11 comments/ 118818 views/ 51 favorites Mother, Sister, MIL, SIL & Lottery By: SusanJillParker This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please vote. * An indecent proposal to his mother, sister, mother, and sister-in-law, a man wins the Power Ball jackpot on Valentine's Day and offers to trade money for sex. Johnny was a family man. A faithful husband and a good father, he provided well for his family. A good Christian, he was a God fearing man. Married with children, two sons, he loved his immediate family and his extended family equally as well. Unfortunately, as do we all, John had a dark side, a hidden secret, and a sordid sexual past. His secret was the incestuous sexual lust that he had for his mother and sister and the forbidden sexual desire that he had for his mother and sister-in-law. In the way that President Jimmy Carter did and so many men do when perusing the latest issue of Playboy, Johnny lusted over women other than his wife, especially the women that he was forbidden to have, his sexy female relatives. "Oh, the shame of a man lusting over a woman that's not his wife but worse when lusting over women that are his blood relatives and relatives by marriage." How could he? Why does he? Say it's not so. How dare a man lust over another woman other than his small breasted, plain Jane wife. Say that incest and forbidden lust doesn't exist. Thou shall not commit adultery. Thou shalt not covet thou neighbor's wife. Odd that even though the tenth commandment reads, 'Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's house. Thou shalt not covet they neighbor's wife, nor his manservant, nor his maidservant, nor his ox, nor his ass, nor anything that is thy neighbor's,' there's nothing there about a woman coveting a neighbor's husband. At the end of the tenth commandment there is an all inclusive passage that 'thou shalt not covet anything that is thy neighbor's.' I guess that's where the women coveting someone else's husband comes into play. Nonetheless, most of us don't have a manservant, a maidservant, an ox, or an ass. It's safe to assume that I'd never covet my neighbor's maidservant, ox, and/or ass in the way that I may covet thy neighbor's wife and/or manservant. I think after all this time, we need new commandments, something that includes watching too much TV, spending too much time texting on our cell phones, playing too many video games, reading too much pornography, and writing too much erotica. 'Thou shall not spend too much time reading Literotica. Also, 'Thou shalt not write about a woman sucketh a man's cocketh or about a man fucketh a woman up the asseth unless that man and woman are married...to one another.' Anyway, back to the story... As much as Johnny loved his wife, Carol, his mother, Linda, and his sister, Anne, he also loved his mother, Marianne, and his sister-in-law, Samantha. Only, as much as he loved the women of his family, he lusted over the women of his family. Being that he was a man and a weak man at that, when it comes to incestuous and sexual lust, he couldn't help himself. Night and day, every day and especially every night, when he wasn't masturbating over his foxy mother and pretty sister, he was masturbating over his hot mother-in-law and sexy sister-in-law. Filled with sexual lust with the deep rooted yearning of needing to intimately and sexually experience the women who comprised his family, John was incorrigible in his lust and unrelenting in his sexual desire for his mother, his sister, his mother-in-law, and his sister-in-law. "I wish I could fuck them all," he said as he stroked his cock upstairs while his wife was watching Desperate Housewives downstairs. "I wish they'd all suck me. It's a good thing there isn't a commandment about, 'Thou shall not have incestuous sex with your mother and your sister and forbidden sex with your mother and sister-in-law,' because I'd be on the fast track to Hell." Knowing his sexual fantasies would never come true and knowing they were nothing more than just sexual fantasies, he extended his masturbation sessions to masturbate over other females in his life. Being that his life was filled with hot females, surrounded by them and sexually lusting over them all, he wished his wife was as hot. He wished his wife was prettier. He wish his wife had bigger tits. He wished his wife was sexier. He wished his wife would suck his cock more often and when she did suck his cock, he wished she'd allow him to cum in her mouth instead of all over her tits. He wished his wife was hot enough to lust over and masturbate over while imagining her naked and on her knees before him in the way that he lusted and masturbated over every female who crossed his path. He masturbated over his female doctor, his dentist, his dental hygienist, his hairstylist, his deli worker, his supermarket cashier, his mail woman, and his dog groomer. His life was surrounded by hot women, that is, until he came home to his plain Jane, small breasted wife. Except for his wife, there wasn't a woman he knew who was safe from him lusting and masturbating over them. If only his wife was as hot as all the women in his life, he'd never lust over another woman again. If only his wife had one redeeming sexual quality that he could hang onto that would make him lust over her but she had none. For the life of him, sadly, he didn't know why he married her. She seldom gave him a blowjob and when she did give him a blowjob, she didn't allow him to cum in her mouth, never mind swallowing his cum. Always the same, she pulled his cock from her mouth to ejaculate on her tits.. Alas, while imagining seeing all the women in his life in their bras and panties, while imagining them all naked and while imagining having sex with everyone of them, he masturbated over every woman he knew. Maybe if his wife gave him more sex and maybe if his wife gave him what he so wanted, a blowjob where she allowed him to cum in her mouth and she swallowed, he wouldn't lust and masturbate over other women. What was once a request, blowjobs and the lack thereof, had become a monumental issue between them. She seldom sucked his cock and she never allowed him to cum in her mouth, forget about her swallowing his cum. Always, she pulled him out of her mouth before he was about to cum in her cock sucking virginal mouth for him to ejaculate over her small tits. Just once, he wished he had the balls to put a hard hand to the back of her head and force her to allow him to cum in his mouth and not let go of her head until she swallowed. Only, knowing her as he did, she'd probably bite down on his cock. He didn't want to ejaculate over her small tits. He was tired of ejaculating all over her small tits. He hated ejaculating on her small tits. He wanted to ejaculate in her mouth. Ejaculating over her small breasts was like kissing his sister. "Oh, if only I could convince my sister to blow me. Being that she has a tramp stamp on her lower back and a piercing on her tongue, I bet she sucks cock. I bet she'd allow me to cum in her mouth instead of on her big tits." If only his wife would swallow his cum, maybe he wouldn't lust and masturbate over other women. No doubt, figuring that they were all cocksuckers and would all allow him to cum in their mouths, he imagined his bevy of women, his mother, his sister, his mother, and his sister-in-law, that appeared in his nightly sexual fantasies on their knees and naked while blowing him. Making the sounds that all men love to hear when they're being blown to show that the woman are enjoying sucking them as much as they're enjoying being sucked, he imagined how they'd act and sound like in bed when he had his cock buried deep inside their mouths or pussies. Sadly and unfortunately, knowing he'd never have sex with any of them, he had grown accustomed to lusting over women from afar while masturbating. Then, one day, Valentine's Day, his life suddenly changed for the better when he won ten-million dollars in the Power Ball lottery. If only he had won the Power Ball when it was a bigger jackpot, such as the week before when a man from New York and a man from California won and split a two-hundred-million dollar jackpot. Why are the big winners always from New York and California? Ah, ten million dollars is better than nothing, he thought to himself, that is, until he discovered how little he'd have left after the cash payout and after paying taxes. Nonetheless, he thanked God for his good fortune. "Thank you Jesus!" Where most normal men would think of buying the mundane things with all that money, things that they could never afford otherwise, such as a house, a new car or a new truck, a big screen TV, new golf clubs, and/or a boat, his thoughts were more sexual than material. Wanting to get the most bang for his lottery winnings buck, he wondered what he could do sexually with all of that money. Sure he could have sex with prostitutes and call girls until he contracted a sexual disease and his cock fell off, but he needed more than just having sex with a stranger. What fun is that? Okay having sex with a stranger is fun but he needed to satisfy the incestuous lust and the forbidden desire he had to bed other women, especially those women in his immediate family, his mother, his sister, his mother, and his sister-in-law. Maybe, somehow, he could use his lottery winnings to accomplish his sexual cravings. He may be a God fearing man, a family man, and a good man but he wasn't a fool. He knew that money tempted lots of people and he wondered if money would temp his mother, his sister, his mother, and his sister-in-law to have sex with him. Being that it was Valentine's day, thinking of himself as Cupid, only a more pornographic and incestuous kind of Cupid, one filled with more sexual lust than with romantic love, his dream was to have incestuous and forbidden sex with his female family members. Suddenly filled with good will towards women, especially being that it was Valentine's Day, the day of love, worth a try and with nothing to lose but his money, he had a plan. Immediately sharing his good fortune with his wife, he told her that he only won one-million dollars instead of ten-million dollars and received a mere four-hundred-thousand dollars after taking the cash payout and paying the taxes instead of the four-million dollars that he received. Needing her to put him high up on her pedestal, a lofty position he never held before, so that she'd leave him the fuck alone to implement his plan to bed his mother, his sister, her mother, and her sister, he gave all of that money, four-hundred-thousand dollars, to his wife. Now a hero in her eyes that her loving husband, a man that she refused to suck his cock and have him cum in her mouth, would give her all of his lottery winnings, she was happy...eventually. Yet, just wanting to keep her quiet, he had ulterior motives for the rest of the undisclosed money. * * * * * "Happy Valentine's Day Honey. This is for you," he said handing her a Valentine's Day card. "What the Hell is this?" She held the Valentine's Day card as if her palm was a scale and she was weighing it. "It's a little light," she said in a voice that could remove paint from a wall. "No gift card to the Olive Garden or to the Red Lobster, is there nothing else in here but a Hallmark Valentine's Day card?" She looked at him and held the Valentine's Day card up by the corner as if it was covered in excrement. "No flowers? No candy? The last of the big spenders, you bought me just a lousy Valentine's Day card? How could you! How dare you!" "Open it," he said. "I can't believe you didn't even buy me a gift card to the Olive Garden or to Red Lobster?" She gave him her unhappy wife look, the look that he's grown to hate, and the look that she gives him whenever he forgets her birthday or anniversary and especially when he asks her for a blowjob. "It's Valentine's Day and you didn't even give me gift certificate to the beauty salon for me to have a makeover." She'd have to go to a plastic surgeon for breast implants, a face lift, and liposuction to complete her makeover instead of just a mere beauty salon he thought to himself without verbalizing it. "Just open the card honey," he said smiling at her. "Happy Valentine's Day," he said leaning in to give her a kiss but kissing her cheek when she turned her lips away from him. 