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Bad Town Ch. 01

By: whispertome



Bad Town 1 : The Comfort Room

INTRODUCTION

My wife Carrie loves me to whisper dirty little fantasies to her when we are in bed.

She fingers herself softly as the plot develops, and I jerk off as I add in the detail. We love the 'image part' of fantasy more than the endless grinding fuck bit .... the brush of a silk blouse across a breast and hard nipple - the feel of a coarse leather belt spreading thighs and cunt, to make the person about to be done 'exposed'. She particularly has a thing about what cocks look like .... big lewd knobbly ones like those you see in traditional Japanese erotic art.

She often asks me to repeat special little parts of a scene, that she loves, a couple of times. Or she likes to go back to them later in the story, and then start the story again, while she builds her tension.

She also gets hot especially if the people who are in the image really should not be doing what they are doing!

As the cock, (or whatever) gets closer to penetrating the character in the story, my hot horny wife will often spread her legs wide in bed beside me - opening up - imagining it is her that is about to 'get it hard'. When the cock finally goes in, 'in the story' - well we have usually timed her build up so she comes crashingly at that moment .... and so often do I, or I hold back to give her some 'real cock', and a fill of cum after.

We have been together quite a while, and we have been swinging and having sex with others in one way or another for all of that time - so basic fantasy stuff ... couples, bi-threesomes, girls and girls, and guys and guys ... we have actually done it all ... and done it all sometimes wildly - we are big on outdoor sex, and some exhibitionism.

So our whispered fantasy ideas are way more 'out there'! Otherwise they would in fact be less than our reality. We have a number of favourite stories and themes we revisit; we have a one where a wife who is made to 'put out' to get a contract from a Japanese businessman for her hubby's company, and the teacher who nervously goes back to a student's house to add some excitement to her life, and ends up having to have his father and uncle as well. But just recently, we came up with something new when we invented 'Bad World', and in this new world we built 'Bad Town'. Bad World is a device that allows us to explores some very 'dark' themes in our fantasies, because in Bad Town everything that is bad .... is good!

Bad Town is just like the town where we really live, except that at some time in the past, Bad Town became 'different'.

If you would like to build a picture of what our 'Bad Town' is like, think of a time 60 years ago, when the world might have turned away from the path that has lead it to become the way it is now. Imagine instead, a world deciding to in the future, not to spend its resources on weapons and on war, and instead to devote all that human effort to beating disease, yet at the same time controlling population growth. A world where protecting the environment, and educating people to be tolerant and caring is as much a goal of government policy as is cutting taxes and letting corporations get rich. 

Imagine a world like your one today, but without the dirty little wars, and without the poverty. Imagine an earth where there is no the risk that the biosphere is going to go belly up at any moment, and there is enough space for us all. A life where there is no risk of getting sick if you touch someone else without a latex barrier between them and you and they and anyone else they might touch.

Imagine then, a world of diverse people, where sex grows to be just plain 'fun and safe', and people of all types who wish too, enjoy it freely every day. With lovers and partners, with friends, with strangers .... and with family.

That is not to say that in Bad World everyone is happy all the time ... where would the fun be in that? No in this reality people still do sneaky nasty stuff ... it is just on the sexual side the consequences are minor, not major. In Bad World there are no sexual taboos, because with so much sexual freedom, no one needs to do anything to anyone which would be harmful. In Bad Town sex is just normal - all kinds, any time - the wife might be pissed if she catches the hubby fucking the teasing little babysitter, and she might leave him - but he isn't going to go to jail for it.

So before you read on - Bad Town stories involve at the least, descriptions of incest, and also sex between older and younger people. We put no ages on our characters - we leave that to your imagination ... but if you have imaginations like ours, there would not be anyone who is so young that they cannot make un-pressured decisions about their own sexuality, and aren't younger than the age of legal consent.

So these are real fantasies we as an average couple share. Yet we also want you to know the difference between fantasy and reality. Please don't think we actually do the taboo things here. In our 'reality', taboo is still taboo. Bad Town IS fantasy.

Having said that, we will leave the morals of this framework for you to worry about. We hope you enjoy visiting our town, and hope you go away having happily come at least once or twice. We add our little story to the vast list of great ones already on this site, because we are curious about what you the reader will think of it. Do please let us know.



SHOPPING IN BAD TOWN

"Hey Darling! Lets visit Bad Town" I whisper.

>>> By the light of the candles, beside me, I see my sexy wife Carrie smile. She pushes the bed-covers down, lifts her arse up to hike the hem of her cotton nightie up around her hips, and slips her panties off. I figure that means "Yes!" ... so I start.

There are this couple. They are married, they are friends, they are lovers. They have a mortgage and a car they really should replace, and they are doing some mundane shopping in the one big department store in Bad Town. Let's call the wife Cathy, and we will call her poor doting husband, Tim.

Tim is carrying the basket, and Cathy is further up the aisle looking for a video she might choose to watch after dinner. They want to make it a special night ... the kids are both going to be out, so they will have the house to themselves ... they have food, they have some wine, and they both already feel very horny.

They are sooooooo horny that they just hope they can make it home to the comfort of their big bed, before they let go and jump each other!

He is particularly on edge, remembering her little tease of that kid out in the car park before they had entered the shop. He can still feel his cock half fat, as he dreams about the way she looked .... one shiny shoe on the dash, and the other over his side of the car floor next to the clutch .... the poor helpless trolley-boy transfixed at the view through the windscreen .... her womanly body ..... no panties ..... instantly swollen and slick down there.

>>> "No panties! How much can he see?" .... my wife asks ... her fingers already inside the folds of her own cunt, doing lazy slow circles - counterclockwise - around her clit.

"Well she is a teasing slut-wife." I explain, "Always showing off to others .... making her hubby crazy - but this shopping trip there is more trouble for him inside - shall I go on?"

"Yes - please do." she whispers.

So with a smile the wife makes herself respectable - waves the trolley-boy away ... fixes her lipstick in the visor mirror ... and now for god sake, Tim the hubby finds himself following her up and down the aisles shopping ... with three-fourths of a hard-on hanging down the inside leg of his slacks!

At least though, when you have a slut-wife like Carrie, even shopping often offers some kind distraction, even if it is only checking out other men checking her out - and her little flirty ways in return.

A TYPICAL BAD TOWN FAMILY

Tonight however, suddenly there is real distraction! Coming up the aisle from behind is a couple, and their three sons.

He knows this family a little ... well at least they are a little well known in certain circles in town. They are one of couples that Cathy and Tim often look at on the local swingers internet site where they themselves run a profile. Cathy and Tim hope some time to be sent a wink in return ...

The husband, James, is tall and fit and handsome with well cut grey hair. Today he is in casual jeans and a grey shirt, but more often he is out and about in his business suit. He owns one of the car yards out on the edge of town, and has a reputation for offering 'special deals'. Indeed there seem to be a disproportionate number of cute young girls driving his brand of car around Bad Town, as opposed to the other dealers who have reputations for 'cash only' sales.

His wife Eva, has always however seemed a little reserved ... perhaps even a little moussey. While still lovely to look at, she is much more the 'mum' type ... the 'school canteen and home-work helping' type. Today she is wearing a grey skirt, stockings and a sensible 'buttoned-up all-the-way' blouse, in white and stripes of muted greens. Yet despite her low heels and sensible minimal makeup, there is a zing there. The skirt is just a little tighter around her arse than it need be, and the nape of her pale neck, showing below her brown un-dyed hair pulled up into a tight bun is obviously meant to say 'housewife' .... but to Tim, it somehow screams 'sex' instead!

The eldest son Tommy is an eye catcher also. In his own profile pictures they found on the net, he is slim and dark with almost girlish features, more like his mom than his Dad, all framed in dark long soft hair. Cathy often clicks on his pictures when she and Tim are surfing for fun together. Tim has on several occasions also found that page in their history, which he always checks when he gets home from work, to see what his bad little wife has been up to. Or who.

But in real life this kid looks even more sexy, especially today. He is wearing a black tight button front shirt over his slim but well toned frame - and down below, the latest fashion for sexy young guys - a pair of fine, almost see through thin, skimpy tight black knit lycra shorts.

>>> "You know the ones?" I ask Carrie - 'With fluorescent printing on the back saying - 'Touch Me Please!' The ones that are tight so they outline the barrel of his young smooth cock inside - no visible underwear lines."

"Ooooooh ... yes!" she moans back ...... "Does the back writing have an arrow pointing down to his bottom?!?!?!"

"Of course." I help, sensing where her interest lies tonight.

Tim is half day dreaming, watching the son. The kid moves over to where his Mom is reaching up to one of the higher shelves for a title. He says, "Here ... I'll get that for you." and grabs a DVD ... but at the same brushes his other hand indiscreetly ... in an actual sexy way, over his mothers bottom!

