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For Her Family Ch. 01

By: Athena_e19



Alex Jones was not prepared for the phone call at midnight. She had been in bed for an hour, comfortably sleeping, and dreaming of the coming winter vacation only two months away. She patted around on her nightstand in search of the device emanating the intrusive noise and habitually hit the power button as her head collapsed into the pillow.

"Hello. Who is this," she asked into the darkness.

"Mom. Mom. It's me. It's Annabel. I'm coming home. I did something Mom. Please. Meet me downstairs," the sobbing voice on the other line replied.

Alex didn't need any more information. She knew the voice, the sob, the sound of the crying. As a mother, these sounds are as unique and individual as a fingerprint, and they startled her. Annabel was not the type to cry; much less sob and the fact that she had not explained it over the phone left Alex with a terrible knot in her stomach. She launched from the bed, throwing on a bathrobe, darting down to the front door. One hand clutched the terry cloth robe shut, hiding her nude body. Alex and her husband had made love earlier in the evening and she had not bothered dressing afterwards. Within moments her panicked eyes caught sight of the headlights of the Ford Explorer that Annabel drove. 

The moment the SUV turned into the driveway, Alex was out the door and running to the driver's side. Annabel burst from the car and met her mother beside the front wheel well. For a few moments she huddled there, her sobs gradually fading until she spoke up. 

"I hit someone Mom. I wasn't paying attention, and I was looking down for my iPod, and then I heard a sound and then a bump. I stopped the car, but it was too late. I killed her, I killed her, Mom." Once again the sobbing filled the air and Annabel's head collapsed back into her mother's shoulder. 

Alex was stunned. She did not know what to say. She could smell the strong odor of alcohol on her daughter's clothes and her stomach twisted painfully within her. While Annabel sobbed, Alex's eyes raced over the body of the vehicle. It was not until she looked down beside where they stood that she noticed the signs of the accident. The plastic body piece beneath the bumper was hanging loose and dark liquid spots covered the lighter paint. Alex did not ask what they were. The instinctual response of a mother came to life. 

"Go inside. I will make sure we get this taken care of. Nothing will happen to you. Put your clothes in the wash room and get to bed. We will talk about this in the morning. Go. Sleep." 

Once Annabel was through the door, Alex turned back towards the vehicle. Her mind raced through all the crime shows she had seen in her mid-evening TV watching. She ran back inside quickly pouring a cap of bleach into a bucket and added water. Then back out the front door, robe flapping behind her. She scrubbed for an hour at the bumper, the tire, the undercarriage, the step, the rim. After she was sure she had covered the whole side of the vehicle she pulled it far up alongside the garage, ensuring that the car was not immediately visible from the road and that it would not impede her husband's departure for work. 

Mentally exhausted she returned to the controlled warmth of her suburban home. She abandoned the robe in the hamper, and padded naked up the stairs. She grabbed a towel from the bathroom and peaked into her daughter's room. As Alex expected, Annabel was still up, curled against the far corner of her bed. She stared blankly out into the dark grey night sky. She slipped in to her side and pulled her nineteen year old daughter closer. Over and over again for the next two hours she would whisper that everything would be okay. She did not stop even when her daughter's breathing slowed and her body relaxed in her arms. The phrase was meant to reassure her as much as it was for her Annabel. 

She would wake up there the next morning; her daughter still slumped into the recess beneath her arm. Her towel had fallen to her lap and her skin was covered in gooseflesh. Alex quietly refastened the towel and shook her daughter awake. In the quiet of the morning, the two women would discuss exactly what had happened and what they could do. Alex then readied for work and went about her routine as normal. Her husband was waking up just as she was heading out the door. She gave him a quick kiss goodbye and rushed to work. 

The hours would drag by slowly for Alex. She had a hard time concentrating on the lessons she was supposed to be teaching. Her students sensed the absence of their teacher's usually alert attention, and took full advantage. By three o'clock, she was ready to bolt for her car. She hastily drove to the nearby gym where she worked off the long stress of the day and the prior night. Her workout was more intense then normal and by the time she was finished, she was barely able to walk. Alex would break down crying under the hot flow of the shower. She managed to contain the heaving of her shoulders and chest as she fought to regain the composure upon which she depended. After fifteen minutes, she dried, dressed, and returned to the car. The ride home was short. In her distracted state she had a tendency to speed and it shaved five minutes off the drive. 

The normal duties became torturous as Alex and Annabel shared furtive glances and knowing looks every few minutes. Alex's other child, eighteen-year old David, and her husband, Mike, seemed oblivious to the sharp edge that laced the women's conversation and actions. After dinner, Annabel and Alex cleaned up together, allowing the two men to wander off to do their own thing. The mother and daughter discussed their plans. First, they would never broach the topic again. Secondly, on Saturday, Alex would drive the SUV out of the county to a small auto body shop operated from a man's home. She would pay in cash and return home. The repairs were minor so the work would be done in one day. As of yet, there had been no news reports on the hit and run accident and whom the victim might be. Thirdly, Annabel would return to school with the SUV and stay on campus for the remainder of the quarter except for a holiday visit on Thanksgiving. Alex did not want Annabel driving down the same road where the accident had occurred more than necessary. She feared both for her daughter's mental well being, but also for any connection a nearby resident might make. 

Once the cleaning was done, the four family members reconvened in front of the TV. During Mike's habitual channel flipping a local news station caught their attention on a commercial break. The photograph of an attractive middle-aged woman was framed by the phrase "Hit and Run". An anchor was standing beside a smaller two lane road with a patch of trees behind it. In the background, yellow crime tape waved, and the ruby and royal flashes of police lights bounced off the trees. 

"....was believed to be walking home after having car trouble. She lived only a mile from the place where she was killed. Police are not releasing many details or information regarding suspects, but they do have several leads. The body was found a dozen feet into this copse of trees behind me. She apparently attempted to crawl to safety, but likely was incapable of communicating or calling for help. It was not until this afternoon, when a runner's dog located the body, that she was discovered. We will be following this story for the rest of the night. As more details become available we will relay them to you. I'm Mary Ann Saliss for KMOV 9." 

Mike and David flipped back to their regularly scheduled programming, as if nothing had happened. Annabel and Alex were both frozen in their chairs, incapable of responding to any outside sensation. Both women felt deep pangs of guilt and regret as they heard that the woman had briefly survived the accident. But Alex would not lose her daughter. It was bad enough that one woman had already died, and Alex knew that losing her daughter would likely kill her. Her hand closed tightly over Annabel's and for the rest of the night, they stared into the flickering electronic light of the television, their only source of hope buried deep within. 

The next three days flew by for Alex. Annabel returned to school the moment the Explorer was fixed. She called her mother on a regular basis and kept her informed about the daily routines which she pursued with newfound zealousness. Alex went back to work the following Monday feeling much better about the secret she carried. The police had released some information about the vehicle which had struck and killed the woman, but it was vague and barely narrowed down the field of suspects. They knew it was a Ford truck or SUV. They knew that the driver had been heading west on the road. They knew that the driver had not even braked. But they had no witnesses and no more physical evidence then a small bit of tread pattern following the point of contact. Alex felt bad about the feeling of freedom this news brought, but her daughter and family were more important than any person on earth. 

All the feelings of relaxation, freedom, and joy disappeared the moment she flipped open the final book report of her class. She had already graded the student down for the apparent lack of effort. There had been no title page, no bibliography, just an 8" by 11" manila envelope. The pictures immediately drew her eye. The first was of an Explorer parked beside a house. Her Explorer, beside her house. The following pictures were taken at night, but detailed the damage to the left front end of the SUV and its bumper. They would have had to have been taken within two nights of the accident. The next pictures were even more disturbing. They were photographs of her and her daughter clinging to each other in the darkness of the night of the accident. The pictures ranged from farther away, to close up. There was no mistaking who it was in the shots. There were pictures of her cleaning the vehicle rapidly in the night. But the most worrisome of the photos was the one of the SUV as it sped away from a slumped form lying in the middle of the road. The color was difficult to tell, but the picture allowed the license plate to be read. Alex slumped back into her chair, some of the pictures dropping to the sterile tiles of the schoolroom floor. Her eyes began to water as her hands shakily withdrew a letter from the envelope. It was written in clear and precise strokes. There was self-assurance in each letter and in the simple message. 

"I know... I know... I know... You know... Your daughter knows.... And now we will play a little game. I will be the mean little child, and you my toy. For your daughter's sake, if not your own, I hope you will play along. My demands will be simple. Disobedience will result in punishment. You know how this works. You will receive my first request shortly." 

Alex's pent up emotions exploded into a burst of fear and anger and confusion. She shredded the note and the pictures until she could tear no more. Then she attacked them with scissors, with the lighter she had confiscated from one of the boys, with everything at hand, until there was little left. She swept the surviving fragments into her trash can and stormed from her room. She headed straight for her car, ignoring the concerned stares of the coworkers she passed in the hallway. Her anger would give way to fear the moment she saw the manila envelope resting on her windshield. 

Alex grabbed the envelope and slid slowly into the driver's seat, her hand nervously prying apart the folds which carried her fate. Another note and the first demand.

"I want your panties. The ones you have on right now. Take them off, put them back in the envelope and throw them in the trashcan by the north entrance to the school. Then leave. Don't look for me, or the police will be looking for you. Remember......." 

Alex's breathing was nearing a hyperventilating rate as her eyes scanned the parking lot for the blackmailer. She knew she would see nothing, but the lack of people, allowed her to perform the task. She pulled her waist forward from the back of the seat and hiked her skirt as high as possible. Alex watched as her hands fished the black hip hugging panties downward. It all seemed so surreal. Only one week ago, life had been perfect. Two wonderful children, a husband with a successful pediatrics practice, and a great job doing what she loved. Now she was bending to the whims of some pervert who was taking advantage of her love for Annabel. She slipped the black panties into the manila envelope, took a deep breath, and left her car. Alex suddenly felt quite naked and exposed, despite the fact that nothing of her outward appearance had changed. She strode quickly to the garbage can, took one last glance around then threw the package in. Her long strides flooded her now naked crotch with cool air, making her move even more quickly back to the safety of her car's interior.

Finding herself stressed and nervous, Alex decided to head for her gym. She pulled her tote from the back seat and went in doors. The receptionist looked up as she approached and politely handed her a message. It simply said, "Well done." 

Alex questioned the receptionist about who had left the message, but it had only been relayed ten minutes before her arrival by phone. Alex still did not want to go home and it took every ounce of self-discipline to force her to stay. She changed quietly in the back corner of the locker room, hoping to disguise the fact that she was no longer wearing underwear. Several mothers from the PTA and others who knew their family worked out around the same time she did. Alex did not want to risk any further embarrassment and wasted no time pulling her shorts on over her long fit legs. 

Her work out was once again full of intensity and anger. She ran farther, faster than she normally would. Her weight training dealt little with toning and focused on strength building. Once again she found herself exhausted and on the verge of a physical collapse. In the showers she did not cry. She simply stood numbly beneath the downspout of water as it flowed down her naked form. Other women came and went, but Alex found herself afraid to leave the safety of the shower's warm embrace. It was not until she recognized on of her husband's nurses entering the shower that she bolted. She was in no mood for conversation with one of his employees. Alex hastily dressed, hoping to disguise once again her panty-less ensemble. 

Alex was relieved to find no notes on her windshield and drove home, feeling more and more unburdened with each mile marker. She pulled into her spot in the driveway and parked her Volkswagen. After gathering her belongings she went straight for her bedroom. All of the bags dropped to the floor when she opened the door to her and her husband's room. There, lying on her pillow was another manila envelope. Once again her impulses screamed for her to ignore it, to go on living without the threat of the blackmailer, but she knew she had little choice in the matter. This note was more cryptic than the last few had been.

