15 comments/ 82292 views/ 56 favorites An Eye Opener For Tony By: rufriter Before any nit picking computer experts jump down my throat, I would like to point out that my knowledge of modern technology is about on a par with William the Conqueror's knowledge of nuclear physics. I do not know if a device such as that described in this tale actually exists, or is even possible, but hey, it fits in with the story. It was Sunday evening, and nineteen year old Tony Jenkins was not in the best of moods. He had spent two back breaking days helping his family move into their new home, and he wasn't too pleased at being stuck with the smallest bedroom. At least his parents said it was because he was the youngest. As far as he was concerned the truth was that Antonia, his twenty two year old sister, always got her way because she could twist their dad around her finger, so she was given first choice. Admittedly his was the only room with a computer desk built in by the previous owners, but that was small compensation. Besides, it wasn't exactly in the ideal position, because whenever the door swung open it banged against the end. On reflection though, it wasn't such a bad idea. It meant he would have plenty of warning, so he could click out if anyone came in at an inconvenient moment. Pragmatically accepting what he couldn't change, he made his bed and put away the rest of his clothes, before setting up his sound system and computer. Crawling under his desk to connect everything up he spotted a wide flat box screwed firmly to the underside next to the wall. By the light on his cell he examined the unfamiliar device, wondering why it was located in such an unusual place. Obviously it wasn't meant to be seen, but why? Four short leads were plugged into a socket on the wall, and there was a row of USB ports on the front edge, all but one covered with cobwebs, so it must have been there for some time. Tony knew just about enough to know it was some kind of router or gateway, but it was way too sophisticated for him to fathom. Digging into his box of odds and ends he took out a cable, and connected the box to his computer and booted up. The screen lit up and he read the small notice in the bottom right corner. 'New hardware detected', followed by 'Searching for drivers'. After going through all the annoying bullshit that precedes installing new software, he finally brought up a menu. Under the heading 'Location' was a column of boxes, in which 'Door 1, Light 1, Door 2, Light 2' had been typed. Alongside were more headings, 'Zoom', 'Sound', and 'Record'. Apparently the new hardware was some form of security surveillance, which would explain why the box was concealed under the desk. If burglars couldn't see it, they couldn't disable it. He was about to click the first icon when his mother called him for dinner, so he shut everything down and went to eat. After dinner Antonia changed and went out for the evening, and Tony watched TV with his parents for a couple of hours. Around ten o'clock he went to his room and logged on, bringing up the new program, and when he clicked on the first icon his jaw dropped. He had no idea what he expected to see, but it sure as hell hadn't been the master bedroom. 'Door 1' obviously referred to the bedroom door, and he was looking from the foot of his parents' bed to the pillows. 'Light 1' showed a view of the bed from above, from which he figured the camera must be concealed in a light fitting. Whoever had set up this system clearly had a taste for voyeurism. It could only be hoped that the old occupants of the room were more worth looking at than the new. Tony loved his parents to bits, but not even the most charitable could call them a handsome couple. His father might be described by some as 'ruggedly attractive', but the best that could be said of his mother was that she was 'homely'. The truth was Tony had difficulty even thinking of her as female, let alone as a woman. Her choice of clothing didn't exactly help either. Marina had come with her parents and two brothers from southern Europe as a moderately attractive and generously bosomed teenager. Her father had quickly found work in the construction industry, and six months later he brought home Marty Jenkins, a young apprentice bricklayer. As he introduced him to his family, he spoke sternly in what little English he had managed to learn. "You good my Marina OK? She good girl. No like girl dis country. She no having boy." Although he was far from handsome, there was something about Marty that appealed to the object of her father's adoration. With her parents' permission, and on the condition he brought her home before nine thirty pm, they spent the following Saturday window shopping and wandering around hand in hand, content with each other's company, but unable to converse due to the language barrier. She had scarcely left the house in the six months since she had first arrived, because after growing up in a tiny village where she knew everyone, the city streets thronged with uncaring strangers was frightening so she was relieved when, around seven thirty, he steered her towards his home. He conducted her through every room in the house, making it clear that they were alone. Picking up a framed photograph of three people, he held it out. "Mom, Dad and me." Thinking she understood she smiled as she pointed. "Mama? Papa? Me?" With a gentle laugh he shook his head. "No. Mom – Mama, Dad – Papa," then pointing to his chest, "Me." He smiled at the baffled look on her face, then tried another tack. Pointing again to himself, he said "Me – Marty." Then to her, "You – Marina." She thought for a moment, then her face lit up. Taking his hand she pressed it against his chest. "You? – Marty?" He nodded, and she pressed his hand to her own chest. "Me? - Marina?" Although he understood that her gesture had been perfectly innocent, he swallowed a sudden lump in his throat and nodded again. She clapped in delight and beamed at him, proud that she had learned her first two words of English. Taking his face in his hands, she stood on tiptoe and kissed him chastely on the lips. He returned her smile automatically, but his mind was on how wonderful her breast had felt against his palm. Hesitantly he leaned closer and gave her an equally chaste kiss, and when she returned it he laid his hand on her breast. Marina didn't flinch. She had known this would happen one day. Her Mama had told her often that the time would come when her man would touch her, because that was what he was supposed to do, and that she should let him because that was what she was supposed to do. True she had known Marty for only a few days, but from the moment they first met, in her heart she had been certain that he was her man, so for him to put his hand on her breast was the way it should be. What made it even more right was that she liked his touch. She sighed happily as he squeezed and fondled the soft flesh through her clothing, then it