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The I-Room

By: Ahabscribe



As always, this is a work of fiction and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is coincidence. All characters exist only within the realm of my imagination.

I hope you enjoy...this came about as a silly daydream, perhaps after watching old episodes of Fantasy Island and more recent Criminal Minds. I got a kick out of it and I hope you do too. There is a sequel already completed and you can expect to see it soon! Enjoy!

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Prologue:

Some would call me mad or criminal or both for my actions. I do not. Instead I see myself as a liberator or an illuminator, allowing people to shed their archaic beliefs and their outdated morals, freeing them to fulfill their destinies...to find their true loves and soul mates...to allow them to live fully realized lives. To this purpose I have committed my great wealth and resources. To this noble end I attempt to save not mankind, but a few souls who might otherwise be denied the happiness and joy that is theirs by right.

Picture if you will a twelve foot by twelve foot room. It contains a queen sized bed, a simple wooden chair and a small refrigerator. It is adjoined by a small alcove containing a shower and a toilet. There is nothing else...no windows, only walls of concrete two feet thick and a steel door. This is my forge...my crucible where I take lost souls and re-forge them into human beings. I call it "The I-Room."

The First: Joanna and Danny

They wake slowly from a long drug induced sleep. Kidnapped in the eyes of the law, their car is in storage elsewhere on the grounds. Joanna G. and her son, Danny...my first challenge.

Joanna is thirty-eight years old, Caucasian, with a mane of reddish, dark brown hair. She is in a word, beautiful. Through my cameras, I watch as she begins to stir. I admire her lush body. There is nothing little about Joanna...a tall woman, maybe five foot, nine inches tall. Medium weight, I know she fights a tendency towards fat by vigorous exercise. Her magnificent breasts are barely retained by her bra...bountiful mounds of flesh...40 DD's capped by quarter size nipples thickened by nursing. When released, I have no doubt her breasts will sag somewhat from gravity and age, but they will give her an even more motherly beauty. Her waist is barely termed slender, her hips shapely leading into long, athletic legs. White cotton panties hide her neatly trimmed V-shaped bush. She is clothed only in bra and panties. I anxiously await the moment she opens those beautiful brown eyes. Joanna is married...one husband for twenty years. He is a hard worker who has sacrificed family for financial success.

Her only son rests beside her. Just turned eighteen and four inches taller than his mother with sandy hair like his father. Slim as a rail, all arms and legs, his muscles wiry from running up and down a basketball court. He wears only white briefs concealing a respectable man sized bulge.

Joanna awakes. She yawns and opens those lovely eyes, dark lashes complimenting her brown eyes. Joanna frowns and sits straight up, her head swinging about. "Where...where am I?" she turns and realizes Danny is next to her. "Danny? Honey, wake up!" She shakes him lightly. Her son wakes up.

"Mom?" He takes the room in and is standing up in an instant. "Where are we, Mom?"

Joanna's voice is edged with hysteria. "I don't know. Hello! Where are we? Anyone there?" She climbs off the bed and moves to the door and bangs on it with a fist. "Hey! Let us out of here!"

She turns with fear in her eyes and then realizes her teenage son is standing clad only in his underwear. Danny stares back at his mother and then turns away, blushing. His morning erection is noticeably harder. Joanna realizes for the first time that she is only in bra and panties. I idly wonder if she regrets wearing the push up bra this morning. I smile as I watch her try to cover up only to realize it is useless. I wonder if it is my imagination or do her eyes linger on her son's bulging crotch. 

Joanna turns away from her son. She strikes the door again, tears in her voice as she yells, "Help! Let us out! Help!"

I flick a switch, "CALM DOWN. YOU AND YOUR SON WILL NOT BE HARMED."

She glances wildly around the room. "Who are you? What do you want?"

"YOU ARE SAFE. YOU ARE SIMPLY MY GUESTS FOR A LITTLE WHILE."

"You've kidnapped us? We don't have any money, but we'll pay whatever we can."

"NO...NOT RANSOM. I SIMPLY REQUIRE YOU TO STAY HERE FOR AWHILE."

She begs me for a while, promising me anything I want, bargaining to allow her son to be set free. I have respect for Danny as he comes over and puts his arm around his mother, insisting that he would never leave her alone. They both cry for a while and cuddle up on the bed. I choose not to speak and they fall asleep. I dim the lights to half strength.

Two hours later, Danny gets up and goes to the toilet. His cock is iron hard even when he is finished urinating. I am thrilled to see him looking over at his partially clothed mother, stroking his dick twice and sighing before lying back down.

They sleep through the night and in the morning discover breakfast has been slipped through a slot in the door. They spend most of the day fretting about what has happened. I ignore their questions for several hours. Joanna cries twice and I again respect Danny for comforting his mother. The second time, she puts her head against his chest and I watch as the effect of being able to see most of his mother's breasts causes Danny's cock to swell. I suspect that by the time it reaches its considerable full length, Joanna is watching his bulge as well. 

Abruptly she stands up and walks to the door and hits it with her fist. "Why are we here?" she screams.

"TO LEARN," I reply.

Joanna screams in frustration. "What do you mean, dammit?"

"YOU AND YOUR SON ARE HERE TO LEARN ABOUT YOURSELVES AND EACH OTHER."

"Learn what?" growls Danny as he adjusts his waistband to accommodate his still erect penis.

"YOU WILL DISCOVER THAT FOR YOURSELVES," and I cut the speaker off.

They spend the rest of the day trying to make sense of my words and trying to pretend neither is affected by the almost naked presence of the other. They sleep, both restlessly.

Morning finds Joanna having discovered that the shower works and that I have provided both soap and shampoo. She keeps glancing around nervously over at Danny, amking sure he doesn't awake and find her naked. She stares at the swollen lump in his shorts and shakes her head. I can't help but be pleased to see her nipples harden.

She stands still afterwards, using her fingers to comb out her hair while her body air dries. As she starts to slip on her bra, I open up my microphone. "WHY BOTHER? YOUR UNDERWEAR IS SOILED. IT WILL ONLY SMELL AND CHAFE."

My voice wakes Danny up and he groggily stares at his naked mother in the entrance to the alcove. "No! Danny, close your eyes till I'm dressed," Joanna exclaims. She spins around, inadvertently mooning her son as she struggles to get dressed.

"YOU HAVE NOTHING TO BE ASHAMED OF, JOANNA."

"Give us some decent clothes, damn you!" she replies.

"NO. TAKE OFF THOSE DIRTY CLOTHES. YOUR BRA IS ALREADY CHAFING YOU."

"Leave Mom alone," says Danny. His eyes widen as his mother steps into her panties, flashing her hairy muff at him.

"WHY SHOULDN'T YOU GO NAKED? THERE ISN'T ANYTHING WRONG WITH HUMAN BODY. AND JOANNA, YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL BODY."

"I can't go naked in front of my son," Joanna screams back at me.

"WHY NOT? I KNOW HE THINKS YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL, DON'T YOU, DANNY?"

Her son blushes and turns away, saying nothing.

"AND DANNY NEEDS TO STRIP DOWN AS WELL. THOSE SHORTS ARE CHAFING HIM AS WELL."

"Are you some sort of pervert? You want us to go naked around each other?" Joanna snarls up at the ceiling.

"WHY NOT? YOU BOTH ACT LIKE IT WOULD BE A HORRIBLE EXPERIENCE, BUT YOU BOTH LOOK AT EACH OTHER EVERY CHANCE YOU GET."

"That's just not true!" cries Joanna, her face flushing red.

"YOU'RE LYING TO YOURSELF, JOANNA. DANNY'S COCK ISN'T ALWAYS HARD BECAUSE HE ENJOYS MY VOICE. AND YOU WERE STARING LONG AND HARD AT YOUR SON THIS MORNING WHILE HE SLEPT." Danny spun around and stared stupefied at his mother. I flicked off the mike and let them think about things for awhile.

The next couple of hours are tense within the room. Both act like they're ignoring the other, but both mother and son sneak glimpses when the other isn't looking. Joanna catches her son staring at her and snaps at him. "Damn it, Danny, stop that. I'm your mother!"

Danny slaps the wall in frustration. "Where am I supposed to look, Mom? We're stuck in here!

"But I'm your mother...an old lady. You're not supposed to have a hard-on...um, erection over my old body."

Danny blushes anew, but stands his ground. "That's not true! Whatever else that creep says, you're beautiful, Mom! I can't help getting a stiffy. You have a great body!"

"Ohhh, God, what are we going to do?" moans Joanna, sitting heavily down on the bed and burying her face in her hands.

Danny sits down beside his mother. He puts an arm around her shoulders. Joanna flinches, partly because he brushes a sore spot where her bra is chafing, partly because of his touch...contact with her son taking on a new meaning.

"The creep is right about one thing, Mom," Danny says. "We can't keep wearing this stuff. I'm hurting bad and your bra strap is almost cut you to where you'll be bleeding soon."

Joanna sighs. "I know, I know, but knowing you'll be seeing me. I'm so embarrassed. It's not right."

Danny nudges her. "Yeah, but how do you think I feel? My mom seeing me with a hard-on."

His mom stands up. "Well, maybe if we just get it over with, we'll get used to it and it'll wind up being no big deal."

Danny agrees and they stand facing away from each other. On the count of three, they both shuck their underwear off. Joanna takes off her bra and rubs the bra lines on her breasts. They both turn at the same time and take their measure of each other.

Joanna's nipples are hard in the cool air and she stands awkwardly, her hands nervously idle at her sides. Her eyes widen as she stares at her son's hard cock. His seven inches are pointing at her, but as he is allowed to openly stare at his Mom's naked body, it swells even more and slaps against his stomach and then erupts in a geyser of sperm!

Joanna's mouth gapes open as the mere sight of her naked body standing less than three feet away causes her son to cum. The first burst shoots up and splashes onto Danny's face, the second splatters against his chest...thick wads of semen. His cock, still hard, bobs and aims at his mother's nude form. Danny's balls jerk and then a jet of thickish, white semen shoots across and splashes on his mother's belly. Subsequent bursts fall short of Joanna and land on the floor between them.

Danny is momentarily caught up in orgasm, unable to do anything but maon with pleasure as he gazes at Joanna's naked body. I can't blame him. His mother is gorgeous. Her large, heavy breasts sagging just a little...a thick, rich mat of curly hair covering her vagina and I think I can even see a glint of moisture in her bush, indicating she too is aroused. I watch captivated as her son's sperm slowly oozes down her belly and into her hairy bush.

Joanna just stares as the last spurts of cum flow from her son's dick, finally just a long streamer slowly descending from the tip of his still erect cock. Her hand idly runs across her stomach, trailing across the top of her pussy hair until she touches Danny's still warm jism. She lifts her fingers up and stares at his whitish sperm smeared there. For a moment, I believe she might lick her fingers clean.

But Joanna stares over at her naked son who is realizing he just cummed in front of his mother or more precisely, cum on his mother. As he gasps, "Oh, Mom! I'm sorry, I couldn't help it!" Joanna screams up at the ceiling, "DAMN YOU! Let us out of here!"

Joanna looks down at the jism smeared on her belly and pubic hair and then over at her son...his cock still dribbling semen. "Oh my god!" cries Joanna and she flings herself down into the bed and starts sobbing.

Danny looks aghast and reaches down for his old underwear and uses it to wipe off his cock, jerking a little as he strokes the last drops out, all the while staring at his mother curled up in a fetal position (which nicely exposes her moist slit). As his mother cries, Danny works hard to wipe up his cum from the floor while saying, "I'm sorry, Mom! I didn't mean to...I'm so sorry, Mom!"

My heart aches as he sits down next to his Mom, still apologizing. Danny begins to cry. "I'm sorry, Mom. Don't hate me, please! Please don't be mad at me!" His pain reaches his mother and Joanna rouses herself up and they are both crying and hugging. I smile as I watch Joanna's thick nipples dragging across her son's chest.

"Ohh, baby. I'm not mad at you. Mommy's mad at the...creep. I know you can't help it." Joanna results to almost baby talk to comfort her son. She kisses Danny on the forehead and cheek.

"I couldn't help it, Mom. You're just so pretty! I didn't mean to be bad!" 

Joanna cries for a different reason...her love for her child breaking her heart. She wraps him in her arms, inadvertently pressing his face to her heaving breasts. "You're not bad, Danny! Mommy knows that," Joanna exclaims. She kisses her son on the forehead and then placing her hands on his cheeks, raises his head to look him in the eye. "I love you, Danny! Mommy loves you!"

Danny's chest heaves for air and he replies, "I love you too, Mom!"

Joanna smiles through her tears and kisses Danny on both cheeks. Mother and son stare at each other for a second. Joanna leans in and kisses Danny on the lips. It is a chaste kiss that lasts and lasts. I think they are about to touch tongues when Danny's erection rises proudly and pokes his mother in the belly.

Joanna scoots back away from her son, eyes on her son's hard dick. Her nipples are long and stiff and a sexual blush spreads across her chest. We...uh, just have to get used to each other, honey," she says. She lies back and pats the mattress. "Come lie down and try not to think about me...um...it."

Danny does so and they lay side by side, holding hands. "Try and get some sleep, Danny," his mother whispers.

Danny sighs and closes his eyes, "I'll try, Mom. I really am sorry about...well, you know."

Joanna sighs too and replies, "Its okay, son. You couldn't help it...and I guess I should take it as a compliment...an old lady getting a...um, rise out of a young man."

She squeezes his hand as he murmurs, "You ain't old, Mom. I think you're beautiful."

I dim the lights, but not so dark as to make it difficult for Joanna to discretely stare at her son's erect penis, standing up proud and straight...hard as steel. She takes her fill, memorizing every inch of his thick erection. Her nipples swell even more and there is a distinct aroma of wet, aroused pussy in the air. Joanna's hand flutters back and forth across her belly and I know she is aching to soothe the yearning between her legs, even as she stares at the glistening drops of pre-cum oozing from the piss hole of her child's cock.

Finally, mother and son fall asleep. It has been a good day and much progress made. I am pleased. Joanna and Danny are one step closer to their moment of enlightenment.

The next day passes quietly with much tension in the air. Danny is in perpetual horny teenager mode as his eyes follow his mother's every move and he is well aware of her watching his hard cock which always seems to be pointed in her direction. His need is palatable. He can barely keep his hands off his dick, struggling with the desire to stroke himself off.

Joanna is in a struggle herself...aware that everything she does, every movement exposes herself to her son...offering him new views of her lush naked body. Both are in heightened states of arousal. Pheromones are thick in the room as they pace and stretch and pretend not to stare at each other.

That night, they finally fall asleep, both moving restlessly about, trying to avoid direct contact. When Joanna is finally snoring softly, Danny eases from the bed and stares down at his mother. Joanna lies on her back. A hand has dropped between her legs, fingers intertwined in her pubic hair and splicing through her vaginal lips. In the less than dim light, her son can see more than a hint of glistening, pink pussy meat.

Danny begins to stroke his cock. Slowly, then more quickly, Danny masturbates while staring at his mother's nakedness. Joanna moans in her sleep and spreads her legs, sighing, "Dannnnyyy," as she reveals more of her wet pussy. Her index fingers slips into the wetness and that's enough. Danny moans and begins to cum, catching his sperm in his cupped free hand, but he can't quite muffle his moans of excitement and his cum grunts cause his mother to open her eyes.

"Danny! Oh MY GOD! STOP, STOP, STOP!" Joanna leaps from the bed and slaps her son's face. "You have to stop doing this! Control yourself, Danny...I am your mother!"

"I don't care!" Danny yells back. "I love you, Mom! You're so beautiful and I wanna do..." His voice trails off and he turns away.

Joanna is furious now...embarrassed and confused. "Do what, Danny?" she demands, reaching out to spin her son around to face her. She stands just inches away from her son. Her nipples are engorged and will brush her son's chest if she moves any closer. "What do you want to do, Danny?"

"I want you, Mom!" Danny sobs. You're so pretty! I love your tits and your body and I want to fuck you, Mom!"

Joanna makes as if to slap her son again, but stops. She sits down on the bed and her puts her face in her hands, stopping to curiously sniff her fingers that smell like pussy. "This can't be happening. It has to stop." Joanna looks up at her son. "You have to control yourself, Danny. We both do. We can't let the creep mess with our heads...that's what he's doing."

Joanna apologizes for Danny for hitting him. She tells him not to think about her...to keep his thoughts elsewhere. Joanna tells her son to stop masturbating, period. "I love you, son, but you can't think of me like that...I am your mother. There will be girls someday soon, but it can't be me."

The next two days are long, especially for Danny. His cock is perpetually hard. Joanna tries to keep his mind off it by doing other things. She runs him through math problems from his senior math class. She quizzes him about History, Science, and other subjects. It doesn't help much. Danny sees her beautiful body and he is mesmerized and aroused. Every bounce of her meaty tits as she moves captivates him. The pressure builds.

Toward the end of the second day, Joanna is in torment as she watches her son suffer. Danny has taken to standing facing the concrete wall, trying not to look at her. The past twenty minutes he is slowly and lightly banging his head against the wall while he struggles to keep his hands from stroking his aching cock. Tears run down his mother's face and I sense she's about to make a decision.

"Danny, come here," she says softly. Danny turns and looks at her. His face is a study of torment and frustration. Joanna points to the wooden chair. "Sit down, son." Danny does so.

Joanna takes a deep breath, starts to speak, but is speechless as her son faces her, seven inches of thick, erect penis pointing directly at her. She tries to look away, but is drawn back to the stiff log rising out of her son's lap. I smile. She has made a decision.

"I'm so sorry I hit you, Danny. I'm sorry I didn't accept that you are a young man with new needs and desires...especially with all that has happened to us because of the Creep." (I have accepted my new title with some amusement.)

Danny looks confused and miserable. "What are you saying, Mom?"


The I-Room Ch. 02



As usual, all characters are ficitional and any resemblance to persons live or dead are purely coincidental. All charcters of this story exist only within my imagination.

I appreciate the mostly positive responses I receieved regarding the first installment of the I-Room (if you haven't already, go read it first!). I hope to have more installments of the I-Room for you in the future. Enjoy!

Prologue:

Once again, picture a windowless room, twelve feet by twelve feet, Spartan in appearance and in accommodations. A plain wooden chair, a small refrigerator and a queen sized bed...a small shower alcove and nothing else. A steel door locked from outside. In short, a room with no escape, save through enlightenment. Many have and will call me insane, mad, a twisted pervert. Perhaps...or perhaps I am simply a teacher...an illuminator in the darkness...a guide to allowing one to reach and achieve all that is possible.

The Second: Anita, Joe and Molly.

Picture the room again with three people sleeping on the bed. One is 

Anita, a woman of forty years of age. Honey colored hair, cut short. She is a woman with a body that edges towards voluptuousness. Anita possesses solid, weighty 38 DD breasts...a stomach thickening from age and childbirth and an ass and legs that are still tight and shapely from arduous workouts. Pink panties hide her sweetest treasure, a thick lipped pussy, shaved bare save for a short fluff of honey brown muff pointing downward to heaven's gate.

The second individual is Anita's husband, Joe. He is a forty-one year old man, healthy, tall and muscled, with a healthy bulge in his boxer shorts. He wears his black hair short as befits a policeman. He and Anita have been married twenty years.

The last sleeping individual is their daughter, Molly. She turned eighteen the day I had them brought to the I-Room. She has a slim, athletic build. She has her mother's face, but her body is different. Her breasts will never be as large as her mother's...right now being the size of small melons...34C. Her legs are muscular, her butt firm, tight and high as only a young woman's ass can be. A few wisps of pubic hair do nothing to hide her nubile cunt concealed behind virginal, white cotton panties.

This will be a decidedly different experiment than Joanna and Danny. Anita and Joe are very active sexually. Monitoring has revealed they engaged in some sort of sex every day over a thirty day period. Even during menstruation, Anita would engage in oral or anal sex with Joe. The couple also enjoys an open marriage. Joe delights in "scoring" with women he meets in the course of his duties. He is an honest policeman, but is known as a cockhound for women of all ages. Anita, a teacher, is not quite as promiscuous, but carries on several affairs, notably a male colleague, a female colleague and her daughter, and several former students. Anita delights in lesbian sex. Molly is at eighteen, still a virgin. A rather shy and studious girl, she has experimented very little with sex...no boy has ever gotten farther than copping a tentative feel of her perky breasts. Lastly, investigating Anita's past reveals some very interesting secrets that may come into play during their time here.

Molly wakes first. She stirs, realizing that she is lying between her mother and father. She realizes that except for her panties, she is naked. She sits up, folding her arms over her young breasts to cover them. Molly realizes she...they are in a strange room. "Mom? Daddy? Wake up!" There is teary panic in her voice.

Anita opens her eyes at the sound of her daughter's panicked voice. Taking in her own near nakedness and that of her daughter's and the Spartan surroundings, she sits up quickly. "What the fuck is going on?" Anita possesses a sweet and sexy voice, full of smoke and reminiscent of the wonderful actress, Lauren Bacall and when outside of school uses a vocabulary that would make a sailor proud. Anita reaches over to shake Joe, even as her daughter scurries to her. "Joe, wake up!" There is fear in her voice, but also anger. There is an incredible vitality to Anita...a sense of a carnal lioness.

Joe wakes up and there is all the expected fear and confusion. Joe, his training kicking in, roams the room, seeking clues for escape. His eyes cannot help but glide over both mother and daughter. Molly backs herself into a corner, arms crossed over her chest in a vain attempt to conceal them. Anita's breasts bounce hypnotically as she strides back and forth. Finally, I introduce myself.

"REMAIN CALM. YOU WILL NOT BE HARMED. YOU WILL SIMPLY BE MY GUESTS FOR A SHORT WHILE."

"Who the fuck are you?" Anita demands. "What do you want with us?"

I smile as I reply, "I AM KNOWN BY SOME AS...THE CREEP. THAT NAME WILL SERVE. YOU...YOU ARE HERE TO LEARN."

Joe's face pales slightly at my title. He has heard of Joanna and Danny's case. He quietly briefs his family on what little he knows. Mother and son, held captive for three weeks...released unharmed with little idea why they were imprisoned. Joe turns slightly red as he mentions, "There were suggestions...suspicions that he was attempting to get them to have sex."

Both Joe and Anita glance at their daughter who seems stunned by that revelation. Both of them gaze appreciatively at her young, lithe body. The bulge in Joe's shorts swell noticeably. Anita licks her lips instinctively as if considering what Molly might taste like, but shakes her head.

"You...fucking creep! You want us to screw our daughter!" Anita flips her middle finger up at the ceiling. I can't help but grin. I like Anita's style. She's feisty.

"YOU ARE HERE TO LEARN ABOUT YOURSELVES AND EACH OTHER. ONLY YOU DETERMINE THE PATH YOU FOLLOW." Anita responds with a profanity laced rant that would make a sailor blush. I remain silent, enjoying her tirade.

They talk, eat and sleep. Joe investigates the room, determined to find a way out. He is very competent, but there is no escape. Molly says little and stays either curled up on the bed or stands in a corner, her arms constantly folded over her breasts.

Early during their second day, Molly's efforts to remain modest get on Anita's nerves. "Molly, quit it!" she snaps. "You've got boobs...your Daddy knows it, just be natural and relax." Molly sniffles but finally lowers her hands, face blazing red. She is lovely with her firm, pert breasts, similar to her mother's only by the long, dime sized nipples both possess surrounded by large, puffy aureoles. 

By afternoon, all are more relaxed about their partial nudity. Joe and Molly have gotten used to the other taking more than a quick glance. All three are uncomfortable in their underwear...now having worn them roughly three days. All have discovered that the shower works and have availed themselves of it. 

Anita, dripping wet from the shower, begins to step into her soiled panties, then curses and throws them in a corner. She looks up at the ceiling and again flips me a bird. "Are you happy, Creep? Getting your rocks off now?" She rubs her cunt with her palm, splitting her labia apart. "This the show you wanted?"

"Mommy!" Molly's cry comes out as a scared sob. She stares amazed at her Mom's angry display.

"Jesus, Anita...just calm down," Joe says. He climbs off the bed and puts his arm around his wife. "Don't let him get to you." Joe turns and smiles at his daughter. "We all just have to stay cool. We can't control this, so we might as well laugh about it." He kisses Anita's forehead and says, "Well, in Rome...do as the Romans do. He shucks off his shorts and throws them into the same corner as Anita's panties. His cock is at half mast...fully aroused, it must be several inches of hard flesh.

"Omigod, Daddy!" Molly blushes and covers her eyes. She can't disguise the fact her nipples have gone hard at the sight of her Daddy's penis.

Anita and Joe laugh, embarrassed themselves. "C'mon, honey," says Anita. We're all in this together. Your panties are as icky as mine. You've got nothing to be ashamed of. Strip!"

Molly turns beet red, but obeys her mother's command and steps out of her soiled panties. Her hands go self consciously to her almost bald pussy. Joe and Anita cross the room and hug their daughter. The hug last for several seconds and then Joe's cock, already at half mast begins to grow and rise, rubbing alongside Molly's thigh as it becomes fully erect. Molly starts and backs up. She stares down at her father's huge erection, amazed and scared at the same time.

"Um...I –I'm going to take a shower," Molly stammers and abruptly moves away from her parents. She stays turned away as they move towards the bed. Anita and Joe watch her take her shower.

On the bed, Anita glances down at her husband's stiff pole and then looks up at his face. Joe is watching Molly intently as she showers, her eyes closed as she soaps up her nubile body. Anita teasingly runs a finger along the length of Joe's hard cock. "Pervert...getting a stiff dick over your naked daughter."

Joe grins at his wife. "Yeah, tell me she isn't making your twat wet, Anita."

Anita shrugs. "Yeah...well, I'm horny. You haven't fucked me for two days and I'm so fucking hot I could scream."

Joe nods. "Yeah, baby...me too. I want you so bad...it's not just Molly's sweet body that has me hard. I'm ready to fuck you right in front of her."

Anita kisses him...a long French kiss. "I say we wait until Molly falls asleep.

"We're noisy fuckers...think we can stay quiet and not wake her up?"

"We can try. I'm so horny, I'm almost to the point where I don't care if she watches...hell, she can cheer us along." She grins naughtily at him.

"What about the Creep?"

Anita wraps her hand around her husband's cock. "I need this sooo much. I don't care if he watches either. He can get his rocks off if that's what makes him happy. I just want my hubby to make me cum!"

