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Hostile Family Takeover

By: Scot1234



Tony knew his lust for the women in his family had started with his younger sister. It was on her eighteenth birthday, as she fooled around with her friends at the lavish party their mother and grandmother had thrown for her, that he began to look at her as someone other than his annoying kid sister. She was wearing a very small bikini, as were many of her friends, but it was when he noticed her climbing out of the pool that he saw her as a woman for the first time.

Her white bikini had almost disappeared when it got wet and as he stared at her drying herself by the poolside, he could hardly tear his eyes away from her round breasts and prominent nipples. His cock was already stirring but when she turned around, bent over and began to dry her legs, he really thought he was going to cum on the spot.

The bottom half of the swimsuit had disappeared between her plump cheeks and he was sure he could make out the outline of her pussy as she opened her legs a bit wider. Only then did she spoil his dreams. She turned around and smiled a knowing smile at him, fully aware of the effect she was having on him and enjoying her power.

Tony knew, there and then, he wanted her but he would never have given her the satisfaction of letting her know she had got to him. He trudged back into the house with the sounds of his sister and her friends laughing uproariously, probably at his expense.

It hadn't stopped there, of course. Once the flood gates had been opened he began to look at his mother and grandmother in a new light too. The strange thing was that he hated every one of them. Ever since his father had died just after his sister had been born, his mother and grandmother had taken over the family business and taken over his life. They never missed an opportunity to remind him who was in charge and that he owed everything to them.

Even so, it was still their laundry hampers he raided. It was still his sister's tiny thongs that he stole and held to his face. The scent of the tiny strip of material that had been pressed against her pussy all day was exquisite to him. It was still his mother's panties that he wrapped around his cock, loving the feel of the soft silk as he rubbed it up and down. And it was still his grandmother's large knickers that he emptied his cum into most nights once everyone else had gone to bed. He always had to be careful when he replaced each of the items, of course, but none of these women would ever condescend to do laundry so he wasn't overly concerned. He knew they considered such mundane tasks as beneath them and left such things to the maid.

However, all of that was about to change. When he had received a phone call from the family lawyer on his twenty first birthday he had presumed he was due some small inheritance from his father now that he had come of age. The three women in his life had chosen to ignore his birthday but what his father had bequeathed him was about to change his life forever. And it was about to change the lives of his family too.

Marching into his grandmother's office on the top floor of the company building, he ignored the efforts of her secretary to stop him and strode up purposefully to her large desk. She was on the phone when he entered and greeted him with her customary scowl but Tony knew he now held the upper hand. Realising that he wasn't going to go away, she said her goodbyes and replaced the phone on her desk.

"That was a very important client, young man. Who do you think you are, marching in here in this manner, as if you own the place?"

"Read these," Tony said, totally ignoring her complaints, and throwing down two documents on to her desk. 

"The first one is my father's will which I believe you have seen before. The second is a statement to the Stock Exchange that our lawyer and I finalised today and will be published at the end of this week. The last one is an alternative version which will be published if you do not agree to the first one."

Elizabeth Ingram had been dreading this day. In fact, she had done everything she could to prevent it from happening and she still wasn't going to give up without a fight. Snatching up the first of the two Stock Exchange releases that Tony had presented her with, she began to read. There was no need to read her late son's will because she knew every word of it and had spent over ten years trying to make sure it never saw the light of day. When she looked up at her insolent grandson she knew the game was up but she still tried to bluff it out.

"You'll never be able to do this. I'll have you tied up in the courts for the next ten years, you ungrateful bastard. Then we'll see what's left of your precious father's company. It was nothing when I took over. I've built this company to what it is today and I'm not going to let some insignificant rat destroy what I've built."

"Yes, the lawyer said you might try to do that but he assures me the will is water tight and all you will succeed in doing is losing everything you've got not. Take me to court; see if I care. You've never cared for me or given me anything but scorn and abuse. I've got nothing to lose but you stand to lose your home, your money, your fancy friends and exotic holidays. How do you think society will see you then? And what about my mother and sister? Are you prepared to take them down with you? Do you really think they'll stand by you?"

Elizabeth stared at the boy in front of her and realised that he was a man and that he meant every word. She couldn't give up everything she had ever worked for and start again; not at her age. Her shoulders slumped and, although her face was contorted in hate, she asked him what he wanted.

"Just what it says on the statement. You will resign as head of the company, naming me as your successor. You will maintain your seat on the board but as a non-executive member with no voting rights. You will be paid a monthly allowance which I will control and, providing you do what you are told, nothing else need change. Life will go on; you will still have all the perks that I allow you but none of the power. All you have to do is sign the statement and promise that you will do as I tell you. Remember, your ongoing comfort and that of your daughter and granddaughter depend on it."

Elizabeth didn't like the fact that her grandson had twice referred to her doing as she was told. She was always the one who was in control. She was always in charge but she decided she would play along with this upstart until she could find a way out of this mess. Lifting her Mont Blanc fountain pen from the desk she scribbled her signature on the bottom of the page and practically threw it at her grandson.

Tony picked it up and smiled his most pleasant smile at the woman who had looked down on him for as long as he could remember.

"Thank you, grandmother. Now for the second part of the deal. I want you to take off all your clothes."

"What! Are you mad? We're in a busy office! I'm your grandmother! That's just sick!"

All of her protestations did nothing to shake Tony's desire or self belief. He had imagined moments like this every time he had filled his grandmother's knickers with his cum and now it was finally going to happen in reality. The fact that it was going to happen in her own office, at the very centre of her power, simply made it even more sweet.

"Not a good start, grandmother, but if that's the way you want it then so be it. I'll call the lawyer and tell him to release the second document instead. Say goodbye to your comfortable life."

Elizabeth knew she couldn't allow any of that to happen. She would be too ashamed to be stripped of her power and wealth; much better to be stripped of her clothes for a few moments and to give her perverted grandson his moment of triumph. She vowed to herself that she would get her revenge on him and that he would never recover from what she brought down on him.

Pushing back her chair and standing up, she walked round her desk in her usual imperious manner, determined to show this boy that she was still his grandmother, that she was still the one with power. He may have the upper hand at the moment but she was determined that that would not last. Standing no more than a foot in front of her grandson, she stared him straight in the eye and removed the jacket from her expensive business suit. Then she stopped. Despite steeling herself for doing this she couldn't quite bring herself to undress in front of her grandson.

"That's better grandmother. Now I've decided to make things easier on you. I'm going to undress you myself."

Suddenly Elizabeth realised he was being serious.

"No, you can't! You can't undress your own grandmother. It's not right."

"Now, grandmother. You were doing so well. Do I really have to remind you of what's at stake here? I'm going to strip you naked whether you like it or not and the more you try to stop me the greater the chance of us being disturbed. You wouldn't want Mary to walk in here and see you naked, would you?"

The thought of her secretary seeing her in such a compromising position horrified her but so too did the thought of being undressed by her nephew. Elizabeth decided it was the lesser of the two evils and hung her arms by her sides. She was wearing a white satin, tight-fitting blouse and shuddered when her grandson suddenly reached for the top button.

Tony couldn't believe how easily she had succumbed but his overriding emotion was pure delight that he was finally going to see his dominant grandmother in a position that was anything but dominant. He started at the top and began to open the five buttons, one by one, slowly, enjoying every moment as he made the most of the experience, knowing that it may be the first time but it most certainly wouldn't be the last.

As each button was opened a little bit more of his grandmother's succulent body was revealed until, finally, he had them all undone. Sliding her blouse back over her shoulders and down off her arms, he dropped it to the floor, standing back to admire the vision of her bra enclosed breasts.

Elizabeth was determined not to show her grandson how embarrassed she was to be standing in her own office like this. The thought that Mary, or anyone else for that matter, might come in, filled her with horror. She dreaded what he might do now but, at the same time, willed him to hurry up and finish what he had started.

Tony, however, was in no rush and let his eyes feast on his grandmother's gorgeous body. Her bra was white, lacy, and obviously expensive. Having said that, he was sure he could see her nipples poking through the lace and wondered if his grandmother was becoming aroused with her increasing exposure.

Deciding not to rush things, Tony left her bra in place for the moment and walked round his grandmother to undo the button on her black skirt. Suddenly she spun round and tried to grab his hands.

"Please, Tony," she pleaded. "Please stop this now."

It was the first time his grandmother had addressed him by name since he had entered her office and the first time she had used his name in a very long time. Most of the time when she spoke to him she merely addressed him as "you" or "boy". But now he was in charge and he smiled when he thought that maybe his grandmother was beginning to realise this. He had known she would never abandon the finer things that she had become accustomed to but, even so, he could never have imagined her being so submissive.

He shrugged her hands away and opened the button, pulling the zip down all the way. He eased it over her full hips and allowed the skirt to fall to the floor. Taking her by the hand, he helped her to step out of it and stepped back once more.

His grandmother stood before him, dressed only in her bra, matching black knickers and an old fashioned suspender belt to which were attached her sheer black stockings. Tony had often fantasised about seeing her like this but the reality was even better. What shocked him, however, was that he was sure he could see a small damp spot at the front of her knickers and was even more sure that he had caught the faint scent of arousal as he stood over her.

Elizabeth knew her knickers were damp and was ashamed when she saw her grandson looking at them with a smug smile on his face. She couldn't stop her body from responding in this way, nor could she stop the tingling in her pussy. It had been so long since she had felt anything like this that she was totally confused by what was going on.

"Now close your eyes, grandmother."

Tony had planned his every move on the way from the lawyer's office and he couldn't wait to strip off his own clothes and to release his straining cock from its confines. Practically tearing his clothes from his body, he didn't even think his grandmother would have noticed the delay as she stood there with her eyes closed awaiting her fate.

Silently walking round the powerless woman, he reached up to unhook the clasps of her bra. He had opened many women's bras but this one belonged to his grandmother and his fingers trembled just a little. Elizabeth flinched when she felt his touch but she knew it was pointless to protest or to try to resist in any way. She thought about holding the cups to her chest but that would only prolong the agony and she took a deep breath as she prepared herself to allow her hated grandson to view her naked breasts. As he tugged her bra off her arms and dropped it to the floor, she couldn't hold back a small sob as she heard him walk back round to face her. 

She knew what was coming but the knowledge did nothing to calm her. She knew her grandson was about to pull down her knickers. She knew her grandson was about to see the ever increasing damp spot in the crotch, if he hadn't already done so. She knew her grandson would be able to see the moisture on her pussy lips which would be undeniably there. And she knew there was absolutely nothing she could about any of it.

Pulling down his grandmother's knickers was exactly what Tony had in mind and, kneeling down before her, he did just that. Once again brushing away her interfering hands, he slowly peeled them down; he peeled them down over her hips, he peeled them down and away from her sticky pussy and he peeled them all the way down her legs until she stood there in her stockings and patent leather high heels.

