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A Nephew Come to Stay

By: markydaysaid



Samantha Day was exhausted as she drove into the shaded driveway of her Southern California home. She had decided to take a half day at the office, something you got to do when you were the boss, and enjoy the sunny Friday afternoon. It was a sweltering ninety degrees but that was exactly how Samantha liked it. All the more reason to get naked.

Walking through her front door she came into her large Spanish style home, stripping off her form fitting business suit with every step. First came her black pinstriped jacket that revealed a good portion of her large cleavage, then the white silk blouse that was almost transparent with sweat. She unzipped the tight pinstripe skirt that fit her shapely ass like a glove and let it fall to the floor.

Standing in only her black designer bra, thong, and hose, she was angry to see that the living room was a mess. Dishes were still out, some of her daughters' clothes were scattered about, and the furniture was out of order.

Did Maria not come today?

Samantha thought about the timid little Mexican girl she had hired not a month ago to come and clean three times a week. Maria was a scared, quiet, and easily intimidated worker, just the kind that Samantha liked. Samantha liked that Maria worked for pennies on the dollar and had learned to not be uncomfortable when Samantha strutted about the house naked or had sex by the pool with one of her much younger boy-toys, but right now the domineering business woman was considering firing the lazy little bitch.

Samantha sat on the couch and peeled off her hose before messaging her feet a little. Wearing high heels all day hurt like hell but it made her killer ass stand out more, and Samantha relied on her looks as much as her iron will to get ahead in the man's world of advertising. There wasn't a man at her firm she couldn't break like a twig, save for one particular stud, Brock Jackson, the chairman of her firm's board of directors. He was chiseled from stone, both his mind and his body, and more than once Samantha got wet just by thinking about him. Too bad he had a slutty little twenty something for a new wife, otherwise Samantha was sure she could get her claws in him..

Freeing her giant tits from the restraints of her bra Samantha got up and climbed the stairs to her bedroom, leaving her expensive négligée hanging on the handrail. She intentionally left her things laying about, cleaning up after one's self was a sign of submission, something for a mousy housewife to do, and Samantha Day was not a fucking housewife. She was a cougar.

Besides, she had two daughters, a son, and that lazy wetback Maria to clean up after her.

She left her sweaty thong in the hallway and entered her room naked save for her diamond earrings, which she carefully replaced to a locked wooden box. Feeling a little horny she grabbed a towel, some sunscreen, a vibrator, and an erotic novel she was working through before heading out to the pool. On the way she saw herself in the mirror and admired the hotness that she still was, even at 45. She never missed a trip to the gym, and some very expensive and discreet surgery had gone into keeping her tits as high and round as they had been in her twenties. She had never breast fed any of her three brats, not if it meant letting her large, perfect fuck-pillows turn into dripping milk-bags. Her skin was tan, mostly because of a spray, but it certainly wasn't as smooth as it once was, and sunspots had appeared on some parts of her body. She was curvy, thick even, but not fat, and her long brown hair fell to the middle of her back. Her emerald green eyes stood out radically, which she loved. She cut men in half with those eyes. 

But as she went around the side of her house to the pool area she heard the familiar sounds of sex in the air. It was close, too close to be one of her neighbors (who were not the type to have sex outside anyway). It was coming from her backyard, right next to the pool.

Could it have been her eldest daughter, Sadie? She actually hoped so. Already 25 and yet Sadie rarely had any boyfriends. She was tall and skinny, pale skin unlike her mother, and she had shorter brown hair that fell to her shoulders and was highlighted blonde. She had medium sized breasts, but she was so skinny they really popped. Samantha had worried her oldest was a lesbian, but there was certainly the sounds of a man grunting coming from the pool.

Was it her youngest daughter, Daisy? No, she was 18 now but much too young to be fucking the way these two obviously were. Daisy was especially cute, with short brown hair and big green eyes she retained the look of a much younger girl, which unfortunately meant that she was as flat as a board. At least Daisy had a boyfriend though, who was an idiot, but at least he was cute, and if what Samantha thought was true he had a good dick. Samantha did not believe for a second that the porno level grunting she was hearing could come from her sweet little Daisy.

Could it be her son, Mark? Ha! That made Samantha want to laugh. Mark was a weak little nerd, no chance he'd ever get some pussy back here.

Then suddenly it occurred to Samantha that it might be Maria. Was that little slut getting fucked by some Mexican stud on Samantha's property? Did this happen often? Samantha almost never got home this early, for all she knew Maria was having orgies all over her house with all of her gangster amigos.

Well Samantha was going to put an end to that.

Samantha walked right to the pool area carrying her things, not bothering to cover nudity an any way. She was horny and she was pissed. Just as she suspected, there was Maria bouncing up and down on some spic's lap, moaning like a fucking bitch, her brown tits bouncing up and down like two little basketballs, and her brown hair roughly messed up.

Samantha couldn't see whatever beaner it was laying in the pool chair fucking his maid, but she was going to call the police on him, as soon as she was down slapping the shit out of Maria.

"You little bitch," Samantha spoke up, hands resting on her wide naked hips. "Is this what I'm paying you for?"

"Señora Day!" the frightened Maria almost screamed. She hurried to cover her breasts, but the man under her never stopped thrusting his large cock into her dripping cunt, so Maria lost control and started moaning. "I sorry, I sorry, I . . . oh . . . AY PAPI I'M CUMMING!!!"

The stud under the climaxing maid had to hold on to her hips to keep her on. She was bucking up and down like a wild horse was under her, even though her lover barely wasn't moving much anymore. Finally he lost control of her, or he just gave up, and Maria fell to the ground shaking like a maniac and spraying from her pussy like a water-balloon had popped up her cunt.

Samantha was so shocked (and aroused) by her maid's amazing orgasm that she didn't recognize the stud who had just fucked her at first. It was her nephew, Bobby Scagliotti.

"Bobby?" Samantha announced with surprise. "What the fuck are you doing here?" But the only thing she could really focus on was her nephew's perfect body. She had always known her sister's son was hunk, but seeing him naked and covered in sweat was an orgasm for the eyes. He was a lean mass of perfect sculpted muscle, his face devilish and handsome, and his black messy hair was just begging to be touched. Most amazing of all was his monster cock. Almost a foot's worth of pulsing, wet, iron-hard, mind-destroying, pussy-breaking meat stood right below Samantha's wide blue eyes. He was perfect. 

"Oh, hey Aunt Sammy," he greeted nonchalantly. "Thinking you'd do some nude sunbathing huh? That's cool."

Suddenly Samantha was reminded that she was completely naked. She was often naked around her own children, it was part of her dominance, but the idea that this perfect sexual being was studying her, and that he was her nephew, made her blush from head to toe. Her tan may have hid it though. The only tan-line she had was the outline of a tiny thong that rode high up her hips. She left it there on purpose because she thought it was hot. She tried to cover herself for a moment, but gave up when she realized that made her look weak.

"Asshole," she was angry, but her voice was husky. "I asked what the fuck you are doing here, fucking my maid, naked by my pool? Answers!"

He shrugged like he didn't give a shit. "Mom is on a month long trip to Jamaica with some rich banker dude she's been fucking, but knowing her she won't be there a day before she leaves him for the first big black cock to come her way. Since I was gonna be alone I thought I'd come by and hang with you guys for the rest of summer."

"So you just moved into my house? Without asking me first?" Samantha was pissed. She hated unannounced guests, even if they were hard studs. 

"Sure. I'm a spontaneous kind of guy." He smiled like he had done nothing inconsiderate at all. 

"So what about this shit?" Samantha asked pointing at the passed out Mexican maid. Maria had feinted after her orgasm. 

"Oh, Melina?"

"Maria," Samantha corrected.

"Whatever. Look, I haven't busted a nut in two weeks, she was here, she was willing, I like spicy food, so I fucked her. What's the problem with that?"

Samantha couldn't bring herself to answer. Her body was boiling over with equal parts rage and arousal. And what was he complaining about going two weeks without sex? Was that really a long time for him? Was he that virile? 

Before Samantha could come up with something to say Maria started to stir. She got up and blinked in confusion, not remembering where she was. Before she got a chance to remember the back of Samantha's hand, the hand with a diamond ring on it, struck her in the face with the force of a professional boxer. Maria practically spun through the air before landing painfully on the concrete poolside. 

"Stand up you dirty fence-hopping slut! I said stand the fuck up!" Samantha yelled at the terrified girl who was now bleeding from her busted lip.

"Señora Day, I am so sorry, I-"

"Shut the fuck up whore, don't even pretend you know fucking English. I pay you to clean. Comprende? Not fuck. Clean."

" Sí, I mean, yes. Yes, I clean." Maria was crying and trying to cover her sweaty nakedness as the giant bitch stood over her, also naked. 