"Leave the blinds open and the lights on. Make it a great show."

Alex had no idea what was meant by the message. She examined all of the possible entrances to the house, but found everything locked and latched. Exhausted from the taunting of the mystery writer she returned to her room. She shoved the note beneath the mattress when she heard the sounds of her husband coming up the stairs. Alex pulled her hair back into a ponytail and quickly looped it off, hoping to look as normal as possible. 

She was surprised by her husband's actions however. He sauntered up behind her, a coy look on his face. One of his hands steadily pushed her in the upper back until she was bent over the footboard, his other hand groping into her still naked crotch. She managed to let a partially phrased "Wha..." escape her lips before she felt the heat of his breath on the area of skin, her skirt had only until recently covered. When his lips made contact with the backside of her upper thigh, any questions evaporated. Her husband had an affinity and appreciation for cunnilingus which she had learned to appreciate. His hands slid up beneath her skirt and caressed her bottom while pulling her thighs farther apart. Alex buried her face in the smooth downy comforter and forgot her troubles. The skillful tongue of her husband raced up and over the long stretch of skin on her inner thigh before darting down the other side. Never did it make contact with the needy center of their apex. He knew that the foreplay would only bring a stronger reaction and he continued his taunting for another minute until he could smell her desire. 

In a bright flash of pleasure the flexible oral muscle pressed onto her lips and ran over and back and over and back again. Alex thrust back on the tongue, hoping to increase the pressure of the tiny taste buds on her slit. The skillful tongue darted away, not giving her the extra touch she desired. This was her husband's game and she was his toy. Again the tongue reconnected with her pussy, her lips by now well wetted with the lubricants her body had to offer. The salty sweet taste of her juices dared him deeper and his face pressed farther into her backside as the tongue sought deeper prey. Alex was soon grinding on the fucking tongue, her skirt hiked up and over her waist, held by the edge of the footboard. Within minutes the heat produced, from the subtle twists and turns of the muscle within her, was driving her into a near orgasmic frenzy. Sensing the impending explosion her husband pulled his tongue free and lashed it repeatedly over the proud little nub of flesh which stood over the entrance to her vagina. Only a few slathering licks and Alex's voice cried hoarsely into the sheets. Her husband continued to explore her folds with his tongue until he was satisfied that she was well satiated. 

Then he rose behind her and Alex heard the urgent zip of his trousers as he freed his cock from his slacks. Alex grinned as she heard him groan as she pressed the deep red head of his dick into her pussy. Despite two children, she had managed to maintain some tightness down below and her regular exercise gave her a fantastic appearance for a mother and teacher. It took only a second for Mike to eagerly thrust fully into her passage. Just before he pulled back to begin his regular stroke he dropped a note by her head.

"I never expected anything like this, darling. I was so hard for the rest of the day." 

Alex turned to the note puzzled as she felt his hands grip her thighs and his cock begin to fuck in and out of her doubled form. Her eyes widened, not from excitement but from surprise. There were her panties, with a small typed note sticking from them.

"If you have these, then I don't. I'll be waiting for you at home. – Alex"

Her fingers dug into the bed half from frustration and half from the excitement the steady thrust of her husband's cock produced. Her mind wandered away from the sex as it traced the meaning of the earlier message. The blinds were open, and the lights were on. But there was no place that the blackmailer could spy on them from. Meanwhile, her husband's pace was increasing as the clenching grip of her responsive pussy answered the length of his cock. His hands were painfully clenched on her hips as he leaned over her body, hammering his rod in and out of her spread pink cunt. 

Alex was caught off guard by her orgasm, having been wondering where the blackmailer could be hiding. But the sudden spasming and clenching of her crotch's muscles knocked any other thought processes out. Her hips hunched back on her husband's girth and ground over his crotch. As she leaned back into the bed a long glistening trail of her juices sparkled over the pale skin of his dick. It did not take much more for him to join her as he stared down at her heart shaped ass and the scene of his dick pulling and thrusting into her spread pussy lips. Alex lay, bent over the bed for a few minutes longer, gathering her thoughts and energy. Once her husband withdrew from her, she headed for the bathroom. 


For Her Family Ch. 01



Once again the shower was her only retreat from the strange betrayal which had just occurred. She had unwittingly played into her blackmailer's hands and her husband had been just another pawn in his game. She furtively tried to rinse the semen which gradually crept from her depths. Alex was angered. How had she not seen it coming? What would the blackmailer do next? Should she call the police? Was there anyway to stop this? A mile a minute her brain raced, hoping to find some way out of the unspoken contract she had been forced into. 

Alex would not sleep easily for a long while. The following day a note appeared in the inbox of her email from a free web server. The user name was not coy or witty. Just straightforward and direct: "YourBlckMailr1". There were a dozen attachments, each a photo of her and her husband's sexual encounter from the night before. They were perfect in their framing and they depicted with exactness the sex as it had developed. The pictures of her eyes searching out the window with her husband straining to press deeper into her, were especially haunting. The note told her to download the files and save them to her computer. The location was not immediately apparent to a casual observer and Alex hoped it would be enough to keep the pictures safe from being uncovered.

The weekend came soon enough and Alex spent the first part of her Saturday morning talking with Annabel. Her daughter seemed to be recovering well enough and no word was mentioned regarding the fateful night. Alex asked no questions and told no part of her ongoing entrapment. She had not heard from the blackmailer in days and she was hoping that perhaps his desires had been appeased. Once her phone call was complete, she did some casual searches on the internet for any similar stories and potential escape routes. Nothing promising showed up. Most of the news stories seemed to indicate that the blackmailer would continue upping their demands until they grew bored or were caught somehow. Alex knew she did not want the blackmailer caught- the result would be disastrous for her family. Once she signed off, Alex headed out to the driveway to grab the newspaper. As she returned to the warmth of her home, she pulled the rubber band from the thick roll of newspaper. Inside sat another envelope. 

Alex once again found herself frozen. She had known this was coming and yet she was stunned into a fearful silence. Tucking the paper under her arm, she tore open the manila envelope. This time it was just another note. That afternoon she was to go downtown to a particular address and ask the clerk for the items for Alex. She was not familiar with the location, although she knew that it was in a quieter district away from most of the major retailers. 

After dressing, she slipped from the house, hoping to avoid her husband's innocent inquiries. She had only thirty minutes to get there, so she drove as quickly as possible. By the time she found it, she realized what the address was for. There was a large adult movie theatre in the seedier side of town. There was plenty of parking spaces out front, but Alex wanted to take no chances that her car would be spotted. She parked in a pay lot between several buildings a block or two down and walked the rest of the distance. 

There was no one in the outer ticket booth so she went inside. At the counter, a heavy set man with artificially black hair and numerous piercings watched as she approached. He didn't greet her when she approached. Alex had never been in one of these establishments and condemned those who did come. She quietly asked the man if anything had been left for an Alex. He slid a single ticket and a small box, slightly larger than one for a piece of jewelry to her. This last action was finished with a sneer. Alex took the items and fled to the women's restroom. She was surprised by the level of cleanliness that the bathroom had. She assumed it was because so few women attended these. There she studied the items that she had been given. The movie title was "Pussy Pirates II" and the box held a small vibrator that was designed for full insertion. The instruction booklet said there was a remote, but there was no sign of it. A note told her that she was expected to insert the vibrator and stay for the entirety of the film. It reminded her that "I am always watching". 

Alex unbuttoned her pants and pressed the small bullet shaped device between her dry cunt lips. Once she was redressed she headed to the assigned room for the movie. There was a group of four or five men in the theatre who all stared blatantly at the attractive woman in khaki pants and a turtle neck sweater who violated the sanctity of their private revelry. Of course, a few of the looks were more than just surprised. They quickly turned to evaluate her body and her curves. Sneers appeared on the faces of each of the men as they traced her every movement as she tried to find a seat where she hoped she would be unmolested. She picked a front corner, as all the men were sitting near the rear of the theatre. 

The old projector flickered to life just as she sat down. Several previews for upcoming attractions played across the giant white expanse of the screen. Within moments of the feature attraction beginning, the vibrator inside of her jumped to life. Alex let out a surprised squeak as it hummed powerfully from within its fleshy enclosure. She tried to look for someone who could have been close enough to her, but there was no one she could spot from her peripheral. The vibrator continued all the way through the first sex scene and Alex could feel it beginning to do what it was supposed too. 

Her breathing was getting shallower and shallower as the little secret trapped within her, worked to entrance her with its strumming movement. Soon Alex could feel her panties beginning to wet as her pussy responded to the ongoing stimulation. She squirmed uncomfortably in her seat and tried focusing on the porn's thin plot. But the ongoing barrage of lesbian pirates and swashbuckling cocks coming to the rescue was only encouraging the excitement exploding within her. Her folds were clenching down hard on the vibrator as they secreted more and more juices into the thin material of her underwear and khakis. As she neared her orgasm, Alex did everything she could to keep from losing control. 

In the privacy of her husband's company she was a vocal sexual partner and it took everything she had to keep from crying out in the company of the creepy men. She managed to keep her orgasm to a small groan of delight as she ground her cunt into the well worn seat, a growing stain covering her panties and crotch. Just as she collapsed back into her seat to the continuing thrum of her vibrator, a pair of hands reached around the seat back and clutched her ample chest tightly. 

A raspy whisper coughed into her ear, "You look like you're having a good time missy. Mind if I lend a helping hand?" Alex froze, unmoving as the hands squeezed and roamed over her chest. They were insensitive and unskilled. The movements were rough and eager. Alex managed to whisper into the glowing light of the porn film. "Why, why are you doing this to me?" 

The answer was simple enough. "Because I want to." 

The man behind her leaned forward and slid his hands beneath the thick wool sweater and slid the calloused palms beneath her bra. Alex silently cried as the man's fingers pinched and tweaked her nipples. The man was strong and his hands rough underside told a tale of a life of hard physical work. Alex stared down watching as the hands moved and writhed beneath the sweater. Soon one hand disappeared from underneath her shirt and she heard a long low groan come from the man molesting her. 

The vibrator jumped up a notch inside her pussy and she once again arched back into her seat as it hummed inside her still soaked lips. Between the groping hand and the stimulation of the vibrator, Alex found it impossible not to writhe within her seat. She finally surrendered to her situation and squrimed in the confines of the old theatre chair. Her eyes drifted shut as she humped at the air. They would remain shut until she felt the hand return to her breasts, this time carrying the sticky semen of the man behind her. When she opened her eyes, she realized that the men in the theatre had surrounded her, enjoying the show she had put on. Several of them sat in her row, steadily stroking their cocks. Alex tried pushing free from the grip of the man behind her, but his hands kept her back against the seat. Another man reached out with his free hand and began to slide it over her the smooth taut skin of her stomach. Alex whispered over and over into the darkness, "No, no, no. Please, no." 

But the men were entranced by the beautiful woman who had only moments before been writhing to the invisible hand of a mechanical lover. The man grew bolder as no one moved to stop him and as Alex's arms remained pinned at her side. His hand dipped down to the waistline of her khakis and wormed its way into the thin material of her underwear. The man sitting on her left leaned forward and unbuttoned her pants, helpfully, before pulling down her zipper. The light color of her panties glistened in the reflection of the screen. The first man slipped his hands farther down and pressed his finger into the soaking center of her body. This was a pleasant surprise for him and he announced it to all the men surrounding her. The hand stroking his cock increased in pace as his fingers wormed there way into her lips. Once there they found the vibrator- another detail which was related to the audience. Alex squirmed back away from the hand, but it was not to be refused. He began to slide his palm and fingers back and forth over the outer lips of her pussy, covering them in juices. 