The rest of the day is filled with sexual tension. Joe's cock is constantly rising as every glimpse of Molly's sleek, shapely body arouses him anew. Anita too is turned on by her naked daughter. She keeps finding reasons to touch Molly. Molly is nervous and aroused by all the tension. All three finally lay down and it takes Molly a long time to drift off to sleep.

Her soft snores alert Anita and Joe and they quietly slip out of bed. They kiss and hug. Joe pins Anita to a wall and begins showering her body with kisses, his lips fluttering along her long, pointy nipples as he massages and toys with her breasts. Anita moans lowly as her husband squats and kisses her pussy, her tuft of pubic hair tickling his nose as he uses his tongue to open her cunt lips, then spreading her labia lips wide with his fingers, Joe buries his face in his wife's juicy twat.

"Fuck me, Joe," Anita whispers. "C'mon baby, fuck me with that big dick." Joe trails kisses back up her body and moves between her widespread legs. Anita takes her husband's cock in hand and guides it towards her cunt lips as Joe squats slightly to get into position. Joe is kissing and biting her neck and Anita glances over at the bed. Molly is awake and watching them. For a long second, mother and daughter watch each other.

Anita moans then as Joe's cock slips between her wet cunt lips. She smiles at her daughter, her eyes shiny with lust as her husband's cock drives deep into her hot, slippery pussy. She leans against the wall for support, raising her shapely right leg up and wrapping it around her husband's lower back, her heel digging into his butt cheek.

Still smiling at her daughter, a moan escapes Anita's lips as her husband thrusts even deeper into her wet pussy. I detect naughtiness in her smile as she watches her daughter watching her get fucked. "Ohhhh, Daddy!" Anita moans. "Fuck meee, Daddy! Fuck your little girlllll!"

Joe moans in surprise and in arousal. Anita raises her left leg and wraps it around Joe's body...her ankles now crossed in the small of his back. Joe's arm muscles bulge as he cups Anita's tight ass cheeks and thrusts upward with his cock.

Molly's eyes grow large as she watches her father fuck her mother while her mother continue the hot, nasty talk, all the time smiling at Molly. Anita's long, pointy nipples scrape against her husband's chest.

"Mmmm...yesss. Daddy likes fucking meee! Daddy's cock is sooo biggg...it just keeps getting bigger! Daddy likes sticking his big dick in his daughter's pussyyy! Keep fucking meee, Daddy!"

Anita's voice gets louder as Joe moves faster. Anita sobs as her husband pounds his cock deep inside her pussy, but even as she begins to orgasm, she never lets her gaze wander from her daughter.

"Auuuggg...I love you, Dadddyyy! Fuck meee harder, Dadddyyyy! Make your little girl cummm!" Joe gives out a muffled bellow and drives his cock hard and deep into Anita one last time. His heavy testicles jerk up and down as he pumps his load up into his wife's womb.

"Cummmmingg, Daddy! Your little girl loves your...ohhh...creamy cummm, Daddddyyy!" Anita spasms, tightening her arms and legs around Joe's body as she orgasms. Exhausted, she winks at Molly and puts a finger to her lips. Molly smiles uncertainly and nods. As Joe begins to carry Anita back to bed, she rolls on her side away from them.

Joe eases Anita onto the bed, her groaning as his cock slips out of her grasping cunt. "Mmmm, baby...that was lovely," murmurs Anita as Joe gets into bed.

"I can't believe we didn't wake Molly up!" he replies.

Anita giggles. "Maybe we did. Maybe she watched us fuck and is just pretending to be asleep."

Joe groans. "Jeezus, Anita...you're so nasty sometimes."

Anita leans over and kisses him, her tongue slipping into his mouth. "It's what you love about me, Joe. I'm a nasty, slutty whore."

Joe yawns. "Damn right...and you're my nasty, slutty...yawn...whore." Joe falls silent and then begins to snore. 

Anita waits a few minutes and then whispers. "Molly, you still awake?"

Her daughter rolls over. In a tiny voice, she replies, "Yes, Mom."

"Are you okay, honey? We haven't scared you or anything?" As she talks, Anita turns on her side, facing her daughter. Her hand glides silently down towards her pussy.

"Molly replies, "No...I'm okay, Mom. It was...I don't know. I've never seen two people actually make love before."

"Well, Molly, I hope we haven't scared you off it. Making love is a wonderful thing. It's how we made you. It's natural...what men and women are meant to do." As she speaks, Anita swirls two fingers into her cunt and then when they're coated with pussy cream and semen, licks them off her fingers.

"Does it hurt, Mom?" Molly asks. "Daddy's thing looks so big!"

"Mmmm...sometimes it can hurt, but even then the pain is sweet and when its right...like it was tonight, it's incredible! Your father is a wonderful lover!" Anita scoops another two fingers worth of her husband's sperm and her own cunt sauce and slurps it down.

Molly realizes what her mother is doing. "Mommy! What are you eating?"

Anita laughs. "Um...well, actually, I'm eating your Daddy's sperm."

Molly wrinkles her nose. "Ewww...yuck!"

"Now sweetheart, someday you'll discover that the taste of your man's sperm is one of the sweetest things in the world. There's nothing wrong with it...whether you're sucking your man's cock or eat it after it's mixed in with your own pussy cream." To emphasize the point, Anita again slips her fingers into her cunt and swirl them about.

"That's gross, Mom."

Anita snickers. "Really? Now tell me the truth. You ever play with your pussy?"

"Mom!"

"Well...tell Momma the truth."

Molly blushes in the dim light. "Yes...yes I have."

Anita smiles and says, "Now...tell me you've never licked your juices off your own finger."

Molly ducks her head as Anita pokes her in the shoulder. "C'mon, tell me the truth, Molly."

Not able to look her mother in the face, Molly replies, "Yes, Momma. I do that sometimes."

"Does it taste good, sweetheart? Do you like it?" Anita uses a finger to tilt her daughter's chin up so they can look at each other eye to eye.

Molly nods. "Yeah...I like how my pu...pussy tastes, Mom."

Anita chuckles wickedly. "There you go. And a man's jism mixed in with your cunt cream will taste even sweeter. There's nothing nasty about it. There's nothing wrong with sex, baby, as long as whoever you're with is a willing partner."

Anita again slips her fingers into her well fucked cunt and brings out a large glob of semen mixed with her own juices. She brings it to her own lips, then pauses, eyeing her daughter. She smiles like a naughty child and says, "Molly, would you like to taste it? Would you like to taste your Daddy's sperm and my pussy cream?""

Molly's eyes go wide in surprise as do mine. Anita seems caught up in a desire to continue her naughty actions from earlier. "Go ahead, baby. You'll like it, I promise."

Molly seems stupefied for a second then giggles...still the embarrassed teenager. "Really, Mom?" Anita nods and almost brushes her cum covered fingers against her daughter's lips. Tentatively, Molly sticks her tongue out and barely licks at her mom's fingers. She smiles. Molly licks again, then draws her mother's fingers into her mouth and sucks them clean. "Mom! That...wow, I like it!" A little blob of semen is smeared at the corner of her mouth.

Anita replies, "I told you so, sweetheart! Oops! You missed a bit." Anita leans in and licks cum off her daughter's mouth, then teasingly runs her tongue over Molly's lips. Molly starts, but doesn't pull back. Anita gently kisses her daughter and whispers, "I love you, baby." She runs her hand through Molly's hair and says, "I guess my little girl is growing up. We better get some sleep. Lord knows what tomorrow will bring."

What it brings is a lot of tension. Anita and Joe are flirty, kissing and grabbing at each other. Molly tries to pretend she didn't watch the night before, but she continually blushes every time she looks at her father and his semi-hard cock. Joe picks up on her nervousness as well to Anita's obvious amusement.

"What?" he says, standing with hands on hips, staring at his wife and daughter lying on the bed. The erotic sight of his naked family makes his penis rise to the occasion. "What's going on?"

Anita smirks, even as she reaches out to squeeze Molly's hand. "Well, honey, I guess we were louder last night than we realized. We had an audience."

Joe stares at them for a moment, then laughs. "Oh...is that all? Sorry Molly, your mother and father are a couple of noisy fuckers."

Molly, her face bright red, decides to imitate her mother's brassiness. She reminds me so much of her mother as she glibly responds, "Please, Daddy. You can't live in our house all these years and not know that you and Mom are...noisy fuckers!"

Her mom and dad burst out laughing and then give their daughter a big hug. Joe climbs onto the bed and all three begin talking about last night's lovemaking.

"So, baby. Mom and I didn't shock you?" asks Joe.

"No, Daddy. But..." Molly's voice trails off.

"But what, honey?" asks Anita.

"Um...while you guys were, uh, doing it...what was all the weird talk about?"

"Weird talk, Molly?" says Anita.

Molly blushes even more than before. "You know...um, fuck me Daddy. Fuck your little girl, Daddy." What's up with that?"

Anita and Joe look at each other and blush a little. Anita replies, "Well, sometimes it's fun to have a little slutty, nasty talk going on. It helps us play out fantasies that get us extra excited."

"Fantasies, Mom? What kind of fantasies?" Molly's face is serious and eager to understand.

Anita looks at Joe and he shrugs and says, "Go ahead, babe. We always planned to tell her when the time is right."

Molly looks confused. "Tell me what?"

Anita blushes and hesitates...as if afraid of her daughter's reaction. "Um...well, Molly, the truth is, all the Daddy talk turns me on because...well, because your Grandpa Dan was my first lover. My Daddy took my cherry."




The I-Room Ch. 02



Molly's eyes widen. "Grandpa? You mean Grandpa fu-fucked you!" She shivers and her nipples swell, into long, hard points.

Anita's nipples also swell as she continues. "Yep, Daddy let me crawl into his bed when I was about your age. Until I married your daddy, he was my number one lover!" Anita grins evilly. And before you ask, yes, your Grandpa still likes to fuck me today. Your Daddy doesn't mind."

"And that's why your mother likes to sometimes fantasize about him," Joe says. He reaches over and pats her on the thigh. "You never forget your first lover." His daughter shivers and her small, pert breasts heave heavily. A sexual flush spreads across her upper chest.

"Okayyy...and Mom and Grandpa fucking and Mom moaning 'Fuck me, Daddy,' does that turn you on too, Daddy?"

Joe grins and shrugs and replies, "Well, a little bit, yeah. I love how slutty your Mom can be, but that's not my fantasy."

"It sure isn't," giggles Anita. "When your Daddy is feeding me his big dick and I'm crying out, 'Please, Daddy, fuck me Daddy, fuck your little girl,' your Daddy has his own fantasy going on."

Molly looks at her father, puzzled. "Who are you fanta..." Realization dawns on her face. "Oh!" she says quietly. "Ohhhh...OHHHH!" Molly looks at her father, him smiling at her as only a father can, his cock now huge and swollen, slapping up against his stomach. For the first time, she sees her father looking at her not just as a father, but as a man...a sexually aroused man. "OHHH!" She jumps up, hands fluttering nervously. "Um, I...I'm going to...Daddy...I'm going to take a shower!"

Molly flees into the shower, pointedly facing away from her parents. Anita smiles at Joe and says, "Well, the cat's out of the bag now. I think we almost made her cum! She stretches out like a big, sexy cat. "Telling her about Daddy and me damn near made me cum. She eyes Joe's hard penis and spreads her legs wide. "Looks like you need to cum too!"

Joe raises an eyebrow in mild surprise. "Right now, babe?"

Anita moves to kiss her husband, her tongue pressing hungrily into his mouth. They kiss passionately and Anita pulls her husband on top of her. As the kiss ends and she thrusts herself up at her husband, she says, "It's time. We've waited long enough and it'll be Molly's choice. I don't care about where we're at or that fucking creep. I want you and we both want our baby...if she's willing. Fuck me, Joe...let's show our little girl how wonderful love can be!"

By the time Molly emerges from the shower, her mother and father are deep in the throes of passion. I am amazed. Her parents seem now willing to throw caution and restraint to the wind, allowing themselves to feast on their passion. Slowly, Molly approaches the bed, eyes wide with awe of her parents' boisterous lovemaking.

Joe has Anita's legs draped over his shoulders as he deeply thrusts his cock into his wife's pussy. Both are sweating. Anita is screaming, "Fuck me with that elephant dick! Fuck me, Daddy. Make your baby cum...fuck me...fuck your little girl hard, Daddy!" 

Molly comes to the edge of the bed and her mother and father smile at her as they fuck. Anita reaches out a hand. Molly takes it and allows herself to be pulled onto the bed, resting on her knees. Her nipples swell even more as she allows her eyes to roam over her mother's and father's bodies. Her gaze is drawn again and again to her mother's cunt...labia spread wide, gleaming wetly as her daddy's cock is buried again and again in Anita's wetness.

"Itssss okay....mmmm, fuck me, Daddy! Okay, Molly...Mommy and Daddyyy...oh yesss, fuck me Daddy with that big cock! Mommy and Daddy love you!" Anita squeezes her daughter's hand and cries out, "Cummminggg, Daddy! Your Daddy cock is making meee cummm!"

Anita goes into orgasm...her body shaking, her legs stiffening, spreading wider and sliding off Joe's shoulders. Joe grunts, "Watch out...mmmm...Molly!" Expertly, her rolls Anita and himself over, making his wife groan as they land, driving his cock even deeper in her steamy cunt. His hands grip his wife's ass cheeks and he moves her up and down on his stiff rod until her orgasm recedes.

Regaining control of her herself, Anita is the virtual embodiment of a carnal whore. Her body arches and stretches, her lips curling into a sneer as she grinds her pussy down, burying her husband's cock deeper in her aroused pussy. She shivers with delight, her heavy breasts shaking...her nipples swollen and throbbing with excitement. "God I love this dick!" she moans as she begins to ride him.

Anita glances over at her daughter. "Your daddy has a fine cock!," she purrs. "It's big and thick, baby girl." She moans and squeezes her breasts. "Mmmm...yes, it's a good Daddy cock...this big Daddy dick made you. Don't you think it's beautiful, Molly? Doesn't Daddy have a mmmaahhh fine pussy fucking cock?" Anita asks Molly.

Molly glances up at her father, tries to smile and then hesitantly nods. She is excited and scared.

Anita slowly pistons herself up and down, letting her daughter see Joe's cock, glistening with her juices, go in and out of her pussy. "Joe...Daddy Joe, I believe your daughter is turned on by your big, hard, cock!"

Joe laughs. "I think she's turned on by both of us...she's eyeing your tits and pussy too. Molly, do you think Mom's sexy?" Molly looks away, her face beet red, then turns back and nods again. She is breathing heavy, nipples extended and swollen, her hands flutter about her sparsely haired pussy. Her virginal labia lips have flowered and spread, exposing her moist, pink cunt. Her juices are flowing and her thighs glisten with her arousal.

Anita licks her lips and purrs, "Molly. I know you're horny. You can play with yourself. Mommy and Daddy don't mind." Molly looks at her father who winks and nods his head. He reaches out and takes her hand as Anita had done earlier. He squeezes it in encouragement. I am agog with amazement. My research had shown potential for this family, but it is as if a dammed river has exploded out of control. Never in my most fervent hopes did I foresee this!

As Anita continues to fuck up and down Joe's erect pole, moaning, "Fuck me, Daddy...make your little girl cum again," Molly slowly slips her free hand between her thighs and begins to rub her tender, moist flesh.

"Ohhh, baby," coos Anita. "That's sexy! Mmmm, you're making Daddy's dick grow inside me!" Anita leans forward a little, her tits dancing and bouncing. "You're even making Mommy wetter!" she whispers to her daughter.

Molly whimpers, "Ohhh, Mommy!!" as she looks longingly into Anita's eyes and then downward where her father's cock is disappearing inside her mother's pussy. Molly slides a finger over and around her now exposed clitoris.

"Mommy's sexy, huh, baby?" murmurs Joe. "Do you want to kiss Mommy?" he asks. Molly moans and nods. "Do it...do it for Daddy. Give Mommy a big kiss for Daddy!"

Molly rises up, still on her knees, still holding her father's hand and with her free hand fingering her tight twat. She leans into Anita, their breasts and nipples mashing together. Her lips press against her mother's. Her mother opens her mouth and slips her tongue into her daughter's mouth. Molly moans in surprise and then moans again as she offers her own tongue, instinctively moving into a passionate soul kiss.

For several sweet seconds, I watch with amazement this incestuous scene. Joe drives deep into Anita's pussy, thrusting ever upward, making his wife moan into their daughter's mouth as their tongues twirl and dance. Molly's fingers work feverishly between her legs, rubbing her little, erect clit. Little whimpers of pleasure rise, smothered and faint, from her lips as she squeezes her father's hand.

Joe gazes lovingly at his wife and daughter locked in a sapphic kiss and groans, "Ohhh baby! Daddy's cumming!" He drives his hips upward, spearing his thick dick deep into his wife's womb and growls as he empties his balls of a heavy load of semen. His testicles jerk up and down as he pumps jism into Anita's pussy!

Anita's eyes go wide as she is filled with her husband's hot sperm and she moans against Molly's lips as she wraps her arms around her daughter's now sweaty body, finger cupping her daughter's taut ass cheeks. Anita explodes into orgasm as Joe continues to pump his seed into her pussy. She screams, breaking the kiss, "Fuckkk! Cumminngg! Yess, Daddy, cummm in my pussy! Make me pregnant, Daddy! Make me cum!"

Being a participant in her parents' lovemaking compounded by the sensation of her mother's naked body and her dad's eyes roaming over her own naked and sweaty body, sends Molly over the edge as she plays with her clit and rubs her cunt lips. She sobs, "Mommy-Daddy! I'm cummminggg!"

For several seconds, all three are writhing in the sweet torment of orgasm, before all three collapse, Molly lying next to her father while Anita collapses on top of her husband.

"Goddamn, Joe," Anita sighs. "You must have dumped a gallon of spunk in my pussy!" She kisses him and then trails a hand over to Molly's thigh. "Mmmm, baby, that was something out of this world. Are you okay?"

Molly gasps for breath, her chest heaving. "Y-yes, Momma. That was...wonderful!"

Joe groans, "I love your pussy, Anita. God...you're still milking my dick!"

Anita giggles as Molly, still has the wherewithal to ask, "You're doing what to Daddy, Mom?"

"I'm milking his cock...using my pussy muscles to squeeze every last sweet drop of sperm out of your Daddy's cock!"

Joe looks so happy and so worn out. "Mom feels so sweet...like a (yawn), a steaming hot, wet, velvet glove...so hot and juicy!" He yawns again and within a few seconds is snoring.

"Yep, I wore your Daddy out again!" giggles Anita. She raises her hips and moans happily as her husband's cock slowly slips out, a big, half erect pole of sperm and cunt cream covered cock meat. Anita falls over to the left of Joe, leaving him between mother and daughter. She looks at her daughter who is eyeing Joe's thick, cum covered cock. Anita smiles and takes her husbands penis in one hand. "Time for a snack, huh, Molly?"

Anita leans over and takes a lick of her man's penis...a streamer of jism running from her tongue and splattering against her chin and neck. "Mmmm. Remember what I said last night?" She smacks her lips. "Nothing tastes better than cum and pussy cream all stirred up together!"

Molly looks confused and interested. Anita takes another lick and waggles Joe's cock at their daughter. "Would you like to try it, baby?"

"Mom! I can't...can't lick Daddy's thing!"

Anita sticks out her tongue. "Well, you don't have to if you don't want to. But Mom knows her daughter's been admiring her Daddy's thick ol' dick. And you know it tastes good...remember?" Warm and sticky...Mommy's pussy cream and Daddy's sweet semen. You want to, don't you? You want to lick your Daddy's cock?"

Molly bites her lower lip (the eighteen year old has a sexy overbite). She glances at her sleeping father, then at her smiling, naked mother. Molly leans over, her hard nipples dragging along Joe's stomach. "That's my big girl," coos Anita as Molly sticks out her tongue and runs it up the shaft of her father's cock, licking it like it's an ice cream cone. Anita leans in and kisses her daughter on the lips, spearing her tongue into Molly's mouth to steal a little tasty semen.

"Mommy, It...it's sooo good!" Molly giggles.

"Lets clean Daddy up together, Molly!" says Anita. Mother and daughter both begin licking Joe's cock, their tongues twirling around the crown, dancing and dueling as the lick the last creamy bits of cum off his cock. As they finish, both mother and daughter rise to their knees, locked in a passionate kiss.

Anita's hands roam busily over her daughter's body. As the kiss ends, she whispers, "Does my little girl really like the taste of Mommy's and Daddy's cum?"

Breathless, Molly moans, "Yesss...oh Mom, that feels good," as Anita starts to nibble on her neck. Carefully, Anita pulls Molly across Joe's body and then lays back, easing her daughter down on top of her. Anita's full heavy breasts flattening out around her daughter's smaller tits. She kisses Molly again as her hands squeeze the eighteen year olds butt.

"You can have some more of Daddy's cum and my pussy cream, Molly. It's hot and juicy and it's all yours if you want it." Murmurs Anita as she spreads her legs.

Molly sobs with desire and looks down between their bodies. She licks her lips hungrily. Shivering with excitement, she slides down her mother's body partway...kissing her mother's breasts, lips closing around Anita's long, dime sized nipples and sucking on them gently. Molly slides lower until she can see and smell the rich, musky fragrance of Anita's semen filled cunt. Anita's moist, mostly shaved pussy is wide open, pink, wet flesh frosted and oozing semen.

Looking upwards and her mother, Molly says, "Mom, is this wrong? I want to lick your...um, pussy. Am I bad for wanting that?" Her voice quivers with desire.

"Molly, darling, Anita replies softly. "I'll tell you what my Daddy said the first time he climbed between my legs. 'Honey, if you love each other and you want it, go ahead. If it feels wrong, stop or tell me to stop.' Molly, do you want to eat Momma's pussy?"

"Yes, Mom. I do!"

Anita reaches down and strokes her daughter's hair. "Then Momma's pussy is all yours!"

Molly makes her mother moan as she eagerly presses her mouth to Anita's cunt and runs her tongue up and down her mom's sloppy pussy. Hungrily, greedily, Molly laps and slurps up the thick, creamy mixture of cunt juice and semen. At one point, she raises her face from her mother's slit, her cheeks shiny and wet and dripping with cum, grinning from ear to ear. "I love you, Mom," she sighs before diving into her mother's muff again.

As she licks Anita's sweet, pink cunt, she begins to take note of what appears to be pleasurable to her mom. "Ohhh, baby! Mommy loves how her little girl eats pussy!" Anita gasps as her daughter runs her tongue over her tender vaginal flesh. Molly laughs when Anita squeals with delight as her probing tongue rolls over her turgid clitoris, repeating the motion again and again until Anita sobs, "Ohhh, Molly! Making Mommy cum!"

Anita drenches Molly's face with pussy cream, bucking her pelvis against her daughter's face. When she is able, she sits up and pulls Molly to her, kissing her wet, cunt soaked face. "I love you, baby! Mommy loves her little girl so much!" moans Anita as she kisses and fondles her daughter, her hands cupping Molly's tits, rubbing and teasing her long, erect nipples.

Mother's and daughter's faces are flushed...their eyes bright with desire. "Mommy wants to taste her baby's naked pussy!" Anita groans, pushing her child down on the bed. Anita dives between Molly's legs, straddling her in the sixty-nine position. Even as Anita's fingers spread her daughter's tender wet twat so she can lick Molly's lovely pussy, Molly instinctively rises up and resumes eating her mother's cunt!

Anita's expert tongue quickly has Molly gasping and moaning. Molly cries out, "Mommy! That...ohhh ahhhh, Mommmyyy. It feels sooo gooood!"

Anita rolls them over, bringing her daughter on top. Between sobs of joy, Molly is furiously lapping her mother's cunt, bringing her closer to another orgasm. Joe wakes up and smiles as he watches his wife and daughter eat each other's pussies in a passionate, incestuous sixty-nine.

Joe eases up behind Molly's twitching ass, massaging her tight butt cheeks and leans in. He and his wife kiss and then, faces close, both tongue their daughter's juicy pussy. Molly moans as her newly discovered pleasure is doubled, but I don't think she's yet aware that her Daddy is now licking her cunt. Joe rises up slightly and spreads his daughter's ass cheeks and runs his tongue over his little girl's pearl of an asshole! Joe swirls his tongue around the edges of her little hole and then as Molly jerks up, squealing as orgasmic shocks rush through her, her father spears his tongue into her virgin ass!

"Ohhh!" Molly moans as she raises up from her mother's cunt, pussy juices dripping from her face. She turns her head and sobs, "Daddddyy!" as she sees her father's face pressed against her butt. Molly explodes with the first major orgasm of her life...waves of pleasure exploding within her as her father tongues her asshole and her mother laps her wet pussy.

Molly collapses and her mother and father scramble around, sharing their daughter's exquisite tastes with gentle, passionate kisses. Joe slips his face between his little girl's thighs and begins eating Molly's wet pussy while Anita, her face slick with her daughter's juices, kisses her before working her way down Molly's slender body, stopping to suck on her daughter's nipples, before finally joining Joe in tonguing their child's pussy once again. Anita slides down further to find Joe's penis swollen and stiff again. Sloppily she sucks him, making his shaft wet and slippery.

Molly is riding a wave of orgasmic energy and lust. "I love you, Daddy!" she moans, her hands on his head, pressing his face against her almost bald mound while he slurps up her heavily flowing cunt cream.

"Is Daddy's girl ready?" gasps Anita. "Is Molly ready for her first Daddy fucking?" Anita slithers up the bed to cuddle with her daughter, stroking her daughter's sweaty, aroused body.

Molly's eyes are wide with excitement. "Yesss! Please, Daddy...fuck me...fuck your daughter! Please, Daddy...I want to feel your big thing inside me!"

"Oh, baby girl, yes!" moans Joe as he rises up and moves up his daughter's lithe body. He eases himself on top of her, kissing her passionately, sharing her own cunt juices with her, smearing her face with her own wet desire. Molly's almost bare labia is spread wide, glistening...the lips kissing the length of her father's hard penis as it rests lengthwise between the folds of her pussy. Molly hunches her pelvis instinctively, a woman-child offering herself for mating. The moment I expected to take so much longer is upon us all.

Anita kisses her daughter, then her husband. All three share a look of desire. "Ready, Molly? Ready for your Daddy to fuck you...really make you a woman?" Anita purrs. Molly's mom is incredibly aroused. She shivers with excitement as she reaches between her husband and daughter and as Joe raises his hips, she places his erect, throbbing cock between her daughter's cunt lips. "My little girl is so wet. It won't hurt much, sweetheart and Daddy's cock will feel so good."