Tony stood up and admired his grandmother's sexy body. He couldn't deny that, even in her early sixties, she was still an a beautiful woman, curvy in all the right places. Her breasts were magnificent with hardly any of the droop that he had expected to see after removing her bra. Her nipples were standing erect and proud, just like her. Her pussy was hairy without being bushy and Tony thought it was just perfect.

Elizabeth still kept her eyes closed tightly and she would have been delighted to have kept them that way until her repugnant nephew ordered her to open them. He seemed to know just what buttons to push to humiliate her as much as possible but, even though she had steeled herself to stand in front of him naked, she was not prepared for what she saw.

Tony stood only a few inches from her. She saw immediately that he was naked and couldn't deny her instinctive urge to look down. When she saw his erect cock pointing straight at her, she gasped in terror. It looked huge and threatening although she didn't have much to judge it against. The only other cock she had ever encountered had been her long departed husband's and that had been under the covers of the bed sheet. She had never stood naked before a man like this and no man had ever stood naked before her. 

"No, Tony, we can't do this. We can't be naked together. This is so wrong! You must stop this now!"

"I'll stop when I want to stop, grandmother, but I suggest you stop making just so much noise or Mary will certainly be wondering what is going on."

The threat of being found naked in her own office by her prim and proper secretary silenced Elizabeth, just as she knew it was meant to.

"That's better, grandmother. Now bend over your desk. I've got a question to ask you?"

Elizabeth knew that bending over her desk in front of her grandson would give him a perfect view of her most private of places but, once again, she realised that she would have to comply with his wishes if she was ever to escape from her predicament. And what did he mean by a question? What on earth could he want to ask her right now? Knowing that the only way to find out was to do as she was told, she grabbed the edge of her desk with both hands and bent forward.

"We both know that you revel in your position in society, grandmother. You enjoy being seen as the pillar of society, regular church goer every Sunday, matriarch of the family, owner of a very successful company but is that the real you? Or are you secretly a submissive whore who strips for her grandson and shows of her naked body as soon as he asks?"

This was too much for Elizabeth. She bolted up from the desk and wheeled round to slap her insolent grandson across the face. Tony was ready for her, however, and much too strong. He caught her hand in mid flight and twisted her arm behind her back, pushing it up to almost breaking point.

"So you deny you're a whore, do you, grandmother? Why then is your cunt dripping?"

Elizabeth had always hated that word and hated it even more when she heard it coming from the filthy mouth of her grandson, referring to her own body. Worse still, she knew that he was right; she had never been so wet between her legs and all she could put it down to was the way he was treating her and the way she thought he was about to treat her. Even with her arm pinned behind her back she tried to struggle away but Tony soon put a stop to that. As her legs thrashed about, he brought his other hand down the front of her body and found her pussy.

She knew what he would find and she nearly burst into tears at the shame of it. She could smell her own arousal and she knew he would too. But Tony intended to increase her humiliation yet another notch. Plunging two fingers easily into her soaking cunt, he moved them around inside her for a few moments until they were soaked in her juices.

Pulling them out, he brought his hand to her face and held it there for them both to see the evidence of her lust. Tony laughed behind her back.

"Since we both know what a whore you are, grandmother, it's time to treat you like one."

With that he threw her back down over her own desk, in her own office and held her there.

"I was going to punish you, grandmother, for all the years of torment I've suffered at your hands but I don't think we really have time for that just now. There will be plenty of time later for you to learn just who is the boss from this moment on. For now, though, I'm going to fuck you."

Her grandson's words sent shivers throughout Elizabeth's frightened body but also sent a tremor of anticipation through her pussy. What was wrong with her, she wondered. Was she really a whore? Her shame knew no bounds when she felt Tony pressing against her but she told herself she was only doing this because she was being forced to. Wasn't she? 

Surely it was the cold leather inlay on her desk that was making her nipples throb as her grandson forced her down onto it. Surely it was only a physical reaction that was causing her pussy to leak in a way it had never done, not even with her husband. Surely it was only fear and not anticipation that caused her body to tremble when she felt Tony's hands moving down to her ample hips. Wasn't it?

Briefly he ran his hard cock down between her cheeks and she suddenly was afraid that he would try to force himself in there. She had certainly never done anything so disgusting but she had heard of such depravity. For a moment the memory of her best friend flashed through her mind as she remembered shunning the woman and making sure she was ostracised from decent society just because she had admitted to enjoying occasional anal sex.


Hostile Family Takeover Ch. 02



Sally Johnstone was not having a good day. First of all, her mother had left the office early with no explanation so she had been forced to cancel lunch with her friends. Secondly, when one of their biggest clients had phoned to say that her mother was supposed to call him back but hadn't, she had been forced to spend over an hour trying to calm him down and pacify him. Most of all, however, now that her lazy chauffeur had finally managed to force her limousine through the rush hour traffic, she had come home to find the house in uproar.

Throwing down her coat in exasperation and wondering where the butler was instead of being there to help her off with it, she grabbed one of the maids who was rushing past and demanded an explanation.

"Master Tony and Mrs Ingram are swapping bedrooms. But we are almost finished now and they are both waiting for you in the Master's study."

"Master Tony?" she asked herself incredulously. "What on earth was the silly girl talking about?" 

Determined to get to the root of all this commotion, she marched through to the study and again wondered why the maid had referred to it as the "Master's." It had always been her mother's favourite room; the one she met any clients who were lucky enough to be admitted to their home and the one where she meted out any discipline to the family that she saw fit to deliver. Now she approached it with a new sense of trepidation but trusted that her mother would have everything under control.

Ever since her husband had been inconsiderate enough to die and leave her own her own, she had relied on her mother for everything. Although her friends often asked her why she had never remarried, she knew that she was perfectly happy with her present circumstances. Her mother had done an excellent job in building up the business left to her by her late husband so Sally was more than happy to sit back and reap the benefits without actually having to do too much.

As for men, she had never seen the need to travel that path again. Of course, with her wealth and position, not to mention the fact that she was still a beautiful woman, there had been no shortage of suitors but she never encouraged them. She had already allowed one man into her bed and had given birth to two children as a result. There would be no more of that and, as she had never liked sex in the first place, she didn't consider it a great loss.

Now, as she arrived at the heavy wooden door of the study, she had a dreadful premonition that everything was about to change and that her easy, comfortable life was about to be taken from her. She couldn't have been more right.

Resisting the impulse to knock on the door, she burst into "the Master's" study and demanded an explanation. The first shock was that it was her son, Tony, and not her mother who was sitting behind the desk. The second was that her mother was also in the room but she was kneeling by Tony's side as if she was waiting for her instructions.

"Tony, what on earth is going on? Why are you sitting there? Why is the house in such turmoil? And why are you kneeling down there, mother? Have you lost something?"

"So you finally made it home, mother? I'm glad you've noticed that there have been some changes in your absence because they are just the start. Perhaps grandmother can explain the new order of things to you in words that you will understand."

Sally was about to reproach her insolent son for speaking to her in such a manner but her attention was taken by her own mother getting up off the floor. She had never seen the older woman dressed as she was now. It wasn't that she was showing off a lot of flesh but her skirt was shorter, and tighter, than it had ever been. Her blouse was probably one size too small at least as it seemed to strain to contain her mother's breasts. And she realised in horror that it didn't look like her mother was wearing a bra because her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material of her blouse.

"Sit down, Sally, and I'll explain everything," she said, leading her daughter over to the large sofa in front of the even larger fireplace.

"Tony has found out about his father's will and is now the sole owner and managing director of the firm. We will both be allowed to keep our seats on the board but we will have no voting rights or power. However, nothing else will change as long as we do as we are told."

"Have you lost your mind, mother?" Sally almost screamed. "We can't allow this to happen! YOU can't allow this to happen. What are you going to do about it?"

"And what on earth are you wearing?" she asked, almost as an afterthought.

"I'm wearing what Tony has ordered me to wear and so will you. If you want to maintain your current lifestyle, if you want to hold on to your chauffeur-driven limo, your exotic holidays, your extravagant lifestyle, then you will do what I am doing, and that is whatever Tony tells us to do. Do you understand?"

"No, I don't understand any of this. How could you let this happen, mother? And, for God's sake, go and put on a bra."

"Tony doesn't want me to wear underwear when I am at home, nor you neither. I'm sorry, Tony; she's not going to listen to me."

Tony had said next to nothing up to this point but he knew he was going to have to intervene. He had spent the afternoon punishing his grandmother, making sure she was entirely convinced of her position in the new pecking order and now he realised he was going to have to do the same with his mother. With a sigh, he pushed back his chair and got up. His mother watched as he confidently walked over to the fireplace and stood in front of it, towering over both women, just as his father and grandfather used to do. 

"How many credit cards do you have, mother?"

"I don't know. Six or seven, maybe. What's that got to do with anything?"

"And how do you expect to pay them off, now that you have no income?"

What do you mean, "no income"? I have my share of the profits from the business, the same as I always have had."

"That's where you're wrong, darling mother. Unless you follow grandmother's lead and bow to me in all things then there will be no more profit sharing. Think what that will mean, mother. No more shopping sprees; no more fancy lunches with your friends; no more spoiling of my sister. You will have to find an alternative source of income. And a new place to live, of course."

Tony's words were starting to sink in and Sally realised what a vulnerable position she was in. he was right; she had no independent revenue and her whole life was entirely dependent of the business and on her mother. She was sure the older woman was just playing along with her horrid son until she could find a way out of this mess so she decided she should follow suit. There was no way, however, that she would be going about the house without any underwear. The very idea was disgusting. Who did he think he was?

Sally was about to find out.

"I see you're beginning to understand, mother. But just to make sure, grandmother will show you what happens when you disobey me in the slightest matter. She thought she could pick and chose when to do as she was told. I have made it clear to her exactly what will happen if she does that again. Grandmother, show your daughter what happens when you are stubborn and think you have any choice but to comply."

Elizabeth Ingram knew exactly what her grandson wanted her to do but she still couldn't believe it. Did he really expect her to lift her skirt to show her daughter, his own mother, the effects of the spanking he had delivered not so long ago.

"What are you waiting for, grandmother?" asked Tony in a very stern tone. "I thought I made it quite clear that I do not like to be kept waiting."

Sally was staring at her mother, once again not understanding what was going on or what her mother was being asked to do. Elizabeth, in turn, knew she had no other option. In order to preserve her way of life, her lavish parties, her fine clothes, her reputation, she was going to have to expose her spanked bottom to her daughter. Forcing herself to her feet, she stood beside Tony and, without looking at either of them, she turned her back to her daughter and bent forward. 

