15 comments/ 143076 views/ 9 favorites The Collins Family Ch. 01 By: Steven_Ross "No, David! Please don't do that!" Helen Collins pulled away from her son's urgent mouth as she struggled from his encircling arms. "We'll talk about this tomorrow," she added, her face flushing. "I'm going to bed now and I suggest you do the same. You've clearly had too much to drink." David tried to mutter an apology but Helen had already left the room, leaving him feeling embarrassed and confused. His mother's fortieth birthday party had been an intimate occasion for family members and a few close friends which had passed off successfully. Until, that is, he had impulsively taken her in his arms and kissed her passionately on the mouth. A few minutes later he was in bed and drifting off to sleep, remembering how sexy his mother had looked in her new dress, one which was unusually short for her. The low, square-cut neckline had exposed a good deal of cleavage, which he had found it difficult to take his eyes from. When she had pecked him on the cheek to thank him for his present of a bracelet, the nearness of her body and the heady fragrance of her scent had compelled him to press his lips forcefully against hers, the full consequences of which remained to be seen. Only a grovelling apology seemed likely to get him out of trouble. Helen didn't find it quite so easy to get to sleep that night. The initial shock of David's sudden embrace had faded, leaving her with memories that were far from unpleasant;her lips tingling from the desperate pressure of his mouth, his hands eagerly fondling her bottom, his erection pressing urgently against her stomach. What should she say to David in the morning? Various possibilities swirled through her mind until she settled on one which, though clearly unwise, she found too tempting to resist. Only then was she able to fall into an uneasy sleep. - - - - o O o - - - - Helen was surprised to find David already up when she entered the living room on the following morning-normally he slept late on Sunday mornings. She imagined that the previous evening's incident was still worrying him, though he was clearly trying to appear nonchalant as he read the morning newspaper. "I'm sorry about last night, David. I overreacted, I'm afraid. I just didn't expect you to kiss me on the mouth so passionately." David looked up from his newspaper in amazement. He had been rehearsing his own apology all morning, his stomach knotted with anxiety. His mother's words left him feeling bemused but a good deal more cheerful. "I'm sorry, too, Mum-I just couldn't help myself. You looked so hot in your new dress, but I know it was wrong to kiss you like that." "Well, inappropriate, certainly," agreed Helen as she settled on to the sofa opposite her son. "Then again, it can sometimes be delightful to act in a not entirely proper way, don't you think?" David smiled uncertainly, not altogether sure what answer to make. "Don't imagine I didn't enjoy the way you kissed me," continued Helen. "I enjoyed it very much indeed! By the way, thank you for saying I looked hot last night. I was trying to show that a woman of my age can still look attractive." "You always look attractive to me, Mum, whatever you're wearing. In fact, to be more accurate, you look as sexy as hell!" "I don't suppose my figure's too bad, for a forty-year-old." "That's something of an understatement! Your breasts looked fantastic last night-you should wear low-cut dresses more often. Added to that, you've got lovely, shapely legs and an absolutely delicious-looking bottom!" David wondered for a moment if his admiration had been expressed just a little too forthrightly, but his mother's glowing smile persuaded him that he had nothing to worry about. "What a lovely compliment, especially coming from a son to his mother! I think you deserve a kiss. We do have unfinished business from last night, after all." Helen patted the sofa at her side in invitation, and after a moment's dazed hesitation David moved to join her. "Is that another new dress, Mum? I like it-it really accentuates your figure." "That's because it's a bit on the tight side. I don't usually wear it because it tends to emphasize my boobs and bum a little too much. I somehow thought it would meet with your approval!" David grinned, edging closer to his mother until his thigh was pressed against hers. Placing his hand lightly on her shoulder, he moved his face close to hers until their lips softly met. "Wait a moment, please," breathed Helen. "I need to make sure that you understand what I'm offering you here. I'm offering you a kiss, the kind of sexy kiss that a mother probably shouldn't offer to her own son. I don't mind if you put your tongue in my mouth-in fact, I would be delighted if you did-and I don't mind if you fondle me through my clothes, but I don't want you to go further than that." Somewhat astonished by his mother's words, David could only nod in agreement. He would never have even considered slipping his tongue into her mouth, but now that she had given him her explicit permission, his own mouth began to water with anticipation. Similarly, the license to caress her alluring body, even through the barrier of her clothes, was one which he intended to exploit to the full. This time his mother responded eagerly to his hungry kisses, returning them with an increasing passion. Her soft lips parted willingly to receive his probing tongue and he explored her warm, moist mouth with an ardour which sent shivers of desire coursing through her body, a sensation which she hadn't experienced for a long time. "I love you so much, Mum," David sighed as their lips parted. He softly kissed every inch of his mother's smiling face as he