'Bitch,' he thought to himself. "After all I've done for you to make your life easier by cooking, cleaning, and picking up after you," she said feeling the envelope for a gift card before waving the unopened card in his face and before tossing the Valentine's Day card in the trash. "How dare you! You son of a bitch. You dirty motherfucker. You're such a cheap bastard John," she said with a hurt look on her face and with tears in her eyes. "Happy Valentine's Day sweetie," he said retrieving the card from the trash and handing it to her again. "Sorry but busy with other things, I didn't have time to buy you flowers, candy, and/or pick up a gift card to the Olive Garden or to Red Lobster and/or a gift certificate to the beauty salon. Just open the card honey and you'll understand why I only bought you a lousy Valentine's Day card," he said with an excited laugh. As soon as she opened the Valentine's card her attitude changed. It was as if the four-hundred-thousand dollar check turned on a switch that changed her from a shrew to a diva. Only, her excitement didn't last very long. She looked up at him while holding the card in her hand with a confused look of not knowing if she should believe him or not. "What's this? A check for four-hundred-thousand dollars? Ha! Ha! Very funny," she said about to rip up the check. "No! Don't! It's real," he said smiling wildly. "It's a real check with money behind it for you to cash it and spend the money however you'd like." "It is?" She studied the check before studying him. "Where'd you get this kind of money?" An ungrateful little shrew, she waved the check in front of his face. "Have you been gambling again? What did I tell you about gambling all of our--" "I didn't go to the casino," he said wanting to say her name but unable to remember it. "I won a million bucks in the Power Ball." "A million bucks?" Not trusting him, she looked at him as if he was cheating her. "Where's the rest of the money? There's only four-hundred-thousand dollars here." "What rest?" He laughed. "That's all of it. That's all there is," he said turning out his pockets and looking at her with sad eyes. "That's what's left of the money after taking the cash payout and paying federal and state taxes." He watched her staring at the check as if it was a trick and one that would self-implode or internally combust. "I'm grateful for the four-hundred-thousand dollars John but they really fuck people over when winning the lottery, don't they? What a load of crap. It's all a bunch of false advertising when they tell suckers that they've won a million bucks and walk away with only 40% of that. Bastards! Cocksuckers! Sons of bitches! How dare they!" "It isn't fair, sweetie, that the lottery takes so much from their cash payout before the federal and state take their cuts too, but think of it as free money," he said. He took her by the shoulders and looked deeply in her dimwitted eyes while brushing back her stringy, mousey, brown hair from her plain Jane face before reaching down to cup her tiny, A cup tits in his big hand through her padded bra. "Thank you but why are you giving me all of your lottery winnings. This isn't like you John when you always take the last cookie and/or the last bit of ice cream to make yourself a treat without asking me if I'd like some," she said eyeing him with suspicion. "For all that you do for me," he said laying on thick, "I'm giving all of my lottery winnings as my special Valentine's Day gift of love to you and for you to do whatever your heart desires and to buy whatever you want," he said kissing her on the lips before hugging her. "I love you..." he said pausing while trying to think of her name, "...Carol." "Oh, honey," she said, no doubt climbing the ladder in her mind to place him high up on her pedestal while thinking that he was such a sweet and generous husband. She fell in his arms and kissed him passionately before looking up at him with sexual excitement that he's never, ever seen her give him before. "Thank you," she said. "You welcome. The pleasure is all mine," he said while thinking of bedding his mother, his sister, his mother, and his sister-in-law. "As my special gift to you for Valentine's Day, my dear, sweet husband," she said reaching down to feel his cock through his pants. "How would you like a Valentine's Day blowjob?" She looked at him with expectant eyes as if there was a two for one sale at Wal-Mart. "A blowjob?" An unexpected pleasure, he never thought his wife would ever volunteer to suck his cock. His Honeymoon fifteen, long years ago was the last time she volunteered to blow him and even then, she didn't even finish the job. "Would you like me to suck your cock as my Valentine's Day gift to you?" She reached her hand down and cupped his testicles through his pants while giving him a sexual wink. "Would you like to hump my mouth and fuck my face?" She ran a slow tongue across her tight, thin lips. "A Valentine's Day blowjob? Seriously? You'll blow me for Valentine's Day? Are you kidding me?" He looked at his beloved wife with shocked, sexual surprised and lustful anticipation of receiving a Valentine's Day blowjob. "Absolutely," she said. "I'd love to suck the cock of my beloved husband on Valentine's Day, the day of romance, love, and sex." "Sure," he said not one to turn down a free blowjob that actually cost him four-hundred-thousand dollars. "I'd love for you to suck my cock...Carol," he said momentarily forgetting her name again. "You haven't sucked my cock since Heath Leger died when you stopped saving yourself for him and gave up all hopes of ever marrying him," he said with a smirk. "Yeah, well, the joker is dead and you're my new reality hero now," she said falling to her knees, unzipping him, and taking out his cock to suck him. "You can even cum in my mouth," she said looking up at him with her beady, little, brown eyes. "Would you like that John? Would you like to cum in my mouth? I'll swallow you too," she said licking his cock while pumping his prick before stuffing his big cock in her mouth and while still looking up at him. Instead of his wife, he imagined his mother feeling his cock through his pants. Instead of his wife, he imagined his sister asking him if he wanted a blowjob. Instead of his wife, he imagined his mother asking if he wanted to cum in her mouth. Instead of his wife, he imagined his sister-in-law telling him she'd swallow him before sucking him. Four women he'd rather have blowing him than his wife, he'd be happier if he were with any one of them. Yet, in the way of the grass is always greener, he wondered if he was with his mother, sister, mother-in-law, of sister-in-law, if he'd be lusting over his wife, whatever her name is, instead of in the way that he's not lusting over her now. Finally, after being married to what's her name for fifteen years, he found the key to unlocking his wife's passion, money, lots of money, something, no doubt, that Donald Trump and Hugh Hefner have known all along for years. Finally, it took him to win the lottery for him to uncover their secret now. Finally, it took him to give her four-hundred-thousand dollars for her to blow him, allow him to cum in her mouth, and swallow. "Cum in your mouth? Seriously? I can cum in your mouth for Valentine's Day? No way. And you'll swallow me too? No way. I can't believe this. This is the best Valentine's Day of my life," he said putting a gentle hand behind his wife's head. Mother, Sister, MIL, SIL & Lottery "Absolutely you can cum in my mouth and I'll swallow you too John," she said nodding her head yes as if she was a bobble doll and as if she needed the extraneous nodding movement of her head to reinforce her verbal answer in the affirmative. "It wouldn't be much of a blowjob if you didn't cum in my mouth and if I didn't swallow," she said with a shrewish kind of laugh. With no redeeming qualities and with nothing attractive about her, he really hated her laugh. It was then that he realized having never cummed in her mouth before, always cumming in her hand or on her tits that she's never given him a real blowjob. Then, again, he's never given her a check for four-hundred-thousand dollars either. If he knew this before, facing the consequences and dealing with the repercussions later, he would have given her a rubber check for the sake of her blowing him and swallowing him a long time ago. "What's gotten come you? In all the Valentine's Days we've celebrated together, you've never given me a blowjob on Valentine's Day. And even on those rare occasions when you sucked my cock, no doubt, while thinking of Keith Ledger, you never allowed me to cum in your mouth, forget about you swallowing me. I don't get it. Why now?" He looked at her as if she was going to back out of her promise to blow him and to allow him to cum in her mouth. He looked at her in the way that she was looking at the check and disbelieving that it was real. "Duh, silly. You've never given me a check for four-hundred-thousand dollars before either," she said looking at him with a smile. "You giving me a check for four-hundred-thousand dollars on Valentine's Day, of all days, gave me an epiphany John. I've been neglecting my wifely duties," she said sucking him while stroking him before removing him from her mouth to speak. "I've been taking you for granted. I haven't given you the sexual pleasure that you so deserve," she said teasing his cock with her tongue before taking him in her mouth again. It was then that he had an epiphany himself when realizing that he held all of the power. Money is power after all. After giving his wife one-million dollars, actually four-hundred-thousand dollars after the cash payout and taxes, he still had nine-million dollars, actually, three-million-six-hundred-thousand dollars after taking the cash payout and paying taxes. When it came to money for sex, he wondered if all women were so mercenary or if it was just his wife who was such a money grubbing bitch. When all the other lottery winners had no imagination and boringly announced that they were going to quit their jobs, buy a house, a new car, and take a world vacation, John's fantasy was to have sex with all the women he's been sexually fantasizing and lusting over while masturbating. Never having physically cheated on his wife, just mentally, and being that he was married for so long, he didn't know many woman outside of his family and extended family. Tired over just lusting over women, after having a steady diet of sexual frustration and blue balls with his wife, Connie...Camille...Carol, yeah, that's her name, he was curious what it would be like to have sex with another woman. Wanting to have an affair, the only women he'd dare approach were the only women he knew, his mother, Linda, his sister, Anne, his mother, Marianne, and his sister-in-law, Samantha. First things first and not wasting any time, he decided to test his mother. A dangerous plan and one that could backfire on him to ruin everything, nonetheless, he decided to solicit his mother, his sister, his mother-in-law, and his sister-in-law for sex. In the realm of you don't ask, you don't get, he hoped that his money would open the door for him to have an intimate, albeit incestuous, sexual relationship with his mother and sister and a forbidden, sexual relationship with his mother-in-law and sister-in-law. * * * * * "Hi John. How are you? What are you doing here? You never visit me," said his mother hugging him and giving him a kiss. "Is there something wrong? Is everything alright? How's Carol?" "Who?" "Your wife?" "Oh, she's good," he said. "I just wanted to come by to wish you a Happy Valentine's Day mother," he said returning her kiss on the lips and hug. He took a step back to stare at her body through her clothes, a body he hoped to see naked soon. "I also wanted to share my good news with you?" "Good news? Is Carol pregnant again? If she is pregnant, I don't consider that good news at her age." "Mom?" "Besides, you have two children in grade school and junior high school, why would you want a baby?" "Mom?" "Unless, of course the baby was an accident," she said. "Was the baby an accident?" "There is no baby Mom," he said finally getting her attention enough to interrupt her. "Then, if everything is okay and Carol's not pregnant, why are you here?" She gave him a motherly look as if he had hooked school. "Shouldn't you be at work?" "I hit the Power Ball, not the jackpot but enough to make a difference," he said watching for her reaction. "Oh, how wonderful," she said giving him another big hug and another peck on the lips. "I'm so happy for you," she said smiling widely. She took a step back and, with her hands still on his shoulders, she looked at him as if he had just graduated medical school or law school. So far so good. By not asking him for any money she passed his unofficial gold digger test with flying colors. He figured his mother would pass any test that had to do with money. She, of all the women he knew, wasn't like that when it came to money. His mother, after all, was a good woman and a kind, caring, selfless woman who placed her children's importance and happiness over her own. "Thanks Mom," he said glad that she was his mother albeit sad that he was unable to entice her with money enough to have sex with her. "What are you going to do with all of that money?" Suddenly she looked at him all dreamy eyed as if he had money hanging out of his pockets and as if all of his clothes were made of one-hundred dollar bills. "I haven't decided yet," he said looking at her funny when she gave him a look that he had never seen before. She made him feel as if he was an internet billionaire and she was his friend's mother, who was a cougar. "Why? Do you have any ideas what I should do with the money," he said baiting her with his unofficial gold digging test again. "You know, John..." she said falling quiet for a few, long seconds, "being that you won all of that money..." she said falling silent again while looking at him with the look that only a mother can give her son. 