Tim finds himself staring in shock, at that hand on the Mom's bottom, and is embarrassed to look up and find he has been observed in doing so. The husband turns to his wife ... places his hand on the other side of her arse ... and whispers just loud enough to be heard. "Yum - you two are being watched ... put on a little show for him!" but her reply is loud enough for all ... 

"Not now! Not here James! Please!"

Our horny hubby's head spins! What did the husband mean by 'put on a little show'? And when she said 'no', what was that little slap on the arse and whispered reply for her all about? And now is the son actually pouting? Is that at his mothers rejection? He catches Tim's eye with wicked smile, and just wiggles his hips in what looks like the barest of teases ... Is that a little invite thrown in? Even for Bad Town this night is just starting to get crazy!

>>> "I hope it gets crazy dirty - but tell me more about the shopping trolley boy - how was he there - what is the wife wearing" Carrie insists. She loves detail - she loves to go back and forward through our stories .... I can tell she is building the whole picture in her mind ... and the ache in her belly for filling later.

TEASING YOUNG GUYS 

So I go back and tell her about Carrie and Tim in the car. They have just pulled into a parking bay, she is finding her purse and bag when the trolley boy approaches. He is wearing Nikes, jeans, a white tee and one of those bright safety vests. He must be 6'4" and very fit .... and she is immediately interested. As he approaches to retrieve the trolleys in the bay on her side of the car, she slips her palm just inside her blouse, and rests her fingers against the side of her full right breast. His radar is working - he catches the move and stares.

In the little red Honda she is wearing her favourite shiny medium height closed toe strap backed shoes, ... she calls them 'my fuck me shoes'! She has a wrap black 'just above the knee' linen skirt on. Her soft blouse buttons down the front. It is a tight long-sleeve 'white with black print' number, which cups the swell of her still quite pert breasts beautifully. She is wearing no bra ... and as we discovered before, she has also forgotten to wear panties.

Trolley boy isn't going anywhere, and for the first time her hubby notices her little tease. She slips her fingers more fully onto her nipple and smiles at each guy in turn. "You are a slut!" her husband whispers. "I know - watch this!" she returns. She places the heels of both feet up on the dashboard, seemingly to massage her calves with her fingers ... but the effect is more importantly to raise the hem of the skirt and open the wrap a little accidentally so her creamy white thighs come into view.

"OOOOOOOH!" she moans, "He is watching!" With that she places the right foot on the floor, and with her left hand, delicately touches the tip of her little finger onto her pink hard pointy clitoris standing up in the folds of her open cunt. 

>>> "But then she stops?" Carrie asks. 

"Of course - there are heaps of horny bad boys in Bad Town." I explain "No need to get in the back seat and be fucked by the first one you find on a shopping trip - there will be more!" So I jump the story forward - back into the super market - hubby distracted by the sexy young guy and his Mom. But now suddenly there is a babble of other voices that catch his attention.

BAD TOWN BAD TEACHER

He tears his attention away from the teasing young guy's wiggly hips and lycra outlined hard-on, and turns back to his wife. There are now two cute young girls talking to her. He is vaguely aware of having seen them before ... were they in her classes?

He knows a lot of the local kids love Cathy's English classes. She has a reputation as a teacher who makes hard work fun often enough for the brighter kids to compete to be in her strand. He also knows that sometimes when they get invited over to the house for some private study out of school hours, it isn't just their transient verbs that get seen too. He tunes in to the babble of talk that the two girls are spilling out, running words together, tumbling over each other, a tumult of excitement, rushing to get out.

"Ooooh miss - you look gorgeous." ... 

"This is Nicky, we told him about you. He will be new at school next week."

"Miss he saw you in the car park, he told us what you did."

"Ooh miss you are so sexy."

"Miss ...... um ...... we have seen his cock! .... He is huge!"

"Yes Miss! Like really really huge ...... please say you will look at it?"

"Nicky wants to do you with it!!!!!!!! ... Oooooooh! Please Miss let him .... please! Jacqui couldn't fit it in .... It is tooooooo big ....... We want to see it go in you!"

Suddenly, the whole aisle is watching as this Nicky kid steps from around the end of the aisle .... He is already unbuttoning the fly of his jeans ..... He is of course the trolley boy!

>>> "Oh my God!" Carrie whispers ... "How big will he be?" I know I have her now. If there is one thing my naughty wife likes to fantasise about, it is young guys with huge cocks. So I decide on some special detail here to just lift her mood that little higher. Just imagine I say .... imagine those buttons on that fly popping open one by one as trolley boy reveals his thing .... the hubbi, the naughty lycra boy and his brothers and mom and dad, and the two schoolgirls ... all eyes agog as he reaches inside his open jeans and skims the hem of his tee up over his six pack belly.

This guy is a scene stealer!

The wife gasps when finally a cock like you would expect to see on some kind of animal on a wildlife show - not a young man - is revealed. It stands up, all ridges and veins, arched up and back. It is long enough so that the tip almost reaches to trolley boy's belly button! But most of all it is lewdly thick .... fat along the whole length.

Trolley boy does not say a word. Trolley boy lets his dick do the talking. He wraps a fist around the top half and pulls the foreskin down to reveal a huge shiny pink bulbous head, slippery pre-cum already oozing from the slit.

Cathy moans. "Oh yes - I want that up me please! But you girls will have to get me ready."

>>> Carrie stops fingering herself beside me. She turns on her side towards me. "Do they get her ready? ..... Do the girls lick her? ..... You like older women getting tongue fucked by young girls don't you?"

I do indeed. I explain how Carrie undoes her blouse, and unwraps her skirt, and drops them in a soft pile on the shop floor beside her.

She is naked now except for her fuck-me shoes.

The two young girls, now quietened, go to work. The taller one, Stacey, faces her teacher and kisses her softly on the mouth, her hands brushing softly over the slut-wife's erect nipples. The other slimmer girl stands at Carries side, and kisses her neck and feels between her teachers legs. She whispers ... "You are wet already ... but we will really make you ready miss! Trust us! You are going to be stretched right open by that thing!"

And with that they slither down the slut-wife's body ... one at back, one at front, a kiss on a nipple on the way past, a tongue snaking down the bumps of her backbone, hands joining in to encourage her legs apart .... Yet all the time the slut-wife's eyes remain fixed on the huge slowly stroked cock she is about to get .... as if mesmerised by its brutal thickness. But then ... all at once ... two tongues penetrate her front and back. Cunt and arse .... and the spell is broken!

"OOOOOOOH my arse! Oh yes! Jacqui - you have the longest tongue! Stacey! Lick my clit!"

The girls crouched at their teacher's feet, their hands and tongues forcing her ever more open in each hol . In less than a minute, they have done their job!

"Suck me. Suck me! Suck ME!'..... Yahhhh! Im ,,, c....o....m....i....n....g!!!!!. SUCK ME!"

Carries body shivers its way thru her orgasm and then quietens! Jacqui in front, turns to the trolley-boy. "She is ready now." she says.

>>> "Oh yum - I want a girl to lick me while you watch one day. Yum! But does the husband miss out? And how does the wife get it from the trolley-boy?" Carrie asks, turning back on her back in our bed, and opening her legs. I know what Carrie means. She loves to hear about 'position' ... she wants to know how the slut-wife will look, and how she will feel when the trolley-boy's cock goes into her. So I take a guess at what position she will like by the position she has herself adopted. I tell her that the slut wife in the supermarket, will get fucked by the huge-cocked trolley-boy, while laying on her back, in the missionary position.

CATHY - SLUT WIFE FUCKED

So on a blanket that one of the girls has found, Cathy is spread out on the carpeted aisle. She will be fucked in the cunt while being completely naked. She will be fucked while being watched by her husband, by two students from her school, and by a family of five who live just a few blocks away.


Bad Town Ch. 01



I tell Carrie to open her legs too, while she thinks about Cathy with her legs spread, her cunt open, and Nicky the hung huge trolley boy kneeling. There is no condom. When he puts it in it will be his raw smooth fat dick pressing into her, and his cum will splash unimpeeded into her vagina, and later run out of her in rivers. She is about to be fucked properly!

"Think of her." I say .... the trolley boy is still dressed ... he just has his huge lewd dick is sticking out of his jeans, as he gets between her legs. She is naked below him. Her cunt is fat and soft and wet. She is ready. He touches her right nippple which he feels stiffen. Then he brushes her hair away from her face, as she lifts he arms above her head to make her breasts jut up further. She invites a kiss.

