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Ooops, I Burned the Toast Ch. 01

By: bjmichaels



"Dear, how can I put this nicely? You're worse than trailer-park trash! " Maggie told her daughter as they went about the task of setting the large chuckwagon dinner tables. "You are nothing more than a back-alley slut--the Good Book is very clear on this: it is an abomination to use your mouth when performing your wifely duties except to praise the Lord...such as exclaiming in the heat of the moment "Oh God" or "Thank You, Jesus"...everything else is blasphemy."

"I don't recall reading that anywhere in the bible, mother," the pretty blonde replied; tired of having the same conversation with her mother for the umpteenth time. 

"Of course you don't dear, harlots like you forget all about the teachings of Christ when your loins are on fire," said Maggie.

"Mother, I saw you spying on me and Joe today---you watched the whole time...I knew you were there---I positioned Joe so when I was on my knees, I could watch you out of the corner of my eyes...you loved what you saw...I saw your hand underneath your dress, mother---dare I say 'your loins were on fire'?!"

The soft, pale flesh of Maggie's face burned bright red.

"It was appalling , dear," Maggie shot back. "There in God's beautiful and pristine forest was my only child on her knees praying at the altar of her husband's appendage---with her breasts exposed for all-the-world to see, no less...shocking---downright sacrilegious!"

"Joe likes to watch my titties swaying when I suck him," said Judy with a slight smile, knowing her choice of words would shock her mother. "I am duty bound to 'obey my husband,' aren't I? Didn't daddy ever have you go to your knees, mother?"

Maggie sputtered and choked on her daughter's words. She walked-off in a huff.

"MOTH-ERRRR..." Judy heard the familiar whine of her eighteen-year old daughter, Jenny. "They're going to be late...Jeffy called and said they were still a half-hour away---the bugs are starting to come out, mother, we're going to be eaten alive out here!"

"Put some more repellent on, dear," sighed Judy.

Judy went to the huge grill where Joe was preparing the steaks and potatoes for cooking.

"Sweetie, they'll be here in a half-hour...all the corn has been shucked and we'll keep the potato salad cold...let me know when you want us to bring you the corn...we'll start buttering the Texas toast so that'll be ready."

"Okay, hon," replied her husband.

As Judy walked away, out of the corner of her eye, she watched her husband take a large drink from his 'water bottle.' One day, by accident, she'd taken a drink from his bottle only to choke and spit-out the liquid. She searched and found a bottle of 100-proof vodka in his hiding place. He drank it down like it really was water. 

He didn't seem too bad, she thought. His eyes are still clear---an extra half-hour shouldn't matter.

Judy re-filled her opaque 'water bottle' with red wine and sat on a bench and waited. She watched her mother and daughter in conversation. She couldn't hear what they were saying but somehow knew what they were talking about. 

She sighed and let her mind wander.

She was the only one who knew that today was their one month anniversary working this job. 

"One down—two-to-go," she whispered out loud. They had a three-month contract to fulfill.

Two months ago, Joe had been released from the Air Force due to his seizures and what the doctor's called, "psychotic tendencies." He was six-months short of twenty-years, and his early release cost him half his pension.

Doctor's at the VA hospital brought his seizures under control with meds, and he was cleared to work again. A friend-of-a-friend recommended Joe for a job in the mountains in western Montana, near the Idaho border. 

It was a 'dude ranch' where wealthy people could dress-up and play cowboy and cowgirl for a week at outrageously expensive prices. 

Joe had been a career cook in the Air Force so this job was a natural fit. Besides, we were nearly broke. We didn't have much of a choice.

Even though the twins hated the idea and didn't want to come with us, Jeffy and Jenny had no money or prospect's either. So along with my mother, who was forced to move in with us when daddy died, the owners hired us as a "team," and onto Montana we came.

Everything was fine for a week until one night I noticed Joe pouring the vodka into his water bottle. I had smelled alcohol on his breath before that, but now he made no effort to try and hide his drinking. And he drinks a lot. 

Then his blackouts began. The meds and alcohol combine to make him a walking zombie every night. There is no nice way to put it: my dear husband turns into a walking-and-talking zombie every night.

He has no idea it happens to him. The only way I know it takes place is by the look in his eyes. As the alcohol and meds slowly mix together, his eyes begin to water, then the pupils turn to narrow slits, then he suddenly looks as though he's in a mindless trance.

He's still awake and in-charge, but he has no recollection of it the next day. My mother and daughter have spoken with him while he's in his trance, and he thinks he's talking to me. It's kind of spooky.

"What's wrong with daddy?" my daughter asked one night. "He keeps calling me by your name!"

"Oh, he knows it's you, sweetie---his meds are just confusing him," I reassured her. 

Truth be told, I'm worried about him, but there isn't a VA Hospital anywhere near us. We're going to have to wait until we finish our contract before he can go to the VA again. I only pray that he doesn't get worse in the meantime. 

The strangest side-affect to his alcohol/meds combo is that his libido has suddenly grown stronger than it ever has been. We have sex every night now, and every early morning. Maybe the steroids have something to do with it, but the problem is he doesn't remember having sex at all.

One afternoon he was after me again for sex and I said, "My God, Joe---twice last night, once in the morning and you want it again?"

He looked at me like I was crazy; he had no memory of our previous night together.

"What are you talking about? We did it yesterday afternoon not last night...a man has needs, you know---you're my wife and I expect you to obey me!"

Yes, he's an old-fashioned, chauvinist, sexist pig but I was raised to love, honor and especially--obey my husband, and I do.

Don't get me wrong---I love sex with my husband---he's very, very good at it. His penis is magnificent! Whenever he's inside me I turn to quivering jelly and never fail to have an orgasm. That is no exaggeration. And his tongue---oh my goodness!

Judy shivered at the thought of Joe's long and thick, serpentine-like tongue that transforms her into a helpless, lewd and lascivious wanton whore whenever he presses his face between her open-thighs.

Like always, Judy felt the heat and moisture begin to build in her pussy when she thought about his tongue. She forced herself to think about something else. 

He does have a dark side, though, that rears its ugly head from time-to-time.

Last week, for instance, I was helping him brown the Texas toast on the grill. I got distracted and burnt two pieces.

I quickly said: "Sorry, I burned the toast, honey."

When I saw the look in his eyes I knew I was in trouble.

We have a strict routine here and it goes like this:

The main camp is five miles away from where we feed the guests. The guests start the day at the main camp, then the guides (my son Jeffy is one of them) lead them on an afternoon horse ride.

They end up here, we feed them, and they spend the night in tents on the far side away from us. Tents? They're luxurious and provide creature comforts you won't find in any 'normal' tent.

Anyway, when we're finished feeding the guest's supper and cleaning-up, we load the company pick-up with the trash and anything else that should go to the main camp. My mother and the twins return to the main camp to spend the night then they return in the morning to bring supplies and help with breakfast. Joe and I stay behind in a small cabin.

After the breakfast clean-up, Jeffy helps guide the guests on horseback while the rest of us return to the main camp to await the dinner routine all over again. It gets a little hectic at times, and we don't have much free-time, but we're at least saving some money.

Anyway, on the night I burned the toast, and after my mother and the twins had left for the main camp, I didn't know what to expect from Joe. The blankness in his eyes told me he'd fallen into his blackout phase. 

"Go to the cabin and prepare yourself for bed," he said as he scrubbed the grill.

I had conflicting emotions, alternating between dread and excitement, as I stripped and pulled the cotton nightgown over my head. I was naked beneath the nightgown---panties were always forbidden at bedtime, and most other times, as well.

"You are my wife and I expect you to be available to me at all times," he said whenever I protested his no-panties rule.

I lay in the darkness, eyes wide-open, my breathing becoming more erratic the longer I waited. I had an idea what was in store for me and I began to tremble in fear.

I was expected to be the perfect wife and any infraction of his arbitrary rules was met with a swift, and painful punishment.

The creaking cabin door opened and closed. I heard him undressing in the dark. He sat on my side of the bed, leaned-over and whispered in my ear: "This is for your own good."

He forced me to roll over onto my stomach. His hands pulled the hem of my nightgown up to my shoulders. He caressed the soft flesh of my shoulders, back and buttocks. It always struck me as very devious the way he lovingly stroked me just before my punishment started.

Suddenly, I heard the whooshing noise as his big, hard hand came down on my buttocks.

SMACK!!

The awful sound echoed thru-out the small cabin. I was always surprised at how much the first spank hurt even though I knew it was coming.

SMACK—SMACK—SMACK—SMACK—SMACK—SMACK!!!!

I knew better than to protest, or wriggle or squirm away from his spanking hand. It only made him madder, and it prolonged the agony.

When he finished, I was gently sobbing, my body shaking, and my buttocks on fire.

"Get on your hands and knees," he ordered me. 

A cold chill raced down my spine as I obeyed his command. I knew full-well what was coming next. The bed creaked and sagged when he knelt behind me. I spread my legs as wide as possible before he told me to do it.

I groaned when I felt the heat and pressure of his hard cock press against my open, defenseless pussy. I was dripping wet.