slowly moved his hand from her shoulder to her left breast, cupping it tenderly in his palm. His growing erection was beginning to press into her side and he eased it from her slightly in his embarrassment. "Please don't," moaned Helen, rubbing herself against him. "It's so good to feel your hardness against me!" She covered his hand with hers and pulled it against her body, encouraging him to feel at her breast. David was quick to take the hint, squeezing and fondling both of her tits with lecherous enthusiasm as he again crushed his mouth passionately against hers. "Oh, God, my nipples are so hard!" moaned Helen, when her son finally took his lips from hers. "Can you feel them, darling?" "Only just. It would be better another time if you wore a thinner dress-without a bra, preferably. Or a skimpy top, like the one I bought as a present for Lisa-she never did pluck up the courage to wear it." Lisa was his 18-year-old sister, a leggy blonde who featured in his masturbatory fantasies almost as often as his mother. "Is there going to be another time, David?" asked Helen tremulously. "I'm not sure that it would be wise to ... " "Wise or not," interrupted David excitedly, "there's no way I'm going to be able to keep my hands off you after this, Mum. That would be asking too much!" Helen smiled at her son fondly. She tried to convince herself that allowing him to passionately kiss and fondle her was permissible as part of a loving mother/son relationship, however inappropriate that was to the conventional mind. As long as things went no further she was persuaded that they would be doing nothing morally wrong. She recognized, however-while trying to push the thought to the back of her mind-that things would inevitably go further, and that in reality she yearned for them to do so. "Kneel down on the floor, Mum, with your head on the sofa," instructed David briskly, breaking into Helen's erotic reverie. "I want to get a good feel at that gorgeous arse of yours! Dad will be down soon-we don't have much time." Helen obeyed her son's command without question. Although it was something she had tried to hide from herself, she had always secretly longed for a man who would sexually dominate her. Kneeling in the position that her son had indicated she experienced a sense of joyous liberation in submitting herself to his will-a tremor of anticipation running through her body as his hand brushed against her back and moved downwards. "Oh, David!" she moaned softly as his hand lovingly caressed her bottom. "That feels wonderful!" "I can't grope you properly while you're wearing such a tight dress. Next time I want you in a loose skirt and a skimpy pair of knickers so I can get a good handful of your bum cheeks." "Of course, darling. Anything you say-I do so want to please you." "If only within certain limits!" laughed David, giving his mother a sharp slap on her shapely bottom. Helen let out a stifled yelp as David lifted her into his arms. "Don't expect too much from me too soon, darling. Last night I was shocked when you kissed me so fiercely-this morning I've allowed you to stick your tongue in my mouth and to feel me up in an extremely lewd way." "Which you enjoyed immensely." "Of course I did, David. I'm not denying it. Just don't expect me to go any further, at least not until I've had chance to think things over." David hugged his mother to him, thrusting the rigid shaft of his erection against her stomach. "So, for the moment, I get to French kiss you and grope you through your clothes, nothing more?" "I do believe that those are liberties which few other mothers would allow their sons to take," said Helen with a smile as she lifted up her face to be kissed. "That sounds like Dad on his way down," whispered David, hastily pressing his lips to his mother's and reluctantly allowing her to leave his arms. "I'm sure there's a thong or two in my knicker drawer. I bought them to try and get your father in the mood, without particular success as I remember. Worn under a loose, flimsy skirt, they should allow you to give my bottom a really good feeling up." "That would be ideal!" enthused David. "You truly are a hot bitch, Mum! Perhaps I shouldn't say that but I really mean it." "Probably you shouldn't say it," agreed Helen, colouring deeply with pleasure, "but I'm glad that you did. I can think of no higher compliment than being regarded as a hot bitch by my darling son!" Helen disappeared into the kitchen as her husband's tread was heard on the stairs, David returning to his newspaper and using it to hide his erection as he reflected on the morning's exciting events. - - - - o O o - - - - Helen quickly found a suitable skirt and thong, along with a skimpy top, but the opportunity to wear them for her son was slow in coming. During the next few weeks, David regularly worked overtime at the insurance office where he was employed and in the evening he found it impossible to arrange an assignation with his mother while his father was in the house. Weekends were just as difficult, for then David's sister came home from the nearby university where she studied. It was a frustrating period for both David and his mother. Snatched embraces of a passionate intensity excited them both but were insufficient to satisfy the growing desire they felt for each other. In addition, Helen was afraid that they would be careless one day and allow her husband to discover them in a compromising position. Eventually, David had to take a half-day's holiday in order to arrange an afternoon of erotic pleasure with his mother. After lunch, Helen slipped upstairs to change while David washed the dishes and anticipated the delights to come. His mother was waiting for him when he walked into