The other helpful man stood, erect cock poking through the open flap of his pants, and started tugging on the leg of her pants. Two other men joined in as her only free appendage kicked and thrashed. It did not take long for the combined efforts of the three men to send the pants flying up three rows. They were less gentle with her panties and they were torn painfully from her body. No man dared replace the vibrator with their cock, but the touch of her naked flesh was enough. The men found various ways to grind and rub their burning penises over her legs, and waist and crotch. Alex shuddered as the vibrator kicked into its highest setting and her pussy responded. The man on her right continued his manual attack on her outer lips and the man behind her was once again beginning to stroke her breasts. Alex writhed once more, half in pleasure and half in the desire to escape. But the ordeal in the adult theatre would not last much longer. 

One of the men who had positioned himself so that his cock stroked against her thigh, exploded into a shuddering orgasm. Several spurts of white semen shot onto her legs and slowly crept down. Another man's jizz would join in seconds. His bursts would land at the joining of her hip to her waist. It puddled there, hot and sticky, reminding Alex that she was being used as a glorified sex toy. Soon the man to her left came and his juices shot onto her stomach, filling her bellybutton and forming a trail down towards her pussy. The other men came not long after; some of them managed to hit their target, but most just sprayed the floor and the theatre seats with their juices.

It did not take long for the men to recompose themselves and walk away, as if nothing had ever happened. Alex was too stunned to even bother looking at the man who had begun it all and who she suspected was the blackmailer. She sat there, cum drying on her stomach, thighs, and crotch, her sweater tucked above her breasts. The credits were rolling and Alex angrily pulled the still buzzing vibrator from her pussy and flung it into the darkness. She searched, half naked, for her pants and underwear. The panties only proved useful in wiping her body down and they ended up discarded on the floor. She went to the women's restroom when her pants were on, trying to ignore the stares of the clusters of men standing outside of the theatre. A few hooted and whistled at her, but she didn't bother to raise her eyes or honor them with even an angry response. She dried the still moist crotch of her khakis under the blower and once again scurried from the remaining men. Once outside of the theatre she practically ran to her car. 

Alex was surprised by the emotional response she had as she sat once again in the driver's seat. She was not angry, not fearful. She was just indifferent and that worried her. She had just been accosted, practically raped, and she was indifferent. She tried getting angry at herself, but her mind kept rationalizing what had just happened. Alex found that her attempts to feel anything about what had just happened to her were futile. 

Quietly Alex drove home, wondering when she would next here from the man who held so much control over her life.



For Her Family Ch. 02



Alex called in sick to work. She still had the lingering sense that some of the semen of the men in the theatre was covering her. Every time Mike looked at her, she winced, feeling guilty for not telling him about the blackmailer. She feared what it would do to him, and her family was the only thing that this treatment was worth. Alex would wait until Mike had headed in to the hospital before leaving bed. She added a bit of liquor to her coffee that morning. There was a nagging sense that something was going to happen today.

Alex decided not to wait for it. It was time she took the initiative. The day would be sent running from one errand to another, as she sought to eliminate the threat of the blackmailer from her life. Everything she could do to keep him from contacting her again was done that day. Alex figured that if she was simply making his job harder, than the chance he would leave her alone would get to be better. At one, the security company arrived at her house and installed the security system. At two, the electrician showed up to install flood lights at all the peaks of her house. Once the workers and technicians were gone, Alex curled into the arm of the sofa, a hot cup of tea in her hand. In the pocket of her bathrobe sat the first purchase of the day- an unregistered .22 caliber two shot pistol.

Sometime, somewhere, Alex's mind had latched on to the idea that the only way to stop the blackmail was to kill him. She tried avoiding the idea, but one second in sixty, it would creep back into her head. The stiff cold barrel pressed through the material into her thigh, reassuring her that she would never hear from the blackmailer again, and if she did, she would be ready.

The alarm would blare noisily from the hallway hours later. Alex had fallen asleep on the couch, and she jumped from her seat, her hand already diving into the pocket of the bathrobe. As she ran toward the door, she heard Mike's voice yelling. Her hand immediately released the little pistol as she pushed past him to hammer in the security code to turn off the alarm.

Mike was less than happy with her for the alarm system. He yelled for a while, until she broke down crying and lied, telling him that some guy had tried getting in through the back door of the house that morning after everyone had left. Immediately the angry man calmed, guilt filling him, for mistreating his wife after such a trying morning. Crime rates had been on the rise all over the country and he had contemplated buying a security system. Mike would hold his wife in the entryway, his arms keeping her pinned against his strong chest. Over and over he would apologize again and again, hoping that she would forgive his quick rush to judgment. His feelings of guilt only magnified as Alex profusely apologized to him for the installation and not informing him. He was the one who had overreacted and not been there when she needed him. He would retire to his study, chewing himself out for the rest of the evening.

Alex also retired. Her guilt was multiplied by the fact that Mike was feeling guilty. She had no idea how she could make this up to him and so she went to bed early, yelling into the emptiness of the house that she was still not feeling well and wanted to sleep. It would take her hours to fall asleep, memories of the past few weeks chasing through her head, and thoughts about the last days occurrences eating away at her. She did not move when she felt Mike slide into bed beside her. Her conscience was nearing breaking point as she watched the digital colon on her alarm clock flash over and over again. Eventually exhaustion would win out, and Alex would slip into the warm embrace of sleep.

As days went by, peace and quiet began to reappear in Alex's life. She and her husband were beginning to be able to approach and converse semi-normally again. Both of them harbored their feelings of guilt and it was the only barrier existing between them. Day after day would slip by, with no new contact from the blackmailer, until Alex was sure that her extra measures had proved effective. Once again, the blackmailer would prove her wrong.

Mike had been called in late on Friday night because of an allergic reaction one of his patients had to a medication. He did not expect to be home till Saturday afternoon. Even if the girl recovered, which was likely, there would need to be a lot of explaining on his part about how and why he had prescribed that particular med. If his explanation was good enough, there would be no lawsuit. If it was bad, the parents would seek to profit from the uncontrollable circumstance. It was one of the many stresses of being a physician and a pediatrician.

Alex had slept in till late in the day. When she finally did wake, she took some time to savor the warmth beneath her sheets. Stretching, she would push herself from bed and pad naked down the hall to the bathroom. She enjoyed being alone in the house on occasion and the complete freedom that it allowed her. That feeling of freedom collapsed around her as she saw the manila envelope sitting in the frame of the mirror. All of the repressed feelings of fear, guilt, nervousness, and helplessness came rushing back to her in that simple orange piece of folded paper. This note was longer than the rest and more taunting. He had wanted her to feel safe and then he had wanted to take it away from her.

"Thought I was gone, huh? Don't forget that I am always watching, always with you. I hope you don't try any more nonsense. I can keep playing my game, but you have too much to lose to be fighting me. Now that we have that out of the way, my next request. There is a burlesque club you and Mike will be attending at your insistence this evening. You both have seemed stressed lately and it is time to relax a little. I will have only three requirements: Number one, wear the outfit I have left for you in your car. Two, you pay for at least three dances. Two for your husband and one for you. If you would like to stay longer, so be it. The third requirement is that you perform for Mike. Don't worry- it need not be on the stage. This particular club has small private booths which will suffice. Use booth number five. It will be reserved for you. Have fun, and remember to put on a good show. I will be watching."

It would be another hour before Alex brought herself to retrieve the outfit. The door to her car was still locked and there was no sign of forced entry. But as promised the clothing sat in a neatly folded pile on her seat. She went inside and up to her room. There she examined the required articles and began to try them on. Two things would disturb Alex as she stood in front of the full length mirror. The first was how well the clothing fit; the second was how attractive she looked in them. The blackmailer had chosen an outfit that hinted at what she would term smutty professional. He had chosen a pair of long black stockings, a matching garter belt, lacy thong, and bra. Alex had taken a moment to vainly appreciate her figure in the mirror as she stood dressed only in the under clothing.

The bra pressed her breasts up and together, emphasizing their ample curve and the deep shadow of her cleavage. The thong looked especially good against the pale roundness of her ass and the garter belt and stockings simply finished the set. The skirt was a heavily textured tweed material that was shorter, but thick enough to tone down the heavy emphasis placed on her figure. It still hinted at a firm ass, but it did not give it away as the underwear had. The top was a simple white blouse, cut to fit perfectly to her form. Here the emphasis was clearly on her breasts, and the black bra stood out in contrast to the material. Alex pulled her hair into a bun on her head and studied the gorgeous woman staring back in the mirror. It had been a long time since Alex had last dressed in a way that this emphasized her beauty and she found herself pleased by it. For a few minutes, spinning in the mirror, playfully bending at the waist, and running her hands over her clothing, Alex was able to escape the next task put before her. That would change when Mike got home.

She could tell the moment she stepped downstairs that it had been a tough day. But to her surprise, that look vanished as he caught sight of her, and she was actually able to recognize his dick jumping to attention in the front of his business slacks. Alex had figured that the only way to get away without an explanation was to make it seem like her idea. Which meant she had to get into the character her clothes represented. She sidled up to her husband, hips swaying, hands resting on them. His eyes just got bigger and bigger the closer she got. He obviously enjoyed the blouse and the stark contrast of the black bra beneath it. Once she was within reach, he crushed her body to his and began kissing over her face and neck and collarbone. Alex fought to regain control of the situation. She wanted to keep this moving, hoping to make it all a blur in her mind and his. She pushed back off of her husband and told him that they were going out. The couple would turn right back around and she would tow him down to her car, not giving him a moment to recover.

Mike tried quizzing her as she drove to the club, but she gave away no details and tried to pretend like this was of her doing. Inside her stomach churned nervously. She and Mike had never broached the subject of going to a strip club and she wondered how he would react. What happened if he was really into it with the dancers and she was crushed? How would she feel? What would it be like when it was all over? Those questions were soon to be answered.

There was no doubt about where they were headed when they turned into the parking lot of the large strip club. It was a crowded night and parking was difficult to find. Mike never managed to close his jaw from the moment they turned in. He just stared at her, unbelieving that his wife would have entertained, much less followed through, on such an idea. Alex was forced to drag him towards the door, he being unable to accept that this was reality. That thought would stay in his head for the rest of the evening, and everything would seem like a hazy dream.

The strip club was a foreign world from the containment and structure of suburban house wife routine. It was an assault on the senses. Alex and Mike stood closely together in the entryway of the club, drinking up the alien world laid out before them. Throbbing music poured from everywhere, lights flashed and changed colors, the scent of alcohol and sweat filled the air. On the main stage three strippers in school girl outfits spun on poles and shed one article of clothing after another. Alex felt Mike pull her back to him, his cock grinding into her backside. His hand slipped around her waist and moved in small circles beneath her breasts. So the idea did turn him on, Alex realized. She had better get the first part of the requirements over with quickly.

The two found a table to the rear of the club and Alex ordered drinks nonchalantly, hoping to keep Mike from seeing the unwillingness to pursue this night. If Mike caught on, he would insist on leaving, and the blackmailer would likely turn Annabel over to the police. That was not an option. She had gone this far, and she could bear watching this.

The moment they had placed their drink order a beautiful young woman came sauntering over to them. She was dressed as a cheerleader, her hair replete with twin pigtails. Mike glanced nervously at Alex as she approached. Alex flashed a sultry grin and gave the girl a wave. The stripper walked right up to Mike and stood straddling one of his legs. Again Mike glanced nervously to his wife. Alex decided that she would have to make the first move. She fished a twenty out of her purse and handed it to her husband. Taking this as the required signal for go ahead, Mike turned back to the body a foot from his face. The woman just stood there, her own smile on her face waiting for the man to act. Mike leaned forward and slipped the folded bill into the waistband of her pleated skirt. At that, the cheerleader began to dance.