He moved his cock back-and-forth over my pussy-lips, coating his flesh with my juices; his finger slipped between the slick lips and slowly worked its way inside my tunnel. 

This was his ritual whenever he chose to sodomize me.

He removed his finger and pressed it against my rosebud. He worked it into me up to his first knuckle. His finger returned to my pussy and gathered more of my wetness then he worked it further into my asshole.

Whenever I clenched my sphincter he pinched a buttock hard until I yelped in pain. That was his way of telling me to relax the muscle; that he was going to fuck me in the ass whether I wanted it or not, so I should just loosen my hole for him and quietly accept my fate.

I was, afterall, his wife, and it was his God-given right to use me any way he wanted.

He repeatedly wet his finger in my cunt then pushed it deeper inside my asshole. When he was satisfied my hole was wet enough, he began a slow finger-fuck until the walls of my asshole involuntarily clung to his finger.

He suddenly withdrew the finger and pressed the knob of his cock to my anus.

"This is going to hurt, but maybe you'll finally learn your lesson," he said in all seriousness.

I buried my head in the pillow to prepare for his invasion. No matter how many times he did this to me, the first few thrusts of his long, manly cock hurt like hell.

His strong hands gripped my hips and began to slowly pull me back onto his hardness.

I screamed into the pillow, tried to shake free of his hold on my hips, but he was much too strong for me.

Ever-so-slowly, his cock spread the walls of my asshole as it relentlessly burrowed into me. My head thrashed wildly on the pillow; my muffled shouts and screams only seemed to enflame his lust even more.

I almost felt relief when his wiry pubic hairs made contact with my soft flesh; he was all the way inside me. I held perfectly still, fighting hard the instinct to try and expel him from my hole.

We stayed locked in this embrace for several seconds then his hot cock throbbed and expanded my asshole further and I buried my face in the pillow in shame. The pain had turned to pleasure and I knew he was waiting for me to debase myself before his eyes. 

I couldn't help it; like always, my body betrayed me; my hips began rotating and squirming on his cock; I wanted him to begin fucking my hole; I needed to feel his cock sliding in-and-out of my asshole.

"I'm ready, sweetie---fuck me in the ass, baby," I moaned, knowing it was what he wanted to hear.

I heard a deep chuckle escape his throat; it was the sound of derision; it was his victory laugh. He'd conquered and vanquished me one more time. His seemingly innocent wife was nothing more than a cock-hungry slut who loved to be sodomized.

He definitely had the Madonna-Whore view of women: he expected me to be a saint everywhere except the bedroom, where I was to fulfill his fantasies and become a depraved slut; willing to satisfy his most vile demands.

"Play with your pussy, you whore---show me what a dirty slut you really are---PLAY WITH YOUR CUNT!"

His words stung but I'd heard them before. I was actually thankful for his command. My pussy was demanding attention and I sighed contentedly when my fingers found the lips and clitoris.

I feverishly masturbated while his long, hard cock pounded my asshole with powerfully-delicious thrusts.

I won't bore you with the details, but needless to say, he fucked me long and hard and when his scalding hot sperm and semen filled my asshole I exploded in a mind-shattering orgasm that left me barely on the edge of consciousness.

We both fell asleep immediately.

And what has become custom in his blackout phase, every morning around three a.m., he woke me by kissing and biting my breasts and nipples until my pussy grew wet, then he climbed on top and rode me until we both came again.

He never remembered any of it. It was as though the spanking, fucking and sodomy never happened, but the angry purple welts on my buttocks; and the deep satisfaction in my loins are proof positive to me that it took place.

I hated that he suffered from these spells, but then again....

It hurt when I sat down to eat breakfast in the morning; I continually shifted my buttocks trying to find the most comfortable position. Naturally, my mother noticed my discomfort and seemed pleased by it.

She leaned over and asked, "Something wrong, dear? Was there a problem with one of your dirty sex games last night?"

"Mother," I answered, "I'm sure Joe and I do pretty much the same things all couples do...like you and daddy did, too."

Maggie's eyes flashed wide; the smirk disappeared from her face.

"Don't you ever compare the spiritual love your father and I shared to the nasty acts of perversion you perform for your husband...we expressed our love the way God intended for human beings---not like two rutting barn-yard animals!" she spat at her daughter.

Judy fought back.

"You know, mother, your 'holier-than-thou' crap doesn't fly with me...we were both sixteen-years old and unmarried when we got knocked-up!"

Her mother stared hard into Judy's face, then, in a voice dripping with contempt, she said: "My transgression was purely innocent...I have made my peace with The Lord, and he has forgiven me...you, dear, are a slut who spread her legs for the first man that came along!"

Judy never blinked: "My pregnancy was intentional, mother...it was the only way I could think of to get away from you and daddy!"

The flash of anger on her mother's face reminded her of her youth---she instinctively backed away so her mother couldn't slap her.

For the rest of the day, Judy stayed as far from her mother as possible. She watched with weary eyes as Maggie dominated Jenny's time and attention. She felt sorry for her daughter, but was thankful for the respite from all the negativity.

Just before the guests arrived for dinner, Jenny approached her mom, her pretty face was ashen white; her mood was somber.

"Mom," said a dispirited Jenny. "I've never seen grandma this bad...she's driving me crazy...she talks like a bitter old woman---she really needs to get laid, mom!"

Judy hid the shock of her daughter's words and simply replied, "You may be right, dear."

They heard the horses approach, and Jenny ran to greet her brother. When he dis-mounted, they hugged and Jenny kissed his cheek.

"Isn't it sweet the way they look after each other," Maggie said to Judy. "I don't think I've ever seen a brother-and-sister as close as they are---it's so pure and natural."

"You're absolutely right, mother---I've never seen anything quite like it either!" answered Judy. She watched until they broke the hug then saw it again---that tell-tale bulge in the front of her son's jeans.

I don't know how 'pure and natural' it is, mother, she thought to herself. What the hell is going on with those two? 

Inevitably, when a fresh group of tourists arrived, at some point during dinner, while watching the three pretty females serving them food and drink, someone would ask, "Are you all related?"

Maggie would take center stage and declare, "Why yes, we are...we represent three generations...over there is my daughter and the young one is my granddaughter...."

"Can you tell the difference?" she'd ask laughing.

A guest would always ask them to pose together for a photo. 

Invariably they'd say, "Maggie, the three of you are almost identical---you don't look any older than your daughter...what's your secret?"

Maggie would smile, turn up her nose and say, "A pure heart and mind...and clean, wholesome living...my daughter should try it sometime!"

The guests would roar with laughter while Judy felt a seething rage inside.

They were almost finished cleaning-up; she stood near Joe and tried to casually gauge his condition to see what might be in store for her that night in bed. 

Jenny came to them and said, "Nice meal tonight, daddy---everyone loved it!"

"Thanks, hon," he said. "Why don't you get ready for bed, I'll be there in a few minutes."

Jenny turned to her mother and whispered, "Mom, what is wrong with him? Every night he mistakes me for you."

"It's okay, dear...his meds are acting-up," replied Judy, failing to mention the huge quantity of alcohol he'd consumed.

She looked into her husband's eyes. He was deep in his zombie-trance. She marveled at how he could function when he was like that.

Suddenly she remembered Jenny's words earlier in the day: "Grandma really needs to get laid, mom!"

The idea struck her like a thunderclap. She never even hesitated.

Maggie was gathering up the remaining items to be taken back to the main camp. Judy hurried to the pick-up truck and climbed in beside Jenny in the front seat. There was not enough room for Maggie.

"What are you doing?" asked her mother.

"Mom, could you please do me a huge favor? Would you stay here tonight? My period is giving me unbelievable cramps---I need to soak in a bathtub in the worse way, but we only have a shower here...please, mom?" she lied to her mother.

"Where am I going to sleep?" she asked.

"My nightgown is on the chair near the bed...just put it on and climb into bed...."


Ooops, I Burned the Toast Ch. 01



"I am NOT sleeping with your husband!" she said emphatically.

"Turn the light off...he falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow," she lied again. "He won't even know you're there!"

Which was the absolute truth.

Maggie marched-up to Joe and said: "Looks like we're roomies tonight---I expect you to act like a total gentleman!"

He replied, "Get ready for bed---I'll be there in a minute, hon."

Hon? she wondered. He'd never called me that before.

Maggie found the nightgown where Judy had said; she briefly hesitated, then quickly stripped to her bra and panties, slipped the nightgown over her head, turned out the light and climbed beneath the bedspread.

She felt her heart pounding. The exhaustion she'd experienced only a few minutes earlier vanished. She was now wide awake. 

Joe came into the cabin and began undressing. To her relief, he didn't turn-on the light.

Suddenly, he yanked the bedspread off Maggie and fell on the bed next to her.

"What are you doing? It's cold in here!" she protested.

"Not for long..." he said.

He found her hand in the darkness, held it tightly then guided it to his crotch and pressed it hard against his erection. He forced her fingers around its girth then moved her hand back-and-forth over his turgid flesh. 

At first, her mind couldn't process what he was doing. It was so far removed from any of her life-experiences, several seconds went by before she realized his penis was in her hand and that it was hard as a rock, and most of all---it was HUGE.