"THE MOMENT OF TRUTH IS AT HAND," I say, making them all jump.

Anita glances upward. "This is what you wanted, isn't it, Creep? Leave us alone."

"WHAT I WANT IS FOR YOU TO DISCOVER THE TRUTH ABOUT YOURSELVES...TO FIND YOUR TRUE PATH. YOU HAVE REACHED THE MOMENT OF TRUTH."

"Meaning what?" Joe growls.

"MEANING THIS IS WHEN YOU MUST FACE YOUR DESTINY AND MAKE A CHOICE. WHAT IS YOUR DESIRE?" They all jump a little when I flick a switch and the door to the I Room swings open. "YOU ARE FREE TO LEAVE. IS LEAVING MORE IMPORTANT OR IS MAKING INCESTUOUS LOVE TO YOUR DAUGHTER MORE IMPORTANT?"

Joe and Anita look at each other. Anita grins evilly, but it is Molly who makes the decision. "Fuck me, Daddy!" she sobs, throwing her hips upward, her cunt swallowing her father's cock head. "Love me, fuck me, Daddy!" she cries.

Anita smiles and nods. "Fuck your daughter, Daddy Joe! Show her how wonderful incest can be."

"I love you both so much," Joe sighs and he thrusts his cock into his daughter's virgin pussy. Molly makes a small noise of a moan as she breathes in sharply...her moan getting higher and louder as Joe's thick cock drives deep into her pussy, her moan becoming a loud exhalation of pain and lust as her father rips apart her hymen as with a steady thrust, he buries his cock all the way inside his daughter's tight, loving cunt.




The I-Room Ch. 02



"Daaaaaaaddddddddyyyyyyy! Ohhitthurrrtttssssooofulllsooobiigggdaddddyyy!"

Anita smothers her daughter's face with kisses, kissing away her tears even as tears of joy stream down her own face. "Daddy loves you...Mommy loves you, Molly." Anita's hands busily and lovingly caress Molly's firm, perky breasts.

"Ohhhh sooo biggg, Mommmmyy!" Molly sobs. "Daddy isss sooo big!" Molly writhes on the bed, pinned down by her father's cock...her body overwhelmed with sensations, not knowing what to do.

Anita scoots around and taking her daughter's ankles, raises them and crosses them behind Joe's backside.

"Oooohhh, Mommy! Daddy big bigggerrrr," babbles Molly as her mother's actions send her to a new plateau of pain and pleasure as her father's cock finds a little more room.

"Fuck her, Joe. Fuck your daughter nice and easy," whispers Anita. "Show her how beautiful your dick can make her feel." Slowly, Joe begins to move, gingerly easing his cock halfway out of Molly's tight pussy, then ever so gently, thrusting his thick meat back inside.

As Molly squirms and moans, Joe showers her with kisses, whispering, "My baby has such a perfect pussy...just perfect for her daddy's cock. Damn, Molly, your little daughter pussy is sooo wet and hot! Your tight pussy is made for Daddy's cock! I love you, Molly. I love you, my baby girl."

Joe establishes a steady rhythm, pumping his swollen penis in and out of Molly's cunt. She writhes and sobs, but even amidst the cries of pain, there is now an undercurrent of pleasure. Gradually, her body begins to respond to her father's cock, trying to thrust upward to meet Joe's downward thrusts. Her wetness increases...her arousal evident from the strong aroma of her violated pussy. Molly wraps her arms around Joe's neck and her legs tighten their grip. She kisses her father passionately as his coarse chest hairs brush her erect nipples, making them swell even more.

"Fu-fuck-fuck meee, Daddy," Molly moans. "Puh-please, fuck meee with that big thing!" Their steady pace quickens. Joe groans as Anita joins the fun, spreading her husband's ass cheeks and rims his asshole with her tongue.

"Cummmm, Daddy! I-I'm cummmminggg!" cries Molly. Her voice rises to a scream as the first cock induced orgasm of her life turns her into a fiery ball of incestuous lust! "Cummingg...oh god, Daddyy! I love you, Daddddyyyy!'

"I love you, Molly! Daddy loves you!" roars Joe and he thrusts deeply into his daughter's pussy. Molly screams with soul shaking pleasure as her father's hot semen scalds her womb. Joe groans as Molly's twat tightens around his penis, his daughter instinctively milking him for all his seed.

Long minutes pass as they recover from their mutual orgasms, both father and daughter gasping for breath. Anita isn't ready to quit. "Honey, roll over, put Molly on top!" she hisses. "Molly, don't let go of Daddy's cock. Squeeze it, sugar."

Molly moans as her daddy, cock still buried deep in her pussy, picks her up and rolls over, leaving his naked daughter sprawled on top of him. Her legs dangle wide, showing Joe's slowly softening cock still wormed in her young cunt.

"Mommy's turn!" chortles Anita and she dives between her husband's and daughter's legs. Her tongue flutters across their joined genitalia, slurping up the oozing semen, pussy juices and virginal blood from Molly's freshly fucked pussy. Daughter and Husband moan happily as Anita teases Joe's cock and Molly's twat with her long, nasty tongue.

Molly suddenly sobs, "I...I can feel Daddy getting big again! Daddy's thing is growing! Indeed, Anita's attentions have spurred Joe's penis to full erection again.

I watch in fascination as Molly, almost in continuous orgasmic stupor, rocks on her daddy's stiff rod while her mother tongues their co-joined cock and cunt until both Joe and his daughter cry out in orgasm. Molly convulses helplessly as her body is swept by orgasm only to literally cum again when finally Joe lefts her up and off his cock, her pussy clasping...attempting to cling on to his penis...it slithering free with a wet, meaty plop.

Almost unconscious, Molly lies spread-eagled on the bed, moaning ecstatically as Anita buries her tongue her in her daughter's pussy, lapping up the massive amounts of Joe's semen mixed in with Molly's pussy juices. Molly does somehow summon the energy to suck Joe's cock clean, her sighs and gasps muffled as she sucks her father's dick like a pacifier. Gradually, Joe shifts his position and buries his face in Anita's sopping wet muff. I watch, fascinated, at the incestuous glory of a mother-father-daughter daisy chain.

Finally, all three fall asleep, a tangle of flesh, contented and sweaty, whispering, "I love you," to each other.

The next morning, I find them again making incestuous love. Joe is ramming his hard, erect penis into Anita's asshole while his wife furiously eats their daughter's tender but wet pussy. I hate to interrupt, but...

"GOOD MORNING."

All three stop. "Good morning, Creep. Have you gotten what you wanted?" snaps Anita.

"I HAVE BEEN PRIVELEGED TO WITNESS LOVE IN ITS PUREST FORM. BUT HAVE YOU ACHIEVED WHAT YOU WANTED?"

Joe is slowly worming his cock in and out of his wife's backdoor even as he speaks, "We always hoped to bring Molly into our circle...our way of loving...if she wanted this."

"YES...I IMAGINE I HAVE SIMPLY ACCELERATED THE PROCESS. HOW DO YOU FEEL, MOLLY?"

The eighteen year old girl smiled shyly. "I'm...I've dreamed for a long time being with Daddy and mmmoohh, Mom." Molly smiles down at her mother who is naughtily teasing her clitoris. "I've always wanted to know what it is that made Mom and Daddy make those noises in the night. I love fucking...I love fucking Mommy and Daddy." She stretches like a big cat, thrusting her pussy into her Mother's hungry mouth. "I'm glad you brought us here. You may be a weirdo, but thank you."

"YOU'RE WELCOME, MOLLY. PLEASE, DON'T LET ME INTERRUPT ANYMORE. CONSIDER THE NEXT FEW DAYS AS A HONEYMOON."

And words fail to describe the primal, incestuous eroticism of the next seven days as Joe and Anita teach their daughter the ways of lovemaking. Can words truly describe the expression of sheer delight on Molly's face the first time she gives her father a long, languorous blowjob only to be rewarded with a facial shower of thick streamers of hot semen.

Only a Raphael or Michelangelo could truly portray the fierce expression of incestuous lust on Anita's face as she squats between her husband and daughter, Joe burying his huge erection up her asshole while Molly fist fucks her, her daughter's hand buried in her twat up to the wrist.

And then it is over. The family wakes up in their own home, snuggling in Joe's and Anita's bedroom. Before calling the authorities, they spend one last evening of making furious, passionate love in a vain attempt to sate their incestuous appetites before the media storm begins. The media acts as it always does, obsessing with the story until the next sensational event occurs. My three guests act as my previous guests have, offering details of imprisonment, but not expanding on the new path the family has begun to travel. The media expounds on the nature of "The Creep," bringing in psychiatrists and criminal experts to create profiles on who and what I am. Again, the same FBI agent voices suspicions of a sexual nature, but Joe's police colleagues will again shout him down in indignation.

After a few weeks, the media moves on and the family gets back to their lives. Things have changed. Anita and Joe still have an open marriage, but both are more centered on home and Molly. All three share one bed now and their passion for each other is enormous. As time passes, they are finding themselves more attracted to each other...a sexual trinity of incestuous love that sustains their appetites and feeds their spirits more than any lusty romps any had experienced prior to their visit to the I-Room


Two months after their visit with me, I send my attorney to visit them. He reveals his role as a representative of "The Creep" and gives them a savings account deposit book in their name with a balance of a half a million dollars. He also discusses my island community somewhere near Tahiti and on my behalf offers Joe a job as our island's police chief and Anita a job as a school teacher. He explains our philosophy...our religion of family love. They barely have time to smile at each other and get a happy grin from Molly before they say yes.

Two months later, I am happy to greet them as they arrive. I am given the rare privilege to touch Molly's rounded belly...the belly of a young woman who is four months pregnant with the son that she and her parents have made together. Her loveliness is matched only by that of her mother. Anita too is pregnant and glows with the beauty that only motherhood bestows.

Some would argue that the very nature of Joe and Anita draw questions as to the validity of the I-Room. For my part, I deem the I-Room a success again and I look forward to its next occupants.



The I-Room Ch. 03



As always, the usual disclaimers. This is a work of fiction and all characters within are ficitonal and any resemblence to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Characters of this story exist only withing the confines of my imagination. Your feedback helps...please let me know what you think. Enjoy!

Prologue:

And so the debate continues as to what and who I am. Many consider me a madman, a debauched villain or a new form of evil. Mayhap I am, although I embrace the fact that all great innovators have shouldered such criticism. I prefer the term pathfinder or counselor, seeking out truth and guiding those in need to it...to allow them to grasp their true destiny and become the people they were meant to be.

Picture if you will the simple place of enlightenment. A room of minimal possessions...twelve feet by twelve feet, the only furnishings a queen sized bed, a common wooden chair and a small refrigerator. On one side is a locked steel door. On another is a small shower/toilet alcove. Here we will place the blind, to discover their own path to the light that is the truth of their souls. I call it the I-Room.

The Third: Jacob and Megan

They are so quiet in slumber, so peaceful. In a few minutes they will wake, to find themselves in the absolutely escape proof confines of the I-Room and trapped with each other. Father and daughter, Jacob and Megan.

Jacob is a white male, some forty-nine years old. In outstanding shape for a man his age...well muscled, at five foot, ten inches tall and 175 pounds, his middle age spread hold off by long, arduous hours of exercise. He is handsome in a stern sort of manner. He sports an old fashioned crew cut, a style still favored by members of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, an agency to which he belongs. As a Special Investigator for the FBI, he has been involved in the investigations of the "kidnappings" of my previous visitors and has come closer to guessing the truth than anyone else, although he has been routinely ignored by those who chose to forget the obvious. He attracted my interest and subsequent investigation revealed his qualifications for being a candidate for the I-Room. He has been divorced from Megan's mother for fifteen years. He has never remarried.

Lying next to Jacob is his daughter, Megan. She is twenty years old and aside from hazel colored eyes, looks nothing like her father although indications reveal they have the same hard charging attitude in life. She is a lovely, young woman. Long, dark brown hair frames the face of an angel...an angel with full luscious lips. Her body is curvaceous and pleasing to the eye, her skin is olive toned, reflecting her mother's Greek ancestry. She stands five foot ten and weighs maybe 160 lbs. Her trim figure is accentuated by firm and ripe 36C breasts and a taut heart shaped ass. Her waist is slim and her legs are long and slender. She is in a word, breathtaking.

Both father and daughter are clad only in underclothes. Jacob wears boxer shorts and Megan wears a matching set of thong panties and bra. They make a striking couple and I look forward to their stay with me.

Jacob stirs first. He opens his eyes, adjusting to the currently dim lights in the room. He realizes he is not at home. He sits up slowly, assessing the situation, his eyes widening as he realizes it is his daughter lying next to him. He swings his legs off the bed, moving gingerly as his intelligent eyes take it the room. He stares at the chair next to the bed, and then notes the refrigerator. Standing, he walks carefully over and peers into the shower alcove. Jacob walks the perimeter of the room, stopping at the steel door. He notes the absence of a door handle, but runs his fingers along the seam of the doorway. He nods to himself...a grim look on his face and in a low voice says, "Damn it."

He returns to the bed and sitting next to his daughter, he stares at her with concern, worry and love...and perhaps something more. Finally, in a gentle manner that belies his gruff appearance, Jacob shakes his daughter's shoulder. "Megan? Megan, honey, wake up."

His daughter stirs, rolling over still half asleep. Jacob shakes her shoulder again and more loudly says, "Wake up, Megan. We've got trouble."

"Nooo, Daddy...wanna sleep," sighs Megan. Then her eyes snap wide open as she realizes she is with her father. "Dad? What are you doing in my..." She takes in the I-Room, then looks at her father. "Where the hell am I?"

Jacob shakes his head. "I don't know for sure...but I have an idea. Stay calm, Megan."

"Stay calm! I wake up in a," she takes a look around. "A fuckin' dungeon or something and you say stay calm?" She scoots off the bed and stomps around the room...stopping at the steel door and looking for a handle or knob.

"Yes, Megan. Listen to me for once. I think we're being held prisoner by a very disturbed person."

I know my cue when I hear it. "GOOD MORNING, SPECIAL AGENT. GOOD MORNING, MEGAN. WELCOME TO YOUR HOME FOR THE NEXT LITTLE WHILE."

Jacob tries to spot the speaker my voice is coming from. "You're the Creep, aren't you?" Megan's eyes go wide and her lovely face pales at my sobriquet that earlier visitors bestowed upon me and that the media has embraced.

"VERY ASTUTE, JACOB. OF COURSE I WOULD EXPECT NOTHING LESS FROM SUCH AN ACOMPLISHED INVESTIGATOR."

Megan edges closer to her father, fear etched on her face. "The Creep? Dad, what's he going to do with us?"

Jacob's jaw visibly tightens and he trembles with anger and frustration. "I don't know, Megan. Just stay..." He starts to say the word calm, but recalling her earlier reaction to his adage, stops. 

"PLEASE, DO NOT BE AFRAID, MEGAN. NEITHER YOU OR YOUR FATHER HAVE ANYTHING TO FEAR FROM ME. YOU ARE SIMPLY MY GUESTS FOR A SHORT TIME."

"But why? Are you like the news says? You just get your rocks off making us be nude together," Her moods according to my investigation indicate she is mercurial and she demonstrates this most capably...going from anger to fear to anger again.

"YOU ARE HERE TO LEARN, MEGAN. TO LEARN ABOUT YOURSELF AND YOUR FATHER AND TO LEARN WHO YOU ARE TO EACH OTHER."

"To learn about my Dad?" Megan's voice is full of disbelief. "What's to know? My father's a jerk! I hate him!"

Jacob flushes and strides across the room. "Megan, control yourself. We have to stick together...we don't know what this...Creep will do." He reaches out to take Megan by the arm, but the young woman flings his extended hand away and stalks off to the opposite corner.

Jacob watches her intently as she strides away, her thong exposing her naked butt cheeks as she swings her taut ass haughtily. For several seconds, Megan's father is almost mesmerized by his daughter's mostly naked body. Megan turns abruptly and sees him staring at her. Jacob's blushing face turns a darker red and he spins around.

Looking up at the ceiling, he says, "Surely you realize you've taken this too far? The bureau will use every resource available looking for me...they will find us."

"I DON'T THINK SO, JACOB. I FEEL VERY SECURE THAT YOU AND MEGAN SHALL HAVE ALL THE TIME NECESSARY TO SEEK OUT THE TRUTH TOGETHER. NEVERTHELESS, FEEL FREE TO GATHER ALL THE CLUES YOU CAN. BUT, YOUR TIME CAN AND I HOPE WILL BE BETTER SPENT." I confess I am feeling abundantly confident.

Jacob asks me a few more questions, but I kill the microphone, feeling that continued conversation between us at this time will be counterproductive to what needs to take place between Jacob and his daughter.

Jacob finally gives up with questioning dead air. He prowls around the room, pointedly ignoring Megan as he seeks answers to questions that have no answers.

He stops and finally sits on the bed, glancing over to the corner where Megan leans against the wall, not realizing how sexually provocative she looks...her long, toned legs on fine display while her crossed arms are accidentally pushing her breasts upwards, causing the firm, heavy globes of flesh to almost overflow her low cut bra.

Jacob sighs heavily. "How have you been, Megan?"

"What do you care? I'm at school. I cash your checks every month. I don't call and remind you that you've got a daughter you parked in boarding school since she was fourteen."

Jacob's face reddens with anger. "That's not what I've done, Megan. It was the best solution given the demands of my job...what the agency wants."

Megan snorts. "Oh yeah...your job! Your job didn't force you to dump me in that boarding school before I was fourteen. We had a lot of good years together after Mom left. Then boom, I'm getting dropped off at St. Caleb's School for unwanted kids!"

Jacob stands up and starts towards his daughter. "Now that's just not fair. My job...you needed stability and you got a damn good education when you weren't getting thrown out of schools."

"Oh yeah, Father! I got a great education and no family while you were off pretending to be Sherlock Holmes and chasing women." Fearless, Megan stands nose to nose with her father, both now yelling.

"That's not true!" Jacob replies, glaring down at his daughter and sneaking peaks of her cleavage as well. Megan stands on tip toe, bouncing up and down as she argues, not realizing she is making her pert breasts bounce enticingly. Angry as Jacob is, his boxer shorts began to tent slightly. He suddenly feels his penis hardening and pressing against the cotton material. His face reddens further and he spins away from his daughter.

"This is so useless, Megan. We have to be a team and cooperate if we're going to get out of this situation." Jacob sits down on the bed, dropping his hands in his lap and tries not to look at his barely clad daughter. Megan barely contains an interested smirk as she eyes her father's obvious erection.

It is an old argument between these two. Megan was five years old when her mother and Jacob's wife left them, obtaining a Reno divorce and never attempting contact again. Jacob did a fine job raising Megan, balancing home life and work like an artist until Megan turned fourteen. As Megan neared her first year of high school, Jacob abruptly and without warning enrolled her at a boarding school nearly five hundred miles from their home in Maryland.

Needless to say, Megan did not take it well. She turned from a studious young woman into the school rebel. She was expelled from her first boarding school at age sixteen, following a string a dangerous pranks and a scandal involving an older male teacher. By the time she graduated from High School, she had been expelled from two other schools, both times for sexual scandals involving middle-aged, male teachers. My research also indicates that in the two colleges she has attended in the last three years, she has had affairs with five male professors, all over the age of forty-five, one event leading to a divorce.

On the other hand, Jacob has, despite Megan's charges to the contrary, been almost celibate, devoting his life to his career. His primary outlet for sex, are a few very discrete call services that cater to political and government agencies that he apparently only frequents when the pressure is too much.

For the rest of the day, father and daughter studiously ignore each other, although both take sneaking peeks of the other. As I dim the lights for the evening time, they both gravitate towards the bed. Jacob hugs the right edge of the bed as they settle down for the night. Megan slides towards the center, rolling onto her side and facing her father. In the dim light, she appears to be studying her father's rather muscular body as he seems to ignore her, staring up at the ceiling. 

"Goodnight, Megan," Jacob whispers in a low, uncertain voice...maybe afraid that speaking will start another argument.

"Goodnight, Dad," she whispers back. A few minutes pass quietly. Finally, Megan reaches out with one hand and closes it around her father's hand. He starts slightly, not expecting it, but takes her hand. Silence continues until Megan's eyes finally close and she begins to softly snore.

Then and only then, does Jacob turn and stare at his daughter. There is a father's love in his eyes, but much more. His eyes roam hungrily over his daughter's lithe body...staring at her with the hunger of a starving man. He catches himself several times reaching out with his hand to caress her. Jacob mutters, "Damn it," under his breath and turns away from her...his free hand moving down against his again tented shorts and rubs his cotton covered erection with regret before he finally falls asleep.

The next morning, Jacob awakes early, the habits ingrained from many years of rising early every morning. He explores the shower alcove, emptying his bladder and then, glancing continuously back at his daughter, takes a quick shower. Finished, he stands and lets himself air dry while staring hungrily at Megan...his cock hardening again, until he begins to stroke himself, halting only as Megan sighs and begins to stir. Hastily and with some distaste, Jacob dons his old shorts. When Megan awakes a few minutes later, she finds her father vigorously doing pushups.

He studiously ignores her as she wanders to the alcove and sitting on the toilet, pees without shame, staring at her father's muscular form. She smirks as she wipes herself and then drops her thong panties to the floor. "Good morning, Dad!" she murmurs as she removes her bra. 

Not glancing up, Jacob grunts, "Good morning, honey." Megan frowns as he doesn't look up and she turns and turns on the shower. I am interested in Jacob's self control now. He tenses up as he hears the water running. A minute passes, then two. Jacob's resolve doesn't crumble until well into the third minute of his daughter's shower. 

Jacob glances up, his eyes widening as he gets his first glimpse of Megan's naked, adult body. Soap suds cling to her nubile form, emphasizing her body, rather than concealing it. He stares at her high, proud breasts, nipples hard, standing out like erasers on the tips of pencils. He eyes travel downward, over her flat stomach and further south to discover her dainty pubic hair, shaved to a small rectangle above her vagina...labia lips fat and at this moment, slightly parted and glistening from the soapy water. 

Megan's father raises his eyes upward and gasps as he sees Megan looking back at him, a slight smile on her face, her hazel colored eyes offering a hint of possibilities. He is aware that his cock is suddenly fully erect and he turns away, sitting up with his back to his daughter and with some difficulty, begins to do sit-ups. Megan frowns at his sudden movement, but the frown quickly morphs into a naughty smile.

Jacob is still doing sit-ups when he hears the water shut off. Silence fills the room for long seconds until interrupted by Megan's voice. "To hell with this thing!" she says and Jacob pauses in his workout when Megan's bra flies over his head to hit the wall, followed quickly by her thong panties.

He stares at them like they are holy artifacts and after long seconds says, "Um...Megan, what are you doing? Put your, um...clothes back on!"

From behind him, he hears his daughter reply, "Like hell I will. You want to wear the same bra for more than a day, be my guest. Same goes for my thong...two days that thing has been up my ass...I am so over that!"

Jacob climbs to his feet and slowly turns. His daughter stands naked before him, running her fingers through her long, dark hair, trying to clear it of tangles. Jacob stares at his daughter and snaps, "Goddammit, girl. Get some clothes on! We can't go naked here!"

Megan rolls her eyes in derision. She steps forward towards her father and cups her breasts, squeezing them as she approaches. "Hello! They're just breasts, Dad! You know...boobs, knockers, titties? Everybody has 'em! Just tits, Daddy...no big deal!"


Jacob takes a step backwards for every step she takes toward him. Megan releases her breasts, one hand sliding downwards and between her legs, fingers slightly parting her already blooming vaginal lips. And it's just a vagina, Father! You know...pussy, twat, cunt! No big deal...I'm sure you've seen your share of pussies, huh Dad?"

"For Christ's sake, Megan, control yourself. Put your clothes back on!" Jacob stammers, absolutely flustered.

"Being naked is no big deal, Dad!" Megan fires back. "And it's sure better than walking around in nasty underwear. Besides, if the news guys are right...and us getting naked is what gets this Creep off, then maybe the sooner we get naked, the sooner we can get the fuck out of here!"

Megan turns around and returns to running her fingers through her hair, leaving her father to stare at his daughter's taut, shapely ass cheeks. He almost groans when Megan suddenly bends over, letting her hair fall over in front of her face as she works to get the tangles out. In doing so, she exposes her pussy, her labia parted to reveal wet, tender cunt flesh.

Jacob unconsciously rubs the front of his bulging shorts, seeking relief no doubt, from the powerful ache I'm sure he is feeling. He turns away, facing the opposite wall and says, "You...I mean we can't do this, Megan. Put your clothes back on." All he gets from his daughter is a snort of derision.

He walks over and picks up Megan's panties and bra. He stares intently at his child's soiled thong panties and for a moment his nostrils are flaring so much that I almost expect him to bury his nose in them and inhale her scent. Instead, he turns and stalks up alongside his daughter, his eyes roaming over her still bent over form, and he says as he holds out her underwear, "I'm your father, now do what I say!"

Megan straightens up and steps closer until her hard nipples are almost brushing her father's bare chest. "Read my lips, Daddy," she snarls with disdain. "NO!" She steps away from him, walking along the walls of the room. "I'm naked until I get some clean clothes, so deal with it, Dad! Stare if you want to...look away if you want. I don't care!"

She ignores him while he stands there for several minutes with her wadded up underwear in his hands and then with an evil grin, says. "I don't care if you go naked or not, but those shorts are starting to get rank too!"

The rest of the morning is spent in an uncomfortable silence. Jacob tries to ignore his naked daughter, but time and time again, he finds himself staring at Megan's beautiful body. Megan doesn't make it easier, not attempting any kind of modesty...she sits or lies down as she feels appropriate...legs often spread carelessly, showing off the moist, pink treasure between her thighs.

Shortly after lunch, Jacob takes his daughter's underwear into the alcove and washes them out as she watches with amusement. He wrings them out and brings them back into the room and hangs them over the chair to dry. Megan is stretched out on the bed, looking radiant in all her delicious glory. Jacob's eyes roam over her body. Megan looks at her wet undies, laughs and says, "I don't think so!"

Jacob's daughter eyes the almost constant bulge in her father's pant. "I think you need to get out of those shorts, Dad. They smell and it looks like things are anxious to bust loose anyway!" She reddens at her slightly risqué remark and grins up at her father.

Jacob's eyes widen at her remark and he starts to raise his hand as if to slap her, then he checks himself. "I can't believe you've become such a slut. I'm ashamed of you."

Megan laughs and gives him her middle finger. "How would you know, Father dear? You've ignored me for the last six years. How the fuck would you know what I am?" Her voice is an attempt at lightheartedness but is thick with bitterness.