seemed to her to be the most natural thing in the world to follow him as he took her hand and led her to his room. He had felt her boobs, so it made sense to her that he would want to look at them, and she could only pray that he liked what he saw. She watched his face intently as he took off her blouse, then reached round to unhook her bra. He didn't see the smile that lit her face when his eyes widened, as he became the first man to look at her large firm young breasts with their wide brown tips. Her nipples stiffened and tingled under the gentle rasping caress of his work roughened hands, and when the tingling spread lower, she knew she wanted him to touch her down there too. She was well aware what would surely follow if he did, but the warm spreading moistness told her she was ready, so she parted her legs, hoping he would respond to the unspoken invitation. He lowered his head to take her nipple between his lips, spreading the fire in her loins, and she gasped as his fingers touched her pussy through her panties. His face fell when she pulled away abruptly, but she merely smiled, and hooking her thumbs in the waistbands of her skirt and panties, she pushed both garments down in one motion. Then she was sitting on the bed, watching nervously as he undressed. His moved his eyes downward, and she pressed her thighs together momentarily, then reminded herself that a woman was supposed to let her man look at her there. Her own gaze was drawn to his manhood, standing out hard and proud from its wiry nest, and her legs parted of their own accord. She tried to still the pounding in her chest, catching her breath and holding it as his hand came closer to her virgin pussy. His touch on her clitoris was almost like an electric shock, stoking and fuelling the fires within her, and she lay back, open and inviting. She gasped at the unexpected pain as he entered her, and then he was inside her, moving slowly but insistently. Suddenly she was clinging to him, offering her nipples to his mouth and thrusting up to meet him. The intensity of her orgasm took them both by surprise, and his mouth was against hers, whispering words she didn't know, but nonetheless understood as she soared above the clouds. She knew when he came inside her, adding his wetness to her own, and she tried to capture him, tried to keep him in her for eternity, crying out in despair as he finally withdrew. Her father was waiting at the door, staring at his watch when Marty delivered her to her home, minutes before the required time. Instantly Marina saw in her father's face that he knew. She had no idea how, but he knew, and she braced herself for the expected tirade. Instead he took her hand and calmly placed it in Marty's, nodding as though in his mind everything was settled. Escorting Marty to the door, he shook his hand. "You good boy. My Marina happy." From then on, whenever Marty visited, her father took pains to ensure the family gave them time to be alone together, although as the months passed he kept a careful watch on her waistline. When they weren't busy fucking, Marty found himself in the unaccustomed role of teacher, helping the whole family to adjust to their new language. Six months passed, and a week after Marty completed his apprenticeship they tied the knot. At the wedding, his new father seemed mildly disappointed that his daughter wasn't pregnant, and although they had never used protection, mainly because Marina didn't like to, it was another five months before she conceived. In due course she gave birth to Antonia, followed three years later by Tony. By the time his son arrived on the scene, Marty had started his own construction business, and things were really looking up. Married life definitely agreed with both of them, and from the day they moved into their own home a few weeks after the wedding, Marina seemed to be insatiable, even more so during each of her pregnancies. Except for when they visited her parents to show off their new grandchildren, she rarely passed up an opportunity to fuck, lustily and often loudly. As her looks faded and her body thickened with approaching middle age, Marina began to adopt the dress sense, or lack of it, of her mother, loose peasant style dresses, all concealing and voluminous. Her husband didn't like it much, but since her sexual appetite remained undiminished, he saw no reason to complain. Tony had often wondered why his mother dressed the way she did. This was a modern city, not some behind the times peasant village, so why dress like a nineteenth century peasant? It was almost as if she didn't want anyone to know she was a woman. Antonia, on the other hand, was a different matter. Tall and slender, with tits and ass most guys would give their left testicle to get their hands on, she had a face and legs to go with the body. In fact she was the complete package. Even wearing sweat pants and an oversize sweater she managed to look dressed to kill, and in a bikini she was instant hard on material for any healthy male, even her brother. Especially for her brother. He had lost count of the number of times he had lain in bed at night, jerking off as he pictured her naked and begging him to shove his cock into her clean shaven pussy. At least in his imagination she was clean shaven. He dragged his attention back to his computer and clicked hopefully on 'Door 1'. His blood pounded in his ears when he saw a similar view to his parents' room. He had tried hundreds of times without success to catch glimpses of her in her underwear, but now he was sure he would be able to see everything she had, even if it was only on a computer screen. A tap on his door made him jump, and before he could click out his mom's voice came through the closed door. "Goodnight Tony, don't stay up too late." "I won't Mom. Goodnight." He waited until her heard her door close, and out of curiosity he shifted back to the first view he had seen. His mother was standing alongside the bed, reaching down for the hem of her dress and pulling it off over her head. He sucked in a sharp breath, as for the first time in his life he saw what had attracted his father to her. Seeing her in her underwear he quickly revised his opinion. Despite the thickening of her waist and thighs, for a woman closer to fifty than thirty she had an amazing body. He held his breath as she reached behind her to unclasp her bra, and when her breasts fell free he let it out with a whoosh. "Holy shit!" he gasped. "Who would have thought those crappy clothes hid a figure like that?" He had never been a fan of big tits, but on her they looked magnificent. Not even the inevitable effect of gravity could take anything away from the swaying mounds, with their huge brown nipples surrounded by lighter areolae that had to be at least two inches across. His cock jumped to attention when she took of her 'sensible' underpants, and just for an instant he had a too brief glimpse of her lightly furred pussy, before she pulled on