She broke free of his grip and pulled her hand away from his penis like it was fire.

"STOP IT, JOE---STOP IT...I'M NOT YOUR SLUTTY WIFE---I'M HER MOTHER---IT'S ME, JOE---IT"S MAGGIE---STOP THIS IMMEDIATELY!!"

Joe paused and Maggie exhaled a sigh of relief. 

Then she heard him chuckle and say, "Oh yeah, baby, I love this game---you know how hot it makes me when you act like your tight-assed mother!"

He found the hem of her nightgown and pushed it all the way to her shoulders. His hands pawed her body; he squeezed her breasts thru the brassiere; his hand dove between her slightly spread legs and roughly massaged her pussy thru the cotton panties.

Maggie thought she was going to be sick. No man had ever taken such liberties with her body like this---not even her husband.

"STOP IT—STOP IT—NOOOOOO...."

She heard him chuckle again.

"Oh, baby, you're the best---you're even wearing her old-lady-underwear!"

Joe gripped the strap of her bra, tore it open, yanked it from her body and flung it across the room.

When she felt his strong hands clutching the waistband of her panties, Maggie fought back with all the ferocity she could muster.

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME! JOEY IT'S ME---IT'S MAGGIE---STOP THIS NOW!"

He ripped her panties to shreds; the remnants floated to the floor beside the discarded brassiere. 

Maggie twisted and squirmed and desperately closed her thighs. She began pounding his shoulders and back with her tiny fists of fury.

He deftly forced her arms straight above her head, and raised the hem of the nightgown over her head and arms. He found the seams and made two long rope-like strands and tied them together. He maneuvered her arms under the iron pole of the bedframe then forced them straight up. 

Her flailing arms were useless to her now; her head and arms were trapped inside the nightgown.

Joe's hands found and kneaded her round breasts; he kissed and licked her quivering flesh. He took first one nipple between his lips, lightly nipped at it until it was hard then worked her other nipple into a hardened point.

His rough, strong hands easily pushed apart her tightly clenched thighs. 

"JOEY, NO---NOOOOOOOOOO...." she cried-out when she felt the cool night air rush against her lewdly exposed pussy.

The heat in her crotch spread thru-out her trembling body. She groaned as his fingers lightly stroked her labia. 

He laughed in the darkness and said, "Your pussy is wetter than a bitch-in-heat..."

Maggie felt the mattress sag beneath their weight as Joe positioned himself between her open legs. When his lips came in contact with her 'lady-parts' her heart pounded and her blood pressure rose to a fever-pitch.

Oh my God, she thought. He's not really going to do THAT to me, is he? He's insane---he really believes he's with Judy! 

She didn't have to wait long for an answer. His tongue licked the folds of her sex then burrowed itself inside her drenched pussy. His thick, snakelike tongue relentlessly lathered and lapped at her cunt. 

"NOOOOOOOO...JOEY, NOOOOOOOOOOOO...STOP...Oh, God---oh my---please stop!"

His finger touched her clitoris and her body shook and spasmed. He slowly massaged the tiny nub into a hardened point.

Maggie was beside herself; involuntarily, her hips began a slow, obscene undulation. Her buttocks clenched and unclenched; she was all-to-aware of the perverted lust growing stronger deep in her loins.

"Unnngggghhhh..." she moaned. "Stop this, Joey----please stop this right now...."

"You're going to thank me for this, you frigid bitch..." he hissed.

His mouth found her clit, trapped it between his lips and ran his tongue slowly over and around the ultra-sensitive bud.

"N-Nooooooooooooo...." she groaned. But her body betrayed her; she inexplicably found herself thrusting her hips upward to meet his wonderful tongue.

She was close to orgasm. Joe sensed he had conquered her; made her a willing slave to her pent-up lust and desire.

"Beg me to eat your cunt, you old bitch!" he taunted her.

"NNOOOoooooooooo...." she whimpered. She couldn't allow herself to give in to temptation. 

She was grinding her pussy against his mouth and tongue. Her belly was heaving; the hardened nipples on her breasts were aching. Suddenly, Joe pulled back.

"BEG ME TO EAT YOUR CUNT---I WON"T LET YOU CUM UNTIL I HEAR YOU SAY IT!!"

"OH GOD," she cried-out when he removed his mouth from her. "No, please---I need your mouth!"

"I KNOW YOU WANT IT, YOU OLD WHORE---YOU'RE A BIGGER SLUT THAN YOUR DAUGHTER, AREN'T YOU?"

He lightly nipped at her clit with his teeth. Her body shook with convulsions.

"YES—YES---FORGIVE ME GOD---I'M A WHORE AND A SLUT---OH GOD, YES---EAT MY CUNT, JOEY---PLEASE EAT MY CUNT---PLEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ...."

Joe gripped her buttocks in his hands and lifted her hips off the bed. He buried his face in her pussy then abruptly licked down the crevice leading to her anus. He licked at her rosebud, making it wet with the flowing juices from her pussy.

Her mind screamed: WHAT IS HE DOING? NO---NO---NOT THERE----GOD WILL STRIKE US BOTH DEAD!

His tongue curled into a point and he slowly pushed it into her asshole.

"JOEY---NO—NO...." she said. She suddenly began sobbing. 

Joe took her clit between thumb-and-forefinger and gently stroked and massaged it. He buried his face between her upturned buttocks and his long tongue slithered deeply into her asshole. 

He lathered the walls of her asshole with his saliva. He gripped her clit harder and jerked it like it was a tiny cock.

Maggie's eyes flew open; her body went rigid, and for a brief moment she was motionless.

Then her head exploded; her body thrashed wildly about the mattress. It took all of Joe's strength to hold her in place and continue his ministrations to the most private parts of her body.

"UUUUHHHHHNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH----OH-GOD---OH-GOD----OH-GOD-----OH-OH-OH----YES-YES-YES---THANK YOU, JESUS---THANK-YOU---THANK-YOU---THANK-YOUUUUUUUUUUU...."

As soon as the exquisite pleasure subsided, she was consumed with overwhelming shame, but there was no time for self-recriminations: she felt the bed sag, opened her eyes and thru the fabric of the nightgown, she saw Joey position himself between her still-wide open thighs.

She weakly protested when she felt the knob of his cock push apart her slippery pussy-lips.

"Joey, please no...we can't—you can't....I'M YOUR MOTHER-IN-LAW FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!"

"Oh, baby, you're good...this game's got me hornier than ever...wrap those legs around me and give me a good fuck, hon."

Oh, no, thought Maggie. This can't be happening---this is so very wrong!

Joe didn't wait for her to respond. He lifted her legs in his powerful hands and placed them over his shoulders.

In one long, hard thrust, he buried his cock to the hilt. 

"OH MY GOD," she cried-out when she felt her pussy filled with the biggest penis she'd ever had.

He waited for her to respond. When the walls of her pussy closed around and engulfed his throbbing cock, he slowly withdrew until the head was just inside then he brutally lunged forward again.

His thrust knocked the wind out of Maggie. All thoughts of protest were gone. She wanted, no, she needed him to use her like the slut she was; she'd never felt so wonderfully wicked in her life. 

"SWEET JESUS, BABY!" he shouted. "Goddamn, your pussy is tight tonight...tell me you want it, baby!"

"OOhhhhh, God...oooooooo, yessssss...oh sweetie, I love your big cock---make momma your whore, sweetie---please fuck me hard, Joey!"

"I'm gonna make you my cum-slut, you old cunt...you're gonna beg me to fuck you every day!"

His crude words sent jolting thrills of ecstacy shooting thru her sweaty and aching body.

She moaned, "Now, Joey...now."

Her legs, wrapped tightly around his back, pulled him inside her. He groaned, withdrew then she pulled him harder back inside her again.

They found their rhythm. The fucking was hard and nasty; when she felt his heavy balls slapping her upturned buttocks it drove her insane with lust. 

She whimpered in frustration; she wanted to throw her arms around his muscular shoulders; she wanted to kiss his lips, but her arms and face were still trapped inside the nightgown.

He plowed into her without mercy---she took it all and wanted more.

Her mind was swimming in pleasure. She never knew fucking could be like this; she fell head-over-heels in love with Joe's big, hard, nasty cock that filled her cunt so completely.

The room was a cacophony of grunts and groans and shouts of excitement and joy.

They were straining towards climax. They babbled incoherently and fucked harder-and-faster.

Suddenly, Maggie felt her son's cock expand the walls of her cunt even wider. His long and measured strokes became jackhammer-like thrusts. She gripped her legs tighter around his back; she pulled him into her with a never-before-known-urgency.

They cried-out in unison; the small animals outside the cabin scattered and scurried back into the forest.

Their bodies shook and jerked and bucked out-of-control. He blasted hot sperm and semen into her with such force she came not once, but several times. Over-and-over she shook with delicious waves of pleasure. She loved the feel of his hot cum filling her tightly clasping cunt.

Years of unhappiness and frustration were briefly forgotten in the most wonderful and mind-blowing fucking she'd ever received. 

When he climbed off her she thought he'd free her arms and face from the nightgown, but he lay down beside her and almost instantly began softly snoring.