'Oh, oh, here it comes,' he thought to himself. 'She's going to ask me for something.' "Yes?" "Do you think you could buy me a car? My old one is dying. It hasn't been starting lately. I replaced the battery, the starter, and the alternator but now my mechanic said that there's some sort of electronic glitch that has something to do with a computer module." "A car? Seriously? You want me to buy you a car?" Et tu Brute, alas, when he couldn't even trust his own mother not to reach in his pocket, who could he trust? Yet, if his mother was more interested in money than in her morality and sexual principles, perhaps she'd agree to having sex with her son in exchange for him buying him a car. Moreover, his hardest sell, if his mother would exchange sex for money, maybe his sister, mother, and sister-in-law would give him sex for money too. Surely, he thought his mother would be the most difficult one to approach to offer her money for sex but now she had him wondering. With her already telling him what she needed, it was now up to him to tell her what he wanted. He took her all in with a glance. Unlike his plain Jane wife, his mother was attractive, especially for a woman her age, sixty-years-old. If he didn't know how old she was and happened upon her in a bar, he'd hit on her while thinking that she was 50-years-old. As far as he was concerned, big tits always made women appear younger, perhaps because he was more focused on their tits than on their faces. Unless they were blonde, big tits always made women appear smarter. Definitely, big tits made women appear more sexy. Obviously, it was a given that his mother had big tits. "It doesn't have to be an expensive car or even a new car," she said. "Just something dependable, economical, reliable, and something fun to drive. How about a new BMW?" "A BMW? How about a Chevy Sonic?" Going from an inexpensive used car to a new BMW in just one breath, he dug his heels in the carpet as if readying himself for a tough negotiation. "Whatever you think is best," she said with a sad sigh and a hurt look that already made him feel guilty for not jumping at the opportunity to buy his mother a brand new and much more expensive BMW. "If you think putting your mother in an unsafe, little car over a car that has safety features galore, along with German engineering, is the way to go to save a few dollars that's entirely up to you. I'm not about to tell you want to do with your money," she said giving him a shrug. "God forbid, but just my luck," she said making the sign of the cross, "I just don't want you to feel guilty at my funeral if, God forbid, I was killed in a car crash, a crash that I may have survived had I been driving a Bimmer instead of a Sonic." "Well, I'm sure that there's a car between a Chevy Sonic and a BMW that's just as safe as the BMW but cheaper mother," he said. "How about a nice Buick? Dad always drove Buicks." "A Buick? Buicks are for old people," she said shooting him a dissatisfied look. "Whatever. That's not up to me," she said with another shrug. "It's not my money. It's your money. You don't even have to buy me a car, if you don't want to buy me a car," she said. "I can walk, take the bus, or," she said pausing to wipe a non-existent tear from her eye, "hitchhike." "Mother, of course, I'll buy you a car. Me buying you a car is not the issue. The issue is buying you a fifty-thousand dollar car or a twenty-thousand-dollar car." "I see," she said. "You can buy me a junk box for all that I care," she said giving him sad eyes and a pouty look. He struggled with what he wanted to say next to his mother. He thought twice about asking her the question but masking his request with uncertainty, he allowed her to fill in the blanks. "So," he said jumping in the deep, incestuous pool headlong without even first checking for water, "if I buy you a car, what are you going to do for me?" "I don't understand," she said looking at him with confusion before giving him a long stare. "What am I going to do for you?" She looked at him as if he was her ungrateful, problem child. "Don't you mean to say, what else am I going to do for you besides birthing you, caring for you as a child, and raising you while spending whatever extra money I had on food, clothing, and a college education for you?" When he put his head down in shame before lifting his chin with lust, she went in for the kill. "No longer able to wear my bikini, I still have the stretch marks that you gave me, thank you very much," she said. The image of his mother prancing around the backyard in a white bikini, that once was wet allowed him to see her body as if she was naked, hardened his cock. "Bikini? It's time you wore a one piece mother," he said. "Helen Mirren is seven years older than I am and she looks fabulous, just fabulous in her bikini. If she can still wear a bikini at 67-years-old than I can wear a bikini at 60-years-old," she said with the stubbornness of an 18-year-old woman wanting to leave the house with a revealing skirt too short and a top cut too low. She stared him down while sticking out her hip. In the way she acted, one would think she was his child instead of his mother. In the way she looked so shapely when she did that, as good as Lana Turner wearing a tight sweater or Jane Russell in any one of her old movies, he could see her wearing a bikini. "Okay, Mom, you wearing or not wearing a bikini really isn't the issue. I just thought with me giving you such an expensive gift as a car that you'd give me something a little extra in return for my generosity," he said staring at the impression his mother's big tits made in her blouse. With his wife being so small breasted, a man living deep in the valley while surrounded by big breasted women and a man feeling as if he's been denied the pleasure of big breasts, he's never felt and sucked big tits. As if always wanting to be an adventurer, an explorer, and a mountain climber, he needed to scale the mountains of mammary glands that always cast a shadow over his erection. He always wanted to experience a busty woman and his mother, albeit sometimes a handful in her demands, was quite busty. Definitely she was a full C cup, maybe even a D cup. Other than in a magazine or in a movie, having never seen, felt, and sucked breasts larger than an A cup, he wasn't qualified to know the difference between a C cup or a D cup. "Something a little extra?" She looked at him with curiosity. "What on Earth do you mean John? Explain yourself." Obviously uncomfortable by the heat of his leer at the huge impressions her breasts made in her blouse, when her nipples made their appearance through her bra and blouse, she folded her arms across her big breasts. "What do you possibly want that I have that I already haven't give you?" Being that it wasn't cold in the room, with the sudden and unexpected emergence of her nipples, he wondered if his mother was sexually aroused by his suggested implication. Maybe she knew exactly what he meant by him wanting a little something extra. Maybe after all this time, especially with her being alone for so many years without a man in her life, she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Not knowing how to tell her what he wanted without sounding crassly perverted, just wanting to blurt it out instead of beating around the bush, he paused again with his inability to express exactly what he expected from his mother. "Carol hasn't been the loving wife lately," he said looking at his mother to see if she got the hint. "I've been so horny lately Mom," he said staring at his mother's breasts again when she unfolded her arms. "Horny? That's too much information John," she said putting up her hand as if her hand was a mini stop sign to bring this sort of conversation to a halt. "I really don't want to know about your personal, private sex life. What you do or don't do behind closed bedroom doors is your sexual business and not mine," she said looking at him with curiosity. "I'm sorry mother but that's my point," he said about to continue when she interrupted him. "I don't know what your horniness has to do with me and with you buying your mother a car but I told you not to marry that woman," she said wagging her index finger of I told you so. "I told you that you'd sleep in a cold bed," she said furrowing her eyebrows when she obviously and suddenly noticed the expectant sexual look on her son's face. "I told you, if you marry anyone in that family, to marry her sister, Samantha. Aside from her mother, Marianne, who's a total slut, she's the hot one of the bunch." "I know Mom. You were right. I never should have married...um..." "Carol. Your wife's name is Carol, John. Perhaps if you remembered her name, at least, you'd have a better chance of getting lucky," she said with a laugh. "Lucky? Other than winning the lottery, when it comes to sex, it's been a long time since I've gotten lucky," he said giving her the eye. With a face full of shock and shame, she looked at her son with the sudden realization of what he wanted her to do for the sake of him buying her a car. "What are you asking of me John? What do you want in return for you buying me a car?" As if it was twenty years ago, she gave him a long, hard look as if he was asking her to take her car to go out on a date. "Are you asking me, your own mother," she said pausing and putting a hand to her blushing face, "to give you, my son, sex?" He stepped closer to her and kissing her on the lips, he felt her abundant breast through her blouse and bra. Her big breast felt so good in his hand and he couldn't believe it when his mother allowed him to continue to feel her breast, albeit through her blouse and bra without resistance. Wondering what she'd do if he did, he so wanted to part her lips with his tongue and French kiss her. "Take off your clothes Mother and we'll start our new BMW discussion from there." "Take off my clothes? How dare you!" She looked at him with rage before softening to give him a look of sexual excitement. "Seriously? You want me to strip naked? You want to see me naked in exchange for buying me a new car, a BMW?" She looked at him all dreamy eyed. "Is that it?" "Yes mother, only, as matter of fact, instead of you undressing yourself, I'd rather undress you. I'd love to undress you, mother, myself while touching and feeling you in places where no son should ever touch and feel his mother," he said with incestuous lust in his eyes. As if she was thinking over his proposition and weighing her options, should she or shouldn't she, while he thought of all the times he