the sunlit living-room, apprehensively waiting for his verdict on her choice of clothes. "Wow! You look absolutely ravishing, Mum! That top shows your tits off to perfection. It's that one off Lisa's isn't it?" Helen smiled and nodded. The top in question revealed more than it covered, leaving her arms, shoulders and midriff bare and emphasizing her firm, hard-nippled breasts. "I feel so slutty without a bra-though perhaps that's not such a bad thing if it makes you look at me like that!" David wasn't very knowledgeable about female clothes but it was apparent to him that his mother's loose, diaphanous skirt was meant to be worn with something underneath. Worn alone, it revealed her scanty underwear in a wonderfully indecent fashion. "Stiff nipples poking through a skimpy top, a minuscule thong clearly showing under an almost transparent skirt-you certainly do look like a slut, Mum! The loveliest slut imaginable. My slut!" He took her into his arms and covered her face with kisses, pulling her hard against his erection. Sliding his hands down her back, he grabbed hold of her firm buttocks and squeezed them roughly, receiving a gratified moan of pleasure in return. "Do you want me on my hands and knees again?" asked Helen hopefully. "I think I'd like you face down on the sofa this time, Mum," replied David, releasing her so she could do as he asked. Helen stretched herself along the sofa, arranging her skirt so that her son could handle her bottom without restraint. She smiled to herself as she rested her head on the soft cushion. David referring to her as his slut had made her feel ridiculously happy. "What a fantastic arse!" moaned David reverently as he began to fondle his mother's shapely buttocks. "I can feel it up much better in this skirt-it's so much easier to grab hold of you." "So I see!" yelped Helen as her son tightly clutched two handfuls of her bottom. "I'm not hurting you, am I?" David asked with concern, though he continued to knead his mother's buttocks with growing vigour. "No-it's simply that I'm not used to having my bum mauled around in such a rough fashion. Not that I'm complaining, you understand! Just remember that my breasts want some attention as well." "My one aim is to satisfy your unnatural desires, mother. If you sit up now I'll maul your tits around for a while and get back to your arse again later." "Unnatural desires, indeed!" laughed Helen as she sat upright. "If it's unnatural for a mother to permit her son to kiss and fondle her, so be it. I prefer to believe that I'm allowing you to show your love for me in the most natural way possible." "And I prefer to believe that you're a horny slut!" Before his mother could respond to these provocative words, David fiercely pressed his lips against hers and slipped his tongue into the warm, soft moistness of her mouth. His hand sought for her breasts and he firmly squeezed them through the thin top she had borrowed from Lisa, her nipples quickly stiffening against his palm. As his mother's tongue entwined with his, wetly and noisily, David had an almost irresistable urge to slide his hand beneath her skimpy top. Up to now he had obeyed her insistence that he only fondle her through her clothes, even though it had caused him a great deal of frustration. He knew that this situation couldn't go on much longer-his intimacy with her must soon either deepen or come to an end, the latter possibility being too dispiriting to even contemplate. He took hold of his mother's hand and thrust it against his erection as he continued to passionately explore her mouth with his tongue. She rubbed his swollen shaft with growing vigour until he felt the familiar sensations of his approaching orgasm, albeit sensations of an intensity which he had never experienced before. "I'm going to cum soon, Mom!" David gasped as he urgently attempted to unfasten his zipper. "Let me do that!" said Helen, pushing aside her son's fumbling fingers and deftly freeing his hard-on, grasping it firmly in her right hand and wanking it furiously as she sought to bring him to his climax. This was the first time that Helen had masturbated David and it marked a sharp shift in their sexual relationship, one which was extremely exciting for both of them. Holding her son's hot, turgid cock in a tight grip as she brought him to sexual completion was as arousing an experience as Helen could remember. Nor could she accept that she was doing anything immoral-delightfully lewd, yes, but not in any way immoral. David groaned blissfully as his mother wanked him with an increasing tempo. Like most young men of his age he was an habitual masturbator but this experience was on a higher plain altogether! "Faster, Mum, faster!" he cried urgently. "Yes, yes-oh, yes!" Helen yelped with delight as creamy jets of cum spurted from her son's bloated cockhead. She laughingly tried to catch the precious fluid in her hands, succeeding but for a few gooey drops which dripped on to her skirt. David pressed Helen's hands against his sticky cock and kissed her tenderly on the lips as he tried to form the words which would express all the complicated emotions he felt. Before he could do so, he sensed his mother tense against him as the front door opened. Seconds later, before there was time to react, his father walked briskly into the room. "I thought if I left work early I'd find you up to something, Helen! I've thought for a while that you were involved with somebody. I never for a moment considered that our son could be that somebody!" His father spoke more in sorrow than in anger, thought David. "We need to talk, Helen-let's go into the kitchen. I'll have something to say to you later, David." "Yes, of course, Peter," muttered Helen. "I