"Good. Now go clean my house before I shove my foot so far up your dirty cunt my knee touches your clit. Go!"

Not even bothering to get dressed Maria complied with her instructions. She ran into the house and started cleaning, never even looking back and the monstrous bitch who seemed ready to kill at a moment's notice.

"Damn," Bobby whistled. "I like to talk some shit when I'm horny too, but you take it to another level. You were so scary I almost lost my hard-on."

To Samantha's amazement her nephew was in fact sill hard. His eleven inches of thick iron stuck straight up like a flagpole. Something deep inside her body told her to just go over to him and sit on it, but she resisted her animalistic urge. This was her sister's son after all.

"It's about dominance. No one will respect you if you don't have dominance." That was Samantha's philosophy of life, and it had worked well so far.

Bobby chuckled. "I bet you got all kinds of whips and chains and shit under your bed. I've fucked a few crazy chicks like you. They all act like their in charge, and they wanna be on top, but this," he said while stroking his sex-hammer, "conquers all."

To Samantha that sounded like a challenge, and if it had come from any other man she would have fucked him to within an inch of his life, just to show him how weak he was, but she couldn't do that to Bobby. 

"Look," she changed the subject. "You can stay here for the weekend, but that's it, then you're on the first bus home. I'm not putting up another brat for the rest of the summer. And while you're here no more pussy. This is my house, I'm the only one who fucks here." Samantha didn't wait for a response and dove into the water, giving Bobby a very generous view of her round ass as she did so. The water was warm but the sudden shock of it sent shivers through her body, and suddenly she was aware of how absolutely horny she was. She did a few laps hoping that would calm her down, but it didn't. If anything the smooth water gliding over her swollen mound pushed her further into her sexual daze. She felt like a time bomb ready to explode.

She climbed out of the pool and was amazed that she could actually feel every drop of water dripping of her curvaceous body. Despite this heightened awareness she had never felt so out of it. She use to do drugs, part of her hard-party lifestyle as a young woman, but this was different. It was amazing. 

She saw her arrogant nephew watching her. He was just laying there as if there wasn't anything awkward about his preposterous genitals standing erect, or his aunt's soaking nudity. She slowly walked over to where he was, her tits and ass jiggling with every step. She took the pool chair next to him and relaxed, letting the hot California sun dry her off. She knew she was hot, she couldn't help it. Her breasts heaved with every labored breath, and her pussy mound was more swollen than it had been in years, not since she dated the black boxer who had used her cunt like a punching bag. She tried to cross her legs but it hurt, her pussy was just too ripe, so she just laid there with her legs spread like a horny slut.

She felt like she was going to fall asleep when a steady whacking sound got her attention. Her nephew was masturbating right next to her. Even though he could have used both hands on his monster he just slowly stroked it with one, concentrating mostly on his bulbous head.

"Bobby, that's not appropriate," Samantha weakly scolded. Her voice was incredible husky.

"C'mon, Aunt Samantha. Gimme a break. I already told you I haven't busted a nut in two weeks and watching you swim made me feel like my balls are going to pop. It hurts, you know?"

"You just fucked Maria, how are you still hard?" Samantha ignored the part about how she made him horny, although the fact both delighted and frustrated her.

"She came like three times, but she never got me off. I don't think she's very experienced." He was clearly frustrated, almost in pain. "She just got me to the edge, but getting me to bust is the hardest part."

"Then go take care of yourself inside. There is some lotion in the bathroom." Samantha couldn't believe she was giving her nephew instructions on how and where to jerk off.

"That's not gonna do it. I need some visual stimulation."

"Mark probably has all kinds of porn on his computer." Samantha was aware of her son's pathetic masturbatory addiction. "It's mostly that Japanese cartoon stuff though."

"No, I hate that hentai shit. I need a real woman." He started beating himself so hard that it looked painful, but Samantha could tell her nephew wasn't getting any closer to the hard-earned release he deserved. She wondered if he had been serious about his testicles hurting. Could he really be in pain? Did his body just produce so much semen that he needed to release it regularly?

"Aunt Samantha, I feel weird asking this, but can you help me out here?"

The implication of his request almost gave Samantha a heart attack. "What?"

"My balls, you know. I'm really backed up here. It's not good for my health. Can you loosen me up a bit?" He was serious, and his devilish eyes even seemed sincere in their pleading.

"What are you asking me to do exactly?" Samantha's heart was thumping in her chest, her pussy ready to pop.

Bobby looked into her eyes. His face was more handsome than the devil's. "I want you to come over here and suck my dick. I want you to massage my balls, and I want you to wrap my cock in your giant tits and pump. Anything, just help me cum."

Samantha had nothing to say to her nephew's request. She stood up and walked the three steps to the foot of his chair and knelt down so that her large breasts rested on his the inside of his muscular thighs. She watched a smirk grew ever large on his face, realizing with every moment that his hot aunt was actually going to service his eager cock.

She smirked back and then devoted her attention to the sexual idol pulsing upward from between her breasts. With little hesitation she reached out with both hands and began slowly stroking his impressive shaft. It was so long she really did need both hands, and it was so thick that her thumbs barely touched her fingers. She leaned over just a little to give the tip of his massive tool a sexy little kiss. She barely grazed him with her lips, but it sent a shiver through his muscular body all the same. She giggled. She loved controlling men through their sex-sticks. She was going to enjoy playing with her sister's perfect son, even if it meant getting a little rough with him.

"If you ever tell anyone about this, especially your mom, I will kill you," Samantha promised, although it was clear at this point she was ready to do anything and everything to her nephew. Bobby didn't respond but he laughed a little, excited about the service he was about to receive.

Without anymore thought or worthless talk Samantha got started. Her slow gentle strokes become faster and stronger, eventually she was pumping him like a machine. A lesser cock would have broken under such aggressive pressure, but for Bobby it was merely foreplay. Samantha took a hand away to play with his balls a little. They were both as big as apricots and each were pulsing like little hearts, threatening to pop from the copious liquid within. She squeezed them both pretty hard, expecting Bobby to yelp in pain, but he never did. It seemed his package could take some punishment. That was good to know, Samantha loved torturing boy-balls and punishing them to point of almost popping. Her own son was a little faggot compared to Bobby. Mark couldn't take a single knee to his pea-sized pebbles without puking. 

Samantha went back to pumping him with both hands and finally brought her experienced mouth down to her nephew's mammoth appendage. This boy was in for a treat, Samantha thought, there was simply no way this young punk had ever gotten a blowjob half as good as the kind she could give. Samantha was an experienced cocksucker, and it had been well known throughout her high school, college, graduate school, and places of work that she could suck a man inside out through his cock. The only time she had ever known a woman to suck better than her was Catalina, her sister, and Bobby's mother. They had dated a few of the same men and she hated hearing that Cat blew better than she did. Samantha had even seen her sister's supernatural suck-skills first hand when they had doubled-up on a cute surfer-boy they met one summer. Samantha and Cat had taken turns fucking his brains out, each trying to win him for their self, but as soon as Cat's sucker-lips went down on that blonde surf-god's salty cock it was all over. She sucked his soul out, and she owned him after that. Samantha planned to get back at her sister by doing the same to Bobby. 

But Samantha's plan to fuck Bobby into submission was not going smoothly. Despite her mouth being well acquainted with cock she still found herself having trouble taking in her nephew. His head was as big as child's fist and as hard as rock. Her jaw strained just getting the smelly, wet hammer into her mouth. She didn't want to go to quickly, so she spent a few minutes just licking his slit and sucking on the head like it was a big piece of candy.

"How does Mexican pussy taste?" he chuckled down at her as she struggled with him/

Shit! In her sexual haze and eagerness to help her nephew Samantha had actually forgotten that he had been fucking Maria just minutes ago. She was aware of it now though, the sweet but fishy smell of wet pussy was soaked into the salty musk of his cock. Samantha thought she should back off and spit out the juices in her mouth, maybe even force Bobby to wash off, but she didn't care. She couldn't stop now even if she wanted to. Maria's cunt tasted pretty could anyway.


A Nephew Come to Stay Ch. 02



Last Time: Samantha Day, a former pornstar, and current level 10 milf, came home to find her sexy nephew, Bobby Scagliotti, fucking her housekeeper's brains out. Suffering from long-term insecurities about her sister's superior sexual appeal and power, she decides she hates her nephew and wants him to leave. But Bobby easily seduces his aunt and manipulates her into giving him a degrading blowjob. She begs him for sex, but he laughs at her, and she masturbates herself into unconsciousness. Now, Bobby is going to be living with his aunt and her two sexy daughters for the rest of the summer, and she can't decide whether she wants to fuck him or kill him. 

PART 1: Mark comes Home. 