She spun back away, her arms sliding up her body till they intertwined over her head. To the beats of the heavy bass rhythms, her hips and ass began to softly swish from side to side, the skirt bouncing lightly on her thighs. Still facing away from them, she began to gyrate faster as the music increased its pace, her smooth skin glinting beneath the burning lights of the club. Alex hastily gulped her drink as she watched the show. Mike was entranced, not looking away from the young ass swaying in his field of vision. Alex felt her stomach dive as the woman suddenly snapped forward, her skirt flipping up over her cheeks and giving Mike a momentary glimpse of her thong. Then she was back to the gyrating and swaying to the music. At a particularly emphasized beat, she spun back around towards Mike, her heavily lined eyes staring down at him. She sauntered forward and stood between his legs as her dance continued. Soon she began to toy with the zipper on the back of her top. In seconds it was down, and the fabric was hanging loosely over her breasts. Alex continued her study of her husband and the obvious erection in his pants. And then the top was off, fluttering to the floor beside her.

Mike settled back into his chair, still transfixed on the nubile young form gradually revealing more and more precious flesh. Alex was even forced to admire the perfection of this girl's breasts and she could understand why her husband would be enjoying the show. The girl's skin had no tan line and the pink tips of her nipples stood erect over the large globes of youthful flesh which crested over her chest. The large tits bounced and swayed slightly as the girl's dance grew more suggestive in nature and she crept closer to Mike. Within a few moments the skirt was gone, apparently being velcroed closed for easy removal. Mike was breathing heavily and Alex found some jealousy rising within her. She wished that he knew her well enough to see that she did not want to be here. She wanted him to stop the dance, sending the little fuck toy scurrying with her twenty. But she knew that the ass bent in front of him would keep him from doing any of those things. The girl had begun to swish her hips, each bringing the thong farther out of her crotch until her pussy was on full display for Alex's husband. With a cheer like kick the panties were flung out into the mass of tables before them.

The cheerleader spun with the kick and planted one foot on the other side of Mike's leg once again and dropped, her naked cunt pressing into his dress slacks. With her hands now clasped on either side of Mike's head, she began to grind up and down on his thigh, her fingers clutching at his neck. Her head tilted back as her body arched on his lap and the pink slit ran forward. Mike's hands were all over her chest and body, pulling at the nipples, squeezing the breasts, rubbing her thighs. Alex fought back tears as the woman dry humped her husband and he responded like a pervert. She was about to abandon the club in a fit of tears when suddenly the lights stilled and the music paused.

The girl took her cue and dismounted the stranger's thigh, giving him a smile before she turned and bent to pick up the clothes she had discarded on the ground. Mike ran his hand over her slit in that brief moment, while his other hand dug for his wallet. Alex's jaw dropped as she watched him hand her a hundred dollar bill. The girl smiled, curtsied naked, and then pranced away looking for the next victim. Mike rubbed at the small moist trail left on his pants from the woman's pussy. He sniffed at the remaining juices for a second before he turned to his wife.

Alex buried her face in her mug, trying to catch control of the emotions which were raging through her. She focused on the fact that the dance had lasted only ten minutes and that there would be only two more to watch. She dropped the mug once she was sure she had a grip of herself and smiled charmingly back at her husband. He leaned back to her and kissed her on the cheek, a goofy boyish smile on his face. Then he turned back towards the wide array of strippers meandering through the audience, looking for a high paying mark. Alex had to keep control of this. If Mike started acting on his own, she would be here all night and she was sure that she would lose control. So she picked the next girl quickly.

This woman was dressed as a nurse, and although Alex did not appreciate the relation to Mike's position, the stripper was obviously a little bit older and slightly less attractive then the cheerleader had been. She hoped that would be enough to keep Mike from going overboard. Once again she slipped the dancer a twenty and scooted closer to Mike, hoping that he would recognize her presence and behave more appropriately. As the woman started her dance, she realized that she had lost him for now.

Mike was much more frisky with the nurse now that he was growing accustomed to the situation of being in the joint with his wife. As the nurse danced, her lycra outfit glistening under the spotlights roaming the room, his hands began to slide over the exposed areas of skin which she had on display. The stripper moved faster then the other one, shedding her clothes in less then two minutes. All but a white pair of fishnet stockings and her nurse's cap remained on her body. This woman obviously still made good money considering how freely she used her body around the clientele. What she did would in no way qualify as dancing. It was fucking, without skin to skin contact. With each dip her hands would caress Mike's erection, her breasts dragging over it as she rose. At the peak of each rise, she would lean forward, pressing Mike's face into her cleavage. Then she would slide down again her hands once again feeling the outline of Mike's dick. She would spin with her backside to Mike and then would gracefully step over each of his legs, until her naked ass and cunt were framed directly over his crotch. Then the nurse would drop down, her lips pressing onto the obvious frame of Mike's cock. She rode there for the remainder of the song, her hands on Mike's knees, and his hands on her breasts.

Alex could tell that Mike was actually getting off on this. She placed one hand on his arm, hoping to remind him that she was present, but he was way too far gone to be stopped. He fucked his tented trousers up into the bare pussy of the stripper as if he were naked. The two timed their movements in alternation. By the end of the song, Alex saw the familiar closing of Mike's eyes and a small shudder rush through his strong frame. The dancer turned once again, kissed the growing wet spot on his trousers and accepted the three hundred dollars he offered her.

Alex was in a rage and wanted nothing more than to punish her husband. In her confused and emotional state and with the amount of alcohol she had consumed in the last twenty minutes she decided that being more than free with one of the dancers would be her revenge. She picked the most attractive one within sight and beckoned her urgently over. This woman was costumed as a maid. Her hair was long and black and hung down to her buttocks and her tits were large and stood impressively at attention. With a little toss of her head at Mike's stunned face, Alex handed the woman forty dollars and pulled her closer to her chair.

The woman had obviously done this dance before and was not surprised in the least to be paid by a woman. Perhaps she could sense the roiling emotions beneath Alex's attempt at a calm exterior, but she would put on one of the best shows of her life. As the soundtrack once again began to thrive throughout the room the French maid danced. Like the previous woman she moved quickly to remove the outer layers of clothing. Once she was down to her underwear she moved in for the kill. Alex found herself appreciating the beauty she had chosen. The maid wore white stockings and a matching black panty and corset beneath the outfit and her breasts were pushed high into the air, nipples exposed with a deep cleft of cleavage formed between them.




For Her Family Ch. 02



The woman began the same writhing of the other strippers, but her hands did not stay on her own body. Instead they roamed over Alex. Alex made no move to stop her and acted as her husband had, her hands reaching out to caress the woman's chest and ass whenever the opportunity was afforded. The stripper pressed her crotch in closer to Alex's face as she slipped the underwear out from her thighs. Alex ran her hands over the fishnets encasing the woman's legs and glanced flirtatiously over at her husband. Someplace inside her, a voice of sanity was screaming, but sanity had not been the way of Alex's life lately. The dance would become more graphic until the woman was grinding her way up Alex's thigh, pushing the skirt up, up and up. Mike was rubbing his erection through his trousers once again while he watched his wife and the stripper interact. As the dance ended, Alex was fighting to catch her breath, the stripper's knee pressed into her crotch for the last three minutes and the distinctive sensation of wet juices seeping onto her leg. The dancer gave Alex a small kiss on the lips before retreating. Alex reached to fetch her some money, but the woman was already gone.

As she sought to regain control of the now jumbled emotions of lust, jealousy, fear, dismay running rampant within her, Alex decided that it was time for the night to end. There was only one task left and it was just she and her husband's to fulfill. During the lull she searched the club until she spotted the sign for the private booths. She pulled a still erect Mike to his feet and drug him after her. She was as horny as he was and the liquor had made her ability to disguise emotions dulled.

Mike followed his wife like a willing puppy dog. Her ass looked more attractive than ever, despite already cumming once in the evening. He couldn't wait to find out what the surprisingly erotic new version of his wife had in store for him. In his arousal, he was oblivious to the small traces of mascara on her cheeks and the tense posture of her body.

The two retrieved the key to the booth which had been reserved for them by the blackmailer. Once again, Alex tugged her husband onward. The booths were a small five by eight, windowless room with a small padded seat for someone to sit on and mirrors on all of the walls. After she got inside the room, Alex spun on her husband, allowing her anger and lust and fear and desire to wash over and take control of her actions. She forcefully pushed him into the seat and took her place on the small raised platform in the booth. Momentarily she studied the foreign appearance that reflected her in the mirror before her dance began.

Her eyes drifted shut as she swayed to a calming beat inside of her mind. Alex allowed her hands to roam where they would and they found many things of interest on her body for them to touch. As she shifted her weight from side to side, her hands drifted up the edges of her skirt and then over her torso until the cupped her breasts in their palms. She slowly caressed them through the blouse and the bra, her hips beginning to emphasize the sexual need building within her. Of their own volition they began to pull one button free after another. Her tall curvaceous form spun before her husband, the blouse coming free from the skirt and slipping off of her shoulders. She turned back to him, her spin complete, and dropped the blouse to the floor. Alex's roaming hands once again found her breasts and began to press into the firm flesh of her chest.

Mike leaned forward, hoping to touch the naked flesh taunting him in the privacy of the small chamber. His fingertips had barely grazed the smooth skin of her stomach when Alex's slow movements erupted with a harsh slap. He pulled back stung and surprised by the outburst, but his reaction was quickly appeased by the shift of her hands to the back of her skirt. Content to be toyed with, Mike's hand returned to their place over his cock.

Still in her own world Alex danced. Her skirt's zipper slipped easily down her backside and with a gentle tug it dropped to the floor beneath her. Alex vaguely heard the intake of breath that her body drew from her husband. In the low lighting of the room, her skin set off every detail in the lacy bra and thong. The dark stockings and garter pronounced each small area of skin they revealed with a lustful signature. Alex had grown tired of the dancing and she turned once more, her body facing into a mirror and away from her husband. Her eyes opened slowly and gazed into their reflection as one hand supported her off of the mirror and the other roamed lower on her body. Her mind retraced all the burdens it had been put through by the blackmailer. The trickery of her husband, the molestation in the theatre, the pictures on the computer, and the dances in the strip club all came rushing over her. Somewhere inside her consciousness the heightened emotional state she existed in, became connected to the sexual nature of those events. Although it would fade as the evening ended, it would come back to haunt her.

Alex's mind was in no way aware of this: it was focused solely on the creeping pathway her hand had taken beneath her underwear. There it found her pussy, wet and waiting, and Alex's hand became the only thing to dance inside the private booth. Eager fingers attacked her needy twat with no pattern to guide them. They slid and dipped and fucked and stroked over her cunt. Mike had pulled out his hardened member and was urgently stroking it in timing with the outline of the fingers furrowed beneath the panties. The husband and wife's hands became a substitute for the other's offerings and they roamed apart from each other for a few more minutes. Alex was nearing her first orgasm when she decided that she needed more than her own hand and her husband would be the best fit for the job.

She whirled suddenly on him, her hand retreating. In her heels and lingerie she looked erotically commanding and she acted in the same way. She urgently straddled her husband's waist on the small bench and fished her panties to the side until she had guided Mike to her entrance. Alex dug her hands into the back of her husband's neck and leaned back, suspending her torso out over the floor. Then down she went, the thick hard piece of flesh steadily sliding deeper into her. Once she had settled at the base of his dick, its head buried deep inside of her tunnel, Alex began to ride. Her movements were angry and rough, there was no need for gentility here. She stared down at the man who had only moments before been coming at the touch of another woman and she focused all of that emotion into her cunt. Up and down she hammered, her weight supported from the digging tips of her fingers at his neck. Mike winced in pain, but the sheer uniqueness of his wife's lust forgave any injury. He watched her breasts as they shuddered with each end to their fucking. Alex studied his face as he stared down to the meeting of their sex. She wanted him to know that she was using him, that he was not needed, that for now, he was her toy. Alex braced her knees against the back wall, bending farther backwards, drilling her full weight onto the rod extending from his groin.