Sally gasped aloud in true shock and disbelief as she watched her mother struggle to pull up her tight skirt, up over her plump bottom, and revealed the red cheeks that Tony had left her with. Her face burned almost as red as her mother's cheeks in embarrassment at being faced with the other woman's naked bottom. She turned her eyes to her son, a son she no longer recognised and wondered what he had in store for her. Surely he didn't intend to do something so hateful to his own mother? And yet, as soon as she asked herself the question, she felt a very long forgotten tingle between her legs.

Tony immediately dispelled any doubts she may have been trying to harbour.

"This is the price you will pay too, mother, for anything which displeases me. For instance, I am tired after spending so long helping grandmother understand her responsibilities and I had hoped that I could have left her to deal with you. It seems I was mistaken. Get up."

Tony had had no intention of forgoing the pleasure of discipinling his mother but there was no reason why she should have to know that. Taking her by the hand,he led the frightened woman over to his desk and ordered her to bend over it.

Tony knew his mother was a weak woman but he could never have imagined that she would capitulate so easily. Having said that, the evidence of her own mother's spanked bottom spoke volumes and, much as he had enjoyed administering that particular punishment, this was the one he was looking forward to. It wasn't that he intended to seriously hurt either woman but he couldn't think of a better way to impose his dominance over them. The fact that he got to watch as their round arses became a bright shade of red was a very welcome added bonus.

Sally stiffened when she felt her son's big hands rest on her hips and suddenly thought just how much pain those hands could deliver. It was only when she felt her skirt begin to slide up the backs of her legs that the true enormity of her position sunk in.

"Tony, what are you doing? I'm your mother! You can't pull up my skirt like that. You'll see my underwear. I'm your mother, for God's sake!"

"I know perfectly well who you are, mother, and if you haven't realised what I was intending to do then you are in for a shock. I'm not only going to pull up your skirt; I'm going to pull down your panties too. Grandmother received her spanking on her naked arse so it is only fair that you do too. Now lie still."

Although Sally was lying across the desk, facing away from her son and mother, she could feel her cheeks burn red in humiliation. She desperately wanted to turn to her mother for support but a quick round round told her that her mother was still facing the fireplace, still bent over, still exposing her own punished bottom. There was to be no assistance from that quarter.

"Tights. Mother! What on earth are you doing wearing tights! As grandmother explained, you will never wear any underwear when you are at home and, when you go out, you will wear stockings. Grandmother, remove these immediately."

Tony knew that his mother always wore tights, albeit very expensive ones, and although he had been using her worn knickers to wrap around his cock for a few years now, he knew that they were big and would certainly not allow for any accidental exposure. Both women knew that his words had been chosen to humiliate them and they all knew he had succeeded.

As her mother knelt down behind her and she felt her hands on the waistband of her tights, Sally thought she was going to curl up and die from shame as her mother began to pull them down. The cool air on her naked thighs reminded her that both her son and her own mother would now be looking at her panties and she shuddered when she realised that they may be able to see the damp spot that she was sure would be unmistakeably there.

She had never felt so moist between her legs before and, even if Tony couldn't, she was sure her mother would be able to smell her arousal because she certainly could. But if she thought things couldn't get any worse, they immediately did. Her mother slipped of her shoes, pulled her tights down, slipped them over her feet, then, worst of all, she pulled down her panties.

Sally could have cried when she realised that her mother and her son would be looking at her naked bottom but when there was a sudden halt in proceedings she dared to look round to see what going on. Then she wished she hadn't.

Her mother had pulled down her panties and, after slipping them off, had handed them to Tony. Sally looked on in horror as her son turned the lacy garment inside out and examined them. Almost as if he knew just what buttons to press to embarrass her most, he looked up to catch her eye, brought the panties close to his face and inhaled deeply. If that wasn't bad enough, he then smiled at his mother and ran his tongue along the crotch of her underwear, just where she knew the damp spot would be. Sally cringed.

"So you're not such the frigid cow you pretend to be, mother, are you? Your knickers are wet so I presume you are enjoying all this. Tell me, what is it that's turning you on? Is it your mother undressing you in front of your son? Is it the fact that your bottom half is now naked in front of your two closest relatives? Or is it the anticipation of what's abut to happen next? Are you looking forward to your spanking?"

His poor mother knew that she certainly wasn't looking forward to that but she couldn't have answered his other questions if her life had depended on it. All she knew that she was bent over her son's desk, her mother had stripped her bare from the waist down, her son was licking her worn panties and was about to spank her and that even his words were causing delicious tremors to run through her body. What was wrong with her? This wasn't how she was brought up to behave? This wasn't how a lady behaved? Yet still she lay there and awaited her fate.

Her mother's mind too was filled with conflicting emotions. She was happy that it was her daughter and not herself who was about to be spanked as she wasn't sure her poor cheeks could take any more punishment. She was mystified at the pleasure she had taken in pulling down her daughter's tights and panties before presenting them to her grandson. She had been proud that her daughter's underwear had been wet, just like her own earlier. But, most of all, she was jealous that it was Sally who was now the focus of Tony's attention.

As shocked as she was by today's turn of events, she moved to the side just a little to get a better view. She watched as her grandson got into the position she now knew he preferred for spanking someone and, strange as it may sound, she began to feel little tremors of pleasure surging from her pussy all the way round her body. She knew her pussy was getting wet again as she trembled in anticipation of her daughter's round cheeks being spanked.

Tony was now ready to release some of the pent up emotions his mother deserved for all the years of neglecting him and favouring his sister. He still held her panties to his face and could feel his cock straining in his trousers. It too would have its release very soon but, first,his mother had to be taught a lesson.

Sally felt her son's large hand roaming over her cheeks, almost as if he was enjoying their plumpness, but she knew that wasn't going to last. When he stopped caressing her bottom she tried to steel herself but she couldn't have imagined the noise that reverberated around the room followed by the sting of the first slap.

"That was for neglecting me since father died," Tony said and spanked his mother again.

"That was for always taking my sister's side when we were younger," he said and spanked her again.

"That was for making my life a misery at work while you and grandmother enjoyed all the perks," he said as his mother surprisingly clung to his desk and took her punishment. He spanked her again.

"That was for wearing tights in my presence and soaking your panties," said Tony as he humiliated and punished his mother in equal measure. He spanked her one last time.

"And that was for having a wet pussy when you always pretend that you are the purest of pure."

Tony knew his mother would never be able to withstand the same level of chastisement that her mother had endured earlier so, with an almighty effort, he stood back and turned to the older woman. He was not shocked to see her standing there, watching them, as he had not given her permission to leave. What did shock him, however, was that her hand was under her skirt and was obviously playing with her pussy.

Elizabeth had been unable to stop herself pulling up her short skirt and running her fingers back and forward between her moist lips. The sight of her daughter's round cheeks turning pink and the sight of the tent in her grandson's trousers made her desperate for attention and she could only hope that Tony would invite her to join in.

He did but not in the way she had imagined.

"Grandmother, kneel before me and show your daughter what to do next."

Elizabeth was more than happy to accept her grandson's hard cock into her mouth again and to savour the taste of his hot cum but did he really expect her to do that in front of his mother. When he snapped his fingers impatiently and pointed to the floor in front of him she knew that this was exactly what he expected.

As Sally gingerly pushed herself up from the desk, she was stunned when she saw her once proud mother kneel before Tony and, what was worse, she was pulling Sally down so that she had no choice but to join her on her knees. Looking on aghast, she cringed as her mother reached up and unzipped Tony's trousers and reached in. Sally couldn't tear her eyes away as her mother pulled out his erect cock and slowly opened her mouth, sucking on it lovingly. If Tony thought she was going to do anything as disgusting as that then he had another think coming.

Elizabeth may have thought sucking on a man's cock, any man's cock, was disgusting and before today her mother would have agreed with her. But not now, not when it came to her grandson's beautiful cock. She had taken him in her hands and kissed the tip of his cock just the way he liked it. She was still amazed by how hard and powerful it felt and wondered for a moment if her daughter would be a better cocksucker than she was. She couldn't believe that Sally had had any more experience of kneeling in front of a man and pleasuring him with her mouth than she had before today but she was determined to show off her new found skills to both her daughter and her grandson. 

She still wasn't able to get him fully into her mouth as her lips stretched around his shaft but she knew now to stroke the rest of it while she sucked in as much as she could. She wanted to please her grandson, determined not to do anything which would warrant another spanking, and she was desperate to be the one who was rewarded with his cum rather than her daughter.

"That's enough, grandmother. Let your daughter try now," said Tony, shattering her hopes almost as if he could read her very thoughts.

Elizabeth reluctantly handed over her grandson's cock to his mother and almost dared her to do as well as she had. Sally instinctively took what her mother had offered her, so used to doing everything her mother demanded of her. As Elizabeth forced herself to encourage her daughter, not wanting to disappoint her new Master, she watched as her daughter slowly parted her lips and allowed just the tip of Tony's cock into her mouth.

He was having none of that, however. Grabbing his mother by the back of her head, he pushed past her lips and pushed in, pushing all the way to the back of her mouth. His mother gagged immediately at this unwelcome intrusion but, when her son began to thrust in and out of her mouth, she feared she might never catch a breath again. Almost as soon as he had started, however, he stopped, pulling out of her ravaged mouth, and swapped back to her mother.




Hostile Family Takeover Ch. 02



Elizabeth had learned quickly her position in the regime and had learned impressively quickly just how he liked his cock sucked. His mother would learn too but for a moment he enjoyed his grandmother's skills. Back and forth like this went his cock between the two women, both of them dealing with his forcefulness in very different ways. While his grandmother revelled in it his mother feared it and wondered what had become of her mother and what would become of her.

Tony knew, however, that with two women sucking his cock for the first time ever, he wasn't going to last long. Soon enough he felt his balls start to tingle and his cum to quickly rise up his cock. Pulling out of his grandmother's mouth he aimed his cock at her face first as he took over pumping it with his own hand.

The first spurt hit her across her nose before he turned to his mother and shot right between her eyes. Back and forth he went between the two of them, rewarding them for their efforts by covering their faces with his cum until he was finally spent and his mother and grandmother were barely recognisable as the previous pillars of society.

"Well done, ladies. You may both get up but, mother, I think it's time you removed the rest of your clothes, don't you?"

Sally got to her feet, horrified yet again at her son's words. As if it wasn't bad enough that his cum was all over her face and that some had even gone into her mouth. As much as she had tried to stop herself from swallowing it, she could still taste the salty flavour on her lips. Now he wanted to see her naked, in front of her own mother; no, she just wouldn't do it.

"But I'm your mother, Tony. You surely don't want to see an old woman like me without any clothes. Surely there are girls of your own age that you'd rather watch undressing."

"Oh, for God's sake, Sally. Do you still not understand? When Tony tells you to do something, you do it. Otherwise we will all be homeless and penniless. Is that what you want? Of course it isn't. Now do as you are told; strip for your son."