her shapeless nightgown and switched off the light. With a sigh he lay on his bed stroking his cock, and for the first time in months it wasn't Antonia he was fantasising about fucking. As he pictured himself sucking his Mom's awesome tits and ramming her cunt, his prick erupted over the front of his tee shirt. Pulling the soiled garment over his head and using it to wipe up the mess, he looked at his surroundings. Like all of the major rooms in the house, there was a control panel fitted to the wall, in this case above his bed. Spaced evenly along the side wall, marked with labels corresponding to those on the control panel, were various outlets. TV, radio, speakers, stereo etc. The only thing missing, but was on the panel was a control for the lights. The ceiling light, and a small lamp located on the wall a couple of feet from the ceiling, and about halfway along his bed. Someone had certainly gone to a lot of trouble and expense to set this lot up. He spent some time trying to decide where to set up his own entertainment equipment. Not all of the fittings were where he would have preferred, but that was nothing a little extra cabling wouldn't fix. His musing was interrupted by the slamming of the front door, and the sound of Antonia talking to their Dad. Ten minutes later her bedroom door closed, and Tony hurried to change the view on his computer. His sister was standing alongside her bed, taking her time undressing. He licked his lips and watched her unfasten her blouse and shrug it down her arms, then step out of her skirt. What he had dreamed about for so long was about to become reality. A tiny uplift bra pushed her breasts together, and he zoomed the door camera to give a closer view of her cleavage. When she took her bra off he saw her tits weren't as big as his mother's, but she had definitely inherited her nipples. She stretched out on the bed, and he switched quickly to the overhead view, and his already half erect cock stiffened fully as she lifted her hips to slip off her almost non existent thong. This was better than he could ever have hoped, and he freed his aching tool as he zoomed in on her pussy. It was just as he has always imagined, with a tiny clit peeping almost shyly from between pouting smoothly shaven lips. He stroked his cock as her hand briefly caressed her slit, then he groaned in frustration when she pulled the bed sheet up to her chin. Her hand continued to move under the sheet, then stopped as she looked toward the door and spoke. He quickly changed cameras and clicked on the speaker icon. "What do you want Daddy?" Antonia's voice came through clearly as her father approached the bed and looked down at her. "I thought you might like to 'christen' your new room, baby." "About time," she grinned. "I was hoping we could do it last night." Tony gawked in disbelief as she sat up straight, seemingly unconcerned that the sheet had dropped away, leaving her breasts exposed. Disbelief turned to shock when she leaned over casually to unzip her father's pants and take his hard cock into her mouth. Marty groaned and reached for his daughter's tits. "Fuck baby, You sure know what your Daddy likes." "You dirty old bastard!" Tony whispered with envy, as he watched his sister suck greedily at her father's stiff tool. She sucked a few moments longer, then took her mouth away and kicked the sheet off. "Did you say fuck?" Marty stripped hastily, and moved between her outspread legs. "Oh god yes. Harder." she gasped as he rammed into her. "Suck my nipples." Tony's hand flew up and down his cock as he watched his father and sister fuck. She wrapped her legs around Marty's waist, as her brother zoomed in for a close up of her cock stuffed cunt. "Lucky bastard." he muttered, stroking furiously. "Ohhhhh fuuck!" Father and son groaned simultaneously as each shot his load, one deep inside his daughter's wet cunt, the other over his fingers. As her father withdrew, Antonia clamped her hand over her dripping slit. "Geez Dad, it's just as well I'm on the pill. If you had cum any more you would have given me quads. That was awesome." "Don't go giving me ideas," he smirked, leaning over to kiss each of her hard nipples, then gathering his clothes he walked to the door. With his hand on the handle, he turned and smiled at her. "I love you baby." "I know Daddy, I love you too," she whispered to the closing door, then pulling the sheet over her she reached out to the control panel and turned off the lights. Tony's mind was numb as he stared for a while longer at the image of the darkened room. This was just too much to take in. First his naked mother, and now this. For the second time he wiped his sticky cock with his discarded tee shirt, and readied himself for bed. He lay for a while thinking about what he had seen, and wondering if there was any way to turn it to his advantage. If he could get Antonia alone he could try blackmailing her into spreading her legs for him, but that would only turn her against him. Besides, that wasn't his style. Even if she agreed to let him fuck her to keep him quiet it would take all the pleasure out of it, and she would hate him forever. If he did find himself in a situation where he had a chance, he wanted her to want it as much as he did. His Mom presented the greatest challenge though, because as he had just witnessed, his sister had no hang ups about incest. It was with these tempting thoughts in mind that he drifted off to sleep. He was awakened in the morning by the sound of an alarm. Cursing softly, he reached up to the panel above his head before it dawned on him that was coming from his computer. Realising that because the screen had shown a dark room, he must have forgotten to switch off, and his cock stiffened again as he watched his sister kick off the bed sheet and stretch. With a faint smile she reached down to touch her pussy, then brought her fingers up to her nose, pulling a face at the scent of stale cum. She heaved herself off the bed with an amused grin, and pulling on a robe she headed for the shower. An Eye Opener For Tony Tony lay watching the screen until she returned, then he stared hungrily at her tits and pussy as she dressed before leaving the room to fix breakfast. Crossing to the computer, he changed the view to show the master bedroom, just as his Dad finished dressing. There was a sad look on his Mom's face as she watched her husband leave the room, bur twenty minutes later she forced a smile when, as was his daily custom, he brought her a cup of coffee and kissed her briefly before heading off to work. After she finished her drink, she sighed and climbed out of bed to visit the bathroom, and when she returned she lay on the covers. Her son stared when her hands cupped her breasts, caressing them slowly through her nightgown as she spoke to the empty room. "Why not want?" she whispered forlornly, pinching her nipples into hard buttons. As she did so often when she was nervous or stressed, she had lapsed