masturbated over his mother and imagined her naked, they stared at one another until Linda spoke. He thought of all the times she inadvertently flashed him up skirts and down blouses. He thought of all the times he wanted to touch her and feel her while having sex with her. He thought of all the times that he barged in her bedroom while she was dressing or undressing on the pretense of having to tell her something important, when he was hoping to see her topless or naked. He thought of all the times he wished she'd open his bedroom door while he masturbated and a few times she did. "Let me see if I understand this," she said making eye contact with her son. "If I allow you to strip me naked and touch and feel me where no son should ever touch and feel his mother, you'll buy me a car?" "Yes mother," he said reaching out his horny hand to fondle her other breast through her blouse and bra. Offering no resistance to his horny hands feeling her breasts through her clothes she paid his hands no never mind. As soon as he felt her breast, her nipple poked him in the palm of his hand. Mindlessly, as if he was innocuously playing with a button on his shirt or unlocking a safe that had a combination lock, he fingered her nipple through her blouse and bra. He watched her look down at his fingers fingering her. "A new car?" "Yes," he said pulling out his mother's other nipple with his fingertips that suddenly emerged through her blouse and bra. "A BMW?" "Yes," he said reaching around her to feel her round ass through her short skirt before reaching beneath her skirt to cup her panty clad pussy in the palm of his horny hand. After all of these years, he couldn't believe that he was feeling his mother's cunt through her panty. All it took for her to allow him to touch her and feel her sexually was the promise of buying her a new car, a BMW. On the promise and the pretense of buying her a new car, he wished he had thought of this years ago. "What the Hell? For the sake of having a new, safe, reliable car, a new BMW, be my guest," she said with a shrug while already allowing her son to have his wicked way with her body by feeling her through her clothes. "So long as you buy me a car, a new car, a BMW, you may strip me naked while touching me and feeling me everywhere for all that I care," she said with a sexy laugh while holding out her arms by her side as if she was a fashion model being fitted for a dress. "There's no harm done. I'm your mother after all and you're my son. I'd rather you have your wicked way with my body than a stranger." Mother, Sister, MIL, SIL & Lottery "Thank you mother but if I'm going to buy you a new car, especially a pricy BMW, I'd want more than just to see you naked," he said with a sly look while kissing her lips and parting her lips with his tongue as he reached one hand to grab her ass again and used his other hand to feel her breast again. She broke off the kiss to look at him. She was playing her innocent motherly trump card now. Only, knowing the promiscuous woman his mother was in the past, he knew better than that. Always flirting with her neighbor's husbands and flashing her body when lying out topless by the pool, his mother was no innocent virgin. "What do you mean son?" Moreover, she never called him son. Obviously, she knew referring to him as her son would enflame his incestuous intentions for her even more. "I'd want sex." "Sex? Oh, my God, John," she said putting a hand to her chest. "You're going to give me a heart attack. You're going to be the death of me," she said looking at him looking at her. "You want me to give you sex?" She looked at him with a look of shocked surprise. "I don't know about that. I'm your mother and your my son. That's incest." "Yes it is incest which is why I want it mother. Sorry but in addition to seeing you naked and touching and feeling you everywhere, I'd want you to give me sex." Not rejecting his offer, as if they were negotiating the sales price of a house instead of negotiating what he wanted sexually from his mother for the sake of a new car, they were deep in discussion and obviously about to come to an agreement. "Isn't stripping me naked and touching and feeling me everywhere sex enough for you from your dear mother?" "No," he said sticking his hand beneath her short skirt again and cupping her pussy with his hand again. Shocked and sexually excited, he couldn't believe his mother was allowing him to touch her in that sacred way. "And you'll buy me a brand new BMW, if I give you sex?" "Yes," he said pushing her panty aside to finger his trace her his mother's pussy slit before penetrating her to finger fuck his mother's cunt. "Oh, that feels good. Aside from my gynecologist, no one has had their finger inside of me in a long time," she said with wickedness. "What do you say mother? Will you allow me to have sex with your naked body?" Longer than it took me to write this line, she remained quiet for three seconds while thinking about his offer to buy her a car, a BMW no less, after stripping her naked and touching and feeling her everywhere, before giving him incestuous sex. "Okay," she said after thinking about it long and hard. She took him by his hand to her bedroom. Once inside her bedroom he slowly undressed his mother. Slowly unbuttoning her blouse, one slow button at a time, to see what each unbuttoned button revealed before continuing unbuttoning the next button, he stared at her D cup bra first before reaching his hand out to feel her big, saggy breasts through her bra. As soon as he touched, felt, fondled, and caressed her big tits through her bra, her nipples made their appearance again. He fingered her nipples again until they erected and until their hard impressions pushed against the silk and satin material of her bra. Then, before buttoning and unzipping her skirt, he felt her ass through the material again while French kissing her again. Enjoying feeling up his mother as much as he was seeing his mother in her sexy lingerie, he took his time having his wicked way with his mother. If he was going to buy her a car, he planned on getting his money's worth. Unbuttoning and unzipping her skirt, he pulled his mother's skirt down to her ankles and allowed her to step out of her skirt. Now dressed in just her bra and panties, something he had waited all of his life to see, he stepped back to see his mother standing before him in her sexy lingerie. "You're so beautiful mother," he said. "Thank you," she said standing there with her arms by her side so unabashedly and so immorally attired in her sexy bra and bikini panty in front of her horny, incestuous eyes of her son. "You're so sexy mother," he said leaning down to kiss the stretch marks that he caused her and that snaked down her belly. "Thank you," she said looking down at him staring at the dark impression her forest of pubic hair made through her white, thin, bikini, cotton panties. "I'm a little embarrassed standing here like this but, admittedly, I'm sexually aroused at the same time," she said. "I can't believe I agreed to have my son strip me naked." "I can't believe that I'm stripping you naked Mom," he said. "A sexual fantasy come true, I can't tell you how many times I've masturbated while imagining undressing you before touching and feeling you everywhere." "You've masturbated over me?" She looked at him incredulously. She was playing him. She knew he masturbated over her. She found her bikini clad photo and panties under his pillow when he was 18-years-old. He was always masturbating over his mother. Moving around her, he unhooked her bra and as if there was a drum roll, he stepped to the front of her before slowly removing her bra straps and her bra cups to expose her full, D cup breasts. As if looking to see what he saw of her, she looked down at her breasts before looking up at him. Begging to be sucked and fingered, her nipples were so erect. While watching her reaction to him touching her, he felt, fondled, and caressed his mother's big breasts before fingering, pulling, turning, and twisting his mother's big nipples. "Oh, my God," she said. "Never have I wanted someone to suck my tits as I want my son to suck my tits now," she said. "Suck my tits John. Suck them." He leaned down and sucked his mother's tits while she watched him taking one breast to his lips and caressing with the other before switching. She even put a gentle hand to the back of her son's head as if she was nursing him. "I love sucking your big tits Mom," he said. Before removing her panties, he felt her panty clad ass and cupped her panty clad pussy through her panty again while running a slow probing finger along her pussy slit. Then, with as much suspense he used to remove her bra, he slowly removed her panties too. Once he removed her panties, he felt, fondled, and squeezed his mother's ass before cupping and fingering her pussy. He stepped back to view the image of his naked mother, an image he imagined hundreds of times while masturbating of the sexy, naked thought of her. "Oh, my God, John. I can't believe I'm naked in front of you. I can't believe you stripped me naked. Shocking, so shocking, I can't believe I'm standing here before you without my clothes," she said looking down at herself with a sexual excitement that he's never seen on his mother's face before. Then with a naughty expression, as if she was a cougar and he was someone else's son, she looked up at him staring at her naked body. Now that she was standing there without her panties, he cupped and fingered her pussy again. She was slightly wet and as if waiting for him to take them in his mouth and begging him to suck them again, her hard nipples were still all the way out. If he were a betting man, he'd bet that his mother was just as sexually excited with him seeing her naked and touching and feeling her sexy body as much as he was excited to see her naked and to touch and feel her sexy body. If he was a betting man, he'd bet that his mother wanted him to make love to her as much as he wanted to fuck her. Now that she was naked, as if his clothes were on fire, he quickly stripped himself naked. He watched her eyes looking down to stare at his erect prick. After all the times he wanted to purposely expose himself to his mother and after all the times he wished his mother would walk in on him masturbating, here he was standing before his mother naked and with an erection. He stepped forward and lifted his mother's hand and filled her hand with his cock. She fondled him with her fingers before closing her hand around him, With both of them staring down at his big prick, he watched her fondle the head of his cock with her manicured fingertips before stroking him. "Just like your father, you have a big cock John, so long, so thick, and so hard," she said looking up at him as if wanting and waiting to be kissed. He kissed her and she allowed him to part her lips with his tongue again. French kissing now, she slowly stroked him while he fingered her pussy and fingered her nipples. "Stroke me faster mother," he said whispering in her ear. "Make me hard with your hand before making me hard with your mouth." She pulled away from him to look at him and to study him, no doubt, to see if he was serious. If he didn't know any better, he'd think she was resistant to blowing him. Had he not seen the sexually excited look on her face a moment ago, he would have thought that she'd never take his cock in her mouth. Only, she looked at him with as much sexual excitement that he had looking at her. "You want me to blow you?" She looked at him as if he was asking for more ice cream after just having a double serving. "Yes mother," he said tracing her lips with his finger. "I want you to suck my cock." He couldn't wait to feel the sensation of his big prick in his mother's mouth. "You really want me to take your prick in my mouth and suck my own son?" Trying to play the moral mother but revealing herself to him with a momentary unmasked look, she was unable to contain the incestuous, sexual excitement she felt by the thoughts of sucking her son. "Yes mother," he said running his finger across her red, full lips before inserting his finger in her mouth as if he was inserting his cock in her mouth. He watched her play with his finger with her tongue before watching her suck his finger as if