She lay awake, listening to his breathing, moving her hands and arms in such a way as to finally break loose from her restraint.

Her hand moved down to her pussy and felt the river of semen oozing from inside her. She almost fell off the bed when she tried to stand. 

In the bathroom, she sat on the toilet and cleaned herself; simply amazed at the amount of sperm and semen leaking from inside her.

He was snoring louder when she crawled into bed beside him. He wasn't too loud, though, no, that is not what kept her awake.

Her mind wouldn't let her rest: 

The man is positively insane---he really thought I was Judy; he truly believed he was having sex with his wife. 

My poor, poor daughter...how long has Joe been crazy? He seems perfectly fine during the rest of the day. 

I wonder if he's dangerous? Has he hurt my daughter? I remember the morning she could barely sit down...I bet he beat her---he must have at the very least given her a terrible spanking!

My God, this is horrible! What are we going to do?

When sleep finally came, the last thing she saw was the alarm clock that read 2:15.

Something was crawling on her flesh; pinching, squeezing her breasts. She was groggy; still mostly asleep. She tried to swat whatever-it-was away from her body but suddenly, 'it' gripped her hand and she could move her arm.

She awoke with a start. The nightgown was raised up to her neck and Joe was licking her breasts and pinching her nipples. 

"Unnnggghhh---no—this isn't right...." she groaned. She remembered he was insane; that he might be dangerous. Her heart pounded and a cold shiver ran thru her entire body.

When she felt his hand move down her belly to her crotch, she opened her legs for him.

She lay back, and decided to comply with whatever demands he made of her. 

He could be violent, she thought. Please, Lord, help me get thru this night without him hurting me!

A moan escaped her parted lips as he slowly stroked the folds of her cunt. Her pussy, having a mind of its own, instantly became wet.

She heard him chuckle in the darkness. He shifted on the mattress; she was all-too-aware that his knees were now on either side of her head. 

Without warning she felt the bulbous knob of his hard penis lightly rub her closed lips. Panic ensued. 

OH MY GOD---HE CAN'T EXPECT ME TO DO THAT, CAN HE?

"Open wide for daddy, baby...get it good and hard and then I'll let you ride it," he said in a low, guttural voice.

His unnatural voice scared her. She wet her lips then kissed his cockhead. Tentatively, she pressed her tongue to his hot flesh. She lathered his knob with her saliva. 

He suddenly pushed forward and three-inches of his hard cock slid into her mouth.

"You know how I like it, baby---keep your tongue moving...oh, yes...yes, that's goooooood...."

She licked at the pre-cum oozing from his slit, and to her surprise, discovered it wasn't horrible tasting. His flesh was hot and smooth and she gave into her basest instincts. She kissed and licked the hard cock of her son; she felt her pussy spasm. 

As abruptly as he'd begun, he suddenly pulled out of her mouth, rolled beside her on the bed, and pulled her on top of him in one effortless move. A shiver raced up her spine when his cockhead pressed against the slippery lips of her pussy.

"Put it in, for me baby...ride daddy's cock...give Joey a good fuck, you sweet little whore!"

Maggie's eyes flew open as she slowly lowered herself on Joe's long cock. She groaned, but stifled herself from screaming out loud. Delicious jolts of hot electricity shot from every nerve-ending in her body.

"Yessssssssss," she hissed when she felt his curly pubic hairs on the tender flesh of her buttocks.

She began to rise upwards, but his hands held her in place. She groaned and whimpered in frustration.

"Tell Joey his slut-girl wants to fuck his big cock," he demanded. He flexed his cock, expanding it even wider in her tight pussy.

"OOooooooooo---Goddddd...yes...OH SWEET JESUS---YES---OH GOD YES---I WANT YOUR BIG, HARD COCK IN MY PUSSY, JOEY---I'M YOUR SLUT-GIRL, JOEY---FUCK MY HOT PUSSY JOEYYYYYYYYYY...."

When his hands allowed; she rose-and-fell on his cock like a madwoman. Not a single-thought entered her mind except the intense pleasure she felt between her wide-splayed thighs.

She'd never felt so full of cock in her life and she couldn't get enough of it.

She furiously slid her pussy up-and-down Joey's magnificently hot steel pole. She grunted and groaned with every thrust of her hips as she impaled herself on his wonderful log of flesh.

"PLAY WITH YOUR CLIT, YOU WHORE...DO IT---RUB YOUR CLITTY!!!"

"UUUUNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHH," she cried out when she rolled her clitoris between thumb and forefinger.

She was a lump of flesh. Mindlessly raising and lowering her hips; all that mattered was the wonderful sensations coursing thru-out her perspiring body.

Suddenly, she felt his hands capture her wildly swinging breasts; his fingers teased the hard, pointy nipples. He clasped them between his fingers, waited until she lowered herself and her cunt swallowed his entire cock, and then he pinched the nipples hard.

"AAAHHHHHHHH----SWEET JESUS----OH MY GOD---YES-YES-YES-FILL ME WITH YOUR LOVE, SWEET JESUS---OH MY GOD I'VE NEVER FELT ANYTHING LIKE THIS IN MY LIFE----FILL ME WITH CUM, JESUS----YES-OH YES---FILL MY PUSSY WITH YOUR LOVE---YES-YES-YESSSSSSSSSSSSS...."

Her husband was busy near the grill when they drove up in the van. He waved when they emerged, then suddenly did a double-take at Judy. She walked to him, amused by the puzzled expression on his face.

"Good morning, sweetie," she said with a smile.

"Wait a minute," he frowned. "What, ah...did you spend the night at the base?"

"Yes, dear---I wasn't feeling very well," she answered.

"Well, uh...who was that sleeping next to me?" he asked.

"Oh, that was mother...was she a bother, dear?" asked Judy.

"Well, no, not really...I was dead-tired, I didn't even know she was there," he replied.

"Oh that's good, sweetie...where is she now?" inquired the smiling blonde.

"She was still sleeping when I left the cabin," he said.

She could have slept forever but the voices and movements outside the cabin woke her.

Her feet were unsteady; she had to concentrate hard on the simple act of walking to the bathroom. She peed and when she wiped she felt the swollen lips of her sex. There was a pleasant aching feeling 'down there.' 

The steaming hot water of the shower felt wonderful on her grimy and sticky skin. She slowly came awake. She could not avoid thinking about what she and her son had done just a few hours ago. Shame and guilt overwhelmed her.

She suddenly blurted out loud, "He didn't know who I was...he really thought I was his wife! My poor, dear, daughter---her husband is a psycho!"

These thoughts played over-and-over in her mind as she dried herself. 

A statement her granddaughter had said suddenly occurred to her: "Something's wrong with daddy, grandma---he thought I was mom when I was talking with him...."

Maggie violently shivered. An idea so abhorrent, so despicable invaded her thoughts.

Did Judy arrange this on purpose? Would my own daughter set me up to be almost raped by her husband? No, impossible, she refused to believe it.

Maggie opened the medicine cabinet looking for toothpaste, and Judy's toothbrush. She found them, and just before she closed the cabinet she saw two tampons. She closed the door and brushed her teeth.

She was rinsing her mouth when she said out loud: "HOLY CRAP!"

Wait a minute, this isn't right, she thought. Her daughter had NEVER had a problem in her life with her period---Judy NEVER complained of feeling bad, or having cramps!

How could she suddenly have cramps last night for the first time in her life? A deep sense of foreboding washed over Maggie's trembling body. 

She hurried to dress, and remembered Joe had torn her under-things to shreds. She searched the drawers and found Judy's lingerie. She selected what she knew to be her daughter's favorite matching bra and panties. They were a perfect fit.

She didn't want to wear the same slacks and blouse as the day before, and found a sundress she liked.

As she walked out the door of the cabin, the cold, hard reality of what happened last night caused her mind to scream: THAT GODDAMN, WHORE-OF-A-DAUGHTER KNEW EXACTLY WHAT WOULD HAPPEN TO ME LAST NIGHT!

She spotted Judy standing with Joe. She walked towards them feeling a rage so strong she vowed she would grab her daughter by the throat and strangle her.

Twenty-feet away she stopped cold in her tracks. Physically hurting her would be too easy, thought Maggie. 




Ooops, I Burned the Toast Ch. 01



She took a deep breath, and worked the frown on her face slowly into a smile. 

Judy had been sure her mother would be livid with rage so she stood on the opposite side of Joe, out of her mother's reach. 

She walked directly to her son, tousled his hair, kissed him on the cheek and exclaimed, "Good morning, Joey---what a wonderful day----I feel so refreshed--- and so ALIVE!"

Maggie leveled a cold stare at her daughter. Judy could only hold 'the look' from her mother for a few seconds before she cast her eyes downward.

"Judy, dear, fetch me some coffee," Maggie said condescendingly.

"Y-Yes, mother," replied Judy.

She was pouring coffee into her mother's cup when she heard laughter from one of the tables. She looked-up and saw the twins sitting together eating breakfast. Jenny was all smiles and giggles.

They're sitting awfully close to one another, she thought. 

Judy took three-steps in the direction of her mother when she glanced towards her children. From that angle, she could see underneath the long picnic table.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood straight. She couldn't believe her eyes. Jenny's hand was on Jeffey's thigh, and she appeared to be squeezing and stroking it.