It did not take long for Mike to hit his second peak of the evening and he nearly lost consciousness with the power of the orgasm that washed over him. Alex did not stop as she felt the heat of his juices pour into her twat. She demanded that her body keep going, that her pussy devour him and everything he had to offer. For five more minutes, Mike's cock softening within her, Alex would ride and then she would scream as her orgasm took control of her anger and emotions and body. She would collapse backwards until her arms braced against the floor. For another sixty seconds their bodies would remain in entwined in a U shaped clasp, the meeting of their organs binding them together. Alex's mind began to regain its sanity as the waves of euphoria drifted away. She stared down over the peaks of her breasts and down to the glistening moisture covering her husband's groin.

He reached out behind her and pulled her close, his limp penis still resting within her. He kissed all over her neck and shoulders and ears. He would stop when she stilled him and buried her neck in the base of his neck. Mike was even more surprised to feel her body shudder with sobs. He was unsure of what emotions she was experiencing so he simply cradled her, listening to Alex let go of whatever it was that was built up within her.

Alex loved the naked press of her flesh against her husband's body and she loved the feelings of need and lust that had unified the two of them inside of the strip club private booth. But she hated the feeling that it had all been fake; that because of the initial reason for coming, being what it was, that she had lied to him. But Mike could not know what she was feeling because he did not understand the reason behind the evening. Mike would drive them home, his wife nestled on his shoulder still, sleeping peacefully. He helped her to bed and crawled in beside her. For the next fifteen minutes, Mike would watch the peaceful rise and fall of her breathing before he too slipped into a deep sleep ignorant of his wife's plight.

The next morning when Alex woke, she had none of the emotional build up from the night before to explain her actions. And all she felt was dirty and deceitful. Mike was still sleeping, exhausted from the long weekend. The only thing Alex could be happy about was that for the moment, the secret would be safe. She took the opportunity to enjoy the quietness of the house in the morning and got herself a cup of coffee. Once she had it in hand she checked her email. Subconsciously she had know that the there would be a letter from him so her reaction was not the bomb that it once had been. This one was short.

"Thanks for the performance last night. For your reflection. Save them with the others."

One by one Alex downloaded and saved the pictures depicting her and her husband's outing at the strip club. She had been photographed from the moment she had stood in the mirror at home looking at herself in the mirror. The picture had come from outside, but the voyeuristic quality of the image was quite erotic. The photos then jumped to her and Mike's entrance at the club, pictures of them with the dancers, and finally pictures of their sex and her striptease. Alex finally finished downloading them fifteen minutes later and deleted the email. She felt ashamed by the images and the manipulation that they represented. She was still curious, however, about the location of the camera and went upstairs to her bedroom.

Mike was half hidden beneath the sheets facing towards the closet. Alex tiptoed across the room to the window and began to study the outside scenery looking for something suspicious. There it is, her mind screamed as it caught sight of the subtle reflection of a matte black camera staring back at her from the peak of the rafter. The excitement was short lived as her phone rang. She turned quickly, hoping to catch it before she woke her husband. She grabbed it after the first harsh roll of the ringer and pulled it to her ear.

"Hello."

"Hello, honey. Admiring my work are you?"

"Who is this," she muttered harshly.

"Do you really need to ask. I told you I was always watching," the dark tone replied.

"When will this end. What do you want from me?" Alex whispered urgently.

"When I feel you have paid the proper penance for your sins," the blackmailer answered. "Now you are going to put on a little show. I wouldn't bother arguing lest you wake Mikey. Take off your robe for me."

Staring coldly back into the unblinking eye of the camera, Alex pulled free the tie for her bathrobe and slipped it off her shoulders. It slumped on the floor in a ball beneath her. Naked as the day she was born, she stood staring back, watching as the camera moved up and down, scanning her body from the edge of the windowsill up to her face. It would pause in its mechanically appreciative way at her full youthful breasts and her at the cleanly trimmed bush just over her vagina. It would return seconds later to her face. The voice in the phone laughed cunningly.

"Thank you. You are quite beautiful you know. You may hang up as soon as you complete one last task for me. Go wake your husband with a blowjob. Make sure I can see it though. Goodbye."

The line clicked dead and Alex turned robotically away from the prying gaze of the little camera. She set the phone down on her nightstand and walked around the bed to where Mike lay. Without any clue to him, she yanked back the bedding uncovering Mike's nude body. Mike's eyes bolted awake and he muttered something unintelligible. With one last glance up to the window, Alex bent over her husband's waist and took his limp cock in her hand.

Slowly Alex began to circle the tip of his penis with her tongue her eyes tracing up his chest to his face. Mike was now looking down at her, a puzzled smile on his face.

"What has gotten into you, you little minx," he asked groggily.

Alex said nothing in reply, she just continued to work on his dick. By now it was rising to the challenge and stood proudly at full flag. Once he was there, Alex encircled the cock with her mouth and plunged her head down its length, her tongue tucked tightly on the bottom side of her mouth. Her upward stroke was slower and more measured, allowing Mike to experience the fullest contentment of the attention he was receiving. She would make this a regular rhythm for a few minutes, her hand cupping and toying with the heavy balls resting between his thighs. Mike's hand drifted to the back of her head and slipped between the strands of her hair. Soon he was pressing her farther down on his dick; pushing it beyond her gag reflex and into her throat. Alex grunted as the dick cut off air and she retreated quickly back up its length, leaving a shiny marking of saliva. Mike's head was tossed back on the pillow as she began short rapid fire plunges on the length, her tongue hooking underneath the bottom side of his phallus. Once she had a few inches in her mouth she sucked sharply and then reversed blowing back the air in her lungs over the trapped cock.

Mike thrust upwards, plunging more of his penis into her orifice and drawing another gag from her throat. But he was already too caught up in the attention he was receiving to notice. Alex did not want to prolong the oral sex longer then necessary and quickly worked to finish him off. Over and over her head rode up and down his length until her jaw began to ache. Suddenly, Mike's hips shot from the bed, forcing almost the entire length of his cock into her mouth and throat. With an extended groan, shot after shot of his thick ropey semen poured down her esophagus. Alex swallowed hurriedly and almost managed to drink it down. One long rope of his cum slipped out the side of her mouth and dripped down her chin. Satisfied she had fulfilled yet another requirement, Alex traced her tongue around the outside of her lips and cleaned her face of the small trail of juices.

Without another word she turned and walked to her robe and left the master bedroom. She was sure that Mike was stunned and confused by the strange nymphomaniac who he perceived to have replaced his wife, but she was in no mood to try and explain anything. 

Another few weeks would pass for Alex and her family. Every two to three days there would be a new phone call and a new request. Often times the blackmailer was content just to make her strip in front of the window. Others he would request that she perform some sex act on her husband. Alex had almost come to accept the man on the other end of those messages as part of her life. Always he would send her pictures of her performances and these too became part of her life. She would study her appearance, the facial expressions of her husband, how her breasts looked, what particular outfits did for her. Sometimes in the quiet downtime after work when she was home alone and her kids were not around, she would masturbate to them.

At first it had been non-sexual, but as the requests became more and more apart of her life, they lost their negative connotation. That had been the first step for Alex. The second had been the newer reaction to them. Many of the requests that the blackmailer put forth required that she give pleasure to Mike or put on a performance of her own. She was frequently left wanting more and being unable to get it. So after work, before class, any time she could escape the phone calls, emails, envelopes, and notes she would study her pictures, just waiting for the next request. Her fingers would begin to lazily stroke over her clit, then they would become more focused in their motions. One hand would clutch the mouse while the other delved into the depths of her need. Her eyes would trace the curve of her hand as it dove between her thighs in the pictures. She would feel herself spasm as her body responded to the image of Mike's saliva covered cock glistening centimeters from her lips. Then the pictures of her squatting across his face, his chin barely visible from the space between her thighs. Next would come the pictures of her pressing the phone into her twat. Then the orgasms would romp through her body in real life.

The progression was the same each time. She would not leave the chair until she was thoroughly satisfied. This meant she would be there for hours sometimes. In the two months since this all had begun, she had used up all of her sick leave and vacation time. The only bright spot on the horizon was Christmas break, which would arrive in only two days time.

The family would be home together for the first time since the beginning of school, and Alex was hoping that whatever trance she had fallen into would come to an end.



For Her Family Ch. 03



A big sigh of relief came from the tall conservatively dressed mother of two as she exited class for the promises of holiday. Alex had managed to survive for three months under the constant threat of prison, embarrassment, and marital collapse. Her sex life had been governed by a blackmailer who held evidence of her daughter's fatal hit and run accident. Every move she made in the bedroom with her husband had been decided by a man who watched from a window. Now, with her children back in the house, she felt some sense of happiness and normalcy return. She couldn't wait to see her daughter and son after so long apart. 

She had hoped to beat everyone home, but a pair of trendy men's shoes waiting on the doorstep told her that David, her eighteen year old son, was already home. As was her ritual, she checked the mailbox, hoping that nothing new would come up on her first day of Christmas vacation. The numbing sensation of another manila envelope told her that her blackmailer would not be offering a Christmas pass from any of his requirements. 

"Hope you are having a wonderful Christmas break dear. I have a gift for you! Go to the Harrison State Park. Wait in the women's restroom just inside the entrance for your surprise! I hope you are excited; I know I am!"

Alex quickly crumpled the paper and climbed back in her car. She didn't want to have to lie to her son with some explanation of why she would be leaving so quickly. During the drive, Alex found the twisted numbness of the blackmail turn towards a nervous excitement. She had been masturbating to pictures of her own performances for several weeks and wondered what her new requirement would be. Would her husband show up, expecting another rendezvous with his suddenly adventurous wife? Would she be forced to masturbate in the dirty shell of the public restroom for the digital audience? She had no idea, and although she feared the consequences, she was having an interesting turn of conscience. 

The park was quiet. There was only the noise of a wind rustling through the few remaining leaves and the still covered conifers. It was a very peaceful setting that was marred only by the dirtiness of the exterior of the public restroom. It was covered in graffiti and the solitary trash can overflowed, long ignored by maintenance. Alex clutched her coat tightly around her slender frame and pushed open the heavy metal door to the women's restroom. There was a small drip in the faucet, but otherwise it was as quiet as the natural beauty outside. But it was definitely not beautiful in there. More graphic graffiti and depictions of male genitals adorned the walls. The lone mirror was scrawled with a bright red and undecipherable word. Alex wondered for a few minutes around the restroom, looking for some instruction. She had entered one of the stalls when she heard the heavy slam of the metal door.

Alex realized the moment she saw her new companion that the blackmail had just taken a drastic turn in a different direction. A tall white haired man in a long brown overcoat that had seen better days stood sneering at her as she peaked out of the last stall. He confidently strolled toward the confused mother trapped in the rear of the restroom. Alex backed into the toilet's low seat and pressed against the rear wall as he entered behind her and nonchalantly turned to lock the door behind him. She was stuck in the four by four enclosure with an obviously lecherous character. Her dismay only increased when he spoke. His voice was nothing like that of her blackmailer. 

"I never though anyone would respond. But here you are."

Alex wasn't given the opportunity to question what the meaning of the comment was. The man moved quickly to her and wrapped her in tight hug, his lips quickly covering hers as his hands groped her firm ass. After a few seconds he broke the forceful kiss and spoke again. 

"Now you give me what you came here for. Bend over the toilet miss," the surprisingly clear voice ordered.