He in turn, then rests the palms of his hands on the blanket each side of her, the muscles in his upper arms tighten as he lowers himself to brush his lips across hers. Then he pulls back, and with one hand effortlessly supporting his weight, he uses the other to slide the foreskin of his cock back, and to position his bare, huge, pink, pre-cum slicked knob, expertly her wet and wanting opening.

>>> "Ooooooh yum!" says Carrie beside me in our suburban bedroom. "Make him keep his cock just there ... just about to go up her, while I finger myself, and while you tell me about what the husband does! What fun does he get? Tell me!" Carrie is into this now. She wants a fair story ... something for everyone. She is a pet like that! "Tell me about Tim the hubby and Tommy the son, while I think about how a huge boys-dick like that would feel." she demands.

TIM BAD GOOD HUBBI

So while my crazy horny wife spreads her legs wider and dreams of being an older wife, fucked in the cunt by big cocked young guys, I tell her what happens to poor Tim .... with the fun family, and the sexy son.

I am a lot like Tim in this story. And Tim is of course a lot like me. Dirty minded, but not too sure of himself. If I was sure of myself, like those guys are who write into Penthouse Letters, by now Tim would be himself involved in a wild threesome with the two girls who had made his wife 'ready' for the trolley boy.

But I am not like one of those guys, and as a consequence Tim is just standing there. He is watching two young girls finger themselves, their hands in their panties down their jeans. In turn they are watching agog, as this young guy get his huge dick into position, to push it up their English teacher.

Tim is, hard as a rock, but he is just watching. But in the end, in Bad Town, everyone gets what they want or need or must have ... in the end.

So as Tim watches, he hears a whisper in his ear. It is the sexy son of the family. He says, "They are just show-offs! You can watch her get him all alone here, or you can come to the comfort room, with me, and watch my Mum get it .. from Dad and the boys. And you can get me as well!"

Tim is a bit lost. It takes a while to register the offer. To make sense of it.

The young guy seems bemused at Tim's obvious bewilderment. "Hey ... we saw you watching, we know you are dirty" he says, "Dad and the twins have taken Mom to the Comfort Room. Meet me there if you want to see something really hot!"

>>> "What is the 'Comfort Room'?" Carrie whispers ... her eyes wide. "And who are the twins?" 

Damn! I forgot the bit about how Eva's younger sons are identical twins, fine strapping lads, two years younger than Tommy, and more like their Dad in looks.

And I fill in a little detail about Bad Town for her. In Bad Town, people do sex in lots of places, like on the floor in department store aisles. But doing so isn't exactly considered polite. Cathy being fucked on the carpet in front of the video stand today isn't actually normal. It isn't unheard off ... because sometimes people just get carried away ...

So to free the aisles for actual shoppers, and to keep the cash registers 'chinging', bigger stores like this one almost always have a 'Comfort Room' where people can go to get stuff out of their system, and get back to their retail therapy. They usually have some lounges in vinyl, a shower and free towels, soft but not poor lighting, and the piped muzak from the store itself is replaced with something more fitting to the arts of sex. There is sometimes a video screen with some generic porn, and in the better stores they are always kept clean.

They are places for people who are out and about to have sex in some comfort and a little privacy.

"Yum." Cathy moans ... "What will happen to the Mum in there? ... Make the hubby go there with the boy and have a look!" What a bossy wife I have!

So I continue the story ... my wife laying beside me, legs spread wide, fingering her clit with her left hand, squeezing a breast with her right.

Tim the bewildered hubby, poor sap, lonely left alone, out of the picture does a double take. His eyes follow the young guys arse as it minces away down the aisle in the direction of the comfort room. Then he flicks back to Cathy where she now lays spread below the trolley boy, his cock still teasingly at the entrance of her cunt. She is whimpering, wordless, lost.

He turns his eyes back down the aisle just as the arse of his dreams disappears through the comfort room door, and then back to his wife just in time to see the fat cock of the trolley boy get lowered down, and pushed deep up his wife. Her mouth makes an 'O', and her eyes go glassy .... then focus on him ... and she smiles.

He turns away and goes to the Comfort Room.

>>> "Ugh ... Im close now." Carrie moans. "I can feel him in me! Do the comfort room and put your cock in me as i cum!"

THE COMFORT ROOM

Tim swings open the door to the comfort room. Tommy is the first thing he sees leaning back against the wall. His lycra shorts are in a puddle on the floor beside him, his shirt is open, his fingers are brushing across his nipples - hard little bullets standing out from his smooth brown chest.

His other fist is wrapped around his fat circumcised cock, stroking it slowly up and down - already a glistening slick of pre-cum coating the shiny head.

"Don't turn around!" he hisses at Tim. "Don't look at them yet! Come here and suck me while I watch ... then you can look ...!"

Tim is transfixed - he senses the rest of Tommy's family behind him, moving, soft noises .... but he doesn't look ... he steps forward drops to his knees, frees his own rock hard member form his slacks - and starts to swallow and slurp on this gorgeous young man's silky smooth cock. It fills his mouth and slides down his throat.

"Hmmm! That is hot ... your old man's mouth is hot over my cock. But now turn me around and make your cock go up me .... then you can look!"

In a dream Tim finds himself with his cock pushed up Tommy's arse, the young man kneeling on one of the comfort room chairs, milking his own cock in time to Tim's steady slow strokes.

"OK look now!" he moans .... I'm ready to cum!"

Tim looks to the side and takes in the people around the comfort room's special 'fuck table' on the other side of the room. Tommy's father is standing at the head of the table, massaging his own cock, hanging huge out of his jeans .... he is wiping the slick tip across his mousey wife's subservient lips. Her face is soft and and open, and horny looking.

She is laying on her back - her skirt is up around her waist, her blouse is open, her bra pulled down, and there is a hand massaging one of her soft round breasts ... One free hand is out to that side ... she is masturbating one of her twin sons. Suddenly his cock pulses and a blast of cum rockets out of the tip and splashes across his mothers tits while at the same time, her husband more gently flows his sperm across her lips.

The other son - the twin ... his jeans are around his knees ... he is between his mother's wide spread legs! His cock is up his mother's cunt. His arse had been pistoning his quite long dong into her, in smooth full stokes, but now he thrusts hard as he drives his 'sons-load' deep up into her.

Tim's own cock pulses at the sight - and he feels himself unload up Tommy's back passage, who moans again at the flood, and whose own cock jolts and jerks, and begins to shoot cum splashes across the comfort room's tiled floor!

Out in the store the trolley boy reaches his moment and floods the 'slut wife's cunt with spurts and pulses of creamy cum. Out in the store, the two girls hands down each other's panties, locked in a kiss, finger each other and watch. At the moment the trolley-boy cums up their English teacher, which makes her come and moan and whimper in turn, they tip each other over the brink.

Under me, around my cock, Carrie's yoni takes my own load, just as her dancing fingers finally bring about her own release.

The End



Bad Town Ch. 02



Cathy's Dirty Secret

ABOUT US AND BAD TOWN

Thanks for clicking on our story.

My name is Steve, and I am one half of a husband and wife writing team. By that, we mean that this story is a kind of a 'transcript' of one of mine, and my wife Carrie's best loved fantasies. She likes me to sometimes whisper really dirty fantasies to her, when we are horny in bed, or as in this case, on a picnic somewhere, when we are away from the kids.

A while ago we thought it would be extra fun, to write down some of these fantasies and put them on this site. So it is my job to type them out, and then Carrie (who is actually a school teacher and can spell) does some edits. And then we post them for you to read, and hopefully to enjoy.

We are a kinky bisexual non-monogamous couple, who have done lots of wild sex with lots of people over many years. As a result, we set our stories in a fictional place called 'Bad Town', as a way to explore some very 'dark' themes in our fantasies. So, we have created 'Bad Town' as a place where we can let our imaginations run wild, because unless we make our fantasies 'very edgy', they tend to be somewhat less dirty than the sex we have done in reality! And that of course is the aim of fantasy, to take us beyond our every day lives.

If you have already read our first 'experimental' Bad Town story, 'The Comfort Room', you can probably skip the rest of this introduction, and get straight into the fun. We hope you enjoy.

If not, maybe you would like to click on our profile, and go read 'The Comfort Room' first ... or at least take a moment to read a little about Bad Town below ... to set the scene ...

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'Bad Town' is just like the town where we actually live, except that at some time in the past, Bad Town became 'different'.

If you would like to build a picture of what our 'Bad Town' is like, think of a time 60 years ago, when the world might have turned away from the path that has lead it to become the way it is now. Imagine instead, the various nations at that time deciding not to spend their resources on more weapons or war, but instead to cooperate to devote all human effort to protecting the environment, controlling population growth, promoting tolerance, and beating disease. Imagine then, just for a start, that sixty years on it has become safe to touch someone intimately, without some latex barrier between you and them. Would not that be nice?