"JEFFY," she called-out to her son. "Shouldn't you be helping with the horses?"

"I'm almost done eating, mom," he answered.

"Well, hurry-up and go do your job!" she said angrily.

Jeffy ate two more bites of food then stood. He smiled at his sister and said something Judy couldn't hear.

Judy heard her daughter say out loud, "Yes, my jefe!"

She pronounced the 'j' in Jeffy as an 'h.'

Jenny giggled and Judy's eyes bugged-wide when she saw the bulge in her son's jeans.

OH MY GOD!! screamed her mind. What in hell have these two been doing together? She literally felt her skin crawl.

When Jeffy walked toward the stables, Judy went to her mother with the coffee cup in a trembling hand; hoping she hadn't seen her grandson's excitement.

Maggie was standing away from Joe, as he concentrated on cooking the breakfast meat's for the guests. She took the cup from Judy, sipped at the coffee then motioned for her daughter to sit at a table.

Her mother sat across from her staring again. Her eyes were narrow, pointed darts.

Maggie broke the silence and said, "My God, Judy, this is one sick and depraved family!"

The younger woman hadn't blushed in a long time, but now her face was beet-red.

Her mother continued: "Do you hate me so much that you'd intentionally allow your insane husband to have his way with me?"

"Mom---no, it's not like that," Judy protested. "It was an accident, really, I didn't feel well!"

"That's horseshit, Judy, and you know it!" spat Maggie. Judy was shocked to hear her mother swear. "You've NEVER had a problem with your periods...why did you do this to me, dear?"

The younger woman couldn't think of anything to say; in panic, she blurted-out the first thing that came to mind.

"It was Jenny's fault---she's the one who said you were a bitter old woman who needed to get laid!" she said, regretting it the moment she heard herself say it.

A sad smile crossed Maggie's lips as she slowly shook her head.

"You're blaming your eighteen-year-old daughter for this? That is pitiful, Judy---you're pathetic!"

"Mom...I'm sorry...I really truly thought it would be good for you...you've been miserable ever since you moved-in with us...and the way Joe is now, well, it's kind of perfect, if you think about it."

"What the hell is wrong with him anyway?" asked Maggie. "He did all those things to me and still thought I was you."

Judy described what the VA doctors had told her. She also told her mother about the effects alcohol had on Joe when it mixed with his meds.

"Yes, I've seen that 'look' in his eyes," said Maggie. "...but he walks and talks like he's normal---how sad!"

"Mother," said Judy softly. "May I ask you a personal question?"

"What is it, dear," replied Maggie.

"Did, uh..." stammered Judy, "...was it good for you? Did you like it?"

Maggie stared at her daughter thru bright, clear eyes and waited to answer. The very thought of what had taken place caused her panties to become moist. Then she said: "That's none of your business, dear."

They heard the guests beginning to arrive for breakfast and went about their daily routines.

The two women sat side-by-side eating supper. Several tables away they watched Jenny and Jeffy eating, as well.

They drank wine and talked like they'd never talked before. Judy didn't remember many mother-daughter conversations. They had all been one sided: "I'm your mother---do as I say."

Joe came over and re-filled their glasses. Judy wasn't sure, but it seemed to be her mother's third or fourth glass. She couldn't remember her mother ever drinking at all.

"You know, dear," said Maggie, motioning at the twins. "I'm shocked you haven't put a stop to their disgusting behavior...that son of yours gets a hard-on whenever he's near his sister...."

"Mother, yesterday you said it was 'pure and natural'...." said Judy. "Yes...I know something's wrong, but I don't know what to do...."

"Very typical, of you, dear...avoiding the difficult problems then forgetting about them completely by lying on your back with your legs spread wide for your husband."

Just then, the guests started arriving for supper. Maggie got up from the table and said one last thing to her daughter before she went to work.

"You're not only a cheap whore, dear---but a terrible mother, too!"

Judy felt like she'd been sucker-punched. She almost fell when she stood. She composed herself and went about her job.

She consciously avoided her mother. The one time she came in close contact with her, Maggie said to her: "Tonight, you go back to the camp with the kids and deal with their problem...I'll spend the night here...the way Joey fucked me last night it's obvious you can't satisfy him...."

Judy saw stars before her eyes. She was numb. A boiling anger and rage washed thru her entire body.

She walked to the grill where Joe was busy cooking steaks. She saw the Texas toast on the side of the grill.

"I'll take care of the toast, sweetie," she said.

Over-and-over she heard her mother's voice in her head: "You're not only a cheap whore, dear---but a terrible mother, too!"

With Joe's back to her, she pressed the spatula down hard on two pieces of toast.

When they were blackened on the bottom, she tapped Joe on the shoulder. It startled her to see his blank gaze so early in the evening. 

She said to him, "Ooops, sorry I burned the toast, hon."

His dead-eyes caused her to shiver in fear.

In the most ominous tone of voice she'd heard from him yet, he said, "After tonight, I guarantee you'll never burn the toast again!"

Judy sang and hummed her favorite song the rest of the evening. 



Ooops, I Burned the Toast Ch. 02



As the van pulled away from camp, Judy saw her mother approach Joe. She watched Joe say something, and her mother turn away from him with a slight smile on her face.

She was sure Joe had said, "Prepare yourself for bed" and that her mother was smiling in anticipation of the night of sex ahead of her. 

Little did Maggie know the kind of night she was truly going to experience. 

Judy felt no regrets for setting-up her mother. Her mother's hateful words still echoed in her head, "You're not only a cheap whore, dear---but a terrible mother, too!"

Then she thought of her husband's reaction to her misdeed, and the menacing tone in his voice when he'd said, "After tonight, I guarantee you'll never burn the toast again!"

She wondered if Joe would spank her mother with his hand, or use his thick, leather belt. Either way, it was going to be a spanking her mother would never forget. 

The van drove into the forest of thick trees and the lights from the camp disappeared. Except for the headlights of the van, it was pitch-black inside and out.

Judy suddenly heard her daughter giggle and say, "Ooooo, Jeffy---you're a bad, bad boy...." then more giggling.

"What are you two doing?" she asked, straining to see what the laughter was about, only to see two silhouettes in the darkness.

"Nothing, mother...." was her daughter's reply, followed by more giggling.

Judy's blood pressure steadily rose during the fifteen-minute drive. A constant stream of "Oooo's and ahhhh's" from Jenny's mouth set her on edge. 

She couldn't see what the twins were doing, but they sounded more like boyfriend/girlfriend than brother/sister. 

This is not good, thought Judy. I should really speak to them when we get home.

But when the van driver stopped in front of their small house and dropped them off, the three went inside and all Judy said was, "It's late---get some sleep," then she went to the master bedroom and closed the door behind her.

Judy stripped and pulled her cotton nightgown over her head. As was her custom, she wore no underwear.

She closed her eyes but falling asleep was going to prove to be difficult tonight. She thought of her mother stretched across Joe's lap, her nightgown raised to her shoulders, the thick, leather belt coming down hard on her round buttocks.

Judy pulled the hem of her nightgown upwards until it uncovered her lower body. She parted her thighs as her hand moved over her taut belly then found the wetness between her legs. She used two fingers and slowly massaged her nether lips.

She groaned in the darkness. She could almost hear her husband's belt spanking her mother's soft flesh.

SMACK!! Followed by a surprised yelp of pain. SMACK!! SMACK!! Now Judy heard the groans of her mother. SMACK!! SMACK!! It sounded so real; Judy's fingers swam in her wetness.

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! Judy stopped herself and bolted upright.

Oh my God, that noise is real...what the hell are the kids doing out there?

Judy quickly rolled out of bed, her nightgown falling back into place. SMACK!! She heard it again followed by the unmistakable sound of Jenny crying out.

She flung open the door leading to the living room, where three twin beds were separated by partitions; where her mother and the twins slept.

Her hand felt the wall for the switch. Suddenly the loudest SMACK!! of all echoed thru-out the room. Jenny cried out in the darkness.

Judy found the switch and was momentarily blinded by the sudden light. When she was able to focus, she couldn't believe her eyes: Jeffy was sitting on the edge of his bed, and across his lap lay his naked sister. 

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? STOP IT---STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!!" she screamed at her kids.

Jenny, still lying across her brother's lap raised her head and stared at her mother with a slight smile on her face.

"Oh, isn't this what daddy's doing to grandma tonight---possibly right now, as we speak?" Jenny asked with wide-eyed innocence.

Jeffy helped his sister to stand then she sat beside him on the bed. They both smiled when they saw their mother's eyes stare directly at Jeffy's erection.

Jenny's small hand wrapped itself around his shaft and slowly began stroking her brother's cock. Judy's jaw dropped open; she absolutely couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"Jeffy has a stiffy---isn't it beautiful, mother?" Jenny teasingly asked her mother.

"WHAT KIND OF PERVERTS ARE YOU? TAKE YOUR HAND OFF YOUR BROTHER!"

Jenny smiled and said, "I don't think so, mother, if I did that then his boner would go away...as a matter-of-fact, I know it would help him stay hard if he saw you naked---take off your nightgown, mother...show Jeffy your body."