Mark Day had spent a wonderful day riding bikes and just hanging out with his girlfriend, Butterscotch McPherson. She was a beautiful girl of eighteen although she was still often confused for being a much younger girl because of her petite body and big blue eyes. She was way out of Marks league, as everyone knew, but luckily for Mark she happened to be into nice quiet guys unlike every other girl in town who only cared about three things in a boy: money, body, and popularity. 

Butterscotch was an anomaly in that she was both insanely adorable in a sexy-cute way but also not a total slut like every other girl at Mark's school. When she had first transferred to Mark's school every boy there sprouted an instant boner as she walked down the halls. Her curly blonde hair and perky tits bouncing with every step, her blue eyes sparkling as she giggled at every joke, her tight little ass peeking from beneath her almost transparent sun dresses. Immediately the boys at school began a contest to see you could fuck her fist, a game which usually ended by fifth period, but Butterscotch had refused all callers, and she had even accepted Mark as her boyfriend when he politely asked her for a date. He was the luckiest boy in the world.

"Excited for your birthday tomorrow, honey?" Butterscotch asked as they rolled into the driveway of his house.

"Sure am. What are you going to get me?"

"You'll see," she promised and giggled. Mark was actually a little worried about that. They had been dating for almost six months now and he was starting to hear whispers from Butterscotch's friend that she was ready to go all the way with him and have sex. He should have been excited, she was probably one of the five cutest girls at his school, but he was really just nervous. All of his sexual experience before this had been miserable, and he didn't want to lose Butterscotch because of his small, unpredictable penis. Worst of all, he knew that at her former school she had been a sexual minx, as her friend Tina Toyota had told him, and her ex-boyfriend had been a total sexy badass who cheated on her regularly but she kept taking him back. He got arrested though, Butterscotch transferred schools, and she promised herself to only date nice guys from then on. 

"Hey Mark, do me a favor," she whispered into his ear after dismounting her bike. "Don't jerk off tonight, or tomorrow morning. I want you to be . . . excited." The problem was that Mark was already excited enough to pop in his shorts and his little pecker was at full mast, not that it showed much. Butterscotch gave him a look that was more sexy than cute as she licked her sparkly pink lips. She was dressed in very little thanks to the heat wave, and her two little nipples could be clearly seen stretching through the thin material of her t-shirt. She leaned over and gave him a kiss, which he clumsily returned.

"Oh, hey, you mom is home," said Butterscotch as she broke away from the kiss. Mark's stomach sank as he saw his mother exciting their expensive Southern California house. She was dressed for the gym which meant she was practically naked. She wore a black slingshot bikini under a torn white t-shirt that left much of her cleavage exposed from every direction. Other than that she was only wearing sweat bands and sneakers. Her long, curly brown hair was tied in a bun, and every inch of her bronze skin was already glistening with sweat. 

"Wow, everyone says my mom is the hottest milf in town, but your mom is a so totally hotter. She is like, my idol." Butterscotch whispered. Mark was use to the boys at school jeering about his buxom mother, especially since she was a former pornstar and well known for sleeping with all the hottest men in town, including some of the star athletes in Mark's class, but hearing it from his girlfriend made him sick.

"Hey kids, what have you been up to?" she asked in a somewhat angry tone "Hard drugs, shoplifting, and hours of unprotected sex?" 

Butterscotch giggled. "No, Ms. Day, Mark just took me on a bike ride to the park."

"Boring." Samantha Day sneered. "Well why don't you get your cute little butt on the bike and peddle off. I need to talk to my son about some family business."

"You got it Ms. Day. See you later Marky." She gave him a peck on the cheek, and then to his shock she also got on her tippy toes and gave his mother a kiss a well. A little bit of tongue may have been exchanged. After that she got on her bike and rolled away, her tight little ass rolling in her very short denim shorts. 

Samantha Day moaned appreciative. "That little bitch's ass looks positively edible. Have you fucked that little retard yet?" she asked her son. Her large brown nipples were sticking out like canons and there was a wet spot on the crotch of her slinky leotard. Mark knew his mother must have been horny. That scared him. His mother was a sadistic monster when she was horny. 

"No, but-" 

WHACK!!! 

Before he could answer his mother's hand shot down and smacked his balls with her open palm. The pain was sudden and excruciating. Worse, she got a tight grip on his balls and slowly crushed them as she lifted him up, nearly off of the ground by his little cock. 

"Pathetic. A real man would have fucked her sideways by now, whether she wanted it or not. I hate seeing ripe little girls like that bouncing around in their innocent little white girl dreams. She needs a cock to wake her up, a big cock. Not like this," she said as she squeezed her son's balls one more time before dropping him. He landed on his ass, crying like a little girl. 

"In case you can't tell, I am fucking pissed off. Do you know why?"

Mark guessed the answer and between crying he said "Because I'm a faggot?"

THUDD!! 

The heel of her sneaker came down on his scrotum like a hammer, and she began to slowly grind him against the cement driveway. "True, you are a faggot. You should just give up on ever trying to get pussy and go put your mouth in front of some glory hole in a dirty bathroom somewhere. But no, I am pissed off because your muscle-head cousin is here. He showed up completely unannounced earlier today and is going to be staying with us for the rest of the summer. I hate that little shit. Go in and show him around the house. He's going to be sharing your room by the way. I don't want him sleeping in my living room like some bum. Besides, you still have those kiddy little bunk-beds from when you shared your room with Daisy."

Finally his mother removed her weight from his abused boyhood and she trotted the rest of the way to her car. Mark couldn't help but stare at his mother's round ass as she went, especially since the back of her slingshot leotard was nothing more than a thong. "I'm gonna go blow some steam at the gym, hopefully find some meat I can ride. Maria didn't clean today so you're going to do it, and if the house isn't clean when I get back I am going to use Jerome on you."

Mark cringed in fear and pain. Jerome was the name of his mother's gigantic black dildo, the one she only used on her children when she really wanted them disciplined. Mark's tiny asshole had barely recovered from the last punishment his mother had given him, and that had been over two months ago. 

As his mother drove away Mark walked painfully into his house, wondering why Maria hadn't done any cleaning. Normally she was as afraid of his mother as he was, and she would never try to make Samantha Day angry. But his question was answered when he saw Maria walking down the stairs in nothing more than a small towel. She was dripping wet and her legs shook with every step, her small breasts were squished under her arm as she tried to cover herself, but the towel could only cover the top portion of her body, leaving her smooth pussy and ass exposed.

Behind her came the very embodiment of Mark's masculine insecurities, his cousin Bobby Scagliotti. Bobby was completely naked and also dripping wet, but unlike the sexy maid he did not even bother with a towel. As he came down the stairs his preposterously large dick, although soft, swung between his legs like an elephant trunk.

"Hey Mark, what's up bro?" Booby called down nonchalantly.

"Mark!!!" Maria gasped and she desperately fumbled with her towel, trying to cover her dripping nakedness, but the only result was that Mark got to watch her stroke her long, thin body.

"What are you so shy about, puta," Booby laughed. "You should be showing of this rocking bod." He ripped away her towel and flung it into the air, but chance landing on Mark's face. Mark gagged as she smelled the pungent aroma of pussy and semen on the towel. By the time he looked up Maria was squirming in Bobby's strong arms, weakly protesting his groping hands, but when he kissed her she moaned and melted like butter. One of his hands worked its way between her legs and Mark could see two fingers teasing at the entrance of her already tender looking cunt. 

The look in Maria's foggy eyes was that of a woman surrendered. She would have let Bobby fuck her right there on the stairs in front of Mark, but suddenly Bobby pulled away. He slapped her on the ass and said "Today was fun, but I don't think fucking you a third time is really needed. Why don't you get dressed and head out." 

Bobby's sudden change from horny Casanova to cold-hearted asshole shocked Mark, but not nearly as much as it shocked poor Maria. She quivered with anger and desperate arousal. Meekly, she tried to kiss him again, but he walked right past her and into the kitchen. Maria was pissed, hurt, and extremely horny. She marched over to Mark and grabbed the towel from his hand. She looked down at him like it was all his fault she wasn't getting stuffed, and then she gathered up what remnants of her clothes she could find before running out the door, crying.

Bobby came back into the living room a minute later eating an apple, still very naked. Mark had not seen his cousin in almost a year, but it had always been this way with him. Every woman in the world treated Bobby like his was God's gift to pussy, and he had learned from a young age to act like it. Bobby would be naked as much as possible, just so everyone could see his eleven inch penis and perfectly sculpted muscle. Despite all that Mark did not hate his cousin, in fact Mark often followed after him like a parasite, hoping to pick up some of the girls Bobby discarded like candy wrappers. Mark lost his virginity in such a scenario, when Bobby turned down a girl just because she wasn't as hot as her two friends were, even though that girl was well above and beyond most in terms of sexual attractiveness. 