Also, as a result in part of this 'sex safety', imagine a world where sex, has lost most of the social stigma, and many of the taboos that it still has here in the 'real world' today. So it is a world where a lot of people do a lot of sex ... women with women, men with men, with lovers and partners, with friends, with strangers .... and with family

That is not to say that in this bad world, everyone is sexually happy and liberated all of the time. Where would the fun be in that? In Bad Town, people still do sneaky nasty sex stuff. It is just that, on the sexual side, the consequences of being caught can be serious personally, but not life ending. In Bad Town, a husband might be upset if he catches his wife in bed with the boy next door, and he might leave her, and the people along the street might disapprove of her - but society isn't going to send her to jail for it.

So before you read on - Bad Town stories may involve at the least, descriptions of sex between older and younger people, and also incest. You should stop reading now if that will offend you. We put no ages on our characters - we leave that to your imagination ... but if you have imaginations like ours, you would not be imagining anyone who is so young, that they cannot make un-pressured decisions about their own sexuality, or who are younger than the legal age of consent.

So these are real fantasies that we, as an average couple, share. Yet we also want you to know we actually do know the difference between fantasy and reality. Please don't think we actually do the taboo things here. In our 'reality', taboo is still taboo. Bad Town is fantasy.

Having said that, we will leave you to sort out your own ideas on the morals of this story. We hope you enjoy visiting Bad Town, and we hope you go away having 'happily, hornily come' ... at least once. We add our little story to the vast list of great ones already on this site, because we are curious about what you the reader will think of it. Do please let us know.

Finally, just to help you read our story; We have received some comments, that the regular 'switch in the story' between our real 'whisperings', and Tim and Cathy's fictional Bad Town words, can be confusing. To help, we wish to point out that the bits where 'we two real people' are discussing the fantasy, always start with a text device as follows :

>>> "Ooooh tell me! How big is his cock!?" my dirty little wife moans beside me. She loves detail about clothes and cocks. So I set out to describe the trolley-boy's huge lewd penis in as much loving detail as I could muster!

The bits about Cathy and Tim, (the 'fictional Bad Town' couple) and where they talk, are just in plain and un-marked text.

We are sorry also that we called our fictional wife 'Cathy'. We realise now that the name is confusingly similar to my wife's real name of Carrie. I have asked Carrie to change hers ... but she has said no.



THE COMFORT ROOM - LATER THAT NIGHT

>>> My sexy wife Carrie and I, are on a picnic blanket in a park near a beach on the coast of the country we live in. We have wine in glasses, there are people nearby. Cathy pulls a travel rug over us, snuggles her arse up against me 'spoons style'. Then she says ... "Tell me more about Bad Town. What happens after the Comfort Room?"

>>> "Sure!" I say. I love to talk dirty to Carrie ... it makes her sooo horny! So I slide the hem of her denim skirt up, and rest the palm of my hand over her black cotton panties, on her nice round arse cheek, and add ... "But you will have to remind me what happened. How did that story go?" 

>>> Carrie slaps my hand away "Ooooooh! Don't tease! You know what happened perfectly well! Remember the 'sex room' in the chain store where 'Tim the husband' went? He went there with that boy, while his wife Cathy was having sex with the big-dicked trolley boy in the aisles? That dirty thing you told about him! How the husband ended up in 'that room', fucking the cute young guy in the bum while the wife was outside getting it too, but while he and the boy were doing that, they both watched the young guy's father, and his two other twin brothers, fuck the mother!"

>>> Of course I remember. It was a story with a new twist on an oft visited theme of ours ... young guys with big cocks fucking older women. It also explored a more recent cunt churning interest of Carrie's and also mine ... mums who take their son's cocks inside them! "OK" I say ... "I will tell you more of Cathy and Tim's life. But be warned ... the story is about to get very dirty!"

>>> And so on our picnic blanket, relaxed and a little horny, I begin to tell my lovely wife about the aftermath of Cathy and Tim's 'trip to the shops' in Bad Town. I explain how Cathy already has known all their life together that Tim 'likes guys' ... and with the more 'naughty' swinging sex they have been doing in recent years, (more and more often at her instigation) she lately indeed encourages him. She loves to see him with men, and young guys - to see him take - and to be taken. 

So when Cathy and Tim are are in bed later that night, and Cathy is excitedly telling how she felt with the 'trolley boy's' cock going up her, Tim is also happy and horny to share the bit about himself and the young guy 'Nicky' in the Comfort Room. He tells first of sucking on the hard smooth 'boy's' cock, with the lad leaning back against the wall. The feel of it sliding down his throat, the dribble of precum on the end which he licks away with his tongue.

Cathy listens, eyes closed. She begins to finger herself. Tim strokes his own cock, and moves along to the bit about turning the kid around, pinning him up against the wall ... and then starting the tip of his 'man's cock' into the boy's cute slim arse. Cathy beside him on the bed is very horny. She is laying back, legs spread wide, the covers kicked off. She is bucking her cunt against her fingers. Soon Tim knows she will beg to be fucked!

But then Tim's 'recount' gets to the bit where there is 'incest' between the other sons and the mother! The part where Nicky and Tim fucked up against the wall, while they watched as Nicky's mother on the other side of the room, lay on her back, on the comfort room couch, her sensible skirt rucked up around her waist, her husband and one twin son at her sides, coming in her mouth, and on her tits, while the other twin up on the couch between her spread legs fucked his cock up into his mother's open cunt.

Tim has some trouble then. He pauses for a moment wondering whether to go on. There are things about incest he isn't sure about, and stuff that maybe he doesn't want even his wife to hear! How for instance could he possibly explain the 'jolt of lust' he had felt in his cock, while pushing it up a young guy's arse, as he watched the mother open her legs for one of Nick's two younger brothers?

So he stops his story, and plays an old trick of going back to the bits, just with the young guy and him. The detail he knows Carrie will love. The peeling down of the boy's lycra shorts, and how the hot stiff smooth young cock sprang up demandingly in front of Tim's face.

But it doesn't work! Cathy just knows there is more. After 'all their years together', she knows her man, and she isn't happy with just 'half of the story'. She wants the whole deal! The father, the mother, and the twin sons. She knows they were in the Comfort Room also. "What did they do in there?" she demands!

Tim is more uncomfortable. "I don't want to talk about that! It was a bit much." he says limply. He feels lame, and uncertain. He takes his hand away from his cock, and Cathy stops fingering herself, and turns to look at him closely!

"OK ... if that is the way you want to run this, then fine - but you must tell me sometime." she says, "We shouldn't have secrets!" 

Tim is alarmed! Cathy seems genuinely angry. Lately she has become more demanding in their sex. The swinging ideas and advances he had introduced to their marriage, (as more and more people that they knew, began to take up the so called 'modern sexual freedoms') are often now instigated by her ... not him. He knows for instance that she has had sex with some senior students from her school. He would never have thought she would do that, back when they started with just some 'couple swapping', ten years before.

So Cathy's growing sex insatiability is sometimes now getting to be a little 'on-the-edge' for Tim. "I'm sorry ... I will tell you." he whispers ... "Just let me think it though. It was pretty wild! I think maybe I am becoming more conservative than you? It is funny isn't it? After how we started?"

"O.K." ...she says cutting him off .... "Not now ... You don't have to tell me now ... But soon ... soon I must know! Remember, no secrets! We need to be open."

They each begin to masturbate again, but now in silence. Then she moves into one of her favourite positions, and they begin to fuck without saying a word. She is on her knees, 'doggy style', her face turned to one side, her tits pressed against the sheets, her arse presented passively up to his thrusts!

As he pounds his cock into Cathy, his randy wife starts to moan.

She is fingering her clit underneath. As she begins to come, her moans turn into words. She starts repeating over, and over ... "Ooh baby ... baby ... put it in momma! ...  put it in momma" .... then as she comes, she shouts out loud ..... "Yes stick it in my momma's cunt! Blow it up me!!!" 

The thing that makes Tim really shocked, and completely uncertain again, is the way that Cathy's blatant 'incest fantasy' makes her come so hard! And the way that makes him plunge furiously into her swollen wetness, to come in pumping - huge - gushing spurts up her cunt too!

NAUGHTY LILLY!

Later, as Tim is laying awake beside his naked sleeping wife, his sperm running from between her legs, he wonders at where they are both heading. Sex with others has been a great addition to their marriage, and when they started it seemed to bring a real spark to Cathy's every day life. It seemed to lift some kind of 'shadow' from Cathy's sexuality when he first proposed that they not put so much weight on 'monogamy' in their relationship ... and they get out and meet some people and have some different kinds of sex fun.