They descend back into silence...a silence that lasts long into the evening. Jacob makes of point of ignoring his daughter, but taking every opportune moment to peek at her nude body. Megan says not a word, but will stare at her father daringly every single time she catches him looking at her. Not until long after I've dimmed their lights does the silence break.




The I-Room Ch. 03



Both father and daughter are lying prone on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Jacob works himself up to speak, the tension evident in his clenched jaw. "I'm sorry I called you a slut, Megan." After a long silence, he continues. "Goodnight, Megan. I-I love you." He reaches out a hand to his daughter.

With a soft sigh, Megan whispers back, "I know, Daddy. Good night." She lets her arm drop from her body and she takes her father's hand for a moment, letting her fingers slip over his as if she was wiping them off. She rolls over away from her father, who is running his fingers over the wetness he suddenly feels on them. He brings his hand to his nose and sniffs. His nostrils flare widely even as his semi-erect penis stirs. He glances over at Megan and then hesitantly licks his fingers. Jacob groans and his cock stands at full mast, jutting out against his soiled shorts. He had no clue that in the almost darkness, his daughter has been fingering her pussy in a slow and lazy fashion. 

Several minutes pass. Jacob's erection does not waver in the slightest. He can't seem to stop bringing his fingers to his nose. Finally, he eases off the bed and walks quickly into the alcove. His fingers are a blur as he stands over the toilet masturbating quietly but furiously. It doesn't take long and he explodes; his huge wad of cum splattering noisily into the commode bowl. He bites his lower lip and tries to remain silent. On shaky legs he returns to bed, turning away from his daughter's naked form.

He doesn't see his daughter, still awake, an evil smile on her lips.

The next morning, Jacob awakes first again. He gets up and relieves himself. He stops at the entrance to the shower alcove and stares at his daughter, sprawled on the bed. His cock hardens again and he turns and turns on the shower, shucking his shorts. I admire his restraint as he resists more than a few strokes of his aroused, swollen organ. He ends the shower and is about to pull on his dirty shorts when he glances into the room. 

Megan is awake and sitting up, her arms wrapped around her pulled up knees, intentionally or accidentally exposing her almost bald pussy. She shakes her head in disgust, saying, "You should just let it go, Dad. Those things are almost stiff enough to stand up by themselves."

Jacob finishes pulling them up, grimacing as he does. "And you should cover up. Your things should be dry by now."

Megan rolls over and pulls her underwear from the chair. She fondles them and sniffs them and then drops them to the floor. "They're still damp and they smell funky. Ain't no way I'm going to wear them." She rolls back over, raising one knee up, offering her father a splendid view of her vagina. "And your shorts look pretty damn nasty, Dad. Take them off. We're both grown-ups now...it's no big deal being naked. You don't have anything I've not seen before."

Jacob stands there for a moment and then sighs. He is a man who doesn't like to concede defeat, but three days in those shorts have rendered them very unpleasant. In an abrupt motion, he shucks them off again and in disgust, kicks them into a corner.

It is Megan's turn to widen her eyes. Jacob's cock is fully erect, pointing straight out from him towards her. As he feels her eyes upon him, his long, thick penis jerks to an even more upright position, almost slapping him in the stomach. 

Megan climbs from the bed and strolls by her father on her way to the shower. She smiles as she reaches out and brushes his arm with her fingers. "Okay, Dad. I admit I was wrong. I haven't seen anything quite that big before." She giggles and rushes off to the shower. She takes a long, sensual shower, taking her time to soap up her body, caressing herself until her spying father looks ready to explode. Megan struts around wet and naked when her shower is over as she again uses her fingers to get the tangles out of her hair.

As her father ogles her body, she loudly complains about the lack of a hair brush. Getting a painful strand of hair cleared, she looked up at the ceiling, "The least you could have done, Creep, is left me a fucking hairbrush!"

I key my microphone and reply, "NOTED, MEGAN. I'LL SEE WHAT I CAN DO." Megan jumps, startled at my voice. Even confined, a day or two without my voice and it is so easy to forget I am there.

"You scared the crap out of me!" she growls. She looks around at the ceiling...searching for a camera. "Are you happy, Creep?" she asks. "We're naked! Are you getting a good look or do you need a better peek?" As she did when she confronted her father the previous day, she manhandles her breasts, lifting them upwards as if offering them to me. I'd be lying if I said my mouth wasn't watering at the thought of sucking her lovely, uprights mounds of flesh.

Before I can reply, her father rushes across the room and grabs her by the arm. "Stop it! We don't know what we're dealing with! We don't know what will set him off!"

Megan angrily jerks away from Jacob. "Back off, Daddy! You do what you think is best, I'll do what I want!" She bounces away from him and leaps into the bed. "Hey, Creep! How about this? Is this what you want?" Rolling onto her back, Megan extends herself into a spread-eagled position, her labia lips parting. I think she's terrified, angry, and turned on all at the same time. "How's that for a beaver shot, huh? Is this what you were hoping for?"

"YOU'RE VERY LOVELY, MEGAN," I reply. "BUT, I DO NOT REQUIRE ANYTHING OF YOU, BUT TO BE MY GUEST FOR A SHORT WHILE." I cut the mike off and resume my observation of father and daughter.

Jacob is furious. He towers over his naked daughter, shaking a finger at her like he scolding a naughty child. "That was so stupid, Megan!" he says. "We haven't a clue about who or what this guy is. We don't know what might set him off. We know he's released two families, but for all we know, he's kidnapped and murdered dozens of others." 

Jacob's words seem to be reaching his daughter, but in his ire, he goes too far and says, "So straighten your act up, Megan. Quit walking around acting like some street whore and act like the young lady I raised you up to be!"

Megan erupts in furious rage. "You didn't raise me up to be anything, Father! You dumped me off to be raised by housemothers and nuns, Father! I'll be and do anything I want! If I want to be 'ladylike,' I will. If I want to be a fucking slut, I will!" Megan glares up at her father, her face bright red with anger...and something more. "If I want to fuck the Creep, I will! If I want to fuck myself in front of you, Father, I will!" 

As she says those words, Megan thrusts three fingers between her already blossoming cunt lips, ramming her fingers deep in her moist hole. Megan's face contorts with the pain of the forceful thrust and from the pleasure of it as well. Through clenched teeth, she gasps, "A-And, Father, dear, there's ahhhh, nothing you can do about itttahhh, unlessss you want to ahhhh, j-jack offfff!"

With astonishing fury, Megan begins to thrust her fingers in and out of her pussy in a blur of motion. Her other hand slides upward to her left breast and she teases her hard, pebble like nipples. All the tension of the past few days seems to be focused on her fingers plunging in and out of her wet, slick pussy. There is anger on her face...and lust...and need.

Jacob stands there for long seconds, his mouth gaping open in astonishment as his daughter writhes and twists on the bed as she finger fucks her wet snatch. His body trembles with desire and indecision. His mouth moves wordlessly until finally he manages to rasp out, "Megan...stop. This is awful. It's wrong...insane."

Megan is bucking upwards with her hips. "There's ahhhh nothing bad going onnn, Daddddyyy!" she pants. "If...if there's something wrong about mmmm, pleasuring myself...ahhhhhmmm, why is your dick hard, Daddy?"

Jacob is startled as he realizes that again his cock is so stiff it is slapping at his stomach. He spins away, staggering against the nearest wall. He rests his head against the cool concrete and tries to close his eyes, but he can't...unable to resist the urge to turn and look at his masturbating daughter time and again.

Megan's pleasure grows, building, urged on by her anger. She adds a fourth finger, almost fist fucking herself. Sweat pours off her naked body, making her fair skin glisten. Her moans give way to sobs of joy. Jacob cannot stop staring and his right hand wraps around his swollen cock and begins to stroke.

Tears run down Megan's face as she watches her father masturbating as he watches her pleasure herself. "Do I make aaaagoddd, make you hard, Daddyyy!" Her four fingers have her labia split wide...showing the juices that are absolutely pouring from her wet twat. Her fingers are thickly coated with her cunt cream.

I hold my breath as both approach climax. Jacob is now crying as well, his hand working in a blur up and down his shaft while Megan struggles for breath, taunting and urging her father on!

"Do you...yesssss! Do you likeee watching meee ohhhhh Dadddyyyy! Am I making youuu cummm?" she gasps in a ragged, lust ridden voice.

Jacob sobs and then begins ejaculating, his seed splashing against the wall. He struggles to continue standing as his knees begin to buckle. His eyes never leave his daughter.

The sight of her father ejaculating sends Megan over the edge and she shrilly screams, "DADDDDYYYY!" and goes into orgasm, her body going into helpless spasms as she buries her fingers inside her wet pussy, pressing them deep into her womb. Her body is wracked with waves of ecstasy for long minutes, before she collapses in a sweaty heap. Father and daughter stare at each other, both gasping for breath, both taking deep draughts of the air laden with the mixed, heady scent of their desires. 

I wonder if this is the moment. Their gasps for air fade, giving way to the most strained silence the I-Room has ever experienced. Jacob wipes tears off his face...expressions of shame and desire warring for control of his face. His eyes bulge with hints of madness and I fear for the success of this particular experiment. He staggers over to the chair next to the bed, takes it and turns it towards the wall and sits down.

Megan curls up on her side, watching him, her facial expressions a mix of ire and need. I wait for one to say something to the other, but neither speaks. The silence lengthens...seconds growing into minutes growing into hours. Megan watches her father intently for some sign...anger, love, lust, I'm not sure. Jacob rarely glances her way, although when he does glance over, intense longing seems to be the overriding emotion on his face. Lunch passes and both eat in silence...they take supper in a quiet that is almost deafening in its intensity. 

Megan spends the early evening hours roaming along the walls of the room, looking like a lioness on the prowl. She seems to shine with carnal need. I can almost smell the scent of her aroused cunt. A sexual flush seems to cover her entire body. Her nipples are hard to the point of throbbing. Jacob huddles in his chair, exerting as much self control as a man with a raging erection can.

When I finally dim the lights, Jacob slumps to the bed and collapses...his hard-on waving in the air as he stares up at the ceiling. A few minutes pass and Megan climbs up onto the bed, edging close to her father, lying on her side and staring at him. Long minutes will pass before Megan whispers, "I love you, Dad." She reaches out a hand and rests it on her father's chest.

Jacob sighs at the touch of his daughter's hand. "I love you, too," he mutters back in a voice thick with emotion. He doesn't move though. I really expect something to happen, but although both remain awake a very long time, neither one speaks or makes a move. I wait until both are sound asleep and then add something to the air mix to ensure several restful hours of slumber. I then enter the I-Room and leave a little gift.

The next morning begins as the others have begun. Jacob is up first. He quickly notices the item I've left. He picks it up, studies it, shakes his head and returns it to where he left it. He showers and walks around, letting the air dry his naked body, ogling his daughter's beautiful form.

Megan awakes to her father looking at her, his cock standing up at attention in tribute to her loveliness. Her face is a mixture of emotions as yesterday's events are remembered. Anger, Love, Embarrassment, Lust. Almost self consciously, she slides by her father, saying, "Good Morning," in a quiet voice as she passes him...his erect cock almost brushing her thigh.

Jacob tries to smile and in a hoarse voice replies, "Good morning, honey." He watches her hungrily as she sits and pees and then showers. He sighs unhappily like a man who knows what he wants, but doesn't know how to get it.

Megan is aware of her father openly staring at her and her eyes are drawn again and again to his long, thick penis which actually grows a bit more as she lathers up her body. She spends a good deal of time soaping and washing her vagina, labia already blooming to reveal the tender, pink flesh beneath, running her fingers over and through her already aroused pussy.

She emerges from her shower engaged in the now daily ritual of trying to use her fingers to comb out the tangles in her long, black hair. Jacob clears his throat and says, "Um...the Creep left you a present, I think." He reaches over and picks the hairbrush off the wooden chair and offers it to his daughter.

Megan squeals happily and her smile is so sweet and engaging, one could easily fall in love with her. "I can't believe it. He actually gave me a brush!" She spins and bounces around, joyfully, a beautiful sight that makes my slight effort worth the time spent a hundredfold. Megan looks up at the ceiling and shouts, "Thank you, Creep!"

I key my mike and reply, "YOU'RE WELCOME, DEAR." I click the microphone off, choosing not to engage them now. Despite my little gift, the tension in the room is incredibly thick. I suspect that today things will happen.

Megan happily begins to brush out her hair while her father watches her with a slight smile. Soon enough, she encounters some serious resistance, as in just a few short days, she has developed some nasty snarls in her hair.

Jacob watches her struggle with the tangles for a few minutes and then says in a low voice. "I could help you with that, Megan."

His daughter turns and looks at him, her expression one of surprise and skepticism giving way to a pleased, almost shy smile. "I'd like that, Dad," she says in a quiet, almost childlike voice...the first really peaceful words she has spoken to her father since they first awoke here.

She takes a seat in the wooden chair and her father takes the brush and standing behind her, begins to brush the tangles out of her hair. There are several sharp tugs and a few winces and whimpers from Megan before the tangles are gone. Jacob continues to brush her hair as it dries from her shower. Both seem at peace for the first time, although the sexual tension is still thick within the room. Although both father and daughter are calm, they both appear aroused. 

Megan's nipples are hard, pebbly things and her legs are slightly parted, revealing her blossoming cunt lips, her pink meat glistening with sexual excitement. Jacob's penis is rock hard and is slipping between the wide slats of the chair back to poke his daughter in the back, although Megan shows no outward sign of the contact.

As Jacob works, Megan's hair regains its glossy sheen. "This is nice," purrs Megan.

"Yes, it is," murmurs her father in reply as he strokes her hair again and again.

"I used to love it when you brushed my hair after my bath when I was younger," says Megan. "That was my favorite times."

"Mine too, sweetheart," says Jacob his voice full of love and regret.

"I remember that last night on Martha's Vineyard; we were staying at that beach house on vacation when I was fourteen. The weather had been so wonderful...we'd played on the beach all day long and you took me sailing, Dad. Remember that?"

Jacob smiles and nods his head. "I remember, Megan."

"That last night, we sat on the deck and watched that storm off shore...lightning flashing on the horizon. I'd taken a shower and we were sitting in that big deck chair and you brushed my hair for what seemed like hours. That was the most perfect moment of my life," said Megan in a small voice. 

"I was so happy and in love with you, Daddy. I knew you loved me...I could feel it just like I can feel it now." Megan's voice begins to rise...suddenly I can hear the anger building up.

Abruptly she stands up and swings around on her father. "And two fucking weeks later, you dumped me in that fucking boarding school!" She shakes a fist at her father, who backs up abruptly. "Why? Why did you abandon me like that? What made you stop loving me?"

Jacob's face is etched with misery as he stammers. "I never stopped loving you. I, uh, I did what was best...you needed better looking after because of uh, demands of work!"

"BULLSHIT, DADDY!" screams Megan. "I loved you! I was in love with you! You were my everything...my life! And you fucking abandoned me!" She rushes her father and begins to pummel his chest with her fists.

Jacob is appalled by the onslaught. He reaches out and grabs her by the wrists. "No, Megan, don't!" he begs. "I love you. I've always loved you. I didn't abandon you. It was for your own good!"

Tears flow down Megan's face as she says, "How could leaving me be for my own good! I loved you...I thought you loved me and you went away...even in summer, you kept me in boarding schools and camps! Why?" She screams her question into her father's face. "WHY?"

Shame flows across Jacob's face as he mutters, "Because...because I loved you too much. I was afraid of what I might...might do to you!"

Shock widens Megan's eyes. "Do? Do to me? What do you...?" Realization flows into Megan's face. She breaks loose one hand and grabs hold of her father's enormous erect penis. "You were afraid of fucking me with this thing?"

His face bright red with embarrassment, Jacob nods silently."

This does not mollify Megan. "Fine...that explains things when I was young, but..." Her voice trails off and she squeezes her father's cock till he moans and she is again nose to nose with him. "What about once I turned eighteen? YOU KNEW I LOVED YOU...EVERY GUY I EVER FUCKED I WAS PRETENDING IT WAS YOU!" She is sobbing now.

"I loved you so much...if you loved me, why didn't you come to me and deal with how you felt...how I felt!" Megan releases her tight grip on her father's cock, easing to a gentle stroke. Suddenly she leans forward and kisses her father roughly, her tongue running over his lips and forcing its way into his mouth. 

Jacob grunts and tries to back away, running into the wall. "Megan, stop...we ...we can't do this."

Megan pursues like an unstoppable force. "Tell me you don't want it," she says. Megan again kisses her father, thrusting her tongue hungrily into his mouth even as she slowly strokes his hard dick. Jacob groans and responds to the kiss, releasing her other arm even as he offers his daughter his tongue. They kiss passionately for a long minute.

Jacob breaks the kiss, gasping. "It's wrong, Megan. You're my daughter...you can't..."

Megan grins evilly at her father. "You want it," she hisses and suddenly drops to her knees. "You want your daughter to do this...you want your Megan to suck this cock, don't you, Daddy?" Megan takes her father's penis into her wide open mouth, sucking his cock with experienced ease. Up and down, her head bobs as she takes more and more of Jacob's cock, until her lips are brushing his pubic hairs. The whole time, Megan is looking up at her father with soulful hazel eyes that match his own.




The I-Room Ch. 03



With a loud smack of her lips, Megan releases her father's cock from her lips, a string of saliva and precum linking father and daughter, cock to lips. "You like it don't you, Daddy...you like your baby girl sucking your big cock!" There is anger in her voice, and sarcasm, and underneath it all, hopefulness. 

Jacob is speechless and he can only groan as he watches Megan return to his cock, sucking and licking with mad abandon...sucking him as if at any moment, this precious thing that she has longed for, for so many years, may yet be denied her. His cock becomes slick with his daughter's saliva, her eyes always looking upward, even as his fingers intertwine in her luxurious black hair, urging her to move even faster up and down his swelling cock!

Jacob cries out in sudden orgasmic pleasure and Megan makes gobbling sounds as she expertly drinks the hot, creamy semen of her father that suddenly explodes into her mouth. Despite her obvious and experienced talent, so much man cream is flooding into her, she can't swallow it fast enough and thick globes escape her luscious lips and oozes down her chin. Jacob's knees buckle and only by leaning against the wall does he manage to stay upright. He sobs with joy and love, "Oh my God, Megan! I love you! I've dreamed of you doing that!"

Megan is still working furiously and does her level best to not allow her father to grow flaccid. She sucks his cock, milking every last available drop of sperm even as she maintains his erection. Satisfied with his erection, she releases him and falls backwards, now in a horizontal position, propping herself up by her elbows. Megan grins at Jacob through cum smeared lips and sneers, "Is that all you ever dreamed of Daddy? Don't you want a little of this?" She relaxed onto her back and spreads her legs even as her hands spread wide her labia lips, revealing her sopping wet cunt flesh. Her inner thighs glisten from her freely flowing pussy juices. She thrusts her pelvis upwards, offering herself to her father. "Didn't you ever dream of fucking me, Daddy?"

Jacob's eyes widen and with a feral growl, he is upon his daughter's body, kissing her passionately as he climbs between her legs, cock hard and seeking shelter in Megan's hot, steamy cunt. 

They literally catch me off guard. I barely have time to key the microphone and speak before Jacob can thrust his cock into his daughter's vagina.

"THE MOMENT OF TRUTH IS AT HAND!" I announce as I release the magnetic lock on the door, allowing it to swing open. "YOU HAVE DISCOVERED THE BASIC TRUTH ABOUT YOURSELVES. YOU MAY PROCEED TO EXPLORE THIS NEW ASPECT OF YOUR LIVES OR YOU MAY CHOOSE TO LEAVE."

Megan gasps, thrusting her pelvis up in an effort to capture her father's cock with her clasping pussy. She looks over at the open door in shock and dismay. Jacob gazes at the door for long seconds, frozen immobile, his erect penis brushing the wet, tender edges of his daughter's labia.

Megan moans and whispers, "No, Daddy, please!" She flings her pelvis upwards, enveloping her father's swollen cockhead in her pussy. "Fuck meee, Daddy. I've waited for soooo long! Fuck me now, Daddy!"

At the sensation of Megan's hot, slippery cunt flesh, Jacob turns and looks down at her with lust glazed eyes. With a wordless snarl, he thrusts his cock into Megan's pussy, burying himself inside her to the root in one swift motion. He wiggles his hips and then begins to piston himself madly in and out of his daughter's cunt.

Megan screams in joy, pain, and delight, as Jacob pounds his cock into her pussy again and again. Her legs rise up and wrap around his back, heels digging into his taut ass cheeks, urging her father to sink his cock into her, more deeply and more quickly!

Father and daughter kiss passionately, tongues dueling, licking and biting at each other like lust maddened animals. Their incestuous lovemaking is virtually wordless at this point. Groans and cries of sexual abandonment fill the air.

I grin to myself as I realize both are oblivious to the fact that they are making fierce love on a cold, concrete floor with a polyurethane coating. What pain they might be feeling from that is overwhelmed by the fierce carnal dance they are performing.

Megan's fingernails tear down Jacob's back as he bites and tugs on her engorged nipples. Her fingernails dig in to his butt above her feet, urging him to fuck her harder. Their bodies are slick with fuck sweat and with Megan's juices which are literally pooling beneath her raised ass. With each stroke of her father's cock, a stream of cunt cream pours forth...his cock is coated with her juices. Megan leaves love bits all over her father's chest and neck, drawing blood several times. Like cats in heat, their lovemaking is intense, passionate and violent, building in intensity as they approach climax.

Tears are pouring down Megan's cheeks, so powerful is the incestuous pleasure coursing through her body. As she begins to writhe under her father's strong body, she manages to sob, "I...Love...You...Daddy!"

Jacob sobs helplessly, so swept up in the moment that he has dreaded and dreamed of for years. At his daughter's words, he can contain himself no more and with a shout of ecstatic triumph, thrusts deep into Megan's pussy, and begins to cum inside his daughter's womb! Megan's orgasm detonates as her father's seed bathes her insides and father and daughter clasp each other's sweaty bodies tightly as they ride their incestuous orgasm to completion.

As they return to Earth, Jacob, his cock still tightly clasped by Megan's pussy, rolls over, allowing his panting daughter to rest atop his heaving chest. Between gasps for air, father and daughter kiss, tenderly one moment, passionately the next. Megan's slender legs drape down on each side of her father, revealing a wet pussy, jammed with cockmeat and dripping semen. Her labia visibly tremble with the little orgasmic aftershocks that continue to ripple over her body.

Still teary-eyed, she whispers to her father, "I love you, Dad! I'm coming home. I'm leaving school and I'm coming home forever. I'm not going to spend another day without you, Dad." She squeezes his still stiff cock for emphasis as she kisses him and whispers, "I'm never letting go of you, Daddy!"

Jacob kisses her tear-streaked face, nodding in agreement. "I love you too, Megan. My sweet little darling, can you ever forgive me for all the lost years?" he sighs, barely in control of his emotions.

His daughter kisses him tenderly...all anger seemingly vanished. "Just keep making love to me, Dad. As long as I'm in your arms, everything is alright." Again she massages his cock with her cunt for emphasis.

Jacob growls again and sits up with Megan in his lap now. Carefully with his hands on her hips and her arms wrapped around his neck, he moves into a kneeling position and then with great caution he slowly rises to his feet, his daughter still impaled on his immense erection. Megan moans softly as he walks them to the bed, her legs now wrapped tight around his waist, her juices running heavily, leaving cum drops on the floor.

With the same care, Jacob eases himself and his daughter onto the bed, his cock never leaving her wet, tight pussy! With amazing tenderness, Jacob begins to fuck his daughter, slowly thrusting in and out of Megan's jism drenched cunt. Father and daughter make love slowly. What had been violent animal passion earlier is now pure love expressed between Megan and her father...love on every level, joining them body and soul. In awe and appreciation, I gaze upon the purity of incestuous love as Jacob and his child become one being, perfect in its erotic simplicity.

This bout of lovemaking between the newly joined father and daughter lasts and last...Jacob steadied by two previous orgasms lasts for a long time. Megan mewls and coos words of love to her father between orgasms. The room becomes humid and thick with their sweat and scents as father thrusts his cock into daughter's steamy wet pussy again and again, daughter thrusting her body upwards to meet father's thick meat slipping inside her hungry cunt.

As time passes, Jacob rolls himself and Megan over, placing her on top. His daughter grins lewdly as she moves her legs to a squat position and begins to piston herself up and down on her father's swollen penis. Sweat drips off her face, long, black hair swaying as she rides Jacob, her firm breasts jiggling enticingly. A last orgasm begins to grow inside of her and she sighs, "I love you, Daddy!" before becoming slack jawed, eyes glazed with incestuous joy as she begins to orgasm and orgasm and orgasm. The view of his daughter quivering with incestuous ecstasy while impaled on his massive cock is too much for Jacob and he thrusts upward one last time and begins to fill Megan's womb with his thick semen again. 

Time seems to stand still as daughter and father are locked together in orgasm. Finally, Megan collapses on top of her father. She whimpers as Jacob's penis finally succumbs to weariness and deflates and slips from Megan's semen packed cunt with a wet plop. Jacob kisses his daughter's tears away and both fall into a deep, restful sleep.

They awake several hours later in each other's arms. They both smile and kiss. I see no visible signs of shame or remorse. They cuddle for a long time before noticing the "honeymoon" gift of champagne, fruit, and cheese, I have left them.

As they examine my gift, I finally speak. "IF I MAY INTRUDE," I begin. "I WISH TO THANK YOU FOR THE PRIVELEGE OF SEEING THE TWO OF YOU MAKING LOVE. IT WAS INSPIRATIONAL TO SAY THE LEAST.

"You're welcome," replies Megan in a subdued voice.

Jacob stares up at the ceiling for a long time before responding. "Is this what you do? Bring family together so they'll commit incest? Is that what happened to the others?"

"I WILL DECLINE TO ANSWER THAT, JACOB. ALL VISITORS TO MY I-ROOM DESERVE DISCRETION. WHAT OCCURS IN THE I-ROOM STAYS IN THE I-ROOM.

Jacob cocks his eyebrow in curiosity. "But you brought us here hoping that we'd fuck...um, have sex?"