Alex swallowed back her fear and nodded. She turned towards the stainless steel bowl of the toilet seat and bent at the waist, her hands supporting her on the cold pipes which fed water to the appliance. It became apparent that he was not hear for just another grope fest and jerk session, when he pulled a set of long rubber zip ties from his paper bag. Alex's heart raced as he reached around her to snap her into the pipes, securing her in her half bent and submissive position. Alex tried looking back over his shoulder as she heard him rustle again in the bag, but she was unable to identify the new object that he pulled from the bag. When it was pulled tightly between her lips she recognized the salty taste of tanned leather and knew that she was gagged. It was another startling revelation for the teacher. She was bound and gagged in an unused restroom, without anyone knowing where she was, except for the sinister blackmailer. Alex's head hung in surrender.

The man had long waited for this opportunity. He had just been a lonely retiree with unfulfilled sexual fantasies until he had been contacted on a message board by a beautiful mother of two grown children who wanted to be party to one of his fantasies. She had sent him pictures she had taken of her masturbating and having sex with her husband to prove that she was real. He had nervously come to the appointed meeting location at the proper time and was delighted to find that she was just as beautiful as she had been in the pictures. And now he had her bent over a toilet seat, a "victim" in his rape fantasy. She had dressed as a school teacher just as promised, with dark stockings and a heavy professional skirt and white blouse. Now he had a job to do, and he was delighted to be afforded the chance. 

His large overcoat slipped off of his shoulders, revealing his strong naked body. Despite his age, he was still quite fit, having maintained the discipline that years in the Navy had taught him. His dick was already erect with anticipation, but he wanted to make this experience a memorable one for them both, so he was going to savor it. His rough laborer's hands jerked at the zipper running down the back of the skirt and helped it slip down her legs to the ground. His partner playacted wonderfully, squirming suddenly away from him, her butt pressed against the wall as she tried to get away from her "attacker". 

The old man smiled sadistically at this wonderful little minx toying with him. He grabbed her by her panties and hose and yanked her shifting ass back towards him. One hand pinched at the sheer nylon materials covering her from foot to waist and began to yank angrily on them. The first tear started just over the woman's right butt cheek and spread admirably down towards her crotch. Still the woman writhed against his hands, never leaving character. The man appreciated how immobilized she was in the tight space with the bindings firmly in place. Despite her best efforts he was able to rip large areas of the hosiery clear, until there was very little left above her thighs. 

Alex was panicking now. She was certain that her blackmailer had arranged for her to be set up like this. The man was too well prepared to have not been expecting her to be here. The mere fact that he was naked underneath the overcoat told her that he had long waited for the opportunity to get a woman into a compromising and vulnerable position like the one she was in. As she wrenched from side to side, hoping to escape the ripping and tearing of her stockings, Alex tried crying out into the thick leather gag; wishing that she could have told him that she was not here for this, that she had been tricked. But with her tongue flatly forced to the bottom of her mouth and her jaw painfully held open, she could speak nothing. Her cries simply came out as grunts and groans, to which the attacker responded.

The attacker was quite satisfied with this first barrage of attacks and had plenty more in mind. His eager hands grabbed for the waistband of the woman's panties and stockings and jerked them down, in rough side to side motions that pulled them towards the floor. The gradual unveiling of her perfectly rounded posterior and the dark shadow of her pussy lips was like the rising of the curtain at a play, but so much better. Once he had them around her knees he went to work on his foreplay. She had been quite clear about wanting to be well-stimulated prior to being fucked and the old man didn't mind the trade off of waiting a few more minutes to have the opportunity to fuck her. His long knobby fingers slipped between her twisting thighs and were delighted to find she was already wet.

"You like it like this, don't you, you little slut. What would your husband say if he knew you were wet like this, bent over a toilet, begging to be fucked," the old man growled, his fingers digging deeper into her pussy. He was steadily stroking his forefinger into the warm hot depths of her cunt as he continued to berate the whimpering woman before him. 

"If my fingers get you this wet, I can't imagine how you'll like my cock. I'm eight inches, and it has been a long time since I've gotten some. Your young tight pussy will drink my cum. It's too bad you can't see how it is eating up my fingers. Course you probably know well enough."

Alex knew she was wet and horny, but that did not mean she did not want to be here. She had come expecting at worst to fuck her husband in some strange location and at best to be masturbating into some voyeuristic camera in an unsanitary bathroom. But now she had a very horny old man plunging his long fingers into her pussy while his free hand rubbed her naked flesh like she was some sort of pet. But the man was obviously good with his hands and her fear couldn't compete with the steady rhythm of the long digit into her depths. Soon another finger joined the first, and her pussy was stretched to a comfortable maximum and Alex found her eyes watering as her pussy responded even more to the ministrations of her molester. 

"What a slut. I can't imagine that your husband doesn't know. Maybe he has a small dick. Hah! I'll give you the fucking of your life then. I wonder what your kids would think of you. I'll bet your daughter is a good fuck too. Bet your son would love to get on top of you. Ha," the dirty old man raved on as his pointer and middle finger slipped in and out of her folds. Soon he would press his thumb against her anus, the thicker rounded tip providing Alex an unique sensation of pressure that transmitted through to her core. 

Alex cringed at the dirtiness of the man's words. But she was beyond being able to deny the sensations of pleasure that her body was betraying. She found herself disgusted by the notion that she could not wait till he stuck his full length into her. She could only catch glimpses of his dick, but it did look to be long, perhaps close to her husband's generous size. She was a bit startled when she saw his naked torso crouch behind her and she felt the heat of his breath between the peaks of her thighs. 

Then the familiar sensation of a tongue slashed through her. The old man's quick and hungry mouth covered her pussy, his nose buried at the beginning of her ass crack as his tongue wormed its way into her juicy center. The mother and teacher could here his appreciative grumbles as he ate her out. Alex's eyes were clenched shut as she sought to regain some control over her body's response. But the sudden rejoinder of his lubricated forefinger against her asshole caused them to shoot open and her body to tense, as the digit pressed between the muscular clench of her rectum. Alex heard him mumble something about relaxing or it would hurt and she obediently submitted. Once she had unclenched, the finger slipped in up to a single knuckle, where it began to twist and turn. 

The old man could tell by the sudden flood of juices in the woman's twat that she had not yet experienced the joy of anal stimulation. Perhaps if they ever met again she would offer him to continue her education. But today he would abide strictly by their agreement. He was surprised by how sweet her juices were. Most of the women he had ever gone down on had a distinctly salty taste to their cum, but not this one. Her pussy was a delightful meal and his tongue eagerly delved deeper into her, fluttering and spinning as it sought further samples of her wares. 

Alex was unable to resist the two pronged onslaught of the old man tonguing her to heaven and her pussy surrendered the first of her orgasms in a flood of juices and trembles. Once again her eyes slammed shut, but this time in an uncontrollable muscular response to her intense orgasm at the hands of her attacker. Guilt washed over the conscious portion of her mind, but the unconscious simply demanded more stimulation and the primal need won out easily. 

The old man was overjoyed that he still had the ability to bring a woman to orgasm with his talented tongue. But he had had his fill of lapping up her fluids and his dick was far too needy to be ignored any longer. He quickly rose, his finger never abandoning its penetration of her ass, positioning his cock right at her entrance. Then he slammed forward roughly, once again wanting to live out his rape fantasy. His free hand grabbed onto her left hip and used her bodies bound state to power his cock forward into her spread pink lips. Her pussy drank up his length, forming a tight grip around its circumference, and leaving a glistening trail of her juices down the shaft. With a delighted grin he pounded her pussy as forcefully as he could, driving her slender tall body against the wall. Only her bent forearms prevented her from smashing her head into the concrete walls. Over and over he would slide his full eight inches back, just to her entrance, then go running forward into her with an incredible intensity.

The roughness of the fucking was shocking to Alex, who was used to the slow gentle ride of marriage. The man was close to her husband's length, but was wider, and the tightness of her pussy allowed her to experience new sensory details as his penis buried itself in and out of her soaking pink lips. Alex bit into the heavy leather gag as she felt her body shudder with the force of his thrusts. His balls would swing forward and hammer into her clit as he nailed her on his cock. The sudden rhythmic shudders on her clit sent her spasming into a second orgasm. 

The old man laughed out loud, crazily, as his bound partner, orgasmed. He could feel the strong muscles of her pussy walls gripping down on his lengths and keeping his head from slipping free of her embrace. He worked his hips forward and back, then side to side as he stroked, hoping to draw out another of her orgasms while appreciating the varying sensation of the touch of her pussy walls on different portions of his cock. He was even more surprised to find the woman thrusting back on his cock with her own body weight as he came sliding forward. The idea that he had gotten her to break character and willfully ride his dick enticed him onward and he struggled to keep himself from cumming. But her pussy's spasming would be enough to send a younger, more regularly fucked man over the edge and with a sudden clamping beneath his cock head, the old man shot over the edge.

Alex's eyes once again flew open with a bit of clarity as she felt the sudden introduction of a foreign liquid heat spill into her womb. It only further lubricated her pussy and it lost itself in another juice flooding, muscle clenching orgasm. But her mind was now fully awake as shot after shot of the stranger's cum filled her pussy and she shuddered to think of the potential consequences. He had obviously not fucked someone in a while, and for far too long, his semen poured into her. So much of it spilled out that it began to spill down her lips and over her splayed thighs to the pile of her clothes beneath her. The man's psychotic orgasm-induced laughter filled the hollow air around her as the last of his seed filled her. 

"Thank you, thank you. Oh that was wonderful. We will have to do it again sometime," the old codger exclaimed. His excitement would fade when he reached for her gag and he found tears pouring down her face. Panic struck him like a ton of bricks and he quickly gathered his own belongings, fleeing the scene of what he now presumed was a crime. He would never solve the mystery of the woman in the bathroom, but as weeks passed and he heard nothing of the rape, he would return to a sense of secure normalcy.

Alex however, was close to passing out. New gobs of his cum were spreading over her thighs and crotch as it spilled out of her. Her tears were ones of regret and helplessness, despite the still golden glow of the after effects of her orgasm. There was so much risk in the unknown deposit of the man's fluids and so much of her life could be destroyed now. Her solitary mourning was interrupted as she heard the bathroom door swing back open and the heavy steps of another man approached her stall. 

Echoes of applause pealed through the small space as her blackmailer appreciatively evaluated his subject. "Well done, my dear, well done. Such a fabulous performance. The pictures will be so exciting, but why the long face? I am pretty sure you had a good time," rasped the familiar voice as a mysterious gloved hand freed her gag.

Alex tried craning her neck to see her true assailant but could only see dark clothed shape with large glasses and a hat pulled low behind her. When the gag was free she screamed out her frustrations on him. She was silenced when she felt the leather tipped fingers of his hand press into her pussy and its liquid contents. They lackadaisically petted her still sensitive lips as she shuddered before him.

"No worries darling. I wouldn't want anything to happen to my favorite toy now would I. I'll take good care of you, you just got to trust me. Well I had better be going but I need to grab this, and give you this." 

Alex watched as he reached out someplace above and to her right and pulled a small black circle from the wall. The he dropped a box cutter into her open palms and disappeared. Alex hurriedly cut away her bonds, but could not dress quickly enough to catch her taunting mystery. More of the old man's semen continued to leak from her pussy as she sat in the bucket seats of her small car. Its cooling caress was a constant reminder of the deposit's potential damage. But she had to wonder what it was that the blackmailer had meant that he would not let anything happen to her. She had thrown her stockings away and tried straightening as best as possible, but she felt like her recent encounter was obvious even on her face.

She sat for an extra moment or two in her car as she surveyed the driveway. It had been just over an hour since she had left and it appeared as if there were no new arrivals to the house. David's shoes still sat in their same perch on the doorstep. She pushed open the unlocked door and dropped her purse on the floor and quickly headed towards the stairs. She saw that the monitor in the study was on and a picture occupied the center of the screen. Draw closer by the familiarity of the scene on the screen, Alex felt her heart quicken. The picture had been taken during her encounter with the man in the bathroom. It showed her with her ass bent high in the air and an obvious look of pleasure on her face as the strong old man pounded into her, one finger in her ass. Alex looked around in a panic and closed the screen quickly. She pulled up the recently accessed documents and found that the list was made up entirely of the pictures taken over the two hours. She deleted the reference to them all and pulled up the open Internet Explorer box. 