But there are negatives as well.

Just lately, (with even HIV at last completely beaten) all these new sexual freedoms have turned out to be a bit of a 'double edged sword' for Tim. Of course, he loves the sex when they fuck others, especially in threesomes with bi guys, but he also worries that their sex life is getting out of 'his' control. Being 'out there' means that Cathy is coming into contact with more guys in a sexual sort of way ... often men who are more successful than he is - who could offer her more than he can. Indeed, there have been plenty of men, (and a few women) who he believes could try to 'take her away' from him.

But then on the other hand, Tim feels that it is his willingness to 'let' his horny little wife fuck around, that has kept them together, particularly when there have lately been some strains on their home life. 

His business is not going well, and their kids seem to have cost a fortune as they have gone through their teens, so money has been quite tight. There have been a few fights of late over that. And Cathy wants to ask old Jim, (her near 70 year old father) for some money to get a new car they so badly need to buy, so Lilly can have their old one.

Tim knows thes have always thought him a failure, and Cathy's 'total bitch' of a mother, Marlene, is forever moaning about what 'spend-thrifts they are', and how they should 'live within their means'. If Marlene ever found out about the many thousands of dollars, over the years, that dear old Jim has given to Cathy, she would go through the roof.

Cathy's sister Michelle after all has always been the 'good girl' of the family, and her mother's favourite. On the other hand Cathy has always been Jim's girl, and he often seems to find more time for her at parties, to share a private joke, or some quiet time away from the crowd.

Lately Tim has started to wonder about these times Cathy spends with her dad. And the wonder has brought at times a strange kind of excitement, mixed with a definite tinge of anger at the way hiss have always treated him. Marlene, making his life hell, and Cathy's special relationship with her father are complexities Tim increasingly can't seem to handle. So he, therefore, really doesn't want them to take any more of Jim's money, and that has been a particular sore point of late between he and his sexy wife.

But all of that 'in-law trouble', pales into insignificance against this latest question of exactly whose sperm is it really acceptable for a wife, and mother, to take up her cunt? Late in the night, un-rested and anxious, he resolves to never again go near the subject of incest. It is just too confronting!

>>> "Are they going to fight?" asks Carrie beside me under the rug. "I like Tim ... I understand his concerns ... The wife should not be to hard on him!"

>>> "No they won't fight." I reassure her ... "There is some tension though! Bad Town is a nice place - and people do lots of nice stuff there. But there are always some 'edges' in every real relationship, and Cathy and Tim have maybe found theirs."

>>>"O.K." Carrie says. "You know I hate fights. But I do like excitement ... so please go on." She lies on her back, and takes my hand and slides it back up under her skirt. This time she puts my hand on top of her 'mound' in her panties. They are already wet and sticky.

So Tim makes it through his night without having to reveal all ... without Cathy prying out of him his long hidden 'secrets of incestuous lust'. Its a relief! Where would it stop? Would she want to hear about that stuff when he was a kid - before they even met?

He wakes tired in the morning, but is further reassured by the lovely and gentle ... indeed totally 'normal', husband-and-wife fuck they enjoy before getting up.

But then, at breakfast, it starts all over!

Tim is half way though his bacon and eggs when their daughter Lilly, comes bouncing into the kitchen ... She is wearing a tiny, almost see through baby-doll nightie which shows clearly the shape of her pert breasts, and offers also the barest hint of cherry pink nipples. Furthermore, her skimpy panties, are just covering her tight little arse. To Tim, his loving and lovely daughter is a daily exquisite torture!

He knows he shouldn't look, and he tries not to when the the family is around - but Lilly is a 'tease' ... and he knows she likes his attention, and for years she has been using her flirty ways to get things she wants from him. Lately indeed, she has been 'forgetting' to fully close her bedroom door when she dresses, and the blinds on the bathroom window she never seems to shut tight ... and she has been dropping what seem like hints that there will be 'more' if he is a 'nice Daddy' and takes Grandpa's money for a new car, so she can have the old one. And for Tim, it has been hard not to be tempted to go along with a little 'fun', so to speak, to 'give in' to her, especially since she is soon to be married, and move out of the house.

So he grabs a few long hard stares while she is at the kitchen sink, obviously flirting again with him, and lifts his head as she bushes a kiss across his cheek ... rushing past and upstairs to get dressed for work. He then turns and follows with his eyes ...

Up the stairs goes that tight twitchy arse .... "Oooh yum!" he almost says out loud.

Then she pauses, and calls back down ... "I'm heading for the shower Daddy. Try to remember not to run the water in the sink!" And then, (most immodestly) she reaches under the hem of her nightie, wriggles her panties down around her ankles, steps free of them, and bends over to pick them up. This gives Tim a cock-twitching view of her arse, and the hair fuzz around her cunt lips.

He is transfixed!

Then she bounds the last few steps up to the first floor ... and is gone. Tim sighs, (out loud this time) and almost involuntarily his hand moves to caress his rigid cock poking out of the fly of his pyjamas under the table. He gives a few soft pulls, and wipes his thumb over the pre-cum slickened tip, then sighs again, pulls his pants back into place, and turns back to his bacon and eggs.

Yet when Tim returns to his meal, to his 'cock-wilting' mortification, he discovers that Cathy has come silently into the kitchen from the dining room. She is leaning against the door jamb and is watching her husband intently. 

CAUGHT PEEKING TIM!

She smiles. "Well Tim! That was a nice little show wasn't it? I had been wondering why you wouldn't share your little 'happy family Comfort Room story' with me? Now I think I know! I think you have been enjoying imagining a little 'family fun' for yourself."

Cathy has her hands on her hips! He feels like one of her school students she has caught looking up her dress - or worse - talking in class! He drops his head in shame, staring at his congealing eggs and cooling bacon. He is speechless with guilt.

"Hey! Don't look so shocked ..." Cathy continues. "Your secret peeks at our daughter have never been very careful! Lilly and I do talk you know, and she is a sexy teasing little minx isn't she? And you shouldn't think she isn't more than a little 'experienced'! You know I think it is actually nice for you two! And soon the poor girl will be hitched to that stupid dull boy! Go on .... at least let yourself enjoy some fun flirting ... while she can still get it! It's all fine you know these days. Why are you denying yourself and your family all the time when we could all have such nice things?"




Bad Town Ch. 02



Tim stammers and blushes at Cathy's gentle tirade and wishes to protest his innocence ... yet he is confused about what it is that Cathy is saying. Is she possibly saying his fun with Lilly is OK?

However before he can gather any thoughts to make a reply of any kind, his son Jason, tall and handsome, fit and brown skinned, wanders bleary-eyed into the kitchen. The kid drops some bread slices into the toaster. He is wearing a pair of low slung cargo shorts, and apparently not much else by the amount of tanned bum crack showing. 'Do boys never wear proper underwear these days' ... Tim wonders?

Cathy turns to the young man. "Hi baby!" ... she says, going to him. "You look sooo tired! Didn't you sleep well! Have you been worrying about silly stuff all night like your Daddy has? Let me give you a special hug!" Then with a smile at her husband, she pulls her son to her curvy womanly body, (Tim knows she is naked under her robe!) and says "Oooh yum - you feel nice - give momma a kiss!"

Tim's tummy churns ... but to his shame, his cock also stiffens again a little. It then stiffens completely, when his son's hand slides a little low, to rest on the top of his wife's arse!

His wife disentangles herself from her sleepy son's lingering embrace. She gives Tim another look that is plainly a challenge - then flounces past him without even a peck on the cheek. She too bounces up the stairs, like his daughter, also to get ready for work.

But Cathy doesn't do the 'undie-drop' thing. She just keeps going.

>>> "Poor Tim!" my wife says husky voiced beside me. "He really has let things get out of control hasn't he? Its always best to tell the truth isn't it?"

>>> "Yes." I reply "But is this horny for you? Are you enjoying it?"

>>> Carrie doesn't answer in words. She simply checks to make sure she is fully covered from prying eyes. Then her hand moves under the rug and under her skirt hem. It slides under mine, and down the front of her black cotton panties. Her fingers begin to move, as always when she is first starting to touch herself, in slow counterclockwise circles. Obviously she wants to find out how Tim solves his new problem. So I go on.

BOYS WILL BE BOYS

All through that week, Cathy teases Tim with looks and smiles whenever Lilly is around. She also starts to regularly wear sexy see-through clothes in front of Jason, and does a lot of brushing his arm, and kissing his neck. There is also a plenty more of the 'special mummy hugging routine', which Jason often instigates. 

By Wednesday Tim is horrified - but also turned on - to see his sons hands are starting to roam more freely over Cathy's body during these hugs. And on Friday afternoon Cathy is prancing around the house in a very clingy, low cut dress, when Tim gets home, to find Jason is back from school early .... and he has three of his friends over!