"I BROUGHT YOU HERE TO LEARN THE TRUTH ABOUT YOURSELVES. THAT IS MY ULTIMATE GOAL FOR ALL MY GUESTS. TO LEARN THE TRUTH ABOUT THEMSELVES...TO FULLFILL THEIR POTENTIAL. IN THE WORLD OUTSIDE, THERE ARE SO MANY BARRIERS THAT PREVENT US FROM SEEING THE TRUTH. THAT STOP US FROM PERCEIVING WHAT IS TRULY IMPORTANT. HERE, IN THIS ROOM, MY GUESTS CAN FACE WHAT IS REAL AND TRUTH AND ACT ON THE KNOWLEDGE GAINED.

"DO YOU, JACOB, REGRET WHAT HAS HAPPENED?"

Jacob blushes a little, but turns and puts his arm around his daughter's waist and kisses her on the lips. "No. My only regret is denying my feelings longer than I should have."

"AND MEGAN, ANY REGRETS?"

Megan shakes her head, smiling happily. "Only that you didn't bring us here earlier. All my wishes have come true." She says this even as she slips a hand down and begins to fondle her father's semi-erect penis.

"What happens now, Creep?" asks Jacob.

" FOR THE NEXT SEVERAL DAYS, YOU WILL CONTINUE TO BE MY GUESTS...TO CONTINUE EXPLORING THE NEW WORLD YOU HAVE ENTERED. CONSIDER IT A HONEYMOON, MY GIFT TO YOU. AFTERWARDS...AFTERWARDS IS UP TO YOU. YOU HAVE LEARNED THE ESSENTIAL TRUTH ABOUT YOURSELVES. WILL YOU REMAIN LOVERS?"

"Yes!" says Megan emphatically! "Now that I've had him, I'll never give my father up!"

Jacob grins and shrugs his shoulders. "I've learned I'm not going to win any arguments with her."

I laugh in agreement. I bid them good day and remain quiet, allowing them to resume their discoveries of each other. And discover each other they do. I observe as they treasure each little discovery of each other. Megan astonished at how accomplished her father is at cunnilingus, seeming to know exactly where and what to kiss and tongue, seeking and finding every special pleasure spot of her pussy, making her cum so powerfully, that she literally showers his face with her pussy juices.. Jacob ejaculating in disbelief at the marvelous control his daughter has over her cunt muscles. I am enraptured watching both discovering that they are each anal virgins and their efforts to explore that aspect of their sexuality.

Theirs is a splendid and entertaining relationship to watch. Daughter a liberal, Father a conservative...they argue about everything, but in the end, always making up with passionate, incestuous lovemaking.

A week passes in which Megan and Jacob hungrily feast on each other, becoming inebriated with newly discovered depths of incestuous love. Their last night they go to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, bodies slick with fuck sweat. They awake in bed in a good hotel near their home. They talk a long time, astonished that they are suddenly free. They talk about what they are about to face and how to deal with it. They end with a last, passionate bout of lovemaking.

The media storm explodes as Jacob alerts his superiors of his return. His position as an agent of the FBI makes the media frenzy more frantic than ever. But, (and I am pleased to hear it), both father and daughter parrot the same testimony as my previous guests have provided. No mention is made or even hinted of their newfound relationship. 

When questions of sexual activity are asked, Jacob relies on the discretion of the brotherhood of law enforcement to quash such speculations. Privately, the officials challenge Jacob on what happened, although he and his daughter stick to their specific stories. His role as an investigator in the previous episodes is speculated as a possible motive as to his "abduction" as well, leading authorities to place surveillance on the investigators as well.

As the media circus pulls up stakes and moves on to the next big story, Jacob quietly submits his resignation, ending a distinguished twenty-eight year career. He and his daughter move to Boston where he uses his reputation and contacts to begin a security consulting firm. Megan works as his personal assistant. At home, they are living as husband and wife. Each continues to surprise the other with their sexual skills.

Six months after their visit to the I-Room, I send my attorney to them to give them a deposit book for five hundred thousand dollars and an offer to live on my remote island, free from discrimination and ignorance. Much to my representative's surprise (and mine as well), Jacob refuses the money and the offer to come live with us. He flatly tells my attorney that while he appreciates that I have helped Megan and him to find a new life together, he finds the thought of taking money distasteful, perhaps even unethical. He also informs my representative that Megan and he are quite happy with their new lives and to thank me for that most valuable gift.

I am saddened that they haven't chosen to share their lives with my special community, but am happy knowing that they have taken the huge step to realize their full potential as each other's lover. I will always take care to watch Jacob and Megan. Their lives are worth taking note. In the time that has passed they have become closer...both as father and daughter and as lovers. So far, their union has borne only the fruit of their own happiness. But I know that more benefits will come. Megan has asked her father to give her a son.

Once again, I deem the I-Room to be a success. I will continue forward and anticipate the I-Room's next visitors.

The End for now...



The I-Room Ch. 04



I hope this comes as a pleasant surprise to fans of the I-Room, I sure was pleased to see this story, long incomplete, finally allow itself to be written. 

As always, I hope you will send me your comments, be they positive or negative - critiques are always welcome. Enjoy!

All the usual enjoinders - this is a work of fiction with all characters existing only within the confines of the story and my imagination.

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Prologue:

And still, the so called experts bandy opinions on what is my purpose, what are the dark, underlying motivations of my actions and when will my actions spiral out of control into deeds unspeakable. Their pontifications provide me amusement as I continue on my mission to bring truth to those who have had blinders placed upon them, to bring vision to those who cannot see. When the debating is done and all has been revealed, I hope to be remembered as nothing more than an instrument of illumination.

The torch of my illumination is a simple room twelve feet by twelve feet -- stark and almost empty, save for a queen size bed, a simple wooden chair and a small refrigerator. The room has but one exit, a steel door locked from the outside. Adjoining the room is a small alcove housing the barest of necessities -- a shower and a toilet. Here the blinders of peoples' lives are removed so that they may confront the truth about themselves -- so that they may live the lives they were meant to live.

The Fourth: Dennis, Lori, Teddy and Taylor

Never has the I-Room been so crowded, albeit peaceful. In a tumble of bodies, sleeping peacefully rests a family, about to be thrust into the glare of truth -- forced to confront the realities they have refused to acknowledge. A perfect nuclear family, Dennis and Lori -- husband and wife and their son and daughter, Teddy and Taylor 

Dennis is a white male in his late forties. He is in good health, not having had many bad habits and hence the bad health that strikes so many of his age. He is a minister of a conservative protestant church and he has spent his life protesting the decadent world about him. His hair, once black is now pepper gray, giving him a distinguished air.

Lori is slightly younger, having turned forty-two just this past year. She is a small petite woman with short, blonde hair and blue eyes. She works out and her body is trim and tight, her breasts little apples that still are firm and ripe. I suspect the hair between her legs is as blonde as the hair on her head. Lying on her stomach, I cannot help but admire her firm ass. Even in sleep, there is an air of disapproval about her, as if she has been raised to object to the actions of everyone around her. . 

Taylor is the oldest of the two children At twenty years of age, she is a tall, buxom young woman, her bright head of long, blonde hair and her blue eyes so much like her mother's, but there the resemblance ends. My research indicates she physically resembles Dennis's mother. At five foot, nine inches tall, she is slender with firm, prominent breasts that strain the 38DD bra she is currently wearing and her skin a pale, flawless ivory. Her long legs are muscular and shapely.

The younger of the two children , Teddy is a healthy eighteen year old male. He stands five foot, eleven and has his father's black hair. He is a bit stocky, muscular from years of lifting weights and playing on his high school wrestling team. Between his iron-muscled thighs, a considerable bulge is nestled in his jockey shorts. 

All are clad in only their underwear, mother and daughter in plain cotton panties and bras, the father in boxer shorts and the son as mentioned earlier, in white jockey underwear. They are a handsome family, brimming with health.

Teddy, the son stirs first, coming awake abruptly and rising up. He is quickly on his feet and checking out the surroundings. His eyes widen as he spies his family on the bed. He moves to wake his father, but I smile as he pauses to openly ogle his sister and mother as they lay sleeping, their bodies at best only partly covered.

"Dad? Wake up, Dad. Something is going on!" He says softly, giving his father a shake on the shoulder.

Dennis snorts and slowly begins to wake, but the commotion brings his wife, Lori awake as well. She is sitting up and looking about the room and her family while Dennis is still shaking off sleep. She seems calm, albeit concerned as she realized that things are not what they should be. The frown she wore in sleep now deepens as she slips off the bed and gasps as she stares at her son staring at her. "Teddy -- shame on you, put some clothes on!" she snaps turning away from her son and then comprehension slaps her hard as she realizes they are all clad only in their underwear.

"Dennis, wake up now!" Lori barks and her husband responds to the urgency in her voice, sitting straight up, eyes wide open and awake. He takes in his partially clad wife and his eyes widen even more as he takes in the shapely, lithe body of his daughter who is still asleep. Lori rushes around the bed to her daughter, fear in her voice as she shakes Taylor's shoulder. "Honey? Taylor, baby, wake up!"

The young woman moans and mumbles softly, rolling over to face her father who is easing out of bed now. Her breasts shake and quiver as she moves and both Dennis and Teddy cannot help but stare at her magnificent chest.

Lori's face is quickly turning red, her frown now a fierce scowl. "Dennis, what's happening? Where are we?" She turns back to Taylor and says in a loud and strident voice. "Taylor, wake up right now, girl!"

Taylor's eyes snap open and she snaps right back, "All right, Mother! I'm up! Are you happy no..." Her voice fades away as she realizes she isn't in her own bedroom in her own four poster bed, nor in her dorm room at college. "Mom -- what is this, where are we?" She becomes aware of her own lack of clothes and as she scans the room, stops to stare at her brother and father, both now examining the steel door. Her brother's legs and arms bulge with effort as he tries to wrench the secure door open and fails.

I am not surprised when she lunges off the bed, past her mother and hurries to her father, arms wrapping around his waist. "It him, isn't it, Daddy?" she says in a hushed voice. "The guy they talk about on the news and the tabloid shows -- the Creep!" I have to choke down a chuckle. My research has shown me that there is a big following of my exploits among college age girls -- no doubt speculating on my evil doings. 

Dennis looks down at her daughter, trying to keep his gaze steady on her face and away from her mostly visible breasts and failing terribly. He finally tears his eyes off her and looks at his wife, still standing by the bed. She stares back, fear and anger dueling for control in her face. Lori seems so vulnerable and unsettled in her unclothed condition, arms crossing over her bra covered breasts. A tent begins to take form in Dennis's boxers as he instinctively responds to the sweet sensation of his daughter's womanly flesh pressing against his and he quickly disengages himself from Taylor's arms.

Stepping away, he musters his best calm and confident voice, born of many years in the pulpit. "Let's all stay calm and not give into to panic. The Lord is with us and will see us through this trial." He reaches out a hand to Teddy who is still attempting to force the door open, his effort so intense, the muscles in his neck are knotting up. "Let it be, son. Save your strength."

Lori comes up and puts an arm around her husband's waist, discretely separating him from Taylor -- his erection not going unnoticed. "What in the world do we do, honey?" she whispers. "What will this...Creep do to us?"

I take that as my cue and key my microphone. I intone, "BE WELCOME IN MY HOME AND REST ASSURED THAT NO HARM WILL COME TO YOU. YOU SHALL BE MY GUESTS FOR A TIME."

Taylor lets out a little squeal as my voice surprises them all. As befits a close knit family, they instinctively move towards each other, huddling together in support of each other. Taylor takes both her mother's and her brother's hands in hers, squeezing so tight that her knuckles quickly whiten. Dennis stays calm despite the anger in his voice. "What do you want with us?"

"I WISH FOR YOU TO GAIN KNOWLEDGE. I WANT YOU TO KNOW TRUTH," I reply.

Dennis shakes his head, frowning at the vagueness of my words. "I implore you. If you must, keep me and my wife, but the children, do not subject them to your madness. Please release the children."

"YOUR SON AND DAUGHTER ARE ABSOLUTELY SAFE. NONE OF YOU HAS ANYTHING TO FEAR FROM ME. YOU ARE HERE TO LEARN ABOUT YOURSELVES AND TO FIND TRUTH THAT YOU KNOW IN YOUR HEARTS BUT DO NOT ACKNOWLEDGE."

"You are this Creep person, aren't you?" hisses Lori. "You are a foul pervert and you want to corrupt us."

"I AM KNOWN AS THE CREEP -- THE NAME SERVES AS WELL AS ANY OTHER. AS TO YOUR ACCUSATION -- NOTHING WILL BE DONE TO YOU OTHER THAN AID YOU TO DISCOVER TRUTH. THAT IS YOUR PURPOSE FOR BEING HERE."

"We will not be corru..." Dennis's voice chokes off -- from anger or fear, I do not know. He pauses and looking at his family, regains his resolve. "We will not be corrupted by you. The Lord will lend us the strength to resist you and whatever evil you shall bring our way." He looked at each member of his family and out of long practice, they form a circle, holding hands -- father facing daughter and mother facing son. "Let us pray for our deliverance." 

The family bows their heads and closes their eyes and Dennis begins to pray -- first reciting the 'Lord's Prayer' and then the 23rd Psalm before evoking a long prayer entreating God to give them strength. I sense that this family will perhaps be my greatest challenge, their religious faith serving as the crutch by which they will resist. Still, I choose to respect their efforts by remaining silent. Time is my ally here. I simply need to let nature take its course.

Dennis provides an extraordinary example of his belief in prayer, going nearly an hour before he begins to go hoarse, but already I see cracks in his family's resolve. Long before their prayer session ends, Teddy is opening his eyes and taking quick glimpses at his scantily clad sister and mother. I am pleased to see the boy spending as much time looking at his slender, almost elfin mother as he does his more voluptuous sister. His arousal to so much bare flesh is evident in the hard-on scarcely concealed underneath his jockey shorts.

Before the end of Dennis's prayer, Taylor too has peeked out several times, ogling the outline of her brother's enormous cock and gazing earnestly at her father's shorts as well. Only when their mother opens her eyes and with a frightful glare admonishes them both silently do they cease their obviously interested staring. Watching them carefully for several minutes to see that they aren't looking anymore, Lori finally closes her eyes again, but not before letting her gaze shift down to the still erect penis barely hidden behind her son's white shorts. There is more than anger in her eyes as she stares at his cock -- there is fear and I think curiosity.

When Dennis ends with a hearty, "Amen!" Lori adds her own two cents, pointedly telling her children. "We must resist whatever temptations this person...this Creep places before us. Rely on the faith and love of the Lord and on your father's and my guidance to keep us strong." Her tone is both accusatory and strident and Dennis looks at her with some concern as they retreat towards the bed.

The rest of their first day with me is spent in periodic prayer and wandering in circles around the small room, exploring the alcove and discovering drink and food in the refrigerator. There is some dismay when Taylor realizes that the toilet faces outward towards the bed and she clamors for privacy with her mother instructing her husband and son to turn towards the opposing wall until she is done.

I enjoy the way both mother and father keep glancing furtively at their children, both of whom appear not as shy. Lori constantly inserts herself between her children whenever they come together and talk quietly, trying to interrupt the open stares of interest between brother and sister. Lori also watches her husband as well, scowling each time he looks at his daughter, his eyes helplessly drawn to her large breasts and her long legs.

Their first night as I dim the lights down to twilight level, Lori insists on arranging the manner in which they will sleep. She and Dennis will sleep in the middle and Teddy outside next to his father and Taylor on the far side next to her mother. Another long prayer ensues, followed by much heavy sighing as everyone tries to get comfortable, all squeezed in on the single queen sized bed. It is a tight fit and both mother and father, try to lie on their sides facing each other, bodies pressed close to allow their children more room. Even so, flesh is touching flesh everywhere.

Early in the morning, Teddy rises to use the toilet and upon his return, pauses at the foot of the bed to stare at his mother and sister. Taylor is sprawled carelessly on her back, one foot hanging off the bed and the other resting atop her mother's toned thigh. Her panties have been tugged tight against her mound, leaving her pussy clearly outlined against the fabric. If Teddy didn't know his sister shaved her pussy or kept it heavily trimmed, he does now. His eyes keep roving upwards to watch her breasts slowly rise and fall as she breathes. His morning piss erection that had awoken him is now replaced by an erection of arousal. 

Teddy's eyes turn towards his mother and his mouth gapes open as he realizes his mother's bra has slipped upwards, revealing her left breast -- firm and hard, an apple sized tit with a long nipple as round as a nickel. Teddy stares and almost unconsciously, his hand finds his cock and rubs it slowly through the cotton of his shorts before he slips his hand inside the waistband and strokes his shaft for almost a minute before Lori snorts and rolls over towards her daughter, making Teddy scurry back around the bed and to gingerly climb back in next to his father.

He sighs dejectedly several times, reaching down to stroke his cock before finally falling back asleep. As he tries to fall back to sleep, I am more than pleasantly surprised to see his sister, eyes apparently not as closed as it appeared, smile to herself. If anyone will serve as the catalyst for this family's reformation, I know it will be Taylor.

The second day sees this family continue its prayer vigil amongst growing tension. Several times, Dennis and Lori will attempt to engage me in conversation, but I chose to remain silent. Becoming used to the confines of their small living space, all become restless. As always, I keep the temperature ever so slightly warm -- not hot enough to be uncomfortable, but enough that any physical effort will break one out into a sweat.

Teddy is the most active, prowling restlessly around the room, unable to take his eyes off his sister and his mother and unable to do anything about the almost constant erection in his shorts. Lori watches her son almost constantly, trying to limit his up close contact with his sister, quite aware that he is responding sexually to his lovely sister, but not as aware that when she summons her son to her side that he is more than content to sit and listen to her while his eyes roam up and down her petite body. Lori herself isn't immune from these forbidden feelings. As she chats with her son, her eyes continually are drawn downwards as well, memorizing the outline of Teddy's cock as it almost visibly throbs underneath his cotton shorts.

Lori becomes more distraught with each passing hour, running interference between Teddy and Taylor and becoming aware of her daughter almost flirting with Dennis. Her husband seems to be acting more calmly than I would imagine given these circumstances and almost seems pleased by the attentions of his daughter. Taylor constantly hovers around him, especially when her mother is occupying Teddy's attention. 

Taylor has almost a compulsive need to touch her father -- quick hugs or reaching out to touch his arm or holding on and squeezing his hand while the family prays. She is constantly flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder, using the motion to capture her father's attention, hands fluttering over and around her large, firm breasts. Whenever possible, she seems to sit next to her father, naked thighs pressing together, turning to make a point or leaning across him to speak to her brother or mother and dragging her breasts against Dennis's arm or bare chest.

Lori scowls angrily at him whenever she notices tenting of his boxer shorts -- scolding him with her eyes. At these times, Dennis usually calls for another prayer session -- lasting anywhere from thirty minutes to an hour. During these times, it's almost a game of peek-a-boo and son and daughter sneak peaks at each other's bodies as well as their parents' mostly unclothed forms, trying not to get caught by their mother who takes her fair share of peeks as well -- mostly at Teddy, but now and again, studying her daughter's sexy body as well. 

After several whispered and heated discussions between Dennis and Lori, I notice that the prayers begin to carry a slightly different tone, entreating God to not only give them strength to prevail over me, but to strengthen their own resolve to give into evil temptation. Dennis's calm exterior appears to be cracking ever so slightly as the day goes on. Ultimately Lori pairs off with her daughter while Dennis pairs off with Teddy, trying to occupy their attention. It fails miserably. Dennis and his son try and play a game of mental chess, but cannot keep their moves straight in their heads as both keep gazing over to the women. Taylor doesn't help as she restlessly moves around on the bed, seeming to find a myriad of ways to keep showing off her legs or spreading them to reveal her panty clad crotch to the staring eyes across the room or stretching the kinks out of her body and thrusting her bosom outwards to devastating effect.

Lori too is restless and tries to counter Taylor's "innocent" displays with moves of her own and although her back is to Dennis and Teddy, she is also providing a show with her tight ass and I dare say she doesn't comprehend how each over her shoulder glance at the menfolk is in itself a sexually exciting thing, unconsciously mimicking the look a female gives a male to encourage mounting her.

By the end of the day, all are very tense, especially Taylor who has acted the innocent tease all day long. The twenty year old is well aware of how her actions have stimulated her father and brother -- indeed her own actions have excited her and her now very soiled panties have an obvious wet spot over her mound. She is like a cat, stalking around the room, hungry and anxious. She eyes both her father and her brother like a scrumptious meal she'd like to devour.

Before they retire for the evening, Taylor asks her parents about using the shower. Lori is adamant about not stripping down in front of each other, saying, "All we're doing is playing into this Creep's hands. I'm sure he has cameras set up and he's dying to get us naked so he can film it!"

"But, mother," moans Taylor. "I stink. We all stink! Can't we just shower and nobody looks at anyone?"

"Sis is right, Mom. I know I reek and think of how bad it's gonna get when we all get in bed again tonight." Teddy rolls his eyes. "If Dad raises his arm up, I may puke!"

Taylor giggles in response to her brother's joke and even their father smiles. Only Lori frowns and says, "We need to stay strong and resolute and resist."

Dennis begins to speak and then stops as if to consider his words. "We do have to stay strong, Lori, but sweetheart, I don't think there is any harm in all of us getting a shower. The kids are right -- I know I could use a hot shower."




The I-Room Ch. 04



"No! Dennis, we'd just be playing into his hands. If we aren't careful, he'll have our minds all messed up!" Lori stands before her family, hands on hips, angry and defiant. Before she can go on, Dennis is in front of her, his hands help up in a placating manner and he points towards the shower alcove and taking her by the hand, walks away from the kids.

Despite being just a few feet away, they attempt to keep their voices at a whisper. With the mikes I have installed, I can hear every word they say. Lori is almost tearful in her insistence that they not submit in any way or form to my perverse plans while Dennis argues that there is nothing perverse about cleanliness. They quietly argue for several minutes, but Dennis asserts his 'authority' as husband to have the final word. Lori does demand certain conditions for taking a shower and Dennis will agree to them.

While their parents argue, Taylor and Teddy sit on opposite ends of the bed, leaning up against the wall. They are silent, but constantly glancing at each other. Teddy cannot help but stare at the exposed halves of his sister's breasts, watching their slow up and down movement as Taylor breathes with utter fascination. His attention is only diverted when she draws one knee up, exposing the wet front of her panties, her hand moving slowly back and forth on her upper thigh, slowly moving inward until her fingers almost touch her cotton covered pussy. Taylor smiles evilly as she sees her brother's cock swell until it threatens to peek out from the waistband of his jockeys.

"Taylor!" The girl practically jumps out of bed at her mother's near scream. I am even startled at the strident and angry urgency of her voice. "Come here. Your father has made a decision." Everyone can tell from Lori's voice that she doesn't approve of his decision, but feels compelled to obey. 

She explains to both her children that they will shower in turns -- first each woman and then the men.. As she talks, Dennis picks up the wooden chair and places it at the foot of the bed, facing away from the shower alcove.

"Teddy, you will sit facing the wall and you WILL NOT turn around until I say so," Lori commands. Dennis pats the bottom of the chair and when his son is sitting, he stands behind him, also facing away from the shower. 

When Lori is satisfied with everything (as much as I suspect she can be), she whispers to Taylor to take her shower. Taylor gleefully peels off her bra and panties. To my delight and her mother's surprise, Taylor's pussy is as bald as a baby's -- smooth and glistening from the day's tensions. Taylor giggles at her mother's disapproving expression and then steps into the shower. She lets out an almost orgasmic sigh as the hot water showers down on her naked body. She quickly soaps up, the lather looking incredibly erotic as it drips down her body, rolling off her jiggling breasts.

Lori struggles to maintain a watch on both her daughter and the men, making sure neither one turns around to take a peek. And for the men, it is a struggle. As Taylor showers, her almost constant happy sighing has a tremendous impact on the men, both growing harder with each moan or sigh. Dennis actually takes a step back from the chair as his boxer's tent outward and he closes his eyes and his lips move in silent prayer. I cannot read lips, but I have no doubt he prays for strength of will.

Bit by bit, Lori finds her own attention drawn to the lovely spectacle of her daughter showering. Whether she is intentionally doing it or not, Taylor looks incredibly erotic as she washes her body, her long, shapely form glistening wet, nipples hard and erect and labia blossoming with desire. With increasing frequency, Taylor's hands find their way between her legs to gently stroke or caress her cunt -- her eyes closed as she savors each brief moment of pleasure. 

Lori licks her lips as she takes in the charming yet carnal scene before she shakes off the almost hypnotic state watching her daughter puts her in. "Taylor," she whispers hoarsely, "Finish up -- quit...quit fooling around."

Taylor opens her eyes and stares at her mother who is staring at her and blushes. "Yes, Mom," she says with both a tinge of embarrassment and frustration. Rinsing quickly, she steps out of the shower, looks around and shrugs, pulling her perfect, large breasts upward and making them jiggle so enticingly. "I guess we air dry," she giggles as she gently bounces on the balls of her feet, making her mother's eyes go wide at how her daughter's body can bounce. "Your turn, Mom!"

Lori bits her lip, trying to banish her thoughts and remain in control. She nods and quickly slips out of her own bra and panties. I nod approvingly to myself. At forty-two, Lori is in splendid shape with the body of a woman half her age. Her smallish breasts are still firm, only her nipples dark and long and swelling now show evidence of use -- nursing two healthy babies in her youth. Below her flat stomach is a mass of golden curls -- for a natural blonde, she possesses one of the hairiest muffs I have ever seen. She ducks her head away from her daughter's steady gaze and slips past her to the shower. 

Lori washes herself quickly and thoroughly, but even she cannot resist a few caresses between her legs, her short, thin labia spreading eagerly to her touch. She does her best to turn away from her Taylor as she touches herself, seeking just a moment's respite, but she doesn't full her daughter who watches her with a smirk on her lips and desire in her eyes. Lori doesn't let herself go too far before she brings her considerable self control into play and rinses herself off. She steps to her daughter, waving her arms and moving about in an effort to shake off the water and dry off.

Glancing at Taylor's nakedness, her own efforts to dry off so incredibly sexy, Lori mutters, "That's enough, get dressed."

Taylor rolls her eyes and picks up her bra and panties and looks at them with disgust. "They're so nasty, Mom! Do we have to?"

"Yes," Lori snaps back. "Do it!"

"Mother! This is so gross!" Taylor rolls her eyes. "I don't want to. I'm not ..."

She never gets to finish the sentence as her mother's hand darts out and slaps her across the face. "Stop your arguing and do what I say, Taylor. I am tired of all your crap!" Lori snarls.

At the sound of the slap, both Dennis and Teddy turned around, more out of shock and surprise than anything else. Both gasp -- perhaps because for the first time, their mother has struck Taylor, but more likely because they see both woman stark naked, bodies wet and tensing as if to fight.