she was sucking his cock. "What if you have an accident?" She asked him after rejecting his finger with her tongue. "An accident? What do you mean mother?" Oddly enough being that he's not into golden showers, he suddenly imagined his mother peeing all over him. Then, he imagined himself peeing all over his mother. Weird, too weird. Evidentially, incest has released the depravity in him. "I mean," she said with a wicked look on her face, "what if you accidentally ejaculate in my mouth while I'm sucking you?" Obviously allowing the sexual excitement to wash over her and to take her to a place she's never been before, she paused as if contemplating having him cum in her mouth. "I never even allowed your father to cum in my mouth," she said looking down at her son's big cock while continuing to stroke him. "I've never swallowed your father. I've never tasted a man's cum before," she said whispering in his ear before giving him a look of perversity. "Correct me if I'm wrong mother but father never bought you a brand new BMW," he said with the smile of a Cheshire cat, "did he?" "You do make a strong point for me to suck you, for you to cum in my mouth, and for me to swallow you," she said. "If I do have an accident mother," he said whispering his incestuous, sexual lust for her in her ear before sticking his tongue in her ear and blowing, "just swallow." "I see. I can do that," she said. Obeying her son for the sake of a new BMW, she stroked him before leaning down to take him in her mouth and before falling to her knees in readiness to suck him. Just as he couldn't believe his mother was stroking him, he couldn't believe his mother was about to suck him. He spent years masturbating while imagining his mother blowing him. Never truly believing it would happen, finally the day has arrived on, of all days, Valentine's Day. "Blow me, Mom. Suck my cock," he said putting his cock to her lips and watching her take him in her mouth and close her lips around his engorged prick. He watched her stroke him. He watched her suck him. He felt her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. A much better blowjob than his wife ever gave him, his mother was a much better cocksucker than Carol. With a gentle hand to the back of her head, humping her mouth and fucking her face, he held her head there tighter until he unloaded all the lust he had for his mother down her throat and until she swallowed all that he had to give. Not wanting to push the envelope, satisfied enough that his mother blew him, but he would have loved to give her a cum bath. A sure sign of control, he would have loved to see his warm, oozy cum dripping from his mother's face. "Well, that wasn't so bad," she said wiping cum from her lips with her hand while standing. "Oh, not so fast. We're not nearly done yet mother," he said. "What do you mean?" She looked at her son with a face full of panicked, albeit excited sexual lust. "I gave you sex. I just blew you." Feeling her big breasts, he fingered her nipples before fingering her pussy. Then, pushing her back on the bed, he spread her legs and started licking his mother's cunt while rubbing her clit and finger fucking her pussy. Licking and licking her, with two hands beneath her ass, he lifted his mother's pussy to his mouth and buried his tongue and fingers inside of her. "Oh my God, John. I'm going to have an orgasm. I'm going to cum. It's been years since anyone has licked my pussy," she said grabbing her son by his hair and squashing his face in her warm, wet pussy. "Lick me Johnny. Lick Mommy's pussy. Suck Mommy's cunt. Make me cum. Make Mommy cum. Oh God. Oh God. That's it. Don't stop licking. Don't stop. Fuck me with those long, stiff finger while licking Mommy. Lick me. Eat me. Oh God. Oh God." As soon as she had an orgasm, he climbed on top of her and she guided his cock inside of her warm, wet pussy and they made love. Gently and lovingly making love to his mother, as their passion grew so didn't his lust for her. Then he started fucking her, really pounding her pussy and parting her clam until she had another orgasm. Making his mother his sexy bitch, he didn't stop fucking her pussy until he ejaculated a second load of cum in his mother, one in her mouth and a second one in her pussy and until she had a second orgasm. Relaxing in the afterglow of making love and of not only seeing his mother naked, but also touching and feeling his mother's naked body, he couldn't believe his mother blew him and allowed him to fuck her. "Even with all the years that I was with your father, I never had an orgasm," she said cooing. "You gave me two orgasms," she said looking up at him and kissing him. "One with your mouth and another with your beautiful cock. You know, now that we had sex, I wouldn't be adverse to having sex with you again," she said. "We could make this a monthly thing. What do you say?" "Yeah, sure, Mom. I'd like that," he said tracing her lips with his fingertips again. "I'll even let you cum in my mouth again," she said with a naughty laugh. As soon as they showered and dressed, they were at the local BMW dealership picking out her new car. Only, instead of buying her the 335, a 328, or even a 125 or a 128, forget about the 528 or the 535, that she so wanted, he bought her a new Mini Cooper. "What the Hell is this, a Fiat 500?" She walked around the car staring in the window and kicking the tires. "It's so small. This isn't a BMW," she said staring at him. "No mother, it's not a Fiat 500. Believe it or not, a Fiat 500 is even smaller than this car," he said. "This is the much lauded Mini Cooper. It's safe, reliable, economical, and fun to drive." "Okay, but I wanted a BMW and you said you'd buy me a new BMW," she said suddenly leaning closer to him to whisper in his ear. "You'd said, if I allowed you to strip me naked, touch and feel me everywhere, and if I gave you s-e-x," she said spelling the word instead of saying the word, "that you'd buy me a new BMW and this isn't a BMW. The BMW's are in the next building over," she said. "Actually, it is a BMW mother, so to speak. Mini Cooper is now owned and built by BMW, albeit still made in England. It has a BMW engine, transmission, and engineering, along with the charm of the old English hand craftsmanship." "Well, if you're going to be cheap about it then I want the more expensive S model with the upgraded interior and loaded with options," she said standing firm. "Okay, I can do that," he said. * * * * * Batting two for two, first his wife and then his mother, the next day, he went to see his sister. What worked on his wife and mother, he wondered if money would work on his sexy, big sister, Anne. Ever since he could remember, he always wanted to have sex with his big sister. Always peeping on her, from up skirts and up nightgowns to down blouses and down nightgowns, he's seen her in every form of undress. Being that he was such a horny voyeur back when he was 18-years-old, if he didn't know any better, he'd think she was an exhibitionist. "Hi Anne. Happy belated Valentine's Day," he said handing her a box of chocolates along with a Valentine's Day card. "John. What a nice surprise? What are you doing here? Long time no see. It's so good to see you again," she said giving him a full body hug and a kiss on the lips. "Well, I had a bit of good news yesterday on Valentine's Day that I wanted to share with you after sharing the news with mother already. Happy Valentine's Day, by the way," he said giving his sister another kiss on the lips and handing her the chocolates and card. He watched her open the card and read it. "So...tell me. What's the good news? I'm glad someone has some good news to share," she said with a sudden sadness. "I won the Power Ball," he said with uncontained excitement. "Not the jackpot but enough money to take off some of the pressure." "No way! You did?" "I did. I won," he said stepping forward to wrap his arms around his sister in excitement and kissing her on the lips again. "Calm down John," she said looking at him with an uncomfortable look of shocked surprise when he kissed her on the lips again. "Take it easy little brother. Let's not forget that I'm your big sister, your my little brother, and we're not living in the hills of West Virginia," she said with a laugh. "Still, I'm excited for you and happy for your good news," she said falling quiet as if his kiss had made her wonder about it and about him. So far so good, he thought. Unlike his money grubbing mother willing to give him sex for the sake of a car, his sister hasn't asked him for a dollar. Unlike him and his brother Bob, she was always the nice one in the family. The older sister, she always had a good head on her shoulders. Nonetheless, her pleasant nature and intelligence, he decided to bait her. "You know, Sis, I have no idea what I'm going to do with all of this free money," he said watching for her reaction now that he gave her the open door to make her claim on some of his money. "I wish I could win the lottery. After Charlie left me with all of these bills," she said looking down at her desk cluttered with mail. "My only way out and my one last desperate option, I've been thinking about declaring bankruptcy," she said looking at him with expectant eyes. Well, well, it didn't take her very long to ask him for his help. "Do you think you could help me out with a loan?" She needed money, that's a start. Bankruptcy or sex with her brother, she was desperate. He had what she needed, money, and she had what he wanted, sex. Maybe they could make a deal. "A loan? No, sorry, I can't do that," he said shaking his head while making a sour face. "Oh," she said disappointed. "That's okay," she said suddenly looking as disappointed as she looked embarrassed that she asked her baby brother for a loan. Playing with her to play her, he watched the rollercoaster of excitement to disappointment flash before her eyes. Mother, Sister, MIL, SIL & Lottery "I'd much rather just give you the money as my gift," he said. "Really? Seriously? You would?" She hugged him before giving him more than just a sisterly peck on the lips. This time she kissed him, really kissed him. Taking her direction, he kissed her longer before parting her lips with her tongue. He couldn't believe he just French kissed his sister. Only, not relinquishing her tongue to him, she took a step back. "Johnny!" She looked at him with confusion. "What the Hell are you doing? I'm your sister." When she kissed him, he thought that she wanted him to kiss her. Too fast, too soon, maybe he shouldn't have stuck his tongue in her mouth. Now he was confused. Will she or won't she have sex with him in exchange for money? If she won't even accept his tongue in her mouth and allow him to French kiss her, the odds aren't good that she won't accept his cock in her mouth and suck him. Nonetheless, he needed to know if she would or not. "I'll give you the money but under one condition," he said with a leering look at the impressions her nipples made through her nightgown and bathrobe. "Condition? What?" She looked at him with a knowing look. "That I'll have sex with you?" Other than his wife and mother, his big sister was the only one who knew her brother was a pervert. "Here I am willing to help you financially and you insult me Anne," he said with downcast eyes while playing his hurt brother card. "I'm sorry for prejudging you. I got the wrong impression when you tried to French kiss me," she said. "What's the condition?" "You must have sex with me," he said reaching out to run his finger across the bump her nipple made thorough her nightgown and bathrobe. "I knew it," she said. "Sex with you?" She moved out of reach of his finger. "My own brother?" She bit her lip while pulling her bathrobe tighter and playing with the tie of her bathrobe. "I knew that's what this is all about. You're such a pervert Johnny," she said looking at him with disgust before looking at him with interest. As if she was Demi Moore and he were Robert Redford, in Indecent Proposal, she looked at him as if she was considering his proposition. It was now or never. Having already cast out a big net by baiting his hook with money, he already had her wiggling on his line. "What's the big deal Anne? We're both adults and neither one of us are virgins," he said trying to think of more things to