay shrugged. "We didn't pack anything, besides you get so mad when we're around your friends." Soyo adjusted her little black shorts and tank top. "Please~ I know you all about checking out the pussy range –" Soyo paused when she saw three familiar faces peering out the bus. "Oh hey Brian, Daniel, Björn." "Hey," they said in unison. "Hey, you guys banged my sister?" Jay asked them. "Not yet," Brian said in all honesty. "Right on, Bro," they slapped hands. Regina, a brown haired, tight blue shirt wearing, ample-breasted, frowny teenage girl, quietly took her seat. In contrast, Vivi, a tall, shapely, cheery teen girl, squealed when she saw one of her favourite playthings. "Sam-sam!" she leapt like a gazelle and grabbed Sami, holding him close to her breasts. "Oh my little kitty! Oh baby, baby!" she stroked the back of his head. "We had so much fun that night, when you rolled around dressed like a –" "Hey, hey Vivi!" interrupted Sami, "I don't think they need to know all the details!" "Ok Sam-sam," she kissed him on the top of his head and scuffled his hair. "Oh hey Born!" Vivi reached over and patted Björn on the top of his head. "Hello, umm, Vivi," he said with a sly grin. Vivi adjusted her tiny jean shorts, then, sat in her seat. "Hi everyone, I'm so excited! We're going on a trip! Eek! What will we see!? I wanna see some cute animals! Coolzees!" "Oh she said coolzees!" Evan marked-out over Vivi's catchphrase. "Right-o," said Miss Bolovey, "Stop your dilly daddling and listen: We will take this vehicle to the outer areas and reach the farmlands by midday, understood?" "Why can't we go further?" Regina asked unexpectedly. "Why are we going to just the farm area? Why can't we go all the way to New Babylon?" "Yeah, yeah," muttered the class. Regina carried on: "I asked my dad and he said we could only drive there, we can't take the train because we're not allowed to, so why can't you take us all the way there? I wanna see what the big city is like." Miss Bolovey turned to look at the disobedient little girl: "Young woman, I implore you to get yourself fully factual before asking such a question, because if you had even the slightest of ideas you'd know that there is a vast wilderness area beyond the farming lands where very little, if any, exploration has taken place. So, do you want to get lost in a place you may not return from?" "N-no, it was just a question." "Little missy, I applaud your adventuress sprit, I like you and think you're a slight shade above some of the little cum droppers we have in this group, I also did quite enjoy your love-festival with the Korean girl. I, personally, do not want you going missing, as the repercussions fall on me: Mr. Sanchez requested that I only need return with, and I quote, 'the Jersey Asian girl, the hot white daddy girl and Regina with the boobs.' The rest he did not specify, so, little missy, don't you dare try wandering off, because if you do I'll track you down, rip down your underpants and make that tight little butt of yours red as an apple! Do I make myself clear!?" "Yes Ma'am, crystal." "Good, tallyho, let's get going." The group went silent, wondering if their teacher had just coined a new insult with "cum droppers." Finally, the bus started and they were on their way. Five minutes into the journey, Evan turned to Regina and said, "Yo props for speaking up, you dropped some sick knowledge yo. I didn't even know we had a train!" *** Three hours of paved road, with the only scenery being trees and outgoing cargo trucks, turned out to be less than stimulating to the teens, so they passed the time by talking amongst themselves. The group got along well, especially when the boys found out that all six of them were members of the same incest website, which got them talking about their favourite stories and pictures from the old website. So absorbed they were in conversation that none of them even tried anything with the girls – for an hour. "Yo Regina, can I kiss you?" asked Evan. "No," she said bluntly. "Vivi?" "No, you big-boy kiss and I don't like big-boy kissing." "Aw...how about you, Soyo?" "I'm your sister!" He turned around and sat back in his seat. "Oh well." Jay consoled his brother: "Bro, I'm sure there're hot girls in this...what's this place we going to called?" "Gaudium," said Daniel. "Ah, right on, right on...Bro, did you just say we're going to Gay Dom?" As the minibus made its journey out of the paved forest path, the vast farmland area that is Gaudium came into view. The most stunning scenic aspect of Gaudium was how overflowing it was with lush green grass, stretching as far as the eye could see. There were only half-a-dozen houses and those were all huge, brick-made vestiges. In addition there were barns dotted around the landscape, cows, bulls and pigs moseying in the pens and, over the horizon, were small hillside valleys. It was indeed a huge shift from the urbanized Our Haven, even the air smelled different, fresher. The group got out of the bus and looked around. "Damn!" said Brian, "This place is huge! Look, a bull!" Soyo was not impressed: "Yees, I suppose it's aight." "Hello there!" said a manly voice from out in the distance. "Ah, you must be the town's people!" a tall, grey shirted, slacks and straw hat wearing blond white man approached the group. "Me name's Tobias Woroalman, pleased to meet you all," he shook Miss Bolovey's hand. Tobias spoke in an odd mix of a South African and a southern American accent. "Charmed," replied Bolovey. "So, where will these younglings be staying for this trip? With you I'd guess?" "Oh yes, plenty room down in the house, just right over there on the left. Go on inside and I'll show you around –" "Mister: shut the fuck up," Soyo had heard enough: "Take me to the bedroom, the barn, the hay, whatever the fuck you got and jizz, jizz all over me," Soyo took him by the arm and dragged him away. "Quiet the little firecracker ain't ya?" "I'm wet, I need some cock," Soyo nonchalantly put her hand down his slacks. "Oh! You ain't told me you packing pythons? Motherfucker I ain't letting you go till you're empty!" "I won't complain." "Bye-bye Soyo," said Vivi. Soyo gave the peace sign in response. While the group was digesting what they just saw, another surprise hit them right after. A long grey haired, nude, petite white woman, her hair covering her breasts, patted Brian on the shoulder. "Oh hello there, you're perfect," she handed Brian a tribal spear. The group stood in stunned silence. Brian, composed and calm, tried articulating his feelings: "Okay... this right here: this is fucked up, this is fucked up, am I right?" his friends nodded. "Now, I'm a chill brutha, I ain't gonna blow-up or anything, but this is fucked up, really fucked up. Nah, this ain't right, I can't be down with this, nah, nah, I'm sorry hunnie but this is just too much –" "I got three daughters." "Let's go." Without missing a beat, Brian put his arm around the woman and walked away with her. "Oh what's your name, dear?" she asked. "Call me Zulu," he said in a mock-African accent. "Oh, oh my." Evan scratched his head with both hands: "What just happened!? Soyo left with a farmer and Brian left with a white witch woman!?" "Yea, Bro!" his brother replied. "Damn these village people are horny! I gotta get some of that pussy! I'm gonna be fucking all night long! Yeah –" "Stop the dandyness at this moment!" shouted Bolovey, "Now hush children, hush, let me lead you to the house." Bolovey pulled at her collar while walking. "Heaven's it's gotten hot," she unbuttoned her dress shirt to reveal a loose-fitting turquoise tank top, her heavy breasts jiggling along nicely. "That's better." She tossed her shirt in Evan's face. "Hold it for me, boy." He held it with both hands and sniffed, "Ahhh! Smells like hot punishment, yo." They turned a corner, reached the barn area and were greeted by a huge surprise: a snarling horse. Vivi's eyes began to sparkle. "Huh! Horsey! Yay!" she ran towards it and nuzzled her face into it. "Horsey, horsey!" Björn smiled sinisterly at Vivi and the horse's interaction. "Urgh, please say we are not going there," Regina said to Daniel. "Just hope we don't," he whispered back. For official purposes it should be noted that no bestiality took place. Thankfully, out of the stables a female of the human variety came rushing out. She ran towards the group with much excitement. "Hello! Hello! You the school people we're expecting?" she said in a quick, sparky tone. They nodded. "Hey, I'm Sally!" Sally was a long legged, bare footed, blond haired farm girl – yes, the farmer's sexy daughter. She wore pigtails, a vest which did nothing to hide her protruding nipples and a long frilly skirt. Evan stepped forward: "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck you, no not fuck you, fuck me!" Jay shoved his brother aside: "Hey baby, hey, how's it going? I'm Jay and I think we should get-to-know each other better...by having sex~!" Bolovey slapped them both upside their heads, grabbed them and pulled them back with ease. "Dirty, filthy, filthy boys: Do not speak to a young lady like that!" Sally smiled, giggled and clapped: "Funny! Funny! Did you guys practice that?" Before they could respond, Daniel stepped forward: "Umm yeah, sure. Hi, I'm Daniel." "Hey Daniel, hey everyone. Gosh, gosh I'm so nervous." "Sally!" shouted a Scottish woman's voice. "Sally, who're you talking to? "The people from the big town, Mom." "Oh they're here," out she came from the adjunct room, walking while wiping her hands. "Hello, glad to meet you all, I'm Tobias's wife, Carla. Welcome to our farm." Mother Carla had a warm smile and a charming accent, and, like her daughter, possessed killer sex appeal, with a truly feminine figure, creamy white skin, wavy dark hair, large breasts packed neatly into her blue shirt, not forgetting her so-good-you-wanna-sleep-on-it ample behind. "Hey," replied the kids. Carla looked at her daughter: "Sally, go fetch us some milk from that dairy farmer bloke." Sally bent down, put her hand in her skirt and casually took off her cotton panties. She held them, looked at the group, then dropped them in the hay. "Sure, Mom." She skipped away, all eyes on her. Thank God it was windy. Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 05 "Excuse me, I have a question to ask," said Bolovey, "The Persian boy and the dimwit brothers need to go to this address," Bolovey handed a piece of paper to Carla. "Aye, I know that lass that lives there, she dead nice, proper fit, too. It's just a ten minute walk right down that road, can't miss it." "Thank you kindly," Bolovey took back the paper and handed it to Sami. "Now go on, get, get! Boys, if you linger any longer I'll brand you with that iron!" "Yes Ma'am!" Sami stepped away from his deranged teacher, Jay and Evan followed suit. Evan was slightly despondent: "Yo man, you my boy Sami, so I'm down with this and all, but Sally yo, and Sally's mom yo!" "Bro" replied Jay, "Sally's a hot piece of fresh farm ass and that mom is hot as fuck, but we're the only ones' getting to see Sami's aunt! Think about it Bro: Sami's mom's sister!" Evan agreed with his brother: "Damn, you so right, fuck! Sami's aunt, fuck, is she, like, Arabian too!? Damn, I'm getting hard thinking about her yo! Argh! Let's hurry!" *** Daniel, Björn, Regina and Vivi stayed with the farming family Woroalman, while Miss Bolovey wandered off on her own to another part of Gaudium, having friends she wanted to visit. The teens were taking in a tour of the house, starting with the kitchen. Inside was a short, white buttoned shirt wearing, rosy-cheeked teen, sitting at the kitchen desk, doing his homework. "Say hi Teddy," said his mother Carla. "Hello," mumbled the short statured 18-year-old teen that was busy with his pre-college practice exam. "Oh he's cute!" Vivi reached over to pet him, but was stopped by the teen's mother. "No," said Carla while holding Vivi's arm, "I ain't wanting a pretty lass like you getting the wee lad all hot and bothered while he's doing his work." "Aw, Mom," he said quietly. "You finish that work first, lad! You do all that work in that book you got there and then, if she wants, she can tickle your willy. Isn't that a good deal, eh?" "Really? Awesome!" He dived right back into his book, his mind clogging away with thoughts of ogives, histograms and pink teen vagina. "Coolzees!" Vivi blew kisses to him. Carla dragged her away. "Come on, let the lad focus, I'll show you lot the animals we got out back." "Mwah, mwah!" Vivi blew kisses while being carted away. "I'm coming for you, grrr!" "Please girlie! The wee one has such a big appetite for his age; you keep going like that the lad will cum in his pants!" "Sorry Miss," Vivi said with a pout. "That's all right, you're such a sweet lass, you can't help giving the lads the stiff ones – oi, Teddy! I see you wanking yourself off! You know the deal: no homework, no willy waggling, that's the rules in this house! Get back to work, lad!" *** Sami and his friends trudged along the dirt road. The scenery around them consisted of hills, greenery and the odd person walking by. Evan gave some of his analysis: "Yo I'm so into the mix they got here, diverse as fuck yo. Yo, that Chinese dude who said hello was speaking like a Canadian yo, and that Indian chick, she was so hot yo, yo but was she Malaysian? She had a little bit of Singapore in that 'hello', don't you think so? "I don't know, maybe," said Jay with a shrug. "Bro, you got one thing dead wrong: that Indian chick was checking me out! I'm going to go look for her after we see Sami's aunt. Bro, we there yet? "Yeah, here we are." They stood in front of the one-story house. Sami settled his nerves and walked up the steps. Knock, knock. No answer. Sami tried again. He stepped down the porch and waited. Seconds later he heard footsteps coming from the house, a tall lady-like shadow in the distance. She ripped open the door and saw Sami. The boys' mouths dropped when they saw her: She was wearing a pink lingerie set with a beige cardigan. "Are you Sami?" "Yes I am –" before he could finish, she grabbed Sami by the cheeks and kissed him on the lips. Jay and Evan looked on at the long aunt-nephew kiss. "Damn yo!" said Evan. "She is so fucking hot!" She was indeed: Raina was a tall, toned, long-legged, medium dark-haired Persian sex-bomb. She leaned out while keeping her hands clasped on him, her fresh minty breath in his airways. "Hello, how have you been?" she spoke in an American accent, "Pleasure to meet you, Sami. Please, come inside, you boys, too." They entered inside the house, shoes off. "Okay, you boys," she pointed at Jay and Evan; their hearts a flutter with the prospect of sex. "You boys, please go inside the living room, please feel free to take whatever you need from the kitchen." Hopes dashed, they sighed and sat on the living room floor. Raina's expression changed. She started speaking in lightning-fast Farsi: "I don't mind them staying here, but I would not like them to know private family business. Do you understand?" Sami nodded; he couldn't speak the language but understood well enough. "Come, come to the bedroom, we'll get-to-know each other while having sex." Gulp. "Ok," he replied. She led him upstairs, Jay and Evan giving him the thumbs-up. In the dark, curtained-up bedroom, Raina took her cardigan off and ordered her nephew to "Strip." Sami threw his clothes off, shaking at his aunt's intimidating presence. He was equal parts aroused and petrified, fully-aware that just one of her long thick legs could crush his frail body. Done stripping, Sami stood naked, his hands covering his privates. Raina kept her gaze locked on her target as she casually tossed aside her bra and panties. She put her hands and knees on the bed and got on all fours. Her seductive glare, those eyes, that stare, like a tigress sizing her prey, she was ready to pounce. "Come," she grabbed his arm and got him lying on the bed. She lowered herself down towards him till she was on top, her face nuzzling his neck, her hands feeling his beat, her dominance solidified. She peppered him with light kisses on his neck. "How is your mother?" she asked. "F-F-Fine." "How is school?" "Good, yeah, good, I like school, school is good." "What school do you go to?" "Umm, Kay Parker High." "That's a dreadful school," she hissed. "Oh really?" he replied. It was hard for Sami to focus on typical distant relative small talk while his naked aunt lay on top of him. He could already feel himself cumming; droplets reaching his aunt's toned thighs. "Let me be honest: I know your mother sent you here for a reason, what was it?" "I, I don't know." "Oh I know what it is," she dismounted herself, turned around and pointed to her ass. "Go on, I know what she wants you to do: get it over with." "Umm..." his aunt's delectable derrière sure was nice, but he didn't know what she wanted him to do with it. "Go on, you boys call it spanking, am I correct? Do it, now." Sami gave a little tap to his aunt's round cheeks. "What was that? I didn't feel a thing! Come on, harder." He put a little more force into it, still it felt as hard as a cupcake. "Harder! Come on, try!" He pulled his arm back and put a little more bite into it. "Harder! Harder!" Sami pulled his arm all the way back and flung it at her. Sm-ack! He connected. "Again, again!" Due to having such slim arms, Sami was able to deliver powerfully fast, hard-hitting, painful spanks. The sound of flesh-on-flesh reverberated around the house, again and again, whacking her butt till it turned red raw. "Oh! Oh! Oh, oh that's enough," Raina clutched the soaked sheets around her ankles. She rolled over, grabbed Sami and began making-out with him. "Hmm, hmmm! That was so good, hmm, hmmm." She had her fingernails digging into his skin. "Hmm, come closer Sami, stick it inside me, Sami, Sami, I think for now, I'll turn you into a man." Meanwhile, downstairs, The Banks Brothers were watching television. "Yo," said Evan. "Yo we come all the way to this place, the birthplace of Tabootopia yo! And what do we do? We watch television?" "Hey Bro, hey, I just wanna see how this show starts and then we'll go out and get us some pussy, relax Bro, relax. Now quiet down, it's starting!" "TTS is proud to present its Signature Star, 'Rocket' Pocket Polly, in her first starting role – Polly's World!" "Polly's World is filmed in front of a live studio audience." A large suburban home was shown on screen, an 80's-style cherry sitcom theme opening the show. ("~Polly's World, it's Polly World, everyone's favourite little pocket rocket, it's Polly's World~") Evan was not impressed: "Yo, that song sucks, the name's stupid –" "Shut up, shut up," said Jay, "It gets better." The interior of the house was shown. A short, slim, white, frizzy-haired teen girl opened the front door. "I'm home!" she said in a chipper voice. "Mom? Dad?" "Oh hello Polly," a mature looking, tall, brown haired woman wearing a strapless shinny red dress walked out the kitchen. The studio audience cheered. "How was school, Polly? Tell me you went to school today." "I did Mom...sorta," Polly looked at the ground and kicked her shoes. "Sorta did? What happened this time, Polly?" "Well Mom, my geography teacher told me he had something important to show me and, umm, he took me to his office and I...sucked his penis all day." "Polly!" groaned her mother. (Audience laughs.) "Well at least I learned about erosion." The crowd reacted with laughter to Polly's retort. "That didn't even make sense, yo," mumbled Evan. "It's not about the jokes Bro, it's not about the jokes!" Jay defended. "Sorry Mom, I did try to go to classes, but I can't help being so hot!" Polly did a little twirl; sections of the crowd gave wolf-whistles. 'Rocket' Pocket Polly was indeed a little hottie with curious sex appeal. Barely reaching above 5'0, 'Pop-Rock', as she was known by her fans, wore an outfit consisting of black-rimmed glasses, braces, tight colourful shirts and blue jeans, her attire complementing her peach-like breasts and vice-like butt. Then, a short, brown haired teen, clad only in his boxer shorts, came down the stairs. "Hey Sis, hey Mom. Damn Mom, you look really hot! I've been trying to get rid of this wood since coming back from school, could you please help me? You too, Polly." His mother gave a stern look to him. "I'm dressed like this because of you! Because you were roughhousing with Billy, I have to go to his house to make him feel better." "But Mom~, he started it! I won that race and he knows it!" "Enough, Chris! Us mothers settled it. Because you shoved him, I have to give him a little bit of sex, that's the deal." She adjusted her dress and heels, then applied her bright red lipstick. "And Billy's a little biter so I'm not going to enjoy it too much." "Aw shucks." the crowd laughed. "Can I at least watch?" "As long as you play nice," his mother walked to the doorway, her son following. When they got near the exit, his mother turned and said: "Hold it young man: you are not going out dressed like that." He tore his boxers off. "This better?" "Good, come." The crowd laughed and cheered. Polly, all alone, looked to the camera. "Well, since everyone's gone, I guess I'll just play with myself!" Polly turned around, bent over, slowly, did a little shimmy and pulled down her tight jeans, kicking them off, letting the camera get a good look at her perfectly round petite ass, then twirling around to show her pink hearted thong. Polly proceeded to pleasure herself for the next ten minutes. Her technique was sloppy in a cute, endearing way. Phrases such as, "Uh-oh, I feel a light shower coming from the south," and, "Oh no, I squirted on Mom's nice plates – again" played to the cute girl image. "So yeah this is the part where the viewer jerks off," noted Jay. "Since I'm with you, I'll just watch it at home; I got it going on the DVR." "Cool, cool," replied his brother. "Yo keep this for me; this sexy little cupcake is getting me hard yo." As they continued to flip channels, the proprietor of the house came home. He was a dark-skinned, burly, flannel wearing South Asian man. "So what you kids doing here eh?" he asked in a Canadian accent. Despite the man's confrontational tone, Jay was remarkably calm: "Bro, the hot chick who lives here is having sex with our friend – her nephew– we're just hanging around, waiting for him. Hope that's cool, Bro." He sighed. "Well, ok with me." he sat in his recliner. "So what you kids watching?" "Just this talk show, we watch it all the time, tell him Bro." "Yeah, this repeat of this talk show, yeah," replied Evan. "It's a show about these guys, young guys, talking about hot moms, yeah, yeah, there's Jeff the black dude, Matt the white dude, Adam the Latino guy and Jason the Asian guy. They just riff about stuff relevant to sons yo, you know, hot moms, they talk about hot moms, it's a tough show to describe, but I like it yo, I like it, I think it's interesting, yeah, yeah." "I've not seen it before," replied the man, "Think I'll check it out. Oh I'm sorry: I'm Jitar." "Jay," he said pointing to himself. "And this is my bro, Evan." "Good to meet ya," replied the man. The show, known as The Boy Lounge, came back on. Adam addressed the viewers: "Hi, welcome back, we're just about to start with today's topic. So, guys, if you did or do have a hot mom, what kind of job would you want her to have?" Jeff started: "I would say stripper because I see her doing that not just for the cash but also, you know, because she'd like it. I see her leaving the home with a happy expression, you know, wearing a large jacket as she left, happy to be going to work, you know, happy to be looked at by a bunch of men, of course with the notion she's doing it all for her boy, you know, the 'momma's gotta get you in those Nikes' deal, though without that depressing underbelly behind it, if you know what I mean." Adam nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes Jeff I see where you're going and I like your direction, I like the view. If you'd let me steer the bus, I think I got an interesting route to take us. Now, with my take on the fetish I'd favour a more everyday kind of job role. So, she could be, in my view, an executive assistant of some sort, wearing suits, having meetings, going to lunch in the finest restaurants. Now, let me park this bus, take you all outside and hit you with the selling point: Behind that expensive clothing would be hot lingerie, garters, stockings, she'd be sleeping her way to the top! Kissing you goodnight with the same lips she used to suck Mr. Jefferson's cock! Boom!" "That's some excellent thinking," said Jeff. "Matt, you look like you have something to add?" Matt was buzzing with his thoughts, almost jumping out of his seat: "Dude, I got a frigging hot idea! I think it would be so frigging hot if a hot mom was a lifeguard! That red swimsuit, all Baywatch style, god damn! Jason, I'm thinking of your mom because, dude, your mom is so frigging hot! If I was her son, I'd be naked wacking off to her all day dude! All day! Every day! Monday, Tuesday, all them days! My mom's pretty hot, but you Jason, your mom is super frigging hot! Dude, your mom knows how to dress when she's got company around, when it's us boys chilling she's rocking the little booty shorts and tank tops! So frigging hot – oh sorry, I went little off topic, but to get back to what I wanted to say, lifeguard for me would be the hottest job for a mom to have. Jason, dude, your mom would look good as a lifeguard." Jason sat with his hands clasped, nodding in approval: "Thank you for the public endorsement of my mother, Matthew. Your logic when forming this idea was very sound: choosing a legitimate role which requires little clothing: very astute, my friend, very. In the proposed scenario of my mother as a lifeguard, I see gatherings of friends, lads if you will, going to a pool with the intention of observing my mother at her bikini-body best." "Jason, your mother is a model/actress isn't she?" noted Jeff. "Please, you know, tell us about that, we're all interested in that, you know." "Yes, her work is a particularly juicy topic for me. I have to say, pleasuring myself to my mother's professional, well-produced pictures is stupendous good fun, good fun I say. Typing my mother's name into a search browser, hmmm, it gets me buzzing from within, the red-hot heat I feel makes it almost too much of a carnal delight. When said search finishes, I see so many pictures and videos. That is such a...such a rush of emotions, intoxicating really. Speaking of my mother, I must note that her latest shoot was simply fantastic: She was doing a yacht shoot down the coast, gold bikini, many other gorgeous women around here, simply fantastic. "I saw your mom in that shower shoot she did," added Jeff, "It was very hot." "Thank you Jeffery, I think we all can be in agreement that having a gorgeous mother who has a job which adds to her sex appeal is a deadly erotic situation." Adam agreed: "Moms looking sexy for their jobs is very hot indeed. Ok guys: let me take the wheel for just a moment, hop back in with me, because I have another route I'd like to add: the type of men she has relations with, I feel, is a somewhat underrated topic. Personally speaking, I've been around men that did my mom and it was a pretty exciting feeling knowing they did things to her. Do you understand my steering? I'm talking about that moment when you find out your mom's a woman, it's a great feeling." Just then, Jason had hit a breakthrough: "Guys, I'm composting all that has been said during this discussion and right now in my mind I'm picturing a high-brow, sexy, professional, educated type of mother. During her off-days she volunteers as a lifeguard and in her day job she mingles with corporate men and seals her deals by having maybe a little sophisticated give-and-take, does a little dancing with them, and when the time is right: sex." Adam jumped out of his chair: "I Love it! Let's make that into a series! Cut the feed now, now! We need to discuss it some more! Park this bus dammit!" The screen went blue. A voiceover woman then said, "Look forward to the boys' new show: Working Mom. Coming this fall." "Yo that's gonna be good," said Evan. "Looks pretty interesting eh?" said Jitar. "Eh, they've had production problems for a while now," noted Jay, "The guys keep having roleplay sex with the woman playing the mom, she's always so exhausted that she can't film her scenes." "Ah," said Jitar, "I can tell from that studio those kids are from New Babylon, the big city." "Yeah, Bro," replied Jay, "That's where most the shows come from, but we've never been there." "Oh not been out from your little town eh? Where're you from?" "Our Haven," replied Jay. "You kids must know so little about this area," noted Jitar, "So little about Tabootopia. Well, let me tell you a little about what I know." "All right, Bro" said Jay, "Let us know." *** It was nighttime at the ranch and the teens had finished their tour around the farm. While they were milling around outside, looking at the farmyard animals, from the distance they could see a manly figure walking towards them. "Hey I recognize him," said Daniel, "Isn't that...that farmer guy?" Indeed it was Tobias and he seemed to be hauling something over his shoulder. "Look!" yelled Vivi, "Soyo!" Yes, draped over his left shoulder was the spent, used and somewhat abused Soyo Banks. Her legs covered in thick white semen, her clothes ragged, her hair messy, tangled and wet. Tobias stood in front of the group, holding his prize. "Hi everyone, enjoying yourselves?" "Yes, Sir," replied Daniel. "Good, good," he let out a whistle, "Carla! Little help please." Carla came out the house. Tobias gently got the subdued Soyo on her feet. Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 05 "Get this girl in a bed; she's had quite the day." Carla held Soyo by her armpits. "Aye, come on, girlie." Soyo groaned like an undead sex zombie. Vivi giggled. "Night, night Soyo~," she said as her friend got dragged away. "So, you all good here?" Tobias asked the teens. "We're good," replied Daniel. "Good, good." Tobias clasped his hands together. "Right!" he walked back to his home. "Carla, get in that tub! Daddy needs to get clean!" The teens milled around the farm a little longer till Björn's sharp hearing caught the dim sounds of delight. "Umm, I heard something, yes...umm, faint, ahh, almost whispery giggling coming from the, umm, ahh, the back, yes." "Yeah I kinda hear it too," added Daniel. "Wanna check it out?" "Sure," Regina shrugged. "Nothing else going on." "Ohhh we going to sneak-sneak?" Vivi rubbed her hands. "Let's be ninjas! Yeah!" The gang went around the house, through the alleyway and stopped at the fence that led to the backyard. Out on that yard was a large green hot tub – with two people inside. "Oh I'm not doing that again," Regina said firmly. "You had hot tub sex?" asked Daniel. "We both did," said Regina, referring to her and Vivi (and Soyo). Björn cleared his throat. "Oh, umm, ahh, you must, umm, tell me about that later." The teens stepped closer and saw that the two figures inside the tub were Carla and Tobias. They were naked, wet, grinding and kissing. Vivi felt a warm feeling inside her thighs. "Ohhh, ohh they're having such hot mommy daddy sex!" Hmmm," she grabbed Björn by the shoulders and said to him: "Lick me in my special area, ohhhh, do it now! Now!" Björn quickly went to his knees, unzipped her jeans, pushed aside her bunny panties and licked her pussy while keeping his gaze stuck on the action. The married couple continued their playful thrust in the boiling steam filled drum, their grinding bodies tossing the water right out the tub. Regina and Daniel stood there, in the middle of all the sex, feeling a little out of place. "...You're not going to do anything weird, are you?" asked Regina. "Me?" replied Daniel. "No, no, unless you want me to." "I'm good." "Okay..." Tobias and Carla had transitioned into their finishing sequence: her riding her man in reverse cowgirl position. Tobias held Carla's arms behind her back, her full, natural breasts shaking as she rode him, going faster and faster with each bounce, Carla screaming obscenities at the top of her voice. "Yes yes yes yes yes! Oh yes yes yes yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck me, ohhhh! Yes, yes, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck! fuck, yes, fuck, yes, fuck, yes, fuck, fuck me, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck! – oh hiya Son!" The teens looked to the balcony and saw Teddy standing there in his pyjamas. "Mom, could you check my homework please? I've done all of it." "Hmm, huh? Ok, Son," she steadied her shaky legs, took out her husband's cock, kissed him, grabbed the steps and lifted herself out, her son getting a great view of his mother's bare, wet backside. "Hey, stop checking out your mom's butt!" his father said jokingly. Teddy gave a red-faced smile in response. Carla put a towel around her body. "Teddy, didn't I tell you to come talk to me after your mummy and daddy finished shagging?" "Sorry," he muttered. "Aye, it's ok, I know that pretty wee lass got you all excited. Wait there, I'll be right over." "She's talking about me!" Vivi said with glee. "She said I was pretty! I love Mummy Carla! She's my Scottish mummy! Björn you can stop now." Björn stopped licking, neatly placed Vivi's panties in place, zipped her jeans and stood up. Business as usual. "Umm, thank you, Vivi." She patted him on the head. "Good boy, good boy, good job!" "Hey whatcha all doing?" The group turned around in surprise, behind them was Sally. "Where did you come from?" asked Daniel. "I just came to tell ya all your sleeping arrangements, your arrangements. You boys got the downstairs room, Vivian you can sleep in my little brother's room." "Coolzees!" "Yes, yes...and Regina, you," Sally put her finger on Regina's lips, "are sleeping with me." *** "So what you people think of as the unexplored regions are actually just the factory towns. The reason why you Our Haven'ers think it's all unexplored is 'cause you're so used to getting the end product from us, the Gaudium people. You know we're about to make the border bigger and swallow in some of them factory towns anyways, split the district into north, south, but not like a big divide or nothing like that, just for logistical reasons. What I think we really need to do is get some more support into that builders area, they're doing pretty well but I think they got a lot more in them than what we already got them doing, they damn talented, but they always get taken into New Babylon to make some new skyscraper or something. I think most of them are working on that, umm, what's the name of that city next to Babylon?" Jay and Evan couldn't answer. Like anyone who had to endure that explanation, Jay and Evan were bored to sleep. Jitar only just noticed. "Oh, went on too long again, didn't I? Oh well." He took the remote, sat back, relaxed and watched some Sex Games. Back in the bedroom, the most prevalent sound was the bed squeaking, along with it cracking and smacking against the wall; Aunt Raina was riding her nephew, jumping up and down his cock. By now Sami was completely and utterly spent, running on fumes and teenage lust. He held to her ass, hitting little pitter-patter slaps to her raw behind. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she held her small, perfectly-formed tits while rocking back-and-forth his diminutive frame, "Ohh! Ahhh, Ohhh! Ahh! Yes, so good, ahhh yes!" Raina clutched his chin, kissed his cheek and whispered sensually: "Ohhh, Sami, suckle my tit, suckle!" she grabbed Sami by the back of his head and put her tit in his face. He probed his aunt's nipple with the tip of his tongue. "Hmm, tasty, yes." "I said suckle, suckle on it!" she forced her breast into his mouth. "Hmm, ohhh! Ahhh!" As his mouth filled her breast with his hot breath and salvia, she started bucking harder, slamming her nephew's lightweight frame into the damp mattress. "Ohhh I feel, it, ohhhh!" she took Sami's cock out, and fingered herself, her mouth open, her orgasmic growl filling the room. "Ohhhhh!" her juices hit the sheets with a splash, dripping down onto the wooden floor. Exhausted, she fell on top of her nephew. Sami had his legs up in the air, his hands rubbing his aunt's hips, his neck just below her shoulder. "T-T-Thank you," he said before he politely kissed his aunt on the cheek. "You're very much welcome," she rolled over, then pulled the sheets over herself. "Umm, Aunt Raina, please, could you answer one question?" "Hmm, ok, Sami." "Why did you make me spank you?" "Oh that? That's something which aroused both me and your mother when we were younger. Plenty of men would slap us on our bottoms: Father, uncles, cousins, teachers, that's how your mother met your father: he was a teacher who, as you say, gave her a spanking." "Oh...ok." From all of his meetings with his relatives, this, by far, was the best. *** Back at the Woroalmans, the teens were in the house. The boys were hanging out in their designated bedroom. "I, umm, got some action from this trip," noted Björn. "Small victory, yes." "Well I don't mind getting nothing," replied Daniel. "It's been hectic around the house, so many chores, Ruth has me doing things to her friends, she's loaning me out like a dog. Not that I mind, you know, helps me pay my way living there. Plus I get to live with Kelly, did I mention Kelly? She's so great, I really like –" "Stop right there," notably soft-spoken Björn had raised his voice. "That's, umm, good, very good, you know you're one of my best friends, but, umm, I cannot allow you to, umm, say what you're about to say in my presence. I'm sorry, ahh, that type of talk is a real turn-off and I want you to please, ahh, understand and, umm, not talk like that, please!" Daniel chuckled. "All right, I won't let it happen again. Hey, I got a text from Brian, check it out:" "Bruthas I banged the three hottest chicks I've ever seen in my entire life. BOOM. They got me doing some dancing to start out, little fucked up, I won't lie, but then they said I was king and can do anything I want! I got all three daughters at once, one on lips, one on cock, the other one on balls! Yeeea! The mother of the family is sweet! I LOVE this woman, she's so nice! She cooks for me the best food! The girls love me! They calling me daddy, I love them all, gr8 house! Best night of my motherfucking life, join me if you can, I ain't gonna let my bruthas go without! Holla!" "That is such, umm, fantastic news; I am very pleased for him, ahh so pleased. He invited us it seems, what do you think Daniel?" "Umm, you won't like this but I don't think we should go –" "Yes, yes I was going to, umm, say the same thing: my friend, ahh, we know fetishes and we both know, ahh, that what he has going on will be less fun for him if we go, yes, as friends we cannot ruin his, ahh, time of a lifetime, please understand." "Oh, fully, fully," Daniel began texting him back. "I'll just say we're busy and can't leave." "Good, good...to, ahh, think we live in a place where we can both turn down sex without a second's thought, we should thank the lord! Haha! Yes!" Daniel nodded. "Totally, so true...So I'm gonna stay awake and see if I can sneak a peek at Regina and Sally." "I, umm, so wanna see what Vivi does with Teddy, I know she'll lock the door but, umm, I'm going to try to take a listen in anyways." "So, sneak out in, say, thirty minutes after lights out?" "Agreed." *** It was around ten o'clock, dinner time for the Woroalmans. Being such good hosts, the family organised a full course meal for their guests. At the head of the dinner table was the comfy robe-wearing Carla, next to her the boys Daniel and Björn, who sneaked glances at Carla's cleavage during the evening. Next to them were Tobias, Vivi and Teddy. Teddy was experiencing the worst pain ever in his underpants, due to the expert seduction artist that is Vivian Keentucker. Vivi's best technique? Getting her lips wet, licking them, looking at her target and mouthing something sensual. While Teddy thought Vivi was saying words like "Fuck me, yes, hard," what she was actually saying was "Bunny, moo, little shoes." At the far end of the dinner table was aching teen girls Sally and Regina. Their flirtatious behaviour began before dinner, a round of small talk full of awkward glances and giggles. During dinner Sally stepped up her game by tactfully rubbing her shoulder against Regina's. Regina responded by sliding her hand over Sally's and making first contact. Right then they looked at each other right in the eyes. Sally's smile was standard; nothing out of the ordinary, but something had struck Regina: it was the look in Sally's eyes. Sally was gazing at Regina with a look which transmitted a thousand thoughts, all with one common theme: youthful curiosity – of the sexual kind, along with a strong, overwhelming desire to have her bodily orifices inside this sexy girl's body Her father could sense the unchained lust coming from his daughter – it was electric. "Now Sally," he said in a serious tone. "Do remember to be responsible, not too much noise, don't scare the cattle. Have fun though, you hear?" "Yes, Daddy." "All right... time to eat!" announced Tobias. They ate and drank merrily till the table was almost empty. "All right!" Tobias clasped his hands. "Is everyone done eating? Good, off to the bedrooms, you kids, clean the plates, everyone to bed, come now." "Girls," said Carla, "Come with me; I'll show you how the shower works." "All right," agreed Regina. "Coolzees!" said Vivi. *** Inside the shower room of the Woroalmans house, Carla explained how the water works. "Now this tap here is meant to be given us hot but it's goes all funny, so just push it like this," Carla hit the tap with her elbow. "Ok, thank you, Mrs. Woroalman," said Regina. "Oh what nice manners you've got," Carla then took off her robe and stepped in the shower, her large natural breasts and wild untamed bush on display. Vivi was nonplussed, Regina half-expected this to happen. "Well, ain't you gonna join me? Come on, get your kit off!" Regina shrugged and began stripping; Vivi was way ahead of her; already naked she leapt into the shower with Carla. "Oh it's hot!" shirked Vivi. "And so strong, I'm so soaky!" "Aye," she looked downward, "You've got a nice little shrubbery growing," noted Carla, pointing at Vivi's neatly trimmed 'lawn.' "Thanks! I think it's cute and fluffy, pet it if you want." Carla stroked her fingers around in Vivi's vagina. "Oh aye, you're right lass, it's so smooth, you use conditioner?" While Carla and Vivi exchanged vaginal grooming tips, Regina entered inside the shower, at first covering her large, naturally firm springtime breasts, then just letting them loose as she got comfortable around the women. "Oh look at that, shaved it bald she did," joked Carla. "Yeah," shrugged Regina, "It's more comfortable." "Well my fella likes it this way so I ain't bothered to do any trimming, maybe every third week I get the scissors out, but that's how life is like around these parts." Then, without warning, Carla grabbed Regina's breasts. "Now these I'm jealous off," she squeezed and took a good feel of the boobage on show. "Girlie you got a flippin' mint with these!" "Thank you Ma'am," replied a stoic Regina, "I think your breasts are pretty nice, too." "Aye, thank you girlie." After they finished showering, Carla excused herself while Vivi and Regina got dressed. "So, what you wearing to the bedroom," asked Vivi. "I'm going to wear this robe, then take it off so Teddy Bear can be super, super pumped!" Regina shrugged. "I guess I'll wear this long shirt that Carla left me." Vivi gasped. "With nothing underneath? You know Sally wants to touch you in your special areas? Genie-Baby, do you know she wants a snuggling session with you? Like proper, proper snuggling!?" "Yeah, I know." "Genie-Baby... I was just wondering, since I only ever seen you with....Genie-Baby, are you a girl-girl girl?" "I don't know, maybe." Vivi took a page out of Regina's book and shrugged her shoulders. "Just wondering, though doesn't matter to me, I love you all the same." "Hey thanks, Vivi." "Coolzees! Hey I'm going to just brush my lawn, so you get going to your girl. See ya in the morning Genie-Baby! Have fun," Vivi leaned over and kissed her friend on the cheek. "Bye." Regina put the long shirt on and left the room. Whilst walking to Sally's room, Regina heard Carla's voice. "Oh me little fella's got a big one built up, ain't he?" Regina stopped and peered into the room. She saw Carla, totally naked, dripping wet, on her knees, holding her nude son's cock. "Ain't you a keen little lad today, eh? You wanna be empty before she sleeps over? Yeah?" She was tugging hard on his cock, him standing upright, wincing in pleasure. While being jerked, Teddy put his stubby clawed fingers on his mother's ample breasts, cupping them, whimpering from her touch. "You like that, lad? Hmm?" She sent shivers down his spine when she kissed his bare chest, making his legs shake as she licked his nipples. His chin was planted underneath her soft black hair, groaning in a quiet, muttering tone as his mother crushed his cock in her hands, just as he liked it. "Ohhhh! Mama! Mama!" he was stamping the floor in pleasure, he could feel it cumming, cumming strong. She stroked his hair, then, patted him on the butt with her free hand, displaying expert knowledge of her son's pleasure centres. He could feel it all whirling up inside, ready to explode. Yes, Carla knew just what to do to get her boy cumming, this being a showcase jerk-off to her son, to show him that no woman could make him climax like she could. "Hmmm, oh here it comes now lad, I see it." She stepped aside, pointed his cock to the ground and let the cum splatter on the floor. A huge shudder went through him upon completion. "You're cleaning that up, lad," she said with a smile. Her son nodded. "Thanks, Mom." "Come on, give us a cuddle!" She gave her son a nude, tight hug. "Hmm! Ok Son, I'm off back to your daddy, we're going to have ourselves a right proper shag, so enjoy yourself with that cute lass." Right before Carla could reach the door, Regina tiptoed away to Sally's room, quietly shutting the door behind her. *** Midnight, pitch black outside, a heavy breeze brushing against the window. Regina waited on Sally's bed, ready for what was to come. Regina was fingering herself in anticipation, having heard Sally come up the stairs, shower and finish showering. Finally, the doorknob turned. A bare leg came in first, then a bare arm and a bare breast. Sally was naked. She closed the door behind her, her arms behind her back, with that cute, mischievous smile spread across her face. "Hi Regina, hi." Regina found herself drooling at Sally's dynamite breasts, so small, supple and round, along with her perfectly pink nipples, tight butt, killer frame, long legs, and the way Sally's blond vaginal hair was styled into a heart. "That's cute," said Regina. "Oh," she looked down, "Thanks, thanks. Teddy helped me." They looked at each other in silence for a moment. Regina broke it by waving her hand. "Come on." Sally dove right in, jumping into Regina's arms and kissing her with raw, untamed passion. Within seconds Regina's shirt was off, both teens nude. They touched each other's breasts, tweaked each other's nipples, all while still locked in a lesbian lock of lust. They continued as they fell sideways, rubbing against their bodies, dousing each other's lips with their respective saliva glands. Sally moved down first, kissing Regina's breasts, licking her tender nipples, manoeuvring down her stomach, nuzzling her pelvis, till she got to the real prize. Sally slapped Regina's vagina. "Oh, hmm, tasty, tasty." she licked the outer areas with the tip of her tongue, prepping for entry. This was Regina's first time being ate out; though it was a new sensation, to Regina it felt strangely recognizable, as if dormant, untapped sexual energy was being released via Sally's skilled tongue. Sally could feel the passion in Regina's pours, just bursting to come out. Sally gave her that jumpstart when she said, "My daddy's gonna be so proud: he's the one who taught me how to do this." That incestual outburst only got Regina's motor revved up. "Hmmm, do it, do it, do it." Sally grinned, pulled aside Regina's legs and dove right in. "Fu – fuck!" Regina tore the sheeting of the bed; she'd never experienced such a forceful injection of earth-shattering pleasure. She groaned like never before: unending, deep, penetrating moans. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh! OHHHHHHHH!" Sally hit all the right spots, leaving her trail, making her mark. Sally was sweating from the heat; it was like a fire ball had been set-off in Regina's vagina – and Sally brought the cool, fresh water. This was a feeling the likes of which Regina never felt before, her limiters were shattered upon impact, only so much more she could take before she felt it coming, coming like never before. The dam had burst, it couldn't be held, she tried wrenching back to push it away, but to no avail; the peak of all her pleasure was to hit the surface. It was coming faster, crushing aside everything in its path. Sally licked a few more times – and then it hit: Regina's explosion of desire; she showered Sally with a huge, fresh, clean stream of orgasmic squirt. Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 05 "Ohh, ohhh, ohh!" Regina was gasping after her release. Sally wiped her eyes and giggled. "That was something else, something else." Regina tried getting her breath back. "Th-th-thanks...wow, wow... I didn't say stop." Sally smiled and went right back to work. She got out a little pink vibrator and tweezed all the soaked areas of Regina's clitoris with little electric shocks of joy. "Ohhhh," Regina shivered as it rolled deep in her soft pink tissue, the wild sensations galloping around her body. She was in for a long, long night. Meanwhile, outside, Daniel was enthused at this outcome, even seeing some of Regina's liquids slide from underneath the door. He flashed his friend Björn the thumbs up. Björn didn't notice as what he was hearing had him going to his 'mörk zon'. In Teddy's bedroom, Vivi had her teen boy on the floor, absolutely drenched with sweat, gasping for air while Vivi lay next to him. She was giving young Teddy one of the best sexual experiences of his life, one that tested the very limits of his body. It involved her pinching his foreskin shut with her fingertips. "If you hold it in for as long as you can, it comes out so, so big, boom-boom! Huge! Now, come here and give me a kiss, Teddy Bear!" Teddy kissed Vivi with puckered lips, no tongue for this girl. She then licked his chest, starting from the very edge of his pelvis, going slowly, painfully slow, towards his face, her tongue leaving a long, chilly breeze through his body. She then got to his lips and peppered him with cute kisses: This was possibly the most pleasurable form of torture ever devised – and she wasn't done. Vivi got out her thumb and put it near his face. "Go on Teddy Bear; put it in your mouth." He went with it and put her thumb in his mouth. "Now Teddy Bear, this is gonna tingle!" she released it from his mouth and then pushed her wet thumb into his inner thigh. "Ohhhhh!" Teddy trembled when he felt that thunderous, heavenly sensation of supreme ecstasy. His cock was now boiling red, set to its limit, just waiting to break out. This was all too much for young Teddy to take: he felt like he was on the edge of heaven and hell, about to tip over to his end. "Ok ready for cum to fly-fly? Here we go," she gave him a hard, puckered kiss, let her fingers go and let his cum burst out. It went flying into the air, slapping the ceiling with a whack. He was shaking, twitching all over, groaning loudly. He then jerked his cock and released the back-up soldiers who'd been held back at fort. "In-in-incredible." Vivi giggled. "I know, hee-hee! Come on: give me another big-boy kiss! I ain't done with you yet, my cuddly bearsy." "URGH!" Björn blew his cover – literally. "What was that?" said Vivi. Just then, Björn and Daniel dashed back to their rooms. Ignoring the sounds, Vivi carried on, as did Regina, well into the night. *** Morning in Gaudium and it was time for the Kay Parker High students to go home. Sami awoke next to his nude, cradling aunt, his lips still suckling her tit. He discreetly crawled out of her grasp and got dressed. "Oh, Sami, you're leaving?" she asked. "Yeah, I had lots of fun Aunt Raina, thanks; I'll tell Mom you were nice to me." "Good, good," she said in her drossy state. "Tell her I said hello, and tell her to call more often, I always enjoy hearing about her sex tales." "Yes, Aunt Raina." "Hmm," she pinched his cheek, "You're a good boy, Sami, I'm sure she's very proud of you." Sami smiled. "Thank you. Bye, Aunt Raina." "Bye." Sami went downstairs, quite pleased with himself. When he got to the living room, he found his two friends asleep on the floor. He nudged them awake. "Yo I don't care about logistics, I just wanna fuck!" shouted Evan as he awoke. "Oh hey Sami, oh fuck! I went to sleep! Fuck yo! Jay wake up!" "Hmm, what? Hmm? Bro what's up? Huh, wait, it's light out? Oh seriously Bro? Seriously? He sent us to sleep via boredom? Fuck! And he's gone too! Motherfucker! Fuck... Yo Sami, Bro, how things go with your aunt? I heard some of it, primo spanking Bro, but then she got into some emotional talk and stuff and I wasn't hard for it, emotionally though I got hard, I got hard...I didn't understand what she was saying though, it was all in Iranian." "Yeah it was ....pretty amazing, hey I'm sorry about what happened to you guys." "Pssh, no worries Yo," replied Evan, "Not like we missed out on anything we can't get back home, yo if we stayed here the women would have wanted more, and more, yo we'd have got them into overload, yeah, yeah, yeah yo...I wanna go home." Meanwhile, Regina, Vivi, and the just-revived Soyo were in the shower. "Really!? Regina, bitch, tell me you didn't ..." said Soyo as she rubbed soap on her tight brown cheeks. "Bitch, Regina, you jizzed on a girl!?" "Yeah," she replied matter-of-factly, "It was fun, lots of fun, kinda sucks we're leaving." "Yeah that bums me out," replied Vivi, "Soyo, hand me the conditioner, that little guy got my lawn all damp with his teen boy sweat, so cute!" "So what did you do, Soyo?" asked Regina. "Oh nothing special: skull, anal, dolphin-style." "Oh, ok," Regina didn't bother asking what dolphin-style entails. Outside, waiting in the bus, packed and waiting to go, were Björn and Daniel. "Scream-gasm, seriously?" Daniel was not amused at Björn's excuse for getting caught. "I can't help it, when I, umm, ahh, reach a certain level, it gets to me. Apologies." "Ah it's cool," Daniel patted his friend on the shoulder. "That was some pretty nice stuff we heard." "Umm, yeah, some of the best." "Yeah, yeah... so Brian should be here soon, I'm sure he's got some interesting things to share with us." After a few minutes, Sami, Jay and Evan took their seats. "What's up, yo?" said Evan to Daniel and Björn. "I miss anything good?" Björn started rewinding the events in his head. "Ahh, let's see, after you left, hmm, for a while, nothing, then things started happening at night, yes. Firstly, Tobias and Carla had sex, yes, in the hot tub, very hot sex before their son interrupted, but, ahh, you know me, I like it when the offspring watch, hee-hee, ahh, umm, anyway, umm, ahhh, then Regina and Sally flirted, then, umm Carla, Vivi and Regina had a shower together, then, ahhh, Sally and Regina had sex, then, umm, Vivi sent little Teddy into quite a, umm, a frenzy I would say, yeah, his screams could be heard all over the house, yes, umm, yeah that's all you missed." Evan's face dropped. "Yo you gotta be fucking with me...fuck! We missed all that!" "Yeah, Bro," replied a downbeat Jay. "Seriously though, Sami, we're happy for you Bro, good job." "Thanks. Hey, when we get home, I'll ask my mom if she can give you both a massage, you guys deserve it." Evan held back tears while patting Sami on the shoulder. "Yo...Thank you so much! *sniff*" A little while later, the girls had finished dressing and were packing their bags with the help of Tobias and Teddy. "I'd say you're the best bunch we've ever had," said Tobias. "You little lady," referring to Soyo, "were a hell of a little devil." "Hey that's sweet of you to say. You did well too, especially when you did me wheelbarrow-style, you jizzed me hard." "You're welcome anytime," he said with a smile. Vivi was cooing over Teddy. "Aw, shucks, we gotta go, Teddy Bear" "Mi-miss you." "I'll miss you too, but I'll be back, promise, as long as you keep shaving your body and," she put her hand over his head, "is this about the height you'll be staying at?" He nodded. "Oh coolzees! I'll definitely want more of my little bearsy then!" before leaving, she gave him one last, lingering puckered kiss." Meanwhile, leaning against the barn, clad only in a bikini top and tiny jean shorts, was Sally. She waved Regina over. "Hey, I'll be just one sec," Regina dashed to her new sexual cohort. "Hi." "Hey, I just wanted to give you this," Sally handed Regina a small card; it had Sally's phone number scrawled on the front. Regina was blushing. "T-thanks." "Turn it over, it over." Regina turned the card and saw a list of numbers on it. "What's this?" "It's a list of... others girls I know in Our Haven, I think you might like some of them." "Oh wow...thanks." The girls looked at each other for a little while longer. Watching from the sidelines, Björn and Daniel gave their analysis. "I wish Regina was a, umm, sex-loving porn-style lesbian instead of a, ahh, real lesbian with issues," Björn said bluntly. "Hey, you can't always be hard," said Daniel. "...Oh hey I see Brian – and he's with the women he mentioned!" The guys got out of the bus, the girls followed them. Brian stood there on the grass hill with his three blue dress wearing, barefooted, blond daughters and grey haired, still nude, mama. "Wassup my bruthas?" "Hey man," replied Daniel. "Hello ladies." "Hi," they all mumbled. "You had fun I see?" said Björn. "You're, umm, quiet late, Miss Bolovey will be back soon, we better get going." "I'm staying," said Brian. "I'm staying here with these women; I got everything I ever need right here." The group became silent for a moment. No one thought to ask why, that answer was obvious. After seeing how happy he was, they quickly accepted his decision. Regina shrugged. "Well, see ya," she went over and hugged him, as did Soyo and Vivi, while Jay, Evan and Sami fist-bumped their newfound friend. All that was left was his two best friends, Daniel and Björn. "Text me bruthas," he said while doing the handshake-hug. "You know I'm gonna be representing in this farmland. Daniel, you gotta tell me about that new momma of yours and Björn, you need to keep me updated on the latest freaky shit." "Of course," replied Björn. "You got it," said Daniel. Just then, from the horizon, Miss Bolovey came trudging along, her face, tank top and skirt littered with small dashes of cum. "Umm, where'd you come from, Miss?" asked Regina. "An educational visit to the local school," she said while wiping her lips. Brian stepped forward, "Umm, Ma'am, I'm leaving Our Haven and I'm going to stay here –" "Couldn't care less," she said while dashing to the minibus. "Quick, we must leave post-haste, many parents will not be best pleased with my actions. Hurry younglings, chop-chop, no goosing, no goosing, come now!" The teens got in the bus and waved bye to their departing friend Brian and their new friends the Woroalman family. Bolovey slammed her foot on the pedal and sped down the bumpy path. "Whoa, whoa, you think you can slow it down?" asked Regina. "Little missy, when you have eight screaming teen boys gagged and bound, you don't wait around to explain your actions." End Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 06 Copyright © 2011, Surt, ALL Rights Reserved. Knowledge of prior Tabootopia chapters is not essential for this story but it is recommended. Anyone involved in anything sexual is at least eighteen-years-old. Feedback is always appreciated and replied to. Thanks for reading and enjoy! :) The Celebrity Templates are: Amanda Bynes is Regina Cestin Madeline Zima is Vivian 'Vivi' Keentucker Brenda Song is Soyo Banks Kirsten Davis is Claire Cestin *** Greg and Tammie had a fairly typical father/daughter relationship. They liked to do things together, like going to the gym. Greg was a pretty hands-on, attentive father, taking a keen interest in his daughter's fitness regime, playing the coach role during her intense workouts. Seems innocent enough, right? But then again, they weren't there to lift weights or run treadmills, oh no, in fact, they were there for something a little more...enjoyable: "Get that girl, Tammie! Come on, stick it in her, stick it in! That's it, just shove it in there! Yeah! Yeah!!" Greg watched from the sidelines as his naked, strap-on wielding daughter stuck her shiny pink instrument deep inside a little blonde teen girl's vagina. You know that old, typical father-daughter activity. He clapped along, approving of his daughter's fierce form in the bedroom: "Good job baby, good job, you're showing some killer cardio. Oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah baby. Oh, just go a little to the side, yeah, stretch your legs out -- that's it, beautiful, beautiful!" Father Greg was very enthusiastic about his daughter's sexual training regime, but didn't get involved with the actual nitty-gritty sex. He was a low-key man, liked to stay on the sidelines, preferring to let all the attention deservedly go to his gorgeous daughter... Tammie Kwon was a Korean-American teen girl originally from California. This girl's athletic frame, imposing size (6'1) and combination of sex appeal and domination had made her famous in her little town of Our Haven. The star of many school-funded porno movies, she was currently at the aforementioned gym's private bedroom. Tammie was an hour deep into her cardio workout, her partner/victim taking all of Tammie's speed and ferocious power. "Ohh, please!" pleaded the sweaty, tired training partner, "Ohhhh, I can't take any -- ohh! Not so deep, not so -- uhhhh!" Tammie continued slamming herself in-and-out of the bright pink softness, going deeper and harder with each thrust, her focus so locked that she couldn't hear any of this girl's pained pleasurable pleas. Tammie only stopped when she saw that her sleek instrument was covered in several coats of silk. "What? Is that it?" shouted Tammie to the beaten girl. Tammie exited herself out and threw the girl off the bed. "Dad!" Greg rushed into the small sweatbox bedroom, scorched by the heat emanating from his tigress of a teen. He immediately read the signs: His fiery girl on all fours, a hungry look in her eyes, not a glimmer of sweat on her honey-coloured skin, her dominant stance giving off a powerful message: I want more, more, more. "Oh my God!" said Greg as he surveyed the scene, cradling the defeated girl, her body gone red, her vagina gushing a geyser. "This girl is done! Done! Tammie, I think you're ready, come on, let's go to the steam room, I'll massage you -- " "No! Bring another, now!" "Well...all right, whatever you say. Next, please." A curly-haired Latina teen girl walked in with a cocky swagger, already naked, rubbing oil over her large breasts. The girl raised her arms, "Come on, let's --" Tammie leapt like a tiger, grabbed the girl by her arm and threw her towards the bed with the upmost of ease. "What the fuck?" the girl shouted. "What is going -- oww!" Tammie gave the girl a powerful, painful backhanded slap to the ass. Tammie shoved the girl's face deep into the bed sheets, kicked her legs aside and opened her up. "I won't lie: this will hurt," said Tammie with a wry smirk. With one quick thrust, Tammie shoved herself inside. She pummelled this girl at a brutally fast pace, digging her elbows into this girl's back, grabbing her hair and slapping her face. The girl couldn't respond: the fast-paced sex had her done within seconds, her orgasm hitting her like a wet sledgehammer, her body twitching as little sparkplugs set off inside her. Proud dad Greg rubbed his hands together, grinning as he watched his stunning daughter give a hard anal pounding. "Yeah! Great job, great job! Wow...wow." He could only marvel at the beautiful sights unfolding before him: the sweat flying through the air like little embers of light, he seeing his daughter's desire and appetite manifest itself in this most vivid beautiful way. Greg also knew that it wasn't pure animal lust that was motivating his daughter: it was the thoughts, the feel, the touch of someone his daughter had been with before -- and someone she hungered for again. "Oh, OH, OH! Please stop, Tammie! Please stop!" pleaded the once-confident girl, her body tightly wrapped in the unending, unbreakable orgasmic webs of delight. "Shut up, Bitch!" growled Tammie."Because me? Ha, I gotta be in the best shape possible for Sport's Day. I have to: Regina's gotta be there and I want payback. Now, shut up or I'll punch you in the vagina." *** "All right, open wide for me," asked the kneeling nurse. Soyo sighed, parted her legs, brushed her skirt aside and slid her panties down to her feet. The nurse flashed a torchlight inside Soyo's well-worn vaginal area, seeking the boisterous Asian teen's sexually-inflicted aliment. "Okay, Soyo, hmm, ahh, yes, ah, yes," the nurse placed her gloved hand on Soyo's wet thighs, prodding gently on the teen's most delicate areas. Soyo rubbed her hands over her black tanktop, feeling stimulated by the nurse's delicate fingers. "Ahh, easy, easy, oh, don't jizz me yo! Don't jizz me!" Soyo, along with her friends Vivi and Regina, were in the Kay Parker medical area, taking part in their weekly sex check-ups. Being a land of constant sex, regular check-ups were mandatory for all (legally-aged) Tabootopia residents. For the teens, these checks were done in their school. Kay Parker High was well-equipped to deal with its teens sex-related issues as it had an outstanding medical facility. This million-dollar medical area was a large block of sterilised sparkling white rooms manned by a large team of qualified nurses that were able to deal with any and all cases that came their way. Since Soyo was a Kay Parker honours student (rewarded to the most sexually active girls) she got her check-up done by the Head Nurse, Miss Bonaparte. "Now does it hurt if I press here?" asked the pretty thirty-something dark-haired French nurse. "Oh!" Soyo winched, "Fuck yeah!" "Just as I thought." The nurse stood up, "Soyo, you have an inflammation of the clitoris, I am putting you on a two-week sex ban." Miss Bonaparte grabbed her walkie-talkie and sent a message: "Excuse me, could you please update the website: Soyo Banks is not to have sex for two weeks." Soyo groaned, "Oh...Again?" she looked to her friends, "I'm on the bench!" Vivi, a tall, blue overalls-wearing cutie, giggled. "This is, like, the twentieth time." "Uh twenty-second time actually," Soyo corrected. "Man, I know it's my dad who did this, his size stretches me so much! Motherfucker! Always getting me in my bed, when I'm ready to just jizz, fuck! He knows I go deep, he knows I can't say no to big cock! Fuck, fuck, fuck him and his footlong!" Regina, a frowny, brown-haired, ample-breasted teen girl, wearing a tight green shirt, was checking the Kay Parker High website on her iPhone. "Look: Soyo is on the front page." Soyo waved her arm, "Bitch please, this ain't my first suspension! I know how to ride these out, yeah bitches, no sweat." "You're only banned from vaginal sex," Regina said with a shrug. "You can still do other stuff." "What!? Bitch, I'm all about the cock! I want the cock inside my pussy, spilling, all day, every day. If I can only use my mouth, fuck, that's like no sex at all." "Okay, I guess." "Pssh, you're safe from this sort of stuff, seeing as you love your pussy." Regina blushed, "I-I, wait: I do...Soyo, why not just go down on other girls during your ban?" Soyo gasped as if she'd just heard a major insult, "Bitch!? I don't munch on grass! I suck on wood!" Regina was stunned, "But-but this website here has tapes of you having sex with other girls, look: here's 'Asian Lesbian Lust Volume Twenty-Three' right here and you're on the cover." Soyo seemed bemused, "Huh? Yeah, sometimes girls have sex with me and I have sex with them, doesn't mean I'm into chicks." Regina didn't attempt to find fault with her friend's logic, "Oh...Okay." "Oh fuck!" shouted Soyo, "I'm going to miss the Sport's Day!" "Oh nuts!" replied Vivi. "Oh, this fucking blows, but...just gotta deal," Soyo conceded. "I'm just going to lock myself in my room, get some snacks, get in my bed and watch some Earth TV, yeah! See what's going on the home planet." "Coolzees! I'll join you!" said Vivi. "We'll wear pyjamas, have sweets, eee! So much fun." "Sounds cool," said Regina. "Ah no," replied Soyo. "You ain't missing Sport's Day, oh no bitch, you going and you going to have fun, you ain't missing out 'cause of me." "But, but I only hang out with you two." "Pshh you know others, remember, you hanged out with those boys on the farm? Those your homeboys now. Besides, you need to break out and do some fun without us. We yo bitches, but you need to get out of our pack a little bit more." "Yeah, Genie-Baby," added Vivi, "You still new, you not ready for two weeks of no sex. Me and Soyo have had so much sexy fun that when one of us get ban-ban, we're like, 'Yeah! Let's watch some Earth TV.' We know how to modulate ourselves. Yeah?" "And Earth movies are the best!" added Soyo. "The cinemas here is all porno, jerking and cum droppers. I wanna see this Avatar! Looks hot." Regina felt slightly odd saying this next sentence: "Guys, you keep saying Earth this and Earth that, umm, we are on Earth, right?" The two girls looked at Regina with highly suspect looks. "We ain't on Earth!" replied Soyo. "Hells no, we in another dimension or planet! Where you think we are? Look around you bitch! Of course we left Earth!" she turned to the nurse, "Ain't I right, Ma'am?" Miss Bonaparte shook her head in disbelief, "I don't even know where to start with you." So Vivi and Soyo left the school grounds and made their camp in Soyo's room, ready to watch movies and television from this distant planet they call Earth, while Regina went back to her prescribed lesson plan, learning the best ways to view internet porn and having her math teacher give up halfway during a lesson because the girl in the front had boobs that were just too big to ignore. Regina found the day to be a bit of a drag, a lonely experience, without her girls there to keep her company. *** It was around four-o'clock, Regina walking home alone, missing the company of her two best friends. Whilst walking, Regina ran into a few familiar faces, mostly men who asked for casual sex. After she'd politely declined their advances, Regina ran into her neighbour Jenny Thompson. Having overcome their first-day mishap (Jenny flashing her bra and panties to the then-new and innocent Regina) they'd became good, casual acquaintances. Jenny talked about her mother and their planned joint waxing session. After that little powwow, Regina continued her journey home, but just before she got there, just a few meters away from her house, she heard another familiar voice. "Hello there." That smooth low-tempo voice sent a chill through Regina's spine. She turned around and saw the man that left a serious impression on her during her very first day in Tabootopia, the man that called her a "stupid little cunt": Neighbour Ned. This bald, suntanned wizened man was a kind, gentle soul...for the most part. As nice as he was, when he was aroused, he hit a switch and turned into a super-dominate maniac who loved nothing more than taming the freshest meat available in the most lurid manner possible. "Oh hey," she mumbled while keeping a foot in place so she could leap away. He continued sweeping. "Regina, isn't it? How are you? I've not seen you in a while." "I'm fine," she said while still standing in position to bolt at any sign of trouble. "Easy there sweetheart," he said with a chuckle. "I know I startled you last time and for that I sincerely apologise." "Thanks," his kind demeanour was lowering her guard. "You were pretty freaky though." He chuckled. "I'm sure you've seen worse than me by now. So, what do you think of this place?" She smiled. "I like it, I really do." He smiled. "I knew you would. Your happiness is really uplifting, makes me proud --" just then, Ned's concentration was taken when a petite red-headed teen girl, wearing a slinky white dress with a pink backpack, brushed past Regina's shoulder. In the space of a second, Dark Ned sprung into action. His aura was different and his voice was filled with a menacing growl: "Whoa, hold on," he addressed the red-headed girl. "Where do you think you're going? My bedroom is that way." She was aghast, "What!? Who the fuck --" "Bitch: shut up, no, shut up: don't ever use that tone with me and don't you dare, dare, give me that look again. Now listen: you, take your clothes off, get in my bed, open that pussy, stretch it wide and make sure those nipples are hard enough for me to bite. Go, now, you dirty little cunt." The girl stood for a moment, fuming with anger. "...Fuck!" she turned, ripped open Ned's gate, got right in his face and growled, "I hate you!" The girl then stomped her way into the house, tore his door open and ran up the stairs. Regina was surprised, but not shocked. "Does that work on all the girls?" she asked. "Most of them," he said with his friendly smile. "Well, I got work to do. Be well, Regina." "You too, have fun." Smiling as they parted, Regina felt an odd sense of joy in having made peace with the man that wanted her tits in his face. She opened the door to her home, feeling better in knowing she had such nice neighbours. *** Regina went inside her home and found her mother and brother on the sofa. "Hey," said Regina. "Oh hey dear," replied the robe-clad, raven-haired sexy mother that is Claire Cestin, she intently focused on the television screen. Quiet brother Tommy tilted his head up to acknowledge his sister's presence. He was busily typing away on his BlackBerry, not caring about what's going on around him. The pretty, slim and excitable Claire turned to her daughter, "Regina, you have to watch this new show-- oh, right," she suddenly remembered her underage son's preteen existence. "Uh, Tommy, why don't you go on to your room?" she said while rubbing his back. He looked at his mother, then his sister, then made his decision. "Umph." Tommy stood up and went up the stairs, on to his room, having no idea what was going on around him. "Good boy, good boy," Claire then leapt off the couch, grabbed her daughter by the arm and got her seated. "Regina, you must watch this show, it's amazing, but before it gets back on, I want to show you something." Claire stood up, untied her sash and took her robe off. She was wearing a red-and-black, formfitting, high-end lingerie set: a frilly bra and a string thong. Claire turned and pointed to her peachy behind. "Nice, yeah? Yukari brought it for me, she's such a sweetheart. Look: doesn't this thong just make my butt pop? Yeah? Is that how the kids say it? 