Sally was used to being spoken to like this by her mother but it had never happened before in front of her son. Her mother was right, she didn't understand. She didn't understand why her own mother was going along with this and allowing them both to be used like a pair of sluts. She didn't understand why her own son would treat her like this. And she didn't understand why the unfamiliar tingle between her legs just wouldn't go away. Even when she was being debased by her son as he used her mouth, she had wanted to touch herself and now the need was even more urgent. He seemed to know just what to say and do to increase these unwelcome urges in her own body and she didn't understand why.

Realising that she seemed to have no choice, and with her mother and her son watching her intently, she began to quickly open the buttons on her silk blouse.

"Take your time, mother; there's no hurry. We've got all the time in the world to watch you strip."

Having never, ever, done anything like this before, not even for her late husband, Sally was thoroughly ashamed. Once again his words caused one of those strange feelings between her legs and her legs nearly gave way beneath her but she slowed her trembling fingers as her son had commanded.

Once the buttons were opened and both Tony and his grandmother could see Sally's white bra, Elizabeth smiled to herself proudly. Her daughter's breasts may be firmer than her own but they were also at least a couple of sizes smaller and she knew her grandson liked a good handful when he was fucking his lovers. Even so, she could only look on with an envious heart as she noticed how Tony seemed transfixed by his mother's striptease.

Once she had dropped her blouse on the floor, since neither of her maids were around to take it from her, Elizabeth's hands moved hesitantly down to her black skirt. Both she and her mother wore the same silk blouses and the same designer business suits when they were in the office. It had become a sort of unofficial uniform and Sally prided herself in the fact that none of their employees would ever be able to dress so finely. Even so, when the skirt had fallen from her hands and lay around her ankles, it no longer mattered what it had cost because it no longer offered any protection from her son's searching eyes. Now she stood in front of him, in front of her own mother as naked as the day she was born and she wanted to cry just as loudly as she presumed she had that day.

"Very nice, mother. Very nice indeed."

Tony rose from his seat and, with his cock still hanging from his trousers, began to circle his naked mother. She nearly jumped when he reached round from behind her back and cupped her breasts. First caressing them then squeezing them, he quickly latched on to her nipples, more engorged than she could ever remember then and much more sensitive. 

"We're going to have fun, you and I, mother, but before we do that I think we should let grandmother get involved again. Lie down, mother, and spread your legs."

Sally wasn't sure where she was supposed to lie down but, as the only other option was her son's desk, she lay down on the floor, the thick carpet welcoming her naked body. Grandmother, why don't you kneel down between your daughter's legs?"

Elizabeth knew that Tony's question was only a rhetorical one and that she was expected to do exactly as he had suggested. Even at this point she didn't really believe he would make her go through what was obviously in his perverted mind. It was just a test for her and her daughter to see how far he could push them. If her experience with men had been limited, her experience with other women was non-existent as she wasn't really sure what she should do next.

Tony knew exactly what she should do and told her.

"Kiss your daughter's thighs, grandmother. Let her feel your lips on her soft skin."

Elizabeth knew she had no choice and bent down to do as she was told, trying hard not to look at her daughter's hairy pussy which she knew was just waiting for her mouth. She planted a kiss on one thigh then the other, hoping against hope that her grandson would be satisfied with that, hoping against hope that he would turn his attentions to her aching cunt instead.

"I didn't tell you to stop. Keep kissing her and move higher, as high as you can go."

Sally could have died with embarrassment. Her own mother was kissing her inner thighs, her naked inner thighs, and she knew where was headed, to the very place that she had forbidden anyone to go near for many years now. 

"That's nice, grandmother; now taste her. Taste your own daughter's pussy and savour the delights of her juices."

Elizabeth hesitated only long enough to receive a firm slap on her bottom and she one was more than enough. She threw herself at her daughter's wet pussy and began to run her tongue up and down Sally's thick lips. She didn't know what else to do. She had never done anything like this before and was repulsed and excited in equal measure. She felt her daughter's body tremble beneath her and presumed that she was doing it right.

"Wonderful, grandmother. But don't stop there; use your fingers too."

Again, without any further instruction or experience to lead her, Elizabeth just did what came naturally and stroked her daughter's slit with one finger, as she concentrated her tongue on her lips. In her heart of hearts she was pleased with Tony's praise and wondered if she would be rewarded. Maybe he would do the same to her. Maybe he would order Sally to do it. She wasn't sure where that last thought had come from but it caused her pussy to tingle again.

As her mother pushed her finger deeper and deeper into her and as her tongue now seemed to be concentrating on the most sensitive button on Sally's body. She felt as if something big was about to happen. She no longer felt in control of her own body and, much as she hated her son for forcing her to submit to this depravity, much as she hated her mother for going along with it, her pussy was loving every second of it. 

While her mother, her own mother, was licking where only one man had ever touched, Elizabeth warmed to her task. As she was afforded a very close view of another woman's pussy for the first time, she wondered why she had waited so long to do this. Desperate though she was to plunge her tongue in as far as it would go, she had learned from her grandson how much better it was when your lover took their time. She slowly licked her way up and down the full length of her daughter's slit, proud and sure that she was the first person to ever do this for the woman she gave birth to.

Sally could sense that her mother was teasing her yet she could also feel that she had never been so wet before. She could never have believed that another person could give so much pleasure. She could never have believed that the person could be another woman. She most certainly could never have believed that the other woman could be her own mother.

She felt her body rising off the floor to meet her mother's tongue and, when her mother suddenly replaced one finger with two, Sally felt a wave wash over her, a wave of pleasure, a wave of lust and she gave herself up to it, riding the exquisite sensations for what seemed like an eternity. Her juices coated her mother's face as the older woman continued to lick her daughter through what was probably the first orgasm of her whole life.

Elizabeth always wanted to be the best at whatever she did and now she knew her daughter would always remember her as the first woman to lick her pussy, the first woman to make her cum and the first woman to drink her copious juices and to savour every last drop.

The two women may have thought that this was the end of their ordeal but, after watching his grandmother eat his mother's pussy, Tony was more than ready to start again and his cock was straining to join in. 

"Payback time, mother. Time for you to reward grandmother for making you cum and time for me to get what I've always wanted. Grandmother, sit on my desk. I want to watch your daughter licking your cunt while I fuck her own."

Elizabeth didn't know if it was her heightened sense of arousal, if it was her grandson's filthy words, or if it was the thought of her daughter finally giving her pussy some much needed attention, and she didn't care. She hopped on to the desk as ordered and lay back on the hard surface.

Sally meanwhile couldn't believe that this was going to happen. It was bad enough that she had been forced to submit to her own mother licking her most private place but surely her won son didn't want to do this. She was his mother, for God's sake. And yet, as she watched her mother clamber on to the desk and lie down, she couldn't deny the seemingly insatiable hunger that had erupted between her legs as she saw her mother's pussy for the very first time.

"Please, Tony, don't do this. Don't me do this. I'm your mother. This isn't right. We could all go to prison."

"Only if someone tells the police what we are up to, mother, and I don't think anyone in this room is going to do that. Do you? Yes, you are my mother, and you have fucked me over my whole life and now it's time for me to fuck you. Get between your mother's legs and start licking."

Sally got to her feet and approached her mother. She could see that the older woman's pussy was as wet as her own.

"My own mother is dripping like some cheap whore," she thought. "What on earth has become of her? What on earth has become of me?"

Knowing she had no choice and thinking that, maybe if she would did this quickly, she would be spared her own son having sex with her. No, he wasn't going to "have sex" with her; he was going to "fuck her" as she shuddered at her son's words and bent to her task. She knew that bending over the desk like that would give her son a perfect view of the places she never let anyone see but, right at that moment, that was the least of her worries. First, she had to lick her mother's pussy.

She pushed her mother's legs wide apart and didn't waste any more time. She practically dived at her target, closing her eyes and trying not to see what her tongue was doing as she began to lap her own mother's juices.

Elizabeth's body began to tremble as she felt the first touch of her daughter's tongue, a touch that was doing unimaginable things to her pussy and her mind. She knew her daughter didn't really know what she was doing but didn't mind. She realised the younger woman was trying to bring her off as quickly as possible when her tongue moved up to her throbbing clit and two fingers slipped between her lips but she didn't mind in the least. Ever since Tony had awoken her deeply buried lust in her office she had craved someone to lick her. The fact that it was her own daughter that was doing it simply made it even sweeter.

Sally kept repeating to herself that she was being forced to do this by her evil son but found that she wanted to be just as good at it as her mother. She would finally show the older woman that she could do anything that her mother could do, and better. She ignored the fact that her own juices were running down her legs; she ignored the fact that her son was behind her, preparing to do what he promised to do and she ignored the fact that she knew one of the maids might walk in at anytime.

Suddenly Elizabeth felt her daughter's inexperienced tongue missing from her pussy and she looked up to discover why. In fact, Sally had a very good excuse as her son had just plunged his hard cock into his mother's cunt and Sally was screaming at him to stop.

Tony would never have believed that his mother's pussy would have been so wet but he was glad that it was because she was even tighter than her mother had been earlier. Still her juices had made his entrance unbelievably smooth, and he grabbed hold of her hips and began to fuck her with all the pent up lust he had been feeling ever since he had begun masturbating with her panties wrapped around his cock. Ignoring her protests, he pushed her head back down to her mother's cunt and smiled when he saw the older woman fall back on the desk with a huge sigh of pleasure.

Sally knew that she was lost in the depravity of the moment and surrendered herself up to it. She plunged another finger into her mother's pussy just as Tony began to touch her dirtiest hole and she shuddered in fear and anticipation. 

Elizabeth's body was on fire as she felt her daughter's fingers being pushed deeper and deeper into her cunt by the ferocious pounding of her grandson. Sally's tongue was now circling her clit and flicking it alternately and she knew she couldn't hold back any longer. 

"Yes!" she cried. "I'm cumming!"

Sally knew she was close too but couldn't say anything as her mother's thighs had closed around her head so hard that she was struggling to breathe. But then her own orgasm hit her and the lack of oxygen just seemed to intensify the effect as her body was taken over by wave after wave after wave of pleasure.

Tony watched the two women cumming and decided it was his turn now. Raising one hand to spank his mother's arse one last time, he thrust into her cunt. His balls rewarded his efforts with an enormous spilling of his cum into his mother as spurt after spurt filled her womb. He had never known a fuck like it, not even with his grandmother and he wondered if his sister could top it.

As he pulled out of her, Sally dropped to the floor, her legs no longer able to support her. It was only when she felt her son's cum dripping from between her battered pussy lips that she suddenly realised what he had done.

"Tony!" she cried. "I'm not on the pill. What if I get pregnant?"

"Well that's something else you'll have to think about, mother, isn't it? Meanwhile you'd better get cleaned up. I want us all sitting round the dinner table when my sister gets home."