say for her to have sex with him. "I'd never tell anyone that I had sex with you, my own sister, just as I hope that you wouldn't tell Carole or Mom that I had sex with you." She looked at him as if he was a decadent dessert and she was on a diet. He watched her play with her bathrobe ties in the way that he imagined her hand fondling his cock. "No, I can't do that, especially not for money," she said. "That's wrong. That's incest. That's forbidden. That's taboo. That's just nasty and, even though I really need the money John, I'm not a whore," she said holding her chin up high. "I can't prostitute myself by having sex with my brother for money." "Okay, it's your call," he said getting up to leave. "Wait," she said waving her hand in front of her eyes as if trying to erase the nasty image she obviously had of having sex with him. "Just how much would you give me to have sex with you? God, I can't believe I'm even considering having sex with you, my own, baby brother, but I'm desperate." "How much do you need?" She fell silent as if running an adding machine tape in her head. "Twenty-five-thousand dollars, no fifty-thousand dollars," she said biting her lip with a worried look on her face as if she had asked him for too much. "With this house and my old car, I'll need extra money to have for an unexpected emergency." "Fifty-thousand dollars? That's a bit excessive to charge your brother for sex when I could have sex with a dozen hookers for that amount of money? What makes you think that having sex with you is worth fifty-thousand dollars?" "Yeah, sure, you could have sex with lots of prostitutes," she said loosening her bathrobe tie. "Yet none of them would be your sexy sister," she said with a sexy smile while untying her bathroom. "Being that we're brother and sister, blood related, none of them could give you the incestuous, sexual satisfaction that I can give you," she said as if she was Edie Adams in readiness of 'Taking it off, taking it all off'. "Hell, even Mom charged me less than that," he said obviously looking for a bargain in his persistence to negotiate even if she just insinuated that she'd have sex with him. "I wanted to buy her a regular Mini Cooper for twenty-two grand but she held out for the S model with the upgraded interior and loaded with options for thirty-three thousand." She had a stunned look on her face. "You bought Mom a car?" "Yes," he said giving her a perverse smile. She looked at him biting her lip again, this time with trepidation while, no doubt, debating if she should even verbalized her question. Obviously with her knowing that he was an incestuous pervert and knowing that he would, she asked her question anyway. "Did you have sex with Mom too?" "I did," he said stepping forward to reach out his finger to finger her other nipple through her bathrobe. "Oh God, if Mom can lower herself to have sex with her son than I can lower myself to have sex with my brother," she said as if talking to herself. "What choice do I have? I'd never have sex with you if I wasn't so desperate for the money. Here goes," she said removing her bathrobe. "Wow, Anne, you're every bit as beautiful as I imagined you were in my sexual fantasies of you while masturbating and imagining you stranding before me in your sheer bathrobe," he said. "Eww, too much information John," she said looking down at his finger fingering her nipple. "You have a gorgeous body," he said staring at her nearly transparent nightgown while cupping her breasts in his horny hands. "Thank you John. I feel so much like the incestuous slut that I am to have sex with you for money but I'm desperate enough for you to fuck me," she said holding her chin up higher. "Let me ask you this," he said pulling, turning, and twisting her nipples through her thin, sheer, cotton material of her nightgown. The more he fingered her nipples, the more sexually excited she became. As if in a sexual daze, she watched her brother playing with her nipples before looking up at him with a look of sexual anticipation. "Okay," she said breathlessly. "What?" "After I lick your pussy--" "Oh God," she said quivering with sexual delight. "It's been so long since anyone has licked my pussy and fingered my cunt." "And after I fuck you--" "Oh God," she said. "It's been so long since anyone has fucked me, really fucked me long and hard. It figures that my perverted brother would be the only one who'd want me and have to have me," she said tossing her head back and putting the back of her hand to her forehead as if she was Joan Crawford readying herself for her close up shot with Cecil B. DeMille. "Don't be silly Anne. Any man would want you. Look at you," he said taking that as his opportunity to leer as his sexy sister. "You're gorgeous." "I'm not feeling very gorgeous right now, especially after agreeing to have sex with my brother," she said. "Answer me a question," he said persevering. "Must we discuss this now? Why can't we just do it, get it over with, and you give me the money," she said. "I just have one question before we have sex. It's something that I need to know," he said. "What?" She looked at him with impatience. "What's your question?" "Will you suck my cock?" "Will I suck your cock? Is that it? That's the question that you needed to know? What the Hell kind of question is that?" She looked at him with a wickedness that he had never seen on his sister's face before. "So long as you get me off and give me an orgasm, of course, I'll suck your cock," she said flashing him a sexy smile. "So long as you pay me the fifty-thousand dollars, I'll gobble your cock" she said with a dirty laugh. He smiled at his sister with the image of her on her knees and looking up at him with his big, stiff, hairy cock in her mouth. "And..." he said looking at his sister with even more incestuous lust than he had for his mother, "will you allow me cum in your mouth?" She looked at him as if he was asking her if she enjoyed watching chick flicks. "Duh? Yes, of course you can cum in my mouth," she said raising her eyebrows and giving him a smirk with an incredulous look on her face as if cumming in her mouth when she sucked cock was a given. When she said that he could cum in her mouth and when she looked at him in that way with an incredulous expression on her face, he imagined giving his big sister a cum bath. When she pulled his cock from her mouth, he imagined his cum dripping from her hair, her eyes, her nose, and her lips. Oh, yeah, if he was to give anyone a cum bath, after all the times she teased him by flashing him over the years, he'd love to give his sexy sister a cum bath. "And will you swallow?" She laughed at his question. "Will I swallow? Of course, I'll swallow," she said laughing. "It's not much of a blowjob if I don't swallow," she said studying her brother, no doubt, understand the need for his question. "If she even sucks cock," said Anne, "doesn't Carol swallow when she blows you?" "Swallow? She doesn't even allow me to cum in her mouth, just on her tits. Yesterday, though, after I gave her some money when I told her I hit the Power Ball, she finally allowed me to cum in her mouth and she swallowed," he said with sadness. "You poor, poor, man," she said reaching down to feel his cock through his pants. "Don't worry John," she said whispering her incestuous lust for her brother in his ear. "After you lick my pussy and give me an orgasm with your mouth and after you fuck me and give me another orgasm with your cock, I'll suck your prick. I'll let you cum in my mouth and I'll swallow," she said with a sexy laugh. Brother John and sister Anne embraced in a long, wet kiss, as he felt his sexy sister through the thin material of her nightgown. In more of a hurry to strip his sister naked than he was with his mother, he removed her nightgown in nearly one felled swoop. Naked and willing, she helped him strip out of his clothes and once he was naked, not fooling around, she took his prick in her hand before falling to her knees to take him in her mouth. "Oh, my God, Anne. That feels so incredibly good," he said. "Suck my cock sister. Blow me Anne." "You're not the only pervert in the family, you know, John," she said removing his cock from her mouth to speak. "Especially after Charlie left me for a man, I've been so horny lately that I've been thinking about inviting you over for dinner and drinks so that I could suck your cock and you could fuck me...for free," she said with a sexy laugh. "So, just to make sure, the deal is that you must lick me and fuck me and then I'll blow you for fifty-thousand dollars," she said looking up at him with her bright green eyes. "Right?" "Yes, that's the deal," he said, "I lick your pussy and give you an orgasm with my mouth before giving you one with my cock. Then, once you blow me, allow me to cum in my mouth and swallow my cum, I'll give you the money, fifty-thousand dollars." "I love you brother." "And I love you sister." John fell between his sister's legs and immediately started licking her pussy while fingering her cunt. No doubt, being that it was a long time since she's had sex, he had her wiggling all over the bed within a few minutes. As soon as he reached up to feel her big tits and finger her erect nipples, he felt her legs stiffen before she screamed in pleasure and gushed her pleasure in him licking her in his mouth. A dream come true, not only did get to see his sister naked, feel her naked body, and eat his sister's pussy but also he made her cum. He couldn't believe he gave his big sister an orgasm with his tongue and fingers. Even after she had her orgasm, he stayed like that with his face between her legs still licking her, until she reached down for him. "Fuck me John. I need to feel my baby brother's big, hard cock in my warm, wet pussy," she said. "Give me another orgasm and I'll give you the best damn blowjob any woman, including your wife and my mother, has ever given you. He mounted her and they kissed. She reached down to direct his cock in her soaking wet pussy. With his sister's pussy juices all over his face, he wiped them off with his tee shirt before meeting his sister's lips with his. Already ready for him, she was so wet that he just slid inside his sister. He couldn't believe his cock was finally buried in his sister's cunt. Something so insulting when his friend joked with him and teased him about wanting to have sex with his sister, when he was an 18-year-old teenager, now it was so sexually exciting and pleasurable to be having sex with his sister. "Oh, my God, Anne, it feels so good to be inside of you," he said with more passion for her than he ever had for his mother. "Fuck me John. Really fuck me. Pound my pussy," she said wrapping her legs around his back to pull him closer and deeper. Slowly his cock slid in deeper until he was deep inside his sister. Then, rocking, humping, and thrusting, he made love to his sexy sister while kissing and kissing her. Never has his cock has been as hard fucking his sister as it was now. His love making soon turned to fucking and with her taking the lead, she was really fucking her brother. Returning her passion, pounding his sister, John humped Anne with all the incestuous pent up lust that he's saved for her for years. "I love you Anne," he said leaning his head down to suck her nipple while fucking her. "I love you John," she said whispering in her ear. Just as it didn't take Anne long to have an orgasm when he was licking her pussy, it didn't take Anne long to cum with her brother's cock buried in her pussy either. "Oh, my God, John. I'm going to cum. You're giving me an another orgasm. Fuck me John. Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Harder. Fuck me faster. Faster. Fuck me deeper. Deeper. Oh, yeah, that's it. Don't stop. Don't stop. Oh, my God, John. Oh, my God." John fucked his sister harder. He fucked his sister faster. He fucked his sister so hard, so fast, and so deep that she exploded with an incredible, screaming orgasm. "Ohhhh John! Oh baby! Jesus that was the best orgasm I ever had. I'm still tingling. I'm still cumming. My entire body is electrically charged. That was just amazing," she said kissing him and hugging him. "I'm glad I could make you cum twice," he said with pride that he gave his sister sexual pleasure. They rested. They talked. They joked. They teased and they kissed. Awash in the afterglow of making incestuous love, John kissed his sister while she fondled his erect cock before gentling stroking him to a harder erection. His cock was still damp with her pussy juices. "I'm glad you didn't cum inside of me. I can still get pregnant she said," looking at him. "Would you like me to blow you now? Would you like your big sister to suck your cock?" "Yes, Anne. I'd love for my big sister to suck my cock," he said. She slid down the bed to take him in her mouth. Kissing his cock while licking and stroking his prick, she took him in her mouth and started sucking him while looking up at him. You have a big cock John," she said removing his cock from her mouth to speak. "I never would have suspected my brother for having a big cock but I'm so glad you do. Maybe we can do this again," she said. "I can't pay you another fifty-thousand dollars for sex Anne," he said writing and handing her a check for fifty-thousand dollars before she fell to her knees to blow him. "You never have to pay me to have sex with you again John. Now that you've paid me this fifty-thousand dollars, you may have your incestuous way with my naked body any time you want," she said taking his cock in her mouth again to suck him. "Blow me Anne. Suck me. Suck my cock," he said putting a gentle hand to the back of her head. "I love how my cock feels in your warm mouth," he said humping her mouth and fucking her face. "Cum for me John," she said removing his cock from her mouth again to speak. "Cum in my mouth. I need to taste my brother's cum. I need to swallow the passion my brother has for me," she said while licking him and sucking him and while stroking him faster, tighter, and harder. "Cum John, cum," she said removing his cock from her mouth to speak and reinserting after speaking to suck him again. "I want you to cum. I need for you to cum. Cum in my mouth John. Cum for me," she said. As if he was having a wet, sexual dream, as if he was thinking of all the times he masturbated when imagining having sex with his sister, he watched his sister stroke him while looking up at him. After just having licked her pussy and fucked her and as if he were a man just let out of prison after serving a 5-year sentence, he watched her sucking his cock while staring up at him. Once just his incestuous, sexual fantasy was now his reality. Once he reached down to feel her big tit and finger her hard nipple, his dream come true, he exploded a mouthful of cum in his sister's mouth and she swallowed him before licking him clean. * * * * * The next day, two days after Valentine's Day, when this whole incestuous and forbidden affair started, he went to see his mother, Marianne. As pretty as his mother was, Marianne was even prettier. She looked nothing like her daughter Carol. He wished his wife looked more like her mother and especially more like her sister. If his wife looked like either of them and especially if she had the big boobs that they had, he'd never cheat on her. Then, being that he's a horny, incestuous man, even if he was married to her sexy sister, Samantha, no doubt, he'd be cheating on her with Carol too. "Hi Marianne," he said when she opened the door. She was wearing her housecoat and he couldn't contain himself from admiring the two huge impressions her breasts made in the cotton material. As if she was a commanding general of the army of brassiere clad busty women, he watched her standing there with her shoulders back and her chest puffed out. Man, she had big tits. "John, how are you? Come in," she said. "It's so nice to see my favorite son." "Being that your other daughter, Samantha, isn't married and is still single, I'm your only son," he said with a laugh. "No doubt," she said returning his laugh," which is why you're my favorite son." Just by the way he leered at her big boobs and in the way that his lips reflexively moved as if he were a goldfish waiting for food when, instead, he was imagining sucking her nipples, he always suspected that she knew he was a pervert. "Did Carol tell you?" She looked at him with surprise. "Tell me what? Don't tell me she's pregnant again," she said. "No, she's not pregnant, thank God," he said. How could she be when they never had sex. "I won the Power Ball," he said smiling wildly. "You did? That's wonderful. Good for you," she said. "Congratulations. I'm so happy for your good fortune." "I'm so happy that I won too," he said stepping forward to give her a bear hug while squishing her big, battleship sized breasts against his muscular chest. Fortunately for him, she doesn't know that guys have breast sensors on every part of their bodies. They don't have to feel a woman's breast with their hands to have felt their boobs. John was already feeling his mothers jugs with his chest while his horny hands felt the back sides of her huge boobs with his hug. Mother, Sister, MIL, SIL & Lottery "Do you have plans what you're going to do with all of that money, buy a new car, a bigger house, take a vacation? What?" "Well," he said using the opportunity of his thoughtful pause to stare at her giant knockers. "I thought I'd help all the people that I know and love with the money I won, which is the reason why I'm here," he said. "Really? Oh, you dear, sweet man. Truly, John, you are such a special treasure," she said. "You are my angel of a son," she said stepping forward to squish her big tits against his chest again when she gave him a full body, pelvis to pelvis rub of a humping hug. Especially encouraged after receiving that sort of sexually suggestive hug from his mother, testing the water, he leaned down and kissed her on the lips. He so wanted to reach his hands down to cup her sweet, full ass but not wanting to ruin things by feeling her prematurely, he didn't dare. Needing to bide his time and take baby steps, he didn't want to push his luck, not now, and not yet. He first needed to see how she'd react to him kissing her. Not rejecting his kiss by recoiling, she stared at him wide-eyed, as if he had surprised her with his unexpected familiarity. Being that she wasn't his mother or his sister, even though their sexual union wouldn't be deemed incestuous but certainly inappropriate, she was still his mother after all. She may have suspected that he was a pervert, but she had no concrete reason to believe that he was, but she will before their visit is over. If only she knew how many times he masturbated over the imagined thoughts he had of her stripping naked. If only she knew how many sexual fantasies he had of having sex with her curvaceous body. "So, with me as a lottery winner in mind, tell me and don't be cheap about it, what can I do for you, my favorite mother?" He looked at her waiting for her to tell him what she needed so that he could tell her what he wanted. "I'm your only mother," she said with a confused look on her face. "I know, which is why you're my favorite mother," he said with a laugh. "Seriously?" She said giving him an interested look as if she was a woman he was trying to pick up at a bar. "You'd like to give me some of your prize money?" "Yes, of course," he said. "Nothing would make me happier," he said except for you kneeling before me topless with my cock buried in your mouth, he thought but didn't say. He eyed her while watching her every reaction to him offering to give her money. "Well, since you predicated me telling you what I need by not being cheap about it, I'd love to have a new kitchen. Since Ralph died, I've been unable to afford even a new appliance," she said looking from her old kitchen to him. Jumping from small appliances and skipping by big appliances, his money grubbing mother went for the grand prize, the complete kitchen makeover, albeit even though he told her not to be cheap in her request. Did she know what a complete kitchen makeover would cost him? Moreover, was she aware what a complete kitchen makeover would cost her? "I can do that for you but..." he said staring more conspicuously at her big breasts, "what will you do for me?" He looked at her with lust in his heart and she looked at him with confusion in her eyes. "What will I do for you?" Just as his mother and sister had, she looked at him with bewilderment before looking at him with shocked sexual excitement. "What do you mean?" She looked down at where he was staring and, just as his mother had done, folded her arms across her breasts. Only, unlike his mother but more like his sister, he could sense that she was already an eager participant in his forbidden sexual game. "What would you like me to do for you?" When a glimmer of sexual excitement flashed across his mother's eyes, he knew right then and there that she was game for some forbidden sex between them in exchange for a kitchen makeover. "I mean, being that it's only two days after Valentine's Day, the day of love, if you get my drift and if you get my meaning, I'd like to be sexually rewarded for my generosity," he said stepping forward to trace the outline of her bra through her housecoat. She watched his finger have his wicked way with her breast. When she didn't slap his finger away, he knew that she was open to his sexual desire to bed her and continued tracing her bra with his horny index finger. He didn't stop probing her with his finger until he circled the impression her nipple made through her bra and as if hitting a bulls-eye with a Jack-in-the-box toy, her nipple emerge. Then going where no son should ever go with his wife's mother, his mother-in-law, and the grandmother of his children, he pulled out her already erect nipple further with his thumb and index finger. So big and so firm, she had wonderful tits. Shocked and frozen in place, she watched her son's finger taking inappropriate liberty with her breast and nipple. When he pulled out her nipple more through her housecoat and bra, she looked up at him and gasped in a shocked look of sexual excitement before giving him a look of surprised sexual anticipation. Ripe for his sexual advances, if he figured his mother-in-law hadn't had sex in a few years, he'd be right. "Do you mean sex? You want me to give you sex in exchange for a new kitchen?" She looked back down at his fingers to watch him finger her nipple before looking back up at him. "Is that it? You want me to have sex with me? You want me to give you sex?" She repeated herself as if saying it again would help her to understand his inappropriate and forbidden request. "Yes," he said. "I've always wanted to know what it'd like to have sex with Carol's sexy mother," he said reaching out his hands to cup both of her big breasts through her housecoat and bra. Taking up the entirety of his big hands, her breasts felt so big and so firm. Again, not swatting him away and not stepping back to stand out of his reach, she looked down at his hands to watch him feel and fondle her bra clad breasts through her housecoat and bra. Feeling, fondling, and caressing his mother's breasts, he was so excited with the sexual anticipation that his mother-in-law would agree to such a forbidden, sexual union for the sake of a kitchen makeover. "Oh, John, why would you want an old broad like me?" Biting her lip and looking as if she needed a drink and/or a cigarette, she looked at him with trepidation and sexual anticipation. She gave him a look that needed a bit more convincing before she'd agree to jump in bed with her naughty son. "I've lusted over you since my wedding day when I accidentally walked in on you as you were putting on your dress and I saw you topless," he said. "You have wonderful tits Marianne," he said running his palms across her nipples through her housecoat and bra. "For fifteen, long, sexually frustrating years, I couldn't wait to see your tits again. I couldn't wait to finally feel them. I couldn't wait to finally suck them," he said feeling her breasts through her clothes with more purpose especially now that she wasn't rejecting his offer for sex. "Yes, that was embarrassing for me too," she said, "for my new son to see my tits," she said staring down at his hand feeling her and watching his fingers fingering her. "Well, it may have been embarrassing for you, Mom but it was exciting for me to see the breasts of my mother. I wish your daughter had your breasts," he said squeezing her breast through her housecoat and