They talked for a while as Mark cleaned the house as quickly as possible, not knowing when his mother was going to be home, and Bobby began to list off ideas for activities to fill the rest of the summer with, most of them involving girls. Mark envied how easy it was for Bobby just go to a new city and start getting laid immediately. Mark had lived in this town his whole life and he still had a hard time finding fun stuff to do that wasn't suggested by Butterscotch. 

"Where are your sisters?" Bobby asked while resting on the couch, lazily stroking his flaccid monster as he watched television. 

"Sadie went to a concert with some friends and may be back late tonight unless she crashes somewhere. Daisy's on the varsity cheerleading team at her high school and they have a game up state, so she won't be back for a couple of days."

"Little Daisy a cheerleader? Last time I saw her she wasn't even five feet tall and her chest was as flat as a board."

"She hasn't grown much, even though she turned 18 a while ago, but because she is so light her teammates can throw her higher than anyone."

As it got later in the day Mark reasoned his mother wasn't going to come home that night, which was nothing unusual. Samantha Day often went to the gym when she was in the mood to pick up some big muscled stud, or she'd go to yoga of she was in the mood for a lesbian hookup. She would never admit to her occasional pussy-diving though, because she hated that her daughter Sadie was more lesbian than bi-curious. Mark and Bobby ordered a pizza and spent the night hanging out and playing video games. Bobby recited a few of his many sexual adventures, and Mark kept silent while awkwardly hiding his small erection. He had trouble not getting hard, Bobby was a good story teller. 

At about midnight Mark was feeling ready to get some sleep so he went up to his room and Bobby followed him, but before Bobby could climb up to his bunk his cock began to rise, finally waking up after a morning of hard sex. 

"Dude, Mark. Can we put on a porn or something. I need to rub one out before I can go to sleep." As Bobby said this he began to stroke his unavoidable appendage, and Mark couldn't help but stare at it. Bobby's cock really was like a third leg. 

"Its all on my computer, I don't have anything you can take into the bathroom or anything."

"No, I mean to watch in here. You must want to rub one out too, right? Put something on. What do you got?" As Mark showed Bobby his many gigabytes of porn the older stud was disappointed to see that most of it was Japanese cartoon porn, which he hated. Instead, he went on to the internet and found a site he liked, and they were soon watching a very hardcore video of a curvaceous white woman being ravaged by an energetic black man. The blonde white woman was moaning loudly in a euphoric mix of pleasure and pain and her conquer bent her around like a toy. Mark felt very intimidated by it all, knowing that his small penis would likely not even get past the woman's tremendous ass cheeks, but Bobby was starting to get into it. They sat on the bed together fapping their very different cocks. Mark fiddled with his little nub which almost vanished under his hand, while Bobby stroked his thick eleven inch shaft with both hands. 

"Do you like interracial porn?" Mark asked, feeling a little awkward.

"I like watching a bitch get fucked hard, none of that softcore weak-ass crap. You can tell this milf is really loving what that huge cock is doing to her, there is a look on her face you just can't fake. That guy is totally owning that whore. I bet she thinks this is the best fucking she could ever get, but only because she hasn't gotten a taste of my dick." When the video ended Bobby put on another one, this one featured a very tiny Asian girl being brutally fucked by two hung white guys. After that Bobby put on more and more hardcore footage, and Mark was eventually so desensitized to it that anything made him hard. He didn't care anymore that his cousin's cock was practically three times longer than his, or that they were whacking off inches away from another, he just wanted to finally bust his nut, but he waited for something good to show up on the screen. Mark liked to time his orgasms to that of whatever male pornstar he was watching, that weay he could imagine that it was him fucking whatever slut it was being featured. Bobby was also getting closer to his peak, and he began to spit lewdly onto his giant cock to slicken it up for his hand. 

A popup on his screen showed him that he had just gotten an IM from his girlfriend, and he tried to minimize it before Bobby could get curious about it, but it was already too late.

"Hey," Bobby said. "Why does this instant message say 'Early Birthday Present.'" Mark only had a brief moment to guess what the contained before Bobby reached out and clicked it. In that moment, for the first time, Mark got to see a full image of his cute girlfriend's succulent naked body. Butterscotch was completely nude, posing in her bathroom mirror and holding her digital camera. Across her perky, ripe breasts was written "Happy Birthday" in red lipstick. 

"Holy shit!" Bobby laughed. "Is this hot little piece of ass your girlfriend. Hot damn, good job buddy." To Mark's disapproval Bobby kept stroking his hard, pulsing cock as he gazed hungrily at his girlfriend's naked self-shot. 

"Dude, don't look at that. My girlfriend sent this to me privately."

"Fuck that, this little honey is way hotter than any of the porn-hags we've been jerking off to. You should get on right now and start 'sexting' her. Get her to post a few more. I want to see her ass."

"I can't do that-" Mark protested but Bobby grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him to sit in the computer chair. Truthfully, Mark did want to see more of his girlfriend's naked pics, but he was uncomfortable with Bobby jerking off to them, especially since Bobby's massive trunk was erect mere inches away from Mark's face. Waves of heat were pulsing from Bobby's body.

"Sext her man. Tell her what a prime piece of ass she is. Get her to send one of her ass, or of her fingering herself."

"No way," Mark whined. 

Bobby got sick of his cousin's bitchy little attitude, so he shoved Mark aside and sat down at the computer. He quickly began typing, pretending to be Mark. [Is that it?] he typed. [You should send me some pics of your ass].

A few moments passed, and Mark hoped that his girlfriend wouldn't respond, but then she did. [Wow Mark, you're normally not so assertive. Okay baby, you got it]. A moment later a pic popped up of Butterscotch's back facing the mirror, her little pink panties pulled down to her knees. Her ass was perfect. 

"Shit!" Bobby exclaimed. "I'd eat that ass like a cake." He fapped his baseball-bat cock even harder, sending drops of his cock-sweat into the air. He started sexting her some more, this time demanding things Mark would have never possessed the nerve to ask for. [Good slut. Give me something more. I want something really slutty, you dirty little bitch].

"Dude," Mark whined, "don't talk to her like that. She's really nice." But Mark was proven wrong a few moments later when his girlfriend responded [Shit, you're making me so wet, baby. I wish you took charge like this more often. My friend Tina is here, I can get some pics of us making out]. Mark couldn't believe it, his girlfriend was ready to lez-out for his entertainment, except it wasn't him provoking her to do so. 

Bobby laughed out loud and typed back. [Let me see your slutty friend naked first]. Mark couldn't believe how quickly this was escalating. Tina Toyota was one of the most popular girl's at Mark's school, and also a total bitch. She was obsessed with maintaining the school's social hierarchy in which the most attractive and sexual dominant students lorded over the weaker, shyer one; a practice that was actually encouraged by the teachers. Tina hated that her hot, perky, blonde friend Butterscotch was hooked up with a loser like Mark, it threatened the very structure of the hierarchy. Tina had always endeavored to break them up. No way she would pose for him.

But then, to Mark's shock, an image popped up of Tina Toyota standing stark naked in all her tall, athletic, Asian glory with Butterscotch right behind her. Tina did not look very happy about it though; her pouty pink lips made an ugly frown and she was flipping off the camera with both of her middle fingers. She looked so pissed Mark wondered how Butterscotch had convinced her to go through with it.




A Nephew Come to Stay Ch. 02



"Fuck yes!" Bobby exclaimed as he took a break from texting to stroke his ever hardening cock with both of his strong hands. His cock had never been so big, having just grown to twelve inches in length, and it was thicker than Mark's wrist. Worst, he was beating his baseball-bat right next to Mark's stunned face. "I'm about to bust this nut!"

"What the fuck is this?!?!" Mark's mother, Samantha Day, had just walked in, wearing nothing but a towel around her dripping body. She must have gotten home and been taking a shower downstairs.

"Aunt Sam!" Bobby exclaimed as he took in the sight of his pornstar aunt, just having seen Mark's smoking hot girlfriend and her best friend. His cock started to explode . . . right onto Mark's face.

Long strands of thick, noxious cum plastered Mark's eyes, nostrils, and flew into his open moth. Bobby's cock was pumping itself like a super soaker, and his cum-blasts were so powerful they actually made noise.

Samantha looked on in shocked silence as she watched her nephew's perfect, godlike erection being unleashed upon her wimpy son's face. It was a sight she had never, in a thousand years, expected to see, and for a woman who had seen and done everything sexually imaginable, this made her unbelievably aroused. Her towel fell. She was naked and dripping, and not just with water.

Samantha started laughing. "What . . . the fuck . . . are you faggots . . . doing?"

Bobby studied his haughty, sexy aunt from top to bottom. Then he looked down at his painfully erect cock, still dripping with hot cum. And then he looked at his cousin Mark, kneeling on the floor, and covered in his copious release. 

Bobby started to laugh too. "It was an accident."