Her email inbox was open and a recent note with attachments from her blackmailer was on screen. Alex sunk into the seat and felt her heart sink even lower when she realized that it was still warm. David had seen the pictures and the accompanying message, another, "Thanks for the good time!" To access the internet he would have had to sign on to her account and would undoubtedly been puzzled by the message header of "Your rendezvous". The teenage boy had obviously found something other than what he may have expected. Alex suddenly felt more lost then ever. Her secret was out, at least partially, and she had know idea how to address it or what her son even thought of her. 




For Her Family Ch. 03



Unable to deal with any more complexities and problems, Alex fled to her bedroom, racing by her son's room and the bathroom. She quickly changed out of her clothes and into a pair of sweats and a sweatshirt and carried the hamper down to the washroom. She busied herself in the mindless repetition of sorting clothes, putting them in the wash, and folding an already clean set. She did not abandon her activity until she heard the door close again and the cheery voice of her daughter echo into the house. 

"Hello, anyone home," Annabel called out. She grinned happily as she saw her mother step out of the laundry and come quickly to embrace her in a tight hug. The nineteen year old was a little worried by her mother's strained complexion. "Are you okay, mom?"

"Yeah. I just missed everyone. Its been a tough couple of months. It's the first time that the house has been empty. I'll be okay. Promise," Alex assuaged her daughter. She turned as she saw David come galloping down the stairs as young men have a tendency to do. She couldn't help but smile at him. It faded when she remembered that he knew her secret. David favored her with a knowing smile then embraced his older sister and picked her up and spun her in the room.

"Long time, no see, sister. How'd finals go?" 

"Great. I think I did really well on the one this morning. I don't really know about the other two though. The profs are a lot tougher to read in the classes," Annabel happily chirped. Alex abandoned her two kids to their college aged chatter and headed to the kitchen to get dinner ready. She wanted to cook a great meal for the first night everyone was home. 

The rest of the night went exactly as Alex hoped it would. Her family was happy and warm and everything seemed like it would be a great Christmas. There were brief moments that seemed to interrupt Alex's perception of reality when she would catch David glaring at her. But just as she thought she would catch him, he would look away as if nothing was going on. His conversation and mannerisms seemed normal enough, it was just in those few seconds that she found herself worrying what he thought of her. The phone did ring a bit too much for her liking, but Annabel was making plans to catch up with all her friends who were back in town for vacation. David just disappeared to his room as soon as dinner was done, announcing he was tired. 

The next day was Thursday, and Annabel was gone early to meet her friends for a day full of shopping. Mike had also left for work- flu season was in full swing and it was a pediatrician's nightmare. Too many overprotective mothers freaking out over a runny nose meant long hours during the break. That left Alex home with her youngest child, David. She had been tormented by the knowledge of his being aware of her betrayal of his father's trust and of her surrender to the blackmail. She knew that she would go crazy if she didn't clear the air quickly, but she was afraid of what might happen if the blackmailer found out David knew.

She knocked on his closed door and heard him call for her to come in. She opened it and closed it behind her. David was still in bed, his hands clutching a video game controller and his TV flashing a bloody spray of simulated violence across the screen.

"David, we need to talk." When he did not look up she continued. "I know what you saw and I need you to believe me that I did not want it to happen. I need to tell you what happened, but not here." 

David's eyes snapped up to her. "You don't think I know what I saw, what you were doing, and who you were with. Or should I say who weren't you with!" 

Alex quickly and forcefully shushed him. "You don't know anything. You have to give me the chance to explain. But not here. Please. Let's go someplace where I can tell you about it. Please. You at least owe me that much."

"I don't owe you anything. Apparently our responsibilities don't matter in this family. I should just tell him," David practically yelled. 

"Please. Just give me half an hour. That's all. Please. We can go right now."

David gave her a nod of his head and climbed out of bed to get dressed. Alex paused momentarily in the doorway, hoping that somehow her relationship with her son would be repaired in the next few hours she had with him.

The car ride was filled with small talk about everything under the sun. The topics changed quickly, because David only provided her with sullen one word answers. For a while Alex drove aimlessly, partially because she hoped that some sign of warming would come from her son, and because she wasn't sure where she could discuss the sensitive matters with her son. The only thing she could come up with, was the high school from which he had graduated the year before. She figure that the first week of Christmas break would ensure that then entire property was deserted. It would be a wide open area where she hoped that she could tell him everything she needed to, without risking more exposure. 

She pulled her car behind the large dark building and put it into park. Silently, the mother and her son stepped from the vehicle. They would walk to a small curb lining the practice fields in the rear of the school and take a seat. 

"David, a lot of this is going to sound unbelievable and impossible. I scarcely believe it myself. But three months ago, someone got a hold of some information that could really hurt your sister. I helped her cover what she did up. If I did not, she would probably spend the better portion of her life in jail and our family would be destroyed. The person that got a hold of this information contacted me a few weeks afterwards. They threatened to blackmail me if I did not go along with them. I have had to do things, which I never would have done before, to protect this family. That picture you saw was one of those things." Alex rested her case. Her son stared at the ground beside her.

"I don't believe you. Your face, in that picture, you liked it! You liked that man screwing you. You're just a slut. Some old guy screwing you in a dirty bathroom stall and you had him take pictures of you. God! What are you, some kind of whore?!"

David's outburst was not what Alex had hoped for. She had thought that he would understand. "David, your sister killed a woman. She was drinking and driving and she accidentally killed her. I can't let anything happen to any of you! You have to understand!" Alex was panicking. She had to fix this; she had to get control again. 

David was quiet again. Until he muttered, "whore", under his breath. Alex lost it. She was tired of her own guilt trips and couldn't handle having her son judging her so unfairly. She was telling the truth! Before she knew what had happened, her hand had shot out and connected with David's cheek. 

He looked up stunned, his face slack and pale. Then as the red impression of her hand filled on his cheek, everything tensed again. His strong muscular frame leapt at her, his hands digging into her shoulders and hauling her to her feet and dragging her back to the car. He slammed her into the side of the vehicle, his jaw set angrily against her. His hands quickly moved to her breasts and pawed her heavily while he taunted her. Alex's hand flew up to the side of his face over and over again, as he groped her painfully. Finally one of her blows seemed to get through and he stumbled back, a stunned look on his face. One of his marauding hands drifted to his face and his other hand dropped to his side. Alex slid down the side of the car, sobbing from the shock of her son's response. She heard David's door close softly and she realized ordeal was over. She too climbed back into the vehicle and began the drive home.

As they pulled into the driveway, Alex heard David stutter a profuse and sincere apology. She could not bring herself to forgive him, or his betrayal of her trust. Not yet, at least. David fled to his bedroom and Alex went to the computer, intent on deleting all the pictures of her blackmail. Just as she started it up, she received another phone call. It was a blocked number and she sensed whom it would be. For the first time since the ordeal began, she did not answer. Alex was determined not to pick up, not to answer the phone. There was a moment of silence as the caller hung up. Then it began to ring again. Alex hung up for them this time. Moments later, the home phone began to ring. Alex quickly pressed the red button that ended the relay. Then the house was silent. 

Alex rejoiced in the silence. She had refused. She had said no. She had finally put a stop to the blackmailer. Her mind would be oblivious to the threat of consequences for a while at least. Later that night, as she watched the television in her room, she realized that she had made a mistake. A flashback from the same scene months before popped up on the news. The world went numb for Alex. There was a partial picture of the Explorer speeding from the scene of the accident. The body of the victim was clearly visible at the bottom, but the license plate and much of the vehicle had been cut away. The news anchor relayed an update on the cold case of a tragic accident. Someone had anonymously faxed a cropped image of the accident that contained valuable clues for police. But some portions of the evidence had been intentionally damaged to shield the perpetrator. A large reward was offered to anyone who knew either the tipster or had information leading to the arrest of those responsible for the crime. 

Alex's thumb tapped the power button and she collapsed back into the bed. She had almost cost her daughter her life. All because she had wanted a moment's peace. How selfish she had been! When the phone predictably rang she obediently reached to answer. 



For Her Family Ch. 04



David's mind had begun to play a dangerous game. 

Initially following his assault on his mother he had felt immense guilt for his actions. He had been moved by all sorts of desires and emotions, the least of which was compassion. But as time passed, some of the more selfish thoughts and reactions had returned.

Why was he supposed to feel guilty? He wasn't the one who had cheated on their spouse. He hadn't betrayed the family. He wasn't having sex with strangers. That was her. Those were her wrongs, not his! 

From the moment the teenager slipped into this line of thinking, there was a swift and dangerous progression. As he sat alone in his room, he felt his own self serving righteousness return, with a hint of bitterness added in. A sense of justification soon followed, along with the familiar need that almost never left the teenage boy's mind. 

He tried recalling the sensation of his mother's breasts beneath his hands, but was unable to. For a while he tried stroking his cock just to his imagination, but found himself only capable of getting erect and not much else. So he waited, patiently, till everyone had gone to bed. 

Certain that he was the only one intent on venturing out late in the evening he would slip back downstairs to the study and the computer that contained the images that had begun the little expedition earlier in the day. 

The computer was still on and the computer was already open to a curious file. There was a pending box on the screen: "Are you sure you want to remove the folder "Picts" and move all its contents to the Recycle Bin?" David clicked "No". Now more curious then ever he double clicked on the folder and a plethora of thumbnails began to fill in across the screen. 

It was a jackpot for the young man. Dozens of images of his mother having sex, giving blowjobs, stripping, being groped, watching porn, masturbating, and more filled the screen. David's cock immediately flew to attention and his hand plunged into his shorts. Alex's son furiously masturbated as he clicked through scene after scene of his mother's perfect naked form. His favorites were ones of her bent over with someone fucking her from behind. The look of ecstasy on her face was intense and soon he felt his jizz flood his pants. Still he stroked until there was nothing left but the wet stain across the material. 

David's mind reeled with all the possibilities. Maybe she was telling the truth. But he decided he didn't care. He had something in mind. Quietly he burned the file to disc and carried it up to his bedroom. David would jack off to it several times that night. While he waited for his cock to harden again, he would evaluate his desires, and come up dissatisfied with only the promise of self-fulfillment. He wanted more and he needed a way he could get it. 

Alex woke early the next morning. She had slept uneasily and was feeling more trapped then ever. So far, she had never seemed to fulfill the blackmailer's infinite desire and only succeeded in getting her son involved in the affair. She wondered how much longer things would go on this way and how far her sanity and values would travel. Part of her unrest, however, had come from the awareness that she was beginning to be aroused more and more by the threats and possibilities of each new day. And it was beginning to be an incontrollable urge to fulfill that urgent driving need. If the blackmailer did not contact her, she was forced to do it on her own. But a small emptiness in the pit of her stomach always throbbed, reminding her that she wanted more. And no matter how hard she tried to deny it, it would not fade until she was back in some compromising position.

Despite this arousal and desire, Alex was not ignorant of the fact that her whole life rode on her ability to fulfill the blackmailer's demands. No matter what she was feeling, she could not allow herself to forget that she was here for her daughter, Annabelle, and her family. This was all for her family. 

She would shower silently her mind torturing her with the tug of war between sexual wants and personal responsibilities. She would fight off the urge to masturbate in the shower and also recognized that she would need to soon, if there was no requirement for today. Luckily for her lust, by the time she had reached the computer, there was another message waiting. 