Tim sees the boys ogling his wife, as she comes in and out of the lounge-room. But the ogling moves up a notch when she appears at about five, after having changed into a pale salmon coloured sheer top, and skimpy cut-off jeans. She has no bra on, her nipples are dark shapes, her breasts heavy and mobile before their eyes. She stands framed in the door and says, "Hey Jase! ... can you leave the game for a minute, and come and help me clean the pool? 

Tim has placed himself behind the door of his study. It is just open enough to peek through a crack and across the hall. When Cathy and Jason go outside, Tim hears Jason's friends use words like 'What a hotty!', and 'Bet she would suck great'. They stand up from the PS2 to watch his wife out through the french doors. Cathy and Jason are laughing and having a water fight. Cathy kicks water towards Jason, and in return he turns the hose on her, wetting her from head to toe. His mother's previously see through top, is now just an invisible film, clinging tight over her big womanly breasts.

One of the boys is Mike. He is Jason's very best friend. Mike turns to the others, who Tim doesn't really know, and says "OH ---- MY --- GOD! Look at those tits! I'd love to give her this!" He has his hand down the front of his Billabong board-shorts, and he is waggling his fat 'boy's-cock' out through the fly!

Tim has already been masturbating while secretly watching Cathy flirt throughout the afternoon ... and the sight of the young guy's hard cock brings him close. But when one of the other boys says in return, 'She'd love your big cock man! Have you seen her flashing her body at us? And I bet Jason is giving Mummy some anyway!" ... well that is enough to tip Tim over the edge, and he sprays his cum half way up the inside of his study door.

CATHY OFFERS A DEAL

>>> "Oh God!" Carrie moans, she jerks her hips up against her fingers in her first orgasm of the afternoon. I snuggle closer, laying on my side so my body shields her movements from view by the old couple sitting on the bench 20 metres away, and the family group walking their pooches along the bike path.

>>> I have my own cock out of the top of my shorts. It is warm up against her hip. Her movements and my own story, have been making it stiff, without me needing to touch it at all. Carrie slides her hand up and smears my precum over the head, with the thumb of her left hand. "Let me rest a moment and then tell me more." she whispers, "I want us to both get there. Do the son's friends fuck her?"

>>> "No, Jason's 'mates' don't fuck Cathy. Not yet ... not in this story. That will happen in a later Bad Town story." I promise. "This one is a bit kinkier than that. Shall I go on?"

>>> "Yessssss please!" Carrie Starts touching herself again.

So I tell how, over the weekend, poor Tim's frustration builds, and builds, at not knowing whether his wife is fucking his son. And on top of that, his once 'secret lusts and dirty 'trading' car plans' he has for his own daughter are now something his wife knows about. So he has to try to stop himself from 'looking', and that seems to have put his daughter in a 'sniff' with him and she is withholding his 'peeks'. As a result Tim's sexual 'frustrato-meter' has pushed up to 'redline'. However it is his guilt at his own horniness about the idea of sex in his family, that snaps the needle. His anxiety is off the scale!

Finally on Sunday night in bed, Tim has had enough ... It has been seven days since he and Cathy have had sex. He decides to act. He tells all of what happened in the comfort room .... Well ... all of what happened except how horny it made him to see the son fucking his cock up the mother ... So it is kind of a 'half story', with a 'half question' hidden in it.

And in return, Cathy gives him a kind of a 'half answer', to his 'half asked' question .....

"Look Tim. I think I know what you want to hear ..." she starts. "And the answer is no ... not yet ... probably not ever ... maybe sometime. I haven't had sex with Jay!!!!! But if ever I do, I promise to tell you. And you must tell me about all your little adventures in life also ... We all have secrets O.K.? What about if you tell me all of yours, I will tell you 'all' of mine? But let's leave it at that for the moment!" ... and then just like a woman, she has more to add .... "It's not like it is against the law anymore! Now go to sleep!"

Cathy goes to sleep.

Tim instead tosses and turns, and worries himself into a lather of sweat, wondering what 'secrets' Cathy might have, before he eventually drifts into a half awake sexual nightmare - in which Cathy is in the Comfort Room on the couch. Her legs are spread, and a young guy is fucking his cock up her cunt ... Except Tim can't see who the young guy is, because his own daughter is leaning back against the wall watching her mother being fucked. And she has Tim's face buried between her legs, holding him there by the hair, grinding her pelvis against his mouth ... and she is telling him not to look back ... just keep licking!

He wakes with a raging hard-on, and even though he masturbates in the shower thinking of the dream, he still goes off to work feeling frustrated, and very, very, horny. He shuts the office door. His secretary won't be in for another hour. At the computer he logs into an internet 'porn story' site, and fumbles with his fly. He pulls out his half fat cock. He moves the box of tissues closer. He clicks on one of the stories in the 'incest' category. He begins to read ... and begins to stroke again.

>>> Beside me under the blanket Carrie is still finger fucking herself, but now with her right hand. She has found the lube she always carries in her beach bag, and with that on the fingers of her left hand, she is in unison sliding those fingers back and forward over the tip of my cock. "That feels nice." I say.

>>> "It does." she replies ... "Especially when you are talking dirty for us ... don't let me distract you ... I'll stop rubbing you if you stop telling me the story. Tell me what happens!"

MUMS AND SONS

So poor Tim has a bad case of the Monday workweek blues.

Cathy however has Monday off because it is a school break day, and so therefore, does Jason. And because they were both to be home alone together, Jason had made sure he got one of Cathy's 'special hugs' at his 'late' breakfast, after Tim had already left for work. But now it is the afternoon, and Cathy has just been doing odd jobs all day around the house. And while Jason is supposed to be studying, with his eyes glued to his books, Cathy's son's attention has been all over his mother instead.

And in another 'special hug' after lunch, so had been his hands!

Cathy was in fact on that occasion, forced to actively disengage from him. He had slipped his arm up between their bodies, to press his palm against her ribs, and he had been kissing her forehead softly. Then his hand had started to move higher, until the inside of his thumb was quite plainly moving gently first against the underside of her breast, and then more boldly up over to gently squeeze her super stiff nipple. She was bra-less, and her thin tight blouse was half unbuttoned, and Cathy could feel any resistance to his advances beginning to melt. His left hand was gently sliding over her arse cheek, feeling her softly through the fabric of her cotton wrap skirt. 

He was once again wearing no shirt, and Cathy could feel her son's plainly hard cock in his track-pants, pushing up against her belly. His smooth brown chest smelled just faintly of the scent she had given him for his last birthday. It seemed that at last he had found a reason to wear it. 

"When did I buy him that? Was it really this last birthday, or the year before?" Her mind begins to wander. The whole afternoon has begun to feel like a dream! The lush feel of being in his arms, his smell of scent and skin, his careful soft moves, his soft kisses on her face getting closer to her mouth! She tried to hold her mouth away from his ... but her head turned to him instead of away, as if she had no power left to control her body.

His lips brushed hers ... 

But then suddenly, and for no reason, something changed. To Cathy this was all happening too fast. Suddenly she wasn't sure this was a good idea. She says, "Jason! No ....! Please!" putting the palms of her hands flat against his chest and pushing herself out, and away from his embrace. "I don't want this! We must stop this!" she added firmly.

Unfortunately she knew that her bullet hard nipples, the woman smell from her creaming cunt, and the husk in her voice, were telling her son the complete opposite. They were saying that she wanted sex now, and she was feeling like having it with him!

So even though she goes upstairs, puts on a bra, and changes into 'less revealing' clothes, Cathy's resolve that afternoon was never strong.

And now three hours later, the game of risk, and dare, and tease, has started again. She is back in her bedroom standing in front of her full length mirror. The door to the room is open a crack, (she left it that way) and she can hear her son out there. Cathy knows Jason is watching her, looking at her ... and she knows by the breathing that she can hear from the hall, that he is masturbating while he looks.

She has already undone three buttons on her blouse. She is fondling her creamy breasts cupped in her low-cut bra, looking at herself in the mirror, and back over her shoulders at that open crack in the door. She realises Jason has quietly pushed it open a little more, to better see her womanly body.

She decides just to strip a little for her son, to give him some fun like Lilly does for Tim, so he can enjoy seeing his mother nude while he comes.

She takes off her skirt. She unbuttons and unzips the side, and lets it drop to the floor. She is wearing a semi-cut pale blue g-string, with a sheer mesh front. The fabric is wet through from her flowing juice, and she can see her cunt lips and slit through the fabric. Between her legs, there is that 'empty aching' feeling she gets when she is fully 'on heat'. There is a warm glow in her belly.