Mark wanted to scream, but he couldn't. The cum in his mouth was too thick. He had to swallow it, and he did, with a loud gulp. "I hate you both."

"And really? What the fuck were you two jacking off to?" Samantha asked as she swaggered up, naked and dripping.

"Mark's girlfriend," Bobby answered. "She is a tight little snack, and her Asian friend is fucking perfect."

Samantha leaned over to look at the screen, letting her heavy, bronze breasts rest on Bobby's shoulders. She moaned hungrily. "Oh yummy. I wouldn't mind licking the little girl's candy ass myself. What a perfect little fuck-toy. Too bad Mark is too much of a whiny little bitch to actually tap that."

"I am not!" Mark yelled, wiping semen out of his eyes. "I'm going to have sex with her tomorrow! It's going to be my birthday present."

Samantha snickered. She gave Mark a little jab to the balls, just enough to make him gasp and fall to the floor. "I bet she'll dump you the second she sees how fucking small your little pee-pee is." She laughed, and coyly ran her hand up and down the massive shaft of Bobby's trunk, licking her lips.

"I . . . ouch . . . I am going to fuck her. And she's going to cum like crazy."

Samantha ignored her son. She ran her finger along the head of Bobby's cock, gathering a large drop of cum. She placed the finger in her mouth and moaned in satisfaction. "How about we make a little wager?"

"A wager?" Mark asked his mother, her large ass wiggling right in front of his face.

"Mmmm. That's right baby-bitch. If you can fuck your girlfriend tomorrow, if you take her to bed and destroy her little sugar-pocket, then I promise, I will never be mean to you or hurt your balls again. I'll even submit to you for a whole year. You can do . . . whatever you want to me."

Mark wanted that. He hated his pornstar mother. He hated how much she hurt him. And secretly, he wanted her to be his slave. His cock got hard at the possibilities. Not for the first time he imagined her bound and gagged, and he was above her, whipping her ass with a riding crop. "Okay. But what if I can't fuck her?"

Samantha giggled as she ran her fingers across Bobby's chiseled wall of a chest. "If you can't fuck her, then I am going to fuck you. I am going to get out Jerome, my biggest, BLACKEST strap-on dildo, and I am fuck you up the ass until your anus is as wide open as the Lincoln tunnel. I will fuck you longer, and harder, than I have ever fucked anyone before. I honestly don't think you will survive it."

Mark fumed with anger. "Fine. Game on, you evil whore!"

PART 2: Mark's Birthday

It was very obvious to Mark that his evil mother was horny for Bobby, which was weird, because they were related, but also typical. Every woman was wet for Bobby, even lesbians, and Mark's mother loved to fuck. The night of the bet, while Mark was cleaning off his cum-soaked face, he could hear Samantha asking, begging actually, for Bobby to sleep in her bedroom so they could . . . you know . . . catch up. Bobby just chuckled and told her to go to bed, all the while stroking his amazingly tall organ. She stormed off growling like a lioness, and that whole night Mark could hear her screaming her head off as she fucked herself with every toy in her collection.

"Sorry about blasting you in the face, little dude," Bobby said from the bottom bunk. "Most chicks seem to like it though."

"I'm not a girl."

"Yeah. Yeah. So are you nervous about tomorrow?"

"No."

"Well, I would be. I saw that dildo your mom was talking about. That thing looks like it could cripple a horse."

"I am not going to get fucked. Butterscotch is. Tomorrow I am going to rock her world. And then mom will respect me." And he'd get to put that evil cunt in her place for once.

"Whatever, little dude. G'night."

The next day Mark went to Butterscotch's house where his birthday party was being held, and Bobby came along. Mark wasn't sure how he felt about that. Mark was worried that Bobby would steal all of his thunder, and worst, even Butterscotch might be drawn in by his radioactive machismo. However, wherever Bobby went, girls got horny. Wherever Bobby went, panties dropped. Mark might even become more popular just because of his relation to the living Adonis.

"Mark! You're here, and . . . wow." Butterscotch greeted them at the door. She looked like the very incarnation of sweet-sex and candy. She was wearing a flimsy little sundress that exposed her plump little tits and left all of her petite legs bare. Her thick lips were painted shiny pink, and her blonde hair was done up in pigtails. It hurt to look at her.

She could not take her eyes off of Bobby as he stood in the doorway, wearing a loose tank top and basketball shorts that bulged with his sex-weapon. He had spent two hours at the gym that morning, where he fucked two hot Mexican twins, while Mark had been jerking off to the picture Butterscotch and Tina.

"Mark . . ." she gasped. "I'm so happy to see you. And what . . . who . . . is this . . . oh my."

"This is Bobby. My cousin." Mark said unhappily.

"Well," Butterscotch licked her lips and her nipples poked through her dress. "I think he is going to be . . . very popular."

Every hot girl in the town was there, but not for Mark's sake. Butterscotch was friends with Tina Toyota, and everyone wanted to be friends with Tina Toyota, the richest bitch in town. There were a lot of hot studs there too, not that any of them could even stand next to Bobby Scagliotti, but they were all outnumbered by the horny, bikini-clad high school girls stalking about. As the party went on boys and girls started to pair up, and thanks to their numbers most boys could get more than one girl at a time. One black guy, a member of the basketball team, was getting his large dick sucked by three separate white girls. Mark recognized one of them. Retarded Tara, or Tara the Retard. She was easily the stupidest girl who had ever lived, but she was also hot as hell and would fuck anyone for any reason. She was basically the school's cum-dumpster and everyone got to fuck her once, even Mark. She had curly red hair, a freckled face, and huge tits.

Tina Toyota was there, lounging by the pool. She was wearing nothing by a tiny black thong and a shitload of gold chains that covered her young breasts, mostly. 

"Hey Mark," she said in a disgusted tone. "Happy birthday. How old are you now? Twelve?"

"Nineteen. Bitch." Mark didn't smile.

Then Tina saw Bobby. He had lost the tank-top and was wearing nothing but his basketball shorts, which were looking smaller and smaller as his bulge grew bigger and bigger. Every girl at the party was staring at him, and the only reason any other boy was getting lucky was because Bobby got the girls horny. He came up to Tina, Mark, and Butterscotch. Tara got up from the black cock she was sucking and pampered over, her large tits giggling, as she licked the last drops of cock-sweat from her lips.

"Hey Tina," Tara said all bubbly. "Who is this stud?"

"I don't . . . I don't know." Tina looked down into Bobby's eyes (she was actually a little taller than him). "Who are you?"

He smirked. "I'm Mark's cousin. Bobby."

Tina couldn't believe it. She looked at Mark like he was a piece of shit. "Well I can see where all the good genes went."

"Jeans?" Tara asked stupidly. "I love jeans. Really tight jeans. I hate wearing underwear though."

"Shut up sweetie," Tina said to Tara, giving the retard a slight slap on the ass. "Well, Bobby, can I get you a drink? A smoke? My pussy?" Tina and Tara led Bobby over to the table were all the liquor was, and they both looked very happy when he placed his large hands on their asses. Tara's was round and a little chubby. Tina's was tight and athletic. He squeezed them both. 

"I haven't seen Tina move in for the kill that quickly before. Your cousin is going to get so much pussy tonight," Butterscotch whispered. She looked a little jealous as she ran one petite finger along her pink lips. Her nipples were very stiff, and stood out visibly through the sheer material of her dress.

"I hope I get some," Mark said quietly.

Butterscotch smiled coyly. "Don't worry cutie. You'll get yours. Hey, wanna go swimming." Mark didn't have time to answer before he watched Butterscotch shimmer out of her little dress. She was standing there, in front of everyone, totally naked. She wasn't even wearing panties. She giggled and jumped into the pool, and for once not every pair of eyes were focused on Bobby. Butterscotch looked like something out of a wet-dream as she splashed in the water.

Butterscotch started something, and within seconds everyone at the party was stripping down what little clothing they had left. T-shirts and thongs dropped like leaves, and naked bodies swarmed into the pool. Kids were openly fucking now, and Mark could only wonder where Butterscotch's parents were, but then he saw them. Butterscotch's mother, Barbie McPherson, was up on the balcony, her giant tits swinging back and forth like big bags of milk. She was being fucked from behind by an athletic teenager. Butterscotch's father was there to, getting his cock sucked by one of the school's cheerleaders. 

Mark suddenly realized just how slutty everyone . . . EVERYONE in his town was.

Then Bobby dropped his shorts and revealed his gargantuan foot-long trunk. Tina looked like she was going to cry, and Tara's mouth started to drool. 

"Holy shit!" Butterscotch said while swimming up to mark. "You cousin's hung like a fucking mammoth. Please tell me that runs in the family."

Mark couldn't answer. He was now the only person at his own birthday party still clothed. He couldn't drop his shorts, not with Bobby so close. He knew better than anyone who microscopic his cock looked by comparison. 