Lori turns around and screams, "TURN AROUND, BOTH OF YOU! THIS IS BETWEEN US!" Both men quickly turn back the other way, the shocked looks on their faces not fading as both men digest what they have seen.

"I'm not telling you again, Taylor. Get dressed right now."

Taylor sniffs and does as she is told, her disgust forgotten in the violence of the moment. Lori struggles into her panties and bra as well, not waiting to dry off and in her anger not realizing what donning her underwear while wet is doing. "Dennis, you and Teddy go on and hurry up. Get it over with."

She pushes Taylor past the men and sits her down in the chair. She places trembling hands on Taylor's shoulders and as her anger passes, tears roll down her cheeks as what she did strikes home.

Dennis goes first in the shower which seems to suit Teddy fine. While his dad washes, Teddy turns his complete attention to his mother, who doesn't seem aware that in donning her cotton panties while still wet, has turned them almost transparent. The tight fitting panties have molded themselves to her pert ass, her ass crack quite visible. Teddy's eyes gleam with hunger as he memorizes every curve of Lori's backside. I am sure that as they had passed each other, his eyes devoured the sight of her pussy, all but visible underneath the now transparent cotton. With his father's back turned and all eyes off him for a minute, Teddy quickly reaches into his shorts and strokes his cock.

Too soon however, his father finishes up, emerging to see his son's hand coming up from the bulge in his shorts. Dennis sighs, noting his son's continuing glances at his mother's butt. "Get in there, son," he says softly. "You might consider a long, cold shower!"

Teddy looks away from his father, guilt all over his face and he quickly steps out of his shorts and under the shower. He also tries to stay turned away from his father, quickly lathering up and paying a lot of attention to his aching cock. It's not too long before he is full jack-off mode, head thrown back and eyes closed as he strokes his cock frantically.

Dennis who has been focusing on his own wife's shapely rear end, turns and catches him in the act and before Teddy can come says forcefully. "You've been in there long enough -- rinse off...now!" I see sympathy there in Dennis's face, but a lifetime of prudish behavior kicks in and overrides everything else.

When both have dressed, Dennis gathers everyone in a circle and talks quietly to them. "Loved ones, we are in a difficult place and we cannot turn on each other. We must work together and with the help of the Lord, we will get through this trial. Turn your stress and anger to something that will help you endure -- we get through this together or not at all." 

He is staring at his wife as he speaks. So is everyone else. Only Teddy's motives are clear as her water soaked bra, little more than straps and swatches of light cotton do little to reveal her breasts to everyone. Teddy stares at his mother's breast with a hunger that is almost tangible.

Lori looks down dejectedly and says, "You are right. I lost my temper and I shouldn't have." She looks up at her daughter, tears flowing again. "Taylor, I'm so sorry. Can you forgive me?"

Taylor sniffs and nods and then mother and daughter are in each others arms and both are crying and sobbing as their tension finds at least a momentary release. Although I think Dennis is relieved that his wife has comprehended his message, it provides little comfort to him or his son as they watch the two women press against each other.

The family's second day ends with an incredible amount of tension in the small room. It will be a long time before anyone falls asleep. There is more than one drawn out sigh of frustration and gingerly carried out tossing and turning. Sometime late when both parents have fallen asleep and are softly snoring, Teddy eases from the bed and walks quietly towards the alcove, his eyes fixed on the other sleeping bodies, especially those of his mother and sister. 

Lori, in her sleep is sprawled a bit, her right leg lying draped over her husband's thigh, revealing her crotch, pussy dark and mysterious underneath her panties in the dim light. Once again, her bra has slipped, revealing a small, pert breast, nipple hard and puckered as she dreams. Teddy quietly drops his shorts and sits on the commode and with his eyes locked in on the lovely spectacle of his mother, he begins to frantically stroke his swollen cock. 

Teddy has been aching for release for two days and it is quick in coming. He presses his lips together to squelch any moans of pleasure and quickly explodes, a torrent of hot, fresh semen gushing forth that he captures with his free hand. He cums hard, muscles knotting and swelling as his sperm keeps spurting and spurting.

Just as his ejaculations ease up, Teddy is jerked to his feet as he hears his mother groan in her sleep and roll onto her side towards Dennis. Teddy yanks up his shorts and begins to edge back towards the bed -- his face showing the fear of being busted by his mother.

He is brought up short in surprise when his sister suddenly sits up in bed, a nasty smirk on her face. In a voice barely above a whisper, Taylor says, "You forgot to flush, little brother!"

Teddy swallows, his eyes wide as he watches his lovely sister slip silently from the bed, the look of the cat that swallowed the canary. Taylor sidles up to her brother, so close, her barely constrained breasts almost brushing against his naked chest. "Boys are so lucky -- a few quick strokes and you get relief," she whispers in his ear. 

Teddy shivers as she reaches out with one hand and brings it to rest on his shoulder. "T-Taylor?" Teddy stammers. "What are you d-doing?"

Taylor smiles up into her brother's eyes as her fingers slowly trail downward and until she takes his hand and turns it over and slips her fingers into the slick, gooey streamers of semen pooled there. "Hmmmm, what were you going to do with this, Teddy?" she whispers. The young woman stirs her fingers around until the tips are covered with sperm and while her brother watches in shock, brings them to her mouth and sucks them clean.

"I've learned a few things at college, little brother," Taylor says. "I found out I like hard cocks and cum. I always wondered if you would ever notice anything besides sports..." She turns and glances at their mother. "I guess you have. I just wonder if you were masturbating over me or Mom?" 

Taylor reaches down for Teddy's hand and brings it to her mouth. "Am I a bad girl, Teddy? Am I a sinner for loving the taste of cum?" Her tongue extends and laps at her brother's cum coated palm. "Am I going to hell for loving my brother's sweet sperm?"

Teddy lets out a groan as his sister hungrily licks his hand clean of semen, stopping only when their restlessly sleeping mother calls out, "No, that's not right!" and rolls over to face Taylor's side of the bed. Both her children move like they've been scalded -- Teddy hurrying back to his side of the bed and Taylor stepping to the alcove.

Moving gingerly, Teddy slips back into bed, careful not to wake his parents. Taylor sits down on the commode and pees. When she is finished, she flushes the toilet, but does not rise up. Her eyes shine in the dim light as she studies her family on the bed. Satisfied that her parents are still asleep, she stares earnestly at her brother and slowly spreads her thighs apart. Even in the barely lit room, her brother can see the glistening wetness of her labia, blooming like an erotic hot house flower.

Teddy raises up on his elbows, taking in his sister, panties around her ankles, as she slips a hand down across her stomach and into the bare, wet flesh between her legs. As her brother watches, Taylor begins to play with herself, fingering her young, hairless cunt, plunging first one, then two, then three fingers into her luscious, slick pussy. She smiles both shyly and naughtily at her brother, eyes hooded with lust as she finger fucks her own juicy twat. 

Minutes pass with Taylor becoming more frantic in her masturbation with every single second. Teddy stares, occasionally licking his lips as his sister fingers herself, fingers now dripping with pussy cream, the aroma becoming pungent in the small room, making his nostrils flare and causing the return of his erection. Taylor is almost lifting herself off the toilet, toes trying to dig into the floor as pleasure begins to wrack her body, her full breasts bouncing as she begins to cum. 

Somehow, she manages to muffle her noises of orgasm, her teeth clenched together and her face screwed up as she cums, her only noise a low, whistling noise as she breathes through her nose. Finally, her muscles unclench and relax as her orgasm fades. Taylor's breasts heave heavily as she gasps for air, all the while looking lovingly at her brother. She heaves herself to her feet and on shaky legs, makes her way back to the bed, walking silently around to her brother.

She glances at her sleeping parents and then leans down, her breasts all but spilling from her soiled bra and whispers to her brother, "You have no idea how bad I needed that. I'm going crazy walking around and seeing yours and Daddy's cocks all stiff and big in your underwear. I am so horny!"

She moves her mouth from Teddy's ear to his mouth and brushes her lips against his. Softly, almost too softly for even my mikes to hear, she says, "I liked having you watch me, Teddy -- it made me just that much hotter." She kisses him again, not a soul kiss, but a passionate one anyways. When the kiss is done, she continues in her soft, bedroom voice, "I got to taste you, little brother -- it's only fair you get to taste me!"

Taylor extends the hand she had fucked herself with, fingers wet with her cream and brushes them over Teddy's lips. Teddy stiffens in shock and surprise, but quickly recovers and his tongue emerges and he opens his lips wide so his sister can stick her fingers into his mouth and he eagerly sucks them clean.

Taylor smiles down at Teddy and starts to whisper something to him, but their mother start suddenly and rolls onto her back. Her hand reaches out to the narrow empty space next to her and she murmurs, "Taylor." In the blink of an eye, Taylor, like a young gazelle seems to leap and appear at the foot of the bed just as Lori sits up, blinking the sleep away and calls out, "Taylor?"

In a whispered voice still hoarse with arousal, Taylor replies, "I'm here, Mom."

Lori looks at her daughter, still waking up. She seems confused and then as she sniffs the air, she becomes confused and turns to check on Teddy, who is flat on his back, eyes slammed shut in a poor imitation of a person sleeping. One can almost see his jaw muscles clenching in fear. Turning back to Taylor, Lori murmurs, "What are you doing? Why are you up?"

Taylor lets out the eternal sigh of the exasperated teenager and replies, "I went and peed, Mom. Do you mind -- I figured you didn't want me doing it in the bed!"

Lori studies her daughter thoughtfully and again turns to look at her son, before saying, "Don't be a smart mouth. I was -- I'm just worried is all."

Taylor shuffles back to her side of the bed, letting out another long suffering sigh. "Give it a rest, Mother and relax." She climbs into bed and rolls away from her mother, relief of not getting caught evident on her face.

I settle back to watch the family all fall asleep, but then something catches my eye and I focus in on the father, Dennis. I curse myself and then laugh. I was so caught up in the mischief of the children that I ignored Dennis. I zoom in to confirm it. An enormous tent is sticking up from his boxer shorts. Dennis is awake! I feel my heart pounding, wondering how much he seen. Did he watch his daughter finger fuck herself or watch her lick Teddy's cum off his hand or realize Taylor was feeding her brother her own pussy juices? Why didn't this man of God stop them? I am grinning as I retire for the night. I am seeing great progress here, I think as I fall asleep.

Morning brings new tensions as Dennis struggles with his knowledge of his children's actions of the night before. He seems to be hesitant to bring it out in the open, perhaps in light of Lori's volatile temperament. He takes an opportunity to speak quietly with each of his children separately, Teddy visibly paling at his words and looking somewhat contrite as he and his father engage in prayer where the key theme is to resist temptations.

Dennis's efforts with his daughter bring a somewhat different response. Taylor does not appear as repentant, but rather appears both bored and amused by her father's whispered comments to behave, especially around her brother. She kneels with her father and while he prays with her, stares over her father's shoulders at Teddy, smiling at her brother who is dividing his attention between his mother and Taylor. 

When Dennis finishes and they rise to their feet, Taylor leans in, brushing herself against her father as she kisses him on the cheek and says in a sweet voice, "Thanks, Daddy!" She walks away from him, glancing back over her shoulder to confirm that he's sporting another erection.

Another day is spent with four adults prowling around, pretending not to be affected by each others mostly naked body. Lori seems more resigned and while she keeps a vigilant eye on her children as they sit and talk, she no longer tries to keep them separated. I do think she notices her husband's lingering looks at Taylor as she seems to strut and pose, very much aware of her father's hungry stares.




The I-Room Ch. 04



It is early evening when revolution occurs. Teddy brings up showering before bed and Taylor declares, "I have had it with this grungy underwear. I'm not wearing it anymore!"

Her mother's face clouds up and she stands to face her daughter and says, "You'll do what you're told. We're not going to give in to this pervert and walk around naked in front of each other."

Taylor goes nose to nose with her mother, bending over as she yammers back at Lori, causing her breasts to sway in their soiled restraints. "Fine, Mother," she snarls. "You can walk around in your bra and panties until everything rots, but as of now I am going to get clean and I'm going to go naked." She turns and looks up at the ceiling and yells, "Unless the Creep wants to give us clean clothes?" Taylor pauses -- waiting for an answer that does not come. "That answers that, Mother. I am now a nudist!" Grunting with effort, she peels off her bra, freeing her proud breasts and flings her bra into a corner.

Lori grabs her by the arm and begins dragging her to the same corner, her voice shaky as she says, "No daughter of mine is going to act like a slut!"

Taylor breaks her mother's hold and steps back, making a fist. "Give it up, Mother! Going nude isn't going to change anything. Daddy and Teddy are walking around with hard-on's all the time anyway. Going naked doesn't mean we're going to start fucking each other like rabbits." Taylor pauses and licks her lips and with a mean smile adds, "Although, getting laid would do you a world of good...Mother!"

Her mother's eyes widen and she screams as she flies into her daughter, slapping her twice before Taylor begins flailing back and the two women exchange several blows before Dennis and Teddy can separate them, Teddy grabbing his sister around the waist and physically carrying her away from their mother while Dennis takes hold of Lori's wrists and blocks her from pursuing her daughter -- struggling with her for several seconds before bellowing, "DAMMIT, THAT IS ENOUGH!" shocking everyone into silence and immobility.

"I am not going to tolerate this. Everyone will behave. This Creep wins if we turn on each other," Dennis says in a tight voice. He turns to glare at his daughter, unable to keep his eyes solely on her face, unable to keep from looking at her large, firm breasts capped by nipples now swollen in the passion of the moment. "Taylor, I will not tolerate you speaking to your mother like that. Apologize...now."

He does manage to raise his gaze to look sternly into her eyes and her defiance falters momentarily and Taylor whispers, "I'm sorry I said what I said, Mom." Then she regains her courage. "But I meant it about these filthy clothes -- I'm not wearing them anymore." She puts her hands on her hips and strikes a defiant pose, mostly unaware of the striking pose she is creating, her breasts jutting proudly outward.

Dennis nods and tears his eyes away from his daughter's shapely body and looks into his wife's eyes. "No more hitting, Lori. In all the years we've been married, I've never raised a hand to you, but if you hit one of the kids again...just don't do it. They're both adults now."

Lori looks at her husband, her expression of defiance so much like her daughter's. But under his gaze and as she is visibly affected by his words, her defiance crumbles and she nods as tears begin to flow down her cheeks. "It's wrong, Dennis -- us together like this, it's just wrong."

Dennis pulls her against him and hugs her, saying, "We just have to stick together, honey -- we're all we have." He gives a start and adds, "I mean all we have is each other and the Lord."

Teddy enters the discussion, saying softly. "But, Mom -- Taylor's right. We can't keep wearing these nasty things. I'm chafing like all get out. And she was right about the other thing too. It doesn't matter that if you and Sis are naked or not, being around you is making me hard all the freaking time." 

Dennis turns and snaps at his son, "Watch your mouth -- do you realize what you're talking about -- this is your sister..." His voice rises as he finishes -- "THIS IS YOUR MOTHER!"

Teddy doesn't back down. "But it's the truth, Dad. You know it is. Are you telling me you've been walking around with an erection for the last few days just because of Mom - that you've not been staring at Taylor too." Teddy turns and smiles at his sister. "I'm with you, Taylor!" he says and shucks his jockey shorts off and with his cock hard and swinging, he uses his foot to fling his soiled underwear in the corner with Taylor's bra.

Lori gasps and stares amazed at her son's now revealed erection -- his cock long and thick. "Oh my God! Teddy, you can't be -- not over your sister and not over..." Lori can't seem to take her eyes off her son's hard penis. "Teddy -- I am your mother!"

Teddy shrugs his shoulders and replies. "I know, but Mom, you're a good looking woman -- you're sexy, just like Taylor is sexy! Its no big deal, we're just reacting like our bodies are designed too. Its just what's gonna happen. Dad can't help it either, getting hard over you or Taylor, it's just biology!"

Dennis is red faced over his son's words and is about to say something in reply when Taylor says, "You tell them, little brother and shoves her panties down and kicks them into the same corner as their other underwear. Both Dennis and Lori gasp as their daughter stands proudly before them, somehow seeming to thrust out both her upright breasts and her bare naked pubic mound.

Lori begins whimpering and turns and presses her face against her husband's bare chest, not noticing the hunger in his face as he stares at his daughter. The room is silent as this father and his children stare at each other -- each exhibiting a different expression. Teddy stands resolute, determined to be serious and to stand his ground. Dennis wears a frown as he struggles with his own emotions, emotions betrayed by his cock which has thickened even more, brushing against Lori's thigh through the material of his boxers, as he stares at his daughter. Taylor is wearing a defiant and triumphant smirk, knowing what her naked body is doing to her father. Her tongue peeks out and rolls along her lips as if anticipating a delicious meal soon to be presented. 

Dennis licks his own lips and then shakes himself out of whatever thoughts are dominating his mind. He rubs his wife's back consolingly and I see a decision being made. "Lori," he begins slowly. "I hate to say it, but the kids are right. We can't keep wearing these filthy clothes. My shorts can almost stand up and walk on their own." He takes his hand and lifts his wife's chin upwards so he can look into Lori's eyes. 

"Besides, if we don't make a big deal of it, the sinful thrill of seeing each other naked will quickly wear off." Taylor snorts derisively, letting everyone know her opinion about that. Dennis ignores her and as his wife looks at him in disbelief, he slips the straps of her bra off her shoulders and then reaches behind her and deftly unhooks it.

"No," Lori whispers, slowly shaking her head from side to side, but not fighting as her husband removes her bra and drops the thing to the ground.

"Yes, darling." Dennis replies softly, his fingers slowly caressing the chafed strap marks on her shoulders. "It all we can do. Just remain strong and have faith that God will help us resist all temptation." He turns and looks at his children and drops his boxers to the floor and steps out of them. His cock, long restrained, leaps free to slap against Lori's stomach, making her gasp. His cock, while not as thick as his son's is longer by at least an inch. Taylor is now smiling and giving her father a pleased, appraising stare.

Dennis flushes anew under his daughter's scrutiny, but gathers his strength and adds, "We will resist any and all temptation!" His voice although firm contains an underlying tremor, hinting that he has doubts of his own resolve. Dennis turns back to his wife and whispers, "We will resist temptation, Lori." As he speaks, he slips his fingers into the waistband of Lori's panties.

His wife bites her lower lip and nods and takes action on her own, sliding her soiled panties over her slender and shapely hips to pool at her feet. Taking her by the shoulders, Dennis turns her and guides her over to her children, her eyes downcast, unable to witness the yearning stare of Teddy whose eyes roam eagerly over his mother's slender, naked body or to confront the frank and interested gaze of her daughter.

Dennis holds out a hand to Taylor and Lori follows his example with Teddy when Dennis says, "Let us pray for strength." All four kneel on the concrete floor and join hands and both Dennis's and Lori's voices can be heard entreating God for help -- Dennis relying on his trained voice for confidence while Lori's is uncertain.

Were it not for the tension rife within the room, the next several minutes would almost be comical. As they pray, each person is constantly yielding to temptation and glancing at the others, ogling each other's bodies. Teddy is perhaps the most guilty, happily seeing his heart's desire in the form of his mother's nakedness -- his cock so hard it slaps up against his stomach and is dribbling precum as his eyes roam over Lori's body, no doubt fantasizing about her firm, ripe breasts and the now glistening and partly open labia peeking from her nest of blonde curls. 

Lori for her part never raises her eyes to see her son staring at her, but again and again she lifts her head enough to see the magnificence of his erect penis, long and thick, her own prayers fading as it catches her attention and her imagination.

Dennis never falters in his entreaties to his god, but he appears to be on auto-pilot, saying the words without heart as he cannot bring himself to keep his eyes closed, unable to keep from ravaging his daughter's nubile body with his eyes. His own cock is quivering with need -- aching for release and like his son, he is leaking precum.

Taylor takes her family in with her eyes, a satisfied look on her face as she turns her gaze from brother to father to mother before starting over again. Her looks towards her mother intrigue me -- I see so much potential there. Taylor is very aroused, her pussy lips blooming like a hot house flower and her wetness spreading to her thighs. I truly expect this to be the moment of truth -- that Taylor will seize the moment, but I am surprised when the family ends their prayers and retire for the night.

All are restless and the room echoes with heavy sighs -- sighs of longing and need. The room smells of unsatisfied sex -- the aroma of aroused pussy is thick, inspiring towers of aching, throbbing cock to stand waving in the air. As the hours pass, Lori slips whimpering into a troubled sleep. Teddy succumbs as well, rolling over from his father to face the empty wall, his hand on his cock as he sleeps. Taylor appears asleep as well, although I know she has fooled me before.

Then Dennis stirs and eases his way out of bed until he stands at the foot, cock hard as he stares at his wife and daughter. He makes his way to the wooden chair and sets down, placing his hands over his face and letting out a long sigh that is almost a sob. "Lord, guide me now in this time of trouble. Give me the strength to resist the terrible urges inside me. Heavenly Father, show me, guide me, tell me what I need to do."

"Daddy?" Dennis's head jerks up to find Taylor standing before him. In the desperate need of his prayer, he did not notice her climbing from the bed.

"Taylor...what's wrong, honey?" he whispers. He shakes his head and I can almost hear his thoughts -- 'is this God's version of a sign?'

His daughter approaches him and reaches out a hand to him which Dennis takes. "Daddy, are you mad at me...mad about what happened? Do you still love me?" Taylor says in a humble, almost worried voice.

Dennis shakes his head and replies, "No, honey, of course I still love you.. Daddy's not mad -- it's been a strain on all of us."

Taylor sighs and with effortless grace, slides herself into her father's lap, causing him to jerk with surprise to suddenly have a healthy and naked woman sitting on him. "I love you too, Daddy!" she says happily and wraps her arms around her father's neck and hugs him to her, her breasts flattening against his chest.

They sit still for a moment savoring more than a father -- daughter moment. Taylor leans her head against her father's, coming almost eye to eye and mouth to lip. In a voice laden with sexuality, Taylor whispers, "Daddy, what's going to happen with us?"

Dennis sighs and says, "Well, we can only hope to be rescued or that this Creep fellow will let us free like he has others."

Taylor giggles and kisses her father on the corner of his mouth. "No, silly Daddy. I mean what's going to happen with us." She wiggles on his lap and I can only imagine how heavenly her soft cheeks feel against her father's cock. Taylor presses her lips to his father's ear and in the faintest of whispers, says, "I see how you watch me, Daddy. I know you want me."

Dennis tenses up and in a dry voice replies, "Taylor! Shame on you -- I'm your father."

His daughter again wiggles sinfully on his lap and answers, "I know -- that's what's so hot about this. My daddy's cock is all big and hard for me." Her tongue flickers out and rolls around the rim of Dennis's ear before she moves to look at him eye to eye. "You want to fuck me, don't you, Daddy?"

Dennis appears to be nearing panic and his voice rises a little and becomes more strident. "No! Stop this, Taylor. It's a sin! What you're saying is a terrible sin?"

Taylor smiles and I see both the little girl and the terrible seductress in that smile as she replies, "Is it, Daddy? I know they preach that in the Old Testament, but Jesus said it's all about love. I know you love me, Daddy and isn't this just another way we get to show how much we love each other." She pauses and moves her head forward until her lips are almost brushing her father's lips. "Besides, if it's a sin, it just makes it all naughtier and sexy!"

Dennis starts to reply, but Taylor kisses him, her tongue darting between his lips before he can react. His protests are muffled and squelched as she kisses him harder. His hands flutter in protest for long seconds before finally coming to rest on her back and then...ever so slightly he pulls her into him, her bountiful breasts pillowing against his chest. 

Now it is Taylor's turn to stiffen in surprise as her father kisses her back. She redoubles her efforts and I can only imagine the tongue lashing she is giving her father. The kiss goes on for long minutes before finally Dennis rediscovers his control and breaks it off, the kiss ending with a wet smack. Splatters of saliva land on Taylor's chin and lips. Giggling, she licks her father's spit off her lips while Dennis looks on in fright and awe.

"Taylor, this is so wrong. We must stop this awful madness." Dennis doesn't sound like even he is convinced by his own words.

Taylor makes her hips roll and jiggle around one last time as she smiles at her father and says, "It's not wrong. I want to fuck you, Daddy and your big dick tells me you want to fuck me." She begins to slide off her father, his left thigh trapped between her legs as she scoots towards his knee. In the dim light, even I can see the slick trail of cunt cream she leaves behind as she slides her aroused pussy down his leg. "We're going to be lovers, Daddy. It's not wrong cause we love each other." She winks at him in such a lascivious way that his cock jerks as it grows harder in response. "When you're ready, Daddy, we're really get to know each other." Taylor winks again. "You understand, Daddy -- we're going to know each other in the biblical sense!" 

Taylor moves towards the bed, but pauses and looks over her shoulder at her father and says, "Sleep on it, Daddy. You know I'm right!" The beautiful young woman climbs back into bed and closes her eyes and pretends to go to sleep while at the same time drawing her knees back and then spreading her thighs, opening herself to her father's hungry eyes, her slick pussy blossoming with desire, her luscious pink folds glistening wet and enticing to the eye.

Dennis stares at his daughter's pussy for a long time -- long after she finally falls asleep. Sometimes I hear him praying softly, but even my mikes cannot pick up what he's praying for. It will be a long time before he can bring himself to return to bed and even longer before he will find relief in slumber.

The fourth day begins with no relief in sight for anyone. The sexual tension is building like thick dark clouds before a terrible storm. Food is eaten in silence with everyone casting hungry, furtive glances at each other. Lori almost appears to be in pain as she struggles not to stare at her son, his cock seeming to be almost eternally erect. She retreats to the bed where she fidgets from one position to another, her hands fluttering aimlessly, trying not to touch herself even though her body is clearly responding to the nakedness of her son.

Teddy is again the restless beast, pacing the room, pausing only to do exercises to relieve his stress. Countless pushups and situps make his muscles swell and his body sweat, his musky aroma mixing in the air with the undeniable musk of aroused pussy. He glances enviously at his sister who is constantly hovering around her father, both taking turns sitting in the wooden chair, now unabashedly staring at each other, devouring each other with their eyes. 

Little caresses and touches flow back and forth between father and daughter -- there is laughter between them. I sense Dennis has crossed the Rubicon -- that his relationship with his daughter is about to change. They chatter about inanities like impending lovers do, not openly acknowledging the inevitiable.