'Pop'?" "Your butt looks nice, Mom." A sentence Regina thought she'd never say, but one filled with truth: her mom did have a nice round butt. And Regina had more to add: "You know, Mom, it makes me feel good, knowing I'll have a hot body like yours when I'm older." "Aww, thanks so much -- oh, it's starting!" mother and daughter sat on the couch to watch the TV show: "Now, the second half of our 'Payback is a Bitch' double-parter, and payback is getting hot and dirty in the capital city." A bustling city was shown, a huge skyline, then a cute, short, brunette presenter, she wearing a colourful shirt and tight jeans. She spoke while walking: "Hello everyone, I'm Birdie, and I'm coming to you from the capital of America: Washington, D.C!" Regina gasped, "What!? People can leave Tabootopia!?" Claire was aghast at that notion, "Regina! Don't even talk like that! I never want to leave, ever." "I know, I know, sorry, it's just that I didn't know people could go back-and-forth." "Me either, but that's what makes this show so juicy. Watch." Birdie explained her assignment for the day: "I'm here to help a mother that's tired of her son's constantly bad behaviour. This boy is rude, aggressive, annoying and a big jerk-- and guess what? We're here to make that boy pay for his actions! With our help, his mother is going to get payback -- and payback is a bitch!" The show's title flashed on screen, then back to Birdie, sitting on a chair, inside an apartment. "Let's say hello to today's 'bitch.'" "What you just call me!?" a forty-something, petite, fine-figured black woman interrupted. "Oh no, no, no, the show is called 'Payback is a Bitch and you're the, umm --" "Oh, I get it now, that cool." Upon closer look, this sassy, sexy, chocolate-skinned woman had a chic-bob haircut and peachy breasts. "We good now?" asked Birdie. "Misty, you remember the concept of the show?" "It's fucked up and I love it!" "Do you want to explain it or should I?" "Oh go ahead girlfriend." Regina was not impressed. "This show is not very professional," she muttered. Birdie started her explanation: "Okay, umm, so she has a son and he's a jerk and we're here to punish him --" "Punish him!" added Misty. "Yeah...so, we're going to punish him like this --" "Whoa, let me explain," said Misty. "You see, my boy always be interrupting when his momma getting her grove on, getting down, getting dirty, getting fucked, I mean, the nerve of that little punk! I'm trying to cum and he's behind the door throwing in water balloons, then he always runs to his room and blasts his music out! What the fuck? What the fuck!?" "I agree." "Damn skippy I'm right, and not just that: he's rude to his teachers, late at classes, he needs to be taught a big lesson, so go ahead Bride, you tell 'em, go on!" Birdie was fired up, "Yeah! We're gonna make that punk son WATCH his mother have sex!" "Yeah! Yeah, go on girlfriend, tell them the rest." "An-and not just with anyone...he's gonna see his mom do it with someone he doesn't like at all, someone he's been torturing for years: his math teacher!" Misty bit her lip while closing her eyes. "Um-um-um -- fuck! His teacher is a fine-ass stud! You know how much grief my son has given that poor man? Even tried throwing a fist at him!" "Fuck your son!" shouted Birdie. "Hey! That's my son you're talking about," Misty gave a glare, then broke out of it. "But you're right, fuck that boy, no, wait, not me 'fuck' him, eww, no, that's not what you want, right?" "Different show." "What kind of fucked up TV station is this?" "It's...I'll tell you later, let's now call this math teacher." Regina and Claire watched on with warm pussies, the show's set-up appealing to them both. "This is pretty cool," said Regina. "Keep watching, it gets better." Misty dialled her phone. "...It's ringing...Hello? Hey Mr...umm, yeah Mr. Child, really: Mr. Child? Whatever, don't worry about that, just listen: I want you to come over to my apartment for a little nookie." Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 06 Birdie gasped at the directness. "We set-up a date and dinner," she whispered. Misty waved her arm, "Oh, you know, nookie, snuggling, fucking, basically. I want you to fuck me...no, it's me, Miss Quinn, the fine-ass momma of that little punk Yusuf, remember? Oh I'm hot, don't worry about it, I got a banging body...at my place...bring it, I want it, you know you want me...no, no money, fuck you, you think I'm a hooker? Motherfucker I am a restaurant owner! I don't fuck for money! Motherfucker when you come here I'm going to bite you so hard...oh that's right you better be coming, yeah, what time? Umm..." Birdie flashed four fingers. "Yeah, four o'clock...ditch the detention class, fuck 'em, you got my tight pussy waiting for you...Bye lover~," she put the phone down. "Wow, that was amazing," said Birdie. "How'd you convince him to come?" Misty grabbed her tits, "These convinced him, these did, and this," she then grabbed her pussy. "This can bring in a whole hellva lot of men, if you know what I'm saying." "Great, we'll be right back with the sex!" At this point, mother and daughter were in a state of primal heat, their natural reactions taking over: Regina with her jeans unbuckled, sliding her right hand down her nether regions, while Claire had her shaven pussy out on show, her panties slid over. "Can I, Mom?" asked Regina. "Oh you're not doing it already? Go on, I'm your mom, it's okay." The fact she was her mother made it not 'okay' in normal circumstances, but this wasn't normal circumstances by any stretch of the imagination. Very quickly, mother and daughter pleasured themselves as casually as possible, as if they were sipping tea, but with added cream and sugar. After the sexy commercials (made to keep the juices flowing in the viewers) the show was back on. The scene was the bedroom, Birdie and Misty surveying the area. "Okay," said Birdie. "We've put cameras everywhere in the room, the set-up is in place. First Mr. Child will come, then Yusuf." "So how we gonna lock my son in this room?" asked Misty. "Good question: Well, basically, I'll hide behind this bushy plant, when he comes near the door to look, I'll shove him in the bedroom and lock the door." "Girl~ that's a terrible idea! Damn, look at you: you're tiny! My son is tall, he's six-two and you're what? Five-one and ninety pounds?" "Hey, I'm tough. Trust me, this will work." Misty put her hands up, "Aight, it's your show." "Okay, I'm just going to go wait in my bush, good luck." "You too." Birdie provided the voiceover for the show, keeping the cameras on the bedroom: "Ten minutes later Mr. Child came and -- wow-- he is such a handsome man! It didn't take long for the two of them to get down." They showed sped-up footage of Mr. Child -- a tall, dark-haired, light-black skinned, bespectacled man in his late-twenties -- with Misty, she shoving him on her bed, they quickly naked and him eating her out for a good, long while. "Finally, he came..." In the bedroom, Misty was riding Mr. Child, her hands on his chest, his large cock inside her, his hands clutched around her round butt. Then, outside, there was a commotion. "What the fuck!?" said a deep male voice. "Whoa, whoa!" seconds later he came tumbling into the room. "Ha, I told you," said Birdie before she locked the door. Mr. Child paused while Misty kept going. Son Yusuf stood up and put his hands over his mouth. "Mom!? What the fuck? Aw come on!" he averted his eyes while going for the door. "You ain't going anywhere, Son," said Misty. "Sit down: we got you a chair, you being taught a lesson." Yusuf grabbed the doorknob, "What the fuck, this is locked!? Who's that little girl outside? What the fuck is going on!?" "Your punishment, that's what's up" she said while her pussy went in-and-out the math teacher's cock, she making slippery noises with her wet vagina. "Mom!?" he shouted while he stood near the door, cowering. "What the fuck is going on!?" "I, I," having no clue this would happen, Mr. Child was stunned. "Umm, I." "You keep riding me," ordered Misty. "Come on, grab my butt. Put your hands on this little boy's mother's tight black ass!" Yusuf didn't like this, "Oh that's so fucked up! Whoa, wait," he covered half his eyes and looked down, "You're fucking Mr. Child!? Fuck you Child!" Mr. Child cowered a little, but was eased by the warm hand of Misty on his chest. "No, Son, fuck you! You've been showing no respect to authority, no respect to hard-working teachers like my man right here, the man who has his BIG cock inside me right now, this sweet man here who's not only kind but can bring it in the bedroom too." "Oh thank you," said Mr. Child. "Fuck!" shouted Yusuf. Misty glared at her cowardly boy, "Yeah? Well, fuck you, shut yo mouth and watch -- and don't jerk off: I'm your mother, remember that!" She stayed on top, going harder, bouncing her sexy little body. Mr. Child was both turned on and vindicated by all this; enjoying both the sex and the action of taking the mother of his most disliked pupil. "Aww, that's sweet," said Claire with two fingers inside her dripping pussy. "Yeah, I like Misty, she's cool," replied Regina, her juices flowing like water. "Oh I'm spilling." "Don't worry about that, we'll get your father to clean that up, now let's keep watching." Misty and her man kept the bed shaking, their bodies grooving in perfect motion. "Uh, uh, that's right big boy, keep sticking it in, keep sticking it in! Ohhh motherfucker, oh fuck, fuck, fuck me, make me cum, make me cum, make me cum." To Yusuf, hearing his own mother speak in that way, using such high-level sexual talk, was shocking, disturbing and...enticing. Feeling his body warm, he let his ears open wider to hear more from his mom. "That's right! Yes, oh fuck me, oh yes, so good, oh yeah, oh yes! Fuck me big boy, fuck me good, yeah, I'm a dirty little bitch! I'm a dirty little bitch! Fuck yeah, fuck yes! Slap my ass, slap it, oh yes! Fuck me harder, fuck me hard big boy!" The sounds were getting to Yusuf: the groans, the moans, the bedsprings, the sound of his mother's butt being smacked; he had to fight the urge not to look, not to take a peek, even if every part of him was screaming to take just one quick look. "Hmm, yes!" she shouted. "That's right, keep going big boy, ohhh, that's right, that's right! Fuck! Fuck! Ohhhh! I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, I'm a dirty little fucking bitch! Are you gonna make me cum? Make me cum!? Ohhh, I wanna cum! Make me cum, big boy!" That did it for him, now he had to take a gander. Yusuf unpeeled his fingers from his face, one digit at a time, the picture getting clearer and clearer until he saw it: his sexy mom riding the math teacher. "Damn!" he said under his breath, stunned by his mother's dynamite figure and excellent riding technique. She paid him no attention, continuing to ride her man. As she did, her son slid his hand underneath his jeans and started jerking off. "Oh yes big boy! Yes, give it to me, uhh, yes! I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh yes, yes, ohhh... Hey, Son, how do you like-- what the fuck you doing, boy!?" Yusuf jumped when his hand was caught underneath his baggy jeans. "Shame on you," she said with a grin. "I'm your mother." "S-sorry," he said under his breath, looking at the ground. "Now look and listen, boy: your mama loves dick, big dick, she loves getting it and having it inside her. This is yo punishment: since you ruined it for me so many times, why not see it all! Huh? You understand me now, boy? You sorry now for ruining all my dates?" "Yes Ma'am," he said while holding his hat over his slumped jeans. "And, boy, you got someone right here that deserves an apology," Misty pointed to her panting lover. "Ahh, no way." "Oh you will say you're sorry to him!" shouted Misty. "You think you can disrespect the man that has his dick -- his BIG dick -- inside of me? You say you're sorry right now, boy!" "Aw...sorry," Yusuf mumbled. "I didn't hear that. Wanna try again?" "I'm sorry," he said with his voice raised. "I'm sorry Mr....?" "I'm sorry Mr. Child." Mr. Child wiped the sweat off his brow before saying, "You're welcome." This was an amazing turnaround in attitude for Yusuf and it was all due to him seeing his mother and math teacher have sex. Thanks to this, Yusuf lost all his bravado, all his swagger, humbled beyond belief by his naked, yet immensely powerful mother. Yusuf felt most humble when he saw his mother go down and kiss Mr. Child on the lips, passionately and deeply, something a son should not see. "Ahh, come on now," he said while jerking off. "Shut yo mouth and watch!" said Misty. "Think that's bad?" she grabbed Mr. Child's hands and put them on her breasts. "Watch him squeeze my tits, go on, look, look at him squeeze your mother's breasts!" "Ohhh!" Yusuf's face was contorted in disgust, while his hand contradicted him and went faster. Misty and her man kept their pace going for a minute longer, till she felt it coming. "Uh, uh, uh!" Misty's groans got louder. "Oh I feel it, I feel it, oh, oh, Son, Son, come quick, stand there, right there." Yusuf rushed over to where his mother had pointed, right at the foot of the bed. "On your knees, your knees, boy." Captivated by his mother's tight butt and quivering pussy lips, Yusuf got on his knees and watched with awe. "Uhhhh, here it comes, here it --!" Misty released the cock from her pussy, opened her lips wide and -- boom! -- her squirt came rushing out like a jet tornado, flying right out, hovering, gliding through the air and landing right on her son's...face. Smack went the crystal-clear liquid. "MOM! What the FUCK!?" he said as his face was drenched with his mother's orgasmic sensations. Misty wasn't done. She turned around and rapidly fingered herself, using her years of festering rage as her fuel, pushing her fingers in-and-out with fast, fast strokes while her son wiped the sticky liquid from his eyes. After cleaning his face, Yusuf's attention was quickly taken when he looked directly at his mother's tits, they so pert and round, looking so soft and warm. Then, in a fraction of a second, as he was distracted by his mother's breasts, he saw a hovering shot go way up in the air, and then, almost in slow motion, land right on his head with an almighty splash. "AHH! MOM! WHY!?" he fell on the floor and wiped his face with the bed sheets. Misty giggled then fell into the arms of her man. "Now you got a little r-e-s-p-e-c-t? Huh, Son!?" she said as one final squirt left her vagina and hit her cradled boy Seeing the transference of a mother's cum to her son's face made the Cestin women ready for their own big finish. "Mom?" "Yes?" "I think I'm cumming." "Oh me too, me too!" Regina closed her eyes, fingered fast and let her liquids soak into her soft pink panties. Claire went for a more dramatic closer: she rubbed her hands over her pert breasts, had both legs high in the air, her vaginal lips parted, and, taking inspiration from Misty, shoot a bullet out, letting it hit the hardwood floor with a thwack. "Ohh, ohhh," groaned Claire, wiping the sweat from her forehead, her black hair a tangled mess, her lips and mouth filled with hot water. "That was fun...we so should do this again sometime." "Sure, Mom," said Regina, she swimming in her juices. "You gotta tell me when this show is on again; it's fun." "Oh hold on a second, honey," Claire leaned over and took a quick whiff of her daughter's vaginal area. "Wow, Regina, your vagina smells great! Just like fresh orange juice!" "Thanks, Mom...I'm not going to smell yours." As the show drew to a close, updates were posted on each individual: Misty and Mr. Child were taken to Tabootopia while Yusuf stayed on the outside, told to work out some of his issues before being allowed in. At the Cestins, mother and daughter both went to their respective bedrooms to clean up. It hit Regina then, as she slid her soaking wet panties off, that she didn't find the joint-masturbation session with her mother to be all that weird. In fact, to her, it was a normal activity, not at all strange. Later in the day, Regina phoned her friends to tell them about what had happened. Unsurprisingly, they were not at all shocked. "Your mom just started jizzing with you?" said Soyo. "Bitch please, my moms eats me out every Sunday." Vivi later added: "Aww! How cute! My momma and me wear our jammies when we have our cuddly fun time." After that topic, Regina's friends told her what they got up to on their non-sex day and Regina again was told that her planetary assessment was wrong. By night-time, Regina was in her bed, her body feeling cool and fresh with a warm sense of anticipation for what tomorrow held. *** Sports Day, a day of sporting events held by schools across the world, aimed at promoting fitness, sportsmanship and a healthy lifestyle for all the young ones involved. In Tabootopia, and in particular, Kay Parker High School, Sports Day had an added meaning: that being the day that the public gets to watch nubile teen girls jump, run, sweat and all-around work their supple youthful bodies. This day was big business for Kay Parker High, as this all-girl version of Sports Day had a three-hundred strong crowd composed almost entirely of men, the stands packed with proud fathers and keen perverts alike. Seeing as the girls were the major attraction, KPH aimed to get the absolute most out of the school's most prized assets, thus professional television cameras, podiums and photographers were all set up around the sports field, all with the objective to get the best shots of these scantily dressed (legally-aged) teen girls. Regina, clad in a midriff-exposing cleavage-supporting white t-shirt and basketball shorts, was stretching herself out in the green grassy field, gearing up for the day's events. Whilst she worked on her gluts, Daniel -- a mocha-skinned, plain-faced, plain-clothes wearing dark-haired American teenager -- and Björn -- a short, slim Swedish teenager, wearing a tight purple shirt and skinny jeans -- stopped to say hello to their friend. "Oh hey," said Daniel. "Hey," replied Regina, remembering the two boys from her school fieldtrip to the farmlands. "What you guys doing here?" "Uhh, umm, here to watch the girls," replied Björn. "How about you? I didn't know you were, umm, into this type of thing." "I'm not, really, I just came because Vivi and Soyo told me to. They're at home because Soyo got a sex ban. So, here I am, on my own. Hey, guys, can I ask a dumb question? Are we on Earth?" She'd stumbled onto Daniel's favourite non-pornographic interest: "I have a theory, actually --" "Tell her later," interrupted Björn. "Trust me, ahh, Regina: it's very long, it will hurt your sex drive if he explains." Regina shrugged. "Whatever...so you guys here to compete or something?" "Compete?" said Daniel. "Boys Sports Day is tomorrow, no one's here to see us, they're here to see you, and it's not like any competing is going on: none of these events are structured at all: it's all a random collection of running, throwing and jumping, made so that Principal Sanchez and the dads have something to jerk off to." "Isn't it amazing?" said Björn. "It's so great!" replied Daniel. "I'm so glad you reminded me, but we can't tell Ruth or Kelly, they'll be mad that I'm out here." "Ahem," Regina folded her arms. "Well, anyway, you guys mind hanging here with me? I don't really know anyone expect you guys." "Sure," replied Daniel. He then turned to his friend Björn, who had his neck turning, twisting, cranking, taking in all the sights. "Ahh, umm, look, there's Malaika, ohhh look at her abs and butt, I wanna, umm, so badly want to touch her hair! Ohhh and Cindy, those boobs are so nice, ahh, umm, oh! Kara has gone barefooted! Look, ahh, no shoes!" Whilst Björn continued his gazing, Regina took a step back, an old memory coming towards her. That memory, that man, was the principal of the school, Principal Sanchez. He was greeting the students, shaking hands with them, reaching ever closer to the one he wanted to "just hang, just hang" with. "Oh crap!" she said. "Not him! Oh no." "Sanchez?" said Daniel. "What he do to you?" "Well, before I even knew what this place was all about, he asked me to have sex with him and I had a total freak-out." "He does that with every girl." "It was still very awkward!" Principal Sanchez reached Regina's group, first greeted by Björn. "Excellent operation you are, umm, running, Sir," he said while shaking the principal's hand. "The video quality, ahh, the speed of the DVD releases, it's all excellent." "Thank you so much," he said with that Mexican accent and winning smile. "Keep supporting this school, even after you graduate. You don't know how much it pains me to know that you students, my children, will be leaving me in just one mere month...but you can come visit anytime!" "Thank you Sir, thank you." "Anytime," he patted Björn on the shoulder then winked. Sanchez then stopped in his tracks when he saw a familiar face -- and body -- right in front of him. "Regina!" "...Hey," she grumbled. "My beautiful child Regina," he took her hand and kissed it. "My you have blossomed!" She blushed then shrugged. "Thanks." "Have you finally adjusted? Yes? First time I met you, you stormed out of my room by the mere suggestion of sexual fornication, but now, hmm, tell me: how many times a day do you get propositioned?" Regina gave off a smug little smile. "Umm, yeah...a lot." "Well of course, of course you do, what with..." he lost his train of thought when his view shifted to Regina's bouncy breasts. "...Yo lo quiero una mordedura...Haha, well, anyway, yes -- whoa, wait a minute, wait a minute here, something's missing: Where's the supporting cast? The loud Asian girl and the giggles?" "They're suspended." "Such a shame," Sanchez said with a dour look. "They need to stop having sex with such strange men... like them," he turned his head to the crowd of perverted men. "Those men don't know how to properly treat my beautiful children; they're such animals, driven by their hormonal urges -- whoa, wait a minute, wait a minute, whoa... Those bastards!" The principal saw the assorted men out of their seats, flashing their cash to nearby teen girls. Deeply angered, Sanchez stormed right over to the bleachers and shouted at the crowd of perverts: "What are you doing? What is this!? Stop that, stop that right now!" He slapped the back of his hand on his palm. "These are not whores: they're my students, my children!" A whiny-voiced bearded pervert protested this call, "But they accepted our money." "Of course they take your money: kids are not that smart! Now listen closely because I will not repeat myself: none of you take any of my girls during the competition, okay? Okay? I, we, need them to perform, to captivate, yes? Yes? Agreed?" The group of middle-aged men mumbled amongst themselves. A minute later, a sweater-clad, pudgy, balding man stood up and spoke in a nasally voice: "Fellas, I think I can speak for the group in saying that we'd like to watch the events, enjoy ourselves, have this recorded for future prosperity, and then, when it's done, we'd like to approach and attempt to lure these girls for some of our own joys. Is that order okay with everyone?" The men agreed wholeheartedly. In a sign of perverted solidarity, they agreed to remain seated. "Mr. Sanchez, is that fine?" Sanchez was pleased. "Good, good, okay, we have a deal: I don't want you guys going anywhere when we're filming, okay? Stay put." The perverted leader replied with a smile and salute. "Will do Señor Sanchez." Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 06 Regina had her face in her palm. "Uhhh! Dad." Björn's eyes grew wide. "Hold on, umm, that man that just spoke, he's your father?" She gave a long deep sigh before replying, "...Yeah." Björn smiled while rubbing his hands. "Does he, umm, ahhhh, take an interest in your life...your, umm, sexual life?" "Eww." "Ah, I'm sorry, I, ah, ah, umm, haha..." Regina shrugged. "Well, of course he asks, I mean, yeah, he wants to know all about my sex life. He is so, like, proud of me since I've come out: I don't think any other dad has ever been as happy as he is to find out his daughter's really into girls." "Oh, so you're full-on lesbian, huh?" Daniel asked casually. "Eh, kinda...maybe...probably...yeah. I don't really label myself." "Cool." Then, suddenly remembering something very important, Principal Sanchez turned around and said, "Whoa, hold on, Regina, Regina!" he ran back to her. "Wha-what is it?" she said with her arms folded, awaiting another sordid invitation. "Relax, relax: I'm here to talk business." "Okay." "...In private?" "I don't mind them here," she said in reference to Björn and Daniel. "Okay, now just hear me out: You've seen those cheques, haven't you? For the DVD of the sex you and Tammie had in that shower?" "Yeah." "Big amounts, yes?" he said with a grin. "Regina, I want you to make full movies with me and I want both you and your girlfriend Tammie, together, making this happen. We got one more month of you as a Kay Parker student, so let's make lots of money while we still can!" Regina seemed perplexed. Sensing her confusion, Daniel stepped forward. "Regina, you mind if I handle this?" "Sure, whatever," she said with a shrug. Daniel spoke directly to his principal: "What downsides are we talking here? Are we looking at Sheba-money?" A huge grin spread over his face. "The time we got left? We're looking at over Sheba-money," he said coolly. Björn gasped. "Oh my God." Daniel turned to Regina. "Regina: Accept his offer. He's offering you a lot of money." Having never considered high-school pornography as a viable career option, she didn't have a clear response: "Umm...I'll think about it?" Sanchez clasped his hands together. "Excellent, excellent, call me whenever, wherever, however, I'll be waiting. Bye." Almost immediately, another girl caught Sanchez's attention: "Gwen! Your breasts have grown!" Regina remained quite confused. "What was that all about? And what the hell is a 'Sheba'?" A reverent awe came over the two teen boys. Daniel explained: "Sheba...is the most popular girl in school, the valedictorian and the leader of the In-Crowd." Regina groaned. "Another one of those? Let me guess: she's a total bitch." "No, not at all," said Björn. "She's, umm, actually very super-nice, she ahh, gave me a lip-to-lip kiss one time because I, umm, look like her little cousin." "You'll like her," said Daniel. "She's cool and hot." Interest piqued, the curious Regina let her intent be known, "Is she now? Tell me more." The group chatted amicably for a couple of minutes, discussing such topics as Sheba, incest fetishes and Regina's father's collection of Kay Parker DVD's. Surprisingly, Regina was becoming fast-friends with the two boys. The guys too felt at total ease, so much so that they treated Regina like she was one of the guys, asking her about her sexual exploits, which she happily discussed. "Sally was using this grinding pussy move, which was, like, just the best thing ever, her shaven lips were just so soaked in --" Regina paused when she felt the unmistakable presence of someone she'd been deeply intimate with. Regina's tingles were confirmed when she heard the girl speak: "Oh, you're here?" she said in that smug Californian accent. Regina turned, a huge happy grin on her face: "Tammie!" she said with much glee in her voice. Tammie smirked, "Glad to see me? I would be." Tammie was wearing a dark vest and super-tiny short shorts, her limber legs on prominent display. Regina uncharastically giggled. "I missed you, I haven't seen you around." "Well... duh? I'm hot, I can't be seen at school, everyone will want a piece of this tightness," she said while she pointed at her ass. "I'm hot property; I'm only out on special occasions." "Yeah..." Regina had red-hot feelings buzzing around her body as she gazed upon this one special girl. Holding it all back, neither spoke, just stared; a warm silence washing over them. Then, unable to contain herself, Regina inched forward, a sheepish smile spread across her face: "Hey, Tammie, remember that night...at my house, the one we spent together?" Suddenly, every male within earshot stopped and stood at attention. Tammie folded her arms and said in a hushed tone, "We're not going to ever talk about that!" Tammie stamped over to Regina and leaned down, getting right in her face: "You tell anyone and I will punch you in the ovaries, you got that?" Regina was feeling the heat rush to her body, undoubtedly turned on by Tammie's hot, toned body being inches away from her own. Regina felt the memories of her first school day pouring themselves back into her skin, her senses able to pick up Tammie's sporty fragrance, cool breath, wet lips and erect nipples. Regina clasped her rival's shoulder and then looked deep into her eyes. "I promise," she said with a heavy breath. Tammie leaned away, her put-on persona having faded; displaying a look that one could almost confusion for affection. "I, I gotta go get ready," she said while walking away. "...I'll beat you, yeah, in the games, because me? I'm a competitor and I'm here to get my win back!" she turned and jogged away. Björn groaned and rubbed his fingers over his chest. "Eww! That is, umm, gross! You two were, oh lord, ahh, oh I don't want to say it." Regina playfully shoved her Swedish friend. "What's wrong? Can't stand a little romance?" Björn shook his head. "Never, never, umm, never did I think it would be, umm, possible that two hot girls can make my, ahh, erection go away so quickly...eww!" Regina shrugged. "You can just bring it back, right?" "No! It's, umm, my stimuli are complicated, it takes time -- whoa, look at Jun's butt! Okay, I'm back, you're forgiven." She smiled. "Whatever, Björn." Daniel then pointed to the stands. "Hey, Regina, your dad seems really happy." She looked and saw her father giving her a big thumbs-up, grinning, pointing her out to his friends. Regina shrugged. "That's...weird...but, I guess it's...nice, right?" "He's one supportive father," concluded Daniel. Ten minutes later, the games began. No ceremony or announcement, just a call to let the girls know it was time to get their bodies moving. "Hmm." Regina pondered on which sport she should chose. "I'm thinking..." Björn assisted his friend: "Running? umm, ahh, jumping? Umm, jogging? Regina: you have the boobs for any sport, people, ahh, want to see you." "I guess," she shrugged. "Oh, I got it. I liked swimming when I was a girl, but stopped when puberty hit because, you know," she pointed to her breasts, "These came in." "And we're glad they did," stated Daniel. "Oh, but I don't have a suit." Daniel looked at Regina with a bemused expression. "Regina, this is a school built by perverts: they always have swimsuits." *** The gang made the short walk to the KPH swimming complex, the crown jewel of Kay Parker High School. Situated inside was an Olympic-sized swimming pool, and, of course, a nice, big, spacious girls changing room and shower. While they walked, Regina brought up the topic of their futures. "So, New Babylon University, you both going?" "Ahh, yes," said Björn. "I'm sure I will," noted Daniel. "The journey sounds pretty tough, though." "Journey?" asked Regina. "Yeah, all students have to get to New Babylon by going through all of Gaudium and the unexplored region of Tabootopia. They're so many urban legends and mysteries that no one really knows what's out there. That's the only way to get into NBU, that's the only way they let people into their school, they want all their students to have gone through that journey." "Wow, I didn't know that." Regina thought for a bit, then, shrugged. "Guess we'll worry about that later." They reached the large blue building, but were stopped by a tall, grey-haired Dutch security guard. "Hold please. Regina Cestin, you're allowed in, but you two guys, sorry, no males allowed." They took the news well. "Perfectly understandable," said Daniel. "You're doing a, umm, real good job," Björn reached over and shook the man's hand. Regina looked at her two male friends. "Well...See ya." "Bye," they said in unison. As Regina went inside the building, the well-hidden, adjacent, jet-black production truck door opened. "Whoa!" this gave Björn a startle. "I, haha, I'm so used to seeing these, umm, these trucks around school, that I don't notice them." A short, pudgy, balding, baseball cap and suit-wearing man came trudging down the steps, chomping on a sandwich. Björn recognized him. "Daniel! That's, umm, ah, Tim Layman, the head of Kay Parker High's film division!" "Wow! Let's go say hello." The two fans rushed over to their idol. "Hello? Mr. Layman? My name is, ahh, Björn and I am a big fan." "Hey, I'm Daniel, I love your work: the twist at the end of 'Molly and Polly's Naughty Spanking Fun Tour' was fantastic." Tim gladly shook both boys' hands. "Hey, how you guys doing? Thank you so much for the compliments, you're too much, really." He spoke in a Brooklyn accent. "I just came in, that was Regina who went in the pool, right? You guys friends of hers?" "Yep," said Daniel. "Oh to have friends like that," he said with a laugh. "Regina's a great talent: body, face, and an odd charisma. You kids seen her girlfriend Tammie around?" "Yes," replied Björn. "They were totally, umm, flirting earlier." "My lord is Tammie something else: Tall, fit, just this stunning Asian girl with a frigging body of a goddess and this 'you know you want me' attitude, she's one of my favourites. Hey, wanna come in the truck and watch these girls in the showers?" Their faces sparkled like two kids on Christmas morning. "Really? Oh yeah!" said Daniel. "Umm, an extreme honour, thank you so much," said Björn. "Great, great, come on in." *** Regina went inside the building and found herself in front of two doors: one labelled male, the other female. Between the doors were the pool rules. They went like this: "Absolutely NO swimsuits which cover the arms and/or legs allowed!" "You are filmed at ALL TIMES." "Have FUN. ;)" Regina opened the girls' door and found herself in a fitting room. Upon entry, a short bespectacled woman leapt from her counter. "Hello, wanting a suit?" "Yes, please," replied Regina. "Okay, just a sec," she went around to Regina, and with a measuring tape in hand, got her measurements. "Okay, be right back." The waiting got to The Shrugging One, her panties getting damper as she watched the steam coming out from behind the changing room door, hinting at the delights inside. "All right, here you go," the woman handed Regina a navy-blue Speedo one-piece swimsuit. "Thanks." Regina looked at the door, took a deep breath and went inside the changing room. Upon her first step, she felt the steam cloud around her face, slowly unravelling, fading away to reveal the most spectacular sight in this bi-curious teen girl's life: a packed room of nude girls. Everywhere, every corner, big girls, short girls, girls with long hair, girls with no hair, from every continent, from all over, naked females were literally sprawled out across the entire open room. There was a block of showers to the left and the changing area to the right, no walls separating the two, just hot wet breasts and dripping vaginas going back and forth. Regina tried playing it cool as she strode inside the congested room, her footpath littered with discarded shoes, towels, wet panties and soaked bras. Regina tried acting like this was all just an everyday occurrence, but try as she might, her eyes were a dead-giveaway. They bolted around, second-to-second, from a spectacular shaven vagina to a set of bouncing tits to a perfectly round ass, looking these girls in the face, they smiling back, such gorgeous girls -- and then, in an a flash, Regina's attention was taken by one special girl. "Hey! The best is right here!" Regina turned and saw Tammie Kwon. She was a couple of feet away, looking fit and gorgeous in her black one-piece swimsuit. Regina dashed over to her. "Hey! I didn't say you could change next to me," quipped Tammie. "Oh cut it out," Regina said with a grin. "It's just me here," she took off her shirt, revealing her white bra. Tammie's eyes went right to Regina's mammaires. "Well, you know...whatever." Regina quickly took her shoes off and slid her shorts down, every piece of disrobed clothing getting Tammie more and more wet -- and Regina knew it. Cheeky Regina then turned around and slid her bra straps down, slowly, strap by strap. "You okay, Tammie? Looking a little flush?" "Sh-shut up! I'm just getting wet because I'm thinking of how I'll beat you." Regina unstrapped her bra, took it off, held her breasts in her hands, turned, and showcased her jiggly powers of persuasion. "So, are you wet?" she asked as the perspiration trickled down her bouncy castles. "Hey!" Tammie blushed. "Step back, bitch, or I'll bite your nipple!" "Yeah, sure you will." Regina then suddenly remembered the hovering cameras that were behind the mirrors. Realising her breasts were a money-drawer, she grabbed a towel and covered up. Tammie laughed, "Ha! Your dad's gonna be pissed!" "Fuck 'em," she said with a shrug. Under the towel, Regina peeled down her heavy lace panties, grabbed her swimsuit and put that over her body. "Ohhh fuck it's tight," Regina took her towel off and revealed her suit-clad figure. Tammie almost creamed herself when she got a look at Regina's tight figure packed so neatly into that rubber suit: Regina's nipples were protruding, her camel toe was wildly exposed, in addition the suit was riding up into her ass and exposing most of her peachy butt. Tammie licked her lips, "Umm, yummy, my meat looks good." "Take a slice," Regina purred. "Pfft? I'll take you when I want you, whenever, however...but I think a slice will be fine." Tammie stepped forward, her toes sliding against Regina's, leaning in, eyes locked, closing in -- but then, out of the mist, to the right of them, stood another girl. "Aww, you guys look so cute together." Regina and Tammie turned their faces, at first angry that their moment had been interrupted, but then, a nanosecond later, they were captivated by this smiling bikini-clad beauty. She had golden blonde hair, sparkly blue eyes, thin pink lips, perfectly round double-D breasts, a slim waist, toned stomach, slender legs, an all-round amazing figure perfectly accentuated by her bright pink two-piece bikini. "Sheba," Tammie hissed. "Hi Tammie," Sheba lifted her hand up for a high-five. Tammie responded. "You look sexy," Sheba was a southern gal from Texas that spoke in an accent made simply adorable by her velvet lips. "You look...good, too," replied Tammie while leaning against the wall, arms folded. Sheba turned her attention to Regina. "Hi, we've never met, I'm Jane, but everyone calls me Sheba." She held Regina's shoulders and gave her a kiss on each cheek. While brushing against her, Regina couldn't help but be amazed by the softness of Sheba's skin. "Hey," replied Regina while feeling a little flustered. "You gals look so cute together, such an adorable couple -- oh gosh darn it! I hope I didn't interrupt your lovin'." "Oh no, no, no," they said over each other. "All right...well, howdy! Gosh, hasn't this been such a fun day? This whole deal reminds me so much of my pa's ol' bikini pool parties: me and my cousin sisters all running around, all nekkid and jumping in our lil' pool, playing 'Lady Doctor,' sleeping with our uncles, my how much fun that all was! When was that again? Oh yeah: Tuesday!" Meanwhile, in the production truck, Tim Layman was shouting through his headset, "Book Tam, Gin, and Sheba, now! Now! Now! Get them in the pool! Wait...I got an idea! Hold on, listen to this..." In the changing room, the loudspeaker spoke: "Attention, attention: would Regina Cestin, Tammie Kwon and Sheba please report to poolside in five minutes." Tammie clenched her fist: "Oh yes! Finally Regina I get my revenge! Because me? I'm going to beat you!" Regina waved her opponent on: "Bring it." "Woowee!" said Sheba, "Us gals be havin' some fun! Yeah!" *** The poolside was highly charged after getting word of the next match-up. The excited perverts were speaking amongst themselves as they awaited this sexy trio of teen goodness. Among them were two of the fathers, Greg and Matthew. Father of Tammie, Greg, couldn't contain himself as he spoke proudly of his daughter: "I was working out with her and, holy fuck, she was growling, not screaming, growling, I mean like an animal, roaring, like an actual animal, it was insane! My girl is a cardio machine, a machine, she'll not let up, whatever they give her, she won't get blown up. Trust me; I've never seen her so fired up before!" Regina's dad Matthew also joined in: "Now my girl's not as athletic as Greg's girl, but my Regina, oh boy, she'll surprise you, in fact she's done nothing but surprise us the whole time she's been here. Never in my wildest dreams did I think my Regina would be in a lesbian love affair with a stunning Asian girl. I hoped, but I didn't think it would happen. So, yeah, fellas keep watching, she'll surprise us all...and yes I can confirm her boobs are real." The girls entered into the arena one-by-one, each standing at a lane, that familiar scent of chlorine reaching deep into their airways. Principal Sanchez grabbed the microphone and spoke in a fiery tone: "My name? My name is Principal Sanchez! The principal of principle! And right now, right here, this is the best of my school, the best of my children, because, right now, we have three of the hottest girls in this school competing against each other for their fathers' love! That's right! The stipulation of this contest is as follows: The loser of this race must...have sex with their father!" The crowd roared as the three dads were brought to the front of the crowd. Greg and Matthew were relaxed about the prospect of live incestual sex, waving and tagging hands with the other men. But Joe, father of Sheba was far more stoic, more Zen-like, walking with intense, silent purpose behind each step. Forty-something Joe was indeed a lot different from the other pervert dads. For one, his body: he wasn't unremarkable like Greg or slovenly like Matthew, he was tall, built, handsome, in shape, clean shaven and with a corporate cut haircut. Also, unlike the other dads, Joe was not dressed in shirts and slacks; he was shirtless and clad only in board shorts. "What. The. Fuck!?" Regina was not happy with the stipulation. "No fucking way, no way am I doing that!" Tammie, wearing goggles and a swim cap, was not concerned. "I'm winning, so I don't care about this stip'." Sheba was clapping. "Yay! Gals, this is gonna be a lotta fun. Yall ready?" "Whatever," said Regina, "I don't care if I come in second: I am not doing anything like that with my dad!" The three girls got in position. "Get ready!" shouted Sanchez. "On your marks! Get set...go!" Tammie dove in and jetted down the pool, Regina right being her. The two girls went to the end of the pool, almost kicked the wall to pieces, turned, and went for the homestretch. There they saw that all their effort was for naught, all going to a foregone conclusion: Sheba hadn't even swum an inch, she was just keeping her head above water, casually floating around, waving and smiling to the crowd. The other girls dashed past her, their own competitive fires still burning. By a fair margin, Tammie was able to get the victory. Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 06 "Yes, oh yes!" she said while punching the air, throwing her goggles and cap in a glorious huff. "Suck it Regina, suck it! Oh yes, yes, yes, yes! I beat you! I beat you!" "I don't care," Regina said happily. "I'm just glad that I'm not having sex with my dad." Sheba stepped out of the pool and went right into the arms of her father, she soaking wet but her hair still perfect. Joe rubbed his girl's blonde locks, a glint in his eye as he looked down at her. "You girls come see what we get up to," said Joe in his Texan accent. "We gonna get in that there shower and have us some fun. Come on, just come and see some of our lovin'." "Umm...Okay," Regina said with a shrug, actually intrigued to see this father-daughter love scene. "Yeah, whatever, I'll watch," said Tammie. Principal Sanchez addressed the crowd as the girls and Joe went to the showers, his voice softer and more professional: "Ladies and Gentleman don't forget that tomorrow is our annual Boy Sports Day, hosted by Miss Bolovey. Boy Sports Day, a day where the boys shine. If you like boys and men, please attend this Kay Parker High special presentation. Also, don't forget to pre-order your DVD's for this event-- which you can do right now from our website, thank you." His voice took back its natural electricity when making his next announcement: "Coming up next: Sheba and her father in the shower while Regina and Tammie watch!" *** The changing room/shower was emptied out, the cameras in position, the director ready for what was about to happen. Joe and his daughter Sheba were under the running water, he holding her in his arms, the temperature increasing for them and their live audience of two --Regina and Tammie. Still clad in their rubber swimsuits, they stood next to each other as they got ready to watch this incestual showcase. "Shall we start, pumpkin?" asked Joe. Sheba nodded. "Let's do this, Daddy." Joe clutched his girl's chin, leaned down and gave her a soft, tender kiss. Sheba stood on her tiptoes and happily exchanged bodily fluids with her father, their wet mouths filling with warmth and saliva. This mutual exchange of taboo lust sent a cold shiver down both Regina and Tammie backs, their eyes glued on the action unfolding before them. "Hmmm, oh baby," while kissing, Joe skilfully untied his daughter's bikini top and let it drape to the floor, in turn revealing a most spectacular wonder of the universe: a teen girl's pert, full bloom, springtime breasts. Regina and Tammie gasped as Sheba's stars sprung out, awed by their cuddly soft majesty. "Come 'er baby," Joe pulled his girl in close to his chest, their skin meeting, a feeling of soft on rough, together locked in a forbidden embrace, their emotive warmth hotter than the Sahara itself. Joe then pulled his girl in tighter, with one hand on her hair and the other slapping and gripping her tight teen buttocks. "Oh baby!" he shouted in excitement as he ripped off her bikini bottoms, slapping her perfect teen derrière with his meaty paw. "Oh baby you got the best butt in the whole wide world, Oh yes my darling, ohhh, hmmm, such a great butt!" "Oh Daddy, Daddy!" she groaned as she slid over his wet body. "Ohhh I am wet, good Lord all mighty I am wet!" Joe started warbling: "I know sweetie, oh Daddy knows, Daddy knows. Now, Daddy needs his release, Daddy needs his release! Oh honey Daddy needs, Daddy needs, Daddy needs his release!" Sheba understood and followed her father's wishes: she got right on her knees and with one hard yank, pulled down her father's shorts, his erect member meeting her upon exit, right in her face, at full attention, with only one place to go. "Give Daddy a kiss." Sheba puckered her lips and gave a soft kiss to her father's foreskin. "Oh LORD!" The roof literally shook when Joe slammed his foot on the ground. "Sweet Lord all mighty! Oh my! Woo! Oh yes, that's my girl! Woo! Yes! Okay, now, open wide, open wide for Daddy: say 'ah' baby." "Ahhh!" she opened her mouth, dove in and stuck her father's large throbbing cock inside her pretty little mouth. Sheba proceeded to rotate her father's iron rod, rolling it around, letting it melt inside her cotton-candy mouth. The way Sheba was sucking on her own father's cock with so much gusto, holding it steady with her hand while bobbing the instrument in-and-out. This, and the smell of their hot rubber suits, made the two curious girls very, very horny. Comfortable with group masturbation, Regina was pleasuring herself, rubbing her fingers over her rubber-clad vagina. Tammie saw what her partner was doing in terms of self-pleasure and feeling somewhat turned-on, Tammie, tactfully, started fingering herself, too. Meanwhile, Joe was shivering from his daughter's vacuuming mouth. "Ohhhh yeah, ohhh yeah baby, just like that, yeah! Oh yeah! Woo! Atta girl! Keep at it, keep it going, keep the suction going, oh yeah, lil' deeper hun, oh yeah, that's it, ohhhhhhh hold on, hold on, hold on, don't make Daddy cum, don't make Daddy cum baby, not yet hun, not yet." Joe lifted his daughter up by her armpits, turned her around and slapped her wet ass with a mighty wet thwack. "Open up for Daddy!" She nodded. "Yes Pa!" Sheba put her hands on the wall, spread her legs apart and got her cheeks in place. "Oh no he won't!" Regina whispered. "Not with his size!" "Oh he will," replied Tammie. "Trust me: I know. He will and she'll like it -- hey!" Tammie looked down and saw that she was holding hands with Regina. "What? Why are you holding hands with me?" "What? You're holding hands with me! -- oh, just shut up and rub my pussy," Regina grabbed Tammie's soft wet hand. "Wha-what are you doing?" asked Tammie. "You know what you're going to do," Regina led Tammie's hand's downward and placed it right on her small rubbery instrument of joy. "Oh? You want me giving you my expert talents? Hmm...You got it," Tammie clutched tightly on Regina's pussy and prodded it with her sharp fingers. Ever the giver, Regina went and returned the favour, putting her hand on Tammie's vagina and giving her pal a vaginal massage. They pleasured each other as they kept their gazes stuck on the incestual Texans. For a good two minutes, Joe sized up his prize, inspecting while stroking, looking at it from each angle, admiring his daughter's butt cheeks. "Look Daddy: I can shake my butt!" Sheba did a cute little booty shake. "Hmm, your Daddy loves your butt the more he sees it," he said with a wide grin. Sheba giggled in response, "You ol' sweet talker you." "Hmmm, yes, my sweet lil' thing. Now hold tight for Daddy, hold on as this big one gets ready to put itself inside you." Joe approached her butt, held his cock, then slapped his red-hot steel against her soft bun surface "Ohhh feels so good, Daddy," she said with a shiver. "Ohhh, I'm, I'm so ready for it Daddy, hmm, go on Daddy, please, do me like you do Mama: I wanna be your good girl, I wanna be your good girl! Me, do me, please, I need it so bad Daddy, hmmm! Please! Hmmm! Please Pa, please!" His daughter's sweet voice and pleading tone was just too much to take. "Hmmm, Daddy's thingy is hurting for ya baby, good hurt, you doing good baby...but just wait 'till I get myself proper ready. Daddy needs to be good and ready when he goes inside your little butt." "Anything you want, Pa." Seconds later, as he gazed upon her dripping wet, shinny, sweet looking ass, he found the desire just too strong to overcome; her gravitational pull too strong to resist: He needed to enter inside her -- ready or not. "Get ready sweetie, get ready for your Daddy: it's time!" Joe got into position, took some soap, lubed up, and then, entered in, slowly and precisely. "Ohhh," she winced as it probed her. "I feel it, I feel it! Eee, it's sooo big! Eee! Daddy, ohhh! Ohhhhh!" "Oh be strong baby, be strong for Daddy," he too was in pain as his thick instrument got at just the right angle, enough to go -- "Inside me, ohhh, it's inside me Daddy, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it." His body red, his muscles tense, but his mission successful: he was in his daughter's butt. "Oh Daddy, Daddy, it's so -- ohhhh!" When the cute southern gal felt that contact, it hit her like a volcanic eruption of once-outlawed sexual awareness: it was as if every nerve-end in her body was hit with a titanic shower of pleasure-bound meteor strikes, her pleasure centres set for sexual annihilation. "Oh...DA-DA-DA-DA-DADDY!" she screamed as the roaring water trickled down her back, the orgasmic sensations exploding like napalm as her father's thick cock penetrated deep inside her. "Yee-hah!" Joe slammed his hand on the wall as he went in and out of his little girl's ass, the intensity increasing tenfold as the seconds ticked away. "So good, oh so good Daddy." "Hmm, you're doing good honey, keep at it." Joe could feel his daughter boiling, almost able to see the steam coming out from her back. For all involved, the shower got several degrees hotter as soon as the reaming began, going from searing hot to skin-roasting temperatures. Joe then put his hands on his daughter's tiny hips: he pushed in deeper, his thumbs planted deep into her skin. "Oh! Oh! It's so gosh-darn tight Daddy, oh Lord it's tight, hmm, ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!" she winced as her face was up against the shower wall, the sensations making her shake, tremble, her legs barely staying upright. "Oh you're so tight babe, so tight. Ohhhh sweetheart, stay strong, stay strong for Daddy," he went in as deep as he could, pushing his instrument all the way into the small opening, his cold breath giving her neck a sharp, arctic chill. "DADDY!" she screamed at the top of her voice, she unable to string together any cute words or sayings, defeated by the unearthly, painful and pleasurable sensations: the feel of her father's iron pipe, his forbidden desire, this sexual experience taking her to her limits, she ready, ready to release. Joe could feel the tightness closing in. The time to retreat was not soon: it was now. "One more stroke baby, let Daddy get one more in, and uh!" he took his cock out, then, with one hand, turned his daughter around "Stretch your body out; go on, just like we practiced." While her pussy leaked, Sheba spread her arms and legs wide apart. Her father then jerked his cock at jet-speed levels, his right arm a blur as he powered through, ready to unload, ready to cover his daughter with what he called his -- "Cum Diggger!!! Ahhhhhh!" with one hard release, a half-litre of diamond-clear liquid cum splashed all over the gorgeous Sheba's body, spraying her from head to toe. "Hmmm!" she rubbed her father's cum over her body, leading it downward as the water merged the ejaculate and her juices into a new solution, this combination of hot taboo desire slipping down to her vagina, spreading joy through her sensitive feminine body. Sheba fingered herself and kneeled over as her climax came. "Oh yeah!" she muttered under her breath, "Yeah! Yeah! Hmm, hmm, hmm! HMMMMMMM! Oh Daddy I did it!" So taken with the action, Tammie grabbed Regina's tit and dug her long fingers into the soft rubber. "Hmmmmm, fuck yeah, fuck," muttered Tammie as she was lost in the sexual vista. Regina grabbed Tammie's tight ass in response. "I'm so gonna cum, I'm so gonna cum," Regina groaned, her knees kicking together. As the girls felt each other's touch, they looked at each other. "Hey, fuck off, I'm cumming first," said Tammie. "Try to stop me," Regina smirked. "Oh yeah?" They grabbed at each other's suits, locked eyes and, then, in that instant, the intrigue, the waiting, the tit-for-tat, the games, they all ended. Finally, no more attempts by either to hold anything back, no more hiding, it was time to embrace the wonders of their lesbian paradise: They leapt into each other's arms and kissed with a passion so ferocious, so intense, it would maul the most deadly of earthbound creatures. The girls fell on the floor, wet lips locked, bodies rubbing, wet rubber vagina's sliding against one another, all under where it started for them: the hot running water of a shower, though, this time, as they rolled on the floor, they were accompanied by a present from the Thompsons: the incestual juices of life. "Aw, how sweet," said Sheba, she sitting on the floor, her dad's arms wrapped around her, his deflated member grinding against her quivering back. "Beautiful," noted Joe. "Beautiful...If I wasn't so beat, I'd ream them both." *** Later that night at the Cestin home... "Now Joe..." Matthew Cestin thought carefully about his next question. "Tell us about the pool parties." Greg Kwon was pleased with that question: "Ohhhh, good one!" The dads, Matthew and Greg, were taping the latest episode of their popular podcast: 'Dad Time'. Their interviewee was the man who'd just had live anal sex with his daughter, Joe. The man of the moment gave his response: "Wonderful experiences, real cherished memories, for sure, always had a good time when my girl stripped down and got in her little bikini. But, heck, let me tell you something I never told anyone before: You ready for this? Okay: She wasn't invited to the other girls' pool parties. The guys' parties? Heck, she was VIP, but the real prestige is the girl parties and those little ladies wanted none of my girl. They were jealous, pure and simple, oh yeah, no hiding it too, it was clear as day I tell you what. The reasons were obvious: they didn't wanna be shown up by my beautiful girl. In fact, their fathers invited us to the parties! Those men wanted to see her as badly as the boys did, for sure." "God damn!" said Greg. "So other dads would actually invite you and your daughter to their daughters' parties?" "Heck yeah they did! Asked us with bells on." "Right on," Greg nodded in approval. "Matthew? Got something to add?" Matthew was taking his Dean James Lipton role very, very seriously. His hands were clasped as his voice took on a low-tempo perversion: "Joe, tell us...about the lovemaking." "Gentle, always very gentle lovin', I'm always a tender lover, yep, never went too deep, wanted to keep the tightness. My girth is big, you know, didn't wanna get her all stretched out. The stuff we did today, it was just the right level, you know, just the right level, but we took it really high today, real high. The important thing to me though is to always have a good cuddling session at the end, you know, let her know she's loved. But she knows that, she knows it." "And for those that don't know," added Greg, "Sheba is right here, in this house." "Howdy!" she shouted from the kitchen. "Just russling up some grub!" Sheba walked over and poked her head into the living room. "Whatcha guys doing?" "Our, our podcast," said Greg as the drool dripped down his face. "Show these guys what you wearing," said Joe. "Go on, they're great guys right here, good people." Sheba stepped out of the corner and showed her latest ensemble: tight black briefs and a small snug-fitting Ben 10 t-shirt. "Ahh," Matthew rubbed his chin. "That is so unbearably adorable. Greg: take a picture of her, post it later on the website and let everyone know that this wonderful girl is wearing my son's old clothes." Sheba scratched her crotch region. "Little itchy around here...I just saw em' layin' around. Think he will mind?" "He will NOT," said Greg. "Because he won't care," added Matthew. "He won't mind because he doesn't know what's going on around him." Just then, Regina and Tammie came bursting into the house, hand in hand, all giggles and lesbian excitement. "Oh hey Dad," said Regina. "Hey," Tammie said to her father. "All our girls are here!" said Matthew. "This can only lead to good things," noted Greg. Regina and Tammie looked at each other, then shook their heads while laughing. "Nothing with you guys," said Regina. "I own Regina's pussy," noted Tammie. "You guys ain't going near it!" "Oh, wait, hold on." Regina addressed her father: "Why is there a big RV outside our house?" "I'll tell you later," he replied, "But I think we first want to have a few words -- ah heck, not talk, we want to see you two girls in action!" The girls shook their heads, looked at each other, smiled, held hands and leapt up the stairs. When they got to the middle of the staircase, Sheba ran up to them with a request: "Hey, can I join in on this?" Regina and Tammie enthusiastically nodded. "Sure, come on," said Regina. "Like you have to ask?" said Tammie. "I thought I was going to have to drag you in!" "Yippe!" the three girls ran hand-in-hand to the bedroom, slamming the door shut, ready to engage in some midnight Sapphic fun. Greg waved his arms: "Okay, that's the end of this podcast. Remember to subscribe, keep following us and we'll keep bringing you the best insight into this insane, crazy, lewd, disgusting and downright wrong world we live in. Remember: we live in a nation of incest for a reason: because everyone is family and everyone is fucking. All right, big kisses, mwah-mwah-mwah, we love you all, thank you all for listening and we'll see you soon. Peace!" End Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 07 Copyright © 2012, Surt, ALL Rights Reserved. Knowledge of prior Tabootopia chapters is not essential for this story but it is recommended. Anyone involved in anything sexual is at least eighteen-years-old. Feedback is always appreciated and replied to. Thanks for reading and enjoy! :) The Celebrity Templates are: Amanda Bynes is Regina Cestin Kirsten Davis is Claire Cestin Madeline Zima is Vivian Keentucker Brenda Song is Soyo Banks Tracy-Ann Oberman is Vera Banks Susan Sarandon is Miss Bolovey Bebe Neuwirth is Ruth Vanderbosch Erin Sanders is Kelly Vanderbosch Chisato Shoda is Yukari Takahashi-Kwon Shohreh Aghdashloo is Farah Azim *** The founders of Tabootopia had small ambitions. All they wanted was a place where like-minded people could live and find peace -- while also having rampant amounts of sex, of course. Their idea become reality and that reality grew to be larger than they could ever dream of: Modern Tabootopia has six million residents, five distinct sectors, and growing larger by the day. And the best example of how far this nation of incest has come is the sprawling urban metropolis of New Babylon: The Blessed Sinners' Playground! Getting to New Babylon -- and in particular the city's university -- was the goal of five particular teenagers, all of whom were from the suburban Tabootopia town of Our Haven. We join these teenagers as they all go to declare their entry into the university via the official Our Haven registry official, Farah Azim. Now Farah, who was also a high school teacher, had to juggle her new responsibilities with her demanding day job, which wasn't problem as she was more than accommodating to every prospective student that came her way -- no matter what hot, sticky situation she would be in when the kids came-a-knocking. Indeed Farah embodied the true spirit of Tabootopia because despite all her responsibilities, duties, and work, she always found time to have some good ol' fashioned, down and dirty sex. We join Farah on this hot Sunday morning, inside her house, with the aforementioned teenagers sitting on her living room couch, happily waiting as Farah finished up her Sunday morning ritual... "Ohhhh yes darling, yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes!" she moaned from out of her bedroom, her raspy, deep, seductive voice a soothing and erotic tune that floated in the air and went into the teens' chests, Farah's pleasured moans a high-powered wakeup call to their respective teenage libidos. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Wonderful, oh so, oh, hmm, slap my behind, please, please." Whack! Farah's husband Jean met with his wife's request. "Oh!" she squealed, "Oh my dear, excellent. Oh one more, please, please...Oh!" Seated on the living room couch, excited, short, slim, Swedish student Björn was letting his natural inclinations take over. "Hmmm! I like, I like! Her voice, umm, sounds so much, ahhh, deeper, deeper from behind the door, yes!" he said as his hand reached down his skinny jeans. Seated next to Björn was his friend Daniel, a mocha-skinned, plain-faced, dark-haired American teenager. Daniel nudged his masturbating chum on the shoulder. "Björn, you know I'm okay with whatever weird things you do, but Kelly is --" "Björn! Stop it!" interrupted Kelly, the petite, bespectacled girlfriend of Daniel. "Don't beat off when I'm sitting right here." "Oh I'm sorry; this is just, umm, special circumstances. I think, I'll, umm, go nearer to the door," Björn stood up, walked nearer to where the action was, and spotted that the adjunct bedroom door was wide open. He looked inside. "Sami!" said Björn. "Hey Björn!" replied Sami, son of Farah, "What's up, man? Come on in, join me, you can hear more from this room." "Oh thanks, Sami!" Now with room on the couch, Kelly had a request for her boyfriend: "Daniel, nudge over." "Why?" he asked. "Because!" she titled her head to the left, pointing out the two Sapphic lesbian teens that were kissing and groping each other with a fiery, red-hot passion. Daniel nodded knowingly. "Why? They're such nice girls." Daniel was immediately contradicted when the girl on top, a tall athletic Korean-American, grabbed her lover by the neck and screamed into her ear: "Say you're my cunt-sucking bitch!" The other girl smiled and shrugged. "You're MY cunt-sucking bitch!" The top-girl grinned, then rolled her hand into a fist and punched her lover's vagina. The two engaging in this fisticuffs/lesbian lustfest were, of course, Tammie Kwon and the well-chested, frowny teen that is Regina Cestin. The two quickly refrained from violence-based sex and went back to exploring their bodies, their hands cupping each other's breasts, Regina's red lips smacking against Tammie's thin velvet mouth, their sweat and saliva mixing together into a tasty cold drink known as Unfiltered Curious Delight. Meanwhile, knowing she had a full day ahead, Farah looked to the finish line. "Oh yes dear! Yes! Yes! Hmmm, my behind, please slap it, please, please, please, put it in deep, yes... oh! Oh! Thrust deeper, please, ohh... Ohhhhh!...yes! Ahhh! I've-I've been such a bad girl: please, slap my bottom, please." "Oh you're such a naughty, naughty girl!" shouted Jean. "You need another spank!" Slap, whack, slap! Husband Jean spanked and groped his wife's butt. "Yes, yes, yes, yes darling, oh dear, oh, ohhh, hold me, hold me, I, oh, oh, OH!" Regardless of what everyone else in the house was doing, they all stopped, listened, and felt it: this house was floating in the symphonic sounds of Farah and Jean's tantric lovemaking; the manic grunting and soothing groaning engulfing the thoughts and moods of everyone involved, growing bigger, brighter, as they went faster, faster, faster!...And then...silence. The same eerily calm silence one hears before a lighting strike. Then, a second later...the thunder arrived: The house shaking, the grunting turning into growling, the groaning becoming shouting, the bed frame ramming against the wall with a shattering wallop, the bedsprings being crushed into small metallic fragments, the very floor trembling, all from under the dominant mountain that was this earth-shattering, cross-continent, boundary destroying, early rising, hot, sticky, wood knocking, grass wet, down and dirty, how it's done, how it always has been, and how it always will be, from Mesopotamia to Tabootopia, it's Sunday morning -- and Mom and Dad are fucking. The parents went at it with a furious pace, Jean slamming himself in with hard, deep strokes, Farah's groans tinged with twitching yelps, this proud mother openly and willingly submitting herself to her man. This passionate lovemaking furore only lasted for mere seconds, the end signalled by a loud, deep, cavernous moan from the distinguished lady: "OHHHHHHHH!" Everyone heard it, everyone felt it: Farah's moan echoed deep within everyone's chests, going right into their souls, this cry signalling the finish of the couple's early morning weekend special. After Farah cummed, the teens remained silent, unmoving, having just got a lesson in what constitutes a really healthy breakfast. After that momentary silence, Farah took some deep, deep breaths, and then addressed the waiting teens with a timid hush: "Give me a moment please; I just need to freshen up." The teens quickly cleaned themselves up, got seated, and waited as Farah got dressed. Björn rushed out of Sami's room, pulling his pants up as he sat on the couch. "Umm, ahh can't wait to see her!" "Me too, me too!" said Daniel. "Eww, Daniel," said Kelly, "That's gross: she's old enough to be your mom." "I wish!" he said in all sincerity. Finally, she came. First, peering open the bedroom door, then, slamming her bare feet against the wooden floor, her wonderfully curvaceous body covered in a shimmering black robe, her olive skin radiating with an after-sex glow, her raven hair a wild sexy mess, her thick legs dripping with remnants of her husband's climax, and yet, still, she exuded effortless grace as she walked over to the seated group, she, the age-defying Persian beauty that is Farah Azim. Farah sat across from the prospective students, put on her glasses, grabbed the nearby clipboard, and spoke in her unmistakable raspy accented voice. "Good morning everyone, I apologise for the delay," she paused to wipe some cream off her lips. "Ah, let me see," she looked at each student, pointing with her pen as she went along from left to right, "Tamara Kwon, Regina Cestin, Kelly Vanderbosch, Daniel Nova, and Björn Jakobsson. That's everyone, so, hmm, you five will make this journey together?" "Yes," they said. "Using which means of transport?" "An RV," said Daniel, "Tammie, Regina and Kelly's families brought it together." "I see, hmm, spreading the costs, yes, that's quite smart. All right, let me get through this legal disclaimer." She spoke quickly: "All Our Haven students who wish to join our university must go through a journey, a journey which has been deemed necessary. They will go through their hometown of Our Haven, towards Gaudium, and through the unexplored region of Tabootopia known only as Sector Three. New Babylon University is not responsible for any danger and possible harm to participants of this journey. Only students who produce a token which proves completion of this journey will be allowed into our institution...Any questions?" "Nope," they all said firmly. "Good, now please hand me the forms and it will all be finished." They each grabbed their official declarations and signed them with no hesitation. Then, just as they were all finished, Sami came tearing out of the hallway, rushing into the living room. "Hey everybody!" he was clad only in his small tight boxers, his body covered in sweat. "Hey Sami," replied Tammie. "You look fierce, that body looks tight." "Thanks, been using those tips you told me." "You know him?" asked Regina, she surprised that her girlfriend was actually on friendly terms with someone other than her. "Yeah? You thought I had no friends? Bitch: you gonna pay," Tammie dove into her lover's lips, they casually making-out, lost in a trail of wet lesbian delights. Sami turned his attention to his mother: "Ohh, you were so good with the sex, if-if you don't mind me saying. The spanking was so hot, too. I jerked off a lot, Mom." Farah nodded uninterestedly. "Hmm, hmm, good, good boy." "Hey, Sami," said Daniel. "You coming to New Babylon University, too?" "What? No way! Actual school work? Screw that, I'm going to be a bitch-boy! Yeah! There is this agency that wants small, youngish-looking hairless guys, and all these guys do is pleasure older women! I love older women -- no offense, Mom," he said as he winked at her. "This agency freaked out when they saw me, they said I'm perfect for them; they've never seen someone my age with a body like this! See? No hair at all!" He rubbed his hands over his lean chest. "Look how trim I got, some light definition right here. This is what I was born to do: being a bitch-boy! Yeah!" Kelly was at first weirded out by this near-nude sweaty tanned boy, but found his 5'3 frame unimposing enough to give her honest opinion. "You're tiny, ya, you're a cute kid, you got the whole 'touch me, it feels wrong but it feels good' vibe going on. You going to be wearing that stuff over there?" she said referring to a pair of oversized sunglasses and a bright purple baseball cap. "Yeah, gonna look so cool in that." Kelly shook her head. "No, no, this, this right here? Works. Keep it simple, that's how you should play it. Hmm, if you want an outfit, I say go with a simple dress shirt, plus some slacks, tight slacks, let them wanna grab you, want to touch you, hold you. Yeah, that will work, you got the body to pull that off." "Thanks!" Farah nodded happily while checking off the forms. "I'm so proud you found your purpose and direction, Son." Sami smiled while pointing at his crotch. "Proud enough to... finish me?" Farah put down her clipboard, took her glasses off, and sighed. "...Hmm, I have a minute or two, but I'm only rubbing you through those little shorts, let your ejaculation go in there so the floor won't be a mess. Come on, come now." He ran over to his mother, put his crotch on the armrest, and shivered like a naked wet Eskimo with a cold. "Ohhhh! Mom! Ohhhhh, come on, come on...please! Ohhhh, Mom!" Farah put her delicate hand on her son's rubbery penis, the red-hot cloth fabric immediately filling her hand with exuberant boy sweat. Farah squeezed her son's crotch, giving the gentlest of happy tugs, making a delightful rubbery squish as she clasped on tightly. "Ahh! Ahh! Mom!" His mother's fingers started their play: Her hand twitched digit by digit, poking, prodding her son's cloth-covered instrument. Farah played her son like a flute, fingers in, out, giving her son both hard and soft pokes and prods. This intensely powerful pressured-filled taboo pleasure was making little Sami sweat machinegun bullets, his mother with her fingers around the trigger, squeezing his full, locked piece. "Ah! Ah! AHHH! Mom!" Inside Sami's shorts, the heat was beyond intense, the waves of scorching warmth having made his swollen instrument diamond-hard, it glistening and positively boiling as his mother kept her thunderous pace going. "Mom! Mom! Mom!" Farah went faster, using her wrist to add more torque. Then, her thumb came into play: first, she ran the end of it down her son's piping hot shaft, then, got it to the top, using the tip of her thumb to gently tickle her son's foreskin. "That good?" she asked. He could only nod. "Good, good boy." Farah added another dose of taboo delight: with her thumb on her boy's tip, she twirled it around, twirling her thumb in a soft circular motion, spinning, spinning it around, adding more pleasure to his already-overloaded system, churning her boy's cum into a thick, hard cream. "Mom! Oh Mom, Mom! Mom!" Sami felt his whole body reaching a fever pitch, his sweat so profuse that it made the floor damp. He felt like his chest was about to burst from the vast incestual bliss, his mother's ever-expert hand lifting him to a new, chilly plateau. "Mom! Mom! Oh my God! MOM!" As much as Sami enjoyed his mother's hand tricky, as much as he loved every bit of it, from the spongy-soft sounds, to the gasps of his seated friends, to his mother's overwhelmingly loving caress, yet, despite all the immense delight, he was unable to hold back any further, his legs buckling, his heart feeling like it was about to explode into a million little pieces. "Mom, Mom! I can't -- uhhhh!" Sensing the kill, Farah increased the pressure, turning up the heat to fiery, inferno-like levels, going harder and harder with each passing second: harder, faster, harder, faster, harder, faster. "M-M-Mom!!! OHHHH!" For the finish, sexpert Farah clamped down hard on her boy's cock, and squeezed, squeezed with all her might, remembering a little trick her Iranian mother had taught her: Farah placed her thumb over the tip of her son's cock, and pushed down hard on his foreskin, forcing back his bubbly release. "OH MOM!" Farah made sure to hold on tight, very tight, digging her nails into the cloth, pushing her boy's limits to the most perverse levels. She looked at her son's face to see if he was ready: he was: his face was beetroot red. "Okay, Sami, hold still." Farah shook her boy's penis, using all the power of her motherly might. Due to her decades of experience, she could feel her son's cum rising to the surface, knowing blast off was coming hard and fast -- but, ever the professional, Farah wanted to add a little cherry on top: She puckered her lips and planted the softest of kisses on her son's rock-hard cock. "OHHHHH, MOM!" he screamed outloud as every fibre in his body rumbled with massive tremors of delight. "Okay Sami, here it comes," she looked in his eyes, gave him a warm smile, and then, let go as it came roaring out of his trembling body. "MOOOOOOOOM! UHHHHHHHHHHH!" Like that, Sami's light red shorts had just added several shades of black. He stepped back, his breath slow, his knees weak, his penis twitching like an escaped salmon. "Th-th-thanks, Mom." "Hmm, anytime dear," Farah grabbed her son by the back of his neck, gently pulled him down, and planted a tender motherly kiss on his cheek. Farah then turned Sami around, and slapped his bare back. "Go on now, take a shower." "Okay, Mom...okay." Sami stood there, frozen, stuck in a sexified state of mass pleasure. Björn stood up, stiff as a plank. "Umm, ahh Sami, may I join you? Miss Azim, I really want to, umm, talk to him about this, ahh, experience he just had. May I, please?" "Please, please, feel free," she replied. "Thank you." Just then, Farah's husband, toned, hairless, grey-haired, tanned, Frenchman Jean, rushed out of the bedroom, completely naked. "Farah!" he held her shoulders, kissed her on each cheek, got on one knee and kissed her mature ripe lips. "My love, the sex was magnificent, as always," he gave her another loud, wet kiss on the lips, "Hmm, I'm so lucky to have you. You, you are so smart, so sexy, such a magnificent woman." Ice Queen Farah blushed like a prepubescent school girl. "Hmm, thank you so much, thank you." Jean smiled, kissed her again, held her hand and peppered it with kisses. "Hmm, if only you weren't so busy, oh my love, we'd be in the bedroom all day, all night! -- Oh, company? Hmm, of course, of course a gorgeous woman like yourself is with gorgeous boys and girls, yes." Jean then spotted his stepson. "Ah! Sami, my boy, you masturbated?" "Mom, Mom did me...it was...amazing." "We're going in the shower," said Björn. "I'll join too, come, let's go!" he stood up, put his arms around the boys and walked with them to the shower. Farah looked happily at her son and husband. "Hmm, I am so blessed, so blessed...You kids are more than welcome to stay, please make yourselves at home, but, if you'll excuse me, I have some more business to attend to," she stood up and went to her bedroom. Kelly, having just seen all that, felt a tad bemused. "Daniel, I'm okay with sitting next to these two passive-aggressive lesbians, and I'm fine with having seen a mom jerk off her son...But...did I just see a naked Frenchman take a Swedish and Iranian boy to the shower with him?" "What? That's new to you?" *** One month later... *** It was the day before the group of five left Our Haven and went onward into the greater areas of Tabootopia. It was a nice sunny morning, with four members of the group dubbed 'The International Lovers of Sex, Style and Sleep', Regina, Daniel, Kelly and Björn, along with friends of the Inter-Lovers, Vivi and Soyo, all sat around a table, eating breakfast at a trendy diner. "I'm so sad you're leaving," said a sad, pouting Vivi. This tall, brown-haired, sweet-faced, adorable teen cutie was wearing a long white t-shirt which had "I Hug Babies" written in bold black lettering. "Yeah, Regina, wassup with you bailin' on us!?" asked Soyo, a short, tanned Asian girl that was wearing a tight grey dress, she masking her sadness with her loud New Jersey attitude. Regina replied with a shrug. That part of her routine was still intact, but, during the month, her look had gone through a radical change: gone was the long brown hair, plain shirts and mom jeans, this new Regina Cestin was much more stylish: she had a cropped jet-black hairstyle, wore figure-enhancing tight black tank tops, plus, the piece de résistance, she had a lace red thong peeking out of her chic blue jeans. "You know, you can come with me," said Regina with a little added huskiness to her voice. Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 07 Soyo flicked her wrist. "Bitch~, you know that New Babylon University makes you do, like, work, like real actual school work and exams. Fuck. That." Soyo pointed at her mouth, "This is what got me through high school." "Oh you were good in oral exams?" asked Kelly. "If that means sucking off all the male teachers, then fuck yeah bitch! I got me an A-plus in cock-loving, and give me a B in rug-munching, umm-umm-umm! Miss Polyansky never had a girl like me before! Bitch knows it!" "O-o-okay," replied the jittery Kelly, she intimated by Soyo's loud bravado and sexploits with middle-aged Russian women. Kelly nudged closer to Daniel, and then turned to the much more innocent-looking Vivi. "So, Vivi, why aren't you going to NBU?" "I hate homework!" Vivi crossed her arms and pouted. "Okay~." "Hey, umm, Regina," said Björn, "I never, umm, asked, so, umm, how was the party at Mallika's house? Did you, umm, haha, you know, with the Indian princess?" Regina nodded. "Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Björn, her squirt lasted for a minute." "No!" Regina leaned forward and spoke with a little Tammie-swagger infused in her voice: "Uh-huh, it's all true. Tammie reamed her, hard. I went in with my tongue, got the legs wide open, hmmm, Mallika's pussy smelt like scented oils. Hmm, yeah, I got her squirt out easy, in the air, a minute-long stream of juice. Tasty, fresh, loved it." "Wow! Umm, how's her butt like in person? It looks so, umm, squeezable!" Regina nodded with a wide-eye grin. "She has a real fine ass, loved slapping it, holding it, fuck, I loved kissing it." Daniel added his informed opinion. "Wow, that's awesome Regina! Mallika, wow, her tall frame perfectly matches her round butt, plus those legs --" "Daniel!" said Kelly, "No perving when I'm here~!" "Sorry," he kissed her on the cheek. "Eww," Björn was repulsed by Daniel's PG-rated show of affection. "Umm, hey, umm, Regina, where is Tammie?" "She's finishing up some business, leaving some girls aching, that sort of thing." "Ahh, ok," said Björn, "So umm, so, how do you all, ahh, wanna spend our last day here?" Regina shrugged, as did Daniel and Kelly. "Never thought about doing anything," said Regina. Björn looked at Vivi and Soyo with bad intentions, "Well, umm, maybe a bath of some sort, or, umm, a ducky --" "Oh!" shouted Daniel, "You know what we've never done, Björn? We've never seen the other school in Our Haven, you know, Rachel Steele High." "Oh yes!" replied Björn. "Kelly goes there," Daniel turned to his girlfriend. "Is it open?" "Yeah, sure," replied Kelly. "Schools here never close, even in August, but do you really wanna go? Doesn't your school and mine have a rivalry?" "Oh that's all fabricated baloney they sell to the networks," replied Daniel, "No one really believes they're rival schools." "They SO are our enemy!" noted Vivi, "They our nemesis school! We can never go-go foot in there! They'll make us have no-no sex, no-no sex!" "Yeah, plus I can't piss Sanchez off," said Soyo. "I wanna still do some work for the school, some videos, some photos, become a teacher's aide or somethin', so I ain't going for sure." "I will," said Regina, "I'm curious to see what it's like." "Great!" said Björn. Vivi grabbed Regina's arm and rubbed her face on it. "But this is meant to be our special day with Genie-Baby." "Umm, can we share me for today? I'll go visit the school, then come back and hang out with you and Soyo." Vivi nodded. "My daddy says good girls always share, so I'm coolzees Genie-Baby. How about you Soyo --" Soyo had left her booth-side chair. The gang looked and then found her across from them, on her knees, sucking a muscular man's cock. "Ahh," Soyo took it out to speak, "See ya later Regina," and went right back to her feast. Regina was reassured. "Okay, Soyo's good. How about you, Vivi --" In a flash, Vivi vanished, she quickly found on her knees, with a young man's meat in her mouth. She did the thumbs-up sign to let Regina know she'll stay busy. Björn tactfully pleasured himself. "Hmmm, I'm, ummm, so going to miss those two." "Björn!" shirked Kelly. "How many times do you have to be told?" "Ahh, I'm just filling my semi," said Björn. "Relax, Sis." "I'm not your sister!" "Umm, yeah you are, because Daniel over here, he's my bro! haha." "That's right!" he agreed. "Daniel!" "Sorry, Kelly." Just then, a sexy honey-skinned waitress came over to the booth, she drawing much attention with her long limber legs, flowing auburn hair, her finest features accentuated by the company uniform: a French maid's outfit with nothing on underneath, her smooth bare backside on prominent and welcome display. "Hey Rina!" said Kelly. "This your summer job?" "Yeah," she replied, "My dad insisted I go for it, like really pushed me into it. He sometimes comes over to give it to me in the butt." "Can't blame him," noted Björn, "He's a good man, he knows a hot daughter like you is, umm, best served dressed as you are." "Oh thanks there sweetie --" whack! Waitress Rina paused when she felt a shockwave of force smacking her round, bare buttocks. She initially thought it was a guy, but knew that all the men that visited the restaurant were far too respectful to give her such a hard slap to her rear. Rina then looked down and saw the culprit with their arm outstretched, their hand resting comfortably on the waitress's round cheeks. "Nice ass," said Regina with a squeeze. "Thanks," the waitress replied with a curled lip and a wet napkin. Kelly shifted closer to her boyfriend. "Daniel," she whispered, "I thought Regina was, you know, a normal girl!" Daniel chuckled. "Kelly, that is normal." *** After finishing their breakfasts, Regina, Daniel, Kelly and Björn went from the restaurant to Regina's house, getting the keys from her home, then driving onward to Rachel Steele High via their co-owned RV, a crammed vehicle that contained one couch, one table, one mini-fridge, and one bedroom. "This is great practice for tomorrow," said Daniel, he taking the wheel, seated on the beige leather driver's chair. To his right, sitting on the passenger seat, was his girlfriend Kelly, looking radiant as the mid-morning sun shone down on her. Plain Daniel was often surprised by the fact that a super pretty girl like Kelly was his official 'girlfriend'. Besides the fairly common bunny boiler moments, there was indeed much to admire about Kelly Vanderbosch: her creamy soft skin, tight petite frame, pretty pink lips, not to mention the cute trimmings: the black-rim glasses, stylish t-shirts, skin-tight jeans, and the trendy colourful bangles that covered her arms. "Hey, Kelly, your school is far, like, right at the edge of Our Haven?" asked Daniel. "Yeah," she replied. "I've not gone in months though... I hope they don't punish me for being tardy. Oh crap, they might be really mad at me...Oh! Daniel! What if they spank me!? And not the kinky 'hey, hey, this is sexy' spanking that you're used to, but a hard, hard paddling! Daniel! You know I got the kinda butt that people just want to spank!" "Calm down, calm down," he said with a smile. "You're not getting spanked, trust me...unless it's by a woman, then I'd be totally into that." "Daniel!" "Kidding, kidding." Regina sniggered while flashing a thumbs-up. "Haha, right on, right on." Björn was seated on the couch, which was located on the right; he edged into the corner of the soft cushiony sofa. "Okay, right now, I just want you all to, umm, know, this is my jerking zone, I, umm, masturbate here, this is my masturbation zone." "Eww," said Kelly, "T.M.I, Björn." "No, no, it needs to be said: I shall, ahh, install a curtain around here, have my laptop," he stretched himself out while holding his crotch. "This will be good, I like it, I like it alot" Regina smiled, Björn doing his thing directly across from her. She edged forward while seated on the chair, a small tray table next to her, her hands clasped, legs outstretched. "I'll make sure not to sit there," said Regina. "Hey, Daniel, Kelly, how about me and Tammie and you guys alternate who gets the bedroom?" she said while pointing to the small room at the far end of the RV. "Sure," replied Daniel. He turned his head towards her, and then looked back at the road, a sheepish smile on his face. "Hey, what?" said Regina. "Nothing, it's just...you're so different from when I first met you. You're, like, so much more confident." "Hey, thanks, Daniel," she said with a shrug. "Plus, umm, you have such a strong lesbian vibe," noted Björn. "The, umm, new short hair, the stance, even your voice. Guys, her, ahh, voice is kinda deeper, am I right?" Regina grinned and giggled. "You make some good points. Hey, you wanna guess how my voice got a little more volume?" "Ohhhh," Björn grew erect, "I can guess." "Believe it," she said with a devilish smile and a flicker of her lips. *** The group reached the school by ten o'clock. They stepped out of their auspicious RV and walked inside the two-story, red-bricked school. Inside they found a lobby, manned by a suit-clad, busty, red-haired woman. "Hello. Welcome to Rachel Steele High. Attending or visiting?" "I'm a student here," Kelly flashed her I.D. "These people are visitors from Kay Parker High School." "Oh, Kay Parker students!" She reached for her phone. "Yes? Busy? No, well, some 'converts' are here... yes, okay come right down." She put the phone down, and then addressed the group, "Someone will come to see you shortly." Daniel stepped forward, "But we're not --" Kelly stomped her boyfriend's toes. "Oww!" "Shh! They'll treat you better if they think you want to jump ship." "Ohhhh! Okay, but, come on, oww." The four milled around the waiting area. As they waited, Björn flipped through a nearby issue of Weekly Moaning. On the cover was a happy family, with the headline caption reading: "'We Let Them Watch.' Modern parents who are not just creaking open the bedroom door -- they're putting it all out in the open! Read why parental sex is becoming a trendy activity for the whole family." After a little wait, she arrived. "Regina? Is that you?" this woman spoke with a distinct upper-class English accent. Regina turned to see a very welcome sight. "Miss Banks!" This curly brown-haired, hourglass-figured, forty-year-old English woman was Vera Banks, principal of Rachel Steele High. "Oh Regina you look so wonderful!" she held Regina's shoulders as she gave her a kiss to each cheek -- and not a superficial air kiss, but two, wet, direct, lingering kisses to Regina's blushing cheeks. "Mmmwahha, mwaahha, you're gorgeous!" Regina grinned excitedly at Vera. "Can I have one here?" asked Regina while pointing to her lips. "Of course!" Vera puckered up and laid a kiss on Regina's lips. "Mwah! Ohhh you've become such a saucy little minx, haven't you!?" said Vera as she rubbed Regina's shoulders. "Stop, you're making me wet. Oh, oh, here are my friends: This is Daniel." "Hiya handsome," Vera leaned in and gave Daniel a tight boobs-to-chest hug. "Hey, hello," he said as he looked at his girlfriend, pleading his innocence. "This girl here is your student Kelly." "Ah Kelly, yes, I know your mother," Vera clutched Kelly's shoulders, turning her around with ease. "Let me look at that bum. Hmm, oh yes, nice and pert," Vera took a handful of Kelly's butt, the teen girl stunned into silence. After a good feel, Vera let go. "You've become a little heartbreaker, haven't you?" Vera leaned down and planted a soft kiss on Kelly's pearly-soft cheek. "Mwah! You're simply adorable!" "Thanks, Ma'am," Kelly couldn't stay mad at a woman who complimented her, those kind words allowing Kelly to look past the mild sexual assault. "Finally, Björn." "Hello," he said with his legs crossed. Vera went right for Björn's blonde hair, rubbing her fingers through it with both hands, her boobs bouncing against his face as she explored. "Hmm, you're such a lovely-looking lad. Am I right in assuming you're Swedish?" He nodded while in a jiggly daze. "Hmm, I'm sure my son Evan has his linage from there. Not that his biological mother would know, that stupid twit. Oh, yes, that's right, you're here to visit. Daniel, Björn, thinking of coming to the 'A-Team'?" "Yes!" Björn shouted excitedly, overcome with lust and desire for this loving, caring, sexy woman's maternal charms. "Well," Regina said with an innocent twirl of her feet, "Actually, we're all going on our journey to New Babylon University tomorrow. Daniel, Kelly, and Björn, and me are here to just take a look around your school." "Ohhh! You naughty little girl!" Vera scrunched her face up as she went over to Regina. "You're such a bad girl!" "Me? Bad?" she said with a little girl voice and pout. Vera grabbed Regina by the cheeks and gave her another lip-to-lip kiss. "Oh so good," Regina pulled Vera back in for another taste of those full lips. "Hmm!" Vera put her arms around Regina, opened her mouth, and gave Regina a full open-mouth 'soul' kiss. Soon after, the principal and student went slamming into the wall, ignoring any teacher-student boundaries as their lips smacked together. "What the fuck!?" Kelly screeched. "Whoa, wow," said Daniel. Björn pulled his pants down. "Regina two-point-oh! Ohhh I love the new Regina!" Vera and Regina couldn't hear the running commentary; they were too busy rubbing their hands over each other's bodies. Regina ripped open Vera's buttoned shirt, her hands on the classy English lady's brassier. "I'd give you such a hard fucking!" Regina said with gritted teeth, reaching her hand over to slap Vera's full English rump. "Hmm, hmmm, don' t think I don't know a few tricks, young lady," Vera unzipped Regina's jeans, wiggled her middle finger, and rubbed it up-and-down Regina's thong-clad vagina. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuuuckkk!!!" The two kept the passionate-filled dalliance rolling, Vera working over Regina's neck, leaving a dripping trail of chilly saliva. "Hmmm, fuck!" shouted Regina. "Oh, fuck, go on, get down, lick me, lick me." Vera moved her tongue downward, down Regina's chest, getting to her knees, pulling down the horny teen's jeans and underwear. "Hmmm make me cum, make me cum, make me cum!" Regina shoved Vera's head towards the shaven centre of bliss. "Hmmm, here's something I learned in primary school," Vera rolled her tongue into a circle, and spun it around Regina's open, dripping vaginal lips. "Fuuuuuckkkk!" screamed Regina. Vera's tongue moved from position-to-position, in, out, outward, inward, giving the teen a quick-snap-bang of different, equally salacious, wild sensations. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah....yeah, yeahhhhh! Ohhhhh yeah," Regina moaned. Vera put her teeth into it, taking tasty little nibbles of the teen's pink flesh. "Oh fuck me bad, fuck me bad," Regina groaned, the experienced delights of Vera driving this teen's mind and body wild with galloping joy. "Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhh," Regina rubbed her hands over her breasts, tweaking her nipples as she felt her release. "It's coming, ohh... ohhhhh!"" With a mouthful of Regina Juice in her mouth, Vera stepped back, Regina outstretching her left leg, letting it shake all about, her squirt dripping to the ground. "Ohhhhhhh yeah! Yeahhhhhhhhh! Yes!" Vera licked her lips. "Hmmm, nice start to the morning." "Yes, thanks," Regina had quickly regained her composure. She grabbed her jeans and thong and pulled them back up. "Soyo was right: you do give good head." "Wait, what!?" said Kelly. "Oh you didn't know? Vera is Soyo's mom." Vera went into her pocket, grabbed a pocket mirror, and reapplied her lipstick. "Uh-huh, that's my girl. Regina and my daughter are so similar: they can both squirt for days!" *** After that rendezvous, the foursome walked through the hallways of Rachel Steele High, Vera leading them. Observant Daniel spotted a pattern when he saw yet another girl in a sailor suit. "Miss Banks, are these girls wearing the Japanese school girl uniform?" Vera nodded. "You're right on the mark: the sexiest school girl uniform is worn by our students at Rachel Steele High." A light bulb went on in Daniel's head. He turned to Kelly and said, "Ohh! So that's why you have that outfit in your closet. I just thought you were a major Sailor Moon fan." "You think I look cute in it?" she asked with a twinkle in her eyes. "Fuck yeah! It's just like fucking Sailor Mars when you wear that -- oww!" "Daniel!" she punched her boyfriend's arm with playful, but painful, blow. Vera smiled. "I think the school uniform adds a little flare to our girls' sex appeal, am I right?" Björn agreed. "Umm, yes, it, umm, ahh, such a worldwide fantasy, the, umm, uniform just makes it so much, umm, more valid." "Indeed it does," said Vera. "Indeed it does...Here comes a good example." Out of a nearby classroom came a short, supple bodied, tanned brunette girl, her cupcake breasts snugly fitted into her tight white dress shirt, her black skirt small enough to give tantalising glimpses of her white cotton panties. "Hi Ma'am," she spoke with a Brazilian accent, her tube socks at knee-high levels, this adorable ensemble topped off with a cute red bow around her neck. "Hello Miriam," Vera leaned down to lip-kiss her student. "That skirt small enough? Good. Say hello to our visitors, dear." "Hi," she said with a seductive wave and a sexy smile. Daniel and Björn muttered hello, Kelly nodded her head, but Regina... "Hey babe," Regina walked right up to the girl, looked her right in the eyes, leaned in close, and gave her a soft, wet kiss. Miriam responded, the two hot school girls disappearing into a steamy, sexy clinch. "Oh my goodness!" shouted Björn. "Regina, hmmm...yeah, go for it!" "Ahem," interrupted Vera. "Miriam, you got a class to get to?" "Oh, sorry," said Miriam. She leaned out of the kiss, and walked away, her eyes staying locked on the animalistic Regina Cestin. "So sorry, Regina," said Vera, "This is still a school: we aim to teach. We aim for a good blend of both serious school work and rompy-fun; we're not the shambolic mess that you kids at Kay Parker are used to. Get A's, B's, and C's to get Asses, Boobs, and Cunts, that's our motto." Regina shrugged. "That's cool, Miss Banks." Feeling like he had a valid question, Daniel stepped forward: "Umm, Miss Banks, do you do punishment spanking at this school?" "Heavens no! We don't smack our kids. Okay, for our porno movies we do like to go a tad rough, but no, never as macabre punishment...Though, if you're talking about whacks on the bum for the sake of a goodtime? Oh we'll do that for free!" Vera reached over and patted Kelly on the bum. "Eek!" she stepped back. Vera patted Kelly's head. "Hmm soft hair...Okay, right-o, let's move on." As the group continued to walk the halls, Björn paused and peered inside a classroom. "Hey, umm, hey!" he said to his friends, "Check this, ahh, teacher out: she's hot!" The teacher of this class was a sensual, smooth-skinned, busty Chinese woman, clad in a grey nipple-showing tank top and a long black skirt. She sat on her desk as she lectured the class: "One-hundred years is simply incorrect, not factual: this nation has been around for much, much longer. It, like many, of the so-called-facts of Tabootopia are false, spread easily due to the lack of any comprehensive fact-checking. For instance: Tabootopia is not a man-made island: Our Haven is a man-made section of Tabootopia; the rest of this land is all natural ground." "What she talking about?" Kelly whispered to Daniel. "She's talking about the history of Tabootopia," he replied. Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 07 The woman carried on: "Recently-renamed South Gaudium, and connected North Gaudium, are much, much older. They're the building blocks of Tabootopia -- we think, we're not certain because no one has kept solid records. I assume everyone was too busy having sex. What's interesting is Sector Three, the place New Babylon University students are required to go through. What is in that area is not fully known, rumours are rife, but, as you know, we don't deal with rumours in this classroom. Now some of you have to go through Sector Three and to you all that do, I wish you good luck. No maps or navigation will make this a quite difficult journey." A male student, clad only in his white boxers, raised his hand, then spoke: "Miss Han...will you be my mom?" The class didn't laugh; they stayed silent, as if a very relevant question had been asked. Miss Han picked up her report book. "Choi, Choi, hmm, B-plus for your term paper, hmm, okay, I'll pleasure you. Please make the preparations right now." "Yes!" Choi ran to the front of the class, grabbed a roll of tissues, very carefully placed them on the floor, took two steps back, and pulled his shorts down, awaiting further instructions. "Okay, class," Miss Han reached around from her seated position and tugged the winching teen boy while continuing to address the class. "Now, can anyone tell me the name of the founder of Tabootopia? No?" "Sorry, kids, no peeking allowed," whispered Vera. "We can't be interrupting class time. Come on, come with me: I'll show you our gymnasium." *** The gang was led into the empty concrete-floor locker room. The teens looked around, Björn's eager eye the first to notice that both boy and girl clothing was discarded around the room. "Okay, umm, Miss Banks, please, umm, why is there panties and boxers around the, umm, room? Also," he swept his hand over a nearby bench, "This has both cum and lady juices on it." "Smart lad," said Vera. "This is a, umm, oh what do you call it? Umm, oh, that's right: a co-ed locker room. Here at Rachel Steele High, we want all our students to dress and shower together, like I did back home, so they could, you know, feel connected, like brothers and sisters." The highly intrigued Björn wanted to know more. "Please, ahh, Ma'am, explain more of your, umm, views and, ahh, reasoning behind the one locker and shower room, please, please." "All right -- hmm...well, picture yourself as a school student, and think back, and just think of the warmth, the excitement you got when you saw those pretty girls in class. That age of remarkable curiosity, to be around females that exhibit such, such... raw beauty. Now think of P.E class, and the knowledge that you know, you know, that just across a stone wall those same pretty girls are getting naked and showering with each other. A lad like you, you'd have given a lot to be in that room with them girls, wouldn't ya? All nude, you and them....hmmm, now, you know it's not just about being naked, it's -- hmm, how do it put it? Err...it's...it's about being together, with no restrictions, with no limits...And this nude co-ed room only works because of our students, they're the proper little stars, all of them, we really are proud of every single one of them. None of them are picky or mean, they all just get together, get their kits off, they all appreciate their diversity, you know, boys here like girls with big bums, and girls here like small boys like you Björn, everyone is their own person, and in here they all just wanna touch and kiss each other, just having a fun good ol' rub and tickle ...Though, saying all that, they do make a right old mess, don't they?" she finished with a chuckle. Björn looked at Vera with wide-eyed little boy amazement: "Ohhh that was my dream when I was in school, umm, ahh, knocking down the walls of the, ahh, changing rooms, having showers...with the girls! So warm, umm, so warm...But the, umm, fantasy only works here in Tabootopia, because, ahh, everyone is a good person here, ahh, hmm... ohh yes, yes." "Hey I remember reading that story," said Daniel, referring to the pre-Tabootopia time when he and Björn were both members of the same incest internet forum. "Very good stuff...even if it was illegal to possess a copy of it on your computer." Daniel then spotted a pile of stained blue mats. "What's these, Ma'am?" "Those?" replied Vera. "We do sometimes let the students have proper sex inside the gym. That we do film: we call it Gym Sex; it's one of the prime pieces on our TV show." "My dad loves that show," noted Regina. "For him, it's second to watching my porno movies." "Oh you're a little thespian now?" asked Vera. Regina shrugged. "Yeah, me and Tammie did some stuff for our school. It's called 'Bye Bye Biracial Lesbians'. We did about, uhhh...how many did we do, Daniel?" "Eight," he said. "You girls did eight movies." Kelly nudged closer to her boyfriend. "My Daniel directs movies." "I-I was only the assistant, just helped with the scenarios and -- whoa...hey, guys, can you hear that?" The teens got silent, listening in carefully, able to hear distant, light female groans and moans. Muffled at first, but as the teens got closer to the door, these individual sounds began to collide, turning into an symphonic collection of echoed huffs and puffs, this sensual tune growing louder and louder the closer they got to the source. Eventually, they got to the end of the locker room. Vera turned, grinned, and pushed open the iron door. "Here is where the action is." The teens walked into the gym, bearing witness to one of the most taboo, borderline outlawed, yet undeniable, universally-delicious sights that a human being could ever witness: fit teen girls playing sports. So amazing were these girls' bodies, so masterfully crafted, they able to bend their gorgeous vistas to whatever position they desired, these glowing beauties shining brighter than the red-hot sun itself. A blessed vision it was, a vision that was a mere step away from heaven, these females so angelic with their graceful pirouettes and spins. Yet, this was also the most sinful of sights, as an admirer's objective was rarely just to look: they wanted to defile these divine creatures in the most lurid and depraved ways possible. This was no longer a gym: it had become a place of worship, where Saints and Sinners put aside differences, put aside any moral ambiguity, instead they worshiped, worshiped these youthful darlings, blessed they were to see them mould their smouldering sweaty bodies into tantric works of the holiest degree. Forgive me Father...but that girl's butt is just too tight to ignore. While viewing the action, Regina felt herself get instantly wet. "Hmmm, yummy." In this wide open hardwood room, various teen girls were playing a variety of limber-bodied sports: lacrosse at the far end, netball on the left, volleyball in the middle, all wearing outfits that complimented their freshly-developed supple frames: lacrosse girls in sexy frilly skirts and tight t-shirts; the netball girls stripping down to their bra and panties; and the volleyball girls in tank tops and the shortest of camel-toe-exposing lycra shorts. "This is our gym," Vera said proudly. "You girls are lucky: today we have our girls practicing. I'll be off now, bye kids, mwah-mwah, safe journey, bye!" The gang waved and said bye to Vera, all while keeping their eyes locked on the spectacle. The entranced Björn nodded. "Bye, bye, yes, yes, hmm, ahh, ohh, look at the girls, yes girls need to be active, yes, get your girls in sports, yes, yes, umm, yes." "Oh! Some of my friends are there playing netball!" said Kelly. "Daniel, I'm going to go say hi to them." "Yeah, yeah, you do that." As soon as his girlfriend had dashed over to her friends, Daniel joined Björn in some expert perving. "Björn, Björn! Look! Over there, that girl playing lacrosse, the one with the purple streaks and ponytail: damn! Look at those legs! Wow! Can you see those? Look how long they are!" "Hmm, ahh, the things she could, umm, do with those legs! It hurts to think about it, umm!" Regina leaned in and joined her friends. "I want those around my head, tight, I'm sure her pussy is just soaked in hot, hot sweat!" "Oh Jesus yes!" said Daniel. "Oh my God, look! Kelly's friends are so hot!" "And, umm, look at those volleyball girls, ahh, jiggling their butts and boobs!" shouted Björn. "Shall we?" said Regina. The boys nodded; the group spilt and went to their points of interest: Regina to the lacrosse girls, Björn to the volleyball court, and whipped Daniel to the netball area. Regina went right for the girl with the long legs. "Hey," Regina held the girl's shoulder, "You look nice, you busy? I wanna give you a little licking." The fair-skinned girl had her cheeks blushing, her face covered in a wet glossy shine. "All right, sure." she said with a smile. "Oh Australian," Regina had her hand on the girl's back, leading her to the benches. "Yes. I'm Nina, what's your name?" "Enough talking," Regina got Nina seated, pushed her down, getting her on her back. Regina then straddled the bench, got Nina's legs apart, skirt up, and lace panties off. Regina held the frilly undergarment in her hand, rolled into a ball, and took a sharp inhale. "Hmmm! that's so...tasty." The Australian hottie was biting down hard on her lower lip. "Come on, please, you got me dripping." Regina gave a devilish smile, leaned her head down, pulled Nina's legs wide apart, and got her head enclosed inside Nina's skirt. The excited scent went directly into Regina's airways, her mouth watering from the intoxicating jasmine perfume of Nina's creation. "Are you going to, hmm, please --?" "You ain't gotta tell me when it's feeding time," Regina interrupted. She opened her mouth, got her tongue in position, and, like a viper, Regina dove at her target, latching her mouth around the vagina, letting loose her tongue. Nina arched her head back and moaned, "Ohhhhh fuck me by the breadbasket, oh fuck that's good!" At the volleyball court, Björn admired the mouth-watering fine forms on show. In particular he was enamoured by a hot-bodied, caramel-skinned, frizzy-haired teenage girl. "Ohhh I love it when you wiggle your butt," he said as he rubbed himself. He was loud enough to catch her attention: "Hey thanks!" said the frizzy-haired girl. "I'm Miranda." "Uh, uh, uh....hello!" Miranda, intrigued by the odd boy, stopped playing so she could speak to him. "Yeah! You got the right idea! I mean, this sport was made for jerking off, am I right?" "Right!" he replied. He took his hand out of his pants and stood with his arms to his sides. "Umm, ahh, yeah --" his train of thought was derailed when he took a closer look at this girl's heaving breasts and exposed midriff. "...Ha-ha, umm, yes." "I mean, just to play, you gotta have a hot, fit body, am I right?" "Yes, yep, yep." "And the girls all wear tight clothes, and they make signals with their butts, and they slap each other on the butt, like, all the time! It's a hot sport! It was easy to figure out why all my brothers and dad never missed a game! Haha! Hey, you're kinda cute, but in an 'I'd take him to my room and touch him' kinda way. What's your name?" With his senses overloaded by the sporty hotness, he snapped and started stating his information in a way he was familiar with: "Umm! Björn Jakobsson! I'm nineteen, male, originally from Sweden, now living in Kay Parker High's dormitory, going to start my journey to New Babylon tomorrow!" "Oh you're going too!? Nice! Me and my sister are gonna be playing for their volleyball team. Hey, we got a special move when we win, check it," she turned around, peeled down her shorts and exposed her thong-clad behind. "Go on, take a squeeze." Björn grabbed his left arm, moved it forward and took a clammy, stiff feel of Miranda's tight round cheek. "Very nice!" he said. "Hmm, you're kinda turning me on with your grip, ohh, Lawan cored!" Over on the court, a short sexy Thai girl with meaty thighs had scored a winning serve. Miranda smiled. "Here's how we celebrate," she pulled her shorts up, went to her teammate, hugged her and slapped her on the ass. That's what actual volleyball players do, but what came next is what we wish volleyball players would do: Miranda opened her mouth and gave her teammate a full-on kiss to the lips. "Ummmm, yes!" Miranda slapped her friend's butt with a hard victorious vigour as she kept their lips locked. At that moment Björn was happy as a boy who'd stumbled into a shower with Misty May and Kerri Walsh -- and been given the official role of Olympic Soap Dispenser. At the netball court, the girls were having a good-old-fashioned gossip. Daniel sat on the sidelines as he happily watched the disrobed girls banter back and forth. Daniel had even learned the girls' nationalities and names: Jamaican Rosy, English Maisy and Argentinean Monica. All the girls were in their underwear, having worked out quite a sweat -- even Kelly, she in her red-dotted bra and Disney panties, her cute little butt looking extra adorable with the Little Mermaid adored on it. "You will not believe who touched me in the shower yesterday," the chocolate-skinned, cotton bra and panties-wearing Rosy paused to add effect. "...My step-father." Kelly gasped. "No way! Like, with your mom right there, like, right next to you?" "Yes, because me and my mother, we have shower together every night and he on that night decided to join us. He was touching me and saying he wants to have me. I understand my sex appeal and I not mind sex with him -- but understand that this was mother-daughter time and we were just about ready to shave our vaginas. He interrupted our time together: that is just rude, very rude." "What a bastard of a man," said Monica. This leggy Latina was wearing a stylish turquoise sports-bra and figure-hugging boy-shorts. "If any man gets between me and my mother when we shave our vaginas, I'd kick them in the mouth." "So what you do, Rosy?" asked Kelly. "We let him know how rude he'd been: Me and my mother, we got him on the floor, we slapped his backside so hard. We then kicked him out of the shower, put him in the living room, and had him eating our trimmed vaginas as me and my mother watched 'Mom Wars Three'." "That's a proper wicked movie!" said Maisy, also known as Rachel Steele High's primo porn star Mighty Sexy Maisy. She was wearing a tight black bra and a matching thong, this hot, blonde, blue-eyed beauty drawing much attention with her ridiculously round butt cheeks. "I love those movies, love 'em. My dad just brought the Blu-Ray and said he'd only lend it to me if I gave him a blowjob. Ha, what a dickhead: for that movie I'd have given him a proper shag and then some. Granted, yeah, it's like a proper lads movie, but it's still so good, especially the bit where the mums trade sons and Fellora goes and does her rival's boy, yeah he was hot, it was all flipping hot, it left my bed soaked, proper puddles and everythin'." Monica grabbed the ball and tossed it towards Maisy. "Think fast, M.S.M." Maisy grabbed the ball and threw a shot, "Hey, girls, guess what else my dad has done? Right after watching the movie, right, I was walking to the bathroom, naked, soaked, filthy, yeah. So, yeah, he opens his bedroom door, looks at me, and says I should 'behave more'. I'm, like, what the fuck? Where the fuck did he get this notion that I should 'behave'? Hello? I make porno movies! I'm a porno star! You know? How the fuck am I supposed to 'behave'!? Did I not do a male-male-male-female gangbang last week? He should know: his dick was in my mouth the whole time! I mean, really, what the fuck?" "You're not giving him enough of that tiny bald pussy," replied Monica, "You're a sexy mami, your daddy wants that. Give him a full night of sex -- but no cuddling, he doesn't deserve cuddling time. Do that and he'll shut his stupid mouth...Hey, Kelly, how's your mother doing?" "Urgh, she still makes me and Daniel," she pointed him out, he waved, "give her orgasms, like, every night and I'm like 'Mom~ I have a boyfriend now, I want normal boyfriend-girlfriend sex with him', but she's, like, 'First, provide me with adequate oral pleasure', and of course I get Daniel to do it, but then we can't kiss for a while because he's got my mom all over him! My mom!" "Aww come on," said Daniel, "It's only, like, once every two weeks, she's not that bad of a woman, I mean, she lets me live with you." Kelly glared at him. "Daniel! This is Girl Time!" "Sorry." Kelly turned to her girls. "Yeah, he has a point, I guess." Cheeky Monica asked Daniel a question in Spanish: "¿Qué es más estrecha: su culo o la vagina?" Daniel smiled: "Ambos son grandes, los dos son fantásticos." Kelly stormed over to her boyfriend and threw her fists at his arm. "What was that? Were you flirting? Tell me what she said, tell me!" Back at the bench, Regina was midway through her vaginal tongue lashing, a large pool of colourful teen lust spreading all over the bench, the sweetness seeping into the hardwood floor. Nina, as Regina and Tammie liked to put it, was a 'natural dripper,' her orgasmic liquids like a burst faucet, she unable to stop herself pouring a steady mouthful of juice into Regina's mouth. "Oh my, ohh!" Nina moaned as the twirls of orgasmia went through her soul. "Hmmmm! You like?" asked Regina as she kissed Nina's electricity-fused inner-thigh, driving the teen even wilder. "Oh my fucking God -- yes! Oh, ohhh!" Nina was panting hard, her legs twitching as she felt it coming closer, closer towards her, rolling, rolling like a heavy tide, slamming into her, coming faster, faster than a greased locomotive. "Ohhhh, please, ohhhhhhhh... fuck me and my hamster!" The heat inside Nina's skirt got hotter, to scorching hot levels, the enclosed space clouding Regina's face with a steamy wet mist. Alas, fighting past the divine pressure, Regina kept her tongue wagging, aiming to finish, only looking to stop when she and Nina could both say...ah. "Ohh, ohh, ohhh! Ohhh! Oh -- ohhhhhh! Ohhh my God...fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me with a tire!" Nina's hips bucked as Regina hit her station with a chuga-chuga-chuga-boom-boom-pow, coming to a hot, steamy stop...but not before a huge wave of hot river tide came roaring against Regina's face. Nina lifted her legs up high and screamed into the heavens, "OHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHH! Oh, oh, oh, oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." Regina stood up and wiped the cream from her face, watching Nina's serene facial expressions. "Umm, umm," Nina was left utterly spent, all her lips twitching, letting the heavenly after-effects of the orgasm take her away. "Hmmm, oh wow, wow," Nina sat up, looking at Regina with a big smile. "That was --" before she could finish, Regina grabbed her by the back of head, kissed her on the lips, placing Nina's juices back into the source. After that hard forceful kiss, Regina let go, turned and walked away. "I'm out," Regina spoke loudly so her friends would hear. "You guys stay here and have fun." They all nodded and waved. "See ya tomorrow," said Björn. "Bye," said Daniel. "Later," said Kelly. "Now you're going to tell me what she said, Daniel. I mean it!" *** Regina walked out of the school, walked past the RV, only then suddenly realising the fallacy in her cool exit: she had an hour walk back to the diner. To get back to Soyo and Vivi, Regina had to take the uncool compromise of the bus. After a short walk, Regina found a bus stop. After a small wait, she entered inside the sparsely-packed motor vehicle. Now this bus wasn't like a typical bus, because here everyone was calm and peaceful; the silver and black styling, along with the plush cushioned seating, made all the passengers feel right at home. In addition, this being Tabootopia, there were the typical acts of debauchery going on: A girl giving her boyfriend a tact blowjob, a man casually pleasuring himself to the latest issue of Weekly Moaning, and a suit-clad mother giving her teen son a calming handjob while she spoke on the phone. Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 07 Regina walked past this sea of sin, grabbed a handle, titled her head to the side, and found a medium-sized TV monitor installed on the railing. Suitably impressed by this high-tech innovation, she watched this extended commercial as she waited to get to her stop... "From Tabootopia and beyond, this is OTF: Obscure Taboo Fetishes -- entertainment just for YOU! And now, we proudly present to you a sneak peek of our fall primetime programming: First up: 'Talking About Your Mom,' our new show where guys talk dirty about each other's moms -- to their faces! These clips are all provided by real sons who enjoy having guys talk dirty about their hot sexy moms! Watch!" A slew of hidden camera clips from all over the world was shown on screen. All of them were subtitled: A field in Chile: "Javier, your mother has the best breasts in the whole entire world! I couldn't concentrate on the game: I just kept looking at her tightly-packed tetas! I just wanna suck them!" he paused to make a slurping sound. "I just wanna feed on your mother's breasts all day, every day! Ohhhhh! Oh Mami! Mami! I want your Mami!" A school in Thailand: "My friend, look: look what kind of underwear your mom wears!" the teen held up a black lace thong, showing it to his stunned friend. "She goes outside wearing stuff like this!? What does she do with this underneath her clothes? Think she 'entertains' men for a living! Damn, your mom is kinda slutty! No-no offence! Don't hit me, I'm your friend -- Ow!" In the Republic of Chad a friend was quizzing his pal on his home life: "Hey, how's that new dad of yours? I hear he drills your mom, like, all night long. Damn, that's so hot! No wonder her body is so tight: her workouts are sex! How many hours can she go? Don't tell me, I can tell by your face: Two hours? No? Four? Six? Eight? Ten? TEN! Your mom can have sex for ten hours straight! Your mom is like a sex machine!" Finally, an American coach spoke to one of his players: "You can play tonight because your mother, well, let's just say she convinced me of your talents...meaning she walked into the locker room, stripped naked, and gave me a good, hard fucking. That's a great mother, never forget it!" "That's just one of our shows, we also have the much-anticipated fourth season of our breakout hit: 'Hot Moms with Sons: Global Edition'." In this program, an on-the-scene reporter gave his running commentary on his subjects. These were the clips shown: A hot Brazilian mother with a thick juicy ass, wearing a thong and skimpy bikini top, was shown walking on the beach with her son: "Look, look, we can confirm that is Maria Lucia and her son Marco! And look, look at what she's wearing in front of her own son: a string thong! Look at her butt, wow, how is it possible for her butt cheeks to be so large, so round, and so juicy! Wow! Her butt defies gravity: her cheeks look like two perfectly round bowling balls! Wow! Watch, watch her sexy butt swaying so close to her son's face! Wow! See? Can you see the expression on his face!? Zoom in. Wow! The kid is drooling! He looks like he wants to bite his mother's butt! Wow! WOW!" An unidentified Icelandic actress with her son at a movie event: "Wow! She brought her son to the premiere and decided to wear that!? Wear THAT dress in front of him!? Look at it: she's exposing so much of her boobs! The neckline is just plunging to the floor! Wow, look, look at the kid: his eyes are right on his mother's breasts, right on them! He can't stop looking! Wow! Watch how everyone else is ogling his mother, watch as -- oh! Look! That kid is cradling his sexy mom's legs; I can see him grinding his pecker on her! Wow! Yeah, yeah photogs, keep snapping your pictures, this kid will need those shots when he's jerking off to the memories! Just wow!" A full-figured Cuban mother held her son's hand as she walked to a large stately manor: "Oh wow, I'm so excited about this one! See that woman there with her son, in the flowery dress, the one with the great set of tits? Yes, well, I can confirm that she is on her way to meet her rich boyfriend. And her son? Well, he knows full well what his momma and her new man are going to get up to! Oh yes! Because you see that bag she's holding? Well, earlier in the day, she and her son went to the pharmacy...and guess who has the receipt? Ahem, right now I can confirm what she has brought. Are you ready? Oh wow, here we go: Three large packs of XL condoms, two bottles of lube, vaginal wax strips, and, a box full of oils! Oh my God, this woman will be fucking all night long -- and her son knows it! And he's happy about it! Look at the huge grin on his face -- damn: I'm sure he's planning on watching! Wow, wow, just wow!" "And finally: Coming this fall to OTF, the sixteenth season of long-time favourite 'I Watched', first-hand accounts from teens who have seen their own parents having sex!" A Mexican-American teen boy was the first interview subject: "My mom is, as my uncle described, 'a wonderfully curvaceous Latina woman'...She looks like a Mexican Julia Roberts, no, really, she does. Ah you got the pictures; you'll see what I'm talking about. Yeah, her body is amazing: great tits, great butt, and this is my mom I'm talking about, yeah? I'm not being one-sided: her hotness is legit! Well, so anyway, it was night, I was in the other room and the door was, like, just a little open, so I peeked and saw my mom: she was in a robe, a frilly white robe, flirting, kissing with my dad, like, full-on macking out, smacking lips...for a guy to see his mom and dad doing that, pretty big shock, yeah? Well, I was into because my mom is hot, oh yeah...Okay, so I'm by the door, she whispers something to my dad, walks to the bed, I see her back, remember that, okay? I'm looking at her back...Okay, so she unties the robe and, wow, I'm getting hard remembering, okay, she takes the robe off and she's in her bra and panties! Since I was looking at her back, I saw her ass in those sexy red panties, and fuck, her ass was amazing! It's like an onion: it's so good it makes you want to cry! Oh yes, then, yeah, okay, she turned around and showed off her front, so sexy in her bra and panties, yeah, and then, then, she waved Dad over to the bed! Yeah, yeah, hmm, okay, yeah, then, she pulled his shorts down and sucked his -- hey! What do you mean we ran out of tape?" A hunched-over Canadian boy spoke next: "It was early Sunday morning. I got up earlier than usual, on my way to the kitchen, when all of a sudden I hear this smacking sound from my parents' bedroom -- the exact same sound that a butcher makes when tenderising steaks. So, I'm really curious, I go over to their bedroom, look through the keyhole, and, what I saw changed how I look at my parents: My dad was spanking my mom! Not sexy spanking either! Proper hardcore stuff: she was over his knees, they both naked, her butt red raw -- so red. And the slapping, it was loud, whack, whack, whack, so full-on! And Dad looked so serious! So mean when doing it, muttering, 'take it bitch, take it,' and she, fuck, I was so worried for her -- but then, man, I saw her dripping onto the floor! She was so fucking turned on by it! It was crazy to see my own mom cumming. It was all too much, so I left. Then, during breakfast, they were back to being normal and happy! Kissing, cuddling, and, yeah, I noticed that my mom couldn't sit down at all that day!" "And a rarity for 'I Watched'...We found a girl!" A blonde American girl gave her story: "This happened during my family vacation. So I'm in my bikini, walking down the beach, getting hit on by these older men, mostly creeps. Well, anyway, I get back to the hotel, open the door, and see my mom, naked, on her knees, sucking my dad's dick! Like, how dare they?! So fucking gross! Of course, I was so freaked out, I mean, I screamed, ran right out. Ugh, do they know the damage they've done to me? I now know that my dad has a donkey dick! I'll never not know that! And Mom, God, she can't suck a dick at all! I had to show her how it's done...How? How do you think? I had to suck my dad off, I mean, duh? Obviously I had to help! The only reason he had Mom sucking him off was because he got so horny after seeing my boobies on the beach!" "All this and so much, including the live televised mega event "My Hot Sister's Panties." All this entertainment, all for you, on the network made just for you! OTF: Obscure Taboo Fetishes, we do it all for YOU!" After watching this long preview, Regina found her thong to be utterly soaked. Her dampness didn't go unnoticed by her fellow patrons. "Hold on," the jerking mother put her phone on her shoulder, went into her handbag, grabbed a tissue, and handed it to Regina. Regina smiled as she dried her vaginal region. "Thanks." The woman smiled and nodded, all while keeping her phone conversation going and her hand jerking on her boy's penis. "So yes, my father came for dinner, and spent the whole time kissing my daughter --oh! Oops, sorry, my son just cummed. Amount? Wow, he's a real big boy!" *** The bus dropped Regina off at the diner, she finding her friends seated outside the establishment. "Had fun?" asked Regina. "Yup!" replied a clapping Vivi. "First, we had some man-fun, then we had some boy-fun, oh and then, then we had ice cream. Eee! Fun!" An exhausted Soyo rubbed her hand over her lips, "Bitch, I went so deep, I had so much cock. This is what I'm like after a sex ban: starving. Oh fuck I'm a dirty bitch, I got cum, juices, sweat all over me! I don't think I can move. How are you holding up, Vivi?" "I feel like a kitty!" said a fresh Vivi. "Damn bitch, how are you still so full of energy?" asked Soyo. "My daddy's given me good stamina. So, Genie-Baby, what do you want to do?" Regina shrugged. "I've had my fill for today, so... just wanna go to my place?" "Yay!" Vivi leapt from her bench, grabbing a tired Soyo by the arm. "Come on, Soyo!" Soyo got on her wobbly legs. "Aight, to Regina's house." *** The original trio walked through the Our Haven streets, reminiscing about their past adventures, Regina recalling a particularly busty character. "Hey, remember the time we got naked in Paula's hot tub?" "Oh," Vivi shivered, "I get sore just thinking about it! Paula's daddy was really rough-rough with me!" "And Paula's little bro is a tiny beast!" said Soyo. "Little fucker had his wood and berries in my mouth! Damn lil' boy had some serious energy! And Regina, Paula, why didn't you tap the bitch?" "I don't know," Regina shrugged. "She's hot, sure, but her personality is a total turn off...though, not sure I can deny those giant boobs for a second time, hmm, would be like biting into a melon." After a little more talk about past and unconquered sexual conquests, the group got to Regina's house, she opening the door to be greeted by a -- "Surprise!" Regina gasped when she saw a group of blue bathrobe-clad people in her hallway. Quickly scanning the room, she saw her parents, along with Tammie's parents, which could only mean... "There's my best bitch," Tammie stepped out of the crowd, grabbed her girl by the back of her head, and gave her a hard, deep kiss. "Oh Tammie," Regina responded by grabbing hold of Tammie's hips, locking their lips together in front of their assorted friends and family. "Hmmm," Tammie leaned back, stroking her girlfriend's hair, "What's this taste? You been having other girls today? Hmm, yummy, did one taste like cold cola?" "That's exactly what she was like! Hmm, you're such a good taster, hmm, go on, stick your tongue out, let me feel what you had...hmmmm, ummmmm, a Sprite-flavoured girl?" "A hot little Ukrainian, tasty, but you know what I missed? These!" Tammie put her hands on her girlfriend's breasts, Tammie's thumbs tweaking Regina's nipples. "These melons, these are so ripe, love them...oh Regina," Tammie dove her lips towards Regina's, the girls foreheads sliding against each other as they exchanged a deep, wet, loving kiss. Greg and Matthew bumped fists as they watched their daughters' passionate embrace. "God damn my girl is just going to town on yours," said tanned Korean-American Greg. "See, see how Tammie is flicking your girl's nipples with her thumbs? Beautiful technique, beautiful!" Slovenly, balding Matthew agreed. "You got that right, my friend. Oh I am such a proud papa right now, so proud. Hey, at the rate they're going, I think we'll be watching their sweet lesbian love all night long, heh-heh." "No way!" shouted Claire, mother of Regina. "Enough is enough! It's about time us parents got in on this fun! Time for us to 'get down', right? Is that what the kids say?" Mother of Tammie, Yukari (technically step-mom though referred to as just 'Mom' by Tammie) nodded while tugging on her robe. "I think we have lots of fun with our girls? Yes?" "Right Yuki-chan!" said Claire. "Girls? Girls? Girls!?" Vivi shook Regina's shoulders. "Genie-Baby~, Genie-Baby~, Mama-Genie is calling you!" "Oh?" Regina broke out of Tammie's strong lips. "What is it, Mom?" Claire gave her daughter a devilish smile. "Regina, you've avoided this long enough: finally, me and your dad are going to get you into that bedroom!" The old Regina ran away in terror at this prospect. That was then: Regina had evolved enough to give this response: "Eh," she shrugged, "Sure, whatever." "And Tammie's parents are joining us," added Claire. "Okay," said Regina. "Sounds fun, come on, let's do it." Matthew spotted Soyo and Vivi. "Oh, you girls wanna join us?" "No, no," said Soyo. "This is yo' time, enjoy it." "Yeah," agreed Vivi. "This is family love-love time." "Aw you girls are sweet," said Matthew. "Hey, you girls can watch the action on the TV; I got state-of-the-art cameras installed in the master bedroom." "Oh you filthy motherfucker!" said Soyo as she and Vivi dashed into the adjunct living room. They sat on the couch, flipped around the channels, landing on the HD stream from Regina's room. "Whoa, wait, hold it!" said Regina. "Dad, you have been filming me in my bedroom!?" "Multiple, actually," he said matter-of-factly. "Girls, press the numbered buttons, you'll see that I got multiple angles." Vivi pushed the buttons, seeing that Matthew had installed various cameras in his daughter's bedroom. "Papa-Genie has one in the corner, one on the side, oh one high up too! Coolzees!" said Vivi. Regina had her arms crossed, her feet tapping the ground. "Dad!...I want my cut, whatever you make, I want half-- no, I want a sixty-forty spilt." "S-sure," replied Matthew. Greg nodded. "Absolutely. We're actually gonna start shipping out the first volume right after you leave, oh yeah, we got a ton of pre-orders, the demand we're getting is nuts." "Ohhh enough talk, please!" said Yukari. "I want sex -- now." Matthew agreed, "Okay, you got it: Let's commit incest!" *** The six entered into the master bedroom, a room that was clearly decorated with dirty deeds in mind: with valentine red wallpaper, a matching shag carpet, and a large, springy pink bed, one was taken instantly to the most sinful corner of their mind. In fact, in Tabootopia, rooms like these were not called 'master bedrooms', they were called by a much more fitting name: the master sexroom. Upon entry, Tammie threw her shirt off, unzipped her jeans, going right to the floor, limbering up her taut teen frame, everyone in the room turned on by her long limber legs, glazed honey skin, and form-fitting leopard-print underwear. Regina, on the other hand, didn't bother warming her body up: she stepped into the room, tossed aside her tank top, pulled both her jeans and underwear down at once, then unstrapped her bra, comfortable as one could be when naked in front of their own parents. Matthew's jaw hit the floor when he, for the first time, had a close-up view of his daughter's full-bloom natural breasts. "Dear Lord...oh, oh my," he wiped the sweat from his brow. "Oh my, Regina, those breasts of yours are gorgeous!" Regina shrugged. "Thanks, I guess." She sighed as she put her hands on top of her head, "Guess you want a feel...go on, Dad, just this once." Mathew shook his sweaty head. "Oh, these grubby hands on those beautiful jewels? No, no, my role is to sit back and admire, never to be so directly involved: it's not about me, it's about you." "Huh, I always thought you wanted to fuck me, Dad?" a line which she didn't feel was wrong at all. "Oh no, that'd be disgusting! I don't want my big hairy body defiling your gorgeous lesbian temple! Oh no, that's just wrong. Of course, I do think you're gorgeous, dear. I, umm, I do want to make love to you, but with my hand, if you understand." "I get it...kinda," this shrug got her boobies to bounce. Mathew carried on: "Actually, the one who wants you in that way is your moth --" "Enough talking!" Claire pushed aside her husband. "Time for Mama to have a feel!" Claire got her hands up, got them clawed, stepped forward, and got both her hands on her daughter's breasts, giving her girl's boobies a good, hard grope. "So soft!" said Claire as she massaged her daughter's breasts. "These breasts are just like my sister's!" "Aunt Megan?" "Oh you remember her? Boobs like melons that one, same with my mom too, you take after them all right," Claire rubbed her thumbs over her daughter's antenna-like nipples. "God, I'm so glad your Uncle Craig moved to Florida after you hit puberty; he'd had you in his shed within minutes of seeing these!" "Really? So, you're from an incest family, Mom?" "Uhh," Claire pondered her response as she held her daughter's boobs in her hands. "Mild, very mild, you know, normal stuff: me and my sisters got peeked on in the shower by our brothers, but that's to be expected, because, you know, we were 'cute honeys' hee-hee. That's what the kids say, right? 'Honeys'." "Yeah, Mom." "What? You don't believe me? You think I had sex with members of my own family?" Regina smirked, "Mom, you have my boobs in your hands." "Because they're so soft! God, It's not like I'm getting turned on by your lush pink nipples...Okay, maybe a little...Oh allright, allright, I did date a few of my cousins...And had a three-way with my aunt...And gave my dad a blowjob so I could go to the Def Leppard concert, happy now? Hey! Stop giving me that look...Okay, okay, okay! You win: I also let my dad eat me out every Christmas." Regina smiled, clasped her hands on her mother's cheeks, lowered down, and gave her a light peck on the lips. "You've always been a good mom to me...despite your weird sexual side." Claire blushed. "Oh thanks sweetie...oh, I'm hogging you. Yukari, come have a feel." "Yes, yes!" Yukari skipped over and put a hand on Regina's breast. "Hmmm, you got warm hands," Regina reached over and felt up her girlfriend's mother, her hands rubbing through the bath robe. "Nice boobs." "Thank you," Yukari said with a smile. "Whoa!" said Greg. "It's getting intense in here, I feel myself burning up; I think it's about time we got these robes off, what do you say?" The mothers nodded in agreement. "All right," said Greg. "Take 'em off!" The dads took their robes off, thankfully wearing shorts underneath. The mothers on the other hand... "Tammie~," Claire purred, "Come, come to the bed." Claire let go of her daughter's breasts, sauntered to the bedside, and untied her robe, letting it fall to the ground, revealing her slim, sexy figure, her perky 32B-cup breasts, and her round fine buttocks. Tammie leapt to her feet, "Let's do this." She walked with long, purposeful steps, her eyes locked on her target: Tammie grabbed Claire by the arm, leaned in, and gave her a kiss with bite. "Hmmmm," Tammie hummed. Then she raised her arm and hit Claire with a loud, powerful whack to the butt. Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 07 "Miss Cestin, I respect you, you're my gal's mom, and a real nice lady, too. But, in this bedroom, you're none of those things; you're just my...bitch!" Tammie shoved a grinning Claire onto the bed. "Oh give it to me, give it to me, give it to me!" she said while all her lips dripped. Tammie smirked, then, placed her right index and middle finger together, lowered them down and placed them inside her thong. With Tammie fingers upright, Claire knew their destination point. "Oh inside me, inside me!" Claire was positively giddy as she opened her legs. Tammie lowered herself down, her fingers going deep inside Claire's vagina. "Ohhhhhhh lord!" she groaned as Tammie pumped herself in and out. Tammie's dad Greg was impressed. "Holy fuck! My girl just used her fingers to simulate a penis, penetrating Claire Cestin with some beautiful technique! Wow!" Meanwhile, watching on was Yukari and Regina, their arms around each other. "May I?" Yukari asked as she rubbed her fingers over Regina's shaven, moist vagina. Regina giggled, "Ohhh that tickles...Okay, but only if I get to see what you got underneath that robe." "Yes, okay," Yukari replied with a smile. Regina grabbed Yukari's robe, untied it, and let it drape down her shoulders. "Hmm, yummy," Regina stepped back to admire Yukari's curvaceous body, bountiful breasts, and all-natural, unshaven bush. "Come, come," Yukari held Regina's shoulders, turned her and got her down onto the bed. Yukari opened Regina's legs, going in for her specialty: female oral pleasure. "Ohhhh fuck!" Regina held the sheets as she felt a heart-rushing amount of pleasure. "Oh fuck me that's good," she said as she took it all in. As Regina got her second daily dose of oral sex, she looked up and saw her mom. Claire turned to her daughter. "Oh hey! Fancy meeting you here?" "Hey, Mom." Matthew had just gotten a devilishly delicious idea: "Let's get them side by side! Regina and Claire!" "Do it, do it," replied Greg. Tammie spun Claire by her legs and got her side by side, right next to her daughter. Tammie then jumped off the bed, got on her knees, following her mother's lead as they both gave simultaneous oral experiences. "Ohhh, ohhh," the Cestin woman groaned in stereo. "Ohhh fuck," Claire reached over and held her daughter's breast. "Fuck that's good," said Regina, she caught up in the cyclone of desire, her hand sliding over to her mother's slim stomach. "Ohhhh, ohhhh, Mom...you been working out?" "Hmmm, ahhh, Pilates." "Ohh, ohh, it's working, you're in great shape, Mom, got such a, ahhhh, flat tummy, ohh!" "Hmm, ahhh, thanks, dear! Ohhhh!" Matthew was a proud papa and husband as he watched his nude groaning gals: "My two girls: ain't they just the best! Hahaha! Great!" Greg tagged hands with his buddy: "Matt, right now we're seeing some excellent technique from my wife and daughter. See, look, tilt your head, watch as Yukari uses the lobe of her tongue, see it slide against that flap? Beautiful technique! Oh, and watch how Tammie does it, a little more bite, just like that baby -- ohh yes, licking the edges, oh yes, that right there is top-of-the-food-chain oral sex. Good job, Tammie." "Thanks, Dad," she said with a mouthful of Claire's Cosmo. Tammie took a few more licks from Claire's vagina before saying, "Okay, let's switch!" she stood up and traded places with Claire. Now on the bed, Tammie gave a quick peck to her lover. "Hi babe." Regina quickly realised the repercussions of that kiss, "Fuck! You just put my mom's juices in my mouth!" "Like strawberry milkshake, right?" Regina wiped her lips. "Hmm, yeah, I taste that." While admiring this four-way feminine exchange of salvia and juice, Greg got a great idea: "Let's get their asses on camera! Girls, turnover, turnover, come on, come on, please, please!" The girls complied with that request and switched to laying on their fronts, their perky butts on proud display. Tammie pointed at her backside. "Toned, hot like steel, thanks to my daddy." "Atta' girl!" replied Greg. "Crunches, solid ass workouts to get that shape." Matthew nodded. "I, I see the results, oh I do. Oh just look at their bodies, oh my, oh my, I may just keel over, gosh, our girls, wow!" He then addressed the mothers. "And- and, let's get this the way it should be: mother on daughter. Please, can you two swap? Claire on Regina, Yukari on Tammie." "I'm 'down' with that!" said Claire. "Hmm, me too," said Yukari. The moms switched places, ready for some mother-daughter fun. Greg was pumped: "Massage your daughters' asses, go, go, go!" The mothers got in position, and then dug their hands into their daughters' pert backsides. "So gentle!" said Claire. "Regina, great ass!" "You too, Tammie," said Yukari. "Nice, nice firmness." Girls giggled as their moms slid their increasingly-slippery hands over their butts. "My mom has such soft hands," whispered Regina. "She's even getting me wet, my own mom! How's yours?" "She's a pro; she knows exactly what she needs to do to get me dripping. She goes in real deep, oh, I like it hard, hmm...Hey, I bet my squirt will last longer than yours!" "You're on!" Regina and Tammie whispered to each other while their mothers massaged their legs and buttocks areas. As the women continued, the dads, Greg and Matthew, hovered around the bed, getting a closer view, watching the beautiful fraction of soft palms on hot bun surfaces, salivating at the delicious menu, their mouths watering as they saw these prime pieces get well and truly seasoned. "God damn! Your daughter has an ass like Jell-O!" said Greg. "And your girl, her...I wanna just bite down, but softly," replied Matthew. Regina giggled at the drooling daddies. "Dad, Greg, if you want to take a feel, go ahead, I want mind, neither will Tammie." Tammie glared at the dads: "You can both feel this champion tightness...but I want thirty-five percent from the backend sales of any stuff that has me in it!" The dads were, for once, silenced, considering the offer. "Go on," Yukari said to Greg, "Take a feel." "Yeah, go on," said Claire to her husband Matthew. "You take a feel, too." The dads took a big gulp, and nodded. They went to opposite ends of the bed, hands hovering around each other's daughter's posteriors, like incoming alien battleships, primed and ready to make first contact with the soft, cushiony surface world, Greg on Regina, Matthew on Tammie. "Here goes!" down went Matthew's hands, bouncing against Tammie Kwon's muscular, toned buttocks region, taking short, tentative feels of her backside, revelling in the taboo delight. "Very nice, firm, oh teenage youth at its best," said Matthew. Meanwhile, Greg was well into his groping session, his fingertips enjoying the softness and springiness of Regina's Cestin's derrière. "Ohh, nice!" said Greg. "Hope you girls don't mind us old fucks getting our kicks." "Oh no, no," said Regina. "Go ahead, whack it if you want." "You too, Mr. Cestin," said Tammie. "Go as hard as you want. Oh, Regina, guess what? I saw Paula today: that bitch has changed so much!" "Oh tell me more, tell me more!" The girls gossiped while the men touched them up. After around two minutes of groping, the dads decided to up the perverseness. "Dad on daughter?" said Matthew. "Dad on daughter!" said Greg. They stood up, switched, and were now next to their own daughters, Matthew on Regina, Greg on Tammie. "All right... here I go..." Greg placed the tip of his fingers on his girl's bum, his body electrified by his toned daughter's posterior. Greg then got his whole hand down and took a good, hands-in rub. "Damn! Like steel! Good job, Tammie." "Thanks, Dad. Feel around the legs too, feel that tightness?" "Oh I feel it! Yeah, nice! Wait, how is this any different from when I massage you? I feel you up all the time! Damn, I take it for granted: my daughter's hot!" On the other side of the bed, Matthew was more tentative about groping his daughter's culo-riffic wonderland. "Ah go on," said Claire. "Just for kicks." "I-I couldn't," he replied. "Go on!" "Yeah, Dad," said Regina. "Just once." "Oh...all right! You twisted my arm! I'll take a feel!" Matthew slapped his hands down hard on his daughter's butt, making a splash of sweat fly through the air, a rhythmic clap reverberating around the room. "Ohhhh!" his whole body was rocked by the million-strong taboo sensations of his daughter's most squeezable area. Matthew then put his shoulders into it, his hands going in deep, real deep, really cherishing this connecting moment. "Wow! Amazing! Oh Regina your butt is so, hmmmm...yes, I think, yup, just one touch Regina, you got me without even touching." Regina turned from her conversation with Tammie, and shrugged, "Yeah, sure, Dad." "Make him kiss it," said Tammie. "Yeah! Go on Dad, kiss my ass!" "Oh... okay!" Matthew puckered up and laid his sweaty lips on his daughter's butt. "Ohh ewww," Regina shivered -- and not in the good way. "Too much Dad, too much." "Sorry, dear." "It's okay, you know I don't like guys, but you're my dad so you get to touch me in that way," said Regina, not aware that sentence would also be known as 'evidence.' Claire then raised her hands and voice: "Okay, everyone stop...Time for the big girls to come out!" Everyone paused as Claire turned and walked to the leather closet. The dads stood up and stepped back from their daughters, mouths open, understanding the significance of the cabinet. "Ready, girls?" said Claire as she opened the closet, revealing a jet-black interior, and in the centre of it, her two best vibrating pals: Daisy and Dina. Claire hit the 'on' switches and held one in each hand. "Girls: Momma is telling you to cum!" Regina and Tammie turned their heads, and felt their bodies warm in anticipation of those sleek instruments. "Make sure you go deep," said Regina. "Yeah, real deep for me, Mom," said Tammie. Claire handed Yukari a dildo. "Ready?" Yukari nodded. "Yes." She put the tip in her mouth, getting it wet. "This get much, umm, use?" asked Yukari. "Oh you don't wanna know," replied Claire. Claire and Yukari got set their pieces, dads gleefully watching on, their daughters kicking their feet together like two girls bound for Disneyland. Their vaginal lanes were wide open as the metal instruments spun into life, rolling deep inside the lesbonic pair. "Oh Mom!" groaned Regina. "Oh fuck me!" moaned Tammie. The mothers had huge smiles on their faces as they twisted, turned, and drilled inside their daughters' vaginas. "Wow, my girl's 'hooch' is so elastic!" said Claire. "How's yours, Yukari?" "Tight, ahh, very tight," replied a sweaty Yukari. "The heat from Tammie vagina make me -- woo! Sticky!" While the mothers did their diligent duty, the girls took in these heavenly, lighting-infused surges of taboo delight. "Hmmmm, so good, Mom, so good." Regina rubbed her hand over Tammie's toned back muscles, Tammie responding by rubbing her hand over Regina's shuddering back. "Ohhhh yeah, Mom, yeah!" Regina moaned as the intensity increased, both her and Tammie's bodies moving in an unresponsive manner: feet twitching, arms shaking, toes curling, a natural flow of sensory-jarring convulsions. "Come 'er!" Tammie pulled Regina in, the two girls' bodies sliding against one another, their legs intertwined as they felt the whirlwinds go round and round, mixing together a creamy concoction. "Oh Mom, that's so, umm, fuck yeah," said Regina. "Yes, oh yes, keep going hard, Mom, go hard," said Tammie. The mothers giggled as they kept drilling their daughters, the dads running around to get the best view of their girls' quivering near-orgasmic bodies. "Look at my girl's vagina!" said an out-of-breath Greg. "God damn! Look, look at her pussy, watch: that ain't her cumming, that's just the spill! God damn! Ohhh! Oh my Tammie can cum for days! She's a machine! A machine!" Matthew could feel the floor creak as the girls flopped around the bed. "Hmm, yes, oh and Regina is building it all up too, oh look at her go, my girl, such movement. This will be a gusher from both, guaranteed." Tammie clawed her fingers into the bedpost. "Mom, ohh, fuck me hard, Mom, shove it in me, Mom! Shove it in me!" Regina was pulling the sheeting off the bed. "Mom, oh Mom, ohhh, more, more, oh, more, more, ohhh, make me cum, Mom! Ohhhhhh, Mom, make me cum!" The sweaty, naked mothers listened to their daughters' orgasmic pleas, and rolled the dildos in with a spinning boom, getting their daughters to their roaring final destinations: their respective climaxes. "Ohhhh, ohhh, ohhhh, Mom, Mom, Mom! MOM!" Regina moaned into her pillow. "Ah...Mom, fuck, fuck! Yes, yes, yes, yes! FUCK! FUCK!" Tammie bit into her pillow. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Yukari spun faster. "Ohhhh, Tammie, oh, oh!" "Here we go," said Claire as she drilled inside her baby girl. "I'm going deep! Deep! Deep!" she patted her girl's bum as she felt her daughter coming, coming to a screeching, screaming finale. "OHHHHHHH MOM!" Regina turned herself over, opened her legs wide as she could, and fingered out a massive, flowing jet-stream of female ejaculation. "OH! OH! OHHHH! Oh, oh, oh! OHHHHH!" Regina moaned as the river flew out from within her, roaring down to her mother's face. "Oh my gosh! Regina! Wow!" said Claire as she rubbed her hands through her wet hair Then, a second later, determined not to lose, Tammie reached her climax: "FUCK! FUCK! OHHHH!" She had her legs high up in the air, her long fingers going in hard, deep, releasing a torrent of orgasmic liquids, fresh, free into the air, smacking against the ceiling, splashing down onto her mother's soft brown hair. Yukari giggled and clapped as Tammie's juices spread down her face. "Hee-hee-hee, I like, I like! Hmmm -- spicy!" Tammie slapped her vagina, letting it all bellow out: "FUCK! YES! YES! OH YES! Ohhhhhh! Oh yeah!" After seeing Tammie's flash flood, Regina fingered herself faster, turning her most delicate womanly area into a red-hot cauldron of oozing cream: "Hmmm, oh fuck me, yes, yes, YES! YES! YES!" For those few seconds, those almost-slow-motion seconds, Regina and Tammie's squirts kept rushing out, the girls reaching higher, further, landing on their mothers, each trying to last the longest, trying their absolute damndest not to quit, not to stop, never to stop. "Ahhh, ahh...ah!" Regina was the first to have her faucet reduced to a small drip, Tammie getting the win by a narrow two-second margin. "Ha!" Tammie said with a wink. "That, that right there is champion-level squirting. Because me?" she paused to catch her breath, "I'm a competitor, I don't lose, oh, and," she put her finger in her vagina, raised it to her lips, and licked it, "I taste good too, baby." "Oh you," Regina playfully shoved her girlfriend on the shoulder, falling into her arms and into another multi-vitamin kissing session. The dads and moms grabbed the nearby towels and dried themselves off, watching their girls with beaming, infectious pride. "Let's go to the shower," said Matthew. "Yes," Claire agreed. "Hmm," as did Yukari. "Oh we gotta keep those sheets!" said Greg. "We can sell those for so much!" When their parents left the room, Tammie's and Regina's passions began warming back up. "Oh, umm, stop," Tammie placed her finger on Regina's lips. "You got two little girls waiting for you." Regina remembered her friends. "Oh yeah, I have to go see them." "Yes, you go, but remember this," Tammie gave Regina a hard powerful whack to her sore red buttocks. "Mine, owned, signed, sealed, delivered: You're my bitch." Regina gave another kiss to her girlfriend, and then went into the adjunct smaller bathroom, into the cosy little shower. As the water trickled down Regina's well-used oily body, she felt a sensation of afterglow warmth wash over her. It was a familiar feeling, yet, also very different: Regina had experienced a climax unlike any she had before, one that wasn't a high-adrenaline, high-tempo, hot lesbian finish of exploding lust, nor a intense high-grade injection of forceful life-force, no, this was a much smoother, more easy-flowing, sunnier, warmer, soothing, relaxing, and -- the key ingredient in this familial orgasm -- fun sexual experience. *** Regina finished up in the shower, walking to her bedroom without a stitch of clothing on her wet, dripping body. After tip-toeing past her parents, Regina got her naked frame against the door, slowly turned the handle, going inside the darkened room. First, she saw the majestic moon outside her window, illuminating the room, the light landing squarely on the bed, highlighting the two girls that were under the covers: one hot tight-bodied Asian teen, the other a slender porcelain beauty, both waiting, both completely naked... "Come on, bitch!" said Soyo. "Get in." "Come on, come on!" said Vivi with her arms outstretched. In other circumstances, this set-up would result in yet more licking, spilling, touching, groping and kissing, but this was an altogether much more innocent situation: this was just three best friends getting intimate with each other. "Get that fine body of yours in here, bitch!" Soyo jumped out of the bed, grabbed Regina by the arm and led her towards the bed, Regina almost tripping over her suitcase. Regina then got in the middle of the bed, Soyo to her left, Vivi to her right, Regina cosied up between the two cuddly teen girls. "Oh fuck, is my dad taping this, too?" she asked as she rubbed her warm shoulders and legs against her friends', so comfy and warm under the duvet covers. "Nope," Vivi said with a shake of the head. "We shut it off for tonight." "So no one's watching," said Regina as she had her left hand brushing against Soyo's thigh, the other against Vivi's soft knee. "What do you want to do?" The girls shrugged. "I don't know," said Soyo. "Genie chose!" said Vivi. Regina had a devilishly sexy idea: "I think we should...talk, about something you said before, that we're, umm, on an alien planet?" "Well duh, that's kinda obvious," said Soyo. "That's common knowledge, bitch!" "I call it BunnyLand!" said Vivi. "But, guys, that's all wrong! I, mean, for this past month I've really looked into it, I mean, think about it: people can go back-and-forth from Tabootopia I mean, look, look, at the products here: it's all still got 'Made in China' labels, you know? Plus, look outside: the moon is still there! So this is either a perfect replica of Earth, or, we're still on the same planet, and we're all part of the biggest secret in humanity's history!" Vivi and Soyo gave simultaneous shrugs. "Eh," said Soyo. "I'm happy not knowing." Vivi gave a cute frown. "Uhhh. My daddy always tells me things about Tabootopia, but I'm like. 'Daddy~, that's boring, just lick ice cream from my little pink cupcakes.' Genie-Baby, it's not about answers: it's about fun! I'm sticking with BunnyLand!" Regina put her arms around her friends. "I love you guys, you know that?" Soyo nestled into her friend's shoulder, giving her a little nipple tweak. "Right back at ya, bitch!" Vivi gave her friend a light kiss on the cheek. "I wuv' you so much Genie-Baby!" "Enough love, enough," said Soyo. "Okay, now I'm going to tell you the biggest cocks I've had, starting from number one: First: my dad; second: Mr. Sanchez; third..." The girls talked into the night about a variety of topics, really cherishing their last few moments as close-by friends. *** The day had finally come... Parked outside the Cestin home was the large white and red RV, the vehicle that was to transport 'The International Lovers of Sex, Style, and Sleep' across Tabootopia's farmlands and industrial sector, all the way deep into the unknown, all to get to their destination, New Babylon. Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 08 Copyright © 2012, Surt, ALL Rights Reserved. Knowledge of prior Tabootopia chapters is not essential for this story but it is recommended. Anyone involved in anything sexual is at least eighteen-years-old. Feedback is always appreciated and replied to. Thanks for reading and enjoy! :) The Celebrity Templates are: Amanda Bynes is Regina Cestin Erin Sanders is Kelly Vanderbosch Alexa Nikolas is 'Rocket' Pocket Polly Natalie J Robb is Carla Woroalman *** 1997... "Eeee, eeee, harder, Uncle Pete, harder!" With his knees on the bed and his hands placed firmly on his little niece's tiny butt cheeks, he pushed his member deeper inside the sweet girl's behind. Her body twitched as her uncle's hot sweat poured down to her back, her body trembling from the hard injection of pleasure. "Ah! Ah! I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming...Uhhh!" he released his throbbing beast and let the ejaculate flow down his niece's back. The clear white stream rolled down to her neck, making her softly shiver. "Hmmm," she rubbed her red cheek against her soft pillow, satisfied, and very, very tired. She turned around and looked into her uncle's eyes. "That was fun," she said with a bright smile. "You know it was for me," he stood up and placed her pink bedcovers back over her body. "Pucker up now." She closed her eyes and put out her lips. Mwah. His stubble and rough skin touched her soft skin and fresh pink lips. "Stay good now," he said as he put on his grey trousers, "be a good girl, study for those pre-med classes, okay?" "Okay, okay, you don't need to nag me, ugh, how else would I get your big dick in my butt? None of the boys at campus have the size you do, Uncle Pete." He grinned as he buttoned up his shirt. "Don't let them know that, it'll make them not try as hard." She giggled. "Okay, okay. Bye, call me." She turned and rested her head on the pillow. Pete closed the door ever-so-gently. He fixed up his shirt while going down the stairs. Downstairs, in the living room, a woman asked Pete, "Was she good?" Pete ducked into the room, bent down, and kissed the woman on her cheek. "Just as tight as you were at that age, Sis." She giggled. "Hey, I still got it, I'm not ancient...Hey, you got time to check out my tightness tonight?" He looked at his watch. "Argh, you know I'd love a long night with you, but tonight, can't, got to be at work in a few. My boss will have my head if I'm late again, and 'made passionate hours-long love to my little sister' is not gonna be a good enough excuse. Hell, if I use that line, I might as well kiss goodbye to that promotion." "Okay, I'll let you off the hook for tonight, but ya gonna do that thing, you know, with the tongue and the hot sauce." Pete smiled as he went for the exit. "Put some chilly all over, that'll be great, just like when we were kids! Bye babe, say bye to Konnie for me!" "Bye!" He shut the door and walked to his car with a little added zest, that 'just-cummed' hop in his step, feeling good, refreshed, taking in that cold cool air. Ah! That cool, chilly autumn air. He took in that smell of fallen leafs, reached for his pocket, got his car keys, opened the door and entered inside the vehicle. He muttered to himself as he started the engine, recalling the tune he heard in his little niece's room. "~Backstreet's back, all right~, urr, all right? Like you're some tough guys? Heh." Whilst rummaging around, he caught a glimpse in his rear-view mirror. 'Huh? Did I see something?' he thought. 'Maybe I left something in the seat.' Pete turned his face...and found himself looking into the eyes of a balding middle-aged man. "Hello Peter," the man said in a smooth, low tempo voice. Going into full animal mode, Pete jumped back, pulled his fist, ready to strike the strange invader. "Whoa, hold it, hold it!" The man held his hands up. "Please, I come in peace!" Pete spoke in a crackling, nervous tone. "You some, uhh, who the fuck? Get the fuck out!" The man shook his head. He looked down at the ground and mumbled to himself, "Why did I think this was a good idea?" The Invader looked back at Pete. This strange man's face was now illuminated: he was a suntanned man with receding brown hair, with the first crop of wrinkles around his eyes. He looked a little dangerous, but yet, no malice could be sensed, just this odd sereneness. Pete calmed down, slightly. "You some crazy person? Were you just sleeping? Okay, out, now, I won't call the cops." Again, the man shook his head. "I apologize for startling you. My time out on the field has been, umm, limited, and I was informed that this, this right here, was the best method for... my line of work. You see, what I do is...well, gosh, I can't even fully explain it." "...I have a gun." That jumpstarted the man's mind. "Okay, hold on, let's not get rash here. I'll get right to my point: I know, I know that you just made love to your niece, Konnie, and you've also been having relations with your sister, Kassie, for quite a while." Pete felt his chest tighten. "Oh Jesus, how? How did you know? Who are you? The cops? Fuck, I knew this would happen." He took in a huge breath. "I swear, I swear to you, me and Konnie, it only started when she turned eighteen, and me and my sister, I swear, all of it is fully consensual, I swear it, but it's still a crime, right? Oh fuck!" "No, no, I'm not the police or here to punish you; I'm here to...reward you, in fact. This meeting, you and I, I'm here to make everything better..I promise." "What? Really?" As crazy as it sounded, Pete was calmed by the man's words and soft tone, actually finding himself trusting this man. "Who are you?" asked Pete. "I'm...call me a headhunter. My name is Ned," he extended his hand. "Pleased to meet you." Pete shook his hand. "Hi, I'm --" "Peter Bishop, a building inspector, just what we've been looking for. Peter, I'm here to offer you a job, a job with excellent benefits, a job which has housing fully provided." "Huh? How do you know so much about me!? How --" "Let, let me finish: We want you, your niece and your sister to come with us. This job will require you and them to move to a far, far away place...and, trust me, you'll never want to leave this place. It's a place where your...unique lifestyle will be appreciated." "That's bullshit!" shouted Pete. "A place like that? No way! Incest is worse than murder." "Not here, not here. Trust me, and yes, I know that's hard to do, but have faith Peter, have faith in what I'm telling you. Believe in this because it's very, very real. Pete was baffled, stunned...and highly intrigued. "Where is this place?" "California." "But...we're in California." Ned gave a huge broad smile. "This is a different California." He reached into his coat pocket and handed Pete a packet. "This has the plane tickets you and your family need. A week from now, go to LAX . Call the number for more details." Pete took the packet. "Uhh, thank you?" "I really should be going now," Ned opened the door. He put one foot out before he paused. "Oh, I almost forgot: you got four tickets; we also want you to bring your friend along, Manny, he'll be a good hand to have around, fits our requirements, loves the Taboo movies." Ned exited the car, adjusted his grey workcoat and looked to his left and right. "Wait, Ned, I have more questions." Ned raised his hand. "I'd love to sit and chat, but I can't, I'm on the clock. I'll see you on the plane." Ned walked north, down the street, but then he paused, stood still, as stiff as a board. What made him stop in his tracks? Answer: a frizzy-haired, petite Latina girl in jean shorts and a tank top. "Hold it," Ned's voice changed from serene peace...to dark chaos. "Where do you think you're going?" "Huh?" this girl was pissed. "What? You? You asking me where I'm going? What!? Who the fuck are you? Who the fuck are you? Talking to me like that? To me? To me!? Pssh, go fuck yourself, old man!" Ned clenched his fists and spoke with a growling intensity. "Bitch, the only time you'll use language like that again is when I tell you to. When I TELL you to. Cunt, I'll make this very easy on you: walk in front of me, go in my car, go to my hotel room, get naked, and there, there I'll fuck you so deep that you'll be swimming in the core!" The girl was biting her lips, shaking, trembling -- and none of it out of fear. She was deeply aroused by Ned's extreme dominance. She clutched her pussy and spoke with a whimpery voice, "Fuck, I am so fucking wet! Fuck." Ned pointed ahead. "Bitch, walk. Now." She nodded. "Yes, Sir." Pete was in slacked-jawed amazement; why wouldn't he be? He'd just seen Ned make Ally Mendoza his personal bitch. After Ned and Ally were out of sight, Pete shut his car off, took a deep breath, held the packet in his hands...and smiled. He got out of his car and rushed back into the house. Fuck work: on that night, he was kissing his sister's ass -- literally. *** Present day... Frowny, husky-voiced, well-chested Regina Cestin was seated inside the moving RV. She was banging her hands against the small tray table, getting very worked up as she rounded off the tale of her encounter with Neighbour Ned. "And he said the answers I need are out there, out there!" "Wow!" said wheelman Daniel. "No way! So he's a recruiter!? Your recruiter!? What else he say? -- " "Daniel! Focus on driving!" Kelly interrupted. "Oh sorry," Daniel Nova looked back at the road, back at the winding concrete path. This group of teenagers were making a journey across the breadth of Tabootopia. They'd just left their hometown, Our Haven, the suburbs of Tabootopia, and were on route to their first stop: South Gaudium, the farmlands. "Hey, Björn, wasn't what Regina said amazing?" said Daniel. Seated across from Regina, laid out on the couch, was short, slim Swede Björn. He was less than impressed with what he'd heard. "Ehh, not really. Maybe a little...nope, hmm." He was holding his laptop and scrolling through his favourite websites. "Ahh, new bikini pictures of Maria Lucia with her son," he stretched himself out, ready to do his business. "How far are we from this farm?" pearly soft-skinned Kelly asked her plain mocha boyfriend Daniel. "These people nice? They're not, you know, sex people?" Daniel chuckled. "Of course they're sex people! How can you not expect that? You've been here much longer than me." "I was protected," she snapped back. "My mom knew someone as cute as me would be man-bait as soon as I was legal. It's only when people found out I was eighteen that I learned about this whole sex...thing! Hey! How did I meet you? Remember? You were riding my mom! My mom! And how did I first meet your best friend? He was touching --" she pointed at Björn, slowly turning her head, "himself-- oh!" she covered her eyes. "Daniel! He's doing it again!" "That's his zone, he's in charge of clean up," replied Daniel. "That's still, uhh. Regina, he's doing it right in front of you!" She shrugged. "It's normal to me. Björn, what you looking at?" "Umm, ahhh, new bikini pictures of a, umm, hot mom, with her son right next to her." He nudged over. "Come have a look-see." "Okay," Regina sat next to Björn. "Oh she is hot, what a great ass, nice, nice." She rubbed herself through her jeans. "Nice, nice...oh go back to that one, the one where she is bending over, oh, wow, nice, nice, great ass, great ass." "Oh damn I want to see," said Daniel. "Is the son looking at her?" "He's, umm, rubbing oil on her butt!" replied Björn. "Oh man! Save it for me, tell me the website." "Oh my God," Kelly slunk into her chair and looked out the window. "...Hey, Regina, what kind of thong is this mom wearing?" "String, mellow green, high-rising." "Oh I wanna see." Kelly got up and stood near Regina. Kelly used her hand to cover Björn's misdeeds, and then looked at the screen. Kelly was impressed. "That thong looks so good on her! It just fits so well, such a great shape, such a snug fit. Only a shapely Brazilian woman can pull that ensemble off, yeah, that looks so good on her. Hey, is that boy her son? Are those Speedos he's wearing? Those are hideous! Honestly, a boy that small might as well be naked on the beach; his shape and frame would look so much better if it was au naturel." As Kelly continued giving her beach fashion critiques, the bedroom door opened and out of it came the fifth member of the gang: Tammie Kwon. She walked straight forward, pausing to speak to the three on the couch. "Hey everyone, looking at something interesting?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah," they all said as they stayed transfixed on the screen. "Hey Tammie," said Regina. "Oh, Björn, Björn, go back to that picture, the one where she puts the lotion on him, yeah that's the one! That's making me wet, yeah..." Tammie walked past them and went into Daniel's driver zone, standing to his right. "How much longer we got, Nova?" she asked. "Umm, with no traffic, maybe around --," he turned his head and then immediately felt all the moisture in his mouth just vanish. Long-legged, athletic, 6'1, Tammie Kwon was wearing a grey tank top and a black thong, her honey-glazed skin dripping with post-workout sweat. Her pheromones were thick in the air, these strong aromas seeping out of her v-shaped thong, this scent leaving Daniel feeling very, very red. After basking in this rubbery wonderland, Daniel raised his head up, taking in a tour of Tammie's finer points: her peach-like breasts, erect nipples, up to her gorgeous brown eyes. Yet, despite her startling beauty, it was also very clear to see that this was a very serious woman: her stoic expression unchanging, her sultry dark hair in a tight ponytail, not a strand out of place, not a single part of her flinching from her dominant position, all while looking down at him with a fiery tigress gaze, awaiting a response to a question he'd long forgotten. "Umm..." Kelly looked over and saw the toned buttocks of Tamara Kwon within touching distance of her boyfriend. "Daniel!" she shouted. "Oh," he snapped out of his trance. "Umm." "Well?" Tammie said with a slight grin, knowing the effect she had. "Uhhh...Twenty minutes." "Hmm...That's enough time." Tammie strode over to her main girl. "Regina, bedroom, let's go." This demand for submissive sex made Regina leap to her feet. She stood bare toes-to-toes with Tammie. "Hmm, I know how you're feeling right now," said Regina. "You need me, I can smell it." Tammie grabbed Regina's arm. "Bedroom...now!" In response, Regina clutched her girlfriend's exposed butt cheeks, leaned in, and said with a hushed whisper: "Say please~," she flicked her tongue in Tammie's face. Tammie grinned. "Bitch, bedroom: now!" Regina shrugged. "Okay, you talked me into it." The girls sauntered into the bedroom, slamming the door shut. Seconds later, those in the front heard a succession of wild primal roars: two wildebeests fighting over the final kill, clawing, screeching, scratching, screaming, tossing each other around, slamming and slapping their respective orifices with loud violent blows. Their fiery bedroom exchanges were accompanied by a continuous wooden creak; they were breaking the bed beams apart, piece by piece. Kelly sat back in her seat. She frowned at her red-faced boyfriend. "Daniel...you know girls like Tammie and Regina would only use you in a certain way." "Of course," he replied. "That's why I only like doing it with you, that, and, of course, our love." Björn threw his laptop across the couch. "Yuck! You ruined it for me!" Kelly smiled and reached over to hold her man's hand. "I know...plus, I know you like being 'the guy' in the bedroom. Those two won't allow you to do that." *** By early next morning, the group had reached the first stop of their journey: The Woroalman family farm. "Ohh that took longer than expected," said Daniel as he exited the RV. "You got lost a couple times," replied Kelly (wearing tight jeans, a purple shirt and her ubiquitous bangles). "And there was, like, nothing to see, no view, just trees, pavement, and truckers asking to see my tits!" "To be fair, you do have cute tits," said Daniel. "Aw thanks -- hey!" Björn came out next. "Ah, umm, fresh air, ahh, fields, grass...my Wi-Fi is not working! Damn it all!" Next was Tammie. She wore black leggings which highlighted the tight roundness of her rear, along with a grey t-shirt which showcased the firmness of her breasts. Following her was a still-sleepy Regina, she in a boobs-loving tank top and tight jeans. "I went too hard with the fingering, didn't I?" asked a fresh-faced Tammie. Regina nodded. "Yeah, a little tender down there today, but it was worth it for the squirt. Speaking of squirting, the farmer's daughter here, Sally, is awesome at it." Under the clear blue sky, with their feet on the fresh green grass, they walked towards the farm, taking in the clean livin' countryside atmosphere. Though it was early morning, South Gaudium was very much awake: chickens roaming around, horses bucking in their stables, cows mooing. The ranches and farms were wide apart, so the people sightings were few and far between. The only person that walked by the teens was an elderly man in overalls, hauling his wheelbarrow full of chicken feed. "Mornin'," he said with a big smile. They replied with polite nods. Regina as ambassador said, "Good morning." They saw the farmhand walk by them. Then he took a sharp right, walked into a cornfield and approached a petite Thai woman. He patted the woman's butt, took his overalls off and led the grinning woman to the ground. The swaying of the field illustrated their actions. Tammie approved. "Nice, nice, foot on shoulder, putting some powerthrust into it." Kelly looked away from the casual sex. "Umm, ahh, oh, look: A cow!" The cow mooed. The gang walked on, Daniel, Björn and Regina in the lead, familiar with the area after having been on a class fieldtrip to the Woroalman farm." Björn reminisced with Daniel. "Hmm Sally, ahh, so pert and cute. Ahh, but, but I like moms most, so I get boner from Carla. Her boobies can feed a village, aha-ha-ha. I'd like to, umm, grill Teddy about home life with them, more about him and his, ahh, mother." Daniel nodded. He was a fair distance away from Kelly, which allowed him to speak freely: "Hey, I heard, from Vivi, that Teddy has a reward-based sex system with his mother. She cuts up the rewards into a typical package: handjobs, blowjobs, kisses, touching boob, kissing boob, licking nipple, with, of course, the big caveat being full vaginal sex. I hear she classes kissing as a really high reward because her son just loves kissing her on the lips. I can see why: lucky, lucky son, eh?" Björn rubbed his hands and did a loving imitation of Teddy: "Oh, oh, Mother, I got me an A in my homework. Mama, can-can I please get a hug?" He wrapped his arms around himself. "Hmm soft, oh, so soft. Mother, may I please, if it's oh-okay with you, can I please get a...ahh, a kiss? On the lips?" he made soft kissing sounds with himself. "Oh yes, ahh, yes, wet me Mama, wet me." Daniel stepped to the side. "Ah...okay." Eventually the gang got to the front door of the Woroalman house. Regina knocked. "Coming!" said a familiar Scottish female voice. They saw her rushing down the stairs, clad in a white long-shirt, flinging open the door and greeting them with a smile. "Hello there, kids!" she said with a huge grin. "Nice to see you all." This was Carla Woroalman, a curly-haired Scottish mother in her late 30s, blessed with a curvaceous body; big tits and a great arse, as she would put it. "Hi Miss Woroalman," Regina said while leaning in for a hug, their boobs sliding and rubbing against each other's. Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 08 "Oh it's Carla for you, lassie, and here we got Daniel," she leaned over and hugged him. "And little Björn," also giving the appreciative Björn some boobage. "Oh, and new ones, too!" "This is my girlfriend, Kelly," said Daniel. "Charmed," said Carla as she hugged Kelly. "And my girlfriend, Tammie," said Regina. "Ah you I do know," said Carla. "Hold it; I got someone who wants to meet you." Carla rushed away, coming back with her son, Teddy. This sweaty boy was in his wet briefs, obviously having been masturbating. In his hand he held what he'd been using as his stimulate: the latest issue of Weekly Incest. He put his arms out and showed off the stained cover. The cover model was none other than Tammie Kwon. On this cover, a smirking Tammie was posing in a sports bra and shorts. The headline read: "'Lick my nipples': Tammie Kwon is coming to New Babylon University. Preview pictorials of all the new freshmen students in this special issue!'" "Me? Sure thing." Tammie got on her knees, grabbed a sharpie from the front of Teddy's briefs, and signed it: 'T.K.Won'. "Wait, Tammie's famous!?" said Kelly. "Yeah," replied Björn. "Have you seen her on TV? She's, umm, oh, she's very, ahh, I've masturbated over her many, many times." "Ew!" Tammie played nice with Teddy. She scuffled his hair, speaking baby talk with the teen. "You watch me do you? Yeah? Yeah? Good boy! Good boy!" "Come on inside, I got breakfast brewing," said Carla. The group followed Carla in, noticing that underneath that long shirt was nothing at all; her curvaceous buttocks was peeking out, saying hello. Regina patted Carla's butt with the back of her hand. "Nice ass, Carla." "Ah thank you, girlie. None of that is from exercise mind you, just clean livin'...and lots of shagging!" Carla clutched Regina's backside. "Oh, lass, now I never had this kind of tightness! What kind of jeans are these? They really smooth out your figure." "These?" Regina unbuttoned her dark skinny jeans. "You don't want to wear these, they really chaff up my crotch when it gets hot. Got any cream?" "For your special lady area? I got shed loads! Come with me to the kitchen, I'll rub some on ya." "Thanks, Carla." Meanwhile, Tammie led her No.1 fan inside. "Your name is Teddy Woroalman? Yeah, I think I saw your name somewhere once, uhh, was it in the featherweight boy-boy division?" He nodded. "You help me...with my cardio? Show you my weight room?" "For sure, because me? I'm a champion, I have to help out, it's only right, it's basically my duty as a world-class ambassador of sexual excellence. Hmm, let's see," she grabbed his arm. "You got the farmboy thing going on...Weighing about, umm, one-twenty-five? That's all natural, oh yeah, you can get pumped for sure." Kelly was pleasantly surprised. "Wow, Tammie's nice!" She might have spoken too soon. "And your mom is so hot! Hey, you can be my towel boy, dry me off after I give her a good reaming." "Oh my God," Kelly stepped closer to Daniel. "Keep me safe from her: she might want to touch me in a dark corner." "You got my full permission if she does." "Daniel!" She lowered her voice to a whisper. "I'm being serious, you know I can't squirt. Do you know what that means? She'll drill me endlessly! She won't stop till she gets a finish!" Daniel thought carefully about his response. "Again, I don't see the problem there." "Daniel!" She stamped on his toes. "Ow!" *** Around the dining table, the Woroalman clan (sans father Tobias) was reunited with Daniel, Björn and Regina, and very welcoming to new members, Kelly and Tammie. Carla was surprised by New Babylon University's requirement for entry: "Sector Three? Oh my. All through it just to get into their uni'? Bit of a rough deal, ain't it? I've never heard of it being done before...guess you're the unlucky test subjects." "Yeah," said Daniel. "But I'm kinda interested to see what's out there, you know." "Adventure, yes, it is a little thrilling, I must admit." "But before that," said Daniel, "anything we need to know about Gaudium? Like the recent redistricting? This is South Gaudium, right? We still have to get to North Gaudium. Is it far?" "Oh, lad, it's pretty far off, so you better use us as your rest stop. It's a full night's journey, proper long. North is where the factories and docks are. Nice little community down there. Me and some of the other gals make a proper day of it when we go there; we do a little shopping, watch a movie, and get a couple of shags in with the locals! Hee-hee! Always a good time." This peeped Björn's interest. "Oh...umm, ahh, sounds like a fun town, yes." Carla chuckled. "Just wait and see, lad, wait and see. Be warned, it's bloody humid down there! Oeww! Gets your kits off as soon as you get in. I'm always naked when I go down there, naked when I come back too -- but covered in just...all sorts! Hee-hee!" On the other side of the table, Sally was stroking Tammie's face with the back of her hand. "Gosh, so soft, wow, I'm just so happy to have you here. Tammie, I hope this isn't a rude thing to say, but me and Teddy have been pleasuring ourselves to beach volleyball for years, be-because of gorgeous girls like you, you know: Amazonian Asians. Hee-hee! Gosh, I hope that wasn't a rude thing to say, I'm just a little nervous...I've seen your tapes." Tammie kept her pokerface, just a simple smile and an alluring gaze. "Thanks so much...I appreciate the...support." The usually cool and confident Sally felt all giddy inside. "Oh my, phew, I think my panties are getting a little breezy, woo, my oh my." Tammie smiled at Regina, and then at Sally: "You got great...taste," Tammie placed her thumb over Sally's cheek, directing it toward Sally's lips, then placing it inside the gal's warm mouth. "Hmmmm...Milky. Now I have to go help your brother work on his thrust." Tammie took her thumb out, stood up, and grabbed the waiting Teddy by his hand and took him to his bedroom. Sally rubbed her hands through her blonde hair. "Gosh! Her confidence is so fucking sexy." "Yes, yes," agreed the pants-less Regina, her bare bum on the wooden seat, letting the cool cream sooth her puffy vagina. Carla joined in this conversation. "My Sally is a right little flirt, ain't she? Eh? Sally, I know you can swing on both ends, but as your Mum I know you favour the girlies, don't ya? Ever since I caught you lip-kissing your girl pals on the porch, remember? What did I say?" "'Bring them inside, don't make them cold.'" Sally giggled. "You'd give them tea, some cake...then me and the girls would go to the bedroom and have our 'sleepover.'" "I did the same," said Regina. "I'd bring girls over to my bedroom and tell my parents it was just a sleepover. Looking back, I'm sure they must have known. Why else would my dad buy so much baby oil and lotions and put them in my room?" "We have understanding parents." Sally kissed her mother on the cheek. "You're welcome, darling," Carla responded with a peck to her daughter's lips. "Though it was bloody obvious what you and the other girls were doing in there. Gosh, you'd make a right racket with your little girlfriends, wouldn't ya!? You girls would be louder than me and your father. Though I think your moans motivated him more than anything, to be honest! I best be thanking you, because when he heard you make your girly moans, gosh, he shagged me well into next week!" Björn tried intercepting but fumbled with his delivery. "Umm, ahhh, ahh!" "Oh," Daniel looked at his watch, "Björn, we should go say hi to Brian." "Hmm, yes," agreed Björn. "Guess I'll be coming with," said Kelly. The three stood up. "Hey, where you all going?" asked Carla. "Going to visit our friend, Brian. He came here during a school field trip and decided to stay." "Oh that lad with the harem? You're taking your lass to that? Lord no, Kelly, you don't want to be going to see that." "Umm..." Kelly thought about her decision. "She's right," said Daniel. "You don't want to go; it's a pretty weird situation. Go on, hang here with the girls." "Yeah come on, come on," said Sally, she salivating at the tightness and cuteness of this Hebrew School Hottie. Kelly shivered, she feeling Sally's bad intentions. But she decided to hang with the girls, taking the chance to get to know them better. "Okay," Kelly stood on her tiptoes and kissed Daniel's lips. "Do not take part in anything sexual!" "I won't, I won't." Björn was halfway out the door, repulsed at the relationshipy-style exchange. "Umm, ahh, let's go." "Right, bye," Daniel waved to everyone and left with his friend. Kelly turned to Regina, Carla and Sally. "Come 'er," said Sally. "Tell us all about you." Kelly walked with her head down and sat at the table of horny women. Sally licked her lips and started the conversation: "All right gals, let me tell you about my favourite stud..." *** Thirty minutes later... "And when I ride him, oh Lord, he's so big and strong, he's got so many muscles, oh, I never use the saddle: I'm bareback riding all day, hmmm!" Sally had her cheeks glowing from the memory of her encounter with the local stud. "The bucking, oh it's an endless orgasm," noted Carla. "So, what do you do for pleasure, Kelly? Apart from your fella', how else you get your rocks off?" Red-faced Kelly had a confession: "Uhh, well, before I met Daniel, I used to, I mean, I still do, I, umm, now this is weird, okay: I get my giant teddy bear, get on top of it, and just, oh I'm so embarrassed! I...kinda hump it, rub my pussy on it. I-I, the fur gets me going..." "How big was he?" Regina asked with a straight face. "Big, as big as me...And, and after I met Daniel, like, when I was alone, when he went to school, I missed the feeling of something inside me, so I put a strap-on on the bear, and-- oh my God! This is so embarrassing, hee-hee-hee," Kelly broke into a fit of giggles. Regina was surprised. "Wow, Kelly, that's so kinky and cool. Nice, nice, nice." Carla was impressed. "Clever little lass! Eh? That's how I like my lads sometimes: big cock, on the floor, no talking, just getting me off." Sally was turned on. "Hmmm, oh, oh, Kelly, that's so hot!" After Kelly had confessed to violating a stuffed animal, the other women felt more connected to her. As they tucked into an array of snacks, the women talked about such topics as Kelly's misdeeds with Rupert, Sally's riding experience, Regina's favourite squirt taste (unsurprisingly, it was Tammie's Lucozade), rounding off their talk with Carla telling the young ladies some valuable advice: "We got a nice collection of tits on this table: We got cute little ones, nice peachy ones, juicy pert ones, and, mine, my big 'uns!" she said as she grabbed her own breasts. "But, girls, it don't matter how they look, just matter how you use them -- and with that knowledge, lasses, you got power: Give 'em just a glimpse of these and you got them fellas -- and some lasses -- where you want them, doing whatever you want." "My mom says the same thing," said Kelly. "But she says the real power is my butt: when I get older, it will get rounder, and I'll have people turning to look." "Wise woman, wise indeed...Right! Before dinner, I think we girls should get in that tub, what do you say?" "Yeah, let's do it, Mom!" Sally stood up and began unbuttoning her shirt, keeping her gaze on Regina. "I'm in," Regina took her shirt off, revealing a well-fitting black bra. "I-I-I think I'll go change into my bikini," said Kelly, she walking towards the door. "Teddy! Tammie!" shouted Carla. "Come down and join us." Seconds later, the fully naked Teddy came hobbling down the steps. "What she been doing to you, lad!" Carla said with a big smile. "Look at ya: you're dripping, lad, dripping." "Train, training," he said in a shrill voice. Next came Tammie, she in her grey t-shirt and black thong. "Come on Teddy, hands up, hands up, show them you're a champ," she said as she ran her toes down his little butt. "Hey, what's going on here? We're all getting naked now?" "We're all going in the hot tub," said Kelly as she walked past Tammie. "Great, I can finally see this tightness." Tammie whacked Kelly on the butt. "Oww! No! My tightness will remain tight!" "Have it your way...Oh, Sally, those nipples look nice, can I have a lick? Yeah? Like I need to ask permission: Get those cupcakes out -- now." *** The Woroalman family hot tub was in a prime location: near to the house, looking over a sparkling green meadow, with a picture-perfect view of the sunset just over the horizon. This coupled with the fresh countryside air made for a blissful atmosphere. That bliss, that bliss mixing in so well...with the sin. Inside the hot tub were three teen girls, one teen boy, and a particularly excited mother. Carla was thinking about her husband Tobias, who was at the farmer's market: "Oh me fella is working so hard, ohh, he's gonna be so stiff and red when he comes back, mmm, he'll fuck me sideways he will, give it to me right and proper..." she opened her eyes and looked at her nude son, Teddy. "Son, since you've been working so hard with Tammie, you can watch the girlies have their fun. Go on lad, have a proper little wank! Go on! But you're cleaning up after this is all done, hear?" He nodded intently, his eyes locked on his mother's bountiful breasts. "Yes, yes, yes." "Steady lad, steady, don't burst yourself right away, have a slow wank, yeah, a slow, nice wank. Like when you watch my stripping shows: don't spunk when I'm in my knickers, start going hard when I'm shagging good and proper, yeah? Just like that, Son." "Yes, Mother," he said as he slowly ran his thumb and index finger down his shaft. Carla's cheeks were red while she watched her son's purposeful tugging. "Oh, yeah, that's the way, lad! Slow and steady, slow and steady..." "Y-y-yes, Mom." Kelly, the only person clothed in the tub (in a cute stripey form-fitting two-piece bikini), was sitting at the south-end of this large tub, a little surprised that she wasn't more aghast at what she was witnessing; that being this mother teaching her son proper 'wanking' etiquette. Kelly actually found it all a little endearing, kinda cute, watching Little Teddy's cheeks getting more and more red, his mother watching on with a big smile. That was not the only action going on: to the right, three nude teen girls were getting into some very frolicly hijinks. Sally was sitting between Regina and Tammie, rubbing her soft shoulders between the two. "Ohhh, I don't know who to start with. Yummm. Regina, the memories of our night kept me cumming for days, but Tammie, ohhh, you're like one of those comic book sex heroes! Tall, exotic, strong, hmm, it's like you're right out of Paradise Island!" "Thanks, Hot Bitch," said Tammie. "Now go with Regina first and save the best for last." Regina smiled at her girlfriend, then, held Sally's chin, leaned in, and planted a silky wet kiss. "Hmmm," Sally hummed. "So soft, ohhh I feel myself gettin' wet! Woo! Now Tam --" Tammie grabbed Sally by the back of her head and planted a hard, powerful kiss. "Oh, oh my." Sally felt her heart racing, galloping with Sapphic lust. "Wow, oh, oh I can't say which is better. Gosh, I just want you both." "Who said you can't have both?" said Regina before she kissed Sally's cheek. "Hmm, we're like a tag-team," said Tammie as she worked over Sally's neck. "She brings the Axe, I bring the Smash!" "Yes, yes!" Sally put her arms around the girls. Regina and Tammie's free hands then proceeded to go down to Sally's well-trimmed vaginal region. "Ohhhh! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Sally's mouth was wide open as she took it all in. "Hmmm." Teddy felt his body redden, even more so than before, very much due to Tammie and Regina's actions, they grabbing his sexy sister's peaches with both rough and soft claws. "Oh! Oh!" Teddy was pinching his foreskin, using a modified Vivi Special to keep his load from spilling. "Uh? Lad? What the heck are ya doing?" Carla shouted. "You're not doing it right. Aw looka at ya, all ready lettin' it spill. Boy I said wanking is a slow game, take your time and -- oh, let me!" Carla reached her hand over, clasped it around her son's wet willy and held it with a loose grip. "Right, lad," she swum closer, sat beside him, her shoulder against his, her dangling wavy hair tickling his neck. "Let me show you the proper way. Okay, see how my hand moves? Soft strokes, yeah, soft, keep it going all smooth like. Yeah, keep it soft, slow, like this." "Y-y-yes," he said as his crotch and thighs tingled with wild merriment. After a minute, Carla put a tight grip on her little boy's wet wiener. That feeling of palm on pecker made his feet rise up. Carla then squeezed in even tighter, snuggling up to her boy, her breasts bouncing off his face. "Oh yes, let me just give you a start-up, get your motor warmed up, yeah, getting it warm. Eh, lad, here's a neat ol' trick I learned back from my Dada." She released her pinkie finger from her grip, lowered it down and used it to tickle her son's balls. "Ma-mama!" suddenly the water felt very, very hot. "Nice, eh Son?" She felt a distinct lack of hair in her son's nether regions. "You shaven down there? Eh? Now this I ain't used to. Son, back when I was a wee one (a legal teen), fellas would shove 'em in my mouth, full of iron they were, all fresh from the fields! Gotta be honest though, yours feel nicer, like a couple of polished marbles they are. Hmmm, I think I can tickle these all day!" "I-I-I-I," Teddy had his thoughts scrambled, his mouth jittery due to the excessive pleasure flowing into his system. Indeed, from the jerking of his penis to the mesmerising power of his mother's mature well-ripened breasts, it was hard -- literally -- for him to speak. But, even with his jaw stuck in place, Teddy was able to make one request... "Can-can-can I?" he asked as his eyes were on his mama's boobies. "Me tits? Oh, all right, but only one hand on one tit, okay? I ain't no bad mum: I ain't letting you get all the reward with none of the effort, ya hear Son? You're gonna make this pool spotless after this is all done, got it?" "Hmph!" As soon as she confirmed entry, he put his hand on his mother's right teat and groped and fondled with God's greatest squeeze toy. "Ah, ah!" His fingertips dug into the soft surface. Then, Teddy opened his mouth, stuck his tongue out and moved his head down, towards his mama's nipple. "Oh!" Carla felt a wet shiver down her back. "Ohh, I'm getting a little bit of wetness -- Theodore!" She saw her son's tongue on her erect pink nipple. "What I tell ya!?" She gently shoved his forehead, removing his mouth from her teat. "Don't get cheeky with me, lad! Got rules for a reason! Now squeeze, lad, go on, just squeeze, no licking, just squeeze." "Yes, Mother. Sorry." "It's all right," Carla rubbed Teddy's soft black hair as he cupped and fondled her breast. "I know how lads get. Just follow the rules, yeah? Discipline, Son, you earn your licks, you hear?" "Yes, Mother," he said with rosy-red cheeks. Teddy's hand then went in deeper, giving his mother an erotic, deep-tissue breast massage. "Oh that's good, lad, ahhh nice." Meanwhile, on the other end of the tub, Regina and Tammie had their fingers deep inside Sally's vagina, the hot bubbling water only adding to their collective wild hungry lust. "Oh sweet Jesus all mighty," moaned Sally. "Lord, Lord, yes, yes, yes!" It wasn't just the fingering, licking and groping that was stimulating this hot farmer's daughter; she was also turned on by the viewers, her mother and brother, they watching her as she lost her inhibitions, watching her twitch all over as a titanic orgasmic tidal wave was rushing all over her. Sally had not had this much fun since she and her classmates had a naked pool party...with cream whip as the only item on the menu. Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 08 "Lord, Lord, Lord!" she kept on moaning, the twenty fingers of TamGina crawling in every nook and cranny, extracting pure joy from this darling creature. "Oh girls, oh wow, oh yes." As the seconds ticked, Sally's breathing got increasingly laboured, her wonderful breasts heaving, going up, down, up, down, her nipples straight up, erect, the wild sensations causing a feral ruckus inside her, tearing down all decorum, ripping apart any restrictions, ready, set to make her... "Oh...I'm gonna cum, hmm, hmmmm!" She bit down on her lower lip, her long slender legs outstretched, her vaginal lips open, the water rising up, up, up. Regina licked and cupped Sally's breasts. "Fuck, her nipples are hard." "Hmm, oh yes," said Tammie. "Roll the tip of your tongue on her nipple, like this, hmm, so tasty!" The girls nibbled on Sally's frosted cupcakes, driving her into a frenzied state, one she'd not experienced since she'd found out that the rocking of a wet see-saw could make her pussy feel very tingly. "Oh, oh, ohhhhhh -- Mummy! Ohhhhh! OHHHHH!" Sally's ejaculate flew out with a massive wet boom, causing a huge bubbly reaction, the contents seeping into the pool water with a hot sizzle. The three-time winner of Gaudium High School's Best Bikini-Body contest had her squirty goodness flowing every-which-way, her liquids now forever part of the family hot tub. Sally's breathing was now much laboured, her cheeks bright red. "Girls, girls, girls, I, I can't, oh Lord." Ignoring her pleas, and fuelled by the sight of her release, Regina and Tammie kissed Sally's soft flush cheeks with profuse little pecks. "Oh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh -- ohhhhhhhh!" Sally moaned. "Oh, stop, stop, I've cummed, I've -- ohhhh!" Sally was wrong: Regina and Tammie's skilled fingertips released a further wave of gliding liquid. "OHHHHH! OHHHH, Mummy, I'm, ahhhhhh, ohhhhh! OHHHHH!" Carla grinned. "Good gal, that's a proper little lady right there. Hee-hee." She turned to her son." Look at that: your sister is a proper little squirter, eh!" For Teddy, this multitude of spectacularity -- his mother's jerking hand and him having just seen his hot sister involved in a lesbian three-way -- took Teddy to the finish line with a strong, hard, violent shove. He bucked his hips up, and with his mother's hand, he flew a shot of joy out of the pool, a long stream of happy fun floating in the air and landing with a thwack. Thanks to his mother and sister, Little Theodore had added a thick white sheen to the pool. "Hmmm!" he said with an intent focus, his body, from head to little toe, a brighter shade of red. Kelly -- who secretly enjoyed this display of quick-fire incestual wildness -- knew it was time to leave when she could see the brother and sister's ejaculate floating towards her. "Okay," she stepped out of the tub, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. "I think I better go to the shower," she muttered to the ladies and boy. Carla spoke while finishing herself off: "Uh, uhh, shower? We're in water already! Uh, Uhh, Sally...Bring out the soap!" "Okay, Mom!" Sally mustered the strength to stand, put her hand on the side of the tub and grabbed a handful of soap bars. She handed them to Regina and Tammie, tossing the extra bars to Teddy and Carla. Everyone in the pool stood up and rubbed the soap over their spent, dripping bodies. "L-l-let's get clean!" said a shaky-legged Sally as she rubbed soap on Regina's butt. "This is so dirty...But I like it!" said Regina as she applied soap on Sally's slim stomach. "Unhygienic! But hot!" said Tammie as she rubbed soapy bubbles over both girls. Carla held her son steady, putting her left hand on his back, her right hand aggressively rubbing the soap bar on his scrawny chest. "Everyone, be as messy as you want!" shouted Carla. "It's all Teddy's job, hee-hee. Oh, Ted, get your soap bar on my bush. Yes, lad, go on now, dig your hands in, don't be shy. Goodness sake, lad, come on and put your hands into it! Oh, you're such a big softie, far too used to those fancy shaven bushes! Go on, lad, wash your mother's full bush, go on now, that's how nature intended it. That's it, yes, go deep, good, good boy. Hmm, go on, go on, get closer, yeah, go on, take a sniff of my scent, go on, do it, do it, take a whiff, go on, Son...That's it, lad, now you're really scrubbing, yeah, that scent got you all motivated, didn't it? It never fails. Ha-ha, I see it, eh, I see it: gotcha really hard, didn't I? Hmm? What? Why's you pointing to your willy? What? You want me to wank you off again!? No, no way, lad, you only get one wank, that's the rules. No, don't give me that look, Son! Go on, have a wank with yourself, go on, have a wank with yourself, go on, lad, yes, that's it, get your willy hard. Go on, Son, have a wank, I'm watching, yeah keep looking at me, lad, keep wanking yourself, keep wanking, go on, keep wanking...Oh, now you're getting me all red." *** Daniel and Björn were walking back to the Woroalman farm, joined by their friend Brian, an Africa-American teen that was once portly but now trim and fit due to living with a family that demanded he be working. Brian was also with his friends so that he could see a certain someone's metamorphoses... "Man, I can't wait to see Regina!" said Brian. "I wanna see how she changed, I wanna see the evolution of her -- and her body. Plus you boys be rolling with Tammie now, and I gots to see how she looks in person. I mean, gawd damn is she something! Remember when we saw her on TV? Man, she didn't even look real! She was that spectacular! Hey, remember when she banged Pocket Polly? That was just insane! Insane. Tammie's six-foot-one of thick solid woman, while Pocket Polly, she's, damn, four-foot-five? Tammie destroyed her in the bedroom! Destroyed her! Remember when she lifted Pocket by her armpits and threw her onto the bed? Onto the bed! Yo, I'll be honest: it felt wrong watching it, you know, because it was a full-grown woman fucking a girl, yeah." "Umm, yes, Tammie's great," said Björn. "I, umm, ahh, liked your sister-lovers." "They're just sisters now," Brian said with a sigh. "We ain't rollplaying no more, just them giving demands before sex, like massages and stuff. Won't trade it in for anything though, taught me discipline and got me in shape." "Yeah, we're happy for you, man," said Daniel. "Hey! There's Kelly!" he rushed over to her. "Hey, hey!" a dressed Kelly went into Daniel's arms and gave him a kiss. Björn was repulsed. "Eww! Umm, save it for the Disney Channel!" "Hey, you eaten?" Kelly asked Daniel. "Yeah? Good, let's get going." A clothed, wet-haired Regina and a similarly wet and clothed Tammie stood near the gates. As the boys got closer, Regina spotted a vaguely familiar face. "I know that guy...Oh! Hey Brian!" "Hey!" he said while rushing over to her. "Good to see you -- damn, girl! You've gotten so much hotter! Before you were all (adopting a girly-girl voice) 'I'm hot but I don't know it', now you're all (adopting a vixen voice) 'I'm hot -- and I know it. Fuck me? Fuck you,' yeah! Yeah!" Regina hugged him. "Your body is great! Wow! I told you you'd find your niche, didn't I?" "Yeah, life is awesome for me, awesome." Brian then looked to his right. "Damn, Tammie Kwon, how you doing, babe?" "Never met you, not emotionally invested. Hi. Bye. Let's go." Tammie walked over to the Woroalmans to say her goodbyes. "Ahh...bye, Brian." Björn patted his friend on the shoulder. "We'll, ahh, call you when we get there." "See ya! See ya too Daniel, you too Kelly, stay kinky everyone." "Yeah, bye," Kelly grabbed her boyfriend and dashed towards the RV. "Bye, Brian," said Daniel. "No more saying bye!" said Brian. "It's all good, you do what you gots to do: wreck New Babolyn, yeah! International Lovers!" After their goodbyes to the Woroalman family -- Sally snuggling with Regina, Björn milking a hug with Carla, and Teddy, whilst cleaning the tub, getting a few more pointers from Tammie -- 'The International Lovers of Sex, Style and Sleep' went on board the vehicle they'd dubbed 'Mummy's Kissing Place'. "Okay, everyone here?" Daniel did a quick count, "Kelly, right here; Björn, yes, jerking; Regina and Tammie...are you girls in the bedroom?" "Yes," said Regina. "We're sleeping," said Tammie. "Champions' Rest: shut the fuck up." "Okay," he said with a whisper. Daniel started the ignition. "We...go!" *** The gang started their drive at around 8pm. They went through a long, long, long dirt road, going past fields, more fields, farms, lots of farms, and corn, an endless amount of corn. They drove past these farmlands for hours, finally out of South Gaudium by the tail-end of 1am. At that time, Daniel parked the RV on a sidewalk, deciding he needed to sleep, not wanting to test his theory that death was impossible in Tabootopia. "Hmmmm!" He stretched himself out in his beige leather driver's seat, looking out at the pitch black road in front of him: small flickering lights way out in the distance, the trace outline of a large factory just about visible. He grabbed his shoulders as he cracked his neck, his body sore from manoeuvring the rumbling roads. Daniel then looked to his right, looking at his slumbering girlfriend, Kelly, all snuggled up in her recliner seat, her feet on the dasher board, a Lilo and Stitch blanket over her cute lite frame. "Aw." Daniel tiptoed over to Kelly, gently pushing her blanket back up. "Yuck." Daniel turned his head and saw Björn, his face ghostly, the laptop screen illuminating his scowl. Daniel smiled at his friend. He then ever-so-softly took his shoes off and walked gingerly over to Björn, sitting next to him on the slightly damp couch. "Not sleeping?" Daniel asked with a timid whisper. "No," replied Björn in a similar tone. "Umm, ahh, just about finished on my, umm, blog update...yes." "What you post?" "Umm, posed pictures of, ahh, one of Brian's sister-lovers, umm, Rita. Rare for a woman to pose for me, she even, ahh, ha-ha, oh, look." Björn showed the screen to Daniel, pointing out Rita's pose. "Nice, you got her in ducky position." "She, umm, liked doing it, yes, ha-ha...Daniel, I also have, umm, some really big news to, ahh, share." "Really?" he said with concern. "What is it?" "Are you seated? Oh you are. Okay: Hmmm, ahhhh... Paradise is coming out on Blu-Ray." "No way!" Daniel put his hand over his mouth. "Wow, really? When, where, when?" "It's, umm, exclusively coming out at, ahh, New Babylon's biggest department store: Racy's." Daniel was buzzing with excitement. "Yes! Okay, first thing we're buying is a TV, HD, then, a Blu-Ray player and this movie!" Björn's face glazed over as he thought of the joys of Paradise. "Ohhh, HD, Phoebe Cates, ummm, shower scene, naked, on beach, very naked. Oh. My. Lord." "It's incredible, she's, like, the hottest, like...ever in that movie!" Daniel toned down his voice, lowering his excitement. "None of this Blue Lagoon body-double bullshit: It's all her, all the way, naked, naked, naked! Ohhh, you know she was, like, pushing to be naked throughout filming, and her dad, oh fuck, her dad approved." "Hmmm, I watch it, umm, just remembering the, ahh, one fact of her nudity: 'her daddy told her to do it, her daddy said it was okay', hmmm, with, ahh, body like that, of course daddy wants his girl to be naked." "Do you remember her quote for why she, you know, didn't mind being naked? She said that she went topless all the time on family vacations!" "Yes! Umm, yes! Uncles, cousins, granddad, they all loved vacationing with Joseph's girl! Ha-ha! Umm, yes!" "That reminds me of my family vacations," said Daniel. "We'd have everyone there: cousins, aunts, uncles, all the family. The highlight was my cousin Teresa. Damn, she wore such nice swimsuits, nice slim one-pieces...wish I hadn't kissed her though, that was a crummy move." "Umm, yeah, yeah...I, umm, lost contact with my cousin Irena after she, umm, caught me sniffing her panties." "Oh yeah, I remember you writing about that. What her panties smell like?" "Lavender. They were fresh out of the dryer." "Didn't you avoid getting in trouble?" Björn nodded. "Yep, hmm, my parents gave me the benefit of the doubt because they didn't know about the, ahh, real me, h-aha....It funny that, ahh, back in Sweden, less people liked me, and they didn't know I was a pervert. Now, more people like me and I'm a real pervert, ha-ha." The boys' conversation was put on hold when they heard Kelly ruffling around. After a few seconds of silence, her gentle breathing returned, signalling her sleep. "Phew," said Daniel. "She does not like to be woken up..." "Hmm, yes, yes." Then, the laptop made a "ping!" "Sorry," Björn muted his computer and then looked at his instant message. Just like that, the giddy, excited pervert had shifted into a sombre, subdued teen. "PM?" asked Daniel. Björn nodded, typing in Swedish. "Yes." "Who from?" "Umm, my mother." "Ahh...she still thinks you're in California?" Björn gave a sly little smile, his gaze locked on the screen. "Ahh, yes...She's asking when I, umm, could visit. They'll never see me again: I won't even risk leaving, not even for a short visit." "Right on...Well, I'll leave you to it. See ya in the morning." "See you." Daniel walked across, sat on the folding chair, closed his eyes and went to sleep, able to zone out the repeated tap-tap-tap from Björn's laptop. *** 7am. Vrrrrrrrroooooooom!!! The gang was awoken when they heard a huge roar. "Huh, what?" Daniel opened his eyes and saw a huge dinosaur-like truck speed right past them, accompanied by a huge aftershock rumble. "EEK! D-D-Daniel, look." Kelly was startled by the beaming headlights and massive size of these 18-wheelers. "There's so many, ohh it looks so scary." A team of honking, booming vehicles was marching out of North Gaudium. The size and speed of these rampaging beasts made the comparatively small RV shake and tremble. Regina opened the bedroom door. "Hey, what the fuck?" The guys turned and looked at Regina with slack-jawed amazement: she was utterly, completely naked, her melons bouncing as the RV rocked, the open bedroom door wafting in a fragrance of hot, steamy lovin'. Daniel tried a response. "Uhh..." "Daniel!" shrieked Kelly. "Oh, right." He half-looked away from Regina. "Yeah, umm, after these things go past, we'll be setting off." "Fuck, that's loud," said Tammie from the bedroom. "Urgh, motherfuckers ruining my sleep!? FUCK!" she threw her pillow against the wall. The gang waited. As they did, they looked out at the soft glow of the morning sun, and looked at what these trucks were carrying: lumber, coal, and giant containers holding a large number of goods. "Ah," said Daniel. "This is the raw materials, produce, stuff they need to build things, plus stuff to sell, stuff from the mainland." "No one cares," Björn said bluntly. After the stampede of modern living had gone by, Daniel started the engine back up, driving the gang towards the town. As they approached this town, they saw large nameless factories, more than a dozen of varying sizes -- and many more of these buildings hidden or tucked away in the horizon. They also noticed the humid weather. "Damn it's warm." Daniel took his shirt off, a white tank top beneath. "Well, ahh, Carla said we better be naked, so..." Björn stripped down to his Star Wars boxers. "This feels good." "Uhh, yeah. I'm going to go change." Kelly stood up, averted her eyes from the erect C-3PO, and went into the bedroom. Björn jumped into the passenger's seat. North Gaudium was getting more and more visible, they soon able to see what this town was about. "Umm, wow," said Björn. "This is, ahh, local place, yes...small town, yes." Björn was right. This was a classic small town. Just one look at the centre of this town said much about it: no brand names, just "Tim's Hardware," "Taylor's Tailors," and "Phil's Meat." The main centre piece was the cinema, a turn-of-the-century-style building in which matinees were shown. That day's main feature: Mom Wars VIII: Deviant Methods. The North Gaudium city centre was what Our Haven's was modelled on, but, as the teens got closer, they could see the clear differences between Our Haven and North Gaudium's shopping areas: it was the architecture and the design. Our Haven's shopping area was designed as a homage to yesteryear, made with the thoughts of the past yet with all the modern fittings. North Gaudium wasn't a homage: it had its past burned deep within its walls, its roads and its buildings. Rickety-looking sections and barn-like Spaghetti Western buildings proved that this town had been standing for a long, long time. While driving in, they saw a big sign over their heads: "Welcome to North Gaudium". Once inside, the teens chugging little motor got warm smiles and waves from the small number of locals that were awake at this hour. As it turned out, it was the people that were the biggest defining image of North Gaudium. It was as if the world's population had converged in this one small spot and entered into a melting pot -- a real melting pot, as in stirred around and served as a unique combination of all the above ingredients. Everyone was a mixture, all of them unique, one of a kind, tall, large, small, black, brown, white, and everything in between -- yet united, undoubtedly, under one banner. These were true Tabootopia originals, the product of an undefined number of years of free-flowing procreation. Björn happily waved out of the window, the RV looking tiny in the gigantic roads made for the monstrous trucks. "Umm, hello, ahh, yes, hello, hi." The heat only intensified when they got deeper in to the town: the smog and humidity from the local factories had made this an exceedingly warm place, as typified by the attire of most locals: shorts and tank tops. Björn smiled and nodded. "Hmm, warm here, yes." "Yeah, I feel it," said Daniel as he tugged at his top. "Ahh...I wasn't talking about the, umm, ahh, weather." Björn pointed to a nearby group. "Them, ahh, check them out...Jesus!" Casually walking across the hot concrete was a stunning visual of pure beauty: a group of bikini-clad teen girls. They were not hard to miss, their bodies drawing in all that went past them, huge smiles across their pretty faces, their giggling and chattering a holy gospel that drew in light and sweetness. Among this group of eight girls was a pick-and-mix that would appeal to any connoisseur of fine teen girls; girls from various backgrounds, from dark chocolate to pearly white milk, all while sharing some tasty traits: slim frames, long legs, budding breasts, barefooted, all wearing tank tops over their bikini-tops, their nipples protruding underneath the cotton clothing. As the RV came closer, the girls' gaze shifted to 'Mummy's Kissing Place', their stares like needles into piping hot red blood cells. "WHOA!" shouted Björn, heavily enamoured by the siren song of these angelic creatures, drawn in by their seductive waves and blown kisses. One of the girls then held up a sign, a sign which made Daniel stutter-stop. "Washing all vehicles." Björn had seen it. No 'umm' or 'ahh' from him. Only the most serious of tones. "Daniel, my friend...stop this RV...right now." Daniel gave a military nod. He manoeuvred the vehicle onto the curb, with no solid reason why, just following whatever the pretty beauties asked him to do. "Daniel!" Kelly ripped open the door, wearing a sleeveless black shirt and small cargo shorts, no bangles for once, this heat so scorching that it would most likely melt the metal. "Hey, what's going on? Why'd we stop?" Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 08 "Wow, you look really hot," said Daniel. "Oh thanks, you're looking nice with all that sweat on your arms -- hey! I heard girls, what's going on?" Björn jumped out of his seat, grabbed the door handle and tried tearing it off. "Umm, no time to explain, ahh, ahh! Öppet, öppet!" "Björn," said Daniel. "Calm down, twist and turn." "Ah, okay, and, yep, gotcha." He jumped out of the RV. "I, ah." Daniel went towards the exit, but before he could, Kelly rushed past him, looked outside and spotted the bikini-clad girls. "Oh my God! You pervert!" Dangerous Dan (the nickname never caught on) went out of his perverted state and into Boyfriend Mode, looking for how to rationalize his motives. "You see, there's this, umm, yeah, diner, like, right there, and, you know, we can eat and...get this thing clean?" "Don't you lie to me! You just came because those girls made you do it!" "Well...ah...yeah?" Kelly sighed. "...You're such a pervert," she said with a little grin. He put his arm around her. "Come on, let's see what these girls got to offer, I mean, non-sexually." "Yeah, sure." The couple stepped into the hot humid climate. Björn was still standing near the RV, too intimidated to approach the angelic creatures of feared and desired lust. "Come on," said Daniel. "Ahhh, okay, yes." The three walked to the girls. "Hi!" the girls said in unison, holding hands, red buckets and an array of sponges behind them. "You want us to wash your big van?" asked a cute freckly red-haired girl, her accent distinctly Irish. "It's sooooo big," said a Chinese-looking girl with dreadlocks. "We-we have money!" shouted Björn. "Ahem, uhh, ha-ha, ahh." He dug into his pockets. "I got, umm, ahh, around...twenty klums?" Daniel looked in his pockets. "I got thirty!" "Eh," said the redheaded girl. "That's allright for around...ninety minutes." Just then, Regina and Tammie came out of the RV. Regina wore a dark blue tank top and little cotton booty shorts which had "squirty" written on the backside. Tammie wore a cut-off mid-riff exposing halter-top with tight spandex leggings. Björn leapt towards Regina and Tammie. "Ahh, ladies, you, umm, you got that packet of money!? Can we use it!?" "No!" said Tammie. "That's mine; I need it for living expenses. Ugh, I mean, look at me: I'm a wreck! I need to find a good place to eat, I need my protein, I need my carbs -- and new clothes!" She tugged at her top. "All these juices have seeped in! This is not how a champion dresses." Kelly walked towards Tammie, examining her style. "Well, I personally think you look great: your abs are so firm and flat. Plus I really like the leggings; they really complement your calves. Your shape is just great; you pull this sporty look off so well." "Hey thanks, Tightness." Tammie put her arm around Kelly. "I'm taking you shopping with me. Come, let these cum droppers jerk to their jailbait. Coming, Regina?" Regina had to choose between her two loves: shopping and sexy women. A choice between her primal womanly instincts and...her primal womanly instincts. Since it was shopping with Tammie, her undisputed No.1 love, she went with that. "Okay, shopping it is," she said with a shrug. The girls went looking for essentials while the boys were given deck chairs. They sat down, kicked their shoes off, laid back and relaxed. After counting the money, the girls took their cotton tops off, their breasts springing to life, so pert, round, and oh-so snugly fitted into their bikini-tops. Next, the girls grabbed their buckets and sponges and walked towards the now-filthy RV. Their bare feet slapped against the smouldering concrete. The friction between their hotness and the heated floor created a hot wet mist that enveloped these impending gorgeous creatures. Then they climbed, scaled the motor vehicle, going to the right, to the left, and the top, all with sponges and buckets in hand, ready to earn their pocket money. "Hey, enjoy the show," said the redhead with a wink. What a show it was: a spectacle of some of God's most beautiful, graceful and elegant earthbound creatures. These were beings that had reached a stage in which anything was possible, their limbs such that they could twist, pivot, turn, move with such effortless ease. The boys watched with huge grins as the girls dove into their work, scrubbing every corner of the RV. A dark-haired white girl in a yellow bikini got on her knees and scrubbed the tyres, her tight little butt wiggling in motion. With a little bit of soap down her chin, she turned to the boys and spoke with a cute Eastern-European accent: "I doing it right? It good for you?" The boys nodded. She smiled. "I keep on doing." And she did, always making extra sure that her little butt wiggled as their tongues waggled. It wasn't just these girls' movements that got these boys at maximum attention: it was how they moved, how they walked, the motion of their hips moving side-to-side, the classic feminine prowler, the kind which draws eyes to them wherever they go. Daniel and Björn could tell that this collection of beauties was the best of the best, the hottest girls in any school that would have them. The boys were both right and wrong with that assumption: Yes, if opinions were tabulated and correlated, these girls would be the hottest at their local high schools, but the boys were wrong in thinking they'd want that title. Tabootopia teens, even the cute girls, are not concerned with clichéd popularity contests. That's because in Tabootopia schools, from bell-to-bell, to 9-till-5, there is nothing but fun; there are no worries of fitting in or any of that other garbage which takes away from the school experience. This attitude was shared by all of North Gaudium: 'Let's all have some fun, and everything else will be okay.' Naturally, this laissez-faire attitude had created huge motivation for residents and school students to be early to wherever they needed to be and to work their hardest. Why? Because waking up in the morning is easy when you know you're going to be eating Cristina's pussy before lunch. "Lookit, lookit!" Daniel pointed to a tall tanned girl. This brunette beauty had her knees on the bonnet of the RV, sponge and bucket in hand. She gently rubbed the soap onto her chest, leaned down towards the windscreen, and used her little boobies as sponges, using them to wash the screen. "It works, it works," she said with little-girl glee. The boys had to admire these sinful cherries, had to admire that these girls were at an age where they could pull off an impressive feat: being sexy while also being so loveably adorable. And these girls knew their charms, and they made sure to exaggerate both their hot and cute motions: constantly wiggling their taut firm buttocks, all while their bikini bottoms bunched up and exposed their tight bare cheeks. Aww...yeah. "Bloody boiling!" shouted the redheaded girl. "I don't want sunburn. Jamie, rub some cream on me, come on, baby." Jamie, a blonde with short hair, grabbed a bottle of sun cream, squirted it on her hands, and gently rubbed it on her friend's freckly pale back. "Soft!" said the redhead, her eyes right on Björn and Daniel, smiling at them as the cream seeped into her skin. "Jamie, get some on my behind too; my daddy just hates it when I get a red bum, hee-hee." The boys remained transfixed, glued to the action unfolding in front of them, watching every little thing these girls did, simply amazed at how these teenage girls could stay so lovable. The secret of their power? Well, favourable genetics and timing -- and also much harking back to their foregone years: pouting, frowning, giddy smiles, kitten-like playfulness, running, jumping, rubbing soap on each other, splashing each other, and breaking into hysterical girly giggling fits. All so heart-warmingly cute...and downright sexy. The tanned brunette girl tossed her sponge against the windscreen, folded her arms, pouted, and huffed. "I don't wanna wash the front: it makes my knees sore! Hmm!" The redhead girl picked the sponge up and fluffed it against the brunette's face. "Oh please~ pretty, pretty please~." The brunette tried relenting, but she couldn't hold her frown. "Okay, okay. But I want a big, huge, massive, dripping...chocolate sundae!" She stamped her feet on the floor. "Ohhh! Come on, come on, kiss-promise, kiss-promise!" The redhead pecked the brunette on the lips. "Mwah! See, deal?" "Yay!" She happily got back on the bonnet and washed away while humming, "I'm gonna get a sundae~ I'm gonna get a sundae~." Retaining these cute characteristics was a key part of their charm, because whether they knew it or not, they had the power to have every guy eating out of the palm of their hands. It's a somewhat secret skill that grown women use to get what they want. It's called acting like a little girl. Don't ask why it works. "The tightness...everything so tight," mumbled Daniel. The tightness, the firmness, the elasticity, it was a true pleasure to watch. A small window of a girl's life; a lifetime of dirty memories. Pretty Baby indeed, these were butts that needed to be captured, tits that needed framing, all to be caught as they were, so they could be admired by future generations. So that Granddad can dust out the photo album and say to the grandkids, "Look, your mother had quite the body." "Oh, boys." The redhead stood in front of the guys, grabbed a bucket of water and poured it over herself. "I'm Alisa." She spat the water out, smiled, and with a twinkle in her bright auburn eyes, said, "See?" she pointed to her crotch, "I ain't a fake: I'm an all-natural redhead." *** By midday, Tammie, Regina and Kelly had finished their clothes shopping. Feeling the need to recharge, they popped into the local diner. This was the type of diner which had the slightly shaky wooden square tables, the chequered glossy table covers, and the kind of atmosphere where you'd expect your buddy to just suddenly walk in. At this time and day, the diner was chock-a-block with men on their lunch breaks from their factory jobs. These men were all chatty and friendly with each other, and they were doing their best to make the young girls feel welcome, shooting them polite, subtly perverted glances, acknowledging their hotness with a tip of their well-worn hardhats. "Man, all these guys remind me of my dad," noted Regina. "You guys hear that? I said you all remind me of my dad...I like my dad." The large, burly men smiled and graciously nodded. "Thank you, thank you," they said. Regina grinned. "I knew they'd like that." "Oh my God, so many bags," groaned Kelly, even though she'd picked out most of the clothing. "Uh, what's left?" she asked as she ate her pancakes. "We got to buy food," said Regina. "I think that's kinda important." Tammie chomped on her nutrition bar and agreed. "We need to find someone to carry all these bags." She looked around the diner for an able-bodied soldier, one that could carry the load and gel with the female teen trio, but all she saw was middle-aged bearded men. Kind men, for sure, but also exactly like the 'uncle' these girls had all encountered, the one that always makes them sit on his knee. "I want...hmm, him!" Tammie pointed at a short young teen that was walking down the street. "Excuse me, could someone bring that boy in here?" An African man heard Tammie's request. He opened the door and spoke to the passing boy. "Excuse me, but that girl," he pointed out Tammie, "is asking for you." "Me?" said the boy in disbelief. "Yes," the man said with a kind chuckle. "Go on in." The boy approached the girls' table, like a subject being called to his queen. This mocha-skinned, trim, brown-haired, 5'6 teenager was wearing a workman's jacket, a white shirt and blue jeans. There was an air of gentle approachability around him, along with a fragrance of melted copper. The kinda boy that attractive teen girls like to have around: clean, nice, will look at your butt but not touch. "We need someone to carry our bags," ordered Tammie. "You, hold our bags while we go to the supermarket." "Yes, no problem, thank you," he said with a little hint of French in his voice. Kelly was not comfortable with this power being wielded. "Umm, I feel kinda bad. Sorry, kid, this seems kinda crummy..." She turned to the girls and whispered, "He'll want sex, right? I won't do it with him -- no offense," she said to him. "None taken." Kelly turned back to Regina and Tammie. "So, are you two going to...?" Regina had a fair compromise: "Ahh we'll let him wack off to us. Hey, kid, you can watch me and her have sex," she said as she pointed to Tammie. "Thank you very much!" he said. "Let's get going," said Tammie. The girls stood up. Tammie towered over the boy. "Hey, what's your name?" she asked. "I'm-I'm Frankie." She rubbed her fingers in his small curly hair. "Hmm, your curls remind me of my gym teacher's bush...Heh, I like you already, Frankie." "Oh, err...Thank you very much!" *** Inside the supermarket, in the frozen drinks aisle, Tammie was carefully reading the contents of a milk carton. "A two-litre, hmm, that's...carry the eight, yep." "Come on," said Regina. "Pick one." "Don't rush me," quipped Tammie. "A champion needs to pick just the right fuel." "Hmm, take your time, Tammie," said Kelly. She was nestled next to the large freezer. "It's so cool here, feels so good." Regina joined in. "Yeah, you're right. Try this out, Frankie." Teen boy Frankie shuffled over, his arms dangling with bags of clothing. "Nice, thank you." Tammie had made her decision. "Okay. This." She cracked open the bottle and chugged down the ice-cold milky beverage. "Ahh!" "Tammie!" whispered Kelly. "Isn't that illegal?" "Not unless you pay for it," she said with milk running down her chin. "I need this, I need this calcium; your boyfriend and his little buddy filled our tiny fridge with Sprite and 7-up. Go on, you have some too." Tammie threw a smaller milk carton to Kelly. "Go ahead; you're still a growing girl." "Uhh, okay." Kelly opened the container and took a little lady sip. "Hmm...fresh! Hey, give some to Frankie, he looks thirsty." "Oh, no need, thank you." "No! Go ahead, pick whatever," said Regina. "What you want? Pick anything from this freezer, we got the cash; me and Tammie made a huge bonus from our porno movie." Tammie pointed to herself. "That big payday is all from 'Be my Bi-Bi-Baby'. Of course, I'm used to this star treatment, heh-heh, just happy to let my fav bitch bask in it with me." Regina grabbed Tammie's carton and took a hit of the white stuff. "No-no: it was these," she grabbed her breasts, "these drew them in. Hmm, yummy milk. Wait: girls really keep growing after eighteen? Maybe my boobs will get bigger." Tammie giggled, and then gave her lover a milky peck. "Let's hope so." Frankie was grateful for this blessed meet: "Thank you...May I have some of that drink over there, please. Oh, sorry, I can't move my arms." "Allow me." Charitable Kelly held the back of Frankie's head as she poured his drink of choice, chocolate milk, down his throat. "Oh, thank you so much." "You're very welcome." "Thank you...Umm, girls, sorry, not wanting to be a bother here, but would you mind if I bought some goods of my own? It's only a small amount." Regina shrugged. "Yeah, sure." "I have a list here." Frankie tried putting his hand in his jeans, but the shopping bags around his arms made it difficult. "Oh shoot, just if I could -- drat, sorry about this." Kelly backed away. "Sorry Frankie, I'd help you out and all, but I don't wanna put my hands near your crotch -- no offense, it's just that I have a boyfriend and it wouldn't feel right." "No, that's perfectly fine, thank you," said Frankie as he struggled to put his hand inside his right pocket. "Let me." Regina approached him and dug her hand in. Her fingers grazed past his pecker and her boobs bounced against his face. "Thank you so much," he said with a cherry-red face. "Hmm..." Regina grabbed the list and surveyed it. "Scented candles, flowers, soft music...This sounds like stuff someone would use for a date." Tammie agreed: "Exactly the stuff a guy uses when wining and dining. Yeah, my History teacher used the same stuff when he invited me to his house. Jerk thought he could woo me. 'Oh, I was alone too, oh I know what it means to be different, oh let me take the father figure role in your life'. Know what he got?" she pointed to her rolled-up fist. "Pow! In the mouth, because, for one, I already have an awesome dad, and, two, thinking a weak little bitch-man like him could take advantage of me. Motherfucker, I took his lamp and never made him think the same about it!" "Eww," remarked Kelly. "Perverts in the real world are so creepy. Trying to lie and trick you into doing stuff. At least guys here are honest." Regina nodded. "Yep, yep...So, Frankie, who's all this stuff for? Got a hot date?" "No, no, this is not for me... it's for my mom." "Banging your mom, huh?" said Tammie. "Oh no-no-no, nothing like that. I've set-up a date with my mom and my boss from work." "You want your boss to bang your mom?" asked Tammie. Frankie looked at the floor. "You know, it's just, he's been so good to me since I moved here, and she's so great to me too, so I thought I'd do something nice for the two of them. I mean, yeah, I know they'd enjoy it if they did, you know, it. I'd enjoy it if they did it, but-but not in a weird way...sorry." Frankie felt embarrassed. He thought the girls were going to dismiss his kind-yet-perverted gesture as a weird, freaky, let's-ignore-it-and-never-mention-it-again type of deal. But the opposite happened. "You got no food on this list," noted Regina. "Uh, sorry, I just thought I'd find some. Sorry, I didn't plan it out that well." "We'll help, right?" Regina looked at the two girls. "For sure," replied Tammie. "But this counts as your payment: we do this, you won't see me and Regina have sex." "Okay, I accept, yes, please, thank you." "I wanna help you, too," said Kelly. "The whole fetish you got going on is not really my thing -- but my boyfriend and his friend love that kinda stuff. If we bring them along, they'd so help you. Trust me, they know, like, everything about this kinda stuff. They're total perverts." "Thank you so much, really. I, ah, have some money. Please use it to buy the items. It's in my other pocket." Regina dug into Frankie's left pocket. "All right, let's do this. Oh, Frankie, nice girth." *** Back at the RV, the N.G girls' show was still in full swing. And due to the kind donations from passersby, their performance had been extended. By now the RV was at the near-limits of full sparkle. A Colombian girl put her knees on the roof of the RV, grabbed her sponge, and squeezed, letting the soap run down her chest. The crowd of a dozen-or-so men cheered her on. "Yeee!" Björn said with a shriek. "Ahhh! That -- oh, she! she!" He was pointing at a long-legged Filipino girl that was straddling the top of the RV, riding it, her pussy lips grinding against the hard metal. The girl winked at Björn, looking right at him as she humped the motor vehicle. "Ah, ah, ah!" she groaned. "I, I, cum?" "Cum, please!" he shouted. "Ahh, yes, yes!" Meanwhile, Daniel was chatting with Alisa, she tactfully wiggling her bum as they spoke. "So others from Our Haven have come through here?" he asked. "Ai, a couple. We just had the In-Crowd come through. Wow, those were some girls! They had everyone and everything: boys, girls, men, women, they tore through this town!" "Wow, I hope we don't run into them -- wait, no, I hope we do." Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 08 At around 1pm, the girls returned. Frankie was walking in front of the girls, his arms outstretched, shopping bags going from his armpit to his little fingers. "Oh the girls are back," said Daniel. "And they got themselves a slave." Frankie approached the boys with his head down. "Hi, hello, are you two Björn and Daniel?" "I'm Daniel. Björn is the dude in the boxers that's jacking himself." "I see, thank you. Could you please open me the door?" "Sure thing." Daniel opened the RV door for Frankie. "Go on in. Made you their slave, did they?" "Yes, something like that, thank you." "Here, let me help you with those bags." "Thank you." Regina, Tammie and Kelly walked in after Frankie and unloaded their bags inside the RV. Then Regina called everyone together. "Björn, Björn!?" Regina shouted. "Come inside, I got something to say." "Wait, just need to...okay, okay, umm, I'm in." With everyone there, Regina put her hands on Frankie's shoulders and addressed the group. "Everyone, we've agreed to help Frankie set-up his house for a date between his mom and his boss...did I say that right?" Kelly took a stab at explaining: "We're gonna help him prepare a meal and clean his house, so his mom and boss can have a date, which, I guess, he wants to end with...sex?" Frankie nodded. "Yes, thank you all so much." Björn raised his hand. "Umm, hold on. Frankie, you, umm, want your mother to have sex with your boss?" "Yes, please." "I'm in! I just, umm, wanted to make sure. I'm excited! Daniel?" "Abso--friggin'--lutely we want to help! Frankie, tell us more, everything you can." Daniel and Björn approached Frankie, taboo adrenaline rushing through their veins, both as excited as Damon Welch would've been if he stumbled onto the set of One Million Years B.C. Björn had his hands clasped. "Tell us, umm, details, about her life as a mother, go from there, go, yes, go." Usually calm Daniel was speaking a mile a minute: "Okay, tell us about her, how she looks, ethnicity, everything, all the details. Tell us what she's like, tell us what her life story is, tell us about her, tell us, tell us all you can!" "Thanks so much for your help, guys. Okay, umm, where to start?" Kelly smiled. "My Daniel is so cute when he's excited." "He's excited about a son hooking his own mom up with cock," said Tammie. "It's cuter when you don't say it like that...Aww, look at him...asking Frankie about his mother's underwear. Okay I'm not going to listen anymore. So, girls, can anyone here cook? Because I can't...at all." *** Frankie's house was a cosy one-story two-bedroom bungalow, located on a hillside that overlooked much of North Gaudium. Inside, the Inter-Lovers made their preparations for the evening's dinner. The girls cleaned and made sure the house was fit for purpose, which left the boys to make the meal. Daniel chitchatted while chopping the potatoes: "Regina's hot, so why should she learn to cook? Makes sense to me. Plus she has that teen girl metabolism, so she can eat whatever. Kelly, her mom pampered her, so she only learned the basics. Her mom probably guessed her girl would settle down with a nice boy that would take care of her...me, ahhh, it is me, isn't it? Hmmm...oh, where was I? And then there's Tammie, now Tammie can cook, but only healthy stuff, which is a no-no for Frankie's boss, Mr. Hermann. He's a total meat and potatoes man, wants his food hearty and full." "Uh-huh," agreed Björn, the man in charge of the piping-hot oven. He spoke with sweat rolling down his face. "It's, umm, yeah, makes sense to me...Okay, it says this will cook in an hour, but I'm going for sixty-five -- no, sixty-six minutes." In the bedroom, Tammie, Regina and Frankie were appraising the centrepiece of the room. "Step back." Tammie hit the bed with an effortless axe kick. "Hmm, springy, solid, a little soft for my tastes. What do your mom and boss weigh?" "Her, around one-twenty-five. Him, hmmm, two-fifty, maybe a little more." "So around three-hundred-seventeen pounds of flesh...Yeah, this bed should handle that. Regina, can you get on your back for me?" "Okay," Regina lay herself down on the bed. Frankie was warming in anticipation. "All right, let's test this." Tammie got on the bed, on her hands and knees, right on top of Regina. Tammie performed a humping motion, her vagina slamming into Regina's. "Let me just..." Tammie then accelerated her pace, the bed frame hitting the wall with a satisfying thud. "Yep, this is a good bed, it will do." Tammie stood up, grabbed Regina's hand, and pat her on the butt for a job well done. "Thanks, babe. Good bed, Frankie. It's a single, yeah, but it's got some nice manoeuvring space, nice leg room. If it was me, I'd prefer a double, because, you know, I'm a professional, and great at this, but for your boss's needs? For sure, he can make your mom cream in this bed." "Thank you very much," replied Frankie. "Thanks so much for your help --" he paused when he saw the girls' eyes move downward; their casual humping had given the little guy a big boner. "For a short guy, his width is surprisingly good," Regina said coolly, as if she was examining a science subject. Tammie nodded. "The blood to his cock just goes straight, like an arrow, straight up, no curves, no slide, nice, nice." Frankie was sweating, his hard-on only growing more painful as the taut teen stunners heaped praise upon him, their compliments like fuel to a raging inferno. "Thank-thank-thank --" "Hit the showers," ordered Tammie. "Get naked, beat off, cool down, come back fresh." "Yes, yes, thank you." As he turned to the bathroom, Coach Tammie slapped his ass. "Come on, show some hustle! Jerk that meat, go on, go hard!" "Yes, thank you!" Frankie dashed into the bathroom and then into the shower. "I like him, he's cute," noted Tammie. "I feel sisterly towards him, like I would playwrestle with him in my bra and thong -- and I'd win, of course, because that's what I do: I'm a winner. Eventually creating a complex which would make him permanently attracted to strong women." Regina nodded. "You know, you're nicer than you let on." Tammie put her arm around Regina, laying a quick peck on her cheek. "I know...just don't tell anyone: I got a reputation to keep, don't want to become a cuddler, ohh." She shivered. "But you're such a nice snuggle-buddy." "Shhh! With you, yes, but with other girls? They fear me -- and they want me." Regina looked around. "...You don't need to act tough; there's no cameras around." "Oh, but I am tough -- ask Polly's gynaecologist." *** A woman opened her front door, surprised to see a pretty, young girl sweeping the floor. "Oh, hello there," said the elegant, forty-something woman. This beauty's skin was smooth and dark, her raven hair wavy, luscious and full. She was wearing a summer dress, her finer features concealed by the bright light of the evening sun. "Hi, sorry, did I spook you?" replied Kelly. "I'm-I'm not doing anything wrong, just helping --" The woman shook her head, speaking with an understated French accent. "Don't worry, dear: I know this is a peaceful place. I'm sure you have a good reason to be here. May I ask what it is?" "Your son wants you to have sex with his boss," Kelly blurted out. "Oh I'm so sorry! That sounds so, uhh..." "Perfect, I've been wanting to meet him." She went inside and shut the door. Upon entry inside the house, this beauty's true womanly curves came to light: succulently firm breasts, hypnotic hips, and a round, juicy butt. "I've heard he's such a nice man, really been good to my boy. Sorry, I've not introduced myself: I'm Venetia Beauvais, whom you correctly assumed as Frankie's mother." "Hello, nice to meet you, I'm Kelly." She shook the woman's hand. "Wow, soft, do you moisturize? Your complexion is beautiful. I like your dress, though it would be a little more va-va-voomy if you unbuttoned a few buttons -- sorry! I sound like a pervert! I just --" "Don't worry, dear. Thank you, you are too kind. So is this dinner soon?" "Yes, under an hour away." "Oh then I best get ready." Venetia went for the stairs, but then paused. "Say, Kelly, you seem like a really fashionable girl, mind helping me pick out an outfit?" "I'd love that." "Thank you so much. Please, come, come up the stairs -- oh, also, if you don't mind," she rubbed her hand around her vaginal region, "could you please help me trim around here? I have no clue about what's fashionable or not. I don't want to shave it all off, just a small trim. Fair warning, the area is a bit of a wilderness." She giggled. "Would that be asking too much?" "No, I'd love to. I shave my mom all the time." Frankie then came down the stairs, spotting his mom and Kelly going towards the bathroom. "Nice surprise you planned," said Venetia. She kissed her son on the cheek. "How thoughtful, I'm looking very forward to it, thank you." "Thanks, Mom. Thank you too, Kelly. You both going to the bathroom?" "Yeah," replied Kelly. "I'm going to get naked with your mom and then shave her vagina -- do not get turned on by that!" *** He was coming. The house could feel it. They were ready, ready for him. The house was spotless, the food prepared, the table set for his arrival. Not wanting to clutter the house, Tammie and Regina went outside to get acquainted with the garden hose, while Daniel, Kelly and Björn hid themselves in the kitchen. Frankie waited by the door, looking at his watch, knowing the exact moment his boss would arrive: Seven on the dot. It was 6:59 and 50 seconds when he came... Knock. Knock. It begins. Frankie rushed towards the door and opened it. "Hello, Mr. Herrmann, thank you for coming." "It is my pleasure," he said in a thick German accent. He extended his hand and Frankie shook it; Frankie's hand was almost lost in this man's meaty paw. Kelly, Daniel and Björn peeked from the kitchen, and gasped when they saw this white bear-like creature stamp into the house. This grizzly man was Richard Hermann. Right upon entry he took his shoes and socks off, making himself feel at home in his employee's household. As the teens could attest, the first and most immediate trait of Richard Hermann was his imposing size: 6'5 and 255 pounds of thick granite, a body crafted by the hard daily grind he endured at his metal factory. His face also said much about him: looking all of his 55 years of age, his skin rough and covered with stubble, his hair thinning and grey -- and, most noticeably, an expression of silent might. From just one glance you could tell that this was not a man to be messed with. So why did Frankie want his mother to have sex with this man? Simple: it was because Richard was Frankie's father figure. He was a true alpha male, a man that looked out for the boy, that trained him how to work -- and taught him how to be a man. By arranging this date, Frankie was just following his instincts as he, the boy, wanted this great man to be thanked the right way, the most honoured and sacred way a shepherding alpha male father figure should be thanked: sex with that boy's appreciative mother. This being Tabootopia, this fantasy didn't need to be hidden: it could be acted out in the open. Richard wore a white shirt with plain blue boxer shorts. His huge thick shoulders pulled the shirt to its limits, and the shorts exposed his bulge. Only seconds had passed and yet Richard had already marked his domain. He felt comfortable, relaxed -- and then felt a surge of hot blood when he heard the coming footsteps. Gentleman Richard stood with his hands clasped near his crotch, awaiting the woman's arrival. "Frankie, stand straight." "Yes, Sir," he said without a second's hesitation. Then she came down the stairs. Upon the first view, Richard felt his clasped hands be pulled wide apart. Venetia's dark, sensual curves were a smooth, perfect fit for her choice of attire: a tight purple dress. Her hips swayed with each movement. Her breasts bounced with each step. Her face was radiant, aided by just a small dash of make-up, a small sprinkle that only accentuated her natural beauty. Her hair was exotic; her wavy dark locks tied back by pins, with the edges dangling down the sides. In all, she was a full, complete package of dusky hot seduction. Venetia indeed looked wonderful in her elegant yet drop-dead sexy dress -- but the dress wasn't the actual reason why Richard's libido had reached raging hard levels. The styling helped, for sure, but it was what Venetia didn't wear that appealed to Richard the most. What made Richard so stiff was that this dazzling woman...wore no shoes. Her bare feet against that thin carpet had this steelman's forehead dripping with sweat. Why? It was not a foot fetish. No, what Richard admired so deeply was the symbolism of the act, the message she immediately sent by not wearing shoes. To him, a barefoot woman was a domesticated woman -- and Richard loved a domesticated woman...especially one that immediately showed him her willingness to be in a complete state of humble submission... "Hello, very pleased to meet you: I am Venetia, Frankie's mother." She put out her hand. "Good evening, I am Richard, you look gorgeous this evening." He held her hand, kissed it, then, leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, the edge of his lips meeting hers, his stubble rubbing against her skin, his manly musk going right into her airways. Despite his unconventional looks, Venetia felt her cheeks glowing -- especially when she saw the outline of his piece. But Lady Venetia kept her poise, keeping her eyes on his face. She smiled and pointed towards the dining area. "Thank you for coming. Please, this way." "No, allow me," he said with a strong gentleman's firmness. He took her soft hand and led her to the dining table. Richard was glad to be there -- but became oh-so-more pleased with his decision when he got a good, hard look at Venetia's shapely, curvaceous behind. It was an intoxicating sight, a sight which had his inner thermostat reach boiling levels. A man with a only a glimmer less control would've put his hands on that delicious rump, lifted her up, put her over the table, and allowed his animal side to take control. That would've been an easy task for him, a quick and simple feat for a man with Richard's dimensions -- yet an option he wouldn't even consider. Why? Because Richard didn't desire a quick, easy, snap-bang encounter with this woman. He wanted only full satisfaction. To achieve that, he needed to complete the full ceremonial process, which, on this occasion, started with a nice, cordial family dinner. Only after feasting would he ravish his woman. And, yes, he already considered Venetia as his woman. Only a minute or two had elapsed since he set foot in the house and already he felt right at home. A full meal was on the table, the configuration set for three, with seats on the left, right and front. Venetia sat on the right, Frankie on the left, Richard taking the seat at the front of the table. "Hmm, and who are the children behind me?" he asked as he took his royal throne. "They made this meal," replied Frankie. "I couldn't have done this without them," he said as he looked at them gratefully. Björn and Daniel nodded, not wanting to speak, wanting the spotlight to be on the diners. "You look so hot, Miss B," whispered Kelly. "Thank you," she replied with a wink, pleased with the work Kelly had done. Richard turned to the boys. "You made this? It looks wonderful." He turned to Venetia. "Oh; please excuse me, but do you mind if I try a piece?" "Please do," said Venetia. Richard grabbed a turkey leg and chomped into it. "Hmm...Great! Great job, boys. Say, are you the people with the RV?" he said as he took another chomp. "Yes, we are," replied Daniel. "Little rusty. I'll fix some dents; don't even say no, it is my payment." "Thank you, Sir," said Björn. "Hmm, yes, you are very welcome." He turned to Venetia and Frankie, "I like how everyone here is family, it feels good. Go on Frankie, eat, eat." He patted the boy's cheek. "Go on." Frankie smiled and ate. Richard's eyes turned exclusively to Venetia, his libido rising higher as he gazed into her soft brown eyes. "Hmm, this really is delicious. Thank you for inviting me." "It's my pleasure," she replied with a soft hum. Richard nodded. "Please, Venetia, tell me a little about yourself, such as where you are from, originally." "Well, I'm originally from Montreal. I have one son. I came here about a year or two ago. I work as a typist, and I'm currently very, very...single." Frankie could read his mother's signals: the fluttering eyelids, the 'come-hither' look, the movement of her lips, the tone of her voice, the glow in her cheeks. Everything, everything she did screamed out one loud message: Fuck me -- now. Frankie was seeing something a son rarely sees: A woman stripping off the reigns of motherhood and slipping into the veil of a seductress. For Frankie, seeing his own mother flirt in this overt manner made him feel like he was peeking into a side of his mother that was intensely illicit, yet, he couldn't look away, couldn't look away even if he wanted to...and he didn't want to stop looking. Frankie had bought a front row seat to this show, and he was dead-set on enjoying this forbidden thrill ride. "Yes, as I am, single, too," replied Richard. He'd read Venetia's signals, loud and clear, yet remained cool, calm, composed, even though he was looking at exactly the kind of woman he'd always dreamed about: dark, seductive, and very, very hungry. German Richard then talked about his background, his upbringing, his rise to management level, how he managed a highly proficient 'mittelstand' factory in Dusseldorf. He then told her how he came to Tabootopia and the day-to-day duties he had in his own North Gaudium factory. He was in autopilot as he relayed his life story. Not because he was disinterested. Not at all. It was because Richard's focus had been drawn elsewhere... Venetia's lips. His eyes were fixated on her dazzling lips; so full, soft, wet, and, due to the salad dressing, had been glazed with sweet hot honey, her lips shining with a golden hue, her allure so very, very...enticing. Yet his composure stayed throughout, no sweat, no stumbling, no falling down. "That is my story," he finished. "I try not to wonder where I am, I just enjoy life. Grateful and honoured to be...here." "Richard, I must again thank you," said Venetia. "I'm very grateful to you, for being so good to my son." Richard put his hand on Frankie's shoulder, smiled at him, and then looked at his mother. He spoke with honest pride: "This is a good boy. He polite, he listen well, he does what he told, he never complain. I know he won't be doing my factory job forever. He smart boy, he'll go far, and I support him. You did very good job raising him." This father-son scene made Venetia's chest feel very warm indeed. "Thank you, and thank you so much for everything. I see you've improved him so much as a person. His confidence and everything...Thank you." "Yeah, thanks, Sir," said Frankie. Richard then gave Frankie a stern look. "You always stay on good path, yes? You never let me or your mother down." "Yes, Sir." "Okay, now let's eat." Venetia's whole body started to heat up. That warmness inside her was due to what she saw in front of her: Richard as the father to her son, his strong manly influence in her boy's life, a scene that warmed her heart...and the rest of her body. Seeing Richard at the head of the table, enjoying his meal, exuding a much-needed masculine influence in the household, made Venetia tingle with excitement, the likes of which she'd only ever felt when she was younger, when her daddy was in charge, bringing home the meat, taking care of business...and making a very loud ruckus with Momma during bedtime. Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 09 Copyright © 2012, Surt, ALL Rights Reserved. Knowledge of prior Tabootopia chapters is not essential for this story but it is recommended. Anyone involved in anything sexual is at least eighteen-years-old. Feedback is always appreciated and replied to. Thanks for reading and enjoy! :) The Celebrity Templates are: Amanda Bynes is Regina Cestin Erin Sanders is Kelly Vanderbosch *** Early morning. Grey skies. Rain clouds hovering in the horizon. Looked to be a drizzly day. A bald suntanned man looked away from his laptop, looked out his hotel window and shook his head. "Weather," he said with a deep sigh. The dreary grey clouds made him long for his home; his always sunny, nice, peaceful home. Tunisia was not supposed to be this rainy, yet this was the hand he was dealt. It was a cold and rainy day -- and this man very rarely had cold and rainy days. He shook his head again, sighed, turned, looked at his luggage and hoped he'd packed a raincoat. "Now where did I put it?" He got down on one knee, held his laptop with his right hand and tried unzipping his suitcase with his left. "Mom! Mom! It's swelling! Mom! It's got so big it hurts!" said the voice from the laptop. "Here we go." He stopped his search, sat on a nearby recliner, put the laptop back on his knees and continued watching. As you can tell from the soundbite, it was a particularly...indecent clip. The video playing on the laptop was a homemade family movie. Cameraman: Dad. Performers: Mom and Son. Setting: Bedroom. Scene: Son's 18th birthday party and his official introduction into his parents' sex life. The hairless teen was on top of his blonde hippie-chic mom, getting his pecker wet inside his momma's hot, boiling oven. Ring-ring. Without looking away from the laptop screen, the man picked up his phone. "Good, isn't it?" said the man on the other side. The bald man wiped his lips and spoke with a smooth low-tempo voice. "This is...fantastic." "What part are you on, Ned?" "Uhh, the part where the son thrusts into his mother while his father shouts encouragements." "Did you see 'that' part?" "Which 'part' is that?" "Then it must be coming. I'll stay silent, you just watch." Ned watched with intense concentration. He looked for the finer details, the little clues that would allow him to gain more information on the Masorolo family. Ned looked at the mother's vaginal region, finding something which gave him warm fuzzy feelings: A full bush. A golden bush at that. Of all the trends this 50-something man disliked, shaved bushes was one of them. Why? The full aroma was lost when shaved, the smell of the juices soaked instead into soft cotton or frilly lace. Ned knew the power of a woman's aroma, and he could see that this son was powered by his mother's scent. Yes indeed, this son's red blood cells were positively flowing with furious teen energy, he charging into his mother with all his being, sliding deep into her most sweetest region. Then came the magic moment... Son leaned down, opened his mouth...and kissed his mother on the lips. Not a peck, nowhere near a peck; this was a full open-mouth kiss, with saliva exchanged, tongues flapping, lips pressed hard, hands on each other's cheeks. Sons don't kiss their mothers like this. Quick peck on the lips? Fine, depending on where you live. But this? This was the kiss that two lovers exchanged, the kiss in the backroom, in the cinema, behind the barn. It was the full deal. The whole mother-lovin' deal. This passion was ocean-deep, the emotions so raw that it hurt a little to see it, hurt to see a mother and son be so deeply intimate. After eight full seconds, Hippie Mom pulled out for air, her face beetroot red. She held her son's cheeks, her lips still dripping, her breath heavy and ragged. She put her forehead on his and whispered softly, "I love you." "I love you too. I love you too," replied the boy. This mother and son really did love each other -- but in the absolute most immoral way possible. Mom nodded, the confirmation setting off a warm glow all over her skin. She went down, out of camera range, and then back up again, on top of her son, their foreheads touching, her hands down below. With the camera still on their faces, the viewer could not see what she was doing down below. It sounded like she was crushing rubber. She winced. "Let me just..." she said as she fiddled around her son's nether regions. The husband gasped. "Dear, no --" She shot him a glare, her powerful emerald eyes silencing him. Now Son was wincing. "Mom, uhh, it's, uhh!" "Shhh." She put her hand on his chest. "It's okay, it's okay..." Her eyes went back down to her hands. She pulled hard one more time and then both she and Son exhaled. Mom looked Son in the eyes, bit on her trembling lower lip, moved her left hand up and showed her boy what she'd taken off him "Now without this, it will be so much more...pure," she said as she held the floppy condom in her hand. Now it had gone deep. Real deep. Going into the forbidden. A place where no mother and son should ever go. But with a mix of horror and arousal, Ned watched, stoically silent as he witnessed the beginnings of this unholy consummation. Mom paused and looked at the camera. "Kenneth, please, don't, don't tape anymore of this." "...Yeah, okay." Click. Blackness. "...Seen it now," asked the man on the phone. "Yeah...I did," replied Ned. "Sage, can you brief me on this family?" "Ah. yes, let me just." The shuffling of papers could be heard over the phone. "Ah, yes, uhh, the father's an executive for a solar panel company, and the mother is an activist for renewable sources of energy." "So where will they be housed?" "New Babylon." "Hmm, best for their skills. Well, got to go make contact with this family. Bye, Sage." "Safe trip." Sage hung up. Ned took a long deep breath. He looked at himself, shirtless, in his boxers...and already harder than a boulder. He stood up, put the laptop on the bed and looked back out again, to the horizon, the skies still grey but the outlook all the more brighter. He smiled, walked towards the bathroom -- but paused when he heard a knock on the door. "Room service," said a cheery Turkish female. He sighed. "Come on in." She opened the door and pushed her tray in. This petite twenty-something brunette was wearing the classic black and white maid uniform -- Snap. Dark Ned was here. She spotted his hard-on within seconds. She gave a shy smile and looked away. "I, good, good time? You, ah, busy, I come back --" "You dirty little cunt," he growled. She stood as still as a rock and shivered like a leaf. "Sir?" Ned stepped forward, his eyes locked on his target, fierce malice flowing out from within him. "You come into my room dressed like that and think you can leave whenever you want? You stupid little bitch. Ok, cunt, here's how it will go: My bed, you and me. You're my bitch, understand? You do not leave without my permission." The maid was shaking, trembling...and soaking wet. From her toes to her hair, every part of her body was heating up. Ned pointed to the bed. "Get naked. Put your ass up. Do not make me wait." If it was any other man saying this, he'd be an incredibly offensive individual. Go say this to a random woman and you're for sure looking at a lawsuit. But when the maid looked into the eyes of this man, it was an easy call to make: she was his bitch. This was Neighbour Ned's talent: an ability which allowed him to detect and identify women who had the same sordid fantasies that he had. And, of course, rain or shine, Ned was more than happy to make these ladies dark desires become painfully real. "Yes, Sir." She briskly went over to the bed, stripping off as fast as possible. Ned smiled, and then looked outside, at the now-shinning grey sky. A bigger smile grew on his face when he saw the maid's tight wiggling bare butt. "Please," she said under her breath. "Please." "Shut it, cunt. From now to the foreseeable future, you will only be speaking when I instruct you to." She eagerly nodded. "Good. Now spread those legs. Good, bitch. Now get ready for the pain..." *** Tabootopia is a secret island. Its location is hidden from the outside world. Inside Tabootopia itself, the typical resident has a fair to decent amount of knowledge of this island -- but very rarely does anyone know the actual history of this nation. The place with the most limited knowledge of Tabootopia is also the newest: Sector 1, Our Haven. False rumours are rife in Our Haven. This is due to it being fairly cut-off from New Babylon, the city where the actual records are kept. False rumours that have been spread around by Our Haven citizens include: Tabootopia is beneath a volcano (false); Tabootopia is 100 years old (false. It's much, much older than that); Tabootopia is not on Earth (fal...we'll get back to that one). So why do these residents so blatantly ignore the facts and not learn more about their own home? Because facts are boring, and it's far more fun to stick it in Miss Chen's tight butt than it is to pick up a textbook. Which leads us to our current predicament... Five teenagers from Our Haven have decided to go to New Babylon University. Armed with only a limited knowledge of the land, they made it through Sector 2 of Tabootopia: Gaudium. They made their way past the farms, the factory towns, the docks, and reached the halfway point of their journey: the entrance to Sector 3, also known as...Sector Three. Even among those in New Babylon, knowledge of Sector Three is limited. If residents of New Babylon have to go through Sector Three, they have a simple solution: they don't. They built a bridge which goes over it, meaning that no one has to go through that dark, dense, inhabitable forest...expect the five teenagers from Our Haven. NB University set them a pre-entry challenge: to get into the university they must go through all of Sector Three, find the exit and collect the tokens at the exit. We join them as they make their first steps into the unknown... *** They entered in when it was evening. Minutes after setting foot into the thick wilderness, it had turned into night. The dwindling rays of the sun were blocked by the dark oak trees, their long outstretched limbs sashaying with the cold winds and hovering high above the jittery brood. Busty, frowny, dark-haired, husky-voiced American teen Regina was taking the lead, walking at a slow, tentative pace. An inch away from Regina was her special kissing friend, Tammie Kwon, a long-legged, tan, toned Korean-American girl. Regina took a look behind her to check on her non-kissing friends. They were all accounted for: short slim teen Swede Björn, plain mocha American Daniel, and finally, Kelly, the creamy, cute, petite US-born girlfriend of Daniel. Björn was walking with a quiver in his step. "We, ahh, need to keep talking, so, umm, you know," he paused to adjust his heavy hiking bag, "see if we're all here." Tammie brushed aside that suggestion. "I ain't scared, because me? I'm a champion --" "Awooooooo!" Kelly jumped into her boyfriend's arms. "Eeek! Everyone, get closer," she said. "Björn, Tammie, Regina, come on." The others agreed and stood closer together. "Oh Daniel, wolves! Wolves!" said Kelly. "Hey, hey, it's okay." Daniel stroked her hair and spoke in a soft tone. "Think happy thoughts, happy thoughts." After a short cautionary silence, Regina spoke up: "All right, everyone calm?" They nodded. "Let's walk, but keep aware, no one trip over anything." Regina knew it was wise to stay close, stay tight, as this was the kind of forest in which someone could just vanish in the blink of an eye. Björn approved of this sticking-close strategy. "Hmm, I've never been this close to such hot girls," he said to Tammie and Regina. "I, ahh, never got this close to girls in Sweden school. Ha-ha." That perked Regina up. "Hmm, oh wow. Swedish high school girls...in a shower." Tammie liked the sound of that. "Oh now we're talking. Daniel, we should've had that as one of our setups." "We did!" he said referring to the high-school sponsored porno movies he helped direct. "We did at least four movies in which you and Regina did nothing but play in a shower. God, it's like you two live in hot showers, the amount of time you spend in them, naked, under that hot water -- "Daniel stopped talking when he saw his girlfriend frowning at him. "My feet are tired," Kelly said with gritted teeth. "I wished we'd just gone with a boat." "Yeah, we could've gone through the docks," said Daniel. "Uhh, docks?" said Tammie. "That was a port." "I thought it was the docks," replied Daniel. "Ships docked, took stuff out, put stuff away." Tammie raised an eyebrow. "Umm, no? I'm from frigging Long Beach; I know what a port looks like and that was a port." "Well now I feel stupid," said Daniel. "And what were you doing hanging around a port?" "Russian pussy," Tammie said casually. "Wish I was around you when I was a teen," said Regina. "It must've been so much sexier than Baltimore." "You're from Baltimore?" said Daniel. "How was none of this established?" Regina shrugged. "I don't know. Hey, Björn, where are you from?" "Me? Umm, Gothenburg." Tammie glanced at Regina. "You're thinking of naked Swedish girls, aren't you?" Regina bit her lower lip and nodded. "Uh-huh." "I have a scenario," said Daniel. "Regina and Tammie are stranded American backpackers that stumble into a Swedish girls' slumber party. The sweet, innocent girls invite the Americans in, not knowing that this slumber party is turning into...an all-nude shower party. We'll call it Cultural X-change." "Umm, I have a suggestion," said Björn. "Can some of these girls be, ahh, sisters?" "They can all be sisters," replied Daniel. "Eight sisters, a happy father and a tired mother." "Umm, perfect." "Whatever story you want," said Tammie. "As long as we go with this order: kissing, groping, kissing, fingering, kiss-grope, eat me, eat her, dildo, kissing, low-squirt, shower, kissing, groping, grope-kiss, dildo, finger, eat her, squirt-medium, bed, kissing, spanking, squirt, encore squirt-high." Regina giggled. "Vintage T.K-Won." Tammie shivered. "Eww, gross, that's something my dad would say." Kelly was wide-eyed and stunned with Tammie's sex-layout skills. "Wow, Tammie, you plan all your sex out like that?" Tammie turned to Kelly and grinned. "Well, at my level, you have to; most girls can't match my champion pace, so I have to pace it out, plan ahead, for them, so they don't pass out from all the pleasure. But for my fav bitch?" She pointed at Regina. "We just go with the flow. But with you, Kelly, if you put in a request for the best, hmm: tit-grope, ass-grope --" "I-I don't want to know!" replied a jittery Kelly. "Aww, shame," said a beaming Tammie. Daniel felt a rising tide go over him. "...You can keep going, Tammie." "Daniel!" shouted Kelly. With lifted spirits, the group went on through the forest, never catching on to something important. Something quite important. Something pretty damn important, and that was that they were being followed... *** The rest of the day consisted of walking, pausing for refreshments, and yet more walking through this seemingly endless forest. Eventually it got dark, and not wanting to trek in the pitch black night, they set up camp in a small clearing area. Regina had enjoyed her time in the girl scouts for various reasons: the sexy uniform, being around cute girls, and the fact that her clubhouse had a wide open shower room. Though Regina didn't spend all her time leering at Camp Counsellor Letisha Jones's giant rack, oh no, Regina also picked up a few key survival skills, such as how to start a fire. Regina kneeled down, got her twigs in order, and smashed her flint and steel together. Tammie and Daniel set up the tent, Björn stayed alert, and Kelly sat on her hiking bag, also keeping her eyes and ears open. "Done!" Tammie wiped the sweat from her brow and admired her handiwork. "Hmm, with all our bags in there, will be a tight fit," she said with a light licking of her lips. "Uhh, what you mean?" Nervous Daniel knew what she meant but wanted her to say it. "Nothing, what do you mean?" she replied with a grin. "Okay," said Regina. "Let's just get it out in the open: who wants to do what with whom? Did I say that right? I'll start: of course, Tammie, and I'm open to a little Kelly. Nothing with the boys, no offense, it's just I can't do it with male friends." Daniel and Björn understood the decision. Kelly shivered. Tammie gave her thoughts: "Ditto what my top bitch said. No offense, boys. I just don't want to do anything with you because we're...ugh, I don't want to say it..." "...Friends?" said Daniel. She sighed. "Yeah, and I wouldn't feel right reaming you like I do other boys, because we're, you know...that." Björn stood up. "Okay, me, I'm, umm, Regina, Tammie, please abuse me, ha-ha, yes, but nothing with these two." He pointed to Daniel and Kelly. "That would be, umm, incest, like really durty incest, eww." Kelly grabbed her boyfriend's arm. "Just Daniel." Daniel nodded. "Uhh, yeah, same...but I'm open to you girls, you know, doing stuff with Kelly, and I, you know, just...helping." She stamped on his foot. "No!" "Ow, okay." "So who's lookout?" asked Kelly. A silence washed over the group. No one seemed to want to step up. Then a pale arm rose up. "I will," said Björn. "Really?" asked Daniel. "You sure?" He nodded. "Yes. I've been, ahh, outside of many rooms, so, ahh, I'll do it." "All right." Regina took her shirt off and threw it on the ground."Let's get ready for bed." The boys were mesmerised as the two teen stunners stripped to their underwear. "Daniel!" Kelly slapped his back. "Come cover me up as I get changed." "Yeah, okay." Daniel followed Kelly to the corner, holding a pink towel up so as to conceal his girlfriend's modesty. Daniel peeked at his disrobed girlfriend. "Don't be shy, Kelly, you got cupcake tits and a cute butt." She looked up at him with her little girl eyes. "Thanks, Daniel. Oh, do you like my puss-puss?" She pointed down low. "Look at this smooth trim. I've been using the gel, can you tell?" Daniel's knees buckled. "Oh I can tell." "Hey! Keep that towel straight." After they'd finished preparing, the four teens went into the tent. We had Regina in a small white t-shirt and boy shorts, Tammie in a tank top and cotton thong, Kelly in full Mickey Mouse PJs, and Daniel in his shirt and slacks. Though this forest had a chilly breeze, the habitants of this tent felt very warm indeed. "Should I keep the lamp on?" Regina asked the group. "Yes, please," replied Kelly. "All right, goodnight, I guess," she said with a horizontal shrug. There was a small silence as they all tried to get to sleep. Then, Tammie reached her hand over and rubbed Regina's cotton-covered vagina. "Kiss me," whispered Tammie. Regina offered little resistance. "Oh...go on." Tammie raised her head up and planted a long wet kiss on her lover's lips. Regina responded and they began making out. Adjacent Kelly opened her eyes and gasped. It was nothing new for Kelly, nothing out of the ordinary for her to see two of the same gender in a loving situation, and she'd seen TamGina before, seen them exchange passions -- but never this close, never with only an inch or two separating her from them. For Kelly, it was such a 'whoa' moment, to be able to see, to feel, to be able to literally taste the passion that these two girls had for each other. Cheeks flush, lips wet, the dripping saliva mixed with lip-gloss. This was something which would've caused pandemonium in the streets a few hundred years ago, these two soft, feminine teen girls kissing each other on the lips. This display didn't arouse Kelly: it surprised her. She was truly surprised at how hot and deep Regina and Tammie's passion truly was. Because beyond the pure animal-driven lust, these girls had a passion for each other that was real, raw and alive. Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 09 Kelly also knew someone who'd be watching... She turned her head. "Daniel!" she whispered. "Sorry, it's just so..." Kelly felt his pecker against her leg. "Oh, you." She grabbed his piece and tugged. "Just this night." Kelly dove her lips into his and kissed her lover, her butt grazing against Tammie's as she pleasured her man. Outside, Björn, able to hear and see the shadows, scoffed. "Ugh, love. Gross." He picked up his issue of Weekly Incest, pulled his pants down and stroked it to a set of pictures featuring Kyra Kamano, a seductively beautiful Hawaiian woman. Along with the 10-page pictorial there was an interview. Björn read with vested interest. "Q: So what does your son, Jason, think of your photo shoots?" "A: He's my biggest fan! He collects all the magazines that I'm in; they're all under his bed. I can't wait for him to see this one; bikini shoots on the beach are his absolute favourite! I made sure to wear lots of stringy thongs, too. That's for you, Son (laughs)." "Q: What part of your body does he like best?" "A: Umm...You know what he always says he really likes? 'My nude back whilst I sit on top of a strong lover'...He's an 'intellectual' boy (laughs)." "Q: What did his pre-Tabootopia school friends say about you?" "A: They were all fans of mine! (laughs) They told him that they thought I was hot, you know, how he was lucky to have me as his mom, you know, cute little boy things like that. Gosh, I am so impressed with how these kids use technology. Back on Earth I was only doing some small parts in movies and TV shows, but these kids, wow, they managed to find all this stuff out about me! I was speechless when one of them came up to me and said, 'You were great in that episode of JAG.' I was, like, 'How the heck did you find that!?' (laughs). If those kids see what kind of stuff I do now, well, they'd like it, right? (laughs)." "Q: Another pre-Tabootopia question about your son: Did he ever look at your pictures the same way his friends did? Was he receptive towards your sexiness?" "A: Heck yeah! I never caught him though; he was too smart for that! He, you know, touched himself when looking at my pictures and videos -- still does! (laughs). I mean, really, could I have stopped him from getting excited over my body? I was a model and actress before he was born, and I wasn't going to stop my career because I became a mom." "Q: You did what you had to, and your son finding you wildly attractive was just what it was." "A: Right! People get hung up on this sorta stuff, you know? So my son likes looking at my body, so what? You know? Yes, I know it's thought of as 'wrong' for him to look at me like that, it's 'sinful', but really, how can I stop a teen boy from liking my boobs!? (laughs). He's just a normal teen boy with normal urges...and I didn't help cool his urges by posing in the lingerie section of Sears, did I!? (laughs)." "Q: Agreed." "A: Yeah, you know, whatever, my son explained it all to me, about the the taboo of me, his mother, in all these magazines and shows, looking 'sexy'. He said that the joy he got from seeing me like that, his own mother, it, umm...I don't think I need to explain how taboos work, do I? (laughs)." "Q: Not at all. We all get it." "A: Right, and personally speaking, it's good for the ego! (laughs) I mean, all his friends keep telling me I'm this 'hot exotic woman', and I know they're shaking themselves to me. So why wouldn't my son think the same? He's around me the most! What's this rule that he can't like me like they do? You know? So when he told me he does touch himself to my pictures and movies, I was, like, ohhh good! I'm so glad for me! (laughs)." "Q: We know your son is reading, so to finish off, please say something to him directly." "A: Stop touching yourself, do your homework, get an A and you get a kiss. Hope that makes me a good mom! (laughs)." "Ah!" Björn let out a small, satisfied release. He pulled his pants up, taking his seated position on the wooden log he'd found. He looked up at the sky, letting it distract him from the scary woodland area. As he looked up, past the swaying tree limbs, he could see the starry sky twinkling above. Then he heard a noise. A crackle, maybe a footstep. His mind trawled through the possibilities: animal walking past, person walking past...alien...walking past. He went into fight or flight mode, hands up, waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Listening...and...nothing. He sat back down and tried shaking off his racing mind. He went back to his magazine, but his mind was already on the possible threat. Björn put the magazine down, poked his head in the tent and saw that his friends were soundly asleep. He then looked back into the forest, not hearing anything out of the ordinary. He stayed tense for a few more minutes, and then, when nothing was heard or seen, he folded his arms, leaned his head down and felt his body settle, his eyes closing by themselves... Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. In his half-asleep stupor, Björn swore he'd just heard an odd electronic beat. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. He imagined the colour red with these sounds and felt an odd sense of anticipation from this electronic, cryptic beep. It's what he heard as he went to sleep, the beep-beep-beep. As the final beeps came, just when he was about to fully drift to sleep, without a reasonable explanation he knew where his group had to go next: right, go right. *** Early morning. Inside the tent, Tammie was the first to awaken. She stretched out her arms, looked to her right, sees Regina, and to her left, Kelly and Daniel. Tammie rose up and shook Regina and Kelly. "Come on, wake up, no titles won with sleep. Come on, let's go." The others grumbled. Early-riser Tammie then grabbed at the zip and exited the tent. "Ahh!" She stretched out her whole body, looked up and saw the covered sunlight above. Then a rush of cold wind passed by her, the breeze giving her nipples an extra added perkiness. "Chilly...Hey!" She nudged the slumbering Björn. "Oh! Huh?" "Let's go -- now!" Björn opened his bleary eyes, welcomed by the glorious vision of a tank top and panties-clad Tamara Kwon. Björn rubbed his eyes as Tammie did her morning stretches, she bending down to touch her toes, her firm ass cheeks giving him all the morning wood he needed. Björn went right to work at cutting down that lumber, his mind replaying the fantasy scenario he'd created for himself and Tammie: she as his older step-sister, a quite popular gal that always walked around in her bra and panties. Did she mind that her little bro saw her half-nude sweaty body? Of course not, as long as the twerp didn't sniff her thongs, which he just couldn't stop himself doing, seeing them on the dryer's edge like that, all delicate and stringy, unable to stop himself from getting a tactile sniff of his sister's sweet nectar. Björn hid his misdeeds when Regina walked out. "Morning, babe." Regina slapped Tammie's ass. "How's your pussy?" Tammie turned from her stretches and pecked her fav babe on the lips. "Sore. I wanna get out of this place -- and fast. Björn, stop jerking." "Umm, yes." Björn pulled his pants up and went to his backpack. Regina went towards the tent and poked her head in. "You two wake -- ohh, Tammie, look at this." Tammie joined her girlfriend. "Ohhh!" Regina giggled. "Hee-hee, wow...it's so cute." During sleep, Kelly's pyjama bottoms had slipped down and revealed her Little Mermaid panties. Upon viewing it, Tammie salivated, admiring the roundness of Kelly's virginal buttocks. She reached her hand over and patted the slumbering Kelly's rear. "Tammie!" whispered Regina. "You can't do that." "Oh don't tell me you never wanted a feel." "What? You think I'm some sort of lesbian predator that wants to touch any pretty girl's butt?" Regina's hand went towards Tammie's, "Stop," but then slipped and landed on Kelly's polyester-clad cheeks. "Oh wow, it is tight." Like two meat testers, Regina and Tammie appraised their steak, caressing their meat with tender care. "Hmm?" Kelly felt a particularly hard squeeze on her behind. "Oh Daniel -- eeek!" With a terrified shriek, she found herself looking into the predatory eyes of TamGina. "Eee!! She pushed back and pulled her pants up. "Daniel, Daniel." She shoved her fingers in her boyfriend's face. "Regina and Tammie were touching me!" "Hmm? Cool." "What!? Wake up!" Daniel turned and looked at the giggly teen girls. He smiled. "Hey girls, were you three in the middle of something?" "Daniel! They were touching my butt while I was sleeping." "Oh really?" he said with a grin. "I'm jealous." "Argh!" She threw her little fist in Daniel's chest, causing him to fall and cough. "All right, enough comedy," said Regina. "Get dressed...and we apologize for touching you, right, Tammie?" "Yeah, sure," she said with a grin. Kelly turned her head and frowned. "...So, umm, like, if you'd rate it --" "You have a great butt," said Regina. "Oh thanks -- hey! Don't think I've forgiven you!" The Inter-Lovers got dressed and ready to roll on out. After everyone finished their preparations, Björn spoke up: "Umm, ahh, I think today we should, umm, walk that way, right, going right." "Why?" asked Tammie. "I, umm, have a feeling." Regina shrugged. "Okay, sure, let's go with it. I mean, I got no idea where we're going. So where you get this idea, Björn?" "Oh, umm, ahh, just a feeling, just a feeling, you know, ha-ha." The group went with Björn's hunch and went towards the right side of the forest. As the group sauntered forward, they saw the scenery around them change. The trees became less in quantity, the sunlight slowly streaming back to the ground. There were also traces of a paved path, their footing feeling a little more gravelly. "Hold on: what's that?" Regina pointed up ahead, to an odd concrete square block. Björn shivered. "Ah, ha, let's, umm, check it out." The group agreed and went in the direction of the block. As they got closer, they could see it was a building. "Whoa, what is this doing way out here?" asked Kelly. She looked at the dusty windows, wondering how old this square concrete building was. Upon closer inspection, they could see for themselves just how long this structure had been here: vines snaked along the top of the building, greenery growing from the walls. They went around the prison-grey building, looking for an entrance. "Maybe someone lives here," muttered Kelly, her arms wrapped tightly around Daniel's. "Maybe something lives here," said Tammie with a flicker of her lips. Kelly's knees wobbled. "Ohhh!" "Settle down, settle down." Daniel stroked his girlfriend's hair. "Ah...not so smoothly, you might get me all -- hmmm, yeah, just like that." Björn put his hand on the wall. He was in reverent awe as he felt the stone rub against his fingertips. "Detta är platsen." "What's that?" asked Regina. "Oh, um, ah, nothing, nothing...oh, a door." Björn dashed over to the hard steel door, grabbed the handle and tried ripping it open. "Ah, ah...locked." Björn tried once more to jimmy the door, but to no avail. The others then came over and hmmed and ahhed on this quandary. They all spotted the inscription on the moss-covered door: Monitoring Room. "Stand back." Tammie rubbed her thigh, stepped back and threw a front kick at the door. The impact resulted in a large rumble which echoed throughout the forest, yet the door stayed shut. She sighed. "Didn't budge." As the group got ready to move on, a sudden realization hit Regina. "Hold on, guys." She dug into her pocket and took out something she'd kept with her since the start of this journey: a key. "Wh-where did you get that?" asked Kelly. "Neighbour Ned gave it to me, back in Our Haven. He said I'd need it...It's worth a try." She shrugged. Regina stepped forward, her legs slightly shaky, her clammy left hand holding onto the key. She got on solid footing, pushed her right hand forward, grabbed the handle and inserted the key...and had her mouth drop when it fit in perfectly. It couldn't, could it? A random key from a crazy guy? Well, just for kicks, just to be sure, she turned it...and felt the key click into place. "What the hell..." Regina grabbed the handle and opened the door. As soon as that door swung open, a smell of confined greenery burst out. "R-R-Regina," Kelly said with a trembling tone. "Who is Neighbour Ned?" "I...I don't know." She gulped, looked to her surprised friends, nodded, and was the first to step inside the building. The rest followed suit. The floor was grassy and the room was damp and dusty. The only illumination came from the up-high windows, the morning sunlight allowing the teens to navigate through the shadows. In the far-north corner was the monitoring station: a row of retro LCD monitors and a panel which had various switches and buttons. The group stepped closer and saw that the right and left walls had half-a-dozen fireproof cabinets. The gang then put their backpacks in the far-right corner of the room and went exploring. "Hmm?" Daniel paused when he stepped on something. He crouched down to see what it was. To his welcome surprise, he found vintage issues of Playboy and Sports Illustrated. "Retro porn~!" he said happily. While Daniel admired the body of a young Stephanie Seymour (though current mummy Steph is much more his type) the rest of the group walked around him. Björn's attention was caught early. He looked to his left and smiled. He tapped his finger on the dim, faded little beacon. "What's that?" asked Daniel as he flipped through the magazine. "Oh, umm, nothing...nothing...Oh, umm, is that Cindy Crawford? Ahh, these are the magazines that her son tries to avoid!" "But he can't!" said a giddy Daniel. "Because of Google!" Björn giggled as he got on his knees. "Yes, umm, yes!" He began an imitation of an American teen: "Oh, gosh golly whiz, here I am alone with my computer. Hmm, you know what would be neat-o? Looking up my mom! Yes, oh I heard she was an actress before I was born, yes, so here I go and, gosh, so many hits! Boy whiz my mother is a popular gal! Now let me just click on images and -- oh sweet almighty! My mother never dresses like this anymore! Gee Moses: she's in her brassieres! Oh, and these are swimming suits? I say, these are not the one-pieces she wears, oh no, these are, one, two, two-pieces. Oh, oh I say...am I getting hot. Phew, I think the thermostat is broken, gosh, I say. Gee, my mother sure was a beautiful gal...Hey...hey, what are these feelings I'm getting? Hey, why is my...hmm, now this is quite peculiar, hmm, now I'm, oh, I'm touching myself while looking at my mother's pictures! Oh, ohhh! Now what is this? Videos? Okay, I'll click and -- ohh nelly! My mother is having intercourse with...Uncle Jerry! Oh Jesus almighty! Oh! Ohhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! AHHH!" Björn mimicked ejaculation to finish his performance piece. Daniel clapped. "Yeah, nice, nice!" Tammie turned, folded her arms and tapped her feet. "What the hell was that? It was all over the place! Björn, you were doing a mix between a Chappelle white guy caricature and a weird dude from the '30s." "I, umm, try to change it up," replied Björn. Tammie disagreed. "Björn, as I am now your -- urgh, I have to say it --...friend, I have to hold you to my champion standards. I expect better from you, Weirdness. You've joined my circle -- and any circle I'm in is instantly a winner's circle. Understand?" "Yes." Björn smiled, happy to have Tammie's confirmation of friendship. "Now where was I...right." Tammie had found a power switch. She clicked it, expecting the lights to come on. They didn't, but what did come on was... "Ahhh!" Kelly jumped when the foremost monitor hissed with loud static. Under the gray light of this medium-sized heavy TV was another relic no longer sold at most retail outlets: the VCR. And peering out of this machine was a videotape, the white label giving us the title: Thompsons Evaluation. Daniel poked the tape in and pushed the rewind button. The VCR worked, using its now-ancient technology to take the tape back to the start. Meanwhile, Regina opened one of the cabinets. Dust flew out of it, causing her to cough hoarsely. After recovering, she looked inside and saw a group of alphabetized files. Gunderson, Hussain, Quinn, Talbot, Woschizka, among others. Regina grabbed a file labelled 'Trumans'. "Trumans Day 25: Mother pleasured herself with pleasure toy. Then, Mother left for sexual encounter with Neighbour #7. In house, Son made passionate love to Daughter #2. Order of sexual encounter: missionary (him top), oral (him to her), missionary (him top), oral (her to him), completion through vaginal sex. Upon completion of acts, Son noticed his condom had burst. Mother returned and scolded her children for having unprotected sex. Mother then took Daughter #2 to bedroom. Confirmed naked snuggling from Mother and Daughter #2. Speaker's View: I nominate Neighbour #7 as a candidate. His upbeat views on incest make him an ideal match for the family unit and for the Homeland." The room, the files, it was all clicking into place: this was how people were recruited into Tabootopia. Spies watch the families, evaluate their suitability, and then invite them to Tabootopia. Regina was delighted: she'd cracked a mystery of Tabootopia! "Hey," Regina waved the file in her hand, "I think I figured out what this place is --" "Regina, come here," said Tammie. "Watch this." She and the others had gathered the room's swivel chairs and put them in front of the monitor. They were getting ready for the show. "Okay." Regina shrugged, put down the file and went towards the group. She dusted down a chair and sat next to Tammie. With a trembling finger, Daniel pushed play. The screen flickered out of the shaky grey, into darkness, and then a soft hum. The tape was starting... The following code flashed on screen: "NA/TX/HO/87.THOMPSONS2." Next, a dark blue screen with the following text: "Players: Thompson Family". "Mother/47/medium blonde hair/great breasts" "Father/53/grey & black hair/very large penis" "Cousin#1/23/ short blonde hair/piercing blue eyes" "Son#1/21/long dark hair/shaves chest" "Son#2/21/long dark hair/doesn't shave chest" "Son#3/19/medium dark hair/surprisingly large penis" "Daughter/18/ light blonde hair/ perfectly pert breasts" The screen cut to the house. A stationary hidden camera showed a plush living room. The camera stayed on this shot, letting the viewers get better acquainted to the surroundings. A lingering look let the viewers see the hanging chandelier, the wooden floor and furniture that was antique and classy. The teens correctly assumed that this was a wealthy family. After a minute of quiet gazing, a woman in tight slacks and a blue vest walked past and sat on the far end of the couch. This was Mother. Her loud hairspray-assisted hair and colourful attire confirmed the year this was recorded: 1987. She flipped through a glossy magazine, pausing every minute or so to look at her long red fingernails. Even without 1080i, it was clear to see that Mother indeed had 'great breasts', those boobies like two perfect melons. Soon after, a young male with medium dark hair, Son #3, walked into the room. He threw his book bag down, looked at his mom, looked away, then looked again with a long stare. Mother looked at her boy. She spoke with a Texas drawl. "...Oh hello, Roy...Roy?" "...Mom! Your boobs are...awesome! Awesome!" Mother put her magazine over her boobs. "Oh my gosh, Roy!" she said with a shocked smile. "How can you say that to me?" "I'm sorry, Mom, it's just that I've never seen you wear anything like...that before! Wow, Mom...wow! How could I have not noticed those awesome tits! Mom! Wow! No girl in school has boobs like that!" Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 09 Mother let out a loud gasp. She pushed the magazine against her chest, concealing her tasty tatas. "Ronald Thompson, you do not speak to your mother like that! My lord, has the devil possessed you? What has gotten into you?" He stepped back, going back to his senses, realising what he'd said. "I'm so sorry, Mom, it's just the shock, it's just...I gotta go." Roy dashed out of the room. After he was gone, Mother sat with her mouth open, whispering "Oh my God" to herself. She was shaking her head in disbelievement, totally flabbergasted. How could he say those things? Her own son? Such vulgarity! This generation has been so corrupted. Blame the music video and the rap music. Yes, those bad influences must've been encouraging her boy to speak out like this. All those rappers talk about 'Yo Mama'; they must be talking about how scandalous their own mothers are. Yes, those heathens had corrupted her boy! After getting over the shock, she again shook her head, wondering what happened to this America. With all this shock, it took her a full minute to notice that the magazine was still glued to her breasts. She unpeeled the magazine from her chest, revealing a really delicious treat for those watching at home: the moisture and glossy heat had left a sticky wetness over those tasty motherly boobs. Mother looked at down at her chest. "Hmm?" She grabbed her breasts and gave them a little jiggle. "Nicer than the girls in school," she whispered. Mother ruffled her hair and gave a very small smile... Cut to night time. Mother was still on the couch, watching TV. As she sat, the front door could be heard opening and closing. "Hello, I'm home." A moustachioed grey & black-haired man walked into the living room. He was Mr. Thompson: Codename Father. "Hello, Lady Thompson." He was a classy Southern gentleman, in both voice and demeanour. "Oh, Carter, I gotta talk to you, honey." She grabbed his arm and led him to the couch. "Well what be the matter?" "Our son, Roy, today, he, gosh...I can't even say it, I just can't." He put his arm over her shoulders and held her hand. "Go on, in your own time, I'm here for you." Mother steadied herself. "Today, Roy, our son, he complimented me...on my...bosom." Carter was surprisingly unshaken by this development. He cocked his head a little. "How did he put this to you, darling?" She sighed, struggling to repeat the vulgarity: "He said I have...'awesome boobs.' Oh I was so shaken by it, Carter, oh it stunned me so much so. Dear Carter, have we raised a little heathen? Where did we go wrong with him?" He shook his head. "I don't believe anything is wrong; we just have a boy who left his manners at the door. I'll talk to him, man-to-man. This will be dealt with." He kissed his wife's cheek and then stood up. "Thank you so much, Carter. I can always depend on you." "Think nothing of a man who does his duty. Oh, and Maggie: you have truly wonderful breasts. That much is truer than the sun rising up tomorrow." She nodded, blushing -- heck, she was swooning. "Thank you, Carter." Cut to the son's room. He was lying on his bed, in his boxers, holding up a magazine and casually jerking himself off. His room was covered with posters of the pinups of the time: Elle Macpherson, Cheryl Tiegs, Paulina Porizkova. He used the dynamite pinups as fuel for his release, and today was proving to be a good masturbation day, thanks to the special aid of his mama's tatas. Carter knocked on the door. "Son, I'm coming in five, four, three." Roy sat up and threw his magazine across to the nearby table, making the camera wobble in the process. "Two, one." Carter came in. "Son, we need to talk." "Yes, Dad." Carter sat on the end of the bed, next to his son. "Son, you know what you did --" "I'm so sorry, Dad," he interrupted. "I just got so...ahh, excited when I saw...I thought I'd be nice and tell her, but it just came out all...ahhh, Dad, I'm sorry, I'll go tell her I'm sorry -- " "Hold on, Son, let me finish." "Yes, Dad, sorry." "Now what you did, in principle, complimenting your mother, wasn't wrong, but the execution was very sloppy, and the topic was one you shouldn't have broached. Now you can compliment a woman on her face, her beauty, but keep it brief, keep it classy. Now you do not meet a woman and immediately tell her her buttocks or her breasts are fantastic, no matter how true that may be, because it's a rude thing to do, unless you're married, like I am with your mother." "Yes, I understand." He put his palm on his son's shoulder. "Now it's okay, I know you just wanted to tell your mother she's a pretty woman, but complimenting her breasts is just a little too much. You shouldn't say that to other women, too, especially women you just met. Tell me, Son, did you tell your girlfriend she has fantastic breasts when you met her?" "Uhh, yeah, Dad. I said: 'Your boobs are great, I want to make babies with you.' I was just honest, Dad, and it worked." Carter shook his head. "Well times are a-changing...but with women like your mother, southern gals like her, it's not the right thing to do. Understand?" "Yes, Dad, sorry." "Let's just not see a repeat." He stood up and got ready to leave. "Oh, the bikini issue?" He gazed at the cover of his son's magazine. "Hmm, Elle, what fantastic breasts she has...Enjoy yourself." The screen went black and then cut to the master bedroom. The humping gave away the deed. Under the sheets, Carter was power-thrusting inside Maggie. Tammie analyzed: "Oh yeah, nice thrust, great action in the hips there." After a few more thrusts, Carter cummed, rolled over, and said, "Thank you, darling." "Umm, much obliged." Maggie sat up in the bed, her mature breasts and pink nipples in their full glory. She looked down at her natural, juicy mammaries, put her fingers under them and jiggled. She smiled. "Carter, can you really blame the boy? I mean, these are some great breasts, you know? He just got excited is all." "Hmm, hmm, quite right," said a half-slumbering Carter. Maggie got out of the bed. "Full bush, full bush!" shouted Björn. She turned the lights off and crawled back under the sheets. "Good night." "Night, darling." Five seconds later, under her breath, Maggie said, "He got...excited." Back to the living room and it's daytime. The date flashed on the left side of the screen and showed that around two weeks had passed. On the left side of the couch was the MVP of the family: the adorably sexy Daughter. She had creamy smooth skin, nice lean legs, and flowing blonde hair. She wore a frilly skirt, thigh-high socks, and a tie-dye t-shirt which really accentuated her primo boobies. She held the remote in her hand, flipping through the channels, the glow of the television illuminating her, the sounds of Stray Cats' hit '(She's) Sexy + 17' playing in the background. Her father Carter walked in. "Morning, sweetie." Carter leaned his head down at the same time his daughter plucked her lips. Mwah: the acceptable father-daughter kiss on the lips. Carter sat down and patted his daughter's knee. "How was school?" She chewed her bubblegum while tilting her head from left to right. "Dun' know," she said with her adorable southern accent. "There was books, talking, a board, chalk. Jus' what happens every day." Carter chuckled. "Honey, I admire your wit, but school is important, ya hear? Melisa? Hmm?" He felt her knees wobble. Carter looked down and could see some clear redness on his daughter's thighs. "Melisa, have you been fornicating?" She looked at him and smiled. "Now how can you ask me such a question, Pa?" "I'm your father; I can ask anything I want." He put his hand on her chin and gently turned her face from left to right. Melisa fidgeted. "Oh Daddy. Ugh." "Your cheeks are flushed and you smell like...fornication." Uh-oh. Melisa was busted. She looked at her fingers, avoiding her father's stare. "Uh...Mashonda's brother had me..." Carter's eyes grew wide at that revelation. He tisked-tisked and spoke softly, soothingly. "Darling, oh honey...How many times must I remind you how precious you are?" "Aw, he's sweet," said Kelly. Kelly was immediately proven wrong. "Darling, you must limit your sexual activities. You must preserve yourself, not giving your gifts to away to any and all. A young lady's tightness can only be stretched so far, honey." Kelly's face dropped. "Oh. My. God." Amazingly, Melisa nodded. "I know, Daddy, it's just, gosh, he was so nice... " He put his thumb right beneath her lips and looked into her soft blue eyes. "Baby, I know. I know how hungry you are. But please, not with the girth of a mare. Wait for a special someone, a husband, and let only him enjoy that...special gift. Okay?" "Okay, Daddy." "You're a fine flower, darling. Don't ripen too quickly." "I won't, Pa." "Good girl. Give me a kiss." Carter leaned in and laid a soft kiss on his daughter's lips, lingering just about long enough with the smooch to cross into the border of Taboo Town. He then stood up, patted her head, and left. She sighed deeply after he was gone. Cut to Melisa's bedroom. She was sitting on the bed, in her pink nightgown. Beside her was a soon-to-be relic of the 20th century: a landline phone. Melisa's phone was decorated with pink fur, matching the motif of the room: pink wallpaper, pink bed sheets, pink carpet and pink teddy bears. The phone rang and she immediately answered it. "Hello?" The man on the phone was audible. The name 'Cousin #1' flashed on screen. "It's me," said Melisa. "Hey~." His demeanour changed. "How you doing, Sweetness?" said the laidback Texan. "Sweetness? 'Cause of you I almost got busted," she said with a hushed whisper. "Huh? What I do?" "What you do!?" She raised her voice and then lowered it. "Fuckin' me sideways, fuckin' me upside down, all the way in and out, that's what!?" Kelly shivered. "Oh my God -- her cousin brother!? Eww." The rest of the gang was unmoved. "I saw it coming," Daniel said with a straight face. Back on screen, Cousin #1 chuckled. "Uncle Carter noticed? I told you to shower before you left." "You were going to fuck ME in the shower!" He gave another charming chuckle. "Well, shoot, coming into my place, skipping school, getting me stiff as a pole. What else was I gonna do? Shoot." "We coulda' just cuddled!" He chuckled. "Baby, I'm a red-blooded testosterone-fuelled son of a gun; I can't help who I am." Melisa struggled to argue with that logic. "Well, mister, never is you sticking your big pecker inside me. Neva' again, hear me? Neva'!" "Aw why you gotta be all mad, baby? It ain't my fault you went home with cute red cheeks. Settle down, baby sis." "Me settle down!?" She again lowered her voice. "I'm in trouble with my daddy! He'll really ground me if he finds out who I was with. My daddy knows, he knows when I'm...he knows!" Chuckle-chuckle. "Shoot, Sis, ain't my fault you got a perv for a dad. Heck, how many daddies kiss their daughters on the lips? You see nothing wrong with that?" he said to the cousin sister he had sexual relations with. "Eww, gross. He's just caring is all -- and this ain't about me and my dad! It's about you being so dang buzzered! All I came to do was to play the jump-man game -- there was no need to introduce baby oil!" "Shoot, honeybee, I can't apologise for being a man..." Melisa was failing in her attempts to rattle her cousin. She had to up the ante. "Hey, ya know what I told Daddy? I told him that Mashonda's brother had his way with me. Now I gotta go let him do," she huffed, "anything he wants so I can square away this story." She clearly wanted a jealous response. She didn't get one. "He's a cool cat, real nice guy. Make sure to wear protection." "And I'm gonna let him take me in the butt." Victory. "Ohh, let's not get crazy here. Come on, Sis, protect the butt cheeks, protect that tightness. Come on, save the scuttlebutt for me." She twirled the cords in her fingers. "We'll see. Bye-bye!" She slammed the phone, folded her arms and did a cute huff. Thirty minutes later and Melisa was all snuggled up in her bed. Knock-knock. "Darling, it's tuck-in time." "Ready, Pa." He opened the door with a big smile on his face. He walked over to her, grabbed the sheets, and pulled them tightly over his little girl. "All snug now, all snugly-nuggly. Yes, Pumpkin?" She nodded. "Yes, Daddy." He leaned his head down. "Kisses goodnight." She puckered up. "Mmmm!" Mwah. "One for good luck." Mwah. "Two for sweet dreams." Mwah "Three for a good tomorrow, and --" Mwah "Four because Daddy loves you, honey." Carter called these cherry-kisses -- and how he just enjoyed these sweet cherries. How he loved to go in and take a bite of his daughter's sweetness. Was it wrong, he thought, that he so enjoyed kissing his daughter? That he loved the feel of her lips on his. Well, he didn't feel it was wrong. Neither did Melisa. To both of them it was nice, sweet, and oh-so-tasty. Mwah. "Goodnight, sweetie." He went to the door, turned the lights off, and looked at her, all marshmallows and sweetness. He smiled and shut the door. But this night was not over. To Son #3, Roy's room. He was lying on his bed, in his boxers, and from the look of him, he'd just finished Round 4 of his marathon jerking session. He was in recharge mode, his mind formulating new scenarios and situations for his pleasure. Then, when his hand was just about to touch the wand, his mother opened the door. He sat up and looked towards the door. "...Mom!?" His mouth was hung wide open. With the door concealing her from the camera, she said, "Not sleeping yet, honey?" "Uhh..." She walked in, bare foot after bare foot. Bare leg after bare leg. From the flesh on show it was clear to see that Maggie Thompson had modernized her attire. She no longer wore what was known as 'underwear', instead switching to the far more modern and far more sexier under-clothing known as...lingerie. And in front of her own son, Modern Maggie was modelling her newest piece: a lacy white bra with matching panties. "Son? Oh, you like? I got it from...that." She pointed to the Victoria's Secret catalogue that was sitting on his shelf. "P-p-page sixteen, bottom row," he said. "Oh my, you might be right. Hmm, studying all the wrong books, are we?" she said with a giggle. "Yes, Mom --" Boing. Even the VCR was able to spot this boy's boner. His mother also noticed. A gasp escaped her red lips. Maggie blushed and stood there in a frozen state. The mild teasing had just gotten real, yo. The reality of the situation had got to Maggie, more so than she could have imagined. She saw the beast trying to make a hole in her son's boxers, the visual so strong that she couldn't deny its existence. Mom and Son had both learnt things they could not unlearn: he learnt his mother was not just a pretty woman -- she was a hot babe with a great rack and a killer body. While her? She would know, always know, from here to forever will know that her very own son has a piece that is 9-and-a-half-inches long...with the girth of a telephone pole. But she didn't let those facts of life throw her down; Resilient Maggie quickly regained her composure. "My oh my." She stood tall, her hands on her lips. "Are you looking to be a cop?" "Huh? "Because I see your nightstick waving at me." "Uhh." It took him a second to register that joke. "Oh!" He put his hand over his boner. Maggie giggled. "Ain't gots to be embarrassed now, not with a body like that. Hmm, boy you never gots to be embarrassed." Roy put his head down. "Yes, Mother." Maggie looked up and down at her son's body. "Shaving all over, are we?" Roy felt like he'd gone through a time machine, feeling very much like the boy that was being scolded for eating too much candy. "Yes, Mother," he said in his 'I'll be good' voice. "All over?" "Yes, Mother." "Hmm, mighty difficult for a boy to reach all his areas." "Yes, Mother." "But you do it well, do it real well. Well, I won't keep you up, you got school and all, so... goodnight." She turned to the door, and he gasped when he got a good look at his mother's butt. The fine stitching and snug fit of his mother's white lace panties made her behind look so scandalous. Getting better with age, Maggie's rear was round and larger in diameter than in her younger years. In a different decade her butt would be called a 'juicy booty' and she'd get requests to 'shake her money maker'. "Oh." Maggie turned and looked at her son. "If ya ever need me to trim some," she grinned and bit her lower lip, "hard to reach areas, give me a holla." "Yes, Mother," She blew him a kiss as she exited the room. "Goodnight, sweet prince." As soon as the door shut, Roy went right to attempting the world record at the 9-inch stroke. In the hallway, Maggie was flush, sweaty, and feeling so, so powerful. She looked in the mirror and liked what she saw: her big blonde hair was full and bouncy, the white lace really brought out the blue in her eyes, her breasts looked just magnificent...and her hearing was impeccable; she could clearly hear the sound of flesh rubbing against raw steel. Was it wrong, she thought, that she just excited her son? That she made her own son sexually interested in her? Was this the devil's work? Was Satan on her shoulder? Was Lucifer camping outside her lawn and plotting her initiation into Hell's Army? Nah. It was just fun. So she made her son excited? Big deal. Innocent fun between family was all it was. That's all it was. An hour passes and we're back to the master bedroom. The loud slamming of the bed against the wall and the animalistic grunts illustrated that these parents were not having the typical let's-not-wake-the-kids Mom and Dad sex. Oh no, because underneath these covers they were having the kind of naked sweaty hugs that traumatised their offspring. "Uh!" from him. "Ah!" from her. It repeated over and over: "Uh! Ah! Uh! Ah! Uh! Ah! Uh! Ah! Uh! Ah! Uh! Ah! Uh! Ah! Uh! Ah! Uh! Ah! Uh! Ah! Uh! Ah! Uh! Ah!" The action was so hot that it made the VCR steam up, their passions so intense that it was just pouring out of the screen. Carter was exuding true manliness, staying in a dominant position, in total control, putting his fair lady's feet in the air with his action-thrust. Lady, actually, wouldn't be an apt title for Maggie, as she, at that time, wasn't a classy 'lady'. This wasn't the woman that enjoyed baking cookies for the school, the woman that was on the PTA, the woman that enjoyed a glass of chardonnay on the weekend and a little fine theatre in the evening. Oh no, Maggie was just a woman, on her back, with the person on top not being her husband, not being her 'partner', Carter was just being his natural self: 6'3, 220 pounds of man that was shoving his cock inside his woman. Carter was going harder than he had in years, his muscles burning from the powerful, aggressive thrusts. The recipient Maggie was also out of breath, this proving to be one of the most intense sexual experiences that she ever had. Carter too was also reaching a new level of arousal, his highest, hottest, most burning volcanic peak. From the fires of their mutual passion, they went at it with a furious intensity, uh, ah, uh, ah. They each wondered where the other's furore had come from, wondering what had motivated the other to have such fire in the bedroom. The answer was something that neither of them wanted to admit... Their kids. Melisa for Carter, Roy for Maggie. In this deep passion, nothing was held back. They'd broken their mental locks, opened the doors and let out their darkest thoughts and most forbidden feelings. Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 09 Carter was thinking about his almost-ripe daughter, his thoughts about her almost too painful to consider -- but in this state, he entertained every image and voice that came into his head. The kisses Carter shared with his daughter always gave him a buzz, and the memory of that buzz turned into a lightning bolt of passion. Now this he felt was wrong, thinking about Melisa's lips while he was deep into his orgasm. He knew it was wrong, but the thoughts were like an added tank of fuel: it made his body feel like it could go faster, stronger, harder, the feelings so intoxicating that the thoughts only increased, getting bigger, brighter, to the point Maggie's moaning face was swapped with Melisa's. Carter was actually visualising what it would be like to take his little girl to the boudoir, to do the ultimate with her, to make her into a woman. Oh how wrong it was, but oh how much did it excite him. Meanwhile, Maggie was engulfed by thoughts so wrong, so unchristian, that she felt the devil had possessed her and taken control of her. Yes, the devil had made her buy that hedonistic piece of fabric, made her wear it, made her show it off to her son, yes, the devil worked in such mysterious ways, ways so complex that she couldn't figure out any of his moves. But really, deep down, she knew, she knew it was all her, all the vibrant energy she got from making her son red all over, that was all her. But there was nothing wrong with playing, she thought. Nothing wrong in being a 'cool' mom, nothing wrong at all in being more than a mother to him. She was being his friend. His teasing friend. What's so wrong with that? What's so wrong with teasing her son? Just fun is all, getting him all excited like that. So very, very...excited. "Ah! Uh! Ah! Uh! Ah! Uh! Ah! Uh!" The symphony continued on, growing louder, louder, louder, till... "Uhhhhhh!" "Ahhhh!" He cummed inside her at the same time as she reached her orgasm. Then, quick-fire shots to the other bedrooms: Roy was stroking and Melisa was sleeping. Back to the master bedroom, and up goes Mr. Thompson to turn the lights off. Just one look at Carter's scowl told you how he felt: disgusted. With himself, his actions, he hated himself so much at that moment. You see, Carter was not too much of a pleasure explorer, so he didn't know that thoughts that are had while 'in the mood' can be downright repulsive when out of that mood. On the bright side, his piece was very impressive. Meanwhile, the audience had got right into the festive spirit: Tammie had unbuttoned Regina's jeans, Regina had peeled down Tammie's tight spandex, and the fingering commenced. Daniel was discreetly stroking himself while Kelly sat dumbfounded and a-gasped. Björn was just pants-off-jacking. "Ewwww." Kelly shivered when she heard Björn's sex sounds. "Daniel -- oh you're jerking off, too?" "Come on, it's hot. Oh don't be mad." "Ohhh...okay." Kelly unzipped Daniel's cargo pants and held his instrument. "Oh thanks so much." He tickled his girlfriend's vagina with his left hand. "Ohhh stop, stop, tickles. Just touch it softly, yeah, oh just like that. Now let me give you a slow 'wank' yeah, slow and steady, a nice slow 'wank'." Daniel was impressed with his girlfriend's technique. "Ohhh, where'd you learn this?" "Watching Carla and Teddy. Didn't I tell you about that?" "Watching them!? Whoa, tell me later: it's starting back up." Back at the twisted Thompson household, a week had passed. Father Carter was seated with his two oldest boys, Son #1 and Son #2. The visiting sons were large strapping young men with broad shoulders and strong chins. Carter had his arms around them, looking at Son #2. "Now I say that our next family vacation will be a special one. You'll come, Jeremiah, bring your wife and her family. Where was it they come from? Was it the Philippines?" "Yes, Pa." "Ah yes, bring them, please. It will be paradise, all those women from different places, together, hmm, yes, it will be something." Daniel was perplexed. "Is Carter a pervert or a 'heal the world' type of guy?" "Both," Regina whispered. Cut to the next day. On the couch was Melisa and seated on the floor was Roy. They were watching TV, the sounds of Full House coming through the screen. "...Does Mashonda suck wieners?" asked Melisa. "Huh? What!?" replied a flustered Roy. "You know." Melisa put her fist near her lips and rolled her tongue in her cheeks. "She suck on wieners?" "Why would you ask that?" "I dun' know, bored." "God, that's weird of you to ask." "It was jus' a question." "Okay, okay." A minute-long silence while watching the antics of Jesse and co. Then Roy broke the silence. "Hey, do you shave your bush?" "My what?" "You know." He rubbed his fingers near his crotch. "Your bush." "Do you wanna know?" she said with a sexy yet intimidating grin. "Just-just curious is all." She flicked her wrist in the air and cocked her head to the left. "I trim is all, lots of girls do that. I know girls in Brazil do it allll the way, jus' leaving a small little bit of hair, sometimes nun'." "Eww, that would look weird." More silence. More canned laughter. And... "...Will you suck my wiener?" "No," Melisa said bluntly. "Awww...I never asked." "Yes you did." "Yeah, I did." Cut away. Two days pass. Carter and Maggie were sitting on the couch, reading quietly. Maggie tapped her husband's arm. "Oh, I was just talking to your sister, Judy. She says we should go skiing for our family vacation; she says a winter location will be a good change." Carter slapped his hand on his thigh. "A winter location!? No-no, we're a summer family. We need to go somewhere hot, a beach, somewhere Melisa can be topless--" A silence hanged in the room. Maggie inched her head to the side, cleared her throat, and said, "Uh, Judy poled the family members, and they said no to the winter idea. Looks like we're going to Jamaica again this year." "Uhh-hum. Excellent choice." "Her boobies shifted the vote," mumbled Tammie. Back to Maggie and Carter. They were in the bedroom, but they were not engaging in sexual acts. They were in pyjamas, sitting side-by-side in the bed. Maggie put down her book and looked at her husband. "So, who did you fornicate with today?" The viewers gasped. Carter calmly turned to his wife. "Uhh, Wendy Stevens gave me felatio during lunchtime, and Hazel Valance and I had a lovemaking session during the evening. Yourself?" "Oh nothing today," she replied. "I'm thinking I'll use my stroke with Mister Patel, get Roy that pass in Chemistry." Kelly was confused. "They're...swingers?" "Shh, shh!" said Tammie. "Listen!" Carter was also confused. "Use your stroke...? Hmm, oh, I see what you did there." Maggie gave a sly little smile. "I think it'll make Roy a very happy boy," she said as she fluffed up her hair. "Yes, very happy. Well, goodnight." Carter kissed his wife on the lips and put the covers on. "I ask we please refrain from sexual activities for tonight. The co-ed girls will be screened tomorrow; I need my strength." "Not a worry." Maggie patted Carter's penis, stood up, turned the lights off and went to bed. Right then a bubble appeared on screen, giving us this additional info: "Carter Thompson and Maggie Thompson have 'an open marriage.' This is a tradition that Carter's parents partook in, as did his grandparents and preceding generations. It is a long held tradition among the Thompsons." We also got this titbit: "Roy got an A in Chemistry." Another week passed. Melisa was in her bed, lying on her front, holding the phone against her ear and rolling the circular dial. Bring-bring-bring. Gotcha. "This Mashonda?" asked Melisa. "Yo, how you doing?" It was the voice of the infamous Mashonda. Codename: The Gobbler. "Wassup girlfriend~?" Melisa's voice went from country to hippy-hoppie. "In the bathtub, soaking myself. Lord, I get so fucking drenched after a good time is had!" Melissa giggled. "It's because you have so much sex. Roy's home now. You work him out? Huh?" "Girl~, I don't need to tell you your brother came down here and fucked me so deep that my ass went to sleep -- oh, wait, I did. Whoop, there it is." Melisa continued giggling. "Oh, did he do that thing with you?" "The thing?" "Yea, you know, the thing...with your legs?" "Girl, did you just ask me if your brother made me cum?" Melisa did a little girl voice. "I was jus' askin' is all." "Snowflake, I ain't gonna tell you that your nine-inch brother stuck his dick in so deep that he made my legs feel like jello. Wait, did I? I did. How do you like them apples?" Melisa's cute girly laugh was like listening to angels kiss. "You're so funny, Mashonda. You're so much better to talk to than all my other friends. You're special to me." "Aww, you know you my fav white chick. I mean, I'll be honest with ya; when I first saw you, I thought you some prissy cheerleading bitch, but you ain't that at all, no-no, I mean, fuck, the first time we talked, you asked me where the biggest blackest dic -- What!?" Mashonda covered the phone and shouted to an unknown person. "No, I will not get off the phone! No! NO!" She then went back on the phone. "Fuck, got my moms telling me to trim down the bush. Will I? No way! Roy's a jungle cat; boy loves licking in the wild. Oh did I just say that? Well that's the way I like it. Uh-huh, uh-huh." "Roy is a rug muncher!? Busted! Tee-hee." Mashonda snapped. "Girl~, I love you -- but you so fucked up! I mean, I come over and I see your daddy hugging and kissing you on the lips." "So? He just pecks me is all." "A peck? How many times a day." "I dun' know, couple in the morning, couple at night." Mashonda raised her voice. "You're being molested!" Melisa scrunched her face up. "Molested? Is that sum' European thing?" "No, it's what Mister Barry did to Kenny." Melisa's eyes grew wide. "What? No! My daddy's not like that. He's just...very, uhh, affectionate." "Honey, it's weird for any dad to kiss his daughter on the lips." "Well, okay, but, I mean, I don't know, it's just...I don't know, I mean, yeah, we kiss, lots, and, I mean, I've seen him naked --" "Whoa! Hold it, hold it: you have seen your dad naked?" "Yeah, when he's changing, when he comes out the showa'." Mashonda's curiosity overrode her moral stance. "Babe, just between us, what's his, ya know, size. Just curious." Melisa stroked the fur on her phone. "Like as long as my arm and as thick as a New York deli sandwich. I dun' know, is that big?" Mashonda's heavy breath went out and then right back in. "Girl, I'd let him roll into my bed and let him have a million our-little-secrets with me!" "Uhh, you changed your mind." "Cock is cock," she said with all the wisdom of a pervy cock-loving sage. "All right, I'm out. Bye! Love ya!" "Bye! Love ya!" When Melisa put the phone down, a look appeared on her face, one of contemplation. Then she shrugged." Oh well," she said to herself as the screen faded to black. Later that day, in the lavish, expensive bathroom, we find Roy. He was relaxing in the sparkling white bathtub, soothing out all the tension, knots and redness he'd acquired during his visit to Mashonda's bedroom. The bathroom was steaming up, the water hot, the bubbles aplenty, his head resting back, his face serene. And then the bathroom door swung open. Roy looked to his right. His mouth hung open. "Mom?" She walked in wearing a robe...and very quickly that rope draped down her body. She stood there naked, her hair wild and full in both high and low places. "Hey Roy. Mind if I join ya?" Roy couldn't speak. All he could do was gaze, gaze at this gorgeous pinup -- who happened to be his mother. Yes, this naked beauty was his mother. Roy was stunned, shocked at the fact that underneath all those church dresses, underneath those aprons, underneath it all, his mother, his own mother, had the body of a Playboy centrefold. "YES MY MOM!" he shouted with all the control of a sugar-happy toddler. Mama Maggie giggled. She walked over to him with a studious purpose, her bare feet tip-tacking against the marble floor. She put one foot in the tub, then the other, and slid herself in, sitting right across from her son, getting her toes interlocked with his. "Ohh that's nice." She made sure to keep her head up high, not wanting to get her hair wet. Roy was just dumbfounded, a drooling statue. How could he not be? He was looking at his mother, his mother and her full blonde hair, pretty blue eyes, sexy smile, and, oh yeah, big bare breasts. "Umm, ahh." Roy wiped the sweat from his brow, the water temperature having rose from warm to boiling hot. With all his might he looked up, at her eyes and said, "Why are you, uhh...?" "Now Roy, no need for all the blushin'. Ain't nothing wrong with a mother being naked with her boy. Heck, they do it all the time in Europe." Roy managed to squeak out, "Ahh. Okay, cool." "It's common," she justified. "How else everyone get clean? Not enough water back then, so this, sharing, happened. It's the natural way, right?" "Right," he said in a haze of delightful lust. "So how's school?" she asked as she gently splashed water on her boobs. "Uhh...okay. G-g-got an A in Chemistry." "Oh I heard. Well done, Son. Say, how's that girlfriend of yours?" "She's fine." "She's giving you what she needs?" His voice was so low that subtitles were needed: "Yes." "Well allright, good to see your man-needs met." Maggie grabbed the soap and used it on her arms and shoulders. "You should invite her for dinner." "Yes." "Oh, sorry, what's her name again?" "Mashonda." "Marshona? Isn't that gal your sister's best friend?" "Yes." "Hmm, little incestuous, isn't it? Dating someone your sister is so close with." The irony was lost on no one. Past or present. "Uh, no," he said with a timid voice. "I, ah --" "But she is so pretty. Her skin is so smooth, her figure is so womanly, oh and when she lets her hair out all natural like that...it's just so exotic, wild. Do you like it, all natural like that?" "Yes, Mother." She grabbed a small cup and put it into the water. She used the cup to wash the soap off her arms. "You're like your father, pleasure givers. Nothing to be ashamed of, it's a very good thing you and him do. Though I wonder, with your girlfriend, with all the hair she has on top, all wild like that...what must it be like down below? Hmm, it must be like fighting through a wilderness." Roy only had so many words left. "I, I like it, I do well, I do it well." "Good, good. Well, that's it for me, Son." She stood up, her wet shiny body and dripping wet bush making her son gasp so hard that the steam went into his mouth. Maggie stepped out with a content smile across her face. "Oh, one more thing: stand up for me, will ya?" "What?" "Go on, Son. Don't be shy." Roy stood up, his machinery in full and ready order. Maggie smiled. She put her hand on her chin and nodded. "I see you shaved all over -- oh, hold on." She turned around, opened the nearby cabinet and took out one of her female razors. She then turned, locked eyes with him...and went to her knees. "Let me just..." She swiped the razor against her son's thin pubes, gliding it gently past her young man's raging beast. Roy shivered when he felt his mother's hot breath against his wet and erect member. So close, so close. "And done." She stood up and looked him in the eyes. Looked strong, looked hard, looked deep. She knew what she wanted -- but not now, not tonight...but she could still get a going-away present. "Goodnight." Maggie puckered her lips and waited for a kiss. If a penis could go from red to blue, this one just did. He'd never kissed his mother on the lips before. Never ever. It was not the done thing for him, a male, to show affection like that to a female family member. A kiss on the cheek, sure, he could kiss his mother on the cheek -- but that's as far it went. He was not his sister; he could not go around kissing family members on the lips. He could not kiss his mother on the lips. It would be so wrong...but then again, it might not be so bad. Her lips do look nice, and why not have a more intimate relationship with her? They already practice nudism together. So why not a kiss? Why the heck not? Besides, everyone in Europe does it. Roy closed his eyes, pushed his head forward, and pecked his mother on the lips. Oh, that was more than they expected; the sparkle from the touch of mom and son's lips left both with red-hot cheeks "Hmm, okay, baby." Maggie turned, walked, paused to pick up her robe, turned to her son one last time, winked, and blew him a kiss. "Bye~." She grabbed the handle and shut the door. Once she was gone, Roy's slumped into the bathtub and went for the universal record in the underwater stroke. Maggie looked in the hallway mirror, fluffed up her hair, smiled, and skipped to the bedroom. A time-skip of two weeks and we're back in the living room. Devilish Maggie was sitting on the couch, in a green tank top and black shorts. "Hey~." Melisa walked in, wearing a pink shirt with blue jeans. "Hey sweetthing~. Come sit here next to your mama." Melisa sat on the couch and slapped her thighs. "Mom, can I get a kiss?" "Oh of course my darling!" Maggie held her daughter close and kissed her cheeks profusely. "Aw you're so precious." With her mother's arms still around her, Melisa tilted her head and sighed. "Momma, can I ask you something?" "Anything, anything my little angel." Melisa put her arms around her mom and nudged closer, to the point their noses were almost touching. "I just wanna know, from you, uhh, Mom: am I a good kisser?" Maggie tilted her head back. "Are you a good kisser? Why ask me, sweetie?" "Well, I dun' know, I don't think I give good enough kisses. I mean, Daddy kisses me all the time, so I was thinking maybe he's trying to get me to improve with, dun' know, practice." Maggie shook her head. "No, no, it's not like that at all. He just loves showing you his love." "Really?" "Of course, sweetie." Maggie stroked her daughter's face and hair. "You're gorgeous, honey." Melisa blushed. "Mom...can you...kiss me right now. Jus-just to make sure." "Of course I will kiss you!" Maggie puckered up and pecked her daughter on the lips. "Hmm. That was nice. Oh let me!" Melisa leaned in and pecked her mom for just a second longer. "Hee-hee. Again," Melisa said with a whisper. "Allright." Maggie went in again, this time with a sprinkle more force. "Me again." Melisa parted her lips just a little further, getting more of a taste from her mother's ripened lips. "Oh you." Maggie pressed her lips even harder when going against her daughter's sweetness. They pecked back and forth, their arms around each other's necks. They were giggling as they leaned in further and further, the distance between kisses becoming shorter and shorter, till... In mid-kiss, Melisa grabbed the back of Maggie's head. Maggie did the same and like that their lips were pressed together in a tight lock. The tongues were slipping, the eyes closing, the hum now a loud buzz. They weren't pecking each other anymore: this mother and daughter were full-on making out. Their inhibitions forgotten, neither thinking, both too lost to think, both too warm to formulate thought, just focused on enjoying the taste of the other's lips, Mother and Daughter falling into a trap of sweet treats and ripened flavours. They pulled back from the lock, their foreheads touching, eyes closed, each gasping for air. Not a millisecond later and their lips went back towards each other, full open-mouth kissing, demonic lust overcoming their bodies. This had gone far beyond proper family kissing standards. Perhaps commonplace in the 2012 Seymour household with Stephanie and her boys -- but not at all common place in most other households. This mother and daughter were drowning in a sea of sin, hands moving down their bodies, down their backs, Melisa just about to make a turn into Cleavage Town when...the door opened. Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 09 "Hi everyone!" It was Roy. Mother and Daughter pushed back and jumped to opposite sides of the couch. Roy walked in. "Hi!" "Hey," said a frazzled Melisa. "Hello, Son," said a flushed Maggie. Neither woman looked away from the floor. "Hey Melisa, you look really pretty today." Usually sharp Melisa was stumped by her brother's compliment. "Uhh...gross, I'm your sister...umm, thank you? I dun' know..." "Okay... Mom, you look really pretty as well." Maggie wiped her lips and gave a big wide smile to her son. "Thanks so much my son boy." "Uhh...okay. I'll be in my room..." When Roy left, Melisa stood up and dashed out the room. Maggie looked at the TV screen, pushed her knees to her chest, grabbed a pillow, and whispered, "Okay now that was a lil' wrong." And just as she said that, the TV said: "And I liked it!" Maggie smiled. And then the screen went to black. The group stayed silent for a few seconds. "That's it?" said Tammie. "Looks so." Daniel went to take the video out, but then paused when the video came back to life. On screen was a whole new location: A sunny, sandy beach. Blue waves out in the distance. Tropical trees swaying. Jamaica. The camera got into focus, zooming in on a figure that was emerging from the ocean, a figure that can only be described as the work of God. Yes, because the being that came out from the clear blue sea was a near-nude goddess. Awe-inspiring upon first glance, even more stunning as she came closer and closer. Her bright skin flawless, her face gorgeous, her body stunning, her breasts perfectly perky, and her nipples just the sweetest shade of pink. The beauty that was radiating under the glow of the tropical sun was Houston's own Melisa Thompson. Her only piece of clothing represented her home state: lone star bikini bottoms. Her assorted family members gave her wolf-whistles and cheers. Melisa grinned. "Oh stop, stop, you're making me blush." Amazingly, despite her exposed state, Melisa exuded effortless grace, elegance and charm. A real lady she was, a real lady with the sweetest peach tits these men had ever seen. Carter stood behind his daughter and rubbed her shoulders. Perhaps short-shorts were not the best clothing option for this trip: his erection was highly noticeable. "Melisa, all your uncles and cousins are showing their gratitude. I think you should thank them." "I know. Thank you, thank you all." Melisa brushed the wet hair from her face and gave a polite nod to all her relatives. Her demeanour was truly amazing; it was like she didn't know the effect she had on all the men, didn't know that her exposed breasts was tantamount to pouring hot sauce over their crotches. Carter leaned in and laid a soft, lingering kiss on his daughter's cheek, his salmon twitching as his lips touched his girl's velvet soft skin. After a hard fight with his animal urges, Carter leaned back. "Hmm, go on, go play with your cousins." He lightly patted his daughter's behind, hoping she'd go before he mounted her on the sand. Melisa smiled and ran down the beach. The old adage was never more true than at this moment: they hated to see her leave, but they loved watching her go. Carter sighed. He went back to his seat. "Great girl. Great beauty. Gorgeous," said the assorted uncles and cousins. "Thank you, thank you kindly," he said with a vacant smile. Carter then slumped into his lounge chair. This was clearly a man in deep contemplation. He'd just reached the border between the cheery crossings -- and there was only two ways he could go. Forward or back. It was a tough choice, tough, tough choice. But deep down he knew what he wanted, he knew what he was hungering for: he wanted nothing more than to take a bite from Melisa's pure sweetness. "Carter." an elderly hand grabbed Carter's arm. His voice was hoarse and croaked. "Carter." Carter looked to his left. "...Pa?" All the viewers could see from Pa Thompson was his arm. His grip was tight, his arm full of veins, throbbing and red. "Carter...It's time." The infallible Carter was shaken by this sharp comment. It was as if Pa Thompson had read Carter's soul and found the truth. But that wasn't the case. All Pa Thompson did was read the signs and see the patterns. Carter leaned towards his father and spoke softly. "Dad, is it right?" There was a long pause before Pa Thompson spoke. He was preparing all the words correctly, sorting them into order before saying them. His voice was croaked and coarse, so subtitles were provided: "Son...I'm...We." He paused to gasp. "For...our..." He tapped on his chair, struggling for the right words. "Son, it's...time to...make...love to...do it, Son. Do it." Cut away to the other end of the beach. Maggie Thompson was seen sitting on her longue chair, her back to the camera. Roy came running over to her. "Mom -- whoa!" he paused when he saw her. "Babe?" "Mom...you're topless." "Am I? My, I didn't notice," she said with a giggle. The camera couldn't see the tits, but that problem was quickly rectified when the camera rose up, got lifted onto someone's shoulder and was taken to a position where we could see Maggie's fabulous breasts. Through the wonders of concealed technology, the viewers were allowed to ogle at Mama Thompson's sweet, shiny, sun-creamed breasts. "Uhh..." Roy was speechless. Maggie sat with her legs crossed. "Roy, you look real red." "Uhh." She put her fingers beneath her breasts and gently bounced them. "Gettin' a nice tan?" "They are." "I was asking about you," she said with a big smile. "Oh, umm, I...am?" "Yes, honey, though I think you look a little...overdressed." Roy looked down at himself; all he was wearing was red board shorts. "Mom?" "Oh, I think you need to take those off." Roy started glowing. "Ha-ha, good one, Mom." "I ain't kidding around, boy. Look at you, stuffing away your meat in this hot, hot weather. Now that ain't healthy for no one. Come on, Son, live a little, get naked. It's no big deal here." Roy shrugged. "Okay." He hesitantly pulled down his shorts, put his hand over his crotch and smiled sheepishly as he stood there naked. "Woo! Stud over here," Maggie was shouting and pointing at her son while passersby walked along the sand. "Woo, Texas stud right here, uh-huh, that's my boy! Hey, how you doing? Yeah, that's my boy. Woo-woo! We got a bronco right here for ya all. Let's start the bidding at five-hundred US dollars!" Roy was smiling and waving to the guys and girls, mostly guys. "Mom, everyone's looking." "Let 'em," she said with a wild grin. "Woo!" she then uncrossed her legs and put her feet on the ground. Roy saw it. It was golden, shining, glistening, calling to him, whispering to him, offering him immortality: his mother's sun-kissed golden bush. Local men walked by, paused, and looked into the golden abyss. "That's right fellas, take it all in," she said. "That's right: pure Texas gold right here!" Roy's mouth hung wide open. He could not believe what had happened to his mother. This was indeed a dramatic change. She used to be one of the neighbourhood moms, the ones who got together over a nice glass of wine, the ones who talked about the quality of the local school, the progress of the football team, and talking in hushed whispers about the 'elements' moving in. Roy saw his mother go as further away from that as possible. Now she was naked, oily, and flirting with several large Jamaican men -- while her naked son stood there with his dick in his hand, literally. Maggie stood up, politely brushed aside the men, put her arm around her son, and said, "Sorry, studs, but I got me a date already." The men chuckled and waved happily at Mom and Son. Maggie then whispered into her son's ear. The audio was only able to pick up this: "Son *unaudiable* like I did with *unaudiable* with my full mout -- "Maggie turned her head and looked at the man that was holding the concealed camera. "Selling somethin', sweetie?" "No," said a smooth low-tempo voice. "Just admiring that fine body of yours." "Oh, well," she smiled, "carry on then." Fade to black. We return when it is night, and we're inside the condo bedroom, with Melisa. Sadly she'd covered up, putting a bright purple t-shirt over her wonderful boobies. With her hair still wet and her bikini bottoms not yet dry, she paced around the room. Knock-knock. "My darling, may I come in?" "Yes, Daddy." Carter walked in like a condemned man, a man who already knew his sins. He didn't waste any time: he rushed to Melisa, grabbed her hand and looked deep into her eyes. "Darling, I'll not mince my words: every time we kiss, it makes me feel...I can't help it that I feel this way, I'm, just, lord, it's wrong, but I can't hold back and...I want to make love to you." Melisa stepped back. "Umm...eww!? That's so gross! Eww, eww, eww, Dad!?" "I'm so sorry, honey --" "Daddy, ugh, of course I know you want me." Carter stepped back, shaken by his girl's tone. "Darling." "Daddy, every man I've ever been around touches me or wants to touch me -- and I don't hate that. I'm not fussing when Uncle Carl asks to grab my boobs or when Cousin Rick tries to kiss my butt, 'cause that's just how people are with me." She paused to exhale. "Daddy, if you like me like they do, alls you gots to do is ask. Gosh, sex is no big deal. Jus' don't make it about feelings and such; now that's just downright gross." Carter had discarded his Southern gentlemanly demeanour; he was now just a horny old man. He stepped towards his daughter. "Melisa!" "Whoa! Step back, Pa." She put her hand out, showcasing a little Mashonda swagger. "Now you aint ridin' this train for free." "I-I promise to be gentle." "Uh-uh, that's not want I mean. Daddy, to get entry into me, you need to meet my demands." "Demands!?" The strict father had returned. "Now missy, remember who you're speaking to. I am your father --" "And my pussy tastes like sponge cake." Carter was stunned by the bravado his sweet girl was exhibiting. "Now I don't know where this sass has come from, but I won't stand for --" "Daddy." She peeled down her bikini bottoms, showing a little peek of her vaginal region. "Go on, take a sniff." Carter instantly fell to his knees. "Lord." He sniffed. "Hmmmmm! Ohhhhh I, I." "Daddy." She put her index finger on his forehead. "I want..." She thought carefully about what she wanted and came up with a sweet request. "...I want Mashonda to live with me during the summer." She could've asked for Castro to live with her, Carter would've agreed to anything for this taste. "Deal, deal." He opened his mouth, awaiting permission to enter. "Hmm, okay, deal!" Carter dove in and latched on his daughter's little throbbing lips. No second guesses, no contemplation, just his mouth on his daughter's pussy lips. "Ohhhh." She shivered. "Ah, that feels -- ahh." There was no technique in Carter's method: just a flapping tongue and loose lips. His only goal was savouring the taste of his daughter's sweetness. Melisa quickly changed her stance on father-daughter lovin'. "Daddy, oh that's -- oh! Oh! Lick me, Daddy! Lick me!" "Oh, oh baby, ohhhh! Ohhhh! Oh!" Carter's moans were almost religious; they were because he'd found his new saviour: his daughter's vagina. Melisa sat on the bed, her daddy following like an obedient pup, his mouth staying on her pussy. For him, this feeling, getting his tongue in that tight teen vagina -- his daughter's no less -- was a rip-roaring taboo, the pleasure so good that it didn't just override the doubts: it blasted them away. Suddenly, being a man that had sexual relations with his own daughter didn't seem so bad. It didn't seem wrong at all when he found out that his daughter's vagina did indeed taste like soft sponge cake. And why not taste what you bake? Why not indeed. Melisa was less introspective. She been conditioned to expect this predicament; she knew this would happen eventually and it did. Oh well. At least her daddy had excellent tongue-licking skills. Skills which caused a sensation of wet thrill from within her. As time wore on, she found that her father was actually quite skilled with his tongue. She was impressed with how selfless a lover her daddy was, he actually putting his girl's needs first. Melisa felt good, liked this feeling. She felt good about committing incest with her father, feeling it was worth it for this level of vaginal oral pleasure. While Melisa stroked her father's hair and took in the pleasure, she heard a sound she'd grown to be more than familiar with: the sucking of a cock. Switch to the adjacent room, and Mother and Son didn't have as much of a morality play. "Oh suck my cock, Mom, suck it!" Roy pushed the back of his mom's head into his mushroomed teen cock. "Hmm! Hmm! Hmmm!" she replied, knowing it was difficult to speak with a mouthful of Roy. Roy and his mother didn't talk much when they decided on this course of action. They rushed into the hotel room, she got on her knees, he sat on the bed, and she went right to work on sucking her son's cock. Devil: 1. Good lord all mighty, she was having oral sex with her very own son. Why? Because it looked big and tasty. Simple. No Carla-esque 'doing it for his grades' here. Maggie just liked the look and feel of her son's cock, so she put it in her mouth and sucked on it. Roy didn't disagree with his mother's methodology. A split-screen method was being used, all four incestuous combatants on screen. "Hold it, wait, wait," said an orgasmic Melisa. "Daddy, oh, I hear, I hear...Roy!?" On the other end, Roy had just heard his sister. "Huh? Uh? Melisa!?" "Hey, what you doing!?" she asked her brother. Roy looked down at his mother. "Umm, nothing...You!?" Melisa looked down at her daddy. "Nuthin'..." "Are you doing that thing with your fingers?" he asked. "Oh, ummm, ahhhhh, no, no, no." And then Melisa felt her dad's tongue slid past her thin, soft clitoris. "OHHHHHHHH DADDY!" And then Roy felt his mother's tongue graze past the tip of his sensitive foreskin. "AHHHHHHH MAMA!" Everyone paused. The viewers could feel the tension... Carter broke the silence with a soft sigh. "Maggie...with our son?" "Wumph!?" She took her son's cock out of her mouth and opened the joining door. "You got some nerve, Carter!" she said while looking at him and Melisa. "Getting on a high horse, are you? With your daughter." Carter could perfectly rationalize his motives: "Maggie, it's different with girls; it's more of a bonding experience. With boys, you -- oh hello, Roy -- should give them sexual satisfaction, to settle them down. I'm just surprised that you've only just started partaking in this practice; my mother gave me pleasure whenever I earned it." Maggie was flustered. "Well gosh darn it, you should've told me that it was okay!" Roy sheepishly sat on the edge of the bed, next to his sister. "Ohhh!" Roy pointed at his sister's vagina. "So you trim." She giggled. "And you just love gettin' your wiener sucked, huh?" Maggie got on her knees, next to her husband. "Oh enough chattering; talk after we're done." Maggie put her son's cock right back in her mouth. Carter agreed and got his lips back on his daughter's sweet vagina. "Oh Mama!" Roy leaned his head back, stretched his left arm out and went to grab his sister's boobs. "Nuh-uh!" She slapped her brother's hand away. "You got nuthin to offer me, buster." "Aw -- uh! No-no problem, I got Mom giving me -- ohh yes!" Mama Maggie paused from her cocksucking. She turned to her husband and gave him a wry smile. "Vagina licking? How very 'European' of you." With his moustache covered in his daughter's juices, he said, "Well, we're a pretty progressive family." So in the end it was a case of just do it. This worked well for all involved, especially the kids. Thanks to their natural gifts (Roy with his penis, Melisa with her everything), they got the good end of the deal. The kids now had leverage over their parents, but they were good about it, choosing not to abuse their power...much. But little did they all know that the game was set to change, that just around the corner was a twist, one which would take them someplace far away. Maggie took her son's cock out of her mouth, pointed at Melisa, and said, "Don't think I forgot about you, little missy! Let's get back to what we were doing." With her son's dick sweat all over her lips, Maggie jumped on top of her daughter and went into a heated passionate clinch. Roy and Carter could only watch as Maggie and Melisa kissed each other. Loud kisses too, loud, wet, hot mother-daughter kisses. Roy then grabbed his cock, jumped up and showered the girls with his white liquid. "Roy!" said Melisa. "Dang it! Don't drizzle me!" "Son!" said Maggie. "Oh my, yes...keep going!" She grabbed her son's cock and directed the roaring white liquid towards her face. "Oh better than the cream at the supermarket-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t." The screen started flickering and zigzagging. Then it slowly faded out while the VCR 'achomed'. Someone had turned off the power. Tammie turned her head to the switch and saw the buzzkiller: he was a tiny teen in a dirt-covered brown shirt and beige shorts "What the FUCK is this!" shouted Tammie. The boy spoke with a booming voice. "My name is Boz! I am nineteen, male, from a various number of countries." The group turned and gasped. Before their minds could process what was going on, this short, brown-haired teen boy walked over to them, acting like he was on stage: "I am a natural prankster, a jokester. I'm a cheeky prepubescent with zany tendencies. I like to sing in the shower...when the water isn't running. I run when I should walk. I zag when I should zig -- whoa!" He shook his hands. "I have a wild streak but an emotional core." The shock at seeing a teen boy come out of the forest quickly faded. This was because they all were far too angry to be shocked. This boy, Boz, had just stopped them in mid-pleasure, in mid-masturbation. This mystery boy had committed a grievous offense: cum stopping. Yet even among fading erections and receding wetness, this boy continued with his monologue. "I also like to swim -- with rocks tied to my belt. Why? I like danger. My favourite month is June, but that depends on the year. My fav seasons are summer and winter. I'm a creature of contrasts." He waved his arms around. "See, I change with the moods. My story? A mix of tragedy, light humour and empty pockets. I was raised in an orphanage in deepest Bulgaria. I was touched -- and sometimes touched back." "What the hell is he doing?" Regina whispered while she pulled her jeans up. "He's role-playing," said Daniel. Björn gave a fierce shiver. "Hey, you okay?" asked Kelly. "Fine," replied Björn. "This guy's playing a character," Daniel said to the group. Tammie gritted her teeth. "This fucker." Boz went on with his monologue. "After running away from home, I enrolled at Harvard, but I got bored of the professors holding me down, so I punched one of them and ran into the army recruiting office. I served one tour of Casablanca. It was there I started experimenting -- and being experimented on. After I came home I married a girl -- for all the wrong reasons." The group's collective buzz was gone, gone, gone. They'd gone from watching a full-on family fuckfest to an amateur hour theatre performance. What a comedown, or cumdown, to be more apt. They were all displeased -- but no one in the group had more displeasure than Tammie Kwon. Stopping Tammie from cumming is like taking food from a bloodhound's plate: hazardous to one's health. Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 10 Copyright © 2013, Surt, ALL Rights Reserved. Knowledge of prior Tabootopia chapters is not essential for this story but it is recommended. Anyone involved in anything sexual is at least eighteen-years-old. Feedback is always appreciated and replied to. Thanks for reading and enjoy! :) The Celebrity Templates are: Amanda Bynes is Regina Cestin Erin Sanders is Kelly Vanderbosch *** Nope he's not going to do it. Nope he's not going to do it. Nope he's not going to... or is he? Is he? His fingers are getting a little shaky, it looks like he is... he is. Now his hands are lowering. So is he, is he going to do it? Is he going– gasp! His fingers have reached the glossy cover. He is going to do it, he is actually going to... okay, now his fingers are going to the bottom of the cover, and now he's holding the cover with his forefingers, pinching it, ready to flip, ready to turn – "Oh fuck." He pulled back his hands and raised them high in the air. "Fuck no," he whispered. "Fuck no." Leicester, England. 10:45pm. Our subject: 'Liquid' Larry Holmes; Eighteen-year-old Caucasian male with medium-length brown hair, brown eyes, and a slightly doughy build. He was by his desk, on his swivel chair, and looking at the most vile piece of pornography in human history. The Argos catalogue. Not the goods and appliances one, the clothes one. Larry looked down at it with true terror, beads of sweat going down his pinkish skin, sheer horror in his eyes as he looked at the red bubble letters: ARGOS. The catalogue itself wasn't particularly sinister, this was just a normal catalogue, but to Larry, it was Hell's induction manual. To him, it was the most sinful and downright sinister book in the world. The reason why he felt this way, so terrified to even touch the cover of this book, was the fact that someone he knew was inside it, modelling. That person was his mother and he was to find her in pages 354-378. The lingerie section. And curiosity had got the better of young Larry. He'd snuck the advanced copy to his bedroom, not knowing why he'd done it, yet feeling sick with himself that he had. Curiosity, he told himself, curiosity was the reason why he had taken the catalogue. Curiosity was all it was. Yes, curiosity explained why his heart rate had shot to the moon and why his cock was growing at the rate of the universe. To be fair, Larry's mother was genuinely hot... which isn't much justification for his actions. Either way, Patricia Holmes had been labelled a Yummy Mummy on more than one occasion, and she justified the title. Smooth fair skin, curled blonde hair, beautiful green eyes, and a saucy smile: that would be the polite description. The lewder man would comment on how nice and large her D-cup breasts were, and how much better her backside is now in her 40s, having grown in diameter and filled out into an eye-wateringly sexy onion shape. Patricia was a model in her younger years. Nothing major, just stuff for catalogues and shopping channels. Always fully clothed too, in shirts, jeans, coats, those sorts of things. She'd stopped modelling by the time her son came along and from then on referred to her modelling as one of those things she used to do. Then, from completely out of the blue, 18 years removed from her appearance in the Next shopping catalogue, Patricia got an offer. "I'm going to be doing this in my knickers!" she announced with a huge smile. Her husband, daughter and son turned from their spots in front of the television and looked at her with shock in their eyes. Larry's cheeks went red in an instant. He opened his mouth and just made a 'bah' sound. Larry's raven-haired, pierced-lip sister, Joyce, jumped in and expressed her displeasure. "Are you being serious?" she asked with a hiss. With her smile still glued to her face, Patricia shook her head. "Yep, it's happening. I got a call and had the interview today. This American bloke who works for Argos told me I was perfect! Isn't it amazing? Me, modelling after some twenty-odd years of being a mum!" Joyce responded with typical teen angst. "Well, I might as well swallow a whole packet of Panadol, 'cause my life is done." Patricia frowned. "Oh come on, aren't you happy for me?" "YOU!? What about ME!?" shouted Joyce. "What will my friends say when they see it?" "K-kids don't look at the Argos clothes catalogue," muttered a still-shaken Larry. His sister turned to him. "What?" "People our age don't buy clothes from Argos... women Mum's age or older buy things from it... I don't think anyone you know will see it." Joyce's rage subsided. "Fine." "So you're fine with it?" asked Patricia. "Whatever," she whispered. Patricia turned to her plumber husband. "Are you all right with it, George?" The pot-bellied thin-haired man looked away from The One Show, looked at his wife and paused for contemplation. "... Uhh... Will you be showing tits and arse?" The mention of his mother's T&A made Larry blush. His mother saw it as a valid question. "No, just underwear," she said. "Oh, might be in a thong though. No arse shown, I think." Larry was looking at the red shag carpet and felt his cheeks burn. His mother had just said 'thong'. Thong! Larry's dad was much less dramatic about the whole thing. "...Yeah, all right." Patricia smiled and squeezed her man's hand. "Thanks, love." "Hmm, hmm." Patricia turned to her son. "Larry, you okay with me doing this?" Mum in her underwear, Mum in bras, panties and thongs. He repeated that to himself: Mum in her underwear, Mum in bras, panties... and thongs. He was feeling something rise within him, something whirling in strong and hard. He had to answer soon or he didn't know what he'd say. "Fine," he said with a squeak. He coughed and shrugged. "Fine, yeah, sure." "Thank you, Larry." She smiled. Three months later and Larry was staring at the Autumn/Winter catalogue, and a part deep inside him, a part he didn't have much contact with before, was urging him to look, urging him to have one, small, sneaky, innocent look. He resisted, held his breath, sweated, and felt his chest get tighter and tighter. He felt like he was stuck in place, unable to leave, forced into confronting the 700-page goliath. What to do, what to do, what to do. He wished his mother had never posed in her lingerie, wished she'd never put him in this situation. Then a light bulb went off in his head and a friendly voice came by to say: 'Hey, why not pretend it never happened? If you put it back downstairs and never looked, it will be like this never happened.' Larry agreed with this logic. Putting the catalogue away would be the end of this situation. It's not like his mom, sister or dad would ever wave the pictures in his face; he knows none of them would want Larry to see his own mother in her 'knickers'. Larry was starting to picture his plan: he'd put the catalogue downstairs, his mother would put it away in her bedroom, put it somewhere safe, and all this turmoil would be over. Larry liked that plan and agreed with it. Larry put out his hands and held the catalogue. He stood up, got ready to turn – and then a thought came to him. 'She made you do this.' He stood still. He didn't know where that thought had come from. It had literally come from the ether, out of the blue, and it made him shake. Larry looked at the catalogue, looked at the cover, and was swaying towards what the voice had said. It was her fault; she did make him do this. His mother didn't need to pose in her knickers. It was her fault, Larry wasn't to blame. All sons in his position would be as curious as him. Gosh, how could he not be? He had a 'Yummy Mummy.' Larry nodded, and without instructing his body to do so, he had sat back down on the chair. He put the catalogue back on the desk. A new thought was now entering. He let himself hear it. 'Flip through it really quickly, just so you'll know.' 'Just so you'll know.' It was a good way to put it. Just so he will know and all curiosity would be gone from his mind. I mean, really, he couldn't focus on anything else until he did this. It was for his good more than anything. It had to be done, really. Larry took a deep, deep breath. "Whoosh... Fuck it." Larry flipped open the catalogue. He landed on the bikini section. He put his right hand on the catalogue and flipped through it as if oil had been put in his hand. He saw bikinis, sarongs, beachwear, kaftans, girls bikinis, girls Speedos, women's Speedos, lingerie section, Brazilian models, thongs, pink bows, pushup bras, Triumph, Michelle Mone, blue bras, purple panties, teddies, slip-ons, camis, cotton... Mum. Larry stopped and looked. There she was, a full page spread, his own mother, in the 'comfort' section, wearing a plain white bra and white panties. It was her, her pretty smile and curly blonde hair confirming it. Prettier, he thought, examining the face, seeing they'd put a nice shade on her cheeks. He focused on the face for a bit, but of course, he found his eyes going south, down to his mother's breasts, to her panties, to her long lean legs, her bare feet, and finally, her red toenails. Her toenails were always red. Larry scratched his crotch. He didn't know what to think. This was his mother, she was in her underwear. And she was looking... "Fit! My mum is fit!" She was 'fit', fitter than he ever imagined. All those times his mother went swimming, to yoga class, to the gym, all that had actual results – sexy results. Larry was stunned to see how flat his mother's stomach was, how toned her legs were, how firm her breasts looked, how nice she looked without clothing. Better, in fact, she looked better without clothing. He smiled, nodded, and by the power of his erection, he shut down the rational part of his brain, zipped down his jeans and let his other side take control... "... Ah!" a bald suntanned man placed his coffee cup away from his lips. "This?" he pointed, "is a plan coming together." The man leaned back in his chair, placed his cup on the nearby table, and watched the action unfold on the monitor. The teen operating the circuit board, a slim black British male, turned and smiled. "I gotta shake your hand on this." He swivelled his chair and exchanged a hardy handshake with the man. "Thank you," the man replied with a smooth low tempo voice and a warm smile. "Man, you got the mother to do the Argos, all so her son could do..." He turned to the series of monitors. "Damn, you're the best at this, Ned." "Oh, I'm nothing special," Ned said with a mild chuckle. The two of them were in a surveillance van, watching one of six monitors, the one located in Larry Holmes' bedroom. Ned shuffled closer, put his hand on the teen's shoulder and talked business. "Darren, you'll be doing the pickup. All four, as we've confirmed –" Ned slapped his forehead. "Oh, shoot, I'm sorry, four with the possibility of five." He pointed to the radio. "I found one that could be a candidate." "Got it." the teen nodded. "Who is the fifth?" Ned brushed his hand past the van window's curtain. "She'll walk by in, oh, seven minutes." "Cool." Darren watched the monitors while Ned sat silently by the window, watching, waiting. "... I'm going to America tomorrow," said Ned. "Oh?" said Darren. "Pickup? Recruitment?" "Pickup. We've had our eyes on this family for a while." Without looking away from the window, Ned pointed at the table. "Family name is Cestin. File is right there." Darren picked it up. He lit up. "Wooo, wow, this is something else!" Ned nodded. "Sure is. It's my last assignment. Can't wait for retirement." Darren looked back at the furiously masturbating teen. "Good, good, more time in the Homeland." "Yes indeed... Oh, there she is." Ned opened the door. "See you soon, Darren. "Later." In a cotton shirt and cargo pants, Ned felt the chilly English weather going into his bones. Yet he knew he wouldn't remain cold for long, knowing his home was sunny all year-round. Ned had thoughts of home on his mind when he found his target and rushed over to her. "Excuse me, Miss." A supremely busty white woman in heels and in a dress far too tight for her turned and gave Ned a smile. "Lost, babe?" She had dyed red hair and long fake eyelashes. Dark Ned immediately stepped in. He had a long list of names he wanted to call her, including but not limited to 'fucking cocksucking bitch-faced dumb cunty whore.' But tonight, he forego long, outlandish theatrics. He didn't need them. "Sex." He grunted and nudged his head in the direction of an alleyway. The woman looked at the alley and then at him. "...Yeah, all right." He nodded, grabbed her by the arm and led the way. Seconds later and the woman was moaning, groaning and wailing in ways that were loosely human. Darren shuddered, sipped his coffee and whispered, "Oh she is so in." *** Tabootopia: A Nation of Incest. One Nation Underneath Each Other. The Sinner's Paradise. The Forbidden Heaven. It's all these things and more. So why was it a nation of incest? Answer: because everyone is family and everyone is fucking. Yes, there was a copious amount of sex in Tabootopia. Tons, in fact, of all kinds. Mom-son, father-daughter, brother-sister, sister-sister, all the races, big and small, small and big, everything, literally every type of sex has been done in Tabootopia. But the really dirty secret was that Tabootopia was not about the sex. Tabootopia was about the people. The people made Tabootopia. Every single one of them, all friendly, all good people at heart. Hey, she may punch you in the neck during intercourse, but she still likes you. Five teens learnt the value of the Tabootopia people during their journey and had this message repeated to them when they made this, their final checkpoint before they reached their ultimate destination. To recap: Five teenagers from Tabootopia's suburbs, Our Haven, made the journey through the farm and industrial land of Tabootopia, Gaudium, and managed to get past the darkness and weirdness of Tabootopia's lost land, Sector Three. These five are: Regina Cestin, a frowny well-chested American teen girl; Tammie Kwon, a tall statuesque Korean-American, who is also Regina's girlfriend; Daniel Nova, a mocha plain American teen who loves all things taboo-related since he was 8; Kelly Vanderbosch, Daniel's girlfriend, a cute, petite, creamy-skinned teen; and finally, Björn, a slim Swede who loves taboo-themed pornography, hates romance and loves American cop shows. Last we saw of them, The International Lovers of Sex, Style and Sleep had exited Sector Three and found themselves truly amazed at what was in front of their eyes... *** The teens had never felt such brightness. A searing white brightness, a light so big and bright that it felt like it was almost baking them. They quickly looked away from the light and looked out at another wonderful sight: a clear blue ocean. They watched the swaying ocean and only then noticed that the ground was heavy while also soft. After a minute, Tammie looked down and saw sand on her shoes. "What is this?" asked Tammie. "I knew it: we're dead," said Daniel. "I predicted this: we died back on Earth and made this world with our fantasies. This is the end point." Kelly was horrified. "Oh no, really? Awww, I don't wanna go into the light." Björn was not happy. "Ahh, nothing can beat this... heaven can, umm, suck it." Regina shook her head. "We're not dead, we're, umm, we're..." Before anyone could think of what they were, a loud pop was heard from the left. They turned and saw two young women in blue shirts and shorts. One was blonde and busty, the other dark, tall and frizzy-haired. "Con... gratulations! Woo!" The girls cheered in unison. They held poppers in their hands and released the confetti into the air. Daniel squinted. "Huh? What the –?" "Congrats, you!" said the blonde. The group turned and stepped away from the glare of the sun. They saw a paved path beyond them, and right in front, these two girls and their fantastically tight t-shirts. The shirts had a few very important words on them: New Babylon University. Ms Frizzy stepped forward and did a little bang-bang with her fingers. "You guys passed the induction: you're officially in New Babylon University!" The Inter-Lovers erupted into a cheer. Björn jumped up and down, Tammie and Regina held hands and bumped boobs, and a delighted Kelly jumped into a jubilant Daniel's arms. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" said Daniel as he pumped his fist into the air. Another NBU helper ran up the pathway and tossed a clipboard to Blondie. She grabbed it, turned, and looked at the crew. "Now I know some of you already." She took her pen out of her pocket and put it next to her lips. "Tammie Kwon and Regina Cestin." "We met?" asked Regina. "Oh no," she said with a flirty leg twirl. "It's just that I've seen you girls on the television, some very hot stuff." She cleared her throat. "Ahem, okay let's just get this business done: Daniel, check; Kelly, check; Björn, check. Okay, follow me." The teens followed on, all buzzing with victory. "Where are we?" asked Regina. They went past the small paved path and just right then Blondie stepped to the side and waved her arm across: "Why it's your reward: Eden Resort!" Eden Resort: A sunny sandy beach that overlooked a pristine blue ocean. Or in other words: Tabootopia on sand. People of all ages and sizes were walking around on the beach, many in beachwear and many just naked. A quick scan showed around two dozen visitors, a good number, the area sparse, open, leaving the people to get on with their atypical misdeeds. Oh yes, sex on the beach, hot, wild and sweaty, couples getting it on, and families having the best vacations ever... Daniel spotted something he found quite amazing: "Wow!"Look, lookit!" he paused to grab his breath. "That mom is in a thong! Right next to her son! There are at least... five moms in thongs with their sons. Oh my God: there are tons of nearly naked moms with their sons! Some are naked!" He gasped. "That Chinese mom is having sex with her husband while her sons are making a sandcastle!" Previously cool and calm Daniel was losing the pitch in his voice, his tone going from high to low. "God, all moms and they're being naked with their sons and daughters and all are naked in front of them like this and I think I'll go now see them." His face was red and his mouth hung open. "Oh my gosh: Daniel snapped!" shrieked Kelly. Björn vigorously shook his head: "This is his Disneyland!" Björn grabbed his friend's shoulders. "This is, umm, his dream! He, umm, loves hot moms that get near or fully naked around their sons in a setting in which it is socially acceptable for a woman to be undressed in front of her family members!" Daniel walked to the beach in a catatonic state. "Hey, hold on," said Frizzy. "We're not done explaining." Daniel paused while looking out at the moms who wore thongs around their sons. "You can give us your bags," said Blondie. "Our staff will put it in your pre-booked hotel room." Regina, Tammie and Kelly handed their bags to the staff. Daniel handed his to Björn, who handed his and Daniel's bags to the nearby attendants. "They'll show you to your room." Blondie tilted her head to the left and showed them something they'd completely missed: a three-story white building that was next to several little shops and eateries. Regina and Tammie followed Blondie and Frizzy. "Hey, Daniel!" shouted Kelly. "Hotel?" "He's gone to the perverted side," said Regina to Kelly. "Just let him go, let him get it out of his system." "Meaning he'll jerk himself silly till his mind gets clear," Tammie said bluntly. "Eww." Kelly disapproved but understood the logic. "Björn, come here." Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 10 Björn dashed over. "Yes, yes? Umm, I don't want to miss the mothers in thongs around their sons." Kelly looked at Frizzy. "Excuse me, can you hand him a key to our hotel room?" "Oh yes, of course." Frizzy called another helper over and took a card from him. She handed it to Björn. "Thank you, thank youuu." He ran back to Daniel's side. Kelly watched the boys walk away. She turned to Tammie and Regina. "I'll just hang out with you two... as long as you promise not to touch me." "We won't," said a slightly fidgety Regina. "We're not some weird perverts that have to fuck every hot girl we see – oh fuck this." Regina tapped Blondie's shoulder, saw her turn – and struck as soon as the glossy hot lips came into view. Just like that, Regina was pushing her lips on Blondie's, they stumbling over a railing and grabbing each other's bodies with wild abandonment. Frizzy and Tammie looked at the action. They then looked at each other and just like that a powder keg exploded. Boom, they went at it, tall girl on tall girl, lips locked, hands going everywhere. "Umm, I'll... yeah." "Kelly stepped back, looked at the ground and waited for the opening lesbian festivities to conclude. *** Regina and Tammie got to see something they'd wanted to see for a while now: Kelly's naked body. It wasn't by sexual means they'd got this achievement to happen: Kelly had not showered for days, was sticky and sweaty, and the only shower in the hotel suite was a wide rectangle block that was designed for multiple people. Regina and Tammie also added that 'sisters' shower together, and since Kelly was a sucker for emotional attachments, she agreed. She immediately regretted her decision when she figured out what 'sisters' do to each other in Tabootopia. "Oh jeez." Kelly covered up her perky boobs with one arm, using her free hand to rub soap over her cute little bubble butt. She stayed in the corner, Regina and Tammie in the centre. "I don't know what came over me," said Regina in reference to the blonde girl. "I saw her tight butt in those jeans and I kinda just," she shrugged, "snapped. I couldn't stop myself." "You're letting yourself be real," replied Tammie as she rubbed soap over her breasts. "I can control myself because, you know, I'm awesome, but you're still fresh in this, being a full-on fuckfiend, taking and fucking bitches whenever you please." "I was just horny," she replied. "I'm not super-dom like you." Regina put her left hand out and washed Tammie's back. "I like it best when it's just me and you. Gentle, loving, soft, tender –" "When every kiss makes us tingle inside..." Tammie turned, went for a kiss, then turned around. "No! We can't waste our vacation by having sex with each other. Other bitches out there need it from us. It's our duty... plus we got an apartment and a queen-sized bed waiting for us in NBU. We'll be going all night, every night." Regina smiled. "Can't wait." Regina kissed Tammie's shoulder. "You got some nice squirt from Frizzy." "And you got Blondie on jelly legs. Nice work. Now let me give you my blow-by-blow." Regina and Tammie discussed sex techniques while Kelly washed in silence. Kelly then saw something which she had to speak out on: untrimmed bushes. "Umm, guys," said Kelly. "Ahh, the, umm, I was just looking –" Tammie grinned. "I knew you wanted to turn." She licked her lips. "No-no-no-no-no! I was talking about your vaginas." "You're welcome to lick." Regina shrugged. "No-no-no! I meant the hair, your bushes, t-t-they've grown and I really want to trim them." Tammie examined herself. "Hmm... yeah, Tightness, go ahead, make me bare." Regina nodded. "Me too." "Okay, I'll do it – as long as you promise not to do things to me." "We won't, promise," replied Regina. "I won't," replied Tammie. "I like to savour my feasts, not have one after the other." A wet Kelly rushed to her bag, got what she needed, and inspired by Mom Wars premier vaginal shaver Mech, Kelly got on her knees with cream on her hands. Regina and Tammie stood side by side, their hands on each other's butt cheeks. "Okay." Kelly applied the cream first to Regina and then to Tammie. Tammie shivered. "Oh you better not be trying to get me off." "I'm-I'm not. I do this all the time with my mom, oh and with Miss Beauvais. She had really nice vaginal hair." "Vivi has one of those stylish bushes," said Regina. "You know, the thick ones." "Oh, Vivian Keentucker?" asked Kelly. "Oh I would have really liked to have seen her 'bush' in person. Daniel showed it to me once in this magazine, 'Kay Parker Beavers,' and I think it looks really nice." Regina shrugged. "I don't want that hassle. Make me bare, please." "Yes." Kelly got into the zone and shaved the ladies with just the right level of comfort and precision. After finishing her close shave, Kelly handed the girls some balms. "Here, you can rub these on by yourselves." Regina nodded. "Thanks, Kelly." As did Tammie. "You got a talent for this, Tightness; my pussy's not felt this bare since I was seven." "Seven?" Regina raised an eyebrow. "Yeah... I was an early-grower." After drying off, a nude Tammie sauntered to the adjacent bedroom. The white hotel room had two king-sized beds on the left, a cabinet on the right and a balcony to the north. Tammie went towards the balcony and looked out. On this, the third floor, Tammie was able to get a view of the beach and accompanying sidewalk. She looked down and saw a stunning mid-40s black woman and a sexy petite Latina lady. The women, wearing stylish kaftans, sunglasses and large hats, walked onto the beach and started talking to a pudgy curly-haired blonde man, a camera around his neck. Tammie tried figuring out what was going on, then shrugged, walked back into the room, opened the cabinet and found a bundle of bikinis. "Ohh!" Tammie gave a rare girly shriek. She looked around at the choices. Regina walked in with a towel wrapped around her body. "Oh, free bikinis?" "Yeah, though I don't see the need when you look like this." She stood tall and ran her hands down her pristine nude teen body. "Clothes don't do this justice. But this, this right here, is money, and it needs to be saved for TV and magazines. So let's see what I can accessorize with – wait... something's wrong." She rubbed her left foot against her right calf muscle. "I feel... off." "Do you want to cum?" "I cummed just this morning, so... ah! I've not had a workout! Fuck, yeah, I knew what my body was telling me: I need a gym, yeah, because a machine like this," again pointed to herself, "knows when it's time for a tune-up, and I need it – now." "I'll come with," said Regina. "Kelly?" "Oh no, I just found this." Wet naked Kelly ran in and showed the girls a pair of tiny hedge clippers. "I'll be grooming myself," she said with a big smile as she pointed to her own smooth light lawn. "Good for you." Tammie grabbed the phone. "Hello? Room service, yeah I want to know where the gym is... Downstairs? Great, thanks. Oh, and if you have any attractive females around, please try to keep them away from me... No, I'm not joking: Beast Mode means hot bitches are in serious danger. You sound quite hot yourself; I suggest you hide under a desk." *** Tammie and Regina successfully reached the gym without any real incidents. One girl in lemon-yellow shorts did have her ass grabbed by Tammie, though that was seen more as a 'hello' than anything else. Tammie was in her workout gear: black sports bra and knee-high spandex tights – with nothing on underneath, the thin fabric giving a perfect outline of Tammie's round butt and tasty vagina. Regina wore basketball shorts and a tight white tank top with no bra, pokies visible. Tammie powered in, Gatorade in hand, Regina behind her, their bare feet smacking the wood floor with hot, hot heat. Like a hunter sniffing its prey, Tammie looked around for her first machine. The gym itself was a first-rate facility; lots of space, lots of equipment and the music at a low, smooth level. Most of the clientele were muscular men that leered in an open yet respectable manner. All in all a pleasant atmosphere. The rules were put on the wall for all to see: 1. No Socks, No Shoes, No Sandals. Bare Feet ONLY 2. Overly Restrictive Clothing is NOT Allowed 3. You Will Be Groped AT ALL TIMES. Tammie found a treadmill and went hard on it. Regina jogged beside her, her machine going at a moderate pace. Tammie went for thirty minutes, the sweat trickling down like oil. When she was done, her honey-coloured skin was glistening. "Ah!" Tammie swigged from her bottle. She then wiped her forehead and sniffed. Something sweet was coming her way. A stout blonde girl in a pink top and matching spandex shorts approached Tammie. "Hi," she said with a high-pitched American teen girl voice. "Are you... T.K Won?" Tammie nodded and wiped her arm across her face. "Yeah." "Wow, I'm so glad to meet you. Big fan. Oh, I'm Lobicky." Lobicky was a cute blonde, yes, we've seen this before – but this one was different. Her cute face was in stark contrast to her rock-hard fitness model body. Lobicky had meaty arms, rock-hard six-pack abs and big, powerful thighs. Nice rack, too. Tammie glanced for a second, just a second, and saw Lobicky as a sexual equal and not a sex victim/conquest. Tammie chose to shake hands with the woman. "Hmm, you look buff. You compete?" Tammie asked in reference to the Tabootopia sport known as the Sex Games. "Yeah, but just an Amateur, not a Professional like you." The Sex Games had the following ranks: Rookie, Amateur, Semi-Pro, Professional, Super Professional, Sex Expert, Super Sex Expert, Sex Master, Super Sex Master, and the ultimate rank, Grand Sex Champion. Tammie was one of the rare high school students to reach Professional. Tammie nodded. "It takes a lot of reaming to get to my level." Lobicky pursed her lips, nodded and said. "Dude, I gotta let you know that you are... awesome! You're super, super hot – you already know that though – and, wow, you even smell good when sweaty! Wow! I've seen you on TV so many times. Dude, you so should be way more famous than you already are! Look at Pocket Polly: she's Semi-Pro and she has her own TV show." "That's what my top bitch says." Tammie pointed at Regina. "She says I need to do 'more' to get my name out there, but I'm, like, whatever, I'm in it for the love of it." Regina pat Tammie's toned butt cheeks. "I tell her she could be huge. Hi, I'm Regina." Regina planned to kiss Lobicky on the lips, but backed away when she, in the space of a second, examined the muscular teen. Lobicky had a legs-wide stance, fiery blue eyes, and unashamed perspiration: she was a clear-cut alpha female. Regina decided against kissing this girl: Regina knew that you don't kiss an alpha female and just back away, so she waved. "Hi, Lobicky here." She smiled. "Hey! I know you! You're in those videos with Tammie! Hey, I really like those DVDs in which you and Tammie are filmed from your bedroom. Dude, the audio commentary from your dads is so awesome. I'm so jealous: your dads rock!" Lobicky did the devil horns sign. Regina sighed. "Dad..." She shook her head. "Hey, don't be embarrassed by him," replied Lobicky. "Your dad is cool. He's into what you do. My dad couldn't give a hoot about what I do on my fun time. I mean, this one time I run up to him and I'm all, like, pink dress ruined, pigtails loose, bare feet, like now – hey nice feet on you girls – and I'm, like, 'Dad, me and Zena Michael' – who was the most hottest and popular girl in school – 'got together and she told me she was always, like, a secret gay girl and, like, we had the hottest makeout session in the gym. Isn't that awesome, Dad?' But my dad is all like, 'Lena' – real name, don't tell anyone – 'I support your alternative lifestyle, but I don't want to know these things.' Well I want you to know, Dad, I want you to care... I want you to care!" Lobicky gritted her teeth and stamped the floor. "Hey, you okay?" asked Tammie. Lobicky played with her hair. "I'm good, just went to a bad place. Hey, tell me about the porno movies you filmed." After telling Lobicky about the making of their most intimate picture, 'Shower Shower Shower: The Tammie and Regina Story', Lobicky went and told them about herself. "NBU, huh? So you're nineteen and going into college. Awesome, right on. I went straight into NBU when I came in at twenty, which is four years back now. They were awesome. They promoted me well, got me the best gyms, best fitness guys, best bitches, and got me right into my current job." "Are you still in the fitness sector?" asked Regina. "Yeah, totally, personal trainer to kids at a camp, health camp, which is awesome as I really get to put them through it. Best part is I get to work with my mentor, she's the queen of awesomeness, she's –" The girls paused when they heard footsteps. "Hi everyone!" A late-30s tanned Caucasian woman came jogging into the scene. "Oh here she is," said Lobicky. The woman was bronzed, toned to the gills, and wearing a bright smile across her face. She spoke in her Mid-West infomercial voice. "Hey girls, I'm Diana." She wore a tight black one-piece leotard; the suit exposed her butt cheeks and had her hard nipples poking right through it. The leotard was also covered in a torrent of sweat, the fabric clinging to her fitness model body. Strong yet feminine, Diana was a curiously attractive woman, one who was both hot and intimidating. She also looked quite familiar. Regina's eyes grew wide. "You're Dynamite Diana. I've seen you on TV, in commercials." "That I am." Diana leaned over and kissed Regina's cheek. She shook hands with Tammie, knowing the alpha female etiquette (a beast in heat may be in need of a feast). "Hi girls, so glad to meet you – oh, almost forgot, this is my son, Sian." Diana stepped to the side to show her unassuming teen boy. He was about 5'4, hairless, shoeless, had short blonde hair and was wearing what seemed to be his little blue briefs. Diana violently ruffled his hair. "Come on, speak." He looked up and spoke with a timid voice. "Hello." "Dy-Di, can we hang with Tammie and Regina?" asked Lobicky. "Absolutely yes," said Diana. She turned to Tammie and Regina. "We just finished our heavy weights and are now going to our boxing workout. Do you want to join us?" Tammie nodded and Regina shrugged. "Okay," they agreed. The girls walked, Sian following behind. Regina touched Dynamite Diana's abs. "Wow – oh, I'm sorry, it's just you and Lobicky got such awesome bodies." "Thank you very much. It's called dedication. D-e-d-i-c-a-t-i-o-n," she looked at her son while spelling out the word. "Understand?" "Yes, Mom." "Hi, Sian." Charitable Regina touched Sian's shoulder and rubbed it. "Please don't touch him," said Diana. "Why?" asked Regina. "Because he's being punished; he masturbated two times over his limit." "Aw that's not so bad." "It is when he does it on your face." "Oh." Regina let go. Meanwhile, Tammie and Lobicky spoke about their experiences with the media. "Ugh, I can't stand interviews," said Tammie. "I mean, I can talk, no doubt, but I hate those stupid questions." Lobicky agreed. "Totally. I mean, this one time, in Our Haven, I got this interview with Jenny Thompson, you know her?" "Yeah, I know her." "Cool – and I mean know her as in know of her, not know her because you're both Asian or something like that – so anyway, it's morning, I'm jazzed, and I got this cute babe in this dress, you know those dresses? Those ones which are tied with a robe and can be taken off from the front?" "Oh yeah." "Some I'm, like, wet, dripping, and this bitch is asking me questions about where I'm from, what I like to do. Dude, I'm, like, 'Jenny, you know I'm going to fuck you, right?' and she just smiles and giggles. So after two more questions I grab the bitch, throw her on the ground and hump her till I cum. She, of course, loved it, and so did the viewers, but I was not going to be in another situation where I wasn't fucking by my own terms." "That's why I won't be getting my own show. My dad took me to a meeting once and these guys wanted to put me in the role of this demure girl that occasionally snapped and turned into a beast that just fucks and owns these bitches. They called it Bitch Hulk. But I was like, umm, I am the beast – and not just on special occasions, but twenty-four-seven, three-sixty-five, twice on Sundays. I'd only consider a show in which I'm an Amazon that goes around fucking bitches, some fantasy Xena stuff like that." Bitch Hulk was later rejigged and given to Brutal Bitch Brianna. Meanwhile, while Regina and Diana were talking, a group of three muscular men came by and individually, one-by-one, grabbed at Diana's body as they passed by her. "Hi, babe." A man in bicycle shorts grabbed Diana's butt with an iron grip. "Hi, Kaito." Another man came, leaned down and gave Diana a wet sloppy kiss to the lips, grabbing her boob as he did. "Tight today." "Thanks, Quinn." The last, a large man from Senegal, slapped Diana's ass cheeks so hard that the smack could be heard all around the room. He grinned and took a deep feel of the woman's butt. "Uhh!" He bit down hard on his lower lip and thrust his cock by her hips. "Hmm? Oh hello, Kames." He put his free hand on her neck and grinded on her. "Me this morning." "Yes, you." "Oh I'm gonna make you cum so deep." Diana froze. She turned to Kames. "You're going to make me orgasm?" This 6'4 goliath took his large hands off this woman's body. "I'm sorry, ma'am." "Get it straight: I make myself orgasm. You're just my tool, the cock." "Sorry." "Now go before I change my mind." "Sorry, ma'am." He rushed away. Regina was impressed. "Nice work, Diana." "Thank you," she said with a stoic expression. Diana didn't notice that her son, Sian, was standing right next to her as she got groped. Lobicky noticed. "Hey." She grabbed the top of his head. "Kiss my butt, go on." She peeled down her shorts and forced his head into her butt. "Uhh, no, no," he quietly protested. "Go on." She pushed his head and got him to do it. "Oh yeah little dude, work that tongue. "Lobicky kept walking and talking, Sian's lips stuck to her butt. "So you didn't see the sign that said you'd be groped at all times?" "Must have missed it," replied Tammie. "Oh don't worry; these guys are nice enough not to grab new girls. They gotta know you first, you know – oww!" She looked down at Sian. "Did I say you could bite?" She pushed him off. "Little bitch-boy." "So is he, like, your little dungeon boy or something?" Tammie asked. "Oh no-no, he's like the little brother I never had." She looked down at him. "And I'm his big sister, right? Now massage your sister's butt with your freakishly small stubby fingers – now!" *** The four girls plus boy went to the boxing area. There, Diana and Lobicky had Sian hold the mitts while they threw jabs near his face. After working up enough of a sweat, the girls went to the shower. From there it was off to the steam room. The three teen girls sat on the benches, all nude, their shiny vaginas all waxed and clean. Regina nudged Tammie's shoulder. "Hey, just over there is New Babylon." Tammie nudged back and smiled. "Yeah... we've come a long way. Hey, remember when we first met? You were so sweet and fresh. When I saw you, I thought, 'Wow I can't wait to ream that hot bitch' – keyword: hot." Regina giggled. She turned to Tammie and looked into her eyes. "And I thought, 'Wow, that's the most beautiful girl I have ever seen – but what a fucking cunt.'" Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 10 "Me? A cunt?" Tammie grinned. She rubbed her index finger on Regina's chin. The two hummed and giggled before placing their lips together and exchanging burning hot saliva. Lobicky looked on with a blank stare. "Whoa, heavy... I don't think I can kiss like that. Yo, emotions, wassup, woot-woot... yeah." "Oh stop, you're a gorgeous young lady." Diana poked at Lobicky's springy lips. "Oh stop, come on, Mom – I mean Di-Dy, Diana, yeah, my female boss, my female boss..." Diana and Lobicky got over the awkward mishap and got to chitchatting, Regina and Tammie continuing to make soft lesbian love, Sian just there, naked and small. Then a knock-knock on the door. Lobicky opened it and in walked Kames, naked and having all the presence of a takeout pizza. "There." Diana pointed at the bench. Kames laid himself out, erect and ready to go. "And you watch this," she pointed at her son, "and learn." Diana grabbed the cock, stood over it, waited, waited, and then lowered her vagina down onto the piece, gritting her teeth as it got inside her. "Yeah, you like that?" she said to her son. "Like seeing your momma get naked, don't you?" He nodded. "Like seeing me all naked and taking cock? You little pervert! I can see you getting hard." He responded with a more eager nod. Sian could smell his mother's breath: it was warm and smelt like coal. "Like jerking off to me, don't ya? Huh?" Diana lightly shoved her son's shoulder. "Gotten shy now? You weren't so shy when you were cumming all over my face, were you? Were you?!" She shoved his shoulder. "Look at me and answer! Speak!" "N-no, Mom, I'm sorry." "For what?" she said as she held her tits and growled. "For... for." Diana cupped her tits. "Sorry, can you speak up? Can you be louder? I said be louder." "For-for." "Say it!" she shoved him. Sian stumbled, stood straight and looked at the ground. "For being a dirty little boy. For being a dirty little boy." Diana grinned. "Now go on, masturbate, go on, masturbate to your mother, watch her get this cock, watch me get this – look at me when I talk to you!" She poked his chest with her forefinger. Regina and Tammie seemed slightly concerned. "Isn't she being too mean?" Regina asked Lobicky. "Hmm?" Lobicky looked away from her nails. "That? That's just them playing. You should see her when she's really ticked off – oh, I know: Hey, Dy-Di, Sian bit my butt." Diana looked over at Lobicky and then back at her son, looking at him with real fire in her eyes. "You bit her butt? You bit into her butt!?" Wham, a fist from Diana to Sian's chest. Sian groaned. "I'm sorry, Mother." Lobicky nodded. "Now we're talking." Diana put her hands on her hips and gyrated on the cock. She was doing the classic 'Listen here, Mister' look, but with her own added touches: naked and with a 9-inch cock inside her. This girth and size was nothing to her, Diana having trained for this kind of strenuous exercise, not letting a single sweat drop go down her toned frame. Diana turned from her son, looking with icy eyes at... "Tamara Kwon." Tammie turned her eyes to Diana. "...Yes." She extended her thumb and pointed to herself. "I'm a Sex Expert." Tammie stopped her diddling and watched. "Yes, ma'am." Diana turned to her son. "See, now that's respect – Sian! Are you ejaculating already!? Where is your discipline?" She bounced on the cock to show her displeasure. "That's it, Sian, march down right here! Right now, mister! Put your little kisser right next to mine; look right at me while I have my sex. I said move!" She grabbed his arm and pulled him closer. "Right, just for that I'm going for super long sex. Now watch your mother take cock, go on, look at me, boy, watch your mother take cock!" He nodded and stood with his arms by his side. "It... It hurts." "Yes, I know your little pecker is hurting. But you're not going to touch it, even when I do this." She placed her fingers on her nipples and softly pinched them. "Now shut up and take your punishment like a man, you perverted little boy!" *** Daniel and Björn were on the beach, lounging around in their underwear, Daniel in his dark-blue war-torn briefs and Björn in his InuYasha boxers (hotel key in boxer pockets). They'd found a nice spot underneath some large umbrellas and parked themselves there, on the sand. The boys had a great view, watching as a plethora of gorgeous women walked by, all with features that dazzled and amazed: beautiful faces, pert breasts, firm and juicy butts, tremendous figures, many of these women accompanied by someone who was not allowed to look at them in that way: their sons. For Daniel and Björn, the pleasure came when they saw the snapshots, the little images that crystallized the fetish, like when the perfectly pert B-cup Vietnamese mom stripped to just her thong, and her own son couldn't help but take a cheeky glance at his mother's cute little tits and round bare buttocks. He couldn't quit staring at his mom, his mom, his mom... What was more shocking? That the stunning and sexy lady is your mother, or that your mother is a stunning and sexy lady? These were the questions that were posed to the sons on the beach. Hard questions indeed; Heck, what do you do if your mom looks like a Sports Illustrated model? Actually, most in that situation just admit their mother is a very attractive woman and move on with their lives. That's what most sons of supermodels, actresses and general hot women do... but there are some that like to linger on that question. They think, 'Damn, my own mother... is sexy!' Then the friends come over and confirm it. 'Dude, your mom is hot!' Now the 'normal sons', they react with due hostility and say something along the lines of, "Dude, that's my mom. Back off.' They treat their mother's attractiveness as a nuisance, something their male friends like to pester them about. Then there are the other sons, the ones who are actually excited by the confirmation of their mothers' hotness. 'Wow, my mom really is hot – and other people agree!' Yes, confirmation is always nice, especially when it's trusted friends telling you that your mom indeed has a great rack. So now these sons think their moms are hot; what to do from here? Start peeking on Mom in the shower? Start sniffing her thongs? Any good son would not peek because that's wrong, and sniffing undergarments is just downright rude and inconsiderate: you guys are slobbering over some expensive fabric. So when can you see Mom without clothes? Family vacation, of course. That brings us back to Eden Resort. What Daniel and Björn saw were pervert sons letting their eyes loose, looking at their moms in their unclothed glory 'Oh my gosh, that's what Mom's nipples look like?' Oh yes, happy sons all over the place. Stop. Interjection time: This was Tabootopia and seeing your mom naked here seemed to be as normal as brushing your teeth – but that's not necessarily true. Many moms in Tabootopia did not have freewheeling incest attitudes; many remained conservative (with their kids, at least) and a lot of them made sure Son did not see Mom's bare boobies. So for these sons, the beach was the place they could see Mom's no-no areas, see her out in the open and free, because the beach has always been the place where women flaunt it if they got it – and oh these mommas had it in spades. These sons that admired their attractive mothers have been analyzed by Daniel and Björn. They summarised that these sons that had reached Tabootopia were not the kind that ran around the internet screaming ''I wanna fuck mah my mom please help me do it'. A lot of them – most of them as later research would prove – actually did not readily desire sexual contact with their own mothers; rather they took pleasure in knowing their mothers had a sexual side. These sons took pleasure in knowing erotic details about their mothers' lives, like, for example: what kind of underwear she wore, what kind of men she liked, whom she dated, whom she wants to date, and to go even deeper, what kind of sex she likes. These sons liked knowing that their mothers were sexual beings, women who were admired by others – and wanted by others. Enjoying with respect and dignity, the sons with this unique fetish were collectively known as Admirer Boys. Daniel and Björn spotted an Admirer Boy, one who was of Norwegian origin. This guy was taking real joy in watching other men stop and stare at his sunbathing pixie-like mother. The son really seemed to like it when one man stopped and showered his mother with the following musical compliments. "Nice ass. Cute butt. Great tits. Hot babe. Magical fairy mother of Asgard I'd like to really-really finger-fuck-ah you~." The man went on to start a proper conversation with this woman, and thanks to Tabootopia having no social stigma to moms flirting in front of their sons, he succeeded. He took her by the hand and started kissing her. Son looked on eagerly, his happy face showing that he really, really liked it when his mother got exposed like that. He enjoyed seeing his mother in a way he's not supposed to, seeing her be a flirty, attractive, giggly, excited woman. 'Hey, quit staring at my mom... at least say hello. Go on, she's single.' "I'd like a drink," said a hoarse Daniel, "but I left my money in my bag." "Ah-ha-ha, I, umm, keep my money in my boxers," Björn dug into his boxers and produced a few notes. He ordered two soft drinks from a nearby attendee. After getting their drinks, they stretched their feet out and relaxed, cold juices in hand and soft sand beneath them. Daniel then suddenly burst into life. He grabbed Björn's arm and pointed. "Whoa, lookit, lookit: Maria Lucia and her son – and her daughter!" Maria Lucia was well-known to Björn and Daniel. She worked as a weather girl for TTS (Tabootopia Television Station) but was far more famous for her body than her body of work. She was a shapely 5'5 Brazilian woman with sun-kissed skin, large boobs, small waist, and an ass that just defied gravity. Her backside was like two perfectly round beach balls, just so full of bounce, and Maria knew what her best asset was and made no attempt to hide it, wearing a string thong along with a matching green bikini top. Accompanying Maria was her son, Marco. This wavy-haired boy wore strawberry Speedos over his smooth lean body. Right next to him was someone who'd only been heard about but not seen – Maria's daughter, Christie. She was a petite little brunette that took after her mother, shapely in all the right regions, her butt shaped like a cute peach, her firm little boobies jiggling out of her pink-hearted bikini. Daniel and Björn just gawped as they watched the family speak loudly to each other, the boys unable to understand a word any of them were saying. That didn't matter; words were not needed for them to admire Mother and Daughter's amazing bodies. The family were speaking in rapid Portuguese. Son Marco was pouting. "Mother, I want to start masturbating." Maria turned her head, her ass cheeks wiggling by her son's crotch. "Didn't you blow a load in the hotel?" Christie giggled. "Idiot can't hold it in." Marco flicked his hair and put his free hand on his penis. "You don't understand how many times I have to do this. You think I'm just playing, but it hurts to hold in my urges. If I wasn't as controlled as I am, I'd be cumming now! All over you! All over you!" He shook his fist to illustrate his point. Christie frowned and slapped her vagina. "You stupid face! You think I can't open my mouth and have men cum all over me whenever I want? I have sexual energy around me all day and all night." She turned her head. "Look, those boys are masturbating to me right now." Marco looked in the direction of the Inter-Lovers. "Them? They're masturbating to Mama, not to you. I know those kinds of boys." Marco placed a gentle hand on his mother's ample buttocks. "This here is a woman, this is what they like. Look, they're touching themselves even faster now." Maria turned and slapped her son's hand away. "Hands off!" she said with a hearty laugh. "I'm saving myself." "I'm sorry, Mama. Oh, Christie, Mama, look, we're being so rude. Come, come, let's invite those boys over here." Christie frowned. "Do we have to invite them? They look so stupid." Maria laid out a towel. "Yes, of course we tell them to come here; we good people." Marco spoke in English. "Hey, guys, come over." Björn and Daniel froze. It's not every day that your masturbatory material speaks to you. "No shy, no shy, please, come, come." "Uhh... he's talking to us," whispered Daniel. "Well... let's go!" shouted Björn. Daniel and Björn got up. They adjusted themselves and walked over to the family. "Hello, my friends." Marco dashed over to them. He grabbed them by the shoulders and kissed each cheek, Daniel first and then Björn. Not their cup of tea but they had to admire his smooth skin. "Wow, Marco, you're taller than in the pictures and videos," noted Daniel. "Oh please do not remind me. I saw myself all tubby, doughy, and I said to my mother, 'No more candy, no more.' And then I got taller." Her Frowny Cuteness, Madam Christie was standing aside her brother. She grabbed Daniel's hand and kissed each of his cheeks. She then stepped back and put her long locks in a scrunchie. "Hi, I'm Christie," she said with a blank face. "Umm, Daniel." Björn rushed over and put out his hand. "Ahh, Björn." She laid her soft lips and sweet saliva on his cheeks. "Hello, Björn, I'm Christie." Maria was seated and motioning to get up. Daniel rushed to her and got to his knees. "No, please, no need to stand. I'm Daniel and it is an honour to meet you, ma'am." She smiled. "Thank you so much, I'm Maria from Brazil." She grabbed Daniel by the back of his head, and with surprising power, moved him in and laid a powerful, wet, hard kiss to his cheek. Daniel was shaken by the strength of this 5'5 dynamo. He smiled blankly before Björn rushed over, got on his knees and spoke like a giddy schoolboy. "Ahh, ma'am, it is, umm, pleasure to meet you, umm, I've been touching – I mean admiring you for so long, ha-ha." "Thank you so much, I am Maria." She grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him right above his lips. "So glad to meet two wonderful boys." "Umm, ahh, yes, ahh, yes, Björn, me Björn." "Very happy to meet you, thank you both so much for the support. Boys, you stay, you stay with us on this beach, you here with us now." "Thank you so much," said Daniel. "Thank you, Mama – I mean Miss Lucia," said Björn. "Yes, you stay. But now, please, please excuse me." She lay herself down on the towel and then turned herself around, front down, cheeks up. "Oh these knots." She grabbed at her bikini top, untied it and tossed it aside. "Marco." "Yes, Mama." He got to his knees and put his hands on his mother's string thong. He untied it and let it slip off her ample frame. There she was, Maria Lucia, 33-year-old hot shapely Brazilian woman, now naked, on the sand, with her kids. And things were only going to get better. "Marco, lotion." Marco grabbed the bottle. "Oh, you guys wanna help?" he said to Daniel and Björn. They had their hands out before they could say, "Yes, please!" Marco looked down. "Is that okay, Mama?" "Please, please, let them." Marco squirted cream in each of their hands. "One of you work on the left leg to butt, the other on the right leg to butt, and I work on her back." They got into formation and got to work. Daniel and Björn finished themselves off as soon as their hands reached Maria's buttocks. Easy to see why: Maria's butt was both soft and firm, their hands going into the sun-kissed surface, the springy Jell-O sensation going into their fingertips and rocking their whole bodies. After that it was all business, the boys diligently rubbing cream on this woman's ass cheeks and legs. Christie got on her knees, next to Björn. "You all look so stupid. Look at you, with your little cummy spots." Christie poked her index finger at Björn's willy. The hoarseness of Björn's voice indicated his imminent demise. "Ohhh! I'm-I'm, umm, going to die." "Boys are so stupid." Christie sniffed her finger and did a 'yuck' face. She then looked down at her mother. "Look at her, she's not excited by you boys." Marco stuck his tongue out. "We are not trying to excite her: we are just being good boys, so there." Neener-neener. Christie parked her little caboose on the floor and sat cross-legged. "Hmm, Mama's going to have sexy on the beach." "Oh yes," that perked Maria up. "With my man. I not seen him in a week, oh it been too long, too long, too long. Now kids, know Mama will get wild and may even suck on her man's 'cock'." Christie frowned. "Now what is this 'cock'? All I hear when I come to Tabootopia is this word. 'Oh baby, come suck my 'cock'.' Suck a 'cock'? Cock a chicken, no? And what is this cocksucker? This word confuses me. I met a Goth American lady and asked if she was a cocksucker; why did she get offended? I saw her sucking penis, two or three at once. Why she be mad if I just say what I saw? What? It a bad thing to be a cocksucker or a good thing? Which is it?" "It's... both," said Björn. "Huh!? Idiot, it can't be both a good and bad thing." Maria turned to face her daughter. "It depends on the woman and the man she is with. Like me, I am very proud of sucking my man's penis because I am proud to be with my man. I suck his penis, yes, but I am proud to say I do it; I have no shame even telling my own children that I suck his penis. But important fact is that he is a great man and that is why I am proud to let his 'cock' be in my mouth. Now why I suck his cock? Because I am woman and I do not pretend to not be a woman, so when I see my man have lot of tension and need relief, I offer him my mouth because I know me doing that will make him feel so very, very good." "But what a cocksucker, Mama?" asked Christie. "Yeah, umm, what a cocksucker, Mama?" asked Björn. "Shut up, stupid!" Christie backhanded-slapped Björn. "Hmm..." Maria looked for the right words. "Okay: a cocksucker is woman who has no pride when sucking a penis. She a woman that just suck any cock and is not selecting the proper man's cock to suck." "But I see you suck 'cock' of at least thirteen men," said Christie. "Over your life, yes, you have. But that was one-by-one, not I suck these mans' cocks at same time or something. See, I date Ben, I suck his cock, then we breakup and I suck Rodrigo cock. See? I suck thirteen cock over my whole life and a cocksucker will suck thirteen cocks over a week or month. Understanding it now?" Christie scratched her auburn hair. "So... a cocksucker is a woman who suck many, many cock and not be boyfriend with the men, and a woman like Mama is a good woman who suck cock the right and proper way, one man, one cock." "Exactly!" Maria smiled. "You understand it now." "I always did, I just needed it reminded so I know I'm right." Björn looked over at Christie. "Umm, do you, ahh, always talk like this with your mom?" Christie turned her head and scowled. "Stupid, you come from home where mother and child not talk about sex?" "Christie," Maria said with a firm tone. "Sorry, Mama." She looked at Björn and stuck her tongue out. Björn didn't mind Christie's rudeness. You see, Christie had Cute Girl Syndrome, meaning she could be abusive to boys like Björn and get away with it. After suitably lathering her up, the boys stepped away and allowed Maria to sunbathe in peace. They then sat on the sand and looked at the mid-morning ocean. Daniel spoke up. "Marco, I have a question –" "No, I do not want to bite my mother's butt." Marco was referring to his appearance on a candid camera show, the show in which Maria got discovered. You see, in their native Brazil, a cameraman had found Maria and her son Marco and filmed them. There was one famous scene in which Marco looked right at his mother's ass and drooled. The host/cameraman's line, "He looks like he wants to bite his mother's butt," has followed Marco around to this day. Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 10 "I actually wanted to lick or slap it." "Actually," said Daniel, "my question was: have you ever been in a situation where your mother has been performing sexual acts around you – uhh, kinda dumb question to ask now." "More sex!?"Christie strode over, sat down, violently nudged in between Björn and Daniel and glared at them both, rapidly turning her head from left to right. "It's sex-sex-sex-sex-sex with you two stupid boy! Let me tell you your answer: we've seen our mother have sex. Yes, we've been in the same bedroom when she's had sex; we sleep on floor as she gets sex. She used to put this stupid cloth in between, but it kept falling and she didn't care what we saw. I sometimes could not go sleep because my mother was having too much orgasm. Happy now, stupid boys?" She grabbed two handfuls of sand, threw her hands up and let the sand fly into the guys' faces. Daniel coughed and wiped his eyes. "Point made." Björn did the same. "Umm, why so mean?" Christie hissed. "You I hate the most." She stood up and bumped her vagina past the side of Björn's head. She walked away in a huff. "Oh she likes you," Marco said to Björn. "What? Oh, umm, no, she really, ahh, hates me. I know the signs; she's like the mean girls in school. Hmm, I, umm, like it when she's mean to me." "But she's mean because –" Daniel shook his head. "Don't explain it: he likes it like this." Then, Christie shrieked. "Papa!" The teens looked to the side and saw Christie jump into the arms of a big white man in grey shorts. Daniel and Björn examined the man as he hugged the girl. He was quite pale, had strong, defined facial features, cold blue eyes, and grey hair on his chest and a light dashing of it on his head. A fearsome man – and a large one: He made 5'3 Christie look positively tiny in his arms, his gargantuan 6'6, 280lbs frame holding her up with ease. "My darling," he said in his thick-as-granite Russian accent. He kissed her cheek and then let her down, her bikini bottoms all bunched up. "Here it comes," said Marco. "Now you get to really masturbate." Before explaining himself, Marco rushed over to the man and shook his hand. "Oh Marco, my boy," said the man. "You look well – oh, Maria!" "Yaakov!" Maria got her big sweaty frame up and jogged over to him, her ass cheeks swaying, sunlight gleaming down on her as she went into her man's arms. "Maria, oh." This big hairy man kneeled down and gave his South American woman a big hard, passionate, lip-to-lip kiss. Yaakov's hands quickly went to her body and slid right down to her ass cheeks, his paws taking a big fingers-all-in feel of her ripe buttocks. His claws were so strong that he lifted her off her feet, got her lips level with his, and kissed her as he held her by her ass. Helpless Maria had her feet dangling down by his knees, her strong white Russian man in a supremely dominant position. Indeed, Maria felt it, felt controlled, owned and under his complete power – and of course she was loving every second of it. "Oh my darling." Yaakov pushed Maria closer to his body, her boobs right on his chest. He then put his left arm over her lower-back and held her steady. He next reached his right hand over to her ass, and with his chin on her shoulder, watched himself fondle the Brazilian babe's juicy butt, using as much power and force as he deemed suitable. "Hmm, keeping it full, keeping it how I love it, love it, ah!" He slapped her ass with a powerful whack. "Oh my big butt princess." Maria giggled while panting. "Hee-hee, I know you love it, and I promise to keep it for you; no diet, never, all natural." Yaakov gave Maria another hard smack. "Good, as I want it, just as I want it." Yaakov's body was steaming red, his inner silverback unleashed. For a man like Yaakov – big, hairy, unclean and unshaved – there was no better woman than Maria. To him, she was all woman; A woman with luscious lips, soft bronze skin, natural full breasts, a large grabbable ass, and a vagina that was designed to accommodate his extra-large size. Maria understood him too, understood his needs and understood that with a man like Yaakov, a little bit of pain came with the pleasure. She understood his man-needs and did not protest when his fingers dug into her ass cheeks, or when he made her butt all red with spanks, or, coming up soon, when his thick hard cock would go all in and make her wince and forcefully cum. She knew the deal because her body was designed, nay, made for a man like Yaakov. Made to be fucked. Yaakov fell to his knees, and with Maria in his arms he went down, got on the sand and kissed her with powerful force. "Oh I so missed you," he said over the kisses. "Oh I've needed this, this, this!" The intensity was too much, leaving Maria unable to respond. She nodded, wrapped her arms around Yaakov's broad neck and felt her body vibrate. Feeling her man's battering ram trying to gain entry, Maria helped him by using her feet to help push down his shorts. Once they fell off, she felt that full, hard, pumped-full-of-metal cock go against her smooth brown skin. "Oh, thank you, thank you so much." He grabbed his cock and shoved it inside her waxed vagina. "Yes!" "Ohhhhh!" The sensation of Yaakov's charged penis was already making Maria shake and shiver. Odd as it may sound, monogamous relationships are quite common in Tabootopia. Though Yaakov had full permission to 'be a man' during his business trip, he didn't and kept his sanity by means of masturbation. Meanwhile, Maria the traditionalist didn't even consider any other man. Yes, she was a one-man woman, and she was getting rewarded for her loyalty by having that one mega cock go all in. Yaakov dug his hands into the sand, kissed his woman and went in and out with a rhythmic thrusting. "JESUS!" she screamed over her heavy breathing. "God, God, God, God! Ohhhh!" Marco sat and watched with Daniel and Björn. "This a surprise?" he asked over the clapping of this Russian man's cock in this Brazilian woman's vagina. Daniel and Björn just nodded. They were too stunned to speak. They could only watch. Yaakov struck hard and fast, his woman's feet in the air, her thick thighs shaking. If it seems like this couple were oblivious to those around them, they were. As soon as Yaakov's lips touched Maria's, that was it: the beach of 30 or so people evaporated. The sidewalks turned silent. The waves of the ocean went mute. The only thing they heard and felt was each other. Maria didn't even think about the fact that her kids, her kids' friends and a bunch of other people were seeing her get fucked; Same for Yaakov, his focus on Maria, his eyes locked on her gorgeous face, pouty lips and heaving breasts. He dug in faster and faster, the sweat just rolling down his back. Maria was getting ploughed deeper into the sand, the surface making a pillow for her head. The pace was so fast that it was not too soon after they'd reached their synchronised peaks. "Oh..." Maria went silent. Her face went still and her grip loosened off her man's neck. Then she started convulsing, her body shaking like she was an escaped trout. From her curled toes to her head, she felt all the control from her body gone, the orgasmic wave taking her away. "Ahhhhh!" she screamed as the scary-yet-thrilling orgasm rocketed through her being. Yaakov put his right arm under Maria's head and kept thrusting. He was holding her whilst he had her, letting her know she was fine, she was safe, that her strong man was here, in charge. He was showing that he was a true alpha male, this serving as a display of his power, yet that never being his intention, just a by-product of the act. His true goal, and the one he was set to achieve, was to unload his heated erect aggression. "Gruh, gruh." He'd kept his emotions in check the whole way, but even Yaakov was unable to conceal them any longer. The one-week wait was gruelling, and now it was time for the unloading, the pent-up festered energy finally going where it belonged: inside Maria. "Gruah!" Yaakov increased his pace for five full seconds before it came storming out the gates, his seed spilling inside Maria. "Ohhhhhhhhh, hmm." Maria closed her eyes and relaxed her body, letting the thick white liquids flow inside her. Yaakov stayed on top and took a couple deep breaths. He then lifted himself up to his knees and looked down at his woman. He stayed silent, letting her cool down and get her bearings. Maria took a couple deep breaths, put her eyes towards him and said "...So, how was your trip?" "Good, good. Found a good number of new concepts, had meetings with a couple of new girls we want for new projects. Very productive. How was your week?" "Nothing special. Did the weather forecast in this really tight red dress. That coverage got lots of very nice compliments from the viewers. I think I stick to hosting though, weather change here so much that it too hard to keep up. Oh, also, we film new season of 'Weird Kids Say The Darndest Things' in... a few weeks?" "Three, we got the studio booked for it." "Oh that is wonderful, we'll have to celebrate, yes." "Maria." "Yes?" "Suck my dick." Yaakov stood up and helped Maria get to her feet. She stumbled a bit, legs shaky, but her man held her close, making sure she wouldn't fall. The couple went to a nearby lounge chair. Yaakov sat on it, reclined, relaxed, stretched himself out and looked at his exotic sweaty girlfriend. He smiled, she smiled back. He put his hands out and got her sitting on his knees. Maria then reached her left arm out and grabbed Yaakov's again-erect beast. Before he could say anything, she lowered her head down, opened her mouth and sucked on that cock. Daniel had seen this scene before. He'd been there when a mother had sex with a man while her son watched. Heck, a similar scene was happening where Regina and Tammie were located. Daniel understood why he liked it, why he liked it when the mother strips back to her womanly side and exposes herself as a wanton woman, her son seeing her in this light and being both shocked and aroused by the transformation. Daniel understood the dichotomy of the mother person and the wanton woman, one caring and nurturing, other sexually driven and in need of filling. Daniel also understood that the man having sex with the mother was doing more than just emptying his sack; he was showing the woman (and her kids) his strength, his power, letting her know she is under his protection and that he's aiming to be in charge. A son seeing that, seeing a man physically and mentally dominate the boy's mother, is something no son should see as it shatters the illusion the son has of his wholesome sweet mother; can't think of her as your angel if you seen her suck a cock. Gosh, it was all so... dirty, and that's what Daniel really liked about this whole deal with Maria and Yaakov, that it was just so dirty. Really, really dirty. Seeing a mother, a frigging mother, getting so fucked like that, getting so turned on by her man, getting owned, getting spanked, smacked, tossed and thrown around, it was just so lewd. The woman in the apron getting a big fat cock in her mouth was just so unwholesome, just so wrong, so dirty – and yet looked so good. They couldn't hide it: Maria and Yaakov were just really filthy people. Dirty in their attitudes as well as their actions. Look at Maria: she was slobbering, literally slobbering over her man's 9-inch cum-soaked cock... on a public beach... while her son and daughter watched. Maria was all over that cock, her self-respect tied into how well she licked this man's cock and balls. Oh yes: the balls as well as the cock, going one ball at a time due to the large size of said testicles. Yes, Miss Maria Lucia, 33-year-old mother of two, puts her boyfriend's testicles in her mouth while her kids watch. Yaakov was not much better. This large hairy sweaty man was sitting out there in the sun, naked, getting his cock sucked out in the open, people passing by and seeing it happen. Oh, and his woman's kids were there, just sitting and looking as their mother bopped her head and slurped on his piece like it was a sundae. Additional information: Maria's vagina was leaking with a combination of his and hers cum, her ass clearly had Yaakov's handprints on it, and Yaakov smelt really bad. But the kids, they didn't see this as a bad scene. Not in the least. Marco and even grumpy Christie were watching with smiles. What they saw was their mother and this nice man having a really good time. It was just as their mom used to put it to them: Mama got naked with her man-friend and had a nice long hug with him, a nice long hug which included kissing and massages. In a way, Marco and Christie saw it exactly like that: hugs and kisses. The kids could see how delighted their mother was. She was happy, her man was happy, the kids were happy – they were all happy. Yaakov involuntarily bucked. His end was near, Maria's lips too much for him to take. He grabbed the back of Maria's head and pushed her mouth in deeper, so deep she could feel his piece at the end of her throat. With him in charge he made her go in, out, in, out, in, till it was all he could take. "Let me, let me." Maria took the cock out of her mouth, rubbed the red beast with her hand, and just one stroke later it came. "Gurahh!" a scream of victory from Yaakov, his glorious stream roaring out of him and smacking Maria's face, hitting her right above her lips, her open mouth taking some of it in and the rest splashing onto her hair. It was a glorious scene, Maria's golden skin glowing with the added shade of bright white. Daniel looked to his left to make sure: yep, her son was watching. He was watching with a huge smile. Why should he not be smiling? His mom was clearly happy. See, while the scene and aftermath was total Internet Porn, the feelings of everyone involved was total Disney Channel. Daniel's pre-ejaculation mind gave him a very crystallized thought: The dirt was floating above a clear blue ocean. Björn didn't have any thoughts, he was just jerking. He would later analyze and do a massive blog post, but for now, he was too busy watching this hot exotic mom lick her white man's cum while her kids watched. Christie looked to her left and saw the in-cumming Björn. "Gross stupid boy!" She shoved Björn and made the off-centre boy fall in the sand. Maria wiped her lips and composed herself. "I'll go shower now. Want to join me?" "Not yet." Yaakov put his hands behind his head and grinned. "I smell like man." *** Dynamite Diana was drenched in sweat as she held her son in a light chokehold. "Now will you be good? No more peeking when I'm showering?" "Yes, Mom." "Good. You've been pardoned for the following sins: sniffing my sports bras, humping your naked body on my bed, masturbating during Charlie's Angels (the short-lived 2011 version), trying to kiss Lobicky on the lips, and for using my female razors. Infractions you have not been forgiven for include: having me 'accidently' sit on you, walking naked while your aunt was around and then asking if she'd sleep with you because you were cold. The recent morning sputtering is still under review. Understood?" "Yes, Mom." "Good. Go." Sian left the room with a wobble. Diana then stood up and saw that she'd left something on the bench. "You as well." "Yes, ma'am." Kames stood up and joined Sian in Diana's Victims Club. Regina slipped her shorts back on. "Well, we better go back to our friends. It's been nice meeting you." Tammie let the Lycra slip back onto her lavender-soft body. "Yeah, we left Kelly to herself for way too long." "Bye, Diana, bye, Lobicky," said Regina. "Bye, Lobicky, bye, Diana," said Tammie. Diana waved and showed her diamond smile. "Goodbye, I know I'll see you soon. Come visit any of my branded New Babylon gyms. Tell them Dynamite Diana sent you." Lobicky blew kisses. "Bye. See you in the city. Next time I want to have sex with you guys, you know, all casual, like buddies." TamGina winked. "You bet," they said in their fused voice. "Bye." A cloud of steam enveloped them as they left the sauna room. The gym had gotten a little livelier during their time in the sauna, more polite groping taking place. Regina looked to her left and saw an Indian woman on a treadmill, her son watching her and a tall white man touching the woman's butt as she did her exercises. "Come on, come on, few more and we'll be shagging," said the man. Regina shrugged. "Family time, I don't know." Tammie stretched her arms. "Hmmm... What's next?" Her question was quickly answered when she saw a familiar figure coming towards her: a white woman of medium height with long dark hair, a leather jacket, torn biker jeans and sunglasses. Regina and Tammie didn't recognize this woman, even though they had met her before. The light bulb only went on when Regina saw an unforgettable aspect of this woman's anatomy: her giant breasts. "No way," Regina whispered. "Is that... no way." Tammie squinted. "Oh, yeah, that's her: It's Paula." Paula Dragomir was Regina and Tammie's nemesis. Their history goes back to when Regina came to Tabootopia, all the way to the first time Regina Cestin and Tammie Kwon had relations. You see, the girls' high school, Kay Parker High, had, like all good high schools should, cameras installed in the girls' shower and changing rooms, and these cameras managed to catch Regina and Tammie's dalliance. So impressed were the school's producers with this shower scene that they put it in the main event spot of their weekly television show, Inside Kay Parker. Regina and Tammie had unwittingly made history: they were the first non-In-Crowd couple to get the main slot on Kay Parker High's television show. Who exactly is the In-Crowd? They are the most popular girls in Kay Parker High School, a group that monopolised the top slots throughout all their incarnations – and they were not happy about this blow to their dominance. Most angered was the In-Crowd's self-appointed leader, Paula Dragomir, who more commonly went by the name of Ms. Everest (because of her giant 'peaks'.) Paula said some mean things about Tammie and Regina, invited Regina to her hot tub, tried her advances on Regina and, amazingly, got rebuffed. Paula then quietly vanished from school life, choosing to focus on her adult film and escorting careers. "Oh hello," she said in her squeaky Eastern-European accent. "I didn't think you'd make it." "Hi, Ms. Everest." Regina rolled her eyes. "Oh, I don't use that name anymore: it's just Paula now." Tammie crossed her arms. "Yeah, cool." "Well, I hope you two are happy. Because of your actions, there is no more In-Crowd." "Uhh, really don't care," said Tammie. "I was never into the politics." "Well, yes, but you two are not fully responsible for us being the last In-Crowd: it was Mr Sanchez's decision to expand Inside Kay Parker to three hours. He said he needed more girls in featured roles, and so an In-Crowd of four girls was no longer deemed necessary." Tammie looked at her nails. "Oh he's making the show three hours, good for him, hope he has the depth." She then looked up at Paula. "Is the on-demand service starting soon?" "Hmm. Month or so." "Nice." Tammie tapped Regina on the arm. "We'll get some royalties from that." "Cool." Paula then, like a super villain, stepped back, smiled and raised her voice: "Regina! Tammie! Around us are the last members of the In-Crowd. You will meet them all – now!" "Yeah, okay," said Regina. Regina and Tammie walked on – but just then, three teen girls stood in front of Tammie and Regina. A tall well-sculpted Chinese girl stepped in front of Tammie. "That's Panlong," said Paula. Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest Ch. 10 From on top of a weightlifting machine, an exotic Indian girl with wild dark hair was glaring at Regina. "That's Felina," said Paula. "And in the centre there is Jasmine." Paula was referring to a tall leggy black woman in a tight leopard-print leotard, her hands on her hips as she stood next to her leader. Regina and Tammie sighed. They cracked their fingers, stretched themselves out and got in position. Time to go to work... *** "And... done!" After an hour of grooming, Kelly stepped out of the hotel. The fashionable girl wore a blue bikini top with denim shorts, accessorizing with red-rimmed sunglasses and sandals. She looked out at the beach and saw a sparse number of near-nude and fully nude people. A 'soft opening' is what the hotel receptionist called it, Eden Resort not yet open to the wider public. Kelly walked past two men and a woman doing it oh-so-casually in the sand. She then scanned the area for Daniel and Björn. No pervy boys in sight. Oh well, the resort was not big enough to lose them. Kelly then had her attention caught by something far more eye-pleasing: a gorgeous 40ish black woman, on her knees, in the sand, naked and covering her breasts with her forearms. She was posing for a man holding a large camera, this short, chubby, curly-haired blond snapping away with gusto. Kelly got closer and watched from a safe distance. "Oh yeah, that's it, baby," said the photographer. "Give me a little more glare, come on, tiger-eyes, oh yeah that's it, that's what I'm looking for." The woman stood up and let Kelly get a better view. This chocolate-skinned woman was stunning and tall, curves in all the right places. She had a juicy spankable butt, full breasts, and what Kelly liked best in a woman, a well-trimmed bush. The woman put her hands on her hips and puckered her lips. "This?" she said with an elegant voice, hints of her Haitian origin in her delightful tone. "Yes, hold that for me, babe." The man dug into his pocket and threw a small flag to her. She grabbed it, unfolded it and held it over her breasts. "This good?" she asked as she held the flag with her forefingers and thumbs. "Perfect, hold it, please. Yeah that's it." He snapped away. "Got it." Kelly looked at the flag. It was navy blue and had a golden eagle emblem. The letters were written with a distinguished font. Kelly spelled it out. "S.V.M.S." "Sofia Vergara Middle School," the woman said without looking away from the camera. "Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt," said Kelly. "Don't be. We done for now, Morty?" "Yeah, we're good." "Great." Unbeknownst to Kelly, another naked woman was right next to the black Amazon, though it would be easy to miss her, seeing as she was so petite in comparison. The petite Latina woman stood up, took the flag and used it to cover her bare tits. "Let's do this!" shouted the sexy Latina. The woman got her legs spread and gave a fierce glare. The curly-haired black goddess approached Kelly. "Hi, I'm Selena." She touched Kelly's shoulder, leaned in and kissed her cheek. Think Kelly's flustered by a naked woman? Not anymore. "Hi, I'm Kelly." She waved. "You a model?" "Me? No, but how sweet of you." Selena paused to blush. "No, I'm just taking pictures for my sons' middle school calendar." "Why?" she asked with cute little girl eyes. Selena bent over and picked up a bottle of water from the cooler. She twisted it and let the liquid drip down her sizzling dark skin. "What mother doesn't want to support her child's school? If a calendar with me and my lady friends brings in more textbooks for the kids, then I'm all for it." She turned her head and looked at the photographer. "These pictures will be in the calendar and online, right?" "Right." Morty nodded and looked back at the Latina woman, who was biting the flag and growling. "Yeah, baby. Give me some flare, yeah!" Selena turned back to Kelly. "My what a surprise it was to find out about this place's existence, hmm, to think they had this beach resort tucked away like this." "It's pretty cool," said Kelly. "Are you all from New Babylon?" "Yes." Selena nodded. "I moved there from California about... oh, a year back now. Oh, you know what's interesting? Three of my friends from my old neighbourhood have moved here, all of them and their families. It's amazing, isn't it? To know so many people around me 'fit in' with this place." Kelly nodded. "Yeah, totally, I don't get it myself, I mean..." Kelly lost her train of thought. Her eyes were locked on the glistening beads of sweat that were rolling down Selena's flat stomach, the beads going down and resting on her combed square of pubic hair. There the sweat mixed with the pheromones, and from there Selena's scent was released into the atmosphere, the sensation wafting into Kelly's nostrils. Kelly shivered. "Hmm, like what you see?" asked Selena. "Oh I'm sorry." Kelly broke out of her trance. "You just smell so nice." Selena put her hands on her hips. "You like my BO?" "And-and the smell of your pussy." Without warning, Selena cupped Kelly's chin and looked right into her eyes. "Hmm, you are quite the weird one. You fit right in here." The mini-revelation hit Kelly: she was a Tabootopian, through and through. What other heterosexual woman was as into vaginas and other vagina-related activities? She was strange, weird, just like everyone else in Tabootopia, and just like Daniel. That made her happy, very happy. The Latin woman walked over to the cooler. "Selena, I'm taking a soda break." "Coming, Veronica." Selena let go of her grip, leaving a nice amount of sexy sweat on Kelly's chin. "Nice meeting you, bye-bye." "Uhh... Bye!" Kelly waved happily. Selena dove back into the shoot, and not wanting to waste the primo location and sunlight, she went for her killer pose: with her back to the photographer, Selena got all her fingers on her sweaty cheeks. She then turned her head and looked into the camera, her expression fierce and sexy. "There's the money!" shouted Morty. "Those kids will be eating steak for lunch! Yeah, baby, yeah!" Veronica walked over to the cooler, naked and confident, her thin strip of vaginal hair dripping with – yep – sweat. She looked at Kelly. "Oh you cute. You need to strip for the camera, babe." "Thank you so much! I –" Kelly's mind went back to her original mission. "Oh, umm, hey, you seen a dark-haired guy, kinda brown but lightish? He's hanging around with a small blond guy." "Hmm..." Veronica tapped the cap of the bottle on her lips. "I think... I think I saw two boys like that in their underwear. One of them was mocha and the other one was a little blond boy. Yes, they were massaging a big Brazilian woman's butt." Kelly shook her head. "That's them." "I watched: the woman fucked a big white man, and the four kids, including the ones you mentioned, watched all of it. The man and woman showered and went into the restaurant area; it's right down there, to the right." "Thank you so much," said Kelly. "Hmm, the dark-haired one, he the boyfriend?" "Yeah, how did you know?" "It was how you talked about him." Veronica grinned. "You keep him on a tight leash, show him you boss." "Hee-hee... Yeah. Thanks again, bye." Veronica and Selena waved at Kelly as she went looking for her naughty BF and his pervy comrade. *** "I remember first day I met Maria. She just took my breath away, she so full of life! She came to me and stands on tiptoes and she kisses both my cheeks. I kiss her back and I tell her this means we will be having sex. We will be having sex," he repeated for emphasis. "I was supposed to interview her for positions. I didn't do that. Instead I found a bedroom, I throw her on bed and I rip her clothes off. We got to know each other like that. That best way to get to know woman – nothing to hide." Maria was nodding."I knew he was the one after he picked me up. His power made me... whoosh! wet-wet-wet!" Daniel, Björn, Maria, Marco, Christie, and Yaakov were in a restaurant. They were sitting in a diner booth, empty plates and cups around the table, Daniel and Björn on the left, Maria and Marco in the middle, and Yaakov on the right, cute Christie sitting on her papa's leg. Maria adjusted her green bikini top and smiled. "Oh, he grab my butt like no man I ever met. The squeeze he put, hmm." She reached her hand over, grabbed her man's hand and looked at him. "That grip had my feet off the ground." Shirtless Yaakov smiled. "Please, Maria, you're embarrassing me!" "He so modest." She patted his hand and then looked at Daniel and Björn. "But you know what really frustrate me, what really, really frustrate me, was that people say I sleeping my way to the top. Not-not in mean or rude way, like friendly way: 'Oh, Maria, well done, good move, good move'. But it was not like that at all, not at all. Could they not tell?" She pointed at Yaakov. "Why would I, a woman, not want to be with the strongest, biggest, most powerful man in the office? Makes sense, no?" Marco, with his hands on his little Speedos, agreed. "You so right, Mama." Yaakov grinned and chuckled. "Please, stop, you make me red all over!" Bikini-clad Christie put her arms around Yaakov and rubbed her soft cheek on his hard face. "Papa strong!" He kissed her cheek. "Aw my little princess." Björn, still in his underwear, licked his lips. Christie caught his stare. "No! Stupid boy, do not get excited when I show love to Papa!" Björn shook his head. "No-no-no, I, umm, ahh." Yaakov shot a cold stare to Björn. "Don't be so incest-minded; it's not healthy." "Y-y-yes, sir." Daniel, also still in his underwear, said, "Yaakov, sir, I got a couple of questions about the Tabootopia TV industry." TV executive Yaakov was well-equipped to answer. "Oh, please, ask. Friends of my kids are friends of mine." "Thanks, umm, okay, so a show like Polly's World, who came up with that?" "Hmm, well that was a collaborative process. For Polly, first we sign, then we come up with show." "So was it an existing concept or a show designed for her?" Yaakov bounced Christie on his leg as he gave his answer. "It not too complicated. We first see what Polly good at: Polly, she got good personality, talk well, good presence, cute girl – not as cute as you, Christie." She kissed his cheek. "I know." "Anyways, Polly had many talents, and so we thought we do a show, a scripted show, based around her and her life... Sitcom, it called? Yes." "I see. So how does an episode get made? What's the process?" "Oh it's very simple. Polly goes in writer room, she and writers come up with ideas, they write them down, then they go film it. We keep it basic, keep it simple. Sometimes formula work well, like in episode where Polly became stripper –" Björn interjected: "She was, umm, too cute to be a stripper, and her routines didn't have enough, ahh, raunch. So instead of dancing, she had the men buy 'daughter time' with her." "Right, but sometimes not so good, like episode in which she played with dolls for whole episode –" "I liked that one," said Daniel. "It was hot when she turned Barbie bi and had her have sex with one of those Bratz dolls." Yaakov tilted his head. "Well... we like creativity, so we let wild ideas happen, but we try not to over-think when making show, we just let it happen. You know, we have seven other weekly shows made at same time, so we don't focus on just one show too much. It hard; we a small station but have the output of a mid-level American cable network." Maria put her hand on Yaakov's. She looked at him with her sex eyes. "I love when you talk all," she paused to shiver, "all big business man. Hmm, I need you to fuck me in a bed, fuck me hard. Hard." "Let's do that." With Christie in his hands, Yaakov slid to the right, stood up and placed his girl on her feet, her bare soles making a clap with the lino floor. "Come, Maria, kids, to hotel." "Okay," said Marco. He looked at the boys. "You got my number, call when you come to New Babylon, and please visit my family. You very welcome." "Thanks, everyone," said Daniel. "Great meeting you all." "Bye, boys." Eager Maria was already by the door. She blew a kiss and waved, her ass giving the boys yet another hard-on. "Bye, both," said Yaakov. "Oh and Daniel, Björn, be sure to call when you get to New Babylon; TTS can always use eager minds." "Thank you so much!" said Daniel. "Thanks, sir!" said Björn. "Bye, guys!" said a waving Marco. "Bye, bye," replied an elated Daniel and Björn. Christie was still standing by the boys. Her cheeks were glowing and she was looking at the floor. "Daniel, bye..." She looked up. "Björn, you stupid and I hate you... call me." She dashed past her family and ran out of the restaurant. The rest of her family chuckled and followed her out. Björn looked ahead with a far-off, confused glaze. Then he got it. "...Ewwwwww!" He rubbed his hands over his bare chest. "And then she went and spoilt it all by saying something stupid like... call me!" "Couldn't you tell she liked –" "Oh, umm, no! No, don't make it... no!" Björn dug into his heavy boxer pockets, took out his MP3 player and put it on the desk. He put the player at a volume that allowed him and Daniel to listen. "I was, umm, saving this for later, but I need it now; I need to, umm, cleanse my palate, get back in the, ahh, mood... It's Dad Time." 'Dad Time' was a podcast hosted by the fathers of Regina Cestin and Tammie Kwon: Matthew Cestin and Greg Kwon. Björn pushed play. "Greetings, ladies and gentlemen! 'It's 'Dad Time' with me Greg Kwon," said Californian Greg, "and... I'm without my co-host Matthew Cestin. Matt had a prior engagement, a gangbang with his wife – but we wish him all the best and know he'll tell us all about that next week. Tear it up, Matt! But for today, today we talk about exciting times, exciting changes. Big changes. Everything's changed! Mine and Matt's daughters have gone off to college... Principal Sanchez is now Super Sanchez... Miss Bolovey is the new Principal of Kay Parker High... and me and Matt are the new co-Vice Principals of Kay Parker. Yes! It's a new day! It's a new world! And I'm feeling good – and that's not all! With one man overseeing both schools, it means the two high schools of Our Haven, Kay Parker High and Rachel Steele High, have become kissing cousins! Greater unity between the two schools, possible exchanges, and, it's early days, but we're talking about doing a yearly mega-event, all of Kay, all of Ray, one big fuck fest." Björn was distraught to not be part of the mega-event. "Aw!" but excited to see this event, "Ah!" "Which brings us to our guest," said Greg. "Ladies and gentlemen, in the spirit of unity and the breaking down of borders, we got mine and Matt's counterpart from Rachel Steele High. Everyone: The Vice-Principal of Rachel Steele High, The Persian Sexbomb, Miss Farah Azim, ladies and gentlemen!" Björn squealed. "Hmm, thank you so much, thank you, thank you for having me," she said in that unmistakable husky accented voice. Björn and Daniel got excited as they remembered the age-defying Persian babe's curvaceous body, full breasts, onion-shaped buttocks, thick raven hair, and all of it wrapped in an air of exotic, mature elegance. Greg gave his insight. "For all of you that don't know, Farah is an absolutely gorgeous woman. She's a mom with a legal boy – he's here too by the way, what up, Sami? – and, personally, she is one of the nicest people I've ever met." "Oh you're too kind, thank you, thank you so much." "Now, Farah, you are, if you don't mind me saying, a woman who uses her sex appeal to her full advantage, a woman that gives sexual favours. Am I right in saying that?" "When I need things to be done, yes, I proudly admit to using my 'skills'." "Give us an example." "Oh there so many, hmm, well..." "Pick something Sami doesn't know about." "I'm afraid that doesn't narrow it down very much." "Ones that involved felatio." "Well..." She thought long and hard. "Ah, here's one that Sami doesn't know about: It is about the family photo I have in the house. That photo required a sexual favour." "Go on..." "Well, I met the photographer on the day before the photo shoot. Now, this was going to be a picture with all the family, all the cousins, uncles, aunts, my mother coming from Iran. What I found just unacceptable was the initial estimate. It was, I believe, two-hundred dollars. Well, I could not afford that for a photo – well, actually, I could, but I wouldn't feel right paying that amount, so I had to find a way to...'renegotiate,' hmm-hmm." "How much did you end up paying?" "We got it down to forty dollars." "And how did you get to that figure?" "I sucked his penis," she said bluntly. "I took my dress off, got on my knees and... well, further details wouldn't be necessary, hmm-hmm. Flirting would have been sufficient; he was young and quite nervous and just my red lipstick and best cleavage-supporting bra seemed to have him quite tongue-tied." She added a slight whisper to her voice and went on, "I spoke like this to him, see, my words realllllly slow... and deliberate." "Ohh! That's doing the job for me." "Hmm-hmm, yes. So, I felt, because I actually liked him, that it only be fair that I give him something worthwhile for his troubles. Now, I do tell my students to try and only offer what you need to, but I also tell them that... compassion, human emotion, plays a real role in seduction. See, I liked him, he was endearing, nice, polite. I felt he, umm..." "He earned it." "Yes, he earned my lips – oh, ho-ho, I apologize; I usually don't speak so bluntly." "Please, say whatever you want." "Yes, thank you. So, yes, I gave him pleasure because I felt it only fair, it only right he be rewarded for his work." "Did you enjoy it?" "Oh, it was business, not pleasure, but perhaps pleasurable business would be an apt way to put it? Hmm-hmm. And after we took the photo, I was with my mother for the evening, and we shared a good tea about the methods she'd taught me. Sami was sitting with us, but his Persian is so rusty that he didn't have a clue what we were talking about." "And for those of you that hear the sound of flesh on cloth, that's Sami, Farah's son, jacking himself off." Sami's faint voice could be heard in the studio. "Yeah, go Mom!" Greg cheered him on. "Look at him rocking the fedora and pink shorts! You go!" Farah tisked-tisked. "Sami, dear, not on the carpet." "No, it's okay," said Greg. "We got no format in here, go nuts." Farah moved back from the microphone. "Sami, stop touching yourself and sit." A shuffling could be heard. Order was restored. "So sorry for that," she said. "I don't want him making a mess wherever he goes." "He's really busy now," said Greg, "with all the work he's got going on." "Yes, my son has quickly become a very in-demand boy escort. I'm very proud of him – but I still don't want him staining your carpet. Oh, Sami, sit." "Right on. Sami, yo, high-five me, bro!" Smack! "Oh now I got cum on my hands... Okay, let's get down to business: Farah, there is something I've been just dying to know about. It's about your job, your old job, the one you had back in America. You've only alluded to it in the past, so are you ready to talk about it now?" "Well... it seems appropriate for me to speak about it now, since all legal restrictions don't really seem to apply anymore. I worked for a real estate developer. I was 'officially' a real estate clerk, but my real job was to 'make sure the ink was dry' with our really, really high-end clients." "Can you explain a little deeper?" "Well, hmm. Okay. Our properties were divided into three categories: A, B, and C. C was houses, two to three bedroom homes, also boutiques, small stores, and warehouses. B was large storefronts, such as supermarkets, offices, buildings like that. A was really expensive buildings, skyscrapers, and large, expansive stores. It was quite a large business, the scale of which I can't fully divulge." Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest "Umm, hi, I'm Vivian, everyone calls me Vivi." Vivian Keentucker was a slim, 5'8, eighteen-year-old teen girl with long brown hair; pearly white skin; beautiful brown eyes; pert nicely rounded breasts; long thick, sexy legs and a surprisingly juicy, spank-worthy ass. She was wearing a light-blue long-sleeved shirt and dark jeans. Vivi had a sunny, cheerful disposition, always having a cute little grin on her face, a noticeable contrast in personality when compared to Regina's cynical demeanour. "Hi, I'm Regina," she quietly replied. "How long you've been here?" asked Vivi, who spoke in a giggly nasally voice. "Umm, I guess three days." "Wow, so you're new? Isn't this place super awesome!?" Regina scoffed, "Yeah, really, everyone from my parents to creepy old men want to have their way with me." "Oh come on: it's like we all died and went to heaven!" Vivi playfully slapped Regina on the shoulder, "This place is fun, really! Come on, you can hang out with me all-day, I promise I won't make you do anything, like, I don't know, suck my fingers, which someone already made me do today...but anyway, come, it will be fun." Regina gave off a little smile and nodded, "Sure." Just then, the homeroom teacher, a white man with slicked-back brown hair, glasses, a brown and yellow jumper and beige pants, stormed into the room and slammed his books on the table. "Fucking staff fucked the orientation, fucked it!" he shouted outloud in a booming tone. He pointed at the class with a stern look on his face: "Ok, I see we got some few new faces, good, it's good to see this place grow, yeah, ok: I'm gonna try to quickly lay some facts out because I know some of you missed the fucking video that explained this all. Ok, first off, you can't fuck kids, the law applies and we don't fuck kids, got it? All legal and shit. Anymore questions? Nope, fuck it, I'm done." He took his books and rushed out the classroom. "...Who was that?" asked Regina. "Oh that's Mr. Jones. He took my anal virginity." "Oh..." Regina was left dumbfound by Vivi's response. "It hurt a little, he's kinda rough, but he always cry-maxes, which I like because he gives me a nice cuddle afterward...So, umm, hey, how much of this place have you seen?" "Umm, not alot, I mostly been in my room." "You watch the T.V they got here?" "Nope." "Really?" Vivi dug into her bookbag, "You gotta watch the TV here, they got these really trippy shows, like super-weird yet super awesome, oh I found it," Vivi took something out her bag and handed it to Regina, "Check it out: they got their own magazines here too, coolzees huh?" Regina looked at the cover of the magazine: it was called 'Weekly Incest.' On the cover was a raven-haired woman wearing an apron with nothing on underneath, her bare backside exposed, the backdrop of the picture was a kitchen. The headline read, "Hottest Mom Contest! Judged By The Sons! Contests Included: Strip Dance, Blowjob, Vaginal And More! See all the action inside!" Regina handed the magazine back to Vivi, "Yeah, that's pretty...different." "Wanna check out my issue of 'Weekly Moaning'? I'm in it! Well my tush is in it, but I swear I was at that gangbang." "Yeah, m-maybe later," mumbled Regina. "Ok, super...Umm, so anyway, wanna go to our first class?" *** English Class Regina and Vivi were seated in the back of the class, observing their English teacher Miss Bolovey. She was quite a woman, estimated to be in her late 50's yet still very desirable; with a very busty, well-aged figure; a juicy round ass; her red hair tied up in a knot; wearing glasses, a frilly grey dress shirt tied up to her neck, a long grey skirt and high-heels which made her look quite domineering. "Now, now, boys and girls, I think it's time I taught you kids the proper roleplay etiquette," she spoke in a 1950's American housewife accent. She looked around the classroom, found what she was looking for, pointed, and stared intently at a meek-looking, dark-haired, pasty, short male student who was wearing a white shirt and simple blue jeans. "You, your name!" she demanded. "Uh, uh, William," he said in a jittery voice. "Hmm, I shall call you...Willy." The class giggled at his new name. William's face turned beet-red. "Hush class, hush I say! You, Willy, come now." William stood up and followed Miss Bolovey to the front of the class. She sat on the edge of the desk, got herself comfortable, grabbed William by his shoulders, pulled him in close, slowly, so that his neck and shoulders were rubbing directly with her breasts. She laid her chin on his shoulder and softly rubbed her cheek on his."You feeling well Willy dear?" "Y-yes M-Ma'am." "No Silly Willy," she spoke directly into his ear, "don't call me Ma'am, call me the first thing that comes to mind." She put her hand on his crotch area. William took a sharp intake of breath when he felt her warm fingers rubbing against his cock. She unbuckled his jeans, grabbed his underwear in the process, and with one swift manoeuvre, yanked them down to his ankles. She concealed his penis with her hand, stroking it nice and slowly. "Yes, m-m-m," he stammered out in pleasure. She gave him a soft kiss on the cheek and said, "Yes? Yes what dear?" "Y-Yes, Momma! Yes momma!" The class burst into laughter at his sudden incestuous outburst. Regina on the other hand was feeling quite disturbed as she watched this all unfold. "Good Willy, Momma approves, you're being so good!" she rubbed faster and faster, getting him to the point of ejaculation. "I can feel it Momma, it's cumming, it's cumming!" a few quick strokes from the expert hands of Miss Bolovey was all it took for William to climax. After finishing, he took a couple deep breaths to allow the orgasm to take effect. Only then did he realise what had happened, only then did he hear the class laughing. He suddenly felt deeply embarrassed. "Laugh all you may, dear students," she grabbed a card from her desk and handed it to William, "but only he will be spending the night with me tonight!" She kissed him on the top of his hand and slapped his bare behind, "Come early, I'll run you a bath." The laughter immediately subsided. William smiled and nodded at his teacher/role-play mother, pulled his pants up, and was looked at with envy by the male students as he sat back down on his seat. Miss Bolovey looked at the class with a cocky smile. "I hope you girls learned something, because that's how a roleplay is done. Through my actions I invoked the desired response. Can any of you do that? Hmm, with a little training, maybe....right, get your textbooks out; we will continue to research the works of Damien Fallon (demonofthefall)" Regina took her textbook out her bag. She leaned over to whisper to Vivi. "Psst hey, Vivi. Are all the classes this screwed up!?" Vivi giggled and shrugged, "Hee-hee, yeah, isn't it kooky?" "Umm, no!?" "Oi, you there!" shouted Miss Bolovey, "You! Largely-breasted new girl; if you don't stop talking I will put you over my knee and smack your tight little bottom till its red raw!" Regina put her hands up and vigorously shook her head, "No, please, I'll be good!" "Right...Ok class, Chapter 4: "Please Mummy It Feels Really, Really Hard..." *** Lunch In the busy, spacious lunch room of Kay Parker High School, Regina was sitting at a table with her lunch tray, suitably impressed by the quality of food. At first glance, it seemed like a normal cafeteria, but when she took a listen in on the conversations of her fellow Above-Senior students, she thought differently: "That big, no, that big, my dad is bigger than that footlong, I swear!" "So I tell my aunt, 'come on, come on, stop sucking me, my legs have gotten numb,' but she kept on going dude!" "You think your mom is better in bed than mine? Ok dude, let's test this: I'll go to your house today and you go to mine, let's see whose does better...and tell your sister to wear something nice!" Vivi arrived, sat opposite Regina and began eating her food. "Yay, food~, yummy~," remarked Vivi. "Yeah, food," replied a glum Regina. "Oh cheer up Genie-Baby!" "Whoa wait. Genie-Baby?" "Yeah, your nickname, you like it?" "No, not really." "Well its stuck, so deal with it Genie-Baby," Vivi smiled and giggled. Regina shrugged. "Yeah, whatever." "So, umm, yeah, you mentioned your parents, they wanted to have sex with you? How'd that go?" "Oh, god, what you think? The worst moment of my fucking life! I ran as soon as they got naked. Haven't spoken to them since." "Ah, so things icy-dicey back home huh..." Vivi played around with her peas as she contemplated something. "Ah-ha! I got it! Why don't you come for dinner at my place?" "Your house? You sure? I don't know; I have only just met you." "Come on, you know me well enough, and it'll be so much fun, I promise." Regina really didn't want to face her parents, so she agreed with Vivi. "Sure, I'll go." "Super!" A thought suddenly sparked into Regina's head. "Hey, umm, have your parents... tried...having sex with you?" "No, not both my parents." "Oh ok --" "Me and my dad have done it alot! Morning, night, he's such a great lover. Me and my mom, eh not so much, she not really into women, neither am I, ha...yeah." Both girls quietly ate their lunches, with Regina trying to process all the lunacy of Vivi's statement. After both girls were done eating, Regina asked, "So, what's our next class?" "Gym! Today we got it for two hours. You see that big building over there?" Regina looked out the window and saw a large, lavishly built sporting complex. "Yeah, I see it." "Yeah, it's there. So come on, then, let's go!" *** Double Gym Class The girls changing room/shower room, long considered the holy sanctum by perverts worldwide. Kay Parker High School's version of this room resembled the fantasies of these individuals, with bare asses, shaved vaginas, perky pert breasts, nubile supple wet bodies, all on prominent display. It would be called a locker room, but it couldn't because there were no lockers, just benches. Regina was standing in the middle of the steam-filled girls changing room, her clothes in a heap behind her, wearing just her small grey panties, holding her round, deliciously peachy breasts in a cross-arm position. In front of her was Vivi, who was comfortably naked, her beautiful well-moulded butt on display. Vivi adjusted her hair, turned around, and pointed at her breasts. "Hey, check it out: I put my hair over my boobies, see? My nipples are covered but you can still see some side-boobage, pretty coolzees, huh?" "Umm, yeah. Where's our uniforms? I don't get why we have to stand around naked." "Oh, that's for the cameras." Regina turned around and saw a large glass panel on the south wall, which upon further inspection had large studio cameras behind it. "They're taping us!?" "Yeah, the dads really pushed hard for that, that's why we have to be naked, so they get their shots. Look, they sell what they tape too, neat-o right?" Vivi picked up a DVD cover and handed it to Regina. Regina covered her boobs with her left arm as she held the cover in her right. It read: "Kay Parker High School Girls Changing Room/ Shower Room Antics -- Volume 3." There was also a small disclaimer which read "all legal of course ;-)" She handed the cover back to Vivi. "Umm, that's pretty...interesting." "Yeah, I get to be on TV! That is just so coolzees! They sell them everyw--... uh-oh, it's her." The girls shifted their focus to the adjunct shower room. Out of the showery steam came a stunning, fully-nude, Korean girl; she was tall, Amazonian-like, at least 6'1; with an amazingly athletic toned body; bronze skin; luscious jet-black hair tied up into a neat ponytail; perfectly round, small, youthful breasts; long, powerful-looking, yet slender legs; a firm solid ass and a clean-shaven, tight vaginal area. This was no demure Asian stereotype: this was a woman that strode with unwavering confidence. She stopped and glared at Regina. "Oh look, fresh meat," she spoke in a cocky California accent. The two girls engaged in an intense staredown. The nude girl shifted her gaze towards Vivi and said, "Hey Vivian. How's your vagina?" "Sore." She smirked, looked back at Regina, leaned in close to her and said, "Listen here new girl, you better recognize who I am, because me? I'm a competitor. There is not a single girl in this whole year that I not had, you name them, I had them! Girl after girl, I have had them in that shower, I have dominated, you hear me? I Dom-in-ate, I have girls like you for breakfast -- literally! So you better call your daddy, call your momma, call everyone, tell them to watch, because me? I will OWN you!" she then leaned away, smirked, and walked off. Both girls were left speechless for a moment. "...W-what the hell was that?" asked Regina. "That, that was Tammie Kwon, a-and she wants you...bad." *** After a long, long wait, the girls were finally given their gym uniforms, which consisted of a tight white shirt and tiny, tiny red pants, no shoes or socks allowed. Not surprisingly, the girls were not permitted to wear anything underneath their uniforms. All the girls were in the gymnasium, awaiting further instructions; in front of them was a gigantic mirror, behind that was a set of studio cameras put there to film them. There was no teacher, just a P.A box. Vivi was adjusting her tight red pants, "Arr, shoot! These shorts ride up my butt, so annoying." "Mine too," replied Regina. "I guess that's how they want it...So, who was that Tammie chick from before?" "Umm, I really don't know how to explain it...well, you already know that they tape us, well, Tammie gets paid by the school to have sex with us, for the grown-up's entertainment, some like seeing us having sex with her cause she's so roug--" "Students!" boomed the P.A box, "Time for gym! First activity! Jumping Jacks! Proper technique not needed -- start!" The girls started jumping up-and-down, breasts and asses jiggling along with them. "They can't be serious," Regina turned to her friend Vivi, but she was too involved in the activity to hear her. "Yay, yay, jumping jacks~" she sang cheerfully. Regina began half-heartedly jumping up-and-down with the other girls. She looked at the mirror and noticed that a couple rows behind her was Tammie, glaring at her, like a predator scouting her prey. Regina decided to ignore her and continue on, but every time she took a peek at the mirror, Tammie was there, still glaring. "Good damn that fucking bitch," Regina muttered. She took another look, but this time Tammie had mysteriously vanished, but, then, in a flash, Regina had been swept off her feet and was staring at the rapidly moving floor. Tammie had snuck up behind Regina, put her over her shoulder and was taking her to the changing room -- forcefully. Tammie took her prize to the changing room, put her down on her feet, ran towards the door and quickly locked it. "Ain't nothing to me," said Tammie as she attempted to get her breath back. Regina at that moment felt disoriented, confused, bewildered, shaken, violated, but above all else, she felt angry. At that moment, Regina snapped. "You, you fucking bitch!" She pulled her arm back, swung, and hit Tammie with a full-force slap to the face. Tammie turned her face away, held her cheek for a moment, then, turned and looked at Regina with the most devilish grin. "That's it, that's what I want!" She grabbed the collar of Regina's shirt, tugged, and ripped it off with ease. Regina looked down at her chest and saw that her shirt was gone, her round delicious breasts fully-exposed. This only got her further incensed. "Fuc-fucking bitch!" she unexpectedly ran towards Tammie and spear-tackled her down to the ground! Both girls fell on the floor, with Regina on top, her breasts in Tammie's face, but Tammie was able to quickly turn the advantage when she grabbed Regina's cloth-covered vagina with her claw-like grip. "Ahh, ahhh!!" Regina squealed in pain. Tammie got on her knees, shoved Regina down onto the floor and began poking and prodding her fingers into her target's vagina. "Think you got the jump on me? Ha, not a chance!" Tammie continued to dish out both the pain and pleasure in equal measure. "Fuck, oh fuck, get of me, fuck!" Regina tried kicking her off, but the orgasmic sensations were overriding her rage -- she was begrudgingly enjoying it. Tammie continued on, stopping just at the point of orgasm. She then stood up, grabbed Regina by the arm and dragged her to the showers. The water immediately began trickling down as soon as the two teens entered the large open, pink-tiled, slippery, soapy shower room. Tammie got Regina on her feet, held her arms against the wall and forcefully planted a kiss on her lips. Sparks flew as the two teenage girls soft, moist lips slid together. Regina was not fighting it: the combination of the pouring hot water, her sweat, the warm tingling sensations all around her body, the feeling of having this tall sexy woman grind against her, their nubile teen bodies rubbing together, all of this had made Regina reach a sexual peek she had never even knew was possible -- she went with it. Tammie leaned away from the kiss, smirked, turned Regina around and made a loud smack sound when she slapped her on the ass. "Hmm, these need to come off!" Tammie grabbed Regina's soaking wet red pants and yanked them down. Regina let them slip down her legs and used her feet to take them off. Tammie grabbed Regina's bare ass, dug her nails in and grinned. "Yes, yes, feels so...fresh!" she punched a nearby panel, and out of that panel came a long pink sleek vibrator. Regina's eyes grew wide as soon as she saw it. "Th-That can't be what I think it is," she said in a jittery voice. "Yes: I'm going to break you in, because this? This is an anal vibrator!" "P-P-Please," pleaded Regina, "I never have --" "Enough! You only got two choices: take it or I make you!" Tammie turned the vibrator on, gave it a good suck to get it moist, and rolled it around Regina's ass-cheeks. "Ready?" Tammie pulled her arm back and got ready to shove the vibrator into Regina's virginal teen ass. "Like fuck you will!" Regina lifted her leg up and kicked Tammie in the gut! Tammie keeled over, dropped the dildo, slipped and fell on the wet floor. Regina thought about running, but when she saw that pink dildo on the floor, she instinctively grabbed it -- she wanted some sexual payback. She sat on Tammie's knees, grabbed her red pants and pulled them down. She held the vibrator, looked at it, looked at Tammie, and then, forcefully shoved the vibrator into Tammie's vagina. "Ahh! You fucking cunt!" shouted Tammie, "I'm gonna, gonna... fuck!" Regina pushed the vibrator in-and-out, deep and hard, twisting and turning. "Hahaha! How do you like that? How do you like that!? Woo!" Regina clearly enjoyed being in control. She playfully slapped Tammie's vagina while using the pleasure instrument. But, there was still some fight left in Tammie: she grabbed Regina's free arm and pulled her towards her face. "I got you now, bitch!" she grabbed Regina by the back of the head and gave her a deep, passionate kiss. She held on tight, making sure Regina could not get out of her grasp. In an effort to take back control, Regina put her hands on Tammie's heavy wet shirt and rolled it up so she could play, twist and tickle with Tammie's pointed, delicate nipples. Without even noticing, Regina was engaged in full-on lesbian sex. Tammie let go of the kiss but kept a firm grip on Regina by holding onto the back of her neck. Both girls looked at each other, looking deep into each other's eyes, neither of them able to explain what was going on between them. Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest "Yes, yes, yes," muttered Tammie, who at that point was inching closer and closer to her boiling point -- her climax. Regina knew she had Tammie on the ropes, and knew exactly what she needed to do to clinch the victory. She pulled her right knee up and drove it down towards Tammie's vagina, shoving the vibrator deeper into her. "Oh, oh, oh!" Tammie tried hiding it, but she was done. She was cumming. "Ohhh! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! OHHHHHHH!!! Oh!!! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...oh." Both rivals lay there, together, on the wet floor, in a heap of sweat and cum, both fully exhausted. "Fuck... she didn't beat me, she didn't beat me," whispered Tammie, "she didn't, she didn't," she slowly got to her hands and knees, onto her feet, and looked down at Regina. "You didn't beat me, I let you do that, I let you." She walked off gingerly; with cum rolling down her legs. "I'll be seeing you...Regina Cestin" After Tammie had left, Regina turned, looked up at the shower, the water dripping down her face, letting all that had happened sink in. She couldn't think for too long, as the school bell had gone off. Gym class was over. She stood up and went to her clothes. She was dressed in her underwear when she saw a concerned Vivi running towards her. "Oh my god, Genie-Baby, are you ok?" "I-I'm fine." "Oh my god, Tammie, was she?--" "It was fine, really...everything is...good." "So what happened?" "I don't know, I can't explain it. I-I, I think I... enjoyed it?" *** Math "So divide this whole number by eight and you get...oh who cares. Hey, Jeremy, me and your mom still good for tonight?" "...Yeah, Mr. Jones, my mom just asks you don't bring the crazy." "Fuck, I'm bringing the crazy! It's the reason she wants me! You just bring the water, lube, towels and whatever else me and your mom ask for. Ok class, the standard deviation...Oh fuck it, talk amongst yourselves, organise fucks, whatever." Mr Jones sat down at his desk and began typing away on his BlackBerry. Regina was sitting next to Vivi, quietly pondering her steamy lesbian conflict with Tammie Kwon. There were many pressing questions regarding her sexuality floating around her head. Questions, such as: do I like women? Do I like Tammie? Am I a lesbian? Have I gone bi? All important questions that she had never encountered before. "Umm, Genie-Baby, you ok? You've been quiet since gym class. Did Tammie touch you in all the wrong places?" "No, it's just, I don't know, it was--" "Psst, hey." Just then, a foppish-haired male student interrupted Regina. "Hey, sorry, but, dude, are you that Regina chick everyone's talking about?" "Umm, yeah." "Oh, dude, no way! We saw you and Tammie on the big screen, man, that was awesome! Hey, you wanna have sex later?" "What? No, no I don't want to have sex with you." "Ah you must be busy. No probs, I'm here if you need me." Regina turned to Vivi who was grinning excitedly. "Eek! Genie-Baby, you're popular! Which makes me popular by association!" Before Regina could respond, a girl slammed the classroom door and loudly entered the room. "Hey bitches~! Soyo in da hiz house!" Soyo Bucks was a half-Thai half-Chinese teen girl with a Japanese name. She spoke in a New Jersey accent, had tan brown skin, highlighted brown and blond hair, a small frame, well-rounded breasts, a proportionally round ass, wearing a black tank top with a small beige coat, a tiny grey skirt and heels. "Hey Soyo!" Vivi waved. Soyo was walking over to Vivi, but stopped in her tracks when Mr. Jones shouted, "Hold it! You can't come in my class late and expect no punishment." He went up to Soyo, looked her in the eyes, grabbed her by the shoulders, turned her around, pulled her skirt up, pulled down her cotton bumblebee underwear and exposed her ass. "You want a feel? Can't blame ya," she giggled. "Spank me, I been a bad, bad girl." "Yes, yes you certainly have," Mr. Jones grabbed a ruler and made a loud thwack sound when he used it to smack her ass. "Oww! That stings!" "Teaches you not to be late, now sit the fuck down!" "Ouchies," Soyo rubbed her butt as she sat down across from Vivi and Regina. "Hi Vivi, sorry I'm late, my dad woke up early and made me do shower sex with him for hours. That jerk knows I love getting wet and horny in the mornings and knows how to keep me going, it ain't my fault he packing a nine-incher, the jerk. So how you doing?" "I'm good," replied Vivi. "This is Regina. I call her Genie-Baby." Soyo turned to Regina and looked at her in amazement, "Whoa! Your tits are big! They're almost melons!" "Umm, uh, thank you?" Regina wasn't sure if she was pleased or disturbed by Soyo's compliment "Oh my god!" Soyo slapped her forehead, "I know you! You're that girl that had sex with Tammie; the whole school is buzzing about it. Oh, did she use the pink dildo?" "Yeah, how'd you know?" "Bitch did the same to me, couldn't sit right for days, but still, it was one of the top sellers: 'All Asian Anal', look it up, I'm in it!" "Well I fought back, had her on the ground, cumming like a --" Regina stopped herself mid-sentence; she was surprised at her own gleeful response. Soyo gasped, "Oh my god, you beat Tammie!? No way! You must tell me everything. Let's ditch the next class and go into town." "Umm...Cool!" replied Vivi. Regina shrugged. "Sure, ok." *** "So you took her down and used her own dildo? Fucking yeah!" "It-it was nothing," Regina blushed, "I was just going on instinct, really, I don't know--" "Hey," cut in Vivi, "enough with the sex talk. Let's all go to the sweetie shop!" The three girls had reached the lush, green, cosy town centre. It was a pleasant, modestly-built, shopping district: with small quaint-looking shops, stone flooring and a sense of gentle sereneness flowing throughout. Though hints of the town's true nature still were present: the book shop sold how-to guides for incest roleplay, the small, yet packed, electronics shop was advertising Kay Parker High tapes and the local lingerie shop sold a range of colourful, purple, yellow and pink underwear labelled as 'Mother's Choice.' The three girls entered inside the shack-like convenience store and made their selections. The interior of the shop matched the décor of the town centre, with an olden-yet-modern approach to the design. The girls put their goods on the counter and waited as a bald, well-built, black gentleman counted up their items (no electric till in this shop.) "Oh wow," muttered a flush Regina. "Hmm? Genie-Baby you ok? You look really red." "It's nothing, I-I just really like...chocolate." The man had finished counting. "Ok ladies, that will be thirteen heidis and sixteen klums, or, a seven minute blowjob." Regina, expecting an offer like this, had thoughts about stepping forward, but noticed Vivi gently nudging Soyo in the ribs. "What, what? What're you doing, Vivi? Oh, I see, I get it: you making me suck him. Why the Asian girl gotta be the only one sucking cock, huh? " "It's not like that! I sucked him last time...for two whole hours!" Soyo glared at Vivi, but broke immediately into a big grin, "Ha, you know I'm just playing. I love nothing better than sucking on some big cock!" Soyo went under the shop counter, got on her knees, out of the girls view, unbuckled his jeans and got ready to pay her debt. "Oh yeah baby," he groaned in a smooth voice as he brushed her hair. "...I think she'll be there for a while. Wanna get going Genie. Genie-Baby?" Regina was in a trance as she watched the 'transaction' in progress. Vivi touched her shoulder and got Regina back to her senses. "Huh, oh yeah, let's go over to your place." "We're going Soyo, that coolzees?" Soyo put her hand up and made a thumbs-up sign. "Great, see ya tomorrow!" *** After a short walk, the two girls had reached Vivi's large, spacious suburban home. This house was a cut above the other homes, as it had two garages, a porch and a large satellite dish. "We're here! Are you ready to meet my parents, Genie?" "Uhh, yeah, I'm ready." "Then let's go!" Vivi opened the door and the two of them entered inside the Keentucker household. With plush carpeting, lavish decorations and spotless walls, it could be easily summarised that this was the home of a moderately-wealthy family. To the left of the doorway was the living area which had a large television and couch inside. To the right was the dining area, where the other Keentuckers were seated. "Hi Daddy, Hi Lili, Hi Titi," said Vivi as she rushed towards the large dining table. Sitting at the table was Lili and Titi, Vivi's younger twin sisters, both 12 years old, with blond hair and bows. Across from them was Vivi's father. He stood up to greet Regina. "Hello, my name is Sage and I can explain everything." Sage Keentucker was a tall, well-built, lightly-tanned Caucasian man with short brown hair, black-rimmed glasses, slight stubble, wearing a grey dress shirt and black trousers. He had a calm yet strong presence; he came across as a man that had great wisdom. "Hi, I'm Re --" "Regina? Right?" he interrupted. "Yeah, h-how'd you know?" "The whole town knows about you, the girl that toppled the mighty Tammie, you're on television tonight; they've been showing promos for it all day, did you know that?" "No, I didn't." Sage turned and smiled at his two daughters, "Girls, you want to go to your soundproof-completely-un-lockable-yet-comfortable-and-fully-liveable-rooms?" "Yes!" they said in unison as they ran off to their rooms. "Perfect," he said in a hushed tone. "Now we can get down to business." He approached Vivi, got close to her, put his hands through her soft brown hair, his face next to hers, puckered up, and kissed her on the tip of her nose. "Tee-hee!" she giggled happily. "Tickles." "Vivian dear, why don't you go wear your 'special outfit'? Hmm? I wanna talk to Regina a little bit." "Yes Daddy!" She nodded and playfully ran off to her bedroom. Sage sat down, smiled at Regina, and motioned towards the chair across from him. "Please, take a seat." She sat across from him, slightly nervous at his calming stare. He took a deep breath and clasped his hands together. "You comfortable? You look tense." "No, I'm good...So where's Miss Keentucker?" "A gangbang." "Of course." "You don't seem surprised." "Well I'm not anymore." "Good, that's progress. Now, I will answer the most intriguing question you have: why you are here in Tabootopia." "Taboo-what-now?" Sage chuckled, "Tabootopia, that's the name of this place. The name says it all really: a Utopia of Taboo. You really don't...need an explanation of this place, after all you been through, all you need to know is that you...and your family...belong here: your family was chosen. I'll avoid going into a long-drawn out explanation, which includes background checks and the such, but I do know, without a doubt, that you have the capabilities to belong here, you proved it with your actions today." "Ok...I kinda get it; my parents were invited here because they like incest, right?" He nodded in agreement. "Right, ok, but why me? I don't like incest, I'm-I'm just a normal girl--" "You know that's not true," interrupted Sage. "In fact, no one here fits the typical mould of being 'normal'. A 'normal' teen girl would've melted down by now, but you haven't. Wonder why?" "Umm, yeah, I kinda do." "Well, then, hmm, how should I explain it...I got it, think of it like this," Sage grabbed a plate of cheese and put it in front of her. "You like cheese, Regina?" "No, I don't." "Have you ever tried it?" "Umm...No, I haven't." "Then how do you know you don't like it?" Regina was stumped by his response. She had no answer. "...That was the reaction I sought. You made a judgement before even knowing what exactly you were judging, and you know what the amazing thing is? People do this every single day: with food, people, books, television, movies. Sex. You understand?" Regina solemnly nodded. "Good, now I'll explain some other aspects of Tabootop --" before he could finish his sentence, Vivi ran into the room, kissed her dad on the cheek and stood grinning at Regina. Vivi was wearing a low-cut, tied-up above her waist, white school girl shirt, a tiny red plaid skirt, knee-length cotton socks, had put her hair in pig-tails and had applied a little glitter on her cheeks. "How do I look Genie? Aren't I just the cutest?" Her father smiled at her as he put his hand around her lower back. "You look great sweetie. There's some dinner over there, help yourself." "Yes Daddy!" she sat next to her father and began to eat. "Yummy~" "Now, Regina, where were we? Ah yes, I was going to explain a little bit more about Tabootopia. But first, just out of curiosity, I would like to hear your assumptions of this place." She pondered for a moment, "Hmm...A secret island with a secret society...I say only, like, about thousand people live here, right?" "Umm, you're a little off target. This place is estimated to have around, hmm, I say six million residents." Regina gasped at the amazingly large figure. "T-that's alot for a small island." "Hmm, I'd guess you'd assume this place was small, what with the lifestyle and all, maybe you thought it was a small cult of sex-fiends. But in actuality, you have only seen one small part of Tabootopia. This place is split into five areas, each independent and unique to one another. The one we live in is the newest: its name is Our Haven. Outside of Our Haven there are other, much more interesting areas, such as --" "Daaaadyyyyy~!" whined Vivi in a school-girl voice, "this is so boring~, let's go have sexy playtime." Sage shook his head and sighed, "Ok dear, let's go to the bedroom." "Yay, yay, yay!" she yelled excitedly. "Want to watch?" Sage asked Regina. "W-What? N-N," she paused, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and found her real answer. "Y-Yes. I want to watch." "Good." Sage smiled Vivi made a cute little frown on her face as she pointed at Regina and said, "I like you watching Genie-Baby, but don't touch my daddy! It's our special time! Mine! Coolzees? Coolzees!?" "Ok, ok, I got it." Sage chuckled at his daughter's enthusiasm. "Calm yourself Vivian. Regina, you want to go wait in the bedroom for us? "Umm, sure." *** Regina was sitting on a chair that was positioned to the left of the bed. She was waiting anxiously for the show to begin. Not knowing exactly why she was there, but knowing she wanted to watch, she wanted to watch Sage and Vivi have incestuous sex. Sage walked in first and sat down at the edge of the bed. He flashed a smile as he took his glasses, watch and shoes off. "Nervous?" he asked. "Y-yeah, a little bit...alot really." "Well the best advice I can give you is to not over-think everything, just feel it, let it happen." "R-right." After Regina got that piece of advice, Vivi skipped into the room and stood right in front of her father, positively beaming. "Stand up Daddy, I want to undress you, tee-hee!" Sage stood up and allowed his daughter to unbutton his shirt and slip it off. She then got on her knees, unzipped his trousers and took his pants and underpants off with one pull. His cock was right in her face, large and looking at her right in the eye. She held it gently with her left hand, looked up at him with her beautiful brown eyes and gave it a gentle kiss. "Ohhh!" Sage shivered. "Now your turn, do your little dance for me." He got up and laid himself out on the bed, his right hand on his cock as he watched his sexy daughter do a little shimmy for her daddy. She bit her lower-lip as she ripped her shirt off to reveal her pink-hearted bra, then quickly unzipped and tossed aside her skirt to reveal matching-panties. As she was taking her socks off, she saw Regina out the corner of her eye and got a delectable idea. "Genie-Baby, wanna help me get my underwear off?" Vivi scooted over to her and pointed at the back of her bra. "Umm, I --" "Come on," she whispered, "unhook my bra, my dad will love it!" Regina put her arms up and unhooked Vivi's bra. Vivi grinned and tossed the bra to her father. "Take my panties off," whispered Vivi as she wiggled her cute butt in Regina's face. She hesitantly grabbed Vivi's cotton panties, pulled them down and took them off. Sage approved. "Hmm so nice to see my sweet girl have such a nice friend." Vivi, now fully naked, gleefully jumped onto the bed, went on top and began romantically kissing her father on the lips. As she was locked in his embrace, he slid his hands down her smooth sexy skin, down to her delicious peachy ass, rubbing and slapping her soft cheeks. "Yes Daddy, yes! Hmm, Daddy, stick it in me!" Sage went with his daughter's request and stuck his cock into her tight vagina. "Ahhh!" she squealed. "Yes, ahh, hmmm, feels so good Daddy." Vivi rose up, put her hands on her father's chest and gently rode him. Regina watched in awe as father and daughter were having full-on consensual sex. To her amazement, she was not disgusted or offended: she was intrigued -- turned-on even. As Regina continued to watch, she noticed that she was instinctively rubbing her thighs together. "Feels good baby, so good, Vivian. You think you could do that thing I love? You know the one." "Yup," she replied with a nod. Vivi slid her delicate fingers inside her father's mouth and groaned in delight as he sucked her fingers. "Yes, that's the stuff, good girl. Think I should up the tempo?" "Yes please!" "All right baby," Sage pushed her down towards his face, rubbed his forehead on hers, grabbed her ass, and pushed his cock in-and-out of her at a rapid pace. "Oh Daddy!" she groaned, "oh Daddy feels so good, oh Daddy, oh, oh so hard! Oh Daddy!" Regina had slid her hand down her skirt and was rubbing herself quietly. Sage turned himself over, got on top, and plunged himself deeper into his daughter, her mouth wide open as she took the full-length of her father's member, the bed shaking as the two engaged in the cardinal taboo of life itself. "Oh Daddy, Daddy, I feel it, I'm, I'm, ohhh, I'm so close, oh god, yes, please~, oh!" Sage held his daughter's arms down and peppered her with loving kisses as he continued to plow himself into her. "It's cumming sweetie, it's cumming!" Regina had slid aside her panties and was openly fingering her tight teen vagina as she watched her friend reach her climax. Sage turned her over, got her on top, and held on tight. A few more expert thrusts was all that was needed to make his sweet sexy daughter reach her peek. He knew her well. "Oh DADDY!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. As her orgasm came, she shook like a wild salmon, her body flapping on top of her father's, "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! OHHHH, OHHH, OHHHH, OHHH, oh, oh god, oh god, Daddy, oh, oh, oh, oh..." she took in some deep breaths as she allowed her orgasm to take full effect. "Oh Daddy, that was wonderful." She gave him a peck on the lips as a way of saying thanks. At almost the exact same time, Regina had a mini-climax of her own, as she fingered herself to completion. Sage rolled his tired daughter of his body and laid her out to the right of him. "...Ahh! So, Regina, what do you think?" "I-I enjoyed it... alot," she replied as she adjusted her panties. Sage sighed, looked down at his well-spent daughter, took a deep breath in, and said, "Consider this the end of your induction. Welcome to Tabootopia. Sector One: Our Haven." Regina smiled and nodded. "T-thank you...Its gotten late, I better be going." "Oh, just one more question: you willing to have a three-way with your mom and dad?" Tabootopia - A Nation of Incest "No!" she replied quickly. "Ha! But you enjoyed watching us? Some people would call that a double standard. But that's not how we operate; we know everyone enjoys this lifestyle differently. You enjoy what you enjoy, with no judgements, from either side." "R-right. I... understand. Thank you Mr Keentucker. Bye Vivi." Vivi lifted her arm up and let out a tired groan. Regina walked out the room, but took one final peek in as she went down the stairs. She saw Sage rubbing his daughter's cum-soaked inner-thigh, talking into her ear, asking her, "Want to go again?" *** After a long, long, long day, Regina had finally come home. She stood outside the front door and wondered what kind of reaction she would get when she walked through that door. She opened the door and saw her parents sitting on the couch, watching television. She walked in quietly, went towards her parents, but stopped in her tracks when she saw what they were watching: it was Regina sticking a vibrator inside Tammie Kwon's vagina. Just like Sage had said, Regina was on television that night -- as the main-event of the weekly Kay Parker High sex show. "Oh hi, didn't spot you," said Claire. "Hi sweetie," said Matthew as he kept his steely gaze locked on the television screen. "She's cute," noted Claire as she watched. "You should invite her to dinner." "Umm, I don't think she's that kinda girl, Mom. Besides, we not like that, I'm not like that, I think." "You so are! Look at you two; you're so into each other." "The In-Crowd will not be happy about this," muttered Matthew. "Who's that?" asked Regina. "I'll tell you later." Claire patted the couch cushion, "Come, sit, tell me how your day was." Regina shrugged and smiled. "My day was...good. It was a good day." End