And with that, he offered his still dripping cock to his grandmother. The poor woman was exhausted after her orgasm but she willingly opened her mouth to clean her grandson's cock of his cum and his mother's juices.



Hostile Family Takeover Ch. 03



Sally dressed quickly and rushed from her mother's side to her own room. She was horrified at the thought of bumping into any of the household staff as her son's cum still streaked her face and leaked from her pussy. Since he had taken her panties with him she knew her trousers would be stained by the time she reached her room but she had had no other option. She wondered what the maid would think of her when she did her daily collection for the laundry.

She closed the bedroom door behind her and, breathing a sigh of relief that none of the staff were about, she quickly walked through to her en suite bathroom. As she undressed for the second time since she had arrived home she caught sight of her reflection in the full length mirror. Embarrassment flooded her anew at the woman looking back on her. If it had been anyone but herself then she would have instantly dismissed the woman as a slut. And only a slut would have had the telltale white stains on the crotch of her trousers that she now looked at in disgust. She shuddered with each new shame that assailed her and wondered, not for the first time, what was to become of her.

Her make up was ruined, streaked by her son's cum and her mother's juices, and her own pubic hair was matted with sweat and even more cum. She could never have imagined that her day, her life, could have taken the turns it had over the last few hours but, even so, she tried to see what it was that had attracted her closest family members and what had caused them to treat her in such an abominable fashion. She knew she could still turn heads but that didn't explain why her own mother and son would want to use her in the way they had.

Dismissing such thoughts as perverted, she turned the shower on, letting it run, wanting it to be as hot as she could stand. She would need the heat, the steam, to cleanse her body from what had befallen it but she doubted whether she would ever feel clean again.

As she allowed the water to cascade over her used body she could not stop her mind from wandering back over the events of the last few hours. Ever since her mother had left the office early to deal with "a family emergency" she had had a sense of foreboding but not even her wildest imagination could have prepared her for what had happened.

Cursing her late husband once again, she lay all the blame on his shoulders. It wasn't enough that he had deserted her when he had died suddenly; it wasn't enough that he had bequeathed ownership and control of the family business, the family home and everything they owned to their son; it wasn't enough that her son had somehow discovered the details of her late husband's will and had decided to use them against her. What was worse than any of this was the fact that her mother had turned against her too and thrown her hat in with her son. She blamed her husband for all of it.

And yet.

As the water washed away the evidence of her sins from her body, that same body began to react in ways which she could only have described as sinful too. As the force of the shower hit her breasts, her nipples became hard. Sally reached her hands to them and moaned softly as forgotten thrills run from them all the way down her body. She knew that it wasn't just the shower that was making her wet between her legs now and pinched her nipples just a little, another small moan of pleasure escaping her lips.

Elizabeth had followed her daughter. It hadn't been too difficult as she knew Sally's mind would have been in a whirl after everything that had happened in the study. She knocked quietly on the younger woman's door but, when no reply was forthcoming, she softy opened the door and stepped inside. She hadn't been in this room for such a long time, preferring to summon her daughter to the room which had previously been her study but was now firmly in her grandson's ownership. She looked around at the unfamiliar but tasteful furniture and decorations, allowing herself a moment of pride that she had taught her daughter well.

When she heard the sound of the shower running, however, she knew it was time to put the next step of Tony's plan to dominate his mother into operation. Praying that her daughter had been too distracted to bother with locking her bathroom door, she silently turned the handle. Sure enough, the door opened and she swung it open to reveal a steam filled room. The focus of her attention wasn't too hard to find, however, and she quickly shed the tight blouse and skirt that Tony had kindly allowed her to wear in the house. She had quickly become accustomed to his "no underwear in the house" rule and knew that it was now her job to convince her daughter to accept the same guidance.

She stepped behind the screen and was welcomed by the sight of her daughter playing with her hard nipples, her eyes shut tight, and her face contorted in pleasure. Before Sally could discover her mother's intrusion or open her eyes, Elizabeth latched on to the swollen nipple that her daughter was not playing with and wrapped her arms around the younger woman's waist, holding her tightly to her own naked body.

"Mother! What on earth do you think you are doing? Get out of her! Now!"

"I don't think so, Sally. I saw what you were doing. I saw you tugging at your nipples. And those moans I heard were not of someone in pain. You're loving this aren't you?"

"What? No! Of course not! How can you say that! What has become of you, mother?"

But even though she screamed her protestations, her mother ignored her. In her heart of hearts Sally didn't blame her because, even though she knew what they were doing was wrong, her body was responding in a way that seemed to make everything right. Her pussy tingled anew and she wondered why she had never allowed any of her hopeful suitors to pleasure her nipples the way her mother was now doing.

She was like putty in her mother's hands, hands that were becoming more and more experienced by the minute. The older woman insistently forced one leg between her daughter's and she smiled when she felt Sally instinctively rub herself on it. Elizabeth's mouth hadn't left her daughter's nipple the whole time and she suddenly wondered what the reaction would be if she brought her teeth into play.

Scraping her expensively polished set across Sally's sensitive nipple she was rewarded by a cry of pure pleasure and she felt her daughter grinding harder against her leg. Just as she thought the younger woman was going to cum without any more stimulation, she stopped. Her daughter whimpered in dismay and shame as she realised what she had been doing with her own mother.

Elizabeth was not done with her daughter just yet, however. Spinning her around, she reached for the luxurious shower gel and began to lather Sally's back, just as she used to do when they were both much younger. If her daughter thought there was anything innocent in her motherly care then she was sadly mistaken.

The older woman now moved closer to her daughter, so close that Sally could feel her mother's wet body pressing against her back. With soapy hands Elizabeth reached round her and began to lavish attention, and suds, on her daughter's breasts, paying particular attention to those nipples that she was now fascinated by.

She heard the door quietly open behind her and knew that Tony was now in position, knowing too that he would have his camera with him. When he had outlined this part of the plan to her earlier she hadn't been sure that she could go through with it but a few more smacks on her poor bottom and she had been willing to do anything.

"Close your eyes, Sally. I don't want you to get any shampoo in your eyes."

It was exactly what her mother used to say to her when she was a child so she obediently did as she was told, just as her mother turned her round once more. Instead of proceeding to wash her daughter's hair, however, Elizabeth dropped to her knees, kissing her way down her daughter's dripping body.

Tony was recording every minute of this most intimate of showers. He had realised that he might need some extra leverage over his mother if he was to force her to submit to his desires as fully as her mother had. Promising to send his recording to every member of the church committee should keep her in line, he thought. She would never be able to recover her position from the scandal of being caught in such a position with another woman. The fact that the other woman was her mother would just make his hold over her even tighter.

Elizabeth now pushed her daughter's legs slightly apart and paused for a second to admire the view of Sally's pussy, pink, open and ready. She knew she couldn't afford to waste any time so, as her tongue began to lap at her daughter's clit, her fingers plunged into her, surprised that her daughter could take two so easily, so quickly.

Sally couldn't help but moan aloud as her back involuntarily began to arch and her hands reached down to her mother's head. She could feel the other woman's fingers moving in and out of her private place, gently but quickly, her speed increasing with every thrust. She tried to control her body, tried not to let her hands push her mother harder against her clit, tried not to let her pussy cling to her fingers, tried not to let the groans of pleasure become louder and louder. But it was all in vain.

She cried out, ashamed and amazed that it was her mother's name she was screaming. Her juices poured out of her, mingling with the water from the shower and running down her mother's hand. She thought the pleasure would never peak but it did, like an explosion, an explosion of lust that left her legs barely able to support her.

That's when she finally opened her eyes. That's when she saw her son. That's when she saw his camera. And that's when she knew her fate was sealed.

"Lovely, mother. I'm sure your friends would love to see a copy of your performance. Now hurry up, ladies. We don't have much time before my sister arrives."

Natalie didn't have a care in the world when she returned home but she knew something was going on. "Why did I have to open the front door for myself? Where was the butler?" she wondered. She didn't know his name, didn't know the names of any the household staff for that matter. They were just "staff," paid to do a job and their job was to pander to her and ensure that her every need was attended to.

"Well, not every need," she thought with a giggle. Ever since she had reached her eighteenth birthday not so long ago, she had discovered new needs. She had realised the power she had over boys and she intended to use it to get what she wanted from them. Even her own brother, the pervert, had been reduced to nothing in her eyes when she saw his reaction to her and her friends in their bikinis. Now she was sure she had him where she wanted him too.

She couldn't have been more wrong.

As she made her way through the house she wondered why it was so quiet, why there were no servants about. Just as she was approaching her grandmother's study her mother opened the door and invited her in. Natalie was too wrapped up in her own plans for the rest of the day to worry about the sudden disappearance of the maids but it still puzzled her. She wanted something to eat and wanted to know who was going to prepare it for her.

"Mother, where is everyone? I had to open the door myself and now I can't find anyone to make me a snack."

The unsuspecting girl was too annoyed at all this inconvenience to notice at first that her mother didn't answer her, as she lay down on the fireside sofa, lounging. When she got fed up waiting for a response she turned round to see where her mother was and why she was ignoring her. It took her a moment or two to register that her brother, Tony, and her grandmother were also in the room. But something was wrong.

Why was Tony sitting at her grandmother's desk as if he was in charge? Why were her mother and grandmother standing on either side of him, flanking him like some sort of entourage? Why was Tony smiling like that?

She had never particularly liked her older brother but, as she was the favourite of both her mother and grandmother, she didn't have to pay him any attention. Until now that is.

"Sit down, Natalie."

"Who do you think you are, ordering me around? Mother, what's going on here?" Even though she was getting annoyed, she instinctively did what Tony said, responding to the new found authority in his voice.

"Do as your brother says, dear. He's in charge now."

"What do you mean he's in charge? Grandmother, what is she talking about?"

"It's quite simple, sweetheart. Your brother was left control of your father's estate and, now that he has turned twenty one, he has sole ownership of the company, the house, everything in fact."

"But that can't be? What about me? Don't I get anything?"

"Yes, Natalie," Tony addressed her again. You get to continue to waste your life on your friends and your parties. You get to continue as if nothing has changed."

"Well that's all right then. But where are all the staff? I want something to eat before I go out again."

"I've given them all the evening off as we have much to discuss before the day is through. Cancel your plans for this evening. You are going nowhere."

"That's what you think. I'm going out with Amanda and Suzie and you can't stop me."

As she started to rise from the hard backed chair that Tony had earlier placed in front of his desk, her mother and grandmother, at a signal from Tony, rushed round the desk. Before she knew what was happening, the two older women had seized her arms and tied them to the arms of the specifically chosen seat. Her brother had placed the ties in readiness before she arrived because he suspected his younger sister would be the most resistant to his plans and would need even more encouragement than their mother and grandmother. Natalie, typically, had barely noticed them as she had presumed they were nothing to do with her.

Wrong!