bra before giving her a long, wet kiss. Not pushing him away, this time she returned his kiss with as much passion. "Oh John," she said. "You're confusing me. Even though I'd really love to have a new kitchen, I want to have sex with you but I don't want to hurt my daughter by having sex with her husband." He had her out of the water. Now it was up to him to gently remove the hook from her mouth while being careful not to lose her. "No one would ever know we had sex Marianne," he said. "I've been lusting over you for years. Stroking my cock over the naked thoughts of you, I can't tell you how many times I masturbated over the sight of your remembered big breasts," he said whispering in her ear. "Even now, fifteen years later, I still think of making love to you when I'm making love to..." he said pausing for to remember her name, "your daughter...Carol," he said sticking his tongue in Marianne's ear before blowing a bit of hot air. Without waiting for her to respond, already knowing her answer by the sexual liberty she allowed him to already take with her body by feeling her big tits through her bra and housecoat, he began slowly unbuttoning her housecoat. With her looking at him and him looking to see what each unbutton button revealed before unbuttoning the next button, he was poised to have his wicked, sexual way with his mother. Marianne, as if in shock, looked down too, as her son-in-law undressed her to expose her lingerie clad body to his horny eyes. Once her housecoat was unbuttoned, he removed it. Then, parting her lips with his tongue again, John kissed and kissed his mother while reaching behind her to feel her full, panty clad, round, firm ass before sticking a horny hand between her legs to feel her panty clad pussy. Unable to wait any longer to strip his mother-in-law naked, he reached around her to unhook and to remove her bra before removing her panty. While kissing and kissing her, his horny hands was all over his mother-in-law's sexy, naked body. She was naked. Just as his mother and sister were naked too, he couldn't believe his mother was naked also. He couldn't believe his horny eyes. What's her names mother, Marianne, was standing before him naked. He took a step back to stare at her big tits. He couldn't wait to suck her nipples. He looked down at her dark brown bushy pussy. He couldn't wait to lick his mother-in-law's cunt. He couldn't wait for her to suck his cock and being that her didn't allow him to cum in her mouth and swallow, he wondered if his mother-in-law would. "Oh, John, you make me feel so wanted and desired," she said returning his passion with hers by not breaking off his kiss. "I may be a bit rusty," she said breathlessly. "Other than the funeral director, I haven't been with a man since my husband passed," she said. Wow, he thought. She had sex with the funeral director. He wondered if she received a discount. He wondered who else she had sex with. All this time thinking his mother was purely innocent, he had no idea she was a slut. "Don't worry Mom. It's like riding a bike," he said pushing her down to her knees, unzipping himself, and pulling out his cock. "Suck me Mom. Suck me. Take my big prick in your mouth and blow me." As if his mother was a dying woman or a contestant at a hotdog eating contest, she nearly swallowed his cock. "Oh, John, it's been such a long time since I've had a cock in my mouth," she said removing his cock from her mouth to speak while looking up at him with begging eyes. "After I suck you, would you lick my pussy before you fuck me. I love having my cunt licked and being that you're my son, I've been masturbating over you while thinking about having sex with you," she said. "Of course, Marianne, I'd love to lick your pussy. I'd love for you to cum in my mouth," he said. "I'm not embarrassed to tell you this but when you saw my tits on your wedding day, that was by no accident," she said looking up at him with a wicked smile before sucking him again. "I knew you were coming in that room to collect your things and I timed myself being topless for your arrival," she said with a naughty laugh. With a gentle hand to the back of his mother's head he looked down at her sucking his cock while she stared up at him with her big, brown eyes. So exciting to see his cock buried in his mother-in-law's mouth, he fondled her big breast while fingering her nipple. Then, just in the way that he did with his mother and sister, he unloaded a huge volume of cum in her mouth. Only, unlike is wife, she allowed him to cum in her mouth and swallowed. He followed his mother to her bedroom. She moved to her bed and fell upon it naked and with her legs spread, a belated Valentine's Day love tryst, she was ready for him to make love to her. A sexual fantasy come true, he stared at his naked mother-in-law before focusing his stare to her pussy. He fingered her while rubbing her clit and while playing with her tits and fingering her erect, brown nipples. Then with all the pent up sexual lust he had for his mother-in-law from years of lusting over her, he fell between her legs and sniffed her and fingered her before licking her. Licking and licking while fingering her, she grabbed his head by his hair and mashed his face in her wet cunt in the way that his mother did to him. Licking and licking while fingering her wet pussy, it didn't take Marianne very long to whisper her passion for her son-in-law with an orgasm. "Oh John, oh John, oh john," she said in a quiet whimper as if she was embarrassed to scream her passion. "Eat me John. Lick me. Make me cum. Make mommy cum John," she said gushing her passion for him in his mouth. "Oh mother, I love eating your pussy. You have a beautiful cunt Marianne," he said still licking and licking her while fingering her. "Oh John. After this, I want you to eat my pussy every week. I'll suck your cock and allow you to cum in my mouth after every time you eat me. Unlike my cold daughter, I know how to sexually treat a man." * * * * * Three down and only one to go, after having sex with his mother, his sister, and his mother, confident that he could persuade his sexy sister-in-law to have sex with him too, he went to his sister-in-law's house, Samantha, the very next day, now three days after Valentine's Day. For the occasion of his belated love, he bought his sister-in-law a dozen roses. On sale after Valentine's Day, and always looking for a bargain, he paid half price for the flowers. "John, such a nice surprise," said his sexy sister with a peck on the lips and a hug. "What brings you to my neighborhood? Come in. Sit," she said ushering him into the living room. He sat across from her while she tried her best to sit like a lady in her short skirt. Yet, no matter how much like a lady she sat in that short, revealing skirt, she flashed him her pink panties with her every movement. Seeing the constant flash of her pink triangular piece of panty was like seeing a piece of a deer to a hunter or a piece of chum to a hungry shark. His eyes were locked on her panty clad pussy as if he were a Navy Seal Six team member and she was the enemy. "I wanted to share my good news with you," he said. "I'm always ready to hear good news after hearing so much bad news," she said with sadness. "I won the Power Ball lottery," he said beaming. "Oh, you lucky man. I wish I could win the lottery. Like everyone else, I'm having money problems too. Money is the only thing I need to have a better life. I'm deep in credit card debt and now my lender is threatening to repossess my car if I don't make three monthly car payments to catch up to current, she looking at him with hopeful expectation." "Right time, right place," he said with a dirty laugh. "Don't worry, so long as you help me, I may be able to help you," he said staring at the triangular piece of panty that she was flashing him in an up skirt when she uncrossed her legs before allowing her knees to widen. She was flashing him her panties now, really flashing him her panties. "Help you? How can I help you John?" She spread her knees a bit more, no doubt, for him to have a better view of her panty clad pussy. "I have a few ideas how you can help me," he said shooting her a leering look. "Anything. I'd do anything to help my brother, my sister's husband," she said giving him a sexy look, "for you to help me to get those bill collectors off my back," she said running a slow tongue across her lips. "Anything?" "Anything," she said standing in front of him. "I'd do anything for the man who helped me, even if it meant me giving that man sex." She looked at him and smiled. "Being that you've been married to my cold bitch of a sister, I bet you wished you married me instead of her. You married the wrong sister John. I never refuse a man from cumming in my mouth and swallowing him in the way that my sister is so adverse to sucking your cock," she said with a sexy smile. Without him having to entice her or even ask her for sex, she began unbuttoning her blouse before unbuttoning and unzipping her short skirt. Standing in front of him in her sexy C cup bra and pink, bikini panty, he couldn't believe his sexy sister just gave him a sexy striptease show, especially when they haven't even negotiated money yet. He wondered how much she needed. He wondered how much she wanted. He didn't care how much she needed and how much she wanted. Whatever she asked him to give her, he would. Maybe after he was with her mother, Marianne called her daughter to expect a visit from him. A vision to behold and one he thought about numerous times while masturbating over the thoughts of having sex with his sexy sister, Samantha, he stared at her shapely body, a much better body than his wife's body. He never thought he'd see his sister-in-law in her bra and panty but there she was right in front of him. As if he was a dying man and his last dying wish was to have sex with his sister-in-law, he watched Samantha reach behind her to unhook her bra. He couldn't believe his luck. He couldn't believe his eyes. Her big tits were nearly right there for his horny hands to touch, feel, fondled, and caress while fingering her nipples before sucking them. One slow, sexy bra strap at a time, he watched Samantha slither out of her bra before she removed her bra cups and presented him her big breasts as if he had won her as a prize instead of the money. A bit shapelier, her breasts were just as big as Marianne's breasts only they were raised a bit higher. He couldn't wait to touch them. He couldn't wait to feel them. He couldn't wait to caress them before sucking them. Then, without further ado, in one felled swoop, she removed her panty to expose her bald pussy. He couldn't wait to touch her, to feel her, and to stick his tongue inside her hairless snatch to lick her before fucking her. He couldn't wait to stick his big, hard cock in his sister's willing mouth for her to suck him. In the way that he undressed for his mother, his sister, and his mother, as if his clothes were on fire, instantly, he was out of them and naked. He grabbed hold of his sister-in-law, turned her around, bent her over, inserted his cock in her pussy and started humping her before fucking her from behind like a dog while grabbing onto her big tits and fingering her nipples. As if she was his wife instead of his sister-in-law and as if he was making love to her on Valentine's Day instead of three days later, fucking and fucking her, the movement of their body was as if they were one. Rocking, rolling, shaking, quaking, instead of humping and fucking, he suddenly felt as if he was aboard a ship lost at sea in a storm. He couldn't wait for her to blow him. He couldn't wait to feel his cock in her mouth. He couldn't wait to shoot a load of cum in his sexy sister, Samantha's mouth too in the way he had with his mother, his sister, and his mother-in-law. "John, John, wake up. John! Wake up. Wake up. John," said Carol shaking him by his shoulder. "John! John!" "Oh, God," he said rubbing the sleep from his eyes to stare at the little brown, beady eyes of his wife. Feeling that it was all so real, he couldn't believe it was just a dream. He could have sworn he had sex with his mother. He could have sworn his sister blew him. He could have sworn he ate his mother's pussy. He could have sworn he fucked his sister-in-law from behind.