back into broken English. She circled them with her fingers, squeezing them, forcing them to stand up against the fabric like large thimbles. "See? Hard for you." Continuing to squeeze with one hand, she reached down with the other, and Tony zoomed closer as she tugged her gown up, uncovering her pussy to his avaricious gaze. Her finger touched her clit, then dipped inside her. "She wet for you. See? Need you cock." She picked up her hairbrush by the bristles and spread the plump lips wide, revealing the moist pink inner folds and the hard button. Knowing he was thinking with his cock, Tony told himself that now was the time to make a move, whilst his Mom was horny and susceptible. It was unlikely that he would get far right away, but if he made it appear accidental at least he might be able to cop a quick feel of her tits, and give her something to think about. Pulling a pair of shorts over his nakedness, he went to her room and tapped on the door. There was a startled gasp, followed by a long pause. "Yes?" Fixing a bright smile on his face, he turned the handle and pushed. Face flushed, she was sitting on the bed running the brush through her hair, as though that was what she was doing when he knocked, but the air was filled with the heavy scent of her arousal. "Good morning Mom. Ir's a nice day so I thought you might like to take a wander round the shops. Maybe grab some lunch. I don't start work until two, so we have plenty of time." He could have gone to work for his father just as Antonia did, but unlike her he wouldn't have had a soft office job, and the thought of heaving bricks didn't appeal to him. He was also conscious that the other workers might see it as nepotism, so instead, he took a job in a local factory making window frames and doors. Shift work suited him, because in addition to the extra pay, it meant he could sleep in as late as he wanted. One day he would probably join the family business, but right now he was happy at what he was doing. His mother smiled gratefully but shook her head. "You no want go out wit ugly old woman. You need nice girl." This was his chance to make contact. He sat n the bed beside her and put his arm around her shoulders. "You're not old Mom. You won't even be fifty for years yet. And anyway you're my Mama." He used the term deliberately. "Everyone knows that Mama's are beautiful." She smiled again, looking wistfully at the hairbrush in her lap, the tip of the handle still glistening wetly from being inside her vagina. He had interrupted her halfway through masturbating, and he sensed that she wanted him to leave so she could finish what she had started. Stretching across her he brushed her breasts with the inside of his forearm and gripped her shoulder, turning her to face him for a hug. They could both feel her hard nipples against his bare chest, and she sighed against his neck. He held her for a moment longer than was necessary, and when he released her he placed his palm gently on her breast. She appeared to be unaware of where his hand was, but when he closed his fingers on her nipple she shivered and pushed him away. "Papa not like." she said uncertainly. He noticed she hadn't said 'don't', or 'stop', or 'no' or even that it was wrong. She had only said 'Papa not like'. After what he had heard her say when he secretly watched her stroke her own breasts, he couldn't be sure if by those three words she meant his father didn't like them, or he wouldn't like his son feeling them. At least she hadn't said that she didn't like it, so maybe if he gave her time to think about it, she wouldn't try to stop him if he tried again. He let his hand drop, completely unaware of how putting his hand on her tit had started her emotions churning inside her. Her early conditioning by her mother were starting to surface. She knew she couldn't be angry at him for touching her, because that was how nature conditioned men, and her son was definitely a man. Similarly, nature had conditioned women to like being touched, and she was forced to admit that no matter how inappropriate it had been, it had felt nice. So nice that it had fuelled the fires already smouldering in her loins. Her mind went back through the years to the first time Marty had fondled her breasts, and she wanted to feel like that again. It didn't matter that Tony was her son. No, that was wrong. It did matter. In fact it mattered a lot. She needed to be taken like a virgin again, by a man she loved wholeheartedly, who had never taken her before, and that couldn't be anybody but Tony. She had to have his mouth on her nipples for the first time. Wanted, needed to feel him thrust his hard manhood into her for the first time, raising her to the peaks of ecstasy she had first known so long ago. Needed to take his seed for the first time. She knew there was a line that should never be crossed, but she knew it must be crossed, and when he cupped her breast again she didn't resist. His fingers kneaded the soft flesh, and plucked insistently at her nipples, and the forbidden line began to blur. She glanced down at the bulge in his shorts, and her fingers curled slightly, as though she was mentally grasping his shaft, and the line blurred further. He noticed the moment her knees parted involuntarily, and he knew she was his for the taking. He slipped his hand under her gown, gently caressing the soft skin of her inner thigh. Moving to kneel in front of her, he took hold of the hem, and helpless to resist she leaned back on her elbows, watching him raise the garment to reveal her pouting slit. Then his mouth was there, licking, teasing, probing until she rose up to meet him. After several long wonderful moments he stopped and lifted her to remove her nightgown, and suck avidly on her large puckered nipples. She felt his arm go under her knees, raising her legs and turning her to lay her head on the pillow, and his mouth was there again. When he removed his shorts and she saw his rampant cock, the line vanished, and she knew there could be no stopping. Suddenly he was inside her, thrusting, driving, and once more she was a teenage girl, clinging, pushing up to accept and capture him in the fiery prison of her sex. His hands were on her breasts, his mouth on her nipples, and she was soaring in ecstasy with each thrust as his wonderful manhood coaxed out her juices. Tony looked down at his Mom, wanting to pinch himself to convince himself he really was fucking her. Or better still, that she was fucking him. Her face was glowing with an indefinable something that made her almost beautiful, and he knew that rather than him taking her, she was giving herself to him. Honestly and with love. She was somehow younger, more vibrant than she had been in he didn't know how long. Her cunt was so warm and snug around his cock, and from the way her big tits were wobbling and her entire body was quivering, he knew he was making her cum. Had been making her cum since the first thrust. His Mom gave him