"What on earth do you think you are doing? Mother? Grandmother? Let me go!"

The two older women remained silent and simply walked back to their place behind the desk, ignoring her, worrying her.

"The thing is, Natalie, like I said, nothing has to change. Outwardly you can still carry on as always. There will be one condition, however; one that I'm sure even you will understand. You see, as I now own everything, I have control of your allowance, your home, in fact everything that you hold precious. All you have to do preserve your life of luxury is to submit to me in all things."

"What?! Are you mad? Submit to you? Is this some kind of sick joke?"

"I see I'm going to have trouble with you. Never mind; grandmother and mother were a bit reluctant too. At first. Once I had spanked them though they soon changed their minds."

"You? You spanked grandmother? And mother? Yeah, right." Natalie could not keep the scorn out of her voice but deep within she was becoming more than a little scared. Did her horrible brother really have all this power over them? Even if he did, there was no way grandmother would have allowed him to lay a finger on her, never mind spank her.

"You still don't believe me? Thought so. Ladies, show Natalie what a spanked arse looks like."

If his sister was shocked by Tony's words, she was stunned beyond belief when her mother and grandmother turned around and began to slowly raise their tight skirts. "When did they start wearing such short skirts?" she asked herself, not having noticed until now how the two older women were dressed.

She gasped when she realised that neither of her relatives were wearing any underwear. She was struck dumb when they finally managed to pull their tight black skirts over their equally plump bottoms to reveal very red cheeks. But what shocked her most of all was when both women bent forward without further instruction and she could see how wet they both were between their legs.

"This can't be happening," she thought. "Since when did mother, or grandmother, do anything to make their pussies wet?" She looked to her brother for answers but all she got was a smug smile.

"Now do you believe me, Natalie? Now do you understand? Don't worry, I have no intentions of spanking you, not tonight anyway. But I do have to make you see just how much control I have over you. Ladies, I think I'd like to see what she's been hiding until now. Start at the top please."

Natalie was just about to burst out laughing when she saw her mother and grandmother walk round the desk again. She was too shocked to even protest when they began to unbutton her summer dress from the top. She suddenly wished she had worn a bra this morning but she hadn't seen the need and it was far too warm for such things. She was too embarrassed to speak when she realised that they were going to continue to open the buttons until her firm, young breasts were exposed. When she looked across at the smug grin on her brother's face, however, she knew she had to say something.

"Ok, you've had your fun. Enough is enough. I don't know how you've managed to bribe these two into all of this but this has gone far enough. Untie me now and I'll think about not reporting you all to the police."

"This is, obviously going to be much harder than I would have wanted, ladies. You can tell anyone you want, Natalie. We will all deny it and who do you think the authorities are going to believe when grandmother speaks to them. You will be dismissed as a pampered rich kid trying to stir up trouble for your loving family. Ladies, continue please."

Natalie tried this time to reason with her older brother but she was too distracted by the fact that her breasts were about to be exposed to him and by the tingling between her legs. As soon as her mother opened the last button above her waistband she closed her eyes in shame. As her grandmother pulled the sides of her dress apart she really thought she was going to burst out into tears. But when she forced herself to open her eyes once more she saw her nipples were growing almost before their eyes. The damp patch that was forming in her panties was growing wetter by the minute too and she struggled to free her arms from the chair. She only stopped when she realised that her struggles were making her breasts shake from side to side and that her three relatives were thoroughly enjoying her futile efforts.

"How could they do this to me," she thought."What have I ever done to deserve this?"

Tony knew that his younger sister hadn't treated him as badly as the two older women in the room but he knew it was only a matter of time. As she had blossomed into a young woman and had begun to realise the power her body had to torment him she had used every opportunity to tease him and to tempt him to take what he could never have.

Now he was determined to prove her wrong.

"Carry on, ladies."

The two older women knew exactly what he wanted them to do. Surprising Natalie by untying her binds and releasing her from the chair, they quickly quashed her relief by forcing her to lie down on the thick carpet. Knowing that she would never agree to stay there of her own accord, Tony had earlier instructed his mother to hold her down. This she did in the most efficient manner by pulling up her short skirt to her waist, standing on either side of her daughter's head, then lowering herself on to the girl's naked chest, resting just above Natalie's exposed breasts. 

Natalie was suddenly faced with something she had never wanted to see and never thought that she would see. She was staring at another woman's hairy pussy and, what was worse, was the fact that it was her own mother's hairy pussy. What she couldn't comprehend, however, was that her mother's pussy was not only hairy but soaking wet too. She tried to turn her head away but her mother's knees had trapped her long blonde hair and she was forced to look straight ahead. 




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"Now, Natalie, it's time for you to learn some new skills, at least I'm presuming they will be new to you. I've often wondered what you and your girlfriends get up to in your bedroom. Either way I want you to make mother cum. Let's all see how talented your tongue is."

"What?! No! I'm not doing that! How dare you! Mother, get off me! Tell him to stop this!"

Sally looked down on her angry, frightened daughter. She simply shook her head, knowing that neither of them had any choice. She would have to allow her daughter to lick her private place just as her mother had done earlier. She would have to cum on her daughter's face just as her son commanded. And she would have to shame herself once more in full view of her closest family.

"Thought you might say that," smiled Tony as he towered above her, having risen from his chair to get closer to the action. "Over to you then, grandmother."

Natalie had almost forgotten about their oldest living relative and wondered what else she could do to make her current predicament even worse. She was about to find out.

Suddenly she felt someone touch the bottom of her dress and knew that it had to be her own grandmother. As if that wasn't bad enough, she could feel the old woman (for that was how she thought of her) running her hands up her smooth, toned legs, gently pushing her thighs apart. With her mother still sitting on her chest it was impossible to struggle too much and she simply lay there, resigned to the further exposure that she knew was coming.

Her grandmother meanwhile was smiling to herself in delight. Natalie's white cotton panties were so wet they were almost transparent and she couldn't wait to slide them down her granddaughter's tanned legs. Before she could do that, however, she knew Tony wanted to see his sister's underwear while it was still covering her modesty.

"Well, well, well, Natalie. It would appear you're enjoying yourself more than you care to admit. Care to explain why your panties are soaking wet? Are you a slut too, just like mother and grandmother?"

Natalie couldn't believe that her brother had the nerve to speak about their relatives in such a manner and neither could she believe that her own body was betraying her like this. It wasn't as if she wanted any of this to happen, was it? Why was the itch between her legs becoming unbearable now? Why did she want someone, anyone, to touch her where only one other had ever touched her before? Was she really a slut as Tony suggested? No! She refused to accept that and refused to answer.

Her silence wasn't going to save her, however, and Tony simply nodded to their grandmother to continue. Elizabeth need no further bidding. She had waited patiently since Tony had awoken her lust and now she was finally going to get her hands on her granddaughter. She began to draw the girl's tiny panties down her legs, practically having to peel them off her sticky pussy. She knew what her granddaughter must be feeling as she pulled the wet garment off and handed them to her grandson but she no longer cared. Once Tony had done his thing with the panties she knew she was allowed to taste her granddaughter's bald pussy.

Tony smiled in delight at Natalie's panties. They weren't the first pair he had stolen from her but they were by far the wettest and certainly the freshest. He stood over his sister, turned them inside out and looked her straight in the eye as he inhaled her scent from the wet crotch before running his tongue over the large damp spot.

"Well, Natalie, you smell like mother, you taste like mother so I'm sure you will eventually break like mother too and prove to be the slut that she has proved to be. Are you ready to begin yet or do we have to push you further?"

Natalie had closed her eyes in disgust and shame at the sight of her brother licking her wet panties but they flew open at his question. She didn't want to think about what this perverted threesome would do to her next to "push her further" but, as soon as her eyes were focused again she was faced once more with the sight of her mother's waiting pussy.

She didn't have to wait too long before it became very clear exactly what they had planned for her. Her grandmother had taken a moment to savour Natalie's smooth pussy before she began to devour it. First she kissed her way up one thigh then down the other, thrilled by the trembling her wet lips were causing in the young girl's legs.

Natalie moaned in uncontrollable pleasure. No one had ever done this to her before, not even her one and only lover. She knew it was wrong that it was her grandmother who was doing it. She knew that it was wrong that her mother was sitting over her chest waiting for her to lick her pussy. And she knew that it was wrong that her brother was now lying down on the floor beside her, feasting on her sensitive nipples as if he owned them. And yet, even though she knew that it was wrong, even though she knew she had no choice, still her body was responding. It was her mouth that was moaning; it was her breasts that were tingling as her brother played with them and it was her pussy that was desperate for her grandmother to touch.

Her grandmother could wait no longer and, amazed as she was at the amount of juices leaking from her Natalie's cunt and the heady scent that got stronger as she approached her target, she dived down and began to lap at those juices, lap at that cunt and lap at her granddaughter's most intimate places.

Every thing in Natalie's mind was silently yelling "no!" but her body was telling her family "YES!" as they tormented her with their mouths. She knew the only way she was going to stop this was to do what they wanted but she just couldn't do it. She just couldn't lift her head, stick out her tongue and lick her mother's pussy. She just couldn't shame herself by admitting that she had always wanted to try this with her best friend. She just couldn't stop the thrills her grandmother was causing to course through her trapped body.

Her grandmother had never done anything like this before today either but she was warming to her task and was quickly becoming quite expert in what she was doing. Her long tongue licked up and down Natalie's slick lips, causing the girl's body to writhe in pleasure as well as torment. The older woman smiled to herself as her granddaughter's body began to push itself up from the carpet, wanting more and more of her grandmother's greedy mouth.

But her grandmother wasn't content with using just her mouth. She decided it was time to bring her fingers into the action too and, pushing back the small hood at the top of her lips, she watched as Natalie's tingling clit popped out. Immediately she ran her tongue over that precious button, swirling it, flicking it and kissing it.

Even with her mother sat firmly on her chest Natalie's body arched off the floor, almost dismounting the older woman. She was desperate to escape her grandmother's attention and desperate for the moment to reach its natural conclusion. Pleasure that she had never known before began to wash over her body as she reached her climax for the very first time. It washed over her as she thrashed about in her shame and her lust even as her strong teenage thighs practically crushed her grandmother's head between them.

She rode the waves as she rode her grandmother's tongue but, eventually, her orgasm stopped and she collapsed on to the floor. As always, the moment her eyes opened, there was her mother's pussy.



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Natalie's head was in a whirl. She lay there, recovering from the most wonderful orgasm, her very first, and she wasn't sure what to do next. She knew what her brother wanted her to do; he was the ringleader in all of this after all. She knew what her grandmother wanted her to do; she was the one who had licked her to orgasm. And she knew what her mother wanted her to do; she was sitting on Natalie's chest, her short skirt around her waist, her pussy waiting for her daughter's tongue. Yes, she knew what everyone wanted her to do, everyone but herself.