She wants just to tease Jason, but she knows her body is hungry for cock.

Cathy looks up in the mirror. She is just able to make out her son's form though the part-opened door way. In the semi-dark hallway, she can just see his fist moving up and down on his cock. Her son is jerking off looking at his own Mother's body ... and she is letting him! She fully unbuttons her blouse and shrugs it off. She reaches behind, and undoes the snap-catch of her bra, and removes it from her breasts. They are firm and full, and her nipples are hard. 

She drops the bra onto her dressing table. She looks in the mirror back through the door. It is more open. Jason is naked - he has his cock in his fist but he is hardly moving his hand. She realises he is holding back his cum. It is the moment of no return!

Cathy knows that if she pulls down her panties now, as part of her strip, she will not be able to stop herself. She knows will start to touch herself between the legs, so her son will see his mother fingering herself in the mirror. She knows that she will then lay face down on the bed. She will tilt up her soft womanly arse, and spread her legs. She will turn her face away from the door, so that if he comes in the room, neither of them will at first need to look into each other's eyes.

Cathy is back in a dream state ... her thoughts race ... 'My son will see my cunt open!' 'His hot hard dick will want to be up me, not just in his fist!!!!' 

Her cunt is gushing love juice, further wetting her panties.

She thinks ... 'Jason's cock pushing into my cunt for the first time!' My own son will fuck me, and in just moments he will shoot his hot sperm up into my belly!

For Cathy it is a divine thought!

It is a thought that breaks her will-power entirely. She hooks her fingers into her panties. She slides them down ... She runs a finger up and down her slippery soaked fat swollen slit. She gets on the bed. She turns her face away from the door. She gets into her 'on heat' position. Her tits and face are pressed down onto the crisp white sheet. Her knees are wide apart, her pelvis tilted back so her arse is in the air. A hand moves down between her thighs. Her fingers open her cunt lips, to expose her pink wet hole.

She is ready. She hears the door begin to slowly open. She wants his cock!

Then, the fucking phone beside the bed rings!!!!! 

CATHY'S BITCH MUM

>>> "The phone!?" Carrie moans ... "You stopped the story for a phone call!!!!!????" My wife is looking at me in shock. "I was about to come, and I wanted your cock in me so I could pretend I was in that room being watched ...! Who the hell is on the phone?"

>>> "Don't worry, it isn't a tele-marketer." I reassure her. 

>>> "I am glad!" she replies ... "I could kill you if you stop my orgasm for some phone company guy from India! Like ... I do think Indian guys are sexy!!!! But darling .... you do push the limits sometimes!"

>>> "No, it isn't a call from Mumbai, or even a political survey." I smirk.... "Unfortunately it is worse than that! It is a call from Cathy's mum."

>>> "Her mother has phoned!!!!!?????" Carrie's look turns from shock to incredulity! "You really do know how to let a girl down don't you? Get rid of the mum now, and get the son back! And have your cock ready."

>>> "I'm sorry, I can't bring Jason back to the door." I protest ... "The mood is broken. Already he has gone down the hall! While talking to her mum, Cathy hears the toilet flush."

>>> You see, I have very strict rules about the stories I tell my wife. One is that I won't always tell her just what she wants to hear. I like to keep her on edge. A little frustration never hurt anyone. But I do make an offer ... "Keep touching yourself, but turn on your side spoons, and set my cock near your hole ... If you do that I promise someone will finally 'get it good' soon!"

>>> Carrie accepts my deal. The old couple on the park bench have gone. We are alone. There are just some seemingly empty holiday houses on the hill above. Carrie sips some more wine, slides her panties off under the blanket, and turns to face away from me. My cock is hard. I move to 'spoon' her. I have been ready to come, since right back at the bit about Jason and Cathy and the pool water fight.

>>> I move to get the angle right so that my cock head is down low between Carries cunt lips. At her wet opening ... but not in. "That feels nice!" my wife sighs ... "Please go on ... and this time all the way to the end ... otherwise you will end up like the husband in the story!!!! ... 'No Sex For Seven Days'!"

>>> So I decide I had better finish both Cathy and Carrie off fast!

>>> I tell her Cathy's bitch of a mother Marlene, is famous in the family for talking non stop for twenty minutes on the phone, without once letting you say anything.

Her calls, like this one, are usually moans about her poor long suffering husband Jim ... "Why did I marry someone who is so damned horny all the time?" is a common complaint. "Isn't once a month a lot actually?"

But this one soon turns on Cathy as well ... "You have his genes you know? The way you dress like a slut these days ... its just what he would like. Everyone knows it is all the fashion, putting it on show ... but Cathy ... its just lots of sex and no responsibility." And as usual, Marlene also manages to drag 'religion' into the picture. "At service on Sunday ... that nice new Minister made the very pertinent point! He said just because you can do something - does that mean you should?"

"Cathy! Are you listening to me?"

Cathy has to confess she hasn't been listening. Instead she has been frustratedly pulling her clothes back on. She needs to cool off and take time to think, before Tim gets home. "Sorry Mum. I was just doing something. What was it you said?"

"Typical!" her Mother snorts down the line "You ceased listening to me properly when you were five! I said please go around to the house and water my plants. It is such a hot afternoon, and I have phoned your Father, and he says he forgot to do them before he went to the office. They will be in such a state when I get back from golf tomorrow. And while you are there, give him something for dinner! He is so hopeless, now be a good girl and pop around and fix my plants."

Click!

CATHY MAKES HER MOVE

>>> "Gosh! What a bitch. I would prefer a tele-marketer!" my 'panty-free' wife whispers ... "Cathy should go around and poison the plants instead!"

>>> "Oh noooooo!" I say, "Cathy has a better idea than that - an idea that will solve maybe ten problems in one."

>>> "Cool! I love problem solving." Carrie replies ... "And I am betting it is a sexy solution!"

After her mother hung up in her ear, Cathy's frustration at 'life in general' boils over! Powered by a mix of unquenched horniness from her morning with Jason, and pure rage at her manipulative mother, she picks up the phone again, and punches the autodial for three very special calls.




Bad Town Ch. 02



The first number, and the call that needs most to be made in her life to free Cathy from the complicated 'family relationships' that have enveloped her, is to Tim at his office. It is perhaps the most important call Cathy has ever made to him. It is a call to finally tell her husband his 'wife's dirty little thirty year secret'! In making it Cathy is so nervous she shakes uncontrollably. But by it's end, Cathy and Tim's whole world has changed ...! 

She finally breaks the 'code of silence' she has kept for three decades, a code based on old beliefs from the 70's that it was somehow 'wrong' for a girl to actually 'want to have sex with her father'. And in doing that, she tells Tim that the 'financial support' her father has given them secretly all of these years, was in part due to her continuing to spread her 'daughter's legs' for him, like her mother never would.

This truth telling, this clearing of the air, gives Cathy an immediate sense of 'freedom'. It is a freedom finally, in her forty-second year of life, to just honestly 'be herself', without fear she is deceiving her own husband.

But as she speaks, and as she hears Tim's actually unsurprised responses on the end of the line, she begins to realise she is also granting her most loved husband a 'freedom' he has himself, for a long time needed. And soon they are talking about this new sense of freedom for both of them, and both feeling excited and sexy, like they really haven't in months.

So, now in a buzz, and with promises to her now super horny husband that she will 'tell him more' over the coming days, she asks him if he would 'like a very special treat tonight'? Tim is so horny he agrees immediately to her idea, without questioning its nature, and then listens quietly to her instructions before with kisses, and a wet cunt, and a hard cock on the either end of the line, they hang up.

Then Cathy makes two other calls. These are calls she is much more confident about! 

The first is to her very bad daughter Lilly, with a 'plan'!

The second is to her even 'badder' father, with the promise of some fun like he has 'never had before'!

Cathy showers and dresses, and shouts out to Jason (who seems to be off somewhere sulking) that she is going out. She leaves the house.

>>> "God! I love dirty sex!" my wife moans, another orgasm building, buzzing thru her cunt, she bucks back against me and my cock slides half way up into her vagina ... "Tell me more about the father and her!!! She is a whore like me who just wants it from everyone! I know what is going to happen ... she has been fucking her father ... and she is going around to get revenge on the mum by doing it again!"

>>> I smile. I know I have her now. Carrie is at that point where I know I can describe the dirtiest of sex, and it will just make her wetter and wetter. She is in her 'unshockable phase', and between her legs, it is so slick with the combination of lube and her sex juices and my precum, that she is 'have-able' anywhere.

>>> So I describe the special relationship Cathy has always had with her daddy, taking his cock whenever her mommy was away, and even sometimes quickly when she was in the house, and one time even in later years in her house upstairs in Lilly's room, while poor Tim was downstairs listening to another of Marlene's whinges.