a blissful smile when he came inside her, clenching her muscles to draw out his seed. "Thank you Tony." It was so unexpected that he almost laughed with embarrassment. He had just been blessed with the gentlest, tenderest, most loving fuck imaginable, and she was thanking him? She held him close, keeping him inside her until he softened, and when he withdrew and reached for his shorts she shook her head. "No Tony, please don't spoil it. Don't hide." It registered vaguely as he lay down beside her again that she had resumed her normal speech pattern, and somehow he felt strangely comforted. After a while she touched his hand. "Did we do wrong?' He thought about it long and hard, trying to put his feelings into words. Incest was supposed to be evil and sinful, but he didn't feel either. Not evil. Not sinful. And he sure as hell didn't feel guilty. "No Mom. How can two people making each other feel so good be wrong? Who have we harmed? Who is suffering? Who is dying? Hurting people and killing people is wrong, but not what we did. I don't care what society says, two people loving each other is never wrong, no matter what form that love takes." She smiled and nodded, pleased that he had put her thoughts into his words. "Yes. I wasn't sure at first, because I've never thought of you in that way." She took his hand and brought it to her breast. "Then you did this, and even as I was pushing you away I knew I didn't really want to. I didn't know how far it would go, but whatever you wanted, I wanted." Releasing his hand she curled her fingers around his shaft. "From the moment you pushed this into me it couldn't have felt more right." She gave a soft laugh. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't tried again." Her grip tightened, and slowly but purposefully she shifted position, and holding his breath in anticipation, Tony watched his Mom press her boobs together on each side of his cock. Looking up into his face, she studied his changing expressions as she fucked him with her big tits, forcing a gasp from him each time she rubbed her hard nipples across the sensitive head. It was almost more than he could stand, and he put out a hand to stroke her face. "You're gonna make me cum, Mom," he warned. As soon as he said it, she released his prick from the warm soft embrace of her tits, and lowered her head to take it into her mouth. She sucked as lovingly and tenderly as she fucked, flickering her tongue up and down his shaft, caressing his balls and fighting the gag reflex when the rubbery head pushed against the back of her throat. He felt his balls tighten, but even though he longed to fill her mouth with his hot jizz, he thought it would spoil everything if he did something she might not want. "Maybe you'd better stop now Mom." She withdrew half way and shook her head, sucking harder and faster, until his cock erupted and his cum poured down her throat. Flashing him a self satisfied pursed lipped smile, she swallowed the mouthful then resumed sucking until his tool lay drained and limp on her tongue. With a glance at the clock she sat up straight. "Look at the time. Our lunch date will have to wait for another day. You just have time for a quick shower and a sandwich or you'll be late for work." Still naked, she was humming happily to herself when he came into the kitchen, showered and dressed in his work clothes. Tony studied his Mom as he ate, loving the way her tits quivered with every movement, and asking himself how the hell he could have missed noticing how alluring she was. He lowered his eyes to the plump lips of her slightly reddened pussy. 'Holy shit. I can't believe she let me put my cock in there.' he thought. Gulping down the last of his sandwich, he rose and put his arm around her to kiss her goodbye, unable to resist a playful tweak of her nipple. She giggled and pushed him away. "Stop that right now mister, or I might be tempted not to let you go to work." Matching his mother's giggle with one of his own, Tony kissed her and left. He was almost at work when he remembered the 'Record' function on the gadget under his desk, and during his meal break he slipped out and bought some disks. When he arrived home at the end of his shift he was disappointed to find his Mom was already in bed. He was also concerned that, having played on her vulnerability by approaching her when she was in an advanced state of arousal, she might have become remorseful in the hours since. Not because she had allowed her son to fuck her, because she had clearly enjoyed it as much as he had, but because she had cheated on her husband. There was no sign of his Dad, so he hurried to his room, hoping to catch him in the act with Antonia. What he saw was even better than he hoped. Legs spread wide, his sister was sucking on her Dad's cock, bucking her hips as he mauled her tits and rammed a vibrator in and out of her wet cunt. Her muffled moans came through the speakers, and she took her mouth from his tool just long enough to gasp "Harder Dad, harder. Oh god, harder. Oh god I'm cumming." Too late, Tony remembered he had left the disks in his car, but he was not going to miss the show to fetch them. Dropping his pants around his ankles, he stroked his cock slowly, trying to hold back until his father was ready to shoot his load. A few seconds later, his sister pushed the toy away and flipped over on to her hands and knees. "Fuck me Dad. Make me cum again." Mesmerised, her brother watched her tits jiggling as their Dad lined his cock up and drove into her. The zoomed camera gave a perfect close up, and Tony jerked faster as the meaty cock pumped cum into Antonia's plundered snatch, and seconds later he grunted as his own orgasm shot a thick stream onto the carpet between his feet. Pulling his pants up, he fetched the disks from his car and slipped one into his computer. Leaving it switched on so that Antonia's alarm would wake him again, he undressed and went to bed. Next morning he watched her stretch and get up, wincing as she touched between her legs with a rueful smile. One thing he had learned from two nights of watching, was that his sister liked being fucked hard. Unlike his mother, who was so gentle that it felt as though his cock was being caressed by a soft wet velvet glove. He waited until Antonia returned from her shower, and zoomed in for a close up. It was not surprising she had winced. Her pussy was red and swollen as if it had been spanked. When she had dressed and left her room, her brother changed cameras to show his mother lying in bed, covers pulled up to her chin. His father brought her usual coffee and kissed her goodbye, and moments after the front door slammed behind him and their daughter, she sat up and sipped from her mug. Tony heaved a sigh of relief. Before he had fallen asleep last night he had all but convinced himself that once her passion was spent, his Mom would have regretted what had happened, and decided that once was too many. She had gone to