Lori senses it too, but is unwilling to say anything. She spares an occasional glance their way, knowing that something is amiss, but her world has been so rocked, she cannot bring herself to object. Instead, her focus is on her son, her eyes looking hungrily on his muscled legs and arms and on the thick, erect shaft between his legs. 

Lori averts her gaze whenever she realizes that he is staring back. She shifts position constantly, not seeming to be aware that she is posturing herself almost like an animal in instinctive heat, especially when she rolls onto her stomach and turns her head back to continue watching him. I doubt Teddy's mother even realizes that she is undulating her hips, entrancing her son with every moment of her hips and cunt. When she rolls back over, Teddy almost groans as her arousal is evident -- her labia open like the petals of a flower.

As morning passes into afternoon, Dennis and Taylor begin to touch even more -- caresses lasting longer, becoming more daring. Dennis leans into Taylor, nuzzling her face, hardly talking now, communicating with only their eyes. This incredibly intimate posturing has its biggest effect on Teddy who can barely restrain himself from getting relief. His condition is worsened by his mother's ashamed, but almost craven appearance on the bed. She is like some great hunter cat that has been tamed and is struggling to resist her basic instincts to sate its hunger.

Finally, Teddy reaches his limits. "I'm taking a shower," he mutters to no one in particular and strides into the alcove where he hits the water and begins to lather up. Once his body is soapy, he wraps his hand around his cock and begins to masturbate. He turns to glance back at his family. Lori is gazing at his profile, eyes tracking the stroking movement of his fist. Taylor's eyes are closed as Dennis kisses her neck, his hands stroking the tops of her thighs.

"No," whispers Lori, coming to her hands and knees. There is a look of madness in her eyes. She glances to her necking husband and daughter and wails, "Noooooo!" Lori scrambles from the bed, hissing at Dennis and Taylor. "Stop this, this is so wrong!" She walks resolutely towards the alcove. Her daughter and her husband are ignored as she approaches Teddy.




The I-Room Ch. 04



"Stop this, son," she pleads, stopping in front of him -- her smallish, pert breasts heaving, nipples swollen like ripe strawberries. "This isn't right." Lori's voice is small and desperate. Teddy just stares at his mother, his hand never pausing as it strokes his cock while the shower sprays away the soap from his body.

"Oh please, Teddy. Do what mommy says," whispers Lori, reaching out to stop his moving hand. She misses his hand and her fingers find his cock instead. Her eyes widen as she looks down and watches helplessly as her fingers betray her, wrapping around his thick, erect penis. 

Lori is wide-eyed with wonder and fear as she slowly turns her gaze upwards to look into her son's lust glazed eyes, mumbling almost incoherently, "Do...do what Mommy...do Mommy...son..." Her hand is slowly moving up and down the length of Teddy's cock as she looks up at Teddy, the fear gone now, replaced by hunger.

A low growl begins somewhere deep within Teddy and builds until with a roar he springs at his mother, wrapping his arms around her body and pulling her to him while he mashes his mouth against her lips. A terrified squeal from his mother draws the attention of Dennis and Taylor who jump to their feet as they watch Teddy's hands slide down Lori's back to cup her tight ass cheeks and lift her up. 

As Lori's feet leave the ground, Teddy moves forward. His mother's fists hammer ineffectually on his brawny shoulders while her legs kick and flail. Lori gasps as her back slaps against the alcove wall and then she screams as Teddy lifts her up, hands somehow cupping her ass cheeks and urging her thighs apart, and then thrusts upwards, the head of his cock pressing into her open flesh.

I am myself caught by surprise and before I can deliver my traditional offer, Teddy has wormed several inches of his cock into his mother's wet cunt. Lori's face is contorted by pain and pleasure and she stops hitting her son, now her nails digging into his flesh.

Dennis stands slack-jawed with amazement for several seconds, staring at the spectacle of his son fucking his mother against the wall. Finally, anger clouds his face and he takes a step forward, but Taylor takes his arm and spins him around. Her expression is one of utter lust and her hand drops and takes his still stiff and throbbing cock and she pulls him backwards towards the bed until she falls onto her back. Dennis, his wife and son's incestuous activity forgotten climbs between Taylor's wide flung legs his breathing ragged as he prepares to mount his daughter.

I have to laugh as I almost miss my cue a second time. I open up my microphone and release the magnetic lock in one motion. "THE MOMENT OF TRUTH IS AT HAND!" I announce as the door swings open. "YOU HAVE DISCOVERED THE BASIC TRUTH ABOUT YOURSELVES. YOU MAY PROCEED TO EXPLORE THIS NEW ASPECT OF YOUR LIVES OR YOU MAY CHOOSE TO LEAVE."

Lori and her son are oblivious to me. Lori's arms are wrapped tightly around her son's neck, knees drawn back and heels digging into Teddy's ass cheeks as he buries his cock deep in his mother's womb again and again. Steam from the shower adds to the sweat on their bodies, making their skin glisten as mother and son fuck furiously. Lori's face is screwed up in pleasure as she draws blood biting Teddy's shoulder.

The only response I get from Dennis and Taylor is a snort of laughter from the daughter as she flings her pelvis upwards to meet her father's initial thrust into her cunt. Her laughter turns into a long, drawn out cry of pleasure as Dennis slides his hard and very long cock inside her, burying himself to the balls in one long drawn out motion.

"PRAISE GOD!" Dennis bellows in his best revival shout. He lowers his body on top of his daughter's, her flesh hot and yielding and kisses her madly while his butt begins to moving in a blurring motion, fucking in and out of Taylor's clasping cunt. They kiss like lovers too long denied each other, sucking and biting at each other's lips, tongues whirling insanely against each other, the whole time hammering her bald cunt with his cock, grinding his pubic hairs against her slick flesh.

Taylor's legs fly upwards, muscles cording on her toned thighs as she holds them in the classic "I'm getting the life fucked out of me" V formation. Her pleasure is reflected in her loud moans and in the clenched toes of her feet.

In the Alcove, Teddy is relentlessly fucking his mother, Lori's body trapped and suspended in the air between the wall and her son's body. Teddy's ass is quivering with exertion as he thrusts again and again into his mother's cunt. He tries to go faster, but despite her pussy overflowing with the juices of her ecstasy, her pussy is simply too small and tight to allow for the quick thrusts Teddy is seeking. No matter, both are moaning between wet kisses from the intense pleasure that mother and son are giving each other. 

Lori tries to beg her son to fuck her, but her words get tangled up in the delicious friction building in her pussy and the best she can do is grunt and sob a word from time to time."Oh godddd....fu-fu-FUCK...oh fu-yesss-fu...LOVE...Te-teddy!"

Teddy's world centers around his cock driving in and out of his mother and the messy kisses they share between groans. As his cock becomes more coated with his mother's slick creams, he does manage to worm his thick meat in and out more quickly, driving Lori to hitherto unknown heights of carnal pleasure.

Across the room, Taylor is shouting, "FUCK ME, DADDY, FUCK ME! I LOVE DADDY'S COCK!" The young woman's body is writhing and bucking, meeting her father's strokes with the reckless eagerness that only a young woman can muster. Dennis has an almost manic look of lust etched on his face as he slams his cock into his daughter's pussy again and again. He covers her bouncing breasts with love bits, making her scream even more as he bites down hard on his daughter's long nipples.

So into their own incestuous fuck are Dennis and Taylor that they don't even look up as Lori begins to scream shrilly as her son suddenly tenses up and slams his thick penis home and with the roar of a rutting lion begins to cum inside his mother. I wince as Lori slams her head back against the wall as she has the most intense orgasm of her life -- spurred on by the knowledge that her womb is being pumped full of her son's hot and vital semen.

Both their naked bodies, hot and sweaty, lock together and for an exquisite moment they are an erotic statue of mother and son love perfected, both bodies straining to get that one more sweet inch of son-cock inside a motherly pussy. Lori's head slumps forward then and her whole body seems to collapse, impaled on her son's cock -- a pleased smile on her face. 

Teddy pauses to catch his breath and then he grins at the naughty spectacle of his mother stuck on his still hard cock, her legs dangling along his thighs, held up only by his strong hands and his massive pole. He groans, "I love you, Mom," and then using the wall for partial support, he begins to thrust in and out of his nearly unconscious mother again -- his cock never having lost its erect state.

On the bed, Dennis's efforts are reaching their natural conclusion. "I'm cumming in you, daughter. I -- I love you, Taylor," he moans to his daughter before covering her mouth with his and then driving as deep as he can, grinding his crotch into her hairless folds, Dennis begins cumming in his daughter's cunt. 

Taylor, wild-eyed with pleasure explodes with the heat of her daddy's sperm bathing her insides into a monster orgasm that sees her wrenching her body around underneath her father before she gains enough self control to make him groan as she begins milking his cock for the jets of steamy semen he is giving her. Their moans mix with that of Lori and Teddy and I sit watching in awe as I savor this family's headlong plunge into incest.

Finally, Dennis slips off his daughter's body with a sigh, rolling over to expose his half erect and cum covered cock. Taylor shakily sits up and falls atop her father, showering him with kisses as she says over and over again, "I love you, Daddy!" Her kisses gradually travel southward and as she begins to lick and suck his cock clean of their mixed juices, both turn eyes to the nasty spectacle of mother and son.

Lori resembles a life size and beautiful rag doll impaled by a huge shaft of hard cockmeat. Teddy is driving his cock home steadily, making her limp arms and legs waggle as his cock disappears inside his mother's body, forcing sperm and cunt cream out with every thrust. Lori's head is on her son's shoulder, mouth open and tongue peeking out. Through slitted eyes, she watches her daughter cleaning Dennis's cock with her tongue. With each movement of Teddy's massive cock into her tight cunt, Lori lets out a little cry or moan, each one a little louder than the one before. Teddy's strong hands squeeze her toned ass cheeks and her nipples scrape deliciously against his chest, the sweet friction only adding to her pleasure.

Dennis's eyes are aflame -- not with anger at watching his son mercilessly fucking his wife, but with suddenly realized desire. He understands now -- I can see that, if nothing else, it's evidenced in the quick recovery of his penis, spurred on by his daughter's hard working mouth. 

Taylor sucks him into another hard cockstand and giggles as she follows his gaze and she joins him in watching mother and son fuck, her hand slowly stroking her father's cock. "Isn't it beautiful, Daddy? Don't Mom and Teddy look so sinful and nasty?" she sighs as she works her father's cock with her fist. She sits up from between her father's legs and kisses him with her cum crusted mouth. He returns her kiss eagerly -- hungrily, the whole time keeping his eyes on his son's ceaseless pumping of his cock inside Lori."

Taylor moans into her father's mouth, "I need you inside me, Daddy!" and she climbs onto her hands and knees, raising her young, shapely ass in the air and wiggles it as she looks over her shoulder. "Fuck me, Daddy -- show me how good you really fuck!" Taylor knows well what she is doing, positioning herself so she and her father can make love while watching her brother and mother continue their all consuming fuck.

Dennis looks with amazement at his daughter's wiggling ass, her cunt exposed below, labia spread wide and his own semen slowly dripping from her young cunt. I hear him mutter over and over, "Praise God, Praise God, Praise God!" as he rises to his knees and guides himself to his daughter's pussy. "I do love you, Taylor -- you're my slut daughter and God be praised, I love you so!" With a triumphant shout, Dennis pushes his cock into his daughter's cum filled cunt and as she cries out in incestuous triumph, pushing her butt back to meet his thrusts, both turn their eyes to Teddy and Lori.

Lori slowly emerges from her cock induced trance, becoming more aware of her surroundings with each passing second. She finally lifts her head from her son's chest, pausing to suck on his pebble hard nipple before looking into his eyes and uttering her first coherent sentence in a while, "Teddy, Mommy loves your cock!" She wraps her arms and legs around her son's body, pulling herself tight against him and kissing him with all the passion and desire that only a mother can muster. Their tongues dance and play as their bodies quiver with the exertion and delight they are sharing.

Finally, their kiss ends, slivers of saliva hanging wetly between their lips as they both turn and look cheek to cheek across the room where Dennis and Taylor are fucking while watching them in turn. Taylor's fingers are digging into the mattress as her father slams his long dick into her again and again, making her ripe, meaty tits sway back and forth. Taylor is almost slack-jawed with pleasure as she revels in her father's cock while she moans, "Look at Mom and Teddy, Daddy! Don't they look beautiful? Teddy's really fucking Mom good with his big cock and Momma loves it! It's almost as good as your big cock, Daddy! Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me hard!"

Taylor's face suddenly scrunches up and she struggles to stay on her hands and knees as an intense orgasm sweeps over as her father's cock probes deeper within her than anyone ever has. She wails, "SO GOOOOD, DADDDYYY! LOVE IT -- LOVE YOUR COCK -- LOVE YOU, DADDDDDYYYY!" Dennis leans forward and helps support her by cupping her meaty tits while his cock pistons in and out of her clasping pussy.

Taylor's powerful orgasm sets off a sympathetic response in her mother. Lori, already on the verge of cumming from her son's thick dick falls over the edge and begins sobbing with pleasure as another orgasm explodes within her pussy, reducing her body to spastic jerks and twitches as she is swept away by the sheer ecstasy Teddy's cock is giving her. She babbles and cries as again her son presses his lips to hers, kissing her as he holds her up and continued to drive into her wet, sperm filled cunt.

Dennis in turn never pauses as his daughter squirms and quivers under his continuous thrusts into her young pussy. Having cummed once, he seems determined to fuck his daughter forever. He now longer frowns at the erotic sight of his wife and son locked, indeed he seems more aroused than ever, able to tear his sight away from seeing Teddy's thick meat driving in and out of Lori only when he looks down and marvels at the sight of his own cock, long and as hard as he has ever known, sliding in and out of his daughter, his shaft coated in his own semen and Taylor's pussy juices.

Teddy is shaking with effort now, the strain of not only fucking his mother, but basically carrying her in his arms and his cock causing the sweat to pour from his body and his muscles to bulge. His mother is again slumped against him, exhausted and stunned from her second orgasm in about twenty minutes. Teddy eyes the bed and gathering his strength, moves away from the wall, Lori now only supported by his hands on her ass cheeks and his cock buried deep inside his mother. He slowly walks towards the bed -- each step causing his cock to momentarily sink deeper inside Lori's womb and drawing a small sound of pleasure from her lips. It is as erotic a scene as I have ever been privileged to witness. Teddy carrying his mother reminds me of an adult carrying a sleeping child to bed -- a child really to old to still be carried. She is slumped in his arms, her legs hanging down and swinging freely.

Dennis recognizes Teddy's need to lay his mother down on the bed and awkwardly backs himself up, guiding Taylor back slowly, tugging on her tits to make his direction clear. Teddy kneels on the bed and eases his mother down, bringing himself to rest atop her, arms braced to keep his weight from crushing her. He does this with care and tenderness, never allowing his cock to slip from Lori's pussy.

Teddy looks up at his sister and father. Taylor leers back between thrusts of her daddy's cock and Dennis gives him a smile and a slow nod, conveying his approval of this incestuous situation. Teddy seems to be choking back tears as he mutters in a strained voice, "I love you," to both of them. He looks down at his mother, her expression one of almost utter bliss and joy and he begins slowly to fuck her again.

As he slides his cock in and out of his mother, her eyes flutter open and she moans, "Oh God! I don't know how much more I can take, but baby, please don't stop!" She arches her body, driving herself up to meet her son's stroke, slowly spreading her legs, trying to open herself up more to him. She realizes she's on the bed and she turns her head to see Taylor looking down, almost above her. 

Mother and daughter share a silent conversation with their eyes and Lori drops one hand from Teddy's shoulders and slides it across the mattress to cover Taylor's hand. Teddy continues to thrust and soon finds himself matching his father's rhythm -- both moving in and out of mother and daughter together. Perhaps it is intentional, perhaps not. Soon mother and daughter are moaning in unison as Teddy and Dennis increase their thrusts. Lori's pussy is adapting to her son's dick and she is wet beyond all belief.

Cries fill the room as Lori and Taylor beg son and father to fuck them harder. Cries become screams and the sound of sweaty flesh slapping sweaty flesh becomes greater and then Taylor squeezes her mother's hand and shouts, "CUMMING, DADDDDY! MAKE ME CUM CUM CUMMMM, DADDDDY!"

The sight of her daughter having an orgasm induced by Dennis sends Lori over the edge as well and she begins bucking and shaking as she comes again while impaled by her son's cock. Teddy groans and succumbs then, crying out, "I LOVE YOU, MOM!" as he drives deep one last time and begins to unload another massive load of hot semen inside his mother's womb.

Seeing his entire family having orgasms around him almost staggers Dennis and he bellows wordlessly as he sinks his shaft all the way inside his daughter and begins to fill her cunt with his sperm. 

The cries of the whole family echo around the room for what seems forever before Dennis falls back, sliding out of his daughter's pussy. Soon after, Teddy uses what little energy he has left to lift himself off his mother, his cock slowly worming its way out of her clasping cunt, his penis still amazingly stiff -- drawing a long moan from his mother as he does before he tumbles onto his side, gasping for air.

Taylor collapses next to her mother, their faces just inches apart. Both struggle to breathe as they descend from the tremendous heights of their orgasms. When Taylor has her breath back, she says in a quiet voice, "Mom, I'm so sorry for all those terrible things I said and the way I acted. Can you forgive me?"

Lori, already wiping tears of pleasure out of her eyes, begins to tear up anew as she reaches out and strokes her daughter's face. "Oh, Taylor, there's nothing to forgive," she says in a hoarse voice. She grins and says, "You were absolutely right about one thing. I definitely needed to get laid!"

Taylor laughs and leans over and begins showering her Mom's face with little kisses. When finally she brushes her mother's lips with her own, both women stiffen and then Lori raises her head and kisses her daughter more firmly, slipping her tongue into Taylor's open mouth!

Mother and daughter share a long French kiss, both leisurely and passionate at the same time while Dennis and Teddy look on in amazement. Teddy has an evil grin on his face as he watches his mother and sister kiss while Dennis sighs and says in an almost reverent voice, "I give thanks to thee, Lord, for showing me the glories I have ever been too blind to see!"

Teddy's cock, now at half mast, begins to recover and even his middle aged father is aroused by the sight. Teddy grins at Dennis and says, "Amen, Dad!" and returns to stare at the two beautiful women.

Lori gives a happy sigh and then almost purrs as Taylor begins nuzzling and licking her throat, lapping up the fucksweat, trailing her tongue down from her mother's neck towards her pert breasts. Lori looks upwards on the bed where her husband is watching her and their daughter with lustful delight. "Baby...Dennis, is everything..."

Her husband smiles and nods before he replies, "It's all good -- we have had a revelation. Perhaps this is why we're here -- to see all the love God offers us that we ourselves deny. I love you, wife!"

Lori again tears up and says, "I love you, husband, now more than ev-OH!" She jerks in surprise as Taylor closes her lips around her mother's swollen nipple and less than gently bites down. Lori purses her lips and blows a kiss to her husband before returning her attention to her daughter who is eyeing her as she sucks her mother's breast.

Taylor's face is full of mischief as she makes her mother groan by tugging on her nipple with her teeth. Finally letting it slip from her mouth, Taylor says in a teasing voice, "Mom, I smell cum! I smell a cunt full of hot, nasty Teddy cum!" The girl kisses her way down her mother's stomach, taunting Lori as she goes. "It smells so good, Mom. Hot jizzum, hot son cum inside a nasty pussy!" Taylor rolls her tongue across her mother's trimmed bush -- making a satisfied sound as she licks of flecks of semen and cunt cream.




The I-Room Ch. 04



"I'm going to eat your pussy, Mother," Taylor teases. "I'm going to suck Teddy's hot spunk right out of your mommy cunt!" The young woman, her strength recovered and now aroused as never before, climbs atop her mother straddling Lori's face -- her own cum filled cunt above her mother's own face. She waggles her hips, flaunting her pussy and flexing her cunt muscles causing a glop of sperm and pussy cream to fall and splatter on her mother's chin and neck.

"Are you hungry, Mother?" Taylor taunts her mom. "Are you dying to find out what Daddy's hot cum tastes like inside your little girl's twat?" With a growl, Taylor dives between her mother's thighs, her tongue lashing out to run the length of Lori's labia, slicing deep to scoop up her brother's cum. 

"Ohhh Taylor, that's lov..." Lori moans before her words are muffled by her daughter's descending pelvis, grinding her bald mound against her mouth. I watch in delighted awe as mother and daughter slurp and lick each other's cunts. The room grows quiet except for the obscene noises of Lori's and Taylor's tongues and mouths devouring pussy and semen. Dennis and Teddy watch amazed, aroused and enraptured by the sapphic and incestuous scene before them.

Lori, her pussy already incredibly sensitized by the tremendous fucking by her son, succumbs first, her body beginning to writhe as Taylor's tongue and lips quickly bring her to a powerful orgasm. Taylor traps her mother's clitoris between her lips and seems to be humming as Lori screams and sobs, actual streamers of pussy juice ejaculating from her cunt. 

As her mother's screams of pleasure fade, Taylor undulates her hips, rubbing her cunt over her mother's face and hisses, "I'm so close, Mom -- please don't stop. Lick my clitty -- suck it and lick it, make me CUM, Mother!" Taylor tightens her thighs against Lori's face and digs her hands into her mother's tight cheeks and rolls them over, still locked in a sixty-nine, bringing her mother on top.

Teddy groans as he takes in his mother's face, red and glistening -- smeared with his father's sperm and his sister's juices. She eyes her son's again erect and throbbing cock and moans, "Fuck Mommy, Teddy!" before focusing on her daughter's pussy, spying Taylor's swollen clitoris and taking it into her mouth. 

Taylor's response is immediate as her body stiffens as if electrified and we all hear her muffled sobs as Lori grinds her cunt down on her daughter's face. Lori, unused to female loving, perhaps is not gentle enough and Taylor's screams of pleasure overload reach her and she eases her grip on her daughter's throbbing nub.

Teddy glances at his father and says, "I gotta fuck Mom some more!"

He's not asking his father for permission, but Dennis nods anyway, his cock now stiff and long again. He and his son knee scramble on their knees until they are lined up with their hearts' desires. Dennis is between Taylor's twitching legs and when Lori senses his presence, she looks up just in time to see three quick spurts of cunt juice shoot from her daughter's cunt to splatter against Dennis's cock and groin.

Lori's eyes widen as she sees Dennis's angry shaft approaching and she groans, "Fuck her, baby! Fuck our little girl!" Dennis does or does not hear her. With the touch of his daughter's hot cream, he is consumed with lust and without hesitation, he rams his cock home, bringing more muffled screams from Taylor as he buries his penis inside her.

Teddy holds off long enough to see this happening, grinning as he moves behind his mother, hands taking hold of her ass and ogling the carnal scene of his sister licking their mother. He places his erection against the wide open folds of his mother's cunt, her flesh hot and glistening from her juices, his sperm and his sister's saliva. Taylor, despite being near mad with pleasure still has the presence of mind to abandon their mother's pussy for a moment and lick her brother's shaft.

"Oh Lord almighty!" Teddy gasps as he watches his sister somehow wrap her lips around his swollen cockhead and clean it of their mother's juices from earlier with her twirling tongue. Taylor gives him a last lick and wheezes, "F-fuck Mom! Fuck Mom now!" 

Now comes Lori's turn to scream as her pussy, already quivering from their previous monster fuck and her daughter's tongue is again assaulted by his thick, erect penis! Seeking comfort, Teddy's mother presses her face into her daughter's naked flesh, currently engorged with Dennis's erect penis. Lori's fingers claw the mattress as she tries to find solace in licking her daughter's pussy and her husband's, her tongue slithering around Taylor's engorged clitoris.

Both women are soon exchanging moans as they duel to push each other past the breaking point, tongues rolling over aroused cunt flesh and licking pussy cream and semen from the constantly thrusting shafts. I am almost moved to tears as I see these four distinct individuals become as one, merging into one loving and incestuous entity bent only on giving and receiving pleasure -- no petty differences or hatreds or resentment, only love in its purest form.

For this family, time has no meaning as they glory in the wonder of their new found understanding of love and its seems as if the music of pleasure echoes off the walls of the I-Room for immeasurable hours before in a crescendo of sobs and cries, all four are in the throes of a mutual orgasm that seems to go on and on forever before the family as one collapses in a weary and well deserved sleep.

I dim the lights and then observe that even exhaustion will not keep them from experiencing their new world. In near darkness throughout the night, kisses and caresses will be traded, pussies will be mounted and fucked sweet and slow, cocks will be tongued and sucked with sweet delight, cum from cunt and penis will be shared and shared again.

Like a family on the point of starvation given free reign in a buffet, Teddy and Lori, Dennis and Taylor will gorge themselves over the next several days, unable to keep their hands off each other. At first, they pair off, parent with child, Lori insatiable when it comes to her son's thick cock. The very act of kneeling in front of Teddy becomes a moving, religious experience as she seems to embody something both sacred and obscene in the intense loving way she sucks her son's cock.

Dennis fucks his daughter with the intensity of a new convert to the faith, his eyes almost glowing with new comprehension of the world. I have to wonder -- did Luther have the same intensity...were the evangelists of the Great Awakenings as profoundly affected as this man as he realizes that there is so much more to believe in? As he strokes in and out of Taylor's slick, wet pussy, he sings praises to his God, thanking his deity endlessly for allowing him the privilege of truly knowing his daughter.

As the days pass, I am pleased to see a rebirth in the romance of Dennis and Lori. By expanding their love to include their children, they have somehow rekindled what had been best a flickering flame into something akin to a raging fire. Taylor and Teddy will watch in awe as their parents make wild, passionate love, overjoyed at the happiness they have never seen before in their parents' faces.

Likewise, Dennis and Lori are enraptured as they watch their son and daughter fuck like mad beasts, Taylor driven almost insane by the intense pleasure Teddy's cock gives her. From the first, they come together like longtime lovers, almost by instinct knowing how to best please the other.

And Lori confesses to her family her utter delight in enjoying lesbian love, allowing Taylor (who will own up to being actively and enthusiastically bisexual since high school), to teach her how to better love another woman. Both women consider pussy a delicacy, even more so when filled with a generous amount of hot semen. Many hours will pass with the men recovering while enjoying the erotic spectacle of mother and daughter eating each other's wet pussies.

New experiences will be had by all -- perhaps none greater than Taylor's leading the men to take Lori together. Lori will weep with joy, suspended between her two male lovers -- her husband's long cock deep in her ass while her son fucks her pussy. She is like an erotic rag doll -- impaled on two large dicks, her body in constant frenzy as she savors being completely filled by cockmeat.