"C'mon sweetie," Butterscotch begged. "Show it to me."

"Um . . . I'm feeling a little cold."

As the hours passed the party got crazier, drunker, and a lot sexier. But as the boys shot off their last loads, and the sluts had their last orgasms, they began to leave. As it got dark Butterscotch's mother and father came downstairs, naked and reeking of sex, and they selected a handful of particular handsome studs and well-developed girls to spend the night with them. They both wanted Bobby to come to bed with them, especially Barbie, but he said he wanted to stay downstairs. Tina and Tara stayed with him.

Now it was just the five of them, chilling in the living room. Mark and Butterscotch were on one couch, kissing as she cuddled next to him stark naked. Bobby was sitting by the fire and Tina and Tara worshipped his cock like it was a golden idol.

"OMG," Tara cried. "I've never seen a cock this big that wasn't on a nigger. Or a horse. Are you nigger, Bobby? Or a horse?"

"Shut up sweetie," Tina commanded Tara. "He obviously isn't black or a horse. And you shouldn't say 'nigger.' It isn't fashionable."

"But the niggers on the basketball team love it when I call them niggers. I call them niggers all day."

"That's only because you let them gang-bang you all day, you stupid white slut. Now shut up and lick his asshole while I suck is cock."

"Why do I have to lick his asshole? Won't it taste like shit?"

"At first," Tina said. "But then it'll taste like candy."

"I love candy!" Tare dove down and stuck her tongue right up Bobby's tight ass, licking wildly like the sex-crazed retard she was. Meanwhile, Tina began slurping on the head of his cock like it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. She waved Bobby's big dick in the air so Butterscotch could see.

"Fucking huge, isn't it Butter?" Tina asked. "When was the last time you got fucked by a cock like this? When you broke up with Travis?"

"Who's Travis?" Bobby asked, feeling challenged that any stud could have a cock a big as his.

Tina answered. "Travis was Butterscotch's last boyfriend. He was a real stud too, but not like you Mark. He was in his twenties, tattooed, and rode a badass motorcycle. He use to ride around the high school for teenage pussy, and he found it. Lots of it." 

"Sounds like a total sleazebag," Mark muttered.

"He was, but he was a total sleazebag who was always knee-deep in hot sex. He fucked me a few times, and Tara at least a dozen times. I loved the way his bike felt vibrating between my legs. He fucked like a wild man. He took a particular liking to our little Butter-slut here. I remember the look on her face when she'd walk into school late, during third period. Her clothes would be disheveled, her panties would be wrapped around one of her ankles, and she'd still have a streak of semen across her face." Tina licked Bobby's cock-head, twirling her tongue in his slit. "He fucked her brains out."

Butterscotch blushed. She looked sexy when she blushed. "Travis could be a real jerk sometimes. I'd spend the night at his apartment, and I never got any homework done. He'd make me suck his cock, even while he had other girls over. And when I just wanted to snuggle, he'd fuck my pussy like he was trying to kill it. He'd drop me off at school the next day so dazed and confused I could barely remember my own name."

"Why'd you breakup?" Tara asked, taking a break from Bobby's ass. "He was so cool, and REALLY good at sex."

"He got arrested robbing a bank. He would have gotten away, but he stayed too long because he wanted to rape some sexy bank teller. She ended up not pressing charges, but he still went to jail for robbing the bank. I hear the bank teller visits him in jail now."

"So cool," Tina said. "But . . . you're pretty cool too," she said to Bobby.

"Yeah. I bet Bobby is even better at fucking than Travis was. Travis wasn't part nigger-horse."

"Well," Bobby smirked. "You two sluts are about to find out." He stood up, and with his amazing strength he tossed the naked Tina Toyota over his shoulder, and she giggled excitedly when he kissed her ass. He grabbed Tara too, who was heavier, but she came up from the floor like a doll. He carried them up the stairs like some barbarian king taking his conquests to his cave.

"Wow," Butterscotch gasped, watching his muscled ass go up the stairs. "He is quite the . . . well . . . he does remind me of Travis."

Mark looked miserable, but Butterscotch kissed his cheek.

"Oh, don't be jealous sweetie-poo. How about you carry me upstairs and let me give you your birthday present?"

Mark tried to carry her, but even though she probably weighed only 95 pounds it was still too much. So they walked up to her bedroom together. The house was filled with the noise of violent sex. To Mark, it was deafening. 

PART 3: Mark's Birthday Present

"Is . . . is that it?" Butterscotch asked, sounding betrayed. She was almost crying, but she was also angry. "Is that . . . all you have?" She was lying down on her bed, naked and glowing with sexual expectation, and for the first time in their six months of dating she was looking at Mark in all his naked inadequacy.

"C'mon Butterscotch, it isn't that small," Mark said, looking down at his five inches of thin, smooth flesh. He was harder than he ever had been, and his cock still looked like a baby's finger. "We can at least try. I'm sure cock-size doesn't matter that much as soon as you get going."

"No it doesn't," came a deep, sultry voice from the door. "Confidence can fuck a pussy harder than any dick can. But you don't have that either, do you kiddo?" 

Butterscotch's mother, Barbie McPherson, was standing in the doorway, the light of the hall outlining her curvaceous body. She was naked but for a few pieces of jewelry and a lit cigarette that she was smoking. She blew the smoke into the room. It was obviously marijuana. 

She trotted in, her giant breasts giggling with every step. Mark could smell the sweat and sex-stains coating her entire body. She was glowing with sexual satisfaction, like a thin layer of lightning vibrating from her shining, exhausted body.

"Mooommmmm," Butterscotch whined. "Leave me and my boyfriend alone. We're trying to have sex."

Barbie laughed. She grabbed Mark's tiny marbles and squeezed. "Well you can stop trying, because all I see here is failure. C'mon kids. I want to show you something."

She pinched down on Mark's dick and pulled him to the hall. She stopped by her daughter's bed and grabbed her daughter's perky left tit, twisting the nipple a little. Butterscotch whined and came along, being led like a naughty little whore to be whipped by her brothel's mistress. The smell of sex in the hallway was humid and thick. The door to the master bedroom was open, and it was strewn with bodies like a warzone. One teenage girl, a cheerleader with her brown hair styled in a cute, short bob was literally crawling away from the room.

"H . . . help," she whispered, semen bubbles forming from her throat.

Butterscotch's father emerged from the room, looking like a god of hell, and dripping with masculine domination. His cock was fully erect at nine inches. He grabbed the young lady by her ankle and dragged her back into the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

"I love that man," Barbie said. "But that's not what I wanted you to see. This is." She opened the door to a guest room. What was inside made Mark nearly lose his shit, and Butterscotch started gasping uncontrollably. 

Tara the Retard was lying on the floor . . . and she was absolutely destroyed. Her green eyes were wide open and blank, her tongue was hanging out the side of her mouth. The only sign that she was still alive was her large tits moving as she breathed. Her pussy looked like someone had smashed it with a sledge hammer. 

But what was on the bed was even more frightening. Bobby was standing on the bed, his ass was pumping in the air so quickly that it blurred. Tina must have been beneath him. All that was visible of her were her long legs flying outward to wither side of Bobby's muscled thighs.

"I'm . . . I'm . . . holy shit . . . god help me . . . I'M CUMMING!!!" Tina whined in a bitch that was almost like a dog whistle. "I'M GOING TO DIE!!!"

Just then Bobby pulled out. His twelve inches of Armageddon came out of the broken Asian's pussy like an alligator from a creek. His cock slapped loudly against his perfect abs, and long ropes of sweat and pussy-juice went flying in every direction.




A Nephew Come to Stay Ch. 02



Tina was on her shoulders, her pussy pointing directly towards the ceiling. She started to cum, and her pussy popped like a geyser. A solid jet of clear liquid shot straight upward and hit the low ceiling, causing a mist of sex to be sprayed across the entire room. Most of it landed on Bobby, and the rivers of girl-cum ran down his muscles in disturbing detail. As she flopped like a dying fish she sent a few more jets across the room, the largest of which splashed directly unto Barbie matronly chest. She laughed, ran her hands over her wet tits, and licked her fingers clean.

Before Tina could stop cumming Bobby put his hand under her back and flipped her off the bed. He tossed her aside like a piece of trash and she landed on the floor, equally close to death as Tara the Retard.

Mark and Butterscotch looked on in horror. There was a dripping sound, like water being poured unto carpet. Mark looked over to see that Butterscotch was pissing herself. He couldn't tell if she was terrified, horny, or both.

"I'm not done," Bobby said, with doom in his voice. "Which of you is next? Mother, or daughter?"

"Mommy," Butterscotch's teary eyes looked up to her experienced mother. "I . . . I'm scared. I can't fuck that. He's too big."