What did she want? She couldn't deny that the feelings her grandmother had awoken in her were much more intense, much more pleasurable, than the only other time she had had sex. That had been with her boyfriend and it had not affected her like this. It had been quick, a little painful, and not nearly as enjoyable as what she had just shared with the closest members of her family.

Did this mean she was a lesbian? Yes, she had had fantasies about kissing other girls. Yes, she had been excited when she saw some of the other girls naked in the showers after gym. Yes, she had often run home, pulled down her panties and run her finger along her wet pussy when she thought about them. But she had never thought of herself as anything but straight.

That was why she had let her boyfriend fuck her, wasn't it? Or was it just because she knew that, if she didn't do it, he would soon find someone else who would.?

Or was she really gay? Should she do what they all wanted her to do? Should she lick another woman's pussy? Did it really matter that the other woman was her own mother? Did it matter that her mother's pussy was really hairy? Did it really matter that she was being forced to do this if she secretly wanted to do it?

Sally looked down on her sweet daughter's face and could see the conflicting emotions that were causing her to hesitate. She would never have done this through choice. She would never have subjected her beautiful daughter to such perverse treatment.

Even so, she had been jealous that it had been her own mother and not she who had been chosen to be the first to taste Natalie's private parts. (Even in her own mind she couldn't bring herself to use words like "pussy" or "cunt"). She had been patient and now she wanted the reward for her patience. She realised that she wanted her daughter to lick her "there." She wanted Natalie to make her cum. She wanted the girl pinned beneath her to taste her juices and she knew she was going to have to take the lead.

"Do it, darling. Do what your brother wants and this will all be over."

"Don't be so coy, mother. Tell your baby girl exactly what you want her to do."

Sally trembled in the shame of knowing that her son knew she wanted this to happen. he always seemed to know exactly what words to say, what buttons to press, to humiliate her even further. but he had the upper hand; he knew it, she knew it and soon her daughter would know it too.

"Lick my pussy, sweetheart. It won't be so bad and you may even like it."

Natalie knew her mother was trying to make it easier for her but she still couldn't bring herself to make that first move. So, seeing this, Sally inched forward until she felt her daughter's reluctant lips touch her own private place. Realising that Tony was becoming impatient, she reached down and opened herself to her daughter's sweet mouth.

She gasped in sheer pleasure as Natalie finally gave up the fight and opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and began to lick a woman's pussy for the first time ever, her own mother's. 

Sally was in heaven. Her daughter's tongue felt even better than her mother's had earlier. She knew that Natalie would have no more experience in being intimate with a woman than she had had before today, but as her daughter nibbled at her thick lips, she moaned in delight at the soft suckling of her daughter.

Natalie didn't know what she was doing, her mother was right about that. If she had to do this then she would simply try to remember what her grandmother had done to her and force herself to devour her own mother's pussy in the same way.

If Sally was ashamed at what she and her daughter were doing, it certainly didn't look that way to her son and Tony knew it wouldn't look like either of them were being forced in the photos he was taking. His mother and sister were too preoccupied in their lust to notice what he was doing and he smiled to himself as he recorded for all posterity his mother grinding herself on her daughter's face, groaning in sheer pleasure as Natalie's nose accidentally bumped against her exposed clit.

Natalie was worried that she was in danger of being suffocated as her mother became more and more animated but her worries increased when she saw her brother approach. He had handed over the photography duties to their grandmother and now crouched down beside the two women. Natalie couldn't see what his left hand was doing but it seemed to be pushing their mother forward even more, her pussy now crushed against her daughter's face.

He forced his right hand between his two relatives and began to circle his mother's clit, as if she wasn't inflamed enough already. Natalie had to end this soon as she was really struggling to catch her breath now and, following her grandmother's earlier example, she stiffened her tongue and forced it deeper between her mother's lips. Tony, meanwhile, played his part in their dual assault and continued to torment their mother's extremely sensitive button.

Sally looked down, and through the fog of lust, saw her daughter's face trapped beneath her. Natalie was no longer her daughter, however. She was simply a means to an end, a tool, to bring this moment to its inevitable climax.

She reached down and grabbed Natalie's head, pulling her daughter even closer to her, riding her face. She rode, Natalie poked and Tony teased until she came in a thunderous orgasm that made her collapse forward onto the poor girl's face, her juices pouring over her daughter's mouth, nose and chin.

By now Natalie was ready to panic, unable to catch even the smallest drop of air as he mother's sated body covered her entire face. Pushing the older woman off her, she gulped in as much air as her lungs could take and lay there, hoping that her perverted family were finally finished with her.

She should have known better.

Tony offered her his hand and helped her up. For a moment she wondered if he was going to take pity on her when he suggested she rest on his desk. Looking at him in puzzlement, once again acutely aware and ashamed of her nakedness, she did as she was bid. Hopping on to the desk she tried to close her legs to hide her pussy and crossed her arms over her young breasts.

"Well, that won't do, Natalie, will it? How am I supposed to take my turn if you sit like that? Why don't you lie back?"

She knew her brother didn't expect and answer to any of his questions. All he expected her to do was to obey his every command as meekly as her mother and grandmother had been doing. She was about to jump down from the desk and march from the room when she noticed her two older relatives conferring over the camera.

"You certainly did a good job of making your mother cum, sweetheart, didn't you? Do you think your friends would like to see the photos we've taken?"

It was only as her grandmother issued this veiled threat that Natalie finally realised the full implications of what she had done. They could make her do whatever they wanted now and she had no doubt that was exactly what they were going to do. It wasn't enough that Tony now controlled all their money; he now had the means to blackmail her too and her shoulders slumped in defeat. Lying back on the hard wooden desk, she awaited her fate.

"Open your legs, Natalie. Let me see your bald cunt."

She stared up at the ornate ceiling, her face burning red in embarrassment. She knew her helplessness and her anticipation were causing her pussy to moisten again and she feared Tony would notice her lips glistening with her juices. She tried to tell herself that they worst was surely over. What could be worse than your grandmother licking you to your first orgasm or your mother cumming all over your face as you licked her hairy pussy?

She was about to find out.

Tony delighted in the struggles that were plainly written across his sister's face but, now that he had so much power, he realised that he didn't like being made to wait for anything. Towering over the trembling girl, he reached down and took her legs in his strong hands. Positioning them so that her feet rested on the top of the desk, he slowly but insistently prised her knees apart and feasted on the sight of his sister's beautiful exposed pussy.

Tony had had his fair share of girls but he thought his sister's cunt to be the most beautiful he had ever seen, smooth, moist and begging to be touched. Natalie on the other hand could think of nothing other than the fact that her brother was staring at her most intimate places, her mother was standing on the other side of the desk looking down her daughter's naked body and her grandmother had now reappeared with the accursed camera.

Even this wasn't enough for her brother. Tony wanted to keep her embarrassment at its peak so he lifted her legs again and lifted them higher, pushing them even further back, back over her shoulders, back for their mother to hold. Natalie knew that her brother and grandmother would not only be able to see her pussy now but her tightest hole too and she shuddered anew. The fact that her grandmother was now taking even more incriminating photos didn't help as Tony stepped back to admire the view.

Natalie steeled herself for what was to come next but, even so, she still nearly jumped off the desk when she felt her brother's finger slide down the length of her slit, up and down, smearing her own juices around her lips yet studiously avoiding her clit. She wondered at his skills, wondered how he had learned to to touch a girl so expertly, so patiently. She had always thought of him as nothing more than an inconvenience, when she had bothered to think of him at all, but now she secretly wished that her boyfriend had treated her pussy as kindly as her brother was doing.

Having said that, when Tony's fingers slipped between her lips and entered her, her lust was forgotten for a moment as her shame overtook her again. When he bent down and touched her sensitive clit with his wet tongue, however, her lust returned like a torrent washing over her. If he continued doing that she knew she would cum again. She knew she would cum on her brother's desk; she knew she would cum with her mother looking on and she knew she would cum as her grandmother recorded every moment.

Tony smiled smugly to herself as he looked up to see his younger sister biting her bottom lip, trying to stifle her moans of pleasure. Knowing just how to push her over the edge, he continued to slide one finger in and out of her greedy pussy while reaching up with his other hand and beginning to play with her nipples. He was delighted that he could take a firm hold of them, one after the other, so extended and throbbing were they.

If Natalie had considered for a moment that she might be gay when she was licking her mother's pussy she could not deny the arousal that was washing over her at the hands of a man. The fact that the man was her own brother simply served to heighten her feelings and all she knew at that point was that he was taking her to levels of ecstasy that no one, neither her boyfriend not her grandmother, had ever taken her to before.

When Tony replaced one finger with two his sister knew that she could control neither her body nor her emotions any longer. Her climax hit her like an express train and seemed to go on hitting her for some time. It took over her whole body, every inch trembling in lust, even her over stretched legs which were were still being held by her shocked mother.

She knew her mother would have never wanted to have seen her like this. She knew her grandmother was recording every second of her fall into depravity. But none of that mattered. All that mattered were the fingers plunging in and out of her cunt and the tongue lapping at her clit. She had lost all self control and she screamed aloud, so loud that if the staff had been around they would have presumed someone was being murdered.

When silence finally returned to the room she realised it was because she had stopped cumming and stopped screaming. Her mother lowered her shaking legs and Tony raised his head from her pussy. His face was covered in his sister's juices and he grinned down at her as his tongue ran across his lips, savoring her every drop.

Her shame returned when she wondered what her mother must be thinking of her at that moment. She no longer considered her grandmother's opinion as her oldest relative seemed totally enraptured by Tony taking command and was following his instructions to the letter. Even so, she was surprised when she put down the camera and stepped out of the room.

As her brother assisted her to sit up and she became aware of her nudity again, she couldn't help but see something else that filled her with a new dread. There was a huge bulge in the front of Tony's trousers and she knew that could mean only one thing.

"It's time for you to do something for me now, Natalie. I'm sure you know what's required."

As he assisted her off the desk he took her by the shoulders and gently forced her to kneel down before him. Natalie looked round to her mother for support but the older woman could only shake her head in dismay and picked up the camera to record the next episode in her family's perversion. She knew what her role was now and she knew that her son would not tolerate any interference.

It wasn't the first time Natalie had found herself in this position kneeling before a man. It wasn't the first time she had reached up and implored with her eyes for him not to make her do this. It was not the first time she had opened a man's trousers, not the first time that she had reached in and withdrawn an erect cock. but it was definitely the first time she had wrapped her fingers around that cock while looking up into her brother's lust filled eyes.

She suddenly thought that in any other circumstances she would have been pleased to take such a nice cock in her hands. But not with her brother, not with her mother looking on and not with the realisation that, even if she let him cum in her mouth, that was unlikely to be the end of it. She was filled with disgust as her pussy tingled anew.