Taylor enjoys those moments too and does what Lori cannot. Although there is much screaming, sweating and pain, Taylor somehow worms her brother's thick penis into her asshole, her orgasm resembling nothing so much as an erotic seizure -- breasts bouncing madly as she comes again and again and then screaming herself hoarse with incestuous pleasure as her father mounts her as well, her long, athletic body trapped between Teddy's and Dennis's insatiable cocks.

I am a long time bringing this sexual spectacle of biblical proportions to a close. Ten days will pass after the family first understands the truth before I can bring myself to intrude on their incestuous Eden. All are resting on the bed after a morning of making love. Teddy is on his back with his mother curled up beside him. Lori is idly fingering herself, occasionally lifting a semen covered finger to her mouth to suck languorously while she waits for her son to recover. Dennis and Taylor too have just finished making love. Dennis is on bottom, trying to catch his breath and his daughter is still riding him, making her orgasm linger as she works her cunt muscles around her father's shaft, delaying his eventual shrinking as she milks every little bit of sperm remaining in Dennis's cock.

"HAVE YOU FOUND ENLIGHTENMENT?" I say, scaring each of them momentarily. "HAVE YOU DISCOVERED YOUR TRUTH?"

The family look at each other, all eventually turning to the head of the family, knowing he should speak. Dennis sits up, wrapping his arms around his daughter, still slowly rocking on his dick. "I think we have found what you brought us here to find."

"AND WHAT IS THAT?" I ask.

Dennis pauses to consider his words, smiling as Taylor leans forward and nuzzles his neck, a little sigh escaping her lips. "The truth is...the truth is that we were blind. We did not see all the possibilities that God offers us -- all the ways of love that are there to be enjoyed and savored and relished."

"YES, THAT IS PART OF TRUTH. PLEASE GO ON."

Dennis nods and replies, "I think that here we found that we get too wrapped in old tradition and morals -- that we lost the meaning of what Jesus taught us -- that love is the greatest thing of all and that love is everywhere around us."

He glances over at Lori and smiles as he sees her slowly stroking their son's cock back to an erection. She is looking at her husband with loving pride and she looks up to the ceiling and says, "We learned that we shouldn't deny the love right in front of us and that love shared only produces more love."

"AND WHEN YOU LEAVE HERE -- WILL YOU CONTINUE TO PRACTICE THIS NEWLY DISCOVERED TRUTH?"

Dennis nods vigorously. "Absolutely!" He looks at each member of our family. "We have experienced a revelation of holy proportions. One would be a fool to deny God's offering of love. We will never give this up and we will, with the Lord's help, try and spread the word -- in our own way, join you in this missionary cause."

"THANK YOU -- I AM HONORED THAT YOU FEEL THAT WAY. I AM PLEASED TO HAVE HAD THE PRIVELEGE OF WITNESSING YOUR REBIRTH AND YOUR LOVE FOR EACH OTHER."

I confess that I am sad to see them leave -- they embody so much what I believe and want to share with the world. Come morning, they wake up back in the world, dressed and in their family van not three miles from their home. As always, the media descends upon them after the authorities announce their safe return. The family is grilled mercilessly by the various involved law enforcement agencies. They provide no more insight into their abduction than any of the previous "victims." 

As our government offers up its latest salacious scandal, the media will eventually abandon the family and they will try and pick up the old threads of their lives and attempt to weave their new understanding of the world with their old ways. It is difficult. Dennis is a changed man and his congregation quickly picks up on it. His sermons of hellfire and brimstone are replaced with impassioned sermons on embracing the love that Jesus offers -- to be like him and embrace the concept of loving your fellow man and woman. His traditionalist church is not amused.

Nor are they happy with the more affectionate and passionate woman who is Dennis's wife. She embraces life more freely than ever before, her happiness exhibited in the sexier clothes she wears and the attitudes she expresses. When Taylor, who four months after the ordeal becomes pregnant, it is clear to both the family and the church that they are not compatible any longer and Dennis offers his resignation.

At this point, I send my representative, both with the compensatory boon contained within the bank deposit book in their name, but with an offer. Many people in the world assume that the enlightened ones who embrace family love have no use for religion, but nothing can be further from the truth. We are of many faiths and we, like everyone else, have need of spiritual guidance. I have served in that capacity, but acknowledge that I am just a layman in such matters. Our island has need of a minister and though my representative, I offer Dennis the position and he accepts.

I will be in the third row when Dennis delivers his first sermon, praying for everyone to find their god's blessings. I will be there when his and Taylor's new daughter is christened and proudly accept the duty as little Tina's godfather, a duty I hope to be offered again when Lori gives birth to Teddy's child. Lori, wise as only a mother can be is correct. "Love shared only produces more love."

Again, I pronounce the I-Room a success. I offer up prayers of happiness, knowing it will not be the last.

The End...for now.



The I-Room



"I'm saying...oh, God, this is hard. I'm saying I'm sorry I didn't understand the effect my body had...is having on you. I suppose I should be flattered." Joanna stops and hugs herself, inadvertently ballooning up her cleavage which causes her son's cock to rise a little more. Joanna's gaze lingers on his erection a little longer before she continues. "I'm saying, Danny, I know you are terribly horny...sexually aroused and I'm saying..."

I lean forward in my seat and say a silent prayer. Joanna smiles, embarrassed at her words. "Go ahead and masturbate, Danny. Mommy understands."

Danny looks as if he's been hit with a large stick. "Really, Mom? Um...right now?"

Joanna sighs and scoots back on the bed, her back against the wall, well aware that her body is on display for her son. She sits primly, her legs together, bush visible, but not her tender, wet flesh. Still, by any measure, Danny's mother is an erotic sight...her breasts proud and firm, nipples thick, long and erect. "Go ahead, Danny. I'm ready. I think."

Danny looks embarrassed and excited. His hand is on his cock in a blink of an eye and he begins to stroke it. Joanna tries to watch his eyes, but she is continually drawn down to the seven inches of meat rising up from her son's crotch. Hr nipples swell even more and the flush of arousal is creeping across her throat and chest. She squirms uncomfortably as if she has an itch she cannot scratch. Danny's gaze roams freely across his mother's nakedness; admiring the soft heaving of her breasts and peering closely at her thick bush of pubic hair.

Too soon, Danny erupts, blurting out, "I love you, MOM!" as he begins to cum. He catches his ejaculating sperm in his free hand, thick wads of creamy semen. Joanna's mouth opens in surprise as she is amazed by how much her son cums. Panting and shaking a little from the intensity of his orgasm, Danny repeats himself. "I love you, Mom!"

"I love you, Danny," Joanna replies, climbing off the bed. She picks up her old, discarded panties and cleans her son's hand off.

"YOU ARE A GOOD MOTHER, JOANNA." I tell them.

"Go to hell, Creep!" Joanna snaps back.

"NEVERTHELESS, THAT WAS SOMEWHAT A LEAP FORWARD IN ATTITUDE FOR YOU, BUT I COMMEND YOU FOR PUTTING YOUR SON'S NEEDS FIRST."

"I hope this makes you happy, you pervert." Joanna is embarrassed, perhaps having forgotten that there is a witness to her actions.

"I AM HAPPY. HAPPY FOR YOU AND CERTAINLY FOR YOUR SON, BUT, JOANNA, DON'T FORGET YOUR OWN NEEDS."

Danny asks her what I mean, but she shakes her head and encourages him to take a nap. He does and she lies down with him. As he sleeps, Joanna stares at his still half erect cock draped on his thigh. Her hand idly trails over her stomach and into her bush. She uses a finger to trace the slit of her pussy, flowering her cunt open. She shivers with delight, but Danny shifts and rolls, his arm falling across her stomach, his plump cock plopping against her thigh. I see Joanna struggle with herself, tears fall down her face. She stops fingering herself and tries to fall asleep. It takes her a long time.

Later that evening, Danny approaches her again. His dick is once again hard. "Mom?" he asks.

Joanna has been pacing back and forth, trying to burn off nervous energy. Danny watches her every movement, ogling her breasts bounce as she paces and the cute wiggle of her ass as she walks. "Yes, honey, what is it?"

"Um...should I...if I want to masturbate, how...um, do you want me to ask you first?"

Joanna stops in her tracks. "Already? Didn't you..." She eyes her son's penis. "I don't know if you're a horny teenager or if I'm really that good looking."

Danny blushes and says, "Maybe both, Mom. Don't you know how pretty you are?"

Joanna laughs somewhat bitterly. "Boys always say things like that when they're horny." She climbs onto the bed, lying on her stomach. Her heavy, full breasts flatten and spread from beneath her and her fleshy, but firm ass cheeks are proudly on display. She turns her head towards Danny. "Thank you for asking. I would like for you to ask first."

Danny waits uncertainly. Joanna smiles at her son and in suddenly husky voice, says, "Go ahead, son."

She watches as he strokes his pole. He watches her. Just before Danny cums, his mother murmurs huskily, "I love you, son." Her words seem to trigger his orgasm and he is almost caught off guard. Even so, the first streamer of semen shoots over his hand and plops wetly on his mother's left ass cheek.

When Danny is able, he says in almost a whisper, "I'm sorry, Mom."

Joanna sighs and wipes up the jism with her fingers. She glances at the thick wad of cock cream and as she wipes and rubs it into her thigh, replies, "That's all right...accidents happen." Danny doesn't notice that when his back is turned, his mother licks her fingers and smiles.

The next two days are hard for Joanna. Danny approaches her six times during the two days and each time she allows him to masturbate while she poses primly for him. It is becoming hard on her though. Now she is the one in a constant state of arousal...nipples swollen and aching, pussy wet and on fire. Despite several showers, she reeks of rut, causing her son to react even more, not understanding that he is instinctively reacting to his mother's desires and needs and her sexually charged body aroma.

Joanne is on edge, but manages to be supportive of her son, even teasing him at times about, "How much sperm can one man produce?"

It is the middle of the following day, she is allowing Danny to jack off while she poses as she did the first time, sitting up, her legs together. She squirms as if terribly uncomfortable. A hand strays to her right breast and she trails a finger around her heavy breast, finally rubbing a nipple. Joanna isn't even aware that she's doing it.

Danny groans as she plays with her breast. Joanna glances downward and realizes what she's doing. A hint of a smile plays across her face. I comprehend that another moment of decision is approaching. Joanna pulls her knees upwards slowly and then even more slowly spreads her knees apart, giving her son his first really unobstructed view of her hairy pussy. As she spreads her knees, she lets her legs slip down forming a diamond at which the top is her cunt. She slides a hand down her thigh, letting her fingers tangle in her bush and then uses one finger to spread out her pussy lips. Joanna is already aroused and it takes very little urging for her labia to flower out, revealing her wet, pink cunt meat, juices visibly oozing down to her ass crack.

Joanna looks up at her son, defiant yet shy, and smiles lovingly at him as he finishes stroking. Danny's cock jerks and erupts with a furious burst and Danny totally obsessed with ogling his mother's body, forgets to cup his free hand and catch his jism. Streamers of semen arch across the bed and splatter his mother's body. His first spurt splashes on his mother's left breast, a second streamer lands on her stomach, and a third shoots into her bush, clinging to her pubic hair.

As he winds down, he starts to babble an apology, but Joanna holds up her hand. "No, baby...Mommy's not mad. It was my fault. I was...teasing you. I can't get over you thinking I'm pretty and sexy." As his mother speaks, she is using fingers to wipe his sperm off her chest and belly, ignoring the wad of semen in her bush.

"But, Mom, you are hot and sexy!" Danny insists. He hesitates before speaking again. "Why did you do that, though? Uh...showing me your...um, pussy?" Joanna's legs are still spread and she shows no inclination to move.

Joanna bites her lower lip (forgive me for forgetting to mention, Joanna has a cock hardening overbite!), and giggles. "I don't really know, son. I...uh, guess seeing you hard all the time has me worked up a little." Joanna shrugs. "I guess Mommy's horny too."

Danny's cock rises a little from its half erect state with this sudden frank talk with his mother. "Um, I guess...well, Mom, maybe you should do what I do...masturbate."

"I can't, Danny. Not in front of you like this."

"Why not, Mom? I've been jacking off in front of you for days. And...and I've seen you do it before."

Joanna looks up in surprise. "When? Certainly not here."

Danny shrugs his shoulders bashfully. "Last summer. Mrs. Brown gave me a ride home from the ball practice. I went up to my room and I saw you in the backyard sunbathing. I could see your breasts."

"Omigod, son. I was...I wasn't wearing that white bikini, was I?"

Danny replies, "Yeah. Only you had the top off. I watched you put your fingers down under the bikini and play with yourself.

Joanna sits up...her nipples so hard and long. "What did you do?"

"I, um...I jacked off watching you finger fuck yourself."

Joanna moans and falls back against the pillow. "I had no idea...the very thought of you masturbating watching me masturbate. It's sooo wicked, so...ohhmmmm!" Joanna can't take it anymore. She plunges her fingers into her pussy...the same fingers covered in Danny's semen!

Danny watches his mother's display of carnality for a few minutes as his cock quickly recovers and then he begins masturbating again. Mother and son masturbate together, watching each other as both build to climax. Danny shoots another load seconds after his mother begins cries out in orgasm, four fingers plunged deep into her cunt.

After catching her breath, Joanna looks at her gooey, cream covered fingers, pussy juice and sperm mixed together. "My God, son. What you must think of your mommy now."

Danny grins. "I think my Mom is the sexiest, most wonderful Mom in the world!" He climbs into bed and kisses his Mom on the cheek. They snuggle and talk lowly...mostly little endearments and "I love you."

That evening, I dim the lights, but neither Joanna or her son appear to be sleepy. They lay side by side holding hands, both staring up at the ceiling. Both are quiet for a long time. Danny's cock stands up straight, long and very hard.

"Danny?"

"Yes, Mom?"

"When you jacked off...watching me in the backyard, I wish I had known. I wish I could have watched you too."

Danny's cock head swells. He begins to stroke his penis. Joanna sighs and I see her free hand begin to finger her cunt. Their moans and sighs fill the air. Then...oh, then I see Joanna release her son's hand and slide it across his belly and Joanna wraps her fingers around her son's thick, erect dick. Slowly, she begins to stroke Danny's cock!

"Ohhh, Mom!" Danny gasps. Joanna reaches across with her other hand, fingers smeared with cunt cream and takes Danny's hand. She guides him to her breast, urging her son silently to knead her tit flesh...to toy and pinch her nipple. Joanna spreads her legs wider, draping one shapely leg over Danny's thigh and she guides her son's hand down across her belly, through her thick muff and between her legs.

"Oh, son...I love you!" Joanna sighs. Mother and son now masturbate each other. Joanna gasps for breath as she talks Danny through the process of finger fucking his mother. Danny's mom brings him to the edge of cumming again and again. Finally, both tumble over the edge and they orgasm almost simultaneously, the air thick with the smell of fuck sweat, jism and pussy juice. Mother and son roll together, embracing...Danny's fingers still in his mother's pussy and Joanna's fingers keeping a firm grip on her son's dick. They kiss, Joanna's tongue diving into her son's mouth, a passionate soul kiss.

I am overjoyed as they kiss and touch...delighted when Joanna licks her fingers clean of her son's semen. Danny responds by sporting another erection and licking his mother's juices off his own fingers. They fall asleep, hands on each other's sex, smiling as they slumber.

The dam is broken. A mother's and son's greatest, most secret desires have been released and having been unleashed, have no restraints. Morning finds Joanna kneeling in front of her son, jerking him off into her face. He explodes with thick streamers splashing across his mother's face. She laughs and wipes her face clean, licking her fingers hungrily. "Your father just doesn't understand how much I enjoy the taste of cum," Joanna tells Danny.

Afternoon finds Joanna flat on her back, legs propped up over Danny's shoulders as she instructs him on how to fist fuck her pussy. Her screams alarm her son as she orgasms, but he literally clamps her cunt muscles down around his hand, refusing to let him go. As evening falls, Joanna kneels between her son's thighs and sucks his cock for the first time. Danny actually cries as his mother drinks his semen and sucks him dry. They fall asleep that night, Danny's face still nestled in his mother's pussy after eating her cunt until she passed out from exhaustion.

The next morning finds mother and son locked in a passionate sixty-nine, arms and legs wrapped tightly around each other as they lick and suck each other to orgasm. Like newlyweds, they can't keep their hands off each other. When resting, they talk quietly, both confessing the unspoken desire for each other that has been building for a long time...the long repressed love they have both felt for each other.

For two days, they continue to lick, suck and touch each other. They discuss whether they should go all the way...both aware of the consequences, both aware of me, both burning for each other. It is obvious though, that their need for each other, their desire to express the ultimate expression of their love will overwhelm them.

The next day I watch as mother and son pet and neck all day long. Joanna breaks down, telling her son how much she loves them and that though society may condemn them, she wants her son to make love to her. Danny and Joanna kiss and embrace. Joanna lies back on the bed and spreads her legs wide. Her son climbs between her thighs. His cock is more swollen than I've ever seen it...precum oozing from the tip. His mother guides his cock towards her wet and flowered pussy. It is time.

"THE MOMENT OF TRUTH HAS ARRIVED," I announce.

"Damn it, Creep," Joanna snaps. "Aren't you happy enough just to watch us? Aren't you getting your rocks off watching a mother and son have sex?"

"YOU HAVE BEEN EXCITING TO WATCH, BUT NOW...NOW YOU HAVE DISCOVERED WHAT YOU ARE TO EACH OTHER. NOW YOU ARE ABOUT TO FULLFILL YOUR DESTINY. BUT, YOU HAVE A CHOICE."

Both of them groan. "What choice, Creep?" asks Danny. His cock visibly throbs as it is so achingly close to his mother's flowered, soaked pussy.

I flick a switch and both turn and look as the door to their room opens. "WHAT IS YOUR DESIRE? YOU ARE FREE TO LEAVE OR IS MAKING LOVE TO EACH OTHER, COMMITTING MOTHER-SON INCESTUOUS LOVE MORE IMPORTANT. WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

Total silence as mother and son look at each other, look at the door and freedom and then return to stare into each other's eyes.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

Joanna looks intently into her son's eyes. In a loud, clear, determined voice, Joanna says, "I want my son to fuck me. Please, Danny, fuck me. Fuck Mommy hard!"

"I love you, Mom!" Danny moans and plunges his hips forward, sinking his hard cock into his mother's hot, steamy cunt! Joanna sobs as she flings her pelvis upwards to meet her son's thrusting cock. Her legs come up and cross behind Danny's back and she pulls her son to her as cock is buried deep within pussy until mother and son are joined as one.

Danny and his mother embrace as he lowers his head to kiss Joanna on the lips. Joanna grinds her pubic mound against Danny's crotch, his pubic hair entangling with her thick bush even as her heavy breasts crushes against her son's chest, nipples dragging deliciously against his skin. For long minutes, they move only subtly, each trying to get closer to the other to become one orgasmic organism.

Then with his mother whispering endearments and guidance, Danny begins to slowly piston his thick dick in and out of his mother's pussy. Joanna moans and coos as pleasure sweeps through her body. Mother and son move back and forth, driving into each other's body.

"Yessss, sweet Danny! Fuck Mommy long and slow," Joanna sobs. Minutes pass and their movements quicken. Danny is struck dumb by the incredible sensation of his having his mother's pussy wrapped around his erect penis. Joanna guides her son's lips to her rigid nipples and he bites and sucks them as he drives his cock into his mother's pussy with increasing force.

Arms and legs wrapped around her son's body, Joanna cries out, urging Danny to fuck her harder. "Yessss, son! Give it all to Mommy! Fuck me with your big dick! I want it all, Danny. Give Mommy all your fat cock loving!"

Covered with fuck sweat, their bodies slapping together noisily, both mother and son scream as they begin to orgasm. Danny pumping a monster load of hot semen into his mother's womb sends Joanna into an incredible orgasm, her body arching upwards as if she is being electrified. Both sob and groan and kiss. Exhaustion sets in and mother and son fall asleep, Danny's cock still buried deep inside Joanna's pussy.

While they sleep, I enter and leave them a gift, taking a moment to appreciate the erotic sight of a mother and son embraced in post-coital bliss. 

The next morning, they begin the day with Joanna squatting on her son's ever hard cock, fucking him with breathtaking intensity. Joanna is an icon of motherly sexuality as she bounces up and down on Danny's stiff dick, her thick mane of hair whipping about as her meaty tits bounce up and down.

Later, they find the bottle of champagne with the note, "Congratulations. Consider the next few days as your honeymoon!"

And they do. For the next seven days, I am a privileged witness to an incredible exhibition of incestuous carnality as Joanna and her son fuck and fuck and fuck in every conceivable position. Danny prefers fucking his mother in the old fashioned missionary position while Joanna seems to favor taking her son's cock doggie style. Every morning seems to begin with a sperm facial as Joanna jacks and sucks Danny's cock until her son sprays her face with his jism. Once a day at least, Danny licks his mother's cunt clean of his semen and shares it with Joanna in a deep soul kiss that usually results in another incestuous fuck.

On the last evening of that seventh day, I speak to them for the last time. "HOW ARE YOU TODAY?" I ask this as they cuddle after a particularly intense bout of mother-son lovemaking.

"Perfect, Creep, even if you were watching us make love," answers Joanna.

"I CONFESS. I WAS WATCHING. YOU AND YOUR SON ARE MAGNIFICENT LOVERS."

Even lying naked in her son's arms with his sperm leaking from her pussy, Joanna manages to blush.

"ANY REGRETS?" I ask.

Joanna considers for a moment. "Only...I didn't know what I had right under my own roof. My husband hasn't really been a husband in many years and I'd forgotten how wonderful love can be."

"ARE YOU IN LOVE WITH DANNY?"

Joanna looks at her son with both the gaze of motherly love and carnal love...a delicious blend. "Oh yes! I'm head over heels in love with my Danny!"

"AND DANNY, ARE YOU IN LOVE WITH YOUR MOTHER?"

Danny smiles, hugging his mother to him possessively. "Yes, with all my heart." Joanna coos and kisses him.

"AND WHEN YOU LEAVE HERE, WILL YOUR RELATIONSHIP SURVIVE?"

Mother and son gaze at each other. I've heard them discuss this late at night. "We...we don't know how, but we both know there is no going back," Joanna says. "No matter what, we will be together.

"I HOPE SO. A LOVE LIKE YOU TWO SHARE IS A RARE AND PRECIOUS THING."

"I don't get you, Creep. Besides getting your rocks off, what do you get out of this?" Joanna asks.

"IT IS TRUE THAT I SAVOR YOUR EROTIC, INCESTUOUS RELATIONSHIP, BUT MY REWARD IS TO HAVE THE PRIVELEGE TO HAVE PLAYED A ROLE IN THE BIRTH OF SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL."




The I-Room



"Well, whatever your perverted game is...thank you," Joanna says. "I truly found my true love here," she adds as her hand fondles her son's growing cock.

"YOU'RE WELCOME. GOOD NIGHT."

And so their time with me ends. That night, sedatives in their food render them unconscious. They awake the next morning before dawn, in Joanna's minivan, parked in a deserted parking lot of a shopping mall. My devices implanted in their car provide me with their tale of astonishment and disbelief. They have been my guests for twenty days...or a lifetime, depending on your point of view.

They recognize their location and only belatedly realize they are now dressed. The decide to go to the nearest police station, but to my delight, Joanna suggests one last bout of lovemaking, "Before all the hoopla starts." They climb into the back of the van and Joanna spreads her legs for a tender bout of mother-son lovemaking until the sun rises. It gives me courage and hope.

Their return is greeted as a media sensation. For almost three weeks, the authorities have been searching for them, but to no avail. Joanna's husband was the police's number one suspect. For days, speculations abound. I am somewhat grateful that Joanna and Danny act clueless. They report being held prisoner in a windowless room, never meeting their captor whom they dubbed, "The Creep." The pallor of their skin bears out their imprisonment. In private, information not released to the press, they admit to the authorities that they were kept naked during their imprisonment. Only one FBI agent even hints at a sexual relationship between mother and son, but he is summarily shouted down by other law officers.

After a few days, things settle down. The media dogs pursue other, fresher stories. Joanna and Danny return home to a lukewarm welcome from her husband. Joanna and Danny can resist their needs and desires for only a day or so. My monitors show Joanna slipping into her son's bedroom and sucking his cock after her husband falls asleep.

While the husband is at work or out playing golf, Danny spends the time well, with his mother, pleasuring Joanna with his mouth and cock. It is a sad commentary on her husband's part that he shows even less interest in sex with his wife than ever before. 

Mother and son steal every minute they can and I'm proud of their efforts. And then Joanna misses her period. "Their "honeymoon" proves to have been productive. Joanna is pregnant with her son's baby. Joanna decides the time is right. She files for divorce. Her husband, discovering his wife is "knocked up," takes almost everything. Joanna and Danny move into a rundown apartment, scared, broke, starting their new lives from scratch, but deeply in love and committed to creating their own family. It is time to bring them full circle.

I send one of my attorneys to visit them. He tells them that an old friend they might know as "The Creep" wishes to help. He hands them a savings account deposit book that has $500,000 in it. The account is in both their names. He offers them round trip tickets to an island in the South Pacific. It is near Tahiti and has every modern convenience including a hospital.

"Our mutual friend would like to invite you to live on his island. He wishes you to know that all residents there appreciate and enjoy the lifestyle you have chosen for yourselves." My attorney smiles knowingly. "I live there and I hope you will visit my home. My daughter and I would love to get to know you both." He tells them the choice is theirs. Regardless, the money is theirs to keep.

To my delight, they come to my island within the month. Joanna is six months along by now. Joanna and her son marvel at the relaxed nature of my island's society. Many chose to go au-natural...it is law that clothing is optional. Not quite ready to go naked in public, Joanna favors a micro-bikini that barely contains her now even heavier milk swollen breasts. After meeting many couples, (fathers-daughters, brother-sisters, other mother-sons, uncles-nieces and so on) and families (larger family groups that have embraced incest), Joanna and Danny decide to take the final step.

On a beautiful Sunday morning, Joanna in her white, almost transparent bikini and her son, Danny, are married...the lovely, incestuous bride radiant with a seven months pregnant swollen belly. They shed their last inhibitions by celebrating their joining by making love in front of all their new friends, including their minister and friend, referred to affectionately as "The Creep." 

Two months later, Joanna delivers a beautiful baby boy. Today, mother and son and their toddler live happily amongst those they consider friends and family.

The I-Room has been a success. I look forward to future challenges.

The End?