bed before he arrived home so she wouldn't have to face him. Now he had reason to hope, when the covers fell to her waist, exposing her bare breasts. After she had finished her coffee she paid a visit to the bathroom, then stretched out naked with her legs apart, waiting and ready. Quickly bringing up the menu and clicking 'Record', he hurried to her. She smiled when she saw his bobbing erection, and patted the bed beside her. "I could hardly sleep last night for thinking about this", she said breathlessly, wrapping her fingers around his shaft, as she took his hand and placing it on her pussy. "I know what you mean Mom" he responded, pushing two fingers into her wetness. She squeezed his cock and pushed him onto his back. "Quick Tony. This is what I need in there, not your fingers." Without the uncertainty of the first time, it was even better. Totally without inhibition, she fucked with the eagerness of a teenager combined with the experience of years, teaching him her body and learning his. Time after time she withdrew to press his sticky cock between her tits, or to take him briefly into her mouth before returning him to her pussy. At crucial moments she tightened her inner muscles, then relaxed, sliding up and down until her son was panting with the need for release. Her orgasm started to build, and she sank down, scrubbing her clit against his pubic bone, and rippling her inner muscles up and down his shaft. With her cum streaming out over his balls, he tensed and pumped a fountain of thick cock cream up into his Mom's siphoning cunt. She slumped on top of him, nipples boring into his chest as her pussy continued to spasm, drawing the last of the cum from his spent cock. "God Tony, I've been wanting that since you left for work yesterday." Minutes passed before she climbed off his cock and off the bed. "I'll go make some coffee." He watched her generous buttocks swaying as she left the room. There was a slight sag to the cheeks, but that merely enhanced her natural sensuality. Antonia may have an ass any hot blooded guy would fantasise about, but his Mom's was one built for lovers to appreciate. He remembered his mother's forlorn expression yesterday, before he went to her room and fucked her. It was easy to work out from her whispers of despair that her husband was neglecting her. He could understand his Dad fucking his daughter, because most men yearned for a bit of young pussy for a change, and she was far from reluctant, but there was the key. For a change. But as a replacement? Hell no. Antonia may be a horny piece of tail, but her mother didn't just spread her legs and let you fuck her. She made love with everything she had. Eyes, lips tongue and mouth. With her gentle hands, her tits and sensitive nipples. She loved you with her pussy lips and her clit, and especially with the warm wet depths of her welcoming vagina. Any man who chose a cold unemotional fuck over this epitome of sensuality had rocks in his head. While his Mom was busy in the kitchen Tony took a look around the room. Standing by the door, he crouched to look along the bed until he figured he had the camera angle about right. Even though he had an idea what he was looking for, it took him several seconds to spot it. The centre of one of the dark knots in the knotty pine door frame had been carefully drilled out, and the hole plugged with a minute camera. He shook his head in admiration. It was so cleverly done that without knowing it was there, he could have looked for hours and not seen it. Now that he knew precisely what the camera looked like, he quickly located the second in the base of a wall lamp. After twenty minutes or so, his Mom returned with a tray holding two steaming mugs and a plate of sandwiches, which she set on the bed between them. As they ate she appeared totally unabashed at his constant scrutiny of her breasts and nipples, in fact she seemed proud to show them, because when she first noticed his gaze she sat up straighter so they stood out more from her ribcage. From the corner of her eye she saw the effect her tits were having on him, and when she stood up to set the tray on the nightstand she smiled with pleasure when he moved behind her, pressing his hardness against her bottom and reaching around to tease her nipples. Thinking about how he had seen his Dad fuck Antonia, Tony guided his Mom towards the bed, and almost as though she was reading his thoughts, she parted her legs and leaned forward, resting her palms flat on the mattress. She pushed to meet him half way when he entered her, then brought her legs together to clasp him in her warm velvet vice. Beginning slowly, then with increasing tempo, she rocked back and forth on his stiff rod, gasping as his balls slapped softly against her clit, until her lubricating juices trickled freely down her thighs. "My nipples Tony," she panted with the onset of her climax. "Pinch my nipples." This additional contact was all that was needed to cause her pussy to tighten around his rod and send her over the edge, and she let out a long high pitched wail, which moved up a note moments later, when she felt his cock throb and explode inside her cunt. An Eye Opener For Tony She was in bed again when he came home from work on Tuesday night. His father and sister were sitting in the two armchairs watching television, and after wolfing down the meal his mother had left in the oven to keep warm, Tony sat on the vacant couch, staring into space. After a short time, his sister yawned ostentatiously. "I'm off to bed, 'night Big Daddy, 'night Little Brother." Over the years everyone had become accustomed to the pet names she used, but after what had happened 'Big Daddy' took on a whole new meaning in her brother's mind. As soon as she left the room he levered himself to his feet. "Me too, I'm beat. 'Night Dad." In his room he ejected the disk from earlier and inserted a blank, then sat with cock in hand as he watched her undress and lie naked, casually stroking her tits and pussy. After a few minutes she put a hand under her pillow for the vibrator her father had used on her, and Tony cursed in frustration when, just as she pressed the buzzing toy against her clit, she reached up and switched off the light. Ruefully he removed the new disk and skimmed it in the direction of his rubbish bin. It had hardly been worth wasting on less than five minutes of his sister feeling herself up. If she had kept the light on it might have been different. At least he may have learned something about how women liked to pleasure themselves in private. When he had first seen his Mom spread her pussy he had been too turned on to take notice of what her fingers were doing. This thought brought to mind the momentarily forgotten disk he had recorded this morning, and slipping it into the slot he pressed 'play'. He watched his Mom take hold of his tool and place his hand on her pussy, and relived the moment she pushed him onto his back and sank down to engulf his