just need to ... " She showed David her hands, which were covered in thick clots of his glutinous ejaculate, and looked at him pleadingly. "Here-use this," said David in embarrassment, offering his mother a paper tissue. "I hardly think that will be necessary," said Peter. "I'm sure your mother would prefer to use her tongue. Wouldn't you, Helen?" "Yes. Yes, I would," replied Helen, looking at her husband with marked surprise. David looked on with equal surprise as his mother licked his semen from her hands with evident pleasure, sucking on each slim finger before making a move towards the kitchen. "Haven't you forgotten something, darling?" asked Peter, a slight smile appearing on his lips. Helen hesitated for a moment, her face rapidly colouring as she realized what her husband meant. Then she leaned over and took the head of David's softening cock into her mouth, licking it clean with brisk efficiency. "That's better," murmured Peter, moving towards the door and indicating that his wife should follow him. For the next several minutes David could only sit in bewilderment as his parents discussed matters in the kitchen, their muffled voices occasionally reaching an intensity of tone which never quite became anger on either side. His father had clearly been well in control of whatever emotions he had experienced on discovering his mother having just jerked him off. Instead of the outrage he had expected, encouraging his mother to lick his cum from her fingers and his cock had left him feeling confused as well as strangely excited. David's disordered thoughts were disturbed by the opening of the kitchen door and he hastily tucked his flaccid cock back into his trousers. His father sat opposite him, a look of calm sterness on his face. His mother took her place again by his side, her expression one of barely subdued elation. "Don't look so worried, David," said Peter with a hint of a smile. "Your mother and I have come to a decision which I believe will please you. It was, of course, wrong of both of you to start up such an intimate relationship, at least without asking my permission. However, I am prepared now to give that permission, subject to certain conditions." "Your father," said Helen, "has been good enough to suggest that we develop our sexual relationship further, under his guidance." "Thank you, darling," said Peter, slightly repressively. "Perhaps it would be better if you left me to explain matters to David." "Yes, of course," agreed Helen, accepting her husband's reproof with equanimity. The Collins Family Ch. 02 Lisa looked at her father across the breakfast table and returned his smile uncertainly. She considered his request quite calmly, surprisingly so she thought, given the nature of that request. After her initial shock, the idea of inserting a finger into her brother’s anus to help him ejaculate the maximum possible amount of semen into her mother’s mouth was becoming extremely enticing. “All right, I’ll do it,” she murmured at last, casting a fleeting glance at her brother before shyly looking downwards. “There’s no point in trying to sound reluctant about it, Lisa,” said David mockingly. “We all know you’re dying to finger my arsehole.” Lisa poked her tongue out at her brother. “Don’t kid yourself! I’m going to do it to help mum out, that’s all.” “In that case, darling,” said Helen, “would you mind stripping down to your underwear before we make a start? I’ve never understood why you have to wear such unflattering clothes. You have such a lovely body, when you choose to show it off.” “I’m way too skinny, Mum!” Lisa wailed. “Please don’t make me take my clothes off!” “Your mother and I would never try to make you do anything you don’t want to, Lisa,” said Peter soothingly. “Couldn’t you at least take that horrible, baggy tee-shirt off, if only to please me?” “All right, Daddy,” agreed Lisa, as usual unable to resist her father’s blandishments. She hesitantly pulled the tee-shirt over her head to reveal her small but pert breasts, covered by a white, lacy bra. David whistled appreciatively. “There’s no need to be sarcastic!” cried Lisa, glaring at her brother. “I’m not being sarcastic, idiot! You’ve got a great pair of tits! God knows why you insist on hiding them away.” “I thought you preferred the more voluptuous figure, like that slag you used to go out with, Tracey Grant?” “Tracey was certainly free with her sexual favours,” said David with a grin. “I’ll admit I was fascinated by her big, bouncy knockers, but I was a callow youth then. I think you have a much sexier figure than Tracey Grant, I swear to God!” Lisa gave her brother one of her sweetest smiles, loving the way his eyes lingered on her breasts. She didn’t doubt now that he found her sexually attractive and that boosted her self-confidence to no small extent. “Come on, Lisa,” urged her father. “Slip your jeans off now. Don’t be shy, girl!” “Yeh, sis, get ‘em off,” David said. “Let’s have a good look at your sexy ass.” Lisa rose from the table and stepped out of her loose-fitting denims. Her brief knickers, which matched her bra, emphasized the alluring curves of her firm buttocks, and immediately drew David’s eye. “Wasn’t I right, Dad? Doesn’t Lisa have an absolutely fantastic arse?” “You’re not wrong there, boy. Gorgeous, just like her mother’s!” “Aren’t we lucky to have two hot bitches in the family?” “David!” said Helen with a smile. “Perhaps your sister doesn’t appreciate being referred to as a hot bitch by her brother.” “Oh yes, I do!” said Lisa emphatically, to general laughter. “I’m getting hard just looking at you, sis,” David moaned. “It’s time we stepped into the living room, then,” suggested Helen. “Assuming, that is, David, that you’re still willing