Barbie spun around, her large tits waving, and she slapped her daughter across the face. "SHUT UP, you ungrateful little bitch! Mark's dick is too small, Bobby's cock is too big! I should have named you Goldilocks."

Butterscotch was crying and Mark was just standing there. Both Barbie and Bobby were too scary to oppose. 

Barbie looked at her daughter with more sympathy, and then she kissed her. "Sweetie, I know you liked this boy, but he doesn't deserve you. He is a loser, not even a third-place loser, and you're a gold medal. You should be draped around the shoulders of a champion."

Mark cried. "But . . . but we've been dating for six month. We like all the same books and movies. I think I love her."

Barbie laughed crawly, snorting at him. "Do you think liking the same books and movies had anything to do with love? Love is cumming your brains out eight times in a row. Love is having a threesome with every boy and girl you can get your hands on. Love is when your husband watches you get your ass fucked by a big fucking nigger and not get jealous. My daughter is young. She has her whole life to find love, but a big-fucking-cock is waiting right there, right now. It doesn't matter if you LOVE her, you can't FUCK her, and that's what she needs." She turned to Butterscotch. "Now get your little butt in there and give that champion his prize."

Obediently, willingly, and happily, Butterscotch walked into the bedroom, her perfect ass rolling with every step. She put one foot right on Tara's face before looking back.

Mark was crying. "But . . . what about my birthday present?"

"Go to my room." Butterscotch said. "You can sleep there tonight. You can pick one pair of my panties . . . just ONE . . . and you can keep them as a cum-rag for you to jerk of into. But for tonight, you can do whatever you want in my room. You can listen to Bobby own me, and you can jerk off in my bed. You can go onto my computer and look at all the pics I have taken of myself. Travis and I had made a bunch of videos, most of them of him cumming on my face. The password is ILUVTRAVIS. Have fun."

The last Mark saw of Butterscotch was of her crawling onto the bed, then Barbie was standing before him. Her tits were more than twice the size of his head.

She licked her evil lips. "I'm going to go help my daughter handle that stud. Left to their selves he'll probably kill her, but I know how to handle wild bulls like him. Good night, kiddo."

She turned to leave but Mark grabbed her, his hand gripping her large ass. "Wait! Why are you doing this to me?"

Barbie looked at him with utter hatred. "Because your mother called and asked me to. I love that crazy bitch. My husband fucks that crazy bitch on the regular. I have no idea why she hates you so much . . . but she did say to tell you that Jerome is looking forward to your date." 

Barbie smacked his hand away and joined her daughter in the guest room. The sounds of superhuman level sex started to shake the house. 

PART 4: Mark Give Up

Mark wanted to just leave. To just walk out and go home, but he knew what was waiting for him at home. Instead, he went into Butterscotch's room and just stood there, listening to the muffled screams of ecstasy coming from the next room. Mark felt sick about what he was doing, but Butterscotch had given him permission, and he was too hard to just go to sleep. He walked to his ex-girlfriend's panty drawer and searched through like a pirate through a chest of gold. They were all so cute and tiny. There was a white pair with the word FRESH printed on it in pink letters. He tossed it aside. Too boring. He found a yellow thong with a bumble-bee on the front. It was practically microscopic. Sexy, but too small. He wanted something he could wrap his dick in. Then he found the perfect panties. They were pink and lacey, and almost transparent. There was some kind of frill on the sides. These were not meant to be worn under clothing, they were meant to be worn for an audience. 

Mark took them, and put them on. The thong crawled into his ass, and the fabric cradled his tiny balls. They felt great. 

He sat down at her computer and typed in the password. ILUVTRAVIS. He then found several gigabytes of amateur porn, more than he thought his sweet little Butterscotch would have ever been capable of making. There were pics of her on her knees sucking a fat eight inch cock, her smile still visible even though the cock that was choking her. There were pics of her face as a tattooed man rammed her from behind. She was crying with joy. There were pics of Butterscotch having a threesome with Travis and Retarded Tara. Tara was passed out, and it looked like Travis was playing a game that involved throwing used condoms at her forehead.

There were videos too. When Mark found the video of Butterscotch being anally destroyed by Travis in the shower, he finally lost control. His cock started spurting all over himself, and all over Butterscotch's computer, but he didn't care.

He spent the rest of the night jerking off as Butterscotch was being fucked blind in the next room, and as Bobby filled her body with his cum, Mark spread his over every inch of her room.

PART 5. The Morning After

"Oooooch . . . I never want to have sex again," Tara whined. It hurt to touch her broken pussy, but she kept poking it anyway.

"Whatever. I bet you'll be sucking dick and eating ass again by tonight," Tina scolded her. Tina was a star athlete, and she worried that having sex with Bobby had actually changed her body somehow.

"You said ass would taste like candy," Retarded Tara complained. "But it never does."

"You know what does taste like candy?"

"What?"

"My pussy."

"Really? I love candy! Let me taste it." Tara dove down and eagerly licked at her friend's sore cunt, as she had a thousand times before, but she still always feel for the same trick. She was vey retarded.

As Tina moaned in painful relief she noticed a figure rising from the floor, beneath a pile of Butterscotch's panties. It was the faggot Butterscotch had dumped last night. Mark.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" She asked Mark.

"Eek!" Tara screamed. "Panty Monster!"

Before Mark could answer Tars kicked him squally in the balls. She grabbed him by the hair and threw him into the hall with retarded strength. "Leave me alone Panty Monster! I hate wearing panties!"

Mark stumbled into the living room. Everyone who was left snickered at him. He was still wearing Butterscotch's pink thong panties. Barbie was by the door, wearing an open bathrobe, revealing her battered body. She was saying goodbye to the last of the high school kids who had slept over. She snickered at Mark.

"I think it's time for you to leave, loser."

"But . . . my clothes."

"I said leave!"

She grabbed Mark by his dick and led him out the door. She left him in the middle of the street wearing nothing but a little girl's thong. A neighbor from across the street (Mark recognized her as one of his teachers) was pointing and laughing, her firm breasts jiggling with mockery. 

Mark ran home. Luckily he didn't live that far away, but more than once he was attacked by morning joggers who thought he was some kind of flasher. 

Finally he got home, and he thanked the gods that his door was unlocked. He ran up to his room, gasping, sweating, and feeling like a complete piece of trash. He wasn't alone though.

His mother was waiting for him in his room. She was decked from head to toe in leather straps and metal studs. She was one of the most deadliest dominatrixes he had ever seen, like something from a Heavy Metal nightmare. She was cracking a riding crop against her large ass and smiling. Jerome, her insultingly large black dildo, was hanging down to her knees. 

She licked her lips. "That whore down the street, Barbie McPherson, called. She said her daughter got fucked last night. She says her tight, sexy little girl was fucked like a white slut in Oakland after a Raider's game. But she also said that she wasn't fucked by you."

Samantha began swinging the dick in front of her son's crying face. He was on his knees. Defeated.

"Now bend over, bitch, but keep those slutty little panties on. Jerome loves it when his bitches keep their panties on."

Part 6: Epilogue

Butterscotch wiggled her naked body against her lover's broad chest. Every inch of her body hurt, but in a way that felt indescribably pleasurable. She felt reborn. She felt good.

She kissed the chest of the man who had rescued her, and she worked her way down to his heroic weapon. His cock was still plump and hard, even after fucking four women to the point of breaking. Her mother had taken most of the beating herself, because she was experienced, but Butterscotch was there every inch of the way. She kissed and licked the perfect tool and gave thanks to the god it belonged to.

Then she thought she heard a screaming coming from really far away. It sounded like Mark.

"What was that?" she asked. 

Bobby chuckled. "That sounded like the one bitch in this town who is going to get fucked harder than you were last night."

Butterscotch giggled. "I love you, Bobby."

"Shut the fuck up and suck my dick, slut."

She giggled again, and did as she was told. This was love.



A Nephew Come to Stay



"Fuck you," Samantha finally shot back, but it was though a wicked smile as she kissed and licked Bobby's full length. She gathered all of the saliva that had been pooling in her mouth and she spat it out on the head of Bobby' cock, then she began working the spit all over his giant penis, getting it all slippery and wet. Bobby reaction was one of approval. He knew she was lubing him up so she could take more of him.

Samantha stopped stroking for a moment so she could concentrate on feeding the massive shaft down her well-used throat, but every inch felt like a mile. Samantha was sure she had deepthroated longer cocks than Bobby's, but maybe she never had one so thick before. It was absolutely rigid too. Usually even a hard cock would bend a little, but Bobby's pole was of solid steel. She was only about five inches down when her gag reflex started to act up, something that had not happened to her since high school. She tried to control it but then Bobby's cock twitched, maybe because he was excited by the sound of his aunt gagging. Normally a little twitch would be no problem for Samantha, but a twitch from his cock felt like someone had just smacked her in the throat with a baseball bat. 