cock. The bounce of her huge tits as she rode him to climax had him licking his lips at the memory of her puckered nipples responding to his tongue. Knowing there was more to come, he stopped stroking his erection, and fast forwarded to the view of her leaning over the bed. The clarity of the recording was superb, and he resumed jerking off as he saw the head of his cock push apart the plump lips, and the almost hypnotic pendulous swing of her tits as they fucked. Her voice coming from the speakers, begging him to pinch her nipples, reminded him how her cunt had squeezed his cock as she climaxed, and for the second night in a row his cum splattered on the carpet. He was feeling hornier than ever next morning when he went to his Mom, and he fucked her rather more enthusiastically than was necessary. She didn't complain at the the time, but after he shot his load inside her she rebuked him mildly for his roughness. His dad didn't visit that night or the next, so Tony was deprived of his entertainment, or at least his night time entertainment. His mornings just got better and better as he discovered how voracious his mother's sexual appetite was. It was as if she regretted rebuking him, and was doing all she could to show he was forgiven. On Thursday evening he was watching the recording of the morning's action, and he fast forwarded, slowing only for the cum shots as she twice rode him to orgasm. Then he came to the part that he was sure would be etched into his memory for ever. The part that had given him a hard on at work whenever he thought about it. His Mom had been lying on the bed, contentedly stroking her well fucked pussy as he pulled on his boxers before going to his room to get ready for work. He kissed her goodbye and was turning the door handle, when she had come after him and dropped to her knees, yanking his shorts down to his ankles. Before he could move a muscle she had her mouth around his limp cock, sucking and stroking him to another erection. Now he stared at the screen as, less than a foot away from the hidden camera, she began to give her son the most mind boggling blow job he could ever have imagined. Her tongue circled the head and she took it between her lips, drawing back before moving forward again. She continued to bob back and forth, engulfing a little more each time, working her tongue ceaselessly. He expected her to ease off before he went too deep, and his eyes bugged when the camera showed her throat bulging as his cock head slid past her tonsils, until he was buried to the hilt and his balls pressed against her chin. It took him some moments to realise that the moans and groans issuing from the speakers had been his own, and he barely had time to wrap a tissue around his cock as he watched the image on the screen swallow his cum. The following morning was like some form of pay back for the unexpected blow job, because his Mom insisted on him licking her to three orgasms before finally letting him fuck her to number four. That night his boss asked him to work back to finish an urgent order, so by the time he arrived home the house was in darkness. Saturday morning was the first time since they moved into their new home, that Tony had a chance to speak to Antonia in private. Their parents had left about ten o'clock to go to the wedding of a friend's daughter, and he was sitting watching his sister paint her toenails. She was wearing an old shirt knotted at the front, and one leg was drawn up against her breasts, with her foot braced against the arm of the chair as she applied the polish. A scant quarter inch strip of her panties was visible through the leg of her micro shorts, distracting him as he tried to think of how to say what was on his mind. Finally he took a deep breath. "You'd best be careful Sis." She glanced up at him. "Careful about what?" "Dad." "What about him?" "I saw him leaving your room the other night." Antonia placed her foot on the floor and gave him a guarded look. "So what? He was only talking to me about work." "OK. If you say so. Is he usually naked when he discusses work with you?" Immediately she became defensive. "What are you trying to say?" Unwilling to meet her defiant stare, he lowered his eyes. "Just that you need to be careful. You wouldn't want Mom to find out." She uncoiled from her chair like a cat, and came to stand over him, glancing down at her cleavage. "So that's what all this is about? You want some of this right?" She slipped a hand through the open front of her shirt. "You're saying you won't tell Mom provided big sister lets you feel her tits." He opened his mouth to tell her the truth. That there was no way he could hurt his mother by telling her that her husband wasn't fucking her, because he was too busy fucking their daughter. Before he could speak, she leaned over him and put her hand over his mouth. "Don't try denying it. I know how men think. OK big boy. Go ahead. Feel them." She untied the knot in her shirt and put his hand on her bared breast. "I'll even let you suck my nipples if that's what it takes." As his hand closed involuntarily on the firm flesh, she pulled his head to her other nipple. "Suck it little Brother." Unable to resist what he had dreamed about for so long, he closed his mouth on the stiffening bud, brushing it with his tongue, and teasing it with his lips. Almost imperceptibly her breathing changed as her defiance faded, and she held his head tighter. "That's it little brother, suck your big sister's tits. "Oh yess." He could feel her hot breath ruffling the hair on top of his head as he switched from nipple to nipple, feasting on the soft mounds. After several wonderful minutes she pulled away and straightened, and his jaw dropped. Whilst he had been busy with her tits, she had surreptitiously pushed her shorts and panties down, and now her smooth shaven slit was only inches from his face. "Show me what you can do with this." she panted, pulling his head to her crotch. It was no longer a case of trying to buy his silence, and she shuddered as his tongue parted her pussy lips, probing for her clit. Her legs were suddenly rubbery, and she dragged him from his chair and across to the couch, where she threw herself back against the cushions. "Come on Tony. Lick me." The instant he knelt between her knees, she slung her legs over his shoulders and seized his head in both hands, jamming his face into her pussy. She was as quick to climax as her mother, but she was more vocal and demonstrative. Each stroke of his tongue brought an instantaneous, almost aggressive response, as though she was objecting to his violation of her most secret parts, yet lending the lie to her protests by clamping her thighs and pushing her pussy ferociously against his face. She sighed with almost docile acceptance when he licked up and down her wet slit, moaned her approval when he probed her soft inner folds, and shrieked with anguished passion when he nibbled her clit. Finally she pushed him