>>> And now Tim knows too ... so our family in Bad Town is sure to get to be a lot more fun! But as I tell the story, I have a 'special treat' for my wife, as we lay together half fucking, me holding back, on the picnic blanket, in a park in the country where we live.

Thirty minutes after she leaves Jason to sulk in the house, Cathy picks up Lilly from her work, and takes her clothes shopping. They spend an hour an a half in the local mall, choosing fun stuff to wear, like two girlfriends out on a spree. By seven in the evening they are walking arm in arm up the front drive, to knock on the front door of her parent's home.

Cathy is wearing a new cotton wrap dress. It has a black pattern on white, and a deeply plunging neckline, and she also has on some new sexy strappy sandals. Lilly is in a tight blue tee, and skimpy tight white knit shorts, with white sand shoes and sox. Cathy obviously isn't wearing a bra, and by the shapes of Lilly's nipples, and the way the shorts 'cut up' between her soft 'cunt mound lips', she is neither wearing a bra, nor panties.

Cathy is the one to knock on the door. It is 'off the latch' and swings silently open. They go along the hall and into the formal lounge with its massive fireplace, which only gets used on the coldest of winter days in their warm climate. The room is full of fussy 'nic-nacs' that Marlene has collected over the years, much to all of the family's dismay. Marlene also has a taste for 'heavy dark furniture', and there is an obscenely large, rich red, four seater lounge in the centre of the room.

Cathy's father is sitting in the middle of the lounge.

He is wearing a white singlet over his still excellently proportioned chest. Jim has always 'worked out', and could easily pass for being in his late fifties. Other than the singlet he is naked, and Cathy goes straight to him to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. As she does, she leans close to his ear, and his eyes feast on his daughter's breasts, which show fully as her top hangs loose and open in front of him. She whispers ... "Your little girl is sooo ready for you!" There is a definite husk in Cathy's voice as she adds ... "You just relax and enjoy! But first I will check the curtains."

As she goes across the room to check the curtains on the imposing bay-window leading onto her mother's precious garden, she leaves Lilly to stare goggle eyed at her grandfather's impressive (though admittedly 'Cialis powered') penis rearing up out of his lap. Cathy isn't near enough to hear the involuntary gasp that escapes from her own daughter's lips, at the sight of her grandfather's engorged, vein covered, purple tipped cock. As the moan escapes her lips, her cunt contracts and creams, fully wetting the front of her shorts down the length of her 'cameltoe slit'. Her grandfather can now clearly see his own granddaughters 'heated' state. 

Cathy is busy closing the curtains, except for one which she leaves open a few centimetres. With her back turned to those in the room, she winks and quickly blows a kiss to Tim who is hiding in the bushes just outside the window. He already has his cock out of his business pants, and is hard as a rock. He seems more interested in seeing into the room than having Kathy blow kisses. She can't blame him. This must be like ten 'Christmas days' all come at once, for her poor incest-crazed husband.

Tim is about to see in real life, incest sex like no other incest sex he has ever seen on his computer in the study, or at the office. Cathy knows, because for years she has been checking the sites he visits, and most of them are about 'very, very, dirty families'!

Cathy turns again, and walks back to her father, but this time as she approaches him, she pulls at the tie around her waist, and the wrap dress falls from her body. Cathy isn't wearing any underwear either. By the time she is with her father, back at the lounge, and she is standing before him, and he is reaching up to part the folds of her cunt and rub his daughter's clit with the ball of her thumb, she is naked except for her strappy shoes, a gold bracelet he gave her as a child and some matching ear-rings, also a more recent 'special present'!

Tim watches transfixed from outside the window. He is pulling his hard cock, not knowing where to look next, as a soft half smile spreads across his wife's lips while her father moves his finger's within the folds of his daughter's cunt. He cannot hear the words Cathy is speaking, as she turns her head to look at Lilly who is also staring, wide eyed, watching her own mother being fingered by her grandfather. But Tim knows what the 'general idea' is for the evening, and Cathy has promised to fill him in on all the details in bed later that night. So Tim is content to watch and stroke, and try to lip read a little, and fill in the gaps of talk in the room with his own horny imaginings!

In the room, feeling the buzz in her cunt grow as her father continues to work the flats of three fingers over her spread cunt lips, Cathy turns her head to speak to her daughter ... "Your granddaddy has always been so good at this!. Pull your shorts down. Let him see your hot tight little cunt!"

Lilly, in a daze, does as she is told. She shimmies her wet white shorts down until they drop around her ankles, and then she steps out of them. "That is perfect." Cathy sighs ... "Stand there and let Granddad look at his 'prize'. He can have you in return for that money for the car. But first he has to have his cock in me for a little while. Since you need to 'earn your wheels' ... I'll show you how he likes women to ride this special thing!"

Lilly does as she is told. She stands and watches as her mother straddles her grandfather on the lounge. She kneels on the lounge, her legs spread either side of the old man, her naked tits and statuesque body in front of him to feast his eyes upon! Lilly stands and watches as her mother reaches down between her legs, and takes her father's cock with her right hand, and places the huge knob at her cunt opening. She then spreads her cunt lips with her left hand. Her father has his hands passively flat on the couch beside him. His daughter is poised above him, the arch of her arse and legs, framing his hard rocket of a cock.

Cathy turns her head and says to her daughter ... "This is how your grandfather wants you!" She lowers her cunt onto her father's cock. Lilly's eyes glaze over at the site of her grandfather's shaft sliding fully deep up into her mother's body. Lilly's right hand moves involuntarily to her own bare cunt, and she starts rubbing her clit.

Outside in the garden, Tim is pulling his cock wildly - in rapture like Lilly - in seeing old Jim's root deep up into his own wife's cunt. Then when she begins to bounce on it wildly - bringing old Jim to the edge of a 'sperm gushing' orgasm, Tim's own cock gets close to blowing out cum as well.

But just when Jim begins to breathe raspy and hard, and when his legs begin to shake at his building orgasm .... Cathy stops.

Cathy lifts herself off her father's prong. She stands, and steps away from the lounge. She walks to Lilly. "Lets get this off too." she says, tugging upward at the hem of her daughter's tee shirt. Lilly lifts her arms like a robot, her eyes still fixed on her grandfathers cock, now slick with Cathy's juices. Her 'dream like state' is broken though, when Cathy kisses her daughter on the mouth, then slides her way down her daughter's body, pausing to suck each nipple, then driving her tongue up between her daughter's legs into her cunt!

Outside, Tim spurts his cum all over a border of pansies and hyacinths under the window. The sight of his wife 'tongue fucking' his daughter, is just too much for him to hold back on, even for the final fuck he knows is yet to come. He tries to lip-read his wife's words to his daughter as she finally stands. He gets it pretty much right. Cathy says to Lilly ... "OK! Your turn. Mount granddad and bring his cock off with your hot little cunt, so he blows his sperm up into you!"

Lilly is a good girl. She always does what her mommy tells her. She straddles her grandfather like she was shown, and she impales herself onto his cock. The old man's hands, are no longer 'passive' beside him on the lounge. Now they wander all over his granddaughter's pert breasts, and rock hard nipples, while his dick savours the feel of her extra tight hole, as it slides smoothly up and down on his manhood.

But it is the added sensation that comes to them both, when Cathy moves over to them, and kneels between Jim's legs, and begins alternately licking the shaft of his cock, and rimming her own daughter's arsehole, that first makes Jim's balls contract and his cock pulse cum into Lilly, which in turn makes Lilly begin to scream, and thrash herself down onto the pole, to try to drive the 'seed' of her grandfather, as deep up inside her belly as she can.

Outside in the garden, Tim feels his flaccid cock begin to stir once more. 'That is good!', he thinks, as he zips up, and begins to pick his way out though Marlene's garden, to the side entrance, and the back lane, down which his car is parked. 'Plenty of more fun tonight with his slut of a wife when she gets home!'

And lots more fun for Cathy and Tim and the family, in the days and weeks, and even years to come!

>>> It was at that moment that I whispered the bit to Carrie, about Cathy 'licking the shaft of her fathers cock', as her daughter milked it off with her tight 'girl's cunt', that my own dirty slut of a wife began to cum with my cock buried up her from behind, my hands firmly cupping her tits. I, myself, held off until the finish of her orgasm, and until I had completed the story. Then with a few hard thrusts, imagining being a father fucking into a daughter, I blew my load up into my wife.

>>> We actually slept for another hour or so, under the blanket, after we came. But then the setting sun brought on a chill, and we woke to pack up our picnic stuff, and kiss once before getting into the car to head home ... back to normal life.