to fill my mouth with your delectable cum?” “Your assumption is correct, mother dear. By the way, I’m also more than willing to fill your slutty cunt with my delectable cum, whenever you so desire.” “All in good time, David,” said his father. “Your mother’s slutty cunt, as you so charmingly refer to it, will eventually be yours to use in any way you wish. Remember that patience is a virtue.” “Anything you say, Dad.” David happily accepted that, for the time being, intimacy between himself and his mother would be supervised by his father. He didn’t find this at all inhibiting, realizing that the buildup of anticipatory erotic tension as he waited for permission to fuck Helen would hugely increase his pleasure when that permission was finally granted. Helen, of course, wasn’t asked for her own permission, nor would she have expected to be. She simply yearned to pleasure, and be pleasured by, her husband and son, in whichever way they saw fit. And, despite having never previously felt sexually attracted to other women, she was beginning to experience desires for her daughter which daily became stronger. “On your knees, woman!” David ordered with mock severity as he followed his mother into the living room. Helen obeyed her son’s instruction without demur, helping him to remove his trousers and underpants as he stood before her. Gently stroking his semi-erect shaft, she softly sucked up the precum seeping from his piss slit. “Take it easy, Mom!” cautioned David. “I don’t want to cum too soon. The longer I can hold on, the better.” Lisa slipped to the floor by her brother’s side and, encouraged by her father, hesitantly fondled his firm buttocks. “That’s the way, sweetheart! Spit on your finger now and see if you can push it into David’s bumhole.” Lisa obediently dribbled saliva on to her index finger and, gingerly sliding it between her brother’s bum cheeks, felt for his anus. A girl of hitherto limited sexual experience, she found the lasciviousness of the whole situation to be extremely arousing. As she eased her spit-smeared finger into the tight grip of David’s anal sphincter, she noted how her mother was cleverly stimulating him to the utmost. One hand wanked his turgid shaft, the other fondling his cum-heavy balls, while she ran the tip of her tongue along the ridge of his swollen glans. “Oh, fuck! Yes, Lisa!” moaned David as his sister, growing in confidence, probed more deeply into his rectum and began to finger-fuck his arse with an almost gleeful enthusiasm. For Lisa, the most emotional aspect of the whole experience was when her brother tenderly stroked her hair and face, softly brushing his fingers against her lips. Instinctively, she took the fingers into her mouth and sucked on them wetly, her own finger now pistoning rapidly into David’s sticky arsehole. “Give it me harder, Lisa, you dirty slut!” begged David as he sensed himself swiftly approaching an intense climax. As she vigorously sought to do so, Lisa’s finger slipped from her brother’s anus. In the grip of an erotic excitement such as she had never experienced before, she twisted her ring finger aound it and fiercely jabbed both digits into the hot, velvety confines of David’s bowels. “Oh, you sweet, sweet bitch!” yelped David as his sister’s stabbing fingers drove him ever nearer to a searing orgasm. Helen, in her turn, wanked her son’s cock with increasing energy until she sensed that he was on the brink of cumming. Opening her mouth widely, she suddenly felt the engorged shaft spasm as pulsing spurts of creamy semen shot between her lips. “Don’t swallow yet, darling!” warned Peter as his son let out a protracted groan of blissful satisfaction. Helen tilted her head back and proudly showed her husband and son the gooey mess in the back of her throat before, with Peter’s permission, swallowing it down with gusto. “Your spunk is absolutely delicious, David!” she enthused. “Thank you for giving me a really good mouthful. You played your part well, also, Lisa. I must say that it was lovely to see you fingering your brother’s bottom with so much enthusiasm!” “Dirty little slut!” said David affectionately, pulling his sister to her feet and kissing her firmly on the mouth as he hugged her tightly. It was the first time that Lisa could remember her brother embracing her so ardently and she quickly realized that she didn’t want it to be the last. She pressed herself urgently against David’s semi-naked body and returned his kisses with a passion which both surprised and delighted him. “I hate to disturb you two lovebirds,” laughed Peter after brother and sister had exchanged several more lingering kisses, “but David and I have work to do in the office, if you can bear to let him go, Lisa.” Peter had decided to work from home wherever possible and had co-opted his son to help him decipher the complexities of a new computer system which was plaguing him. Indeed, his business was growing to such an extent that he was now able to employ David as his assistant. David dressed hurriedly and joined his father in the office, leaving Helen and Lisa to an intimate discussion of recent events. “Come and sit here, darling,” said Helen, patting the cushion by her side as she sat on the sofa. She admired the litheness of the 18-year-old’s figure, cuddling her affectionately and caressing her silky-smooth legs. “Mum,” said Lisa softly, “is it wrong of me to feel all tingly inside when David calls me slut or bitch?” “No, dear, not in my opinion. In a loving relationship, terms like that are meant as endearments. I can still remember how wonderful I felt when David called me a horny slut for the first time!” “I still can’t quite believe he thinks I’m sexy. It’s the first time that a man’s said that