away and tore feverishly at his clothing. When she found her voice her words were straight out of the script a 'B' grade porno movie. "Quick you incestuous bastard. Fuck your sister's incestuous cunt with your filthy incestuous cock!" He came close to laughing at the sheer silliness of the phrase, but he knew it was for her own benefit rather than his, as though actually stating the taboo nature of the act excited her even more. Knowing that it was his sister's cunt he was about to stick his cock into made it a greater turn on for him than if she had been some chick he picked up in a bar, but he felt no need to vocalise it, any more than he had needed to vocalise the thrill of fucking his Mom. He moved between Antonia's spread thighs and watched his cock push apart the glistening bald lips, grimacing with satisfaction as his entire length disappeared inside her. Her orgasm had abated a little when she pushed him away, but now it flared up with greater intensity. "Oh god Tony, fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Each push into her was followed by an exclamation. "Harder! Harder! Oh fuck yes! Harder! Don't stop!" The harder he rammed her the more she liked it, and her screams echoed through the house as he fucked her, putting every ounce of his weight behind every powerful thrust of his pelvis. She thrashed under and against him, gyrating her hips and howling, until suddenly she went quiet and slumped back panting with her cum pouring out onto the couch. Her brother continued to pound her relentlessly for several minutes longer, then gasped and pumped a hot stream of jism into his sister's thoroughly fucked cunt. "Holy shit Tony, that was awesome. You have no idea how long I've wanted you to fuck me like that. I always knew you would be a good fuck, but I never imagined you would be even better than Dad." He felt a smug satisfaction at her actually admitting what he let her think he had only hinted at. "Thanks Sis." he grinned. "You're a better fuck than I expected too, so it looks like we're both happy." Trying not to sound too nosey, he asked casually,"Just out of curiosity, how many guys have you fucked, and how long have you been doing it with Dad?" Her shrug was almost nonchalant. "There have been guys who got into my pants after dates, but none of them really did it for me. One day I was talking to one of my friends at school and she told me her older brother fucked her. I was as shocked as hell at first, but the more I thought about it the wetter I got. The problem was you were too young so I put it out of my mind, but I started reading stories about incest online, and it really turned me on. "Then one time when Mom was away looking after Grandma, Dad saw me naked. He didn't say anything but just knowing he saw my pussy and tits was the biggest buzz I ever had. A few minutes later I heard him beating off in the bathroom. I knew he was thinking of me while he did it. He started trying to find chances to sneak peeks, so I started making it easier for him without it seeming too obvious. After about a week he came to my room when you were in bed. I knew what he wanted, so when he put his hand on my tit I didn't try to stop him. He started sucking my nipples and few minutes later his cock was in me, and it was heaven on a stick. It seemed like he fucked me for hours. I know he didn't but that's how it felt, and I couldn't stop cumming the whole time. None of the other guys ever made me cum, so I knew then and there that only incest would satisfy me the way I needed. When Mom came home we had to be more careful, so he could only fuck me a couple of times a week, but every time was as good as the first time." The whole time she had been talking she had been fingering her cum filled pussy, and now she looked at Tony's fresh boner and grinned. "I think you had better stick that thing in me again before it bursts." This time Antonia was less frenetic, relying on her inner muscles and trying to see how long she could keep her brother fucking her before he gave her another cunt full of cum. She managed to stretch it out until almost mid day, and they were both glad of the opportunity to eat and recharge their batteries. They fucked twice more over the next several hours, with Tony especially needing a little longer to recover each time. In the late evening she had just proven that she was as versatile with her mouth as she was with her cunt, when the slamming of car doors signalled the return of their parents. Smacking her lips as she swallowed her brother's cum, Antonia covered her tits with her shirt and pulled her panties and shorts up over her well fucked and still slippery snatch, urging Tony to hurry dressing. They were sitting supposedly watching TV as though nothing untoward had happened when their parents came in. In direct contrast to her usual mode of dress, their Mom was wearing a neat pastel summer suit which followed her contours, and their Dad never took his eyes off her for more than a few seconds, as she sat enthusing about what a beautiful couple the bride and groom made. After about twenty minutes he made a big show of stretching and yawning. "I don't know about anyone else," he announced, looking at his wife, "but I'm about ready for bed." Picking up on his cue she nodded and rose. "Yes, it's getting late, and all that dancing was more tiring than I thought." Tony gave them a few seconds head start, then went to his room and switched on his computer, bringing up the view of the master bedroom in time to catch part of a conversation. "...... hotel room by now, and he'll most likely be doing this." His Dad's voice came clearly, as he slid his wife's blouse down her arms, and reached to unclip her bra. "Yes, I expect so. Do you suppose he'll be sucking her nipples now?" his Mom asked in a whisper, lifting and offering her own breasts. "He'll be silly if he isn't. Of course, he won't be able to resist taking off her skirt and panties, and feeling her pussy ...... like this." Tony smiled as his parents acted out an imagined, or perhaps a remembered wedding night scenario, and her voice came to him again. "Yes, and that will make her want to take his hard cock out and stroke it ...... like this." They fell silent then, as she removed his clothes and lay on the bed. Their son looked on with envy as his father drove his cock deep into her waiting pussy. Envious not because his Dad was fucking his Mom, but because her face was glowing with the sheer joy of being fucked by the man with whom she had been deeply in love since the moment they met. Even though his Mom loved her son, and loved being fucked by him, this was a look that Tony knew she would never show for him. Nonetheless he was honestly delighted that his parents appeared to have rediscovered each other. He watched them until his Dad withdrew his spent cock, then switched off his computer, and with his throbbing erection leading the way, he left his room and tapped softly on Antonia's door.