Judy stared at her daughter in disbelief and asked: "Are you two 'high' on drugs? Are you completely crazy?"

"Mother," Jenny sighed, "...this is getting tiresome---take off your nightgown now, or we'll download the photos of you and grandpa and the whole world will get to see you sucking your daddy's cock!"

It was like a heavyweight fighter had struck her hard in the belly. She gasped for breath; her face as red as it has ever been.

"W-What on earth are you talking about? I n-never did anything like that!" she stammered.

The twins laughed out loud. 

Jenny spoke: "See the top envelope on the table?" she asked, pointing to two manila 8-by-11envelopes. "Open it and look at the photos...it's amazing how clearly cell phone photos appear...have you forgotten about the week we stayed at their house last year, just before grandpa died?"

OH MY GOD! screamed the voice in Judy's head, as a violent shiver raced up her spine. She'd been sure no one knew what was going on.

"You two were so predictable---maybe you can try to explain to grandma and daddy where you went every night at 8pm...really, mother, naked and kneeling between your father's legs with his tiny dick in your mouth? At least grandpa died a happy man!" said her daughter.

Judy's face went from beet-red to ashen-white. She didn't want to look at the photos. She already knew what she'd see. This was bad---worse than bad. She didn't know what to say. 

"Kids, please---you don't understand what your grandfather did to me all those years...he was an awful man...please, let's talk about this," pleaded Judy.

"Off with your nightgown, mother---NOW!" shouted Jenny.

There was no way in the world she could allow ANYONE to see those photos---they would never understand in a million years.

Her trembling fingers found the hem of her nightgown and slowly lifted it up and over her head. She dropped it to the floor with a sigh of resignation.

She stared at the floor, not able to look her children in the eyes, as her son and daughter drank in her nudity. 

"Come over here, mother," she heard Jenny say.

She stood a few feet from them and Jenny said, "Closer---and stand with your legs apart!"

Judy closed her eyes as shame and embarrassment overwhelmed her. Here she was, standing naked before her children, and now they could see her wetness 'down there.' 

Her eyes remained closed when she felt fingers open the lips of her sex. She'd never felt such utter humiliation in her life. By the soft touch, she guessed it was Jenny's hand between her legs. 

Suddenly, the fingers found her clitoris and stroked it. She jumped and jerked her hips in response, but she didn't pull away.

"Look at Jeffy's penis, mother...tell him he has a beautiful penis."

She was afraid to open her eyes, but she had no choice. Her gaze fixed on her sons' hard cock. 

Oh my God, yes, it's beautiful, she thought.

"Say it, mother!" Jenny commanded.

"Oh God...J-Jeffy, your penis is beautiful...."

"Ask Jeffy if you can get on your knees and suck it, mother...go ahead---ask him!"

Judy stifled a gasp; she felt her eyes fill with tears. This was a defining moment in her life---she knew their family would never be the same again. But what choice did she have?

"Jeffy," she said, choking back her tears. "I want to get on my knees and suck your beautiful penis, dear...please, let me suck it."

"Yes, I would like that, mother---get on your knees and do it---do it now!" she heard her son say.

She dropped to her knees and before she could kiss his hardness, Jenny's hand held his scrotum and presented it to her face.

"Look how big and swollen his balls are, mother, I've only allowed him to cum once today...I had a feeling today would be the day we included you into our games...ask him if you can lick his balls, mother...you want to lick your baby boy's balls, don't you mother?"

Judy choked back another sob. Her daughter was forcing her to totally humiliate herself before their eyes. She suddenly realized what sort of relationship she'd have from now on with her kids. She would have to demean herself, and submit to her own children's sick demands.

"Yes..." she said; and to her dismay, she actually did want to kiss and lick her son's balls. "Jeffy, let me lick your balls...please?"

"You may lick my balls, mother," he said triumphantly. His virile, young cock throbbed and pulsated; having his pretty mother in this position excited him like never before---even when his sister begged him to let her lick his balls and suck his cock.

The musky, manly aroma rising from his crotch filled her nostrils, causing her eyelids to flutter, and her senses to swoon with delight. She breathed-in deeply thru her nose; she loved her son's smell as much as her husbands.

Jenny still held Jeffy's scrotum. She said, "Here mother, hold your son's balls."

Judy swooned one more time as she took his scrotum from Jenny, and gently held it in her hand. Her fingers delicately massaged her son's balls. It was so wickedly delicious she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his flesh. Her tongue lapped at his salty skin, she covered his scrotum with her saliva. 

Jenny stood beside her. She heard the clicking of her daughter's cell phone camera.

"Jenny, please don't do that---please?" she pleaded with her daughter.

"Don't worry, mother...no one will see these photos---unless, you disobey us...now take his penis in your mouth, mother...suck your son's cock!"

The blood drained from her face as she realized there was no way out of this. Her own children were blackmailing her to become as perverted as them. 

She lowered her head, opened her mouth, and moistened her lips with her tongue. When she slid her lips over her son's bulbous cockhead, she moaned from the unexpected jolts of pleasure that coursed thru her body.

The heat she'd felt earlier in her pussy returned stronger than before. She took four-inches of cock between her lips before it struck the back of her mouth. She tasted his pre-cum and groaned into his hot flesh. 

Her tongue busied itself on his throbbing hardness. She groaned again---she was vanquished---she loved the taste of her son's hard penis. Now all she could think about was giving him pleasure.

I'm going to give my baby boy the best blowjob he's ever had, she told herself.

She grasped the shaft of his cock in one hand, and began stroking him in time with her sucking. Her tongue never wavered, never left his hot flesh. When a deep growl of satisfaction escaped his throat, she felt proud that she could give her son so much pleasure.

Judy's hips twisted and squirmed when she felt her daughter's fingers stroking her lips and clit. Jenny was kneeling behind her, using her hand on her mother's dripping cunt.

This is sooo dirty, she told herself: Sucking my own son's cock while my daughter plays with my pussy. Oh God, it feels sooo good though!

When she felt her son's hips begin to thrust upward, forcing more of his cock into her greedily sucking mouth, she increased the tempo of her hand as her mouth moved rapidly up-and-down his expanding pole.

Pre-cum oozed from his slit and she lapped-up every drop. Her tongue was coated with his savory juices. The taste and aroma from his crotch sent her mind reeling with indescribable pleasure.

Jenny's skilled fingers were bringing her close to orgasm. She sucked wildly on Jeffe's rock-hard pole of flesh. Suddenly, she felt Jeffe's hands hold her head in place and he bucked and jerked and loudly shouted his climax had arrived.

Jenny pinched her mother's stiff nipples and furiously stroked her elongated clitoris. Her orgasm rocked her body and mind. Jeffe's big cock prevented her from crying-out. Indeed, she forced herself to concentrate on swallowing his sperm and semen so she wouldn't drown or suffocate.

Her hips and torso shook violently with her climax; her tongue lapped at his cock-slit, enabling her to catch his manly ejaculations with the flat of her tongue and swallowing it directly from there.

Her body shivered and shook with spasm-after-spasm. The intensity of her orgasm caused her momentary guilt and shame. She briefly thought herself to be wicked and evil. One of the greatest orgasms of her life came with her mouth full of her son's cock, while her daughter masturbated her. 

It doesn't get more depraved than this, she thought to herself. Maggie was right: I am a cheap slut and a terrible mother!

Jeffe's deflated penis slid from her semen-soaked lips. Judy was gasping for air when she felt Jenny push her onto her back and immediately climb on top of her. Jenny urgently pushed apart her legs until she felt her daughter's sopping cunt pressing against her thigh.

Like a madwoman completely out of control, Jenny mashed her pussy on her mother's soft flesh and furiously ground her cunt up-and-down Judy's thigh. The girl was using her mother's thigh to masturbate. 

To her surprise, Judy found herself slightly crooking her leg and pressing it into Jenny's crotch to give her better access. Jenny frantically rubbed her pussy on her mother's leg until she erupted with screams and shouts of her own. Judy felt her daughter's wetness covering every inch of her thigh.

Jenny collapsed on her mother. Judy wrapped her arms around her daughter and held her close. Their eyes opened at the same time. They lovingly gazed at each other. Jenny lowered her face and kissed her mother full on the lips; a long, lingering kiss of love and devotion.

Jenny smiled at Judy then asked her: "So mother, what is daddy doing to grandma tonight?"

Judy's face flushed scarlet; she averted her eyes from her daughter's.

"N-Nothing---I don't know what you're talking about!" answered Judy.

"Mother, I saw you deliberately burn the toast...I heard daddy say you'd regret it...then you tricked grandma into staying behind...what is daddy doing to grandma tonight?"

Tears filled Judy's eyes. "I-I didn't mean to---well, you know, sometimes she makes me so mad...."

"Mother," sighed Jenny, "...you belong to me and Jeffe now...we will show everyone the photos of you and grandpa, and now, we have pictures of you sucking your own son's cock---do not lie to us, mother...whenever we ask you something you will tell us the truth---OR ELSE!"

"Sweetie, please, this is wrong...we can't---"

"WHAT IS DADDY DOING TO GRANDMA TONIGHT?" the younger woman shouted at her mother.