just looking at me gets him hard!” “David’s had the hots for you for a long time, Lisa. I’ve seen that for myself, though I somehow didn’t manage to spot that he’s also had the hots for me!” Lisa snuggled closer to her mother. “After he’d kissed me, he whispered in my ear and swore that he’s going to make me his fuckbitch.” “Who’s a lucky girl, then? Your brother’s already promised to use me as his whore, so let’s hope that he keeps his word in both cases!” “Is a man’s spunk really yummy, Mum? Lisa asked wonderingly. “I think so, yes. It’s as well to acquire a taste for it, anyway, as most chaps love squirting the stuff in your mouth, when they’re not squirting it in your pussy or bottom!” “I can’t wait for David to fill my mouth with his lovely cum!” said Lisa dreamily. “How would you like to sample your father’s cum? I promise it’s just as palatable as your brother’s.” “Could I?” replied Lisa eagerly, prompting Helen to hastily leave the room in search of her husband. Minutes later, Helen returned with an eggcup of fresh semen and a teaspoon. Retaking her place on the sofa, she dipped the spoon into the eggcup and offered it to her daughter. “Your father was glad to help, darling. Drink it up, now, while it’s still warm!” Lisa took the brimming spoon between her lips and greedily sucked the gooey sperm into her mouth, swishing it around before noisily gulping it down. “That was delicious, Mum! Can I have the rest now?” Helen laughingly spooned the remaining cum into her daughter’s mouth and watched with delight as Lisa swallowed it all down with obvious enjoyment, afterwards smacking her lips appreciatively. “I do believe that my little girl is turning out to be a dirty cumslut!” “You do say the nicest things, Mum!” said Lisa smilingly. “I don’t suppose you’d like to have a taste of my pussy juice? Surely not-what a disgraceful question for a mother to ask of her daughter!” “Don’t tease, Mum. You know very well that I’m not going to turn down an offer like that!” “Could you go and see if your brother wants to help you juice me up? I don’t suppose that offer is likely to be turned down, either.” When Lisa returned with her brother, Helen had her dress pulled up to her waist and was vigorously rubbing her pussy through the thin cotton of her pale-blue knickers. Already, a darker line of blue was appearing beneath her fingers as her vaginal secretions slowly oozed from her slit. “Wait for us!” cried David as he and his sister plumped themselves down on either side of their mother and began to help her to masturbate. As the dark blue line began to spread, Helen reached for the discarded teaspoon, still sticky with cum, and yanked aside the gusset of her knickers, revealing her wet and swollen pussy. “Who’s first?” she asked, thrusting the spoon into the succulent pinkness of her gash. “Gimme!” demanded David, greedily slurping up his mother’s pussy juice. “Let me have some,” said Lisa pleadingly, lapping up the second spoonful with relish. “Keep the lovely stuff coming,” urged David as Helen continued to spoon her tangy cunt juice into the siblings’ hungry mouths. “I don’t suppose you’ve any spunk left for your slutty mummy?” asked Helen hopefully. “I do believe I could produce a squirt or two,” allowed David with a grin. “In that case,” said his mother, slipping out of her sopping knickers and pulling her glistening labia wide apart, “let’s have your squirt or two in there, to add to my juices. Mixed together, I’m sure they’ll be delicious!” David barely heard what his mother was saying, so entranced was he by his first sight of her cunt. To his mind there was sheer perfection in the shape and plumpness of her outer labia and the juiciness of her delicate coral-pink inner lips. Almost before he knew what he was doing, his cock was in his hand and he was standing before her, wanking frenetically to a shuddering climax. His promise of a squirt or two of cum proved to be an underestimate, so aroused was he by the sight and scent of his mother’s mushy quim. Pulse after pulse of his thick ejaculate splattered into Helen’s luscious gash, to her loudly-expressed delight. “Thank you so much, darling!” she said sunnily, dabbling a finger into the sticky mess between her legs and bringing it to Lisa’s mouth. “Suck on that, my little cumslut, and see what you think.” Lisa obediently took the finger between her lips and sucked it clean, savouring with great pleasure the rich blend of semen and pussy juice. She and her brother shared the residue of the gummy fluid, licking it off their mother’s fingers with vocal enthusiasm. “Isn’t it time you got back to work, David?” hinted Helen after a while. “Lisa and I need some time alone.” “Your wish is my command, mother. Let me know if you need any more spunk and I’ll try and do my best!” “Hold on, David!” said Lisa, dropping to her knees before him and licking up the dribble of cum dangling from the tip of his softening cock. “That’s a good little slut!” praised David, gently stroking his sister’s hair before leaving the room. “Come and give your old mum another cuddle,” invited Helen. “In fact, why don’t we pleasure each other? I’m dying for a good, hard cum, and I’m sure you must be too!” “Can I keep my knickers on, Mum?” said Lisa diffidently as she sat close to Helen. “Of course you can, darling! Once you get a little more confidence you’ll no doubt be showing your cunt off as brazenly as your slutty mother, but there’s no hurry. To please me, though, will you at least take your bra off?” Lisa blushingly unfastened her white, lacy bra and let it fall to the floor, exposing her small, pert breasts, their rosy-pink nipples slowly hardening under the lecherous gaze of her mother. “What darling little tits!” enthused