Tony still hadn't learned any patience so he pulled her forward, pushing his cock against her lips. Natalie knew she had no choice but to open her mouth and, the instant that she did, her mother was by her side, recording the moment for some sort of twisted family album.

As humiliating as the situation was, she decided that best thing to do was to make her brother cum as quickly as possible. Opening her mouth wider, she allowed him to force his hard cock deeper in, all the while looking up at him, hoping in vain that he would have mercy on her and stop this madness. But all Tony could see was a slut on her knees before him with her lips stretched around his cock and he had no intention of stopping.

Deciding she wasn't doing it quickly enough, he took hold of his sister's long hair, grabbing it at the sides of her head, and began to push deeper, faster, as deep and as fast as he could go until he felt the unmistakable sensation of Natalie gagging on his cock. He wondered if she had ever deep-throated someone before but he didn't really care. All he knew was that she was about to do it and it was his cock she was about to swallow.

At that point Natalie realised she had never hated anyone as much as she hated her brother. She hated being forced to do this; she hated being forced into such a submissive position; she hated her mother for recording every moment of her humiliation and she hated her own body for coming alive with arousal.

Tony didn't know what his sister was feeling nor did he care. All he knew was that his balls were tingling and that he was about to cum. His first spurt hit the back of her throat and, even though she tried to swallow what she could, she gagged again as more and more cum flooded her mouth. She had never let anyone cum in her mouth before but she knew this was exactly what her evil brother expected of her and resigned herself to doing it.

Tony smiled down at her, pleased that his suspicions had been justified. He had long suspected that his young sister would be an excellent cocksucker and he knew that this was not the last blowjob she would give him. As he softened in her mouth, he withdrew from between her moist lips and smeared them with his last few drops, making sure she was unlikely to forget the taste of her brother's cum.

"It's time for a new game now. Let's play, "Guess the cock".

Natalie was mystified by her brother's words until the door opened and she turned to see her grandmother re-enter. But this was her grandmother as she had never seen her before. She was still as naked as the day she was born but now, around her hips, was fastened a leather harness. It was however the plastic cock attached to the harness that shocked Natalie to her core. It was bigger than her boyfriend's, bigger than her brother's, bigger than any she had ever seen. To top it all, her grandmother carried a similar device in her hand which looked just as big and just as menacing as her own. Now she had an idea what her brother was talking about but she still couldn't see where the guesswork would come in.

"Mother, put on the blindfold."

Sally knew where the blindfold was. She had been given explicit instructions by her son before Natalie had come home and she reached into the top drawer of the desk to retrieve it before tying it around her daughter's eyes, effectively blinding her. She hesitated for just a moment before she began to don the harness that her mother had handed to her. Now both women sported very impressive cocks and the sight of them, not to mention his blindfolded sister, caused Tony' very real cock to begin to stiffen and grow once again.

Natalie couldn't see a thing but her other senses seemed to be heightened by her temporary blindness. She could hear Tony whispering instructions to the other two women and listened as they all seemed to be getting into position for what she hoped would be the finale of this humiliation. She knew that she had no choice in any of this but she also knew, deep in her heart, that she couldn't wait for them to start.

"Get on your hands and knees, Natalie. Mother, help her into position."

Natalie didn't think she needed any help to comply with her brother's instructions but, when her mother led her a few steps to the side and her foot brushed against someone lying on the floor, she knew the instruction was far from simple. She felt one pair of hands on her shoulders pushing her down, her mother's, and another pair pulling her down, her grandmother's she presumed. She realised that she was straddling her grandmother and, as the two pairs of hands guided her, she felt herself being lowered onto one of the plastic cocks. It seemed to go on forever as her tight pussy stretched around it, filling her as she had never been filled before. When she finally reached the bottom and could feel her legs resting against the outside of her grandmother's, she felt another pair of hands pushing her forward. Not only was her grandmother now filling her pussy, their tits were rubbing against each other and Natalie once again wondered if she might be gay, so pleasurable were the sensations running through her body as their nipples clashed with each other.





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She didn't have to wait too long before another cock, another plastic cock, demanded her attention. She felt it pressing against her mouth, just as her brother's had done. It cut off any chance of her pleading for mercy as it slowly entered her mouth, preventing anything but unintelligible moaning from escaping her lips.

Once everyone seemed to be in position there was a moment of stillness as if the two older women were waiting on something. And then Natalie remembered her brother.

All of a sudden her grandmother's legs wrapped around her own, trapping her, pulling her even closer against her old body. It was when she reached around her granddaughter and spread her pert cheeks that Natalie realised what was going to happen. She was unable to protest that she had never done anything like this before and she was equally unable to protest when she felt a greasy substance sliding down between her cheeks. All she could do was tremble at the thought of what her wicked brother had in store for her now. She had just taken more cocks than her young body had ever taken before but even that wasn't enough for her perverted family. She knew she was about to be taken where she had never been taken before.

Sure enough, as the greasy substance pooled around her dirtiest hole, she felt a finger press against it. Just as it started to push its way in the other two cocks began to move too as if they had been waiting for this signal. As her body fought to accommodate the multiple invaders and even began to move in response to them, the one finger was replaced by two. She could feel them stretching her open and her only hope was that the final cock wouldn't hurt as much as her girlfriends said it did.

When the fingers were finally replaced by her brother's cock Natalie was overcome by equal measures of pain and pleasure. She could feel herself being stretched almost beyond endurance and tried to pull away. This just pushed her deeper onto the plastic cocks and she knew there was no escape. Even so, her struggles seemed to act as a spur for her family and they all renewed their efforts, pushing deeper and deeper into her, deeper than she would ever have thought possible, deeper than she could ever have wished for.

All three of them were fucking her in earnest now and her body bounced between them like a rag doll, trembling in her helplessness, trembling in her lust. She knew that the two plastic cocks could go on forever and she could only hope that Tony wouldn't. She knew that it wouldn't be too long before her own body betrayed her again but it was Tony who did cum first.

Tony had been sure his uptight sister would never have allowed anyone to take her anal virginity before today and he was delighted when he forced his way into her forbidden hole. She was incredibly tight but the lube and his fingers had done their job, opening her up just enough to allow him in. As soon as he pushed past her outer ring he knew he was the first to venture inside his sister's gorgeous arsehole. Tight as she was, and with her still struggling beneath him, he knew he wasn't going to last too long.

With a roar that surprised even himself, Tony felt his balls tighten, his cum surge through his cock and his spurts began to coat his younger sister's insides. He wondered what he could do next and how he could get the staff involved.

Natalie came like she had never cum before, more than surpassing the huge orgasms she had already enjoyed today. She felt her brother's cock swell deep inside her and, as his cum spilled out of her ravaged hole, her body seemed to explode in pleasure and lust, her juices pouring from her cunt, soaking her grandmother's plastic cock.

When all three cocks finally stopped thrusting into her and her own body began to calm down, she wondered what her brother could do to top this.

And she couldn't wait to find out.



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Tony smiled when he saw how her body had tensed up as she felt his hard cock resting on her cheeks.

"Not today, grandmother. We'll save that for a special occasion."

Elizabeth shuddered at the thought that her perverted grandson really did intend to sodomise her. The fact that he wasn't going to do it today, she knew, was only putting off the inevitable. So she was actually quite relieved when she felt his finger slide back in between her pussy lips. She knew she was wet, she could hardly deny it, but what was worse was the fact that her grandson seemed to know exactly how to torment her.

"Well, grandmother; if I didn't know any better, I'd say you wanted me to fuck you. You're pussy is dripping."

When Elizabeth refused to answer, simply shaking her head furiously at such a vile suggestion, Tony withdrew his finger. She couldn't help the moan of disappointment that escaped her mouth and she blushed in humiliation when she heard him laugh at her slutty behaviour.

"If you want it that badly, grandmother, maybe I should get you to beg for it. Beg for my cock, grandmother. Beg your own grandson to fuck you."

His goading brought Elizabeth to her senses and she tried to push herself up from the desk in a rage. But Tony had never really expected her to beg; he just wanted to see how far he could push her. He pinned her to her own desk once again, her struggles just inflaming his desire even more.

Elizabeth had to wait no longer to feel just how inflamed he was as he thrust his wide cock deep into her in one almighty thrust. Her body shook with shame, humiliation and lust. As she felt her grandson throbbing inside her, wondering what he was waiting for, he began to move slowly in and out.

Tony wasn't surprised when he felt how tight his grandmother's cunt was. She up always been uptight about everything and he hadn't expected her body to be any different. Even so, the juices flowing from her neglected pussy were lubricating him very nicely as he began to pick up the pace and pushed harder and deeper into her.

Elizabeth now had no control over anything, not her business, not her family and certainly not her body. As her grandson pounded her in a way she had never known before, her moans became louder and much more obviously sounds of pleasure rather than sounds of complaint. And although Tony was enjoying every little indication of his grandmother's submission, he couldn't allow her to scream the office down when she had her orgasm. Because he was determined she was going to cum on his cock and, he realised, what he wanted was what he got from now on. Slipping out of her hungry pussy for just a moment, he snatched up her knickers from where they lay and pushed them into her open mouth.

Elizabeth was too surprised, first by the absence of her grandson's cock and then by him stuffing something into her mouth, to complain. When she realised what it was that was now hanging out of her mouth and when she realised exactly what the tangy taste on them was, she began to struggle once again.

Tony, however, loved his grandmother's feeble attempts to fight against him and rewarded her by plunging back into her open pussy. Pulling her arms behind her back, he resumed his fucking and laughed when he saw her pushing back against him. His grandmother was no longer trying to fight him. She wanted him; she wanted him deep inside her and she didn't care who knew it.

Letting go of one of her arms, he reached up and pulled her back by the hair, causing her back to arch and allowing him to gain the depth inside her pussy that they both craved at that moment. He knew that they were both close now, even if she didn't, and he thrust into her cunt, harder, faster and deeper than anything before.

Suddenly Elizabeth was overtaken by a wave of unknown pleasure. It was as if she had died and gone to heaven but was still alive and enjoying every minute of the experience. She screamed into her knickers and, for a moment, was glad her grandson had had the foresight to stuff her mouth. He was holding her hips now, still moving in and out of her, still fucking her, and Elizabeth knew she never wanted him to be anywhere else.

Tony recognised his grandmother's final submission and that was enough to send him over the edge. His balls tingled and he felt his cum surge up his cock, flooding his grandmother's pussy and sending her into a new orgasm, the like of which it would take her a long time to recover from.

By the time she did recover, by the time she did slide off her desk and slip to the floor, her legs like rubber and no longer able to support her, Tony was already dressed and waiting for her.

"I'm going home now, grandmother. I'll be moving into your suite and you can have my single bed. Mother will be home soon so I want you there to assist me in bringing your daughter under control."

All Elizabeth could do was nod compliantly.

"Yes, Tony. You're in charge."