Teardrops rolled down the sides of Judy's face.

"He's, uh, he's punishing her...." Judy said in barely a whisper.

"With his hand or, his belt?" asked Jenny.

"I-I don't know," answered Judy.

"You know daddy's moods better than anyone, mother...do you think he's using his hand or his belt?"

"H-His belt...."

"And then what will he do?"

"He's not well, dear---he's sick---he's not himself."

"After he spanks her with his belt---what will he do to her?"

Judy fought off a sob.

"He'll, uh, he'll have sex with her...."

"In her pussy or her ass? Or will he make her suck it?"

Judy's eyes flashed wide with indignation.

"How can you ask me such a thing? That is revolting!"

"Jeffe, mother-dear doesn't seem to understand that we mean business...go ahead and post that one picture of her with grandpa's cock in her mouth, the one you can't see his face...everyone will know it's not daddy's cock by how small it is, but I'll bet grandma will recognize it!"

Jeffe quickly stood and Judy immediately began talking.

"In her, uh 'bottom', said Judy.

Jenny laughed and said, "You're such a prude, mother...you know what I want to hear----SAY IT!"

Judy closed her eyes and with a catch in her throat said, "...he'll spank her with his belt then he'll fuck her in the ass."

"Good girl, mother," said her daughter as she stood and offered her mother her hand and helped her to her feet. "We'll all be more comfy in your bedroom...you know, for your punishment, mother."

"Huh? What are you talking about?" she asked her daughter.

"Grandma didn't burn the toast, mother---you did! It's only fair you receive the same treatment tonight that she's getting from daddy."

"WHAT? No—no, this isn't right!" she protested in panic. "I'm still your mother, dammit---you can't treat me like this!"

Judy shivered when Jenny flashed her the oddest smile she'd ever seen.

"After tonight, mother, you're going to be our bitch...and I have a strong hunch that you're going to love it!" said Jenny. 

Then, pointing at Jeffe she added, "Besides, you don't want to disappoint your son, do you? Look how much he's looking forward to tonight!"

Judy looked where Jenny was pointing---it was at her son's dangling cock and balls. She became red-faced, but couldn't look away; her baby boy's penis was becoming erect before her eyes, it stood straight-out from his crotch.

Jenny flipped-on the light switch in the bedroom and Judy immediately protested.

"Please, sweetie, your father and I never have the lights on when we're, uh...well, you know."

"Get used to it, mother, Jeffe and I love seeing each other naked...and you should be proud of the way he's staring at you, too!"

Judy had forgotten she was totally nude in front of her children, and suddenly tried to shield her breasts and crotch with her hands.

The twins broke out in laughter.

"Mother, please," laughed Jenny. "It's a little late for modesty, isn't it?"

Jenny went to her parent's closet and found her father's old leather belt. A shiver of fear raced-up Judy's spine when she saw it; it was the same belt her own father had used on her many times; he'd given it to Joe when they got married. It had one purpose only.

"Remember, son," he'd said to Joe right in front of her. "A well-spanked wife is an obedient wife!"

She felt the familiar dread and panic she always felt when she knew a spanking was inevitable.

"No—no, Jeffe---I'm your mother---please, you can't do this to me----pleeeeezzzzz...." She pleaded with her son who took the belt from his sister, sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his mother across his lap, but when she saw his eyes she knew it was too late to reason with him. He had the same demented, lust-glazed look on his face her father and husband always got before they spanked her.

Judy desperately tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but he was just as strong as his father, and held her firmly in place.

Every nerve in her body screamed in vain when she heard the terrifying WHOOSH of the belt slicing thru the air just before it landed hard on her defenseless buttocks.

SMACK---SMACK---SMACK---SMACK---SMACK---SMACK---SMACK!!!!!

She tried her best to remain silent; she always hated herself if she began crying too soon. It was what the men wanted to hear; her begging and pleading for mercy. She never wanted to give them the satisfaction of her suffering.

"Give it to her good, Jeffe---the bitch needs to learn who's in charge now!" she heard Jenny say.

Tears flooded her eyes, and one-by-one began rolling down her cheeks. Her daughter's words hurt her more than the spanking itself.

SMACK---SMACK---SMACK---SMACK---SMACK---SMACK---SMACK!!!!!

It always started as gentle sniffling then gradually grew to sobbing. The heat on her soft, sensitive flesh became warmer and warmer until it felt like her buttocks were on fire. 




Ooops, I Burned the Toast Ch. 02



"Wait a minute, baby," she heard Jenny order Jeffe.

Then she felt her daughter's hands open her legs and rub her pussy.

"Her cunt is sopping wet---she loves it!" Jenny declared triumphantly.

And truth-be-told, she did like it. She hated her body for betraying her secret: that her pussy throbbed and ached whenever she was spanked. 

Jeffe threw down the belt and used his hand for the final few spanks.

SMACK---SMACK---SMACK---SMACK---SMACK---SMACK---SMACK!!!!!

The eighteen-year-olds cock pressed hard against his mother's belly. His balls began to ache; he needed relief soon. He couldn't remember ever getting this excited when he spanked his sister. There was something deliciously sick and twisted that he loved about spanking his own mother.

Judy was sobbing loudly now. Her breasts heaved with every choking sob of anguish.

"That's enough, baby," Jenny said to her twin brother. "My pussy is hotter-than-hell---I need to cum, baby."

Jenny helped her mother to stand. She guided her to the end of the bed, pushed her head and shoulders to the mattress while holding her upright. She forced her mother's legs as far apart as they would go.

Judy was extremely aware of her obscene position. Her pussy and anus were completely exposed from the rear; her kids stood behind her staring at the two most intimate parts of her body. She buried her face in a pillow feeling a shame she'd never known before.

Then Jenny's fingers went to work inside her soaking cunt. Jenny covered her fingers with the wetness then pressed them against her mother's anus.

"NO—PLEASE JENNY---NOOOOOOOOOOOO...."

Jenny pushed her finger against her mother's rubbery ring until it popped thru into her asshole. She then scooped up more of her mother's juices and continued the anal invasion.

Judy quietly cried into the pillow while her daughter lubricated her asshole. 

"Okay, baby---she's ready for you," Jenny cheerfully said to her brother.

"Oh God...." Judy groaned when she felt her son's cockhead press hard on her anus.

She once again tried to pull away from her son, but his hands gripped her hips with vise-like strength and held her in place. 

Judy winced and moaned with pain as Jeffe's big knob relentlessly pushed into her. No matter how many times Joe had done this to her, the first penetration was always slow and painful.

Suddenly, she heard a WHOOSH and a sharp SMACK and Jeffe lost all control and buried his manly cock all the way inside her in one brutal plunge.

The pillow absorbed most of her blood curdling screams. Her body spasmed in pain; her son's cock felt like a huge, rough log inside her. She hadn't known this kind of pain since childbirth.

SMACK----SMACK---SMACK!!!!!

OH MY GOD! shouted Judy's mind. JENNY'S SPANKING HIM WITH THE BELT!!

Jeffe, bucked and thrust like an untamed, wild bronco. His cock savagely ripped open the walls of her anus. She shouted and cursed into the pillow. Suddenly, as quickly as it had begun, it stopped. Jeffe held her hips pulled to him, his cock buried to the hilt in her rectum. He stood still behind her.

Judy felt the bed give way. Before she knew it, Jenny was positioning herself on the bed so that Judy was staring at her daughter's pussy. The aroma from her daughter's cunt overwhelmed her---she loved it; her own pussy flooded one more time.

"Make me cum with your mouth, mommy," Jenny hissed thru clenched teeth. "EAT MY CUNT, MOTHER!!"

As appalled as she was, she couldn't help herself. Judy buried her face in her daughter's crotch; her tongue and lips busy working the secret folds of her young daughter's fresh-tasting cunt.

She finally became accustomed to her son's cock in her asshole. The pain gave way to first a slight tingling sensation, then, as he began slowly fucking in-and-out of her ass, the sensations grew to exquisite pleasure until she was moaning and slobbering on the cunt in her mouth.

The sounds and smells of raw, animal-like sex filled the room. Jeffe grunted with every thrust into his mother; Judy groaned into her daughter's pussy; Jenny babbled a nonstop litany of obscenities:

"Eat my cunt, you whore---suck my clit----how's it feel to have your son's cock in your asshole, you slut-bitch---say it, mommy---tell Jeffe what you want---tell him how much you love his cock!"

"Mmmmmm...yesssss...ohgod—ohgod---OHGOD—OHGOD—OHGOD—YESSSSS---I LOVE YOU JEFFEEEEEE---FUCK MOMMY WITH YOUR BIG COCK---OHHHHHHH—THAT'S IT—THAT'S IT----FUCK MOMMY IN THE ASS---OH-GOD-YES---FUCK MOMMY HARDER, BABY---YES—YES—OH-GOD-YESSSSSSSSSSSS...."

Judy felt the hands on her breasts; gently kneading, pinching and rolling her stiffening nipples. She felt hands caressing her belly, her thighs, then, two fingers were teasing the opening to her sex. Her pussy moistened. She wanted Joe's cock inside her.