Helen, reaching out to gently stroke them. “David and your father are going to love sucking on those sweet little nipples-so am I, come to that!” Lisa smiled brightly, anticipating the delights to come. Eager to please, she slipped her hand beneath her mother’s dress, thrusting it between her thighs and repeatedly fucking two fingers into her hot, sticky cunthole. Even while Helen blissfully moaned as her daughter lovingly fingered her, she pressed her hand between the teenager’s parted thighs and energetically rubbed her plump mound through the delicately lacy material of her knickers. Lisa’s ecstatic moans soon joined those of her mother, rising to a crescendo as she achieved an intense, juicy orgasm. Seconds later, as Helen came noisily, drowning out the deliciously squishy sounds of Lisa’s pistoning fingers, Peter walked into the room and looked at his wife and daughter enjoying a tender, post-orgasmic embrace. “Do you randy whores really have to yowl like bitches in heat?” he asked, as David joined him. “Some of us are trying to do some work, you know.” In reply, Helen merely smiled, lasciviously licking her own dripping juices from Lisa’s fingers. “I’m serious, Helen,” Peter insisted, though his wife noted the mischievous glint in his eye and was aware of its probable significance. “I know you are, darling. Lisa and I have been very naughty, and naughty girls deserve to be punished.” “Don’t they just!” Peter growled. “You, for one, would certainly benefit from regular disciplining, it seems to me. I’ve a good mind to let David give your arse a good, hard spanking this very minute.” “Whatever you say, darling,” said Helen meekly, seemingly undismayed by such a prospect. “Get on your hands and knees then, woman, and let him get at that gorgeous ass of yours!” Helen obediently took up her position on the floor, resting her cheek on the carpet as she pushed her shapely posterior towards her son. Hiking up her dress to well above her waist, she awaited her fate with a sense of acute excitement, tempered by an anxiety as to how severely David intended to spank her. David fully enjoyed the sight of his mother’s enchanting bottom for a while before crouching down and swinging his arm back, sharply bringing his hand down on her right buttock. As she cried out in delighted shock he continued to rain down a series of stinging slaps on each bum cheek in turn, laughing with glee as he did so. Watching from the sofa, Lisa was well aware that her mother’s shrill yelps were as much an expression of sexual elation as of pain, reminding her of the rapturous sounds Helen had made while being vigorously finger-fucked. Her pussy quickly moistened as she imagined her father striding over and ripping off her knickers before smacking her bottom, legs and breasts. When she pictured the flat of his hand smartly slapping against her hot, juicy cunt, she almost came on the spot. “My arm’s getting tired,” muttered David regretfully, after landing numerous slaps on his mother’s reddened arse. “Do you want to whop mom yourself, Dad, or ... “ “No, I think she’s had enough for now, don’t you, son? I look forward to taking my belt to her another time, but the priority now is to discipline your slutty little sister.” David gazed lecherously at Lisa. “For a girl who was so reluctant to get her kit off, it hasn’t taken you long to strip down to your knickers. Not that I’m complaining, you understand.” He helped his mother from the floor and she fell into his arms, rubbing herself lewdly against him as she found his mouth with hers. “Thank you so much, darling!” Helen moaned after a lingering, passionate kiss. “You’re so good to your mother-I hope it won’t be long before you give me another good, hard spanking!” “I’ll give you one when you deserve it,” David said, roughly squeezing his mother’s tender bum cheeks and making her cry out in delight. “With a perverted bitch like you that’s likely to be on a regular basis!” “Did you hear our son call me a perverted bitch, Peter?” asked Helen with assumed indignation. “He seems to have got you sussed out, dear,” commented her husband dryly. “Do you really think I’m a slut, Daddy?” Lisa asked with a smile, lifting and parting her legs to draw his eyes to where the sodden material of her lacy knickers was tightly clinging to her pussy mound. “I don’t think there’s any doubt about it, do you, sweetheart? It appears that there’s often a horny slut hiding inside even the demurest of girls. And you are indeed a slut, Lisa, I’m pleased to say. Always remember, however, that your sexual favours are to be granted only to family members-and in particular that your holes are for the exclusive use of David and myself, unless I say otherwise.” “I understand, Daddy,” Lisa murmured, lasciviously running a fingertip along the length of her panty-covered slit. “When exactly do I get to fuck the sweet little whore, Dad?” asked David eagerly. “Excuse me!” said Helen huffily, interrupting her husband’s reply. “There does happen to be another of your whores who’s desperate to feel your cock inside her!” The Collins Family Ch. 02 “I’ve not forgotten about you, Mum, honestly!” laughed David, making her cry out again as he dug his fingers into her arse. “I promise faithfully that you’ll be getting lots of my cock, whenever dad gives the word.” “Aren’t you going to spank me, Daddy?” asked Lisa imploringly. “Yes, of course I am, my darling little slut. Keep your legs up high and wide apart-that’s it!” Peter stood before his daughter as she lay back on the sofa, and examined her smooth, creamy thighs. Choosing a spot just above the leg of her knickers, he suddenly brought his hand down fiercely on the soft, yielding flesh, making her yell out