She backed off the mere five inches she had taken and started coughing like someone with lung cancer, spit and pussy-juice drooling from her mouth and all over her heaving tits. This hadn't happened to her since high school when she tried deepthroating the football team's offensive tackle for the first time, and his black cock was just as big as this white boy's. Was she out of practice?

"Take your time Aunt Sammy," Bobby teased her. "Not a lot of women can take this cock. Hell, the first time a girl tried to deepthroat me I dislocated her jaw. An old girl like you doesn't want to hurt herself." 

"Shut up you arrogant little shit!" Samantha huffed back between coughs. "Don't underestimate me. I've sucked more cock than you can imagine. I've deepthroated niggers who were hung like horses. I'm going take that stupid dick of yours and I'm going to suck you dry and leave you crying for mercy! Do you got that, bitch?"

Bobby was a little impressed by his aunt's shit-talk, but he just smirked and laughed at her. Furious, Samantha stood up fully and bent over to take his cock again. This time, instead of kneeling, her legs were fully extended and her large ass stuck straight up in the air. This way she had a better angle to take in more of his cock.

Her throat was loosened up now and she retook the lost five inches with little effort, but she struggled and choked for the next six. Bobby didn't give her any help either, with his hands resting behind his head, instead of pushing her down. The fit was extremely tight, and Samantha had given up on trying to breath with her throat bulging in every direction with cock. She could actually feel his heartbeat on her tongue.

Finally she made it and she felt her chin resting against his giant, swollen balls. She wanted to look up at him and say "I told you so," but the rigidity of his cock was dictating how much she could move, which was very little. Now that she had all of his monstrosity swallowed down her expert gullet she began to move up and down, fucking him with her tight throat. He moaned as she started going, obviously enjoying the tight wetness of his aunt's stuffed mouth. But Samantha was having trouble. She could only breathe a little on her backward motions, and his cock was just so thick that she couldn't do any of her little tongue tricks that pushed men over the edge. She could play this boy like a flute if she could just move her tongue a little. Perhaps there was such think as a cock being too big.

As if reading her mind, Bobby put his strong hands on the back of his aunt's head. "I know you trying Aunt Samantha, but this isn't going to do it." Suddenly his hands turned into fists and he grabbed handfuls of his her hair and plunged her head fully down on his iron bar. His cockhead slammed against the back of throat, his balls slapped against her chin, and her nose was buried in the hairless skin of his musky crotch.

He suddenly stood up, still holding his death-grip to the back of her head. His giant cock changing angles so suddenly while buried down her throat almost caused her neck to snap. Now he was standing and she was on her ass, but his cock was still balls-deep down her throat, and his hands pushed her even hard into his muscular stomach.

"Sorry Aunt Samantha," he looked down with false sincerity. "But I really need to bust this nut, and your weak-ass little blowjob isn't going to do it."

Samantha realized she was crying, partly because of the pain from this cock splitting her apart but mostly because of the shame. She couldn't please this young punk? She couldn't make her nephew cum? That was impossible, Samantha Day destroyed boys like this shithead.

"I hope you don't mind some skull-fucking," Bobby smirked. Samantha tried to protest but it was too late. Bobby began shaking her head off and on to his cock like he was masturbating into a towel. He was fucking her throat like he wanted to kill her. Samantha struggled and pushed and even tried to bite down, but nothing stopped the power of her nephew's jackhammering rape machine. Samantha began to cock again but the spit had nowhere to go except down her beaten throat. She couched, and spit shot out of her noise, making it even harder to breathe. Samantha's eyes began to roll up into the back of her skull as the light faded. She as blacking out.

Just before Samantha was about to lose consciousness Bobby finally busted his nut. He roared like a lion and his cock swelled to an even greater thickness. Samantha thought her jaw would break as the first blast of semen shot straight into her stomach. The next shot two shots were the same, going directly into her gut as Bobby held her head tightly against his ballsack. 

He let go and the forth shot hit Samantha in the back of the throat, impacting with enough force to leave a bruise. With an audible 'POP' his spewing demon burst from her raped mouth and he began ejaculating all over her face. An entire layer of thick, salty cum coated her fucked-over face as the lion roared his victory.

He leaned over and grabbed her so roughly by her tits that Samantha thought her implants might pop. Even after her throat had almost been broken she still screamed out in sharp pleasures as he twisted her large, dark nipples upward and began stroking his cock with her overripe tits, pumping the remaining semen from his exploding balls. 

Long strands of semen flew up into the air and rained back down on Samantha, covering her tits, mouth, face, and hair in her nephew's salty dominance. He laughed wickedly and moaned as two weeks' worth of sexual frustration (an eon for him) was released all at once. Tears rolled down his face as the indescribable sensation finally began to fade. 

For Bobby Scagliotti sex wasn't just about conquest, it was about sanity. These last two week without release had been the longest of his life. His erections had been uncontrollable, his sleep was broken by hot, erotic dreams that woke him screaming and tearing at the sheets. He sometimes wondered if he was a mutant or something, that his libido was unnatural powerful, but moments like this made him feel proud of his freakish appetites.

Bobby finally sat down in the chair and slowly massaged his now sensitive, finally deflated monster. Sperm was still leaking from the head and it splashed over his muscular chest like large drops of nectar. He looked down at his prideful aunt and laughed as her say her broken face trying to suck up all of the semen that covered her. Her fingers glided over her tits and face gathering the thick seed as she shoveled it into her mouth. Bobby had always been told that his semen was delicious. He scooped up a small amount and tasted it himself. It was salty and warm, but also sweet like pineapple. He didn't get it, but all the kittens went wild for his cream.

"You're still hard," his aunt admired with her husky voice. He looked down and saw that she had regained some of her composure, but nothing of her dominance was left. She was broken, like every woman before her. He was still hard though, not as hard as he had been before busting. He'd be hard for another fifteen minutes probably. His aunt licked her cum-soaked lips while looking at his cock. "Fuck me," she demanded.

"What?" he jokingly asked.

"I want you to fuck me, you stud. You're amazing. I've never seen a cock explode like that, and your cum tastes amazing." She licked her fingers as she complimented him. "I don't care if you're my nephew, it's not my fault that my sister popped out a godly hunk like you. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can. I want you to pump that bitch-breaker into me until my hips shatter. I want you to kill my pussy. I want to feel you cum inside my raped cunt and use me like a semen-toilet. Fuck! I think I want you to impregnate me. Please, fuck me, just fuck me now!" She sat down on the blisteringly hot concrete and spread her legs. Hey pussy was so swollen that it looked like a melon with a slice taken out of it. It was practically pulsing as it dripped in anticipation of penetration. Her breathing was ragged and fast, her eyes like an animal's in heat. She was ready to explode at the fist touch.

"Aunt Samantha," Bobby smiled arrogantly down at the desperate whore, "I don't think that is appropriate."

Samantha's face turned to desperate shock and confusion. "What? But . . . I just fucking sucked your cock!"

"A blowjob is just a blowjob," he laughed at her as he stood up, giving her one more look at his hard body. "I needed the release and like a caring aunt you helped me out. Thanks, but fucking you would be . . . wrong. You know, incest isn't cool." He began to walk back to the house, his perfect ass flexing with every step.

Samantha was crying. Water was pouring from her eyes and her cunt. She had never been this horny before, this ready for back-breaking sex. She was sure it was going to be the best sex of her life, and he was walking away from her. Abandoning her after using her mouth like a sextoy. 

"Come back," she furiously begged. "Get back here this instant and fuck me you stupid piece of shit! You faggot mother-fucking shit! Fuck me!"

Just then Bobby found the dildo that she had brought out with her. It was half hidden under her towel when he pulled it out and tossed it to her like it was a bone for a dog. "Here bitch, use this to pop that dirty cunt of yours. I'm going to go see if Maria wants to take a shower with me. Is it okay if we use your bathroom?" but he didn't wait for any answer. "Thanks, bye." 

And he was gone. Samantha tried to stand but she couldn't, her legs just gave out. She was too horny to move. Desperately she grabbed for the dildo Bobby had tossed at her. She started to use it, but not in any gentle way. She stabbed her swollen cunt like an animal she was trying to kill, like she was trying to bust open a coconut. She stabbed herself so hard it hurt, but finally she started to cum. Her orgasm was like a fire-hydrant exploding. Clear water and pussy juice poured out her pussy in a flood she had never seen before, soaking the hot concrete around her. 

The pain and pleasure were unbearable, it was ripping her mind and body apart like a ragdoll in a tornado. She fell onto the ground twitching like a dying fish as her deadly orgasm finally began to subside. Just before blacking out she promised to herself that before that little shit nephew of hers went home she was going to fuck her brains out. She was going to make him her bitch. That she promised, and the bright California sky went black.