Something didn't seem quite right. She shook her head to try and wake up, but she was still groggy. Hands were everywhere on her body.

Good Lord, how many hands does Joe have?

It startled her to hear Jenny's voice in her ear.

"It's 3 o'clock, mother, spread your legs for daddy...."

Huh? For daddy? What is happening here?

She felt two different hands softly pull open her thighs. 

They didn't have to do that, she said to herself. I would have spread them myself.

He climbed on top of her. She loved being pinned beneath his weight, the total dominance, his complete mastery of her.

She felt the fat knob of his glans at her opening. He grunted, and in one long, smooth thrust, he was buried deep inside her. She moaned her hot breath in his ear. She absolutely adored being filled by his long and thick cock.

When he pulled out to the very tip, then plunged into her again, she wrapped her legs around his back. Give and take; this is how they both liked it best. 

Their dance of love began. She marveled at their rhythm tonight. It wasn't always like this, slow and relaxed, but it seemed perfect for the mood she was in. 

For a full five-minutes he was able to maintain his steady pace; she wondered if he'd been working out. His stamina was extraordinary tonight.

The heat between them was rising. His tempo increased, she sensed his urgency. She squeezed her legs and brought him down on top of her harder and faster, his cock making tiny squishing sounds as it plowed thru her wetness.

Her hands found his head and she began kissing his cheeks and lips. She gasped and moaned in his ear. She knew her hot breath drove him crazy with desire.

She kissed him hard; their lips mashed together in perfect synchronicity. Their tongues met and playfully licked at one another.

His thrusting became faster and harder. He was very close, but thankfully, so was she.

"I love you, baby," she whispered in his ear.

He whispered back: "I love you, too, mommy."

Her eyes flew open wide. This couldn't be happening. Please, dear God, please tell me this is not my son on top of me.

But deep down she knew it to be true. Flashbacks from earlier in the evening lit up in her mind.

She gave an anguished cry; he mistook it for passion and fucked her ever harder. 

She felt her orgasm building; she tried to deny it; the last thing she wanted was to climax with her own son. But, there was something just too wonderfully dirty and depraved about being fucked by her son that sent her good sense careening off a cliff.

As soon as he fired his first salvo inside her, it triggered her own orgasm. Her body shook out of control beneath her son, and she mindlessly rode out her climax as her greedily clutching pussy milked her son's balls dry.

Judy was ecstatic when the van finally arrived at the camp and she could stand on her feet again. Her buttocks were a mass of purple welts and it was impossible to find a comfortable position inside the van.

Before Jenny went off with her brother to help their grandmother set the tables, she turned to Judy and said, "Remember what I told you, mother."

Judy just stared at her daughter. How in the world could I ever go thru with this? she wondered.

Joe was cooking the breakfast meats; she went to her husband and kissed him.

"Hi honey, miss me? How was your night?" she said with a sly smile.

"Hon, I had a wonderful night...for some reason I feel like a new man this morning!" he said with a broad smile on his ruggedly handsome face.

Huh? she wondered. What did he mean by that?

"Oh, okay..." she replied. "Sorry about mother spending the night again---it won't happen anymore, I promise."

"I love your mother, hon---she knows the real meaning of 'family'", he said then returned to cooking.

For the second time, the voice in her head asked: What does he mean by that?

Judy wasn't sure what to say to her mother. She was positive Joe had done despicable things with her, and her mother must be absolutely livid.

She finished setting the tables away from her mother. When the guests arrived, mother, daughter and granddaughter all dutifully performed their jobs. 

Afterwards, when Judy received her breakfast from Joe, she saw that Maggie was eating standing-up. She decided against approaching her, but Maggie called her over.

"You don't even have the decency to say 'Good Morning' to me?" asked Maggie.

"Sorry, mother, I got busy with work," she said.

They ate in silence for a short while, then Maggie said: "You know damn well why I have to stand-up to eat, but why are you standing, too?"

Judy blushed and mumbled something unintelligible. Maggie seemed to be smirking at her. 

For the remainder of the meal, they watched Jenny and Jeffe eating, and laughing; oblivious to the world around them.

"So did you have a talk with them last night about their behavior, dear?" Maggie asked her daughter.

Judy flushed red and had difficulty thinking of something to say. She had a hard time admitting to herself her actions the previous night, there was no way she could mention what really happened.

"Perhaps I'll have a talk with the boy tonight," said Maggie. "I'm his grandmother...I should teach him what it means to be a man in this family."

Huh? WHAT? wondered Judy. She saw a gleam in her mother's eyes that set-off alarm bells in her head.

What the hell is going on around here?

It was getting late and the women were almost finished cleaning the area. The day had progressed, as usual with no further surprises.

Judy went to her husband finishing-up at the grill and asked, "Are you alright, dear?" when she saw his vacant, trance-like eyes.

He flashed her his "I'm-going-to-fuck-you-silly" grin and said, "You're in for a sweet treat tonight, dear!"

Judy shivered from a sudden chill; her eyes moistened. She couldn't do this to her daughter. She began to panic.

She found her daughter loading the back of the pick-up.

"You're going back with grandma and Jeffe," she blurted out. "You're not spending the night here!"

Her daughter looked at her with surprise, then, a wry smile played across her lips.

"Come over here where we can have some privacy, mother."

Judy followed her daughter until they were away from everyone else. Jenny reached in her pocket and pulled out her phone.

She pressed the 'play' button and stared at her mother.

"Eat my cunt, you whore---suck my clit----how's it feel to have your son's cock in your asshole, you slut-bitch---say it, mommy---tell Jeffe what you want---tell him how much you love his cock!"

"Mmmmmm...yesssss...ohgod—ohgod---OHGOD—OHGOD—OHGOD—YESSSSS---I LOVE YOU JEFFEEEEEE---FUCK MOMMY WITH YOUR BIG COCK---OHHHHHHH—THAT'S IT—THAT'S IT----FUCK MOMMY IN THE ASS---OH-GOD-YES---FUCK MOMMY HARDER, BABY---YES—YES—OH-GOD-YESSSSSSSSSSSS...."

Judy had fought hard all day trying to forget last night. The blood drained from her face. Her hands visibly trembled. Tears flowed freely from her eyes.

Jenny said in a calm and rational voice: "I admire your sudden courage, mother, but it's far too late to change anything...Jeffe broke me in, and he's a wonderful lover, but now I want what you and grandma have already had---a real man!"

"B-But he's your father---you can't do this---it's not right!"

"Was it 'right' for you to trick grandma into his bed?"

"No...I'm very sorry about that, but this is different!"

"Times are changing, mother---our family is changing...."

"I forbid you to do this---I don't care what you say!"

Jenny softly laughed, then said: "The Mortenson's are very religious people aren't they? Didn't daddy have to sign a 'morals clause' before they hired us?"

Judy's heart sank---she knew she was defeated. She knew where this was leading.

"What do you think the Mortenson's would do if they heard this tape AND saw the photos of you and Jeffe?" Jenny asked coldly.

"But we need this job...." was all Judy could say.

"Yes, we do...so if you're an obedient little girl and do whatever I tell you---everything will be alright...do you understand me, mother?"

"Yes, dear, but you're forgetting about your grandmother---she will never allow you to stay here tonight!"

Jenny laughed and said to her mother, "Look at grandma...Jeffe's given her so many glasses of wine she's having a hard time standing!"

And Judy could plainly see that was true.

"Jeffe's going to keep her distracted---she'll never even realize I'm not in the van with you guys...."

"Judith, dear, we need to talk."

It was her mother. She watched her approach, rather unsteadily. When she was close she saw her watery eyes, and smelled the wine on her breath.

"What is it mother? You're supposed to get in the van," she sighed.

"You never asked me if I satisfied your husband the past two nights," she said with a smile on her pretty face.

Judy was shocked and flustered by her mother's words.

"I-I...uh, mother, that's a private matter...."

"Not anymore, dear..." sneered her mother. "If you're unable to satisfy his needs---perhaps you and I can come to some sort of an arrangement!"

She stood there in shock! She watched slack-jawed, as Jeffe helped his grandmother into the van.

What the hell is going on with this family?

Judy watched from inside the van as Jenny said something to Joe. She watched with absolute heartbreak as she read his lips "Prepare yourself for bed" to their teenage daughter.

She wasn't sure, but Judy thought she saw her daughter wink in her direction.

The giggling from her mother was getting on her nerves. She'd never seen anything quite like this. Her mother was shamelessly flirting with her own grandson. It sickened Judy.

"Oh, Jeffe, you're such a handsome boy...."

Jenny's plan had worked like a charm. Maggie didn't know, and couldn't care less that her granddaughter wasn't in the van with them.

"Ooooo, and you're so strong, honey...the muscles in your arm are so firm and hard it takes my breath away!"

"That's not my arm, grandma!"

"Ooooooo—sweetieeeeeeeeee...."

Judy clamped her hands over her ears to shut out the lewd talk. She was grateful there was a glass partition between the driver and backseat.

She noticed a commotion in the darkness out of the corner of her eye. She turned and looked...she wasn't sure, but she swore she saw her mother kissing her son on the lips.