piercingly. For a few moments he admired the mottled crimson mark forming on her pale skin before continuing to slap the back of each thigh alternately, gradually increasing their force until Lisa’s shrill yelps rang around the room. “I’ll have to rest for a minute,” Peter grunted, after delivering a score or more slaps to his daughter’s legs, leaving them covered with red blotches. “Your cunt is juicing up nicely, isn’t it, Lisa, you randy bitch? I love the aroma of fresh pussy juice!” “The harder you spank me, the wetter I get, Daddy,” admitted Lisa unblushingly. “In that case, let’s see if I can make you soak your panties!” Peter resumed his daughter’s spanking with fresh vigour, hitting her with a passionate intensity which brought glistening tears to her eyes. Lisa’s neck and breasts became increasingly flushed with each blow, her nipples quickly hardening to full erectness, and the heady fragrance of her oozing pussy nectar becoming even more redolent. “That’ll do for now,” said Peter breathlessly when he judged that Lisa had been sufficiently punished. “Thank you, Daddy!” said Lisa tearfully, lowering her legs to the floor. Helen noted her daughter’s wince as the back of her thighs touched the edge of the sofa. “Your legs must be as sore as my bottom, darling. I’ve got some cream upstairs which we can rub on each other-I won’t be a minute.” She picked up her damp knickers from the floor and offered them to David before leaving the room. “For you, my dear son. They’re saturated with the scent of my pussy, assuming that interests you!” David pressed the pale-blue cotton panties to his nose and inhaled deeply, savouring the intoxicating perfume of his mother’s copious vaginal juices. He still had them clamped to his face when Helen returned. “I must say that your cunt has the most divine bouquet, mother! I’ll keep these knickers for now, if I may. They’ll be worth sniffing for a good while yet!” “Daddy, would you like to sniff at my panties?” asked Lisa plaintively. Peter smiled affectionately at the eighteen-year-old. “What a delightful offer, darling! If you’re ready to take them off now, I’d love to sniff them.” “Yeh, get ‘em off, Lise,” David added. “Let’s have a good look at your slutty little cunt!” With a becoming blush, Lisa lifted her bottom from the sofa and slipped out of her knickers, handing them with a shy smile to her father. She experienced a deep erotic thrill when he bunched them in his hand and lifted them to his nose, sniffing appreciatively at the sweet aroma of her wetness. “There’s no need to be so coy, Lisa,” laughed Helen, noting that her daughter was sitting with her legs tightly closed. “The boys are dying to have a look at your pussy!” “You bet we are!” agreed David warmly. “Let’s have your legs high and wide again, sis.” Lisa promptly obeyed her brother, feeling at the same time embarrassed and excited. Dissatisfaction with her figure had hitherto deterred her from allowing anyone to see her naked, even the one or two former boyfriends who she had been in any way serious about. It was so exhilarating now to have David kneeling between her widely parted legs, gazing with rapt attention at her pouting pussy lips as he traced a fingertip along her slit, gently rubbing it against her slightly protruding pale-pink inner labia. “Bloody hell, Lisa, you’ve got the cunt of an angel!” David exclaimed wonderingly, making his sister shiver with delight as he delicately examined her wet slit. “Very well put, boy,” said Peter approvingly as he joined his son. “It’s so soft and silky-smooth, isn’t it?” “And look at her sweet little clitty poking out from her juicy gash!” “There’s something very special about the virginal beauty of a young girl,” said Helen, noting how David’s probing finger was further juicing up her daughter’s pussy. “I assume you are a virgin, Lisa?” asked Peter. “I can’t imagine a sweet girl like you letting any of the local lads get into your knickers, though I know they’ve been sniffing around you.” “Of course I’m a virgin, Daddy. I must have somehow known that I needed to save myself for you and David!” “Just remember one thing, my sweet fuckbitch,“ said David as he softly tickled his sister’s erect clitoris with his fingertip. ”Your lovely cunt belongs to me from now on. Dad will be fucking you there as well, of course, but he’s already told me that his preference is to take you up the arse.” “I understand,” said Lisa dreamily. “From now on my cunt belongs to my darling brother and my ass belongs to daddy!” What a wonderful prospect, she thought! Her regular fantasies of being sexually used in every possible way by her father and brother were extremely arousing but the certainty of those fantasies turning into reality brought her a deep sense of joy. “Don’t worry, Mum,” said David, noticing the look of slight grievance on his mother’s face as he turned towards her. “Dad and I have been discussing your fuckholes, as well.” “I should hope so! I don’t blame you for leching after Lisa but I expect a fair share of your cock.” “You’ll get it, Mum, I promise. Servicing two insatiable whores like you and Lisa is going to be a tough job but dad and I will do our best!” “That’s all we ask!” laughed Helen, squeezing a dollop of cream on to her fingers. “Come on, Lisa, let’s get this rubbed into your legs. Then you can do my bottom.” “I’ll do your bottom for you, Mum, if you like,” said David, leering at his mother as he lewdly thrust his crotch towards her. “Thank you for the kind offer, David, but I thought you and your father had work to do?” “We do,” said Peter. “Come on, son. You can play with Lisa’s pussy later on!” - - - - o O o - - - - (to be continued.) As always, comments and suggestions would be very welcome.