"Dearest darling- we are having such a good time are we not? It is disappointing to me that you seem to be getting so little from our little game, so we will have a new opportunity for personal return today."

Alex knew that the person controlling her actions and behavior was aware of the sexual urgency which was building within her. There was no doubt in her mind that he was watching her every movement, every plunge of her fingers between her legs. And she was fully aware of the fact he knew she could not fight of the delight of release.

"Click on the link below the message. I have taken a liberty and posted some of our pictures for you. There are several eager applicants for your services and I would hate to have you disappoint your new clientele. Make sure to see three of them today. Ta-ta!" 

The web address was just a grouping of numbers and dots which made no sense to Alex, but it was highlighted in the familiar blue color so she clicked away. Instantly a dozen images popped up on her screen, each one a flashing display of pornography. Different websites promising the youngest of young, barely legal, the girl next door, soccer moms, threesomes, lesbians, and more jumped to the forefront of her screen. Alex's stomach turned as she tried to close the windows, blatant advertisements of the seediness of humanity. She had managed to close all but one of them and in her eager battle; she nearly closed the last one. The one she was intended to see. 

Her pointer had drifted to the angry red box in the corner of the window that contained a white X. But just before her forefinger descended and the page would have blinked away, Alex realized that the profile was for her. 

A single image of her body with legs spread and fingers diddling occupied the top left corner of the page and personal data about NauTyTeacher69 filled out the remainder. More pictures of her were periodically interspersed to keep the sites visitors engaged. At first there was a sense of precariousness which caused Alex's spirits to plummet. Her face, her body, her degradation and shame were on display for the entire world to see, and she had no idea what she could do. 

As the startled buzz settled, she realized that all she could do was obey.

The teacher in her took over and she began to examine the pages' contents and what her next task was. The site was for independent amateur escorts. It was free to join if you were offering services, but had a membership charge if you were looking for them. The top page was her profile- her measurements, occupation, age, state, and other data was listed clinically. Then came the more sexual portion of the page. There was a list of her fetishes, of the activities she performed, of her own personal sexual preferences (position, size, etc), and a going rate for her company by the hour. Alex nervously clicked to her requests page.

Already over one hundred 'private messages' occupied the space, requesting meetings and performances and sexual favors. As she scanned the page she realized that three of them had already been responded to and her personal planner was highlighted with a fateful red. 

Another click, a new page. This one showed her scheduled appointments for the day. There were three scheduled and they took up the entirety of the day. There were one hour gaps between them, allowing for transportation time, and a little recovery. Alex swallowed heavily as she clicked into her first appointment. It was two hours from now at a seedy motel by the airport. The request was posted by a middle aged man who went by the screen name PaulBunyan56. He wanted her to dress like 'an innocent elementary school marm'. Alex figured that would be a more sexed up version of her normal work outfit. 

Alex tried summoning as much offense and mock anger towards her blackmailer as she dressed. She could not allow for the fact that she was now more aroused then ever, and her body, if not her mind was looking forward to the day's challenge.

Nervousness would become the preeminent emotion in the attractive mother's mind as she drove to her destination. She was unsure of herself sexually, unsure of her future, and unsure of her own conscience. If she could not fight off the things that welled up within her, how would she ever be a good wife and mother? So intent on her internal workings, Alex drove by the motel the first time. By the time she broke from the quiet tortured reverie she was five minutes past. Now more nervous then ever, she pulled a U-turn and headed back the way she had come.

She parked her car in the back of the building and sat there studying the aging appearance of the den. Steeling herself for the coming assault, she marched up the stairs. Room 201, room 202, room 203, room 204. The brass door markers breezed by as she stalked to her fate. Room 213. This was it.

The drapes old and tattered, but their heavy cloth still effectively hid the room's contents from outside view. Nervously she knocked, her heart pounding in her chest. Alex could hear feet as they padded towards the door. The rattle of the door knob as it twisted signaled Alex's last opportunity to flee and then it swung open. 

Her eyes struggled to adjust to the dank exterior of the room and its occupants. In the doorway, a tall heavyset man who was obviously PaulBunyan56 greeted her in a deep growling voice. 

"Come in." 

Alex obediently stepped across the threshold and into the motel room, her eyes glued to the floor. In silence she awkwardly shifted from one heel to another, her eyes flicking upwards to scan the faces of the three men assembled there. Paul Bunyan was by far the oldest and was probably the father of the two others in the room. They all bore the same piggish nose and body shape. Alex could tell simply by looking at the boys that they were bullies. They were to big and awkward to be popular or athletic, and too stupid looking to be geeks. The loose plaid shirt and oversized jeans finished the profile. They were bullies. Young men who used their size and strength to get what they wanted out of their failed existence. As a teacher, she had a way of picking them from a crowd. 

"She really looks like a school teacher," the younger, nineteen year-old said. 

"Yessir she does. Doesn't look like most of these whores."

"A little older then I would have wanted, but seems to be quality pussy."

Alex's eyes darted upwards to one of the men sprawled across an aging chair pushed into the corner of the room. So she was reduced to a common whore? She should have known that escorting would not be the limitation of her duties. But for the likes of these. She shuddered in disgust. 

"Well. I guess I owe you some money. Here's the four hundred as promised." The big meaty paw jutted towards her, a wad of greasy twenties rolled between the sausage fingers. "For me and the boys, for two hours. That right?"

Alex just nodded. Two hundred dollars per hour? It was a ridiculous sum, but she knew that it would come at a high cost. She had seen enough in life to know that women who fell under the perception that their bodies were a commodity did not make it far. Her smaller hand reached out and took the cash and stuffed it into her purse. Then her hands returned to their folded position beneath her breasts. 

"Well who wants to get her started? Shall we flip for it?" Both boys bolted to their feet at this, obviously excited to get started. As they approached from the dark corners of the small moldy smelling room, Alex realized they were twins. Probably around twenty by the looks of it. They shoved and punched each other playfully as their dad fished for a coin from his pocket. Alex only shrunk further back into the wall. 

Once the coin was summoned from the dirty jeans, it was quickly tossed upwards. One of the boys shouted out his preference of side.

"I got tails!" The coin landed in the heavy palm of the elder man in the room and it disappeared. Both boys eagerly peered down at it, waiting for the unveiling. With a quick flip of his hand he slapped it down onto the back of his other hand. A second later, one of the massive young men erupted into a stomping and yelling victory dance while the other swore up a storm and slumped back towards the chair. 

"Don't go nowhere just yet, Tom. We need to get her warmed up before we give her a good screw. Ain't that right teacher?"

Alex glanced to "Paul" at this. Her voice timidly squeaked out a yes in reply. The older man grabbed her by her upper arm and pulled her in closer to him. His whisky breath and sweaty body order combined in a repugnant aroma that made her wish more then ever she had never opened the first package. So intent on the older man was her gaze, she failed to notice the equally large hand that reached out and cautiously groped her backside. She jumped a little at the touch and it disappeared off of the gentle curve of her skirt.

"Now, don't go getting prudish on my boys, whore. We paid you, and you got too provide your services in return. You're their birthday gift. Wouldn't want to ruin it for these handsome lads now would ya," the father growled. It was a thinly veiled instruction and Alex braced herself for what would most certainly come next.

The hand returned, emboldened by her chastisement, to her backside, where it was joined by another coming from the opposite side of her body. Alex closed her eyes and tried to take herself somewhere, but the adventuring hands kept causing her eyes to flip back open. One of the sons' hands found its way to her knee cap and slid upward. Her skirt bunched as it wormed its way up her thighs to her panty covered crotch. The fingers pressed harshly into her through the thin material of her hose and underwear. Another hand moved over her breast and began to grope her chest painfully. The boys were inexperienced and rough- oblivious to her emotions and feelings. 

Alex tried to control her erratic breathing and remain calm. But she had never felt so reduced to shame as then. But it would only get worse before it got better. 

The one called Tom tired quickly of the petting. Alex was certain that he had groped up more then one poor scared girl during his school days. She could tell from the eager tenting in his jeans that he was excited for more. Expectantly he looked to his father, who was now sitting on one of the queen sized beds, hand down the front of his pants. 

In a hoarse and broken voice, Paul muttered "go fer it."

That was all Tom wanted. The meathead shoved his brother away from his prize and pushed Alex towards the bed. 

"Take off your clothes. Right now." 

Alex stumbled away from him as her hands moved obligingly to the top of her blouse. She was surprised by how natural it seemed to follow the commands of this person she despised so much and knew so little about. With her eyes trained towards the floor she slid it off of her shoulders, leaving the white lacy bra she wore for Mike on their anniversaries covering her breasts. As her stomach sank a little farther she reached for the zippered backside of her skirt, but Tom beat her to the punch.

He angrily jerked down the small zipper. His unsteady hand and hastiness caused it to stick on several occasions as it slipped over his prey's backside. Cursing to himself he worked it farther down until he was able to push the skirt from the whore's hips. His dick was hard in his pants and every movement of his legs caused his balls to twitch excitedly as he worked to disrobe the woman. 

Once she was down to her underwear, Tom spun her around to face him. His eyes widened as they studied her. She was very fit and very well shaped for a middle aged woman. She obviously took great care in keeping trim and attractive. Tom grinned lecherously into her face, before his hands yanked the cups of her bra down. Its supportive framing kept it from going far, but it allowed Alex's dark nipples to peak into view. 

Tom heard the woman squeak in pain as he grabbed them between his thumb and bent forefinger and pulled on them. The pink tips immediately flooded with blood and stood proudly to attention before her. While Tom distractedly tugged again and again on one of the nipples, he worked to unhook the clasp of the bra, conveniently located front and center on the undergarment. 

His oversized fingers and inexperience made the task challenging. Eventually he was forced to give up the brutal game of cat and mouse with her nipples so the article could be removed. Unceremoniously it was pulled from her arms and tossed to the floor. 

Alex tried to remain focused on the floor, on her feet, anything but was happening to her. But the return of his grasp to her breasts told her she would be unable to do that. Her downcast eyes watched as her newly bared breasts were manipulated and squeezed like a new found toy. There was no gentility, caution, or reservation. The young man was learning at her expense.

Tom would not grow tired of the mother's full breasts for several minutes. His focus would change with the encouragement of his brother.

"Fuck her already. We don't have all day and at the rate your going you won't even get your cock in her. She's a whore dammit!"

Tom glared over at his brother, obviously stung by the taunts. With another glance into the whore's face he would move down to her panties. He pulled them down quickly, with several jerks until they crumpled around her ankles, just above the steep angle of her heels. Alex kicked them away. 

Tom once again shoved her backwards, knocking her onto the bed. Alex's arms flew out as she landed, bracing her body's impact on the squeaky mattress. Her eyes glanced up, just beginning to water, as the young man worked on his own clothing. The dusty work boots he wore were flung into the wall with a sharp snap of each of his legs and his well dirtied jeans followed soon after. The heavy metal t-shirt, which reeked of sweat and spilled meals was added to the pile, until only the boy's boxers remained. 

"You can do the rest, right teacher? Done it lots of times haven't you?" The cruelness of the bully's personality continued to glare through as Alex nervously pushed herself from the bed. Her trimmed nails slipped to the sides of his shorts and beneath the roll of his stomach where the elastic band of the boxers was pulled tight.

The shorts slid downwards, his dick popping into view with a flourish as they passed over it. The dick was very thick and of average length, Alex found her mind noting as she lowered the shorts to his feet. Her pussy pulsed momentarily into the rough threaded weave of the blankets which were draped over the bed. Tom stepped from his shorts, proudly tilting his head back and thrusting his cock forward. 

"Suck it. C'mon. I ain't got all day. Lick my dick." 

Alex stared up at him and her eyes passed to the other two men in the room. Both had their flies down and their cocks out in hand. Her stare returned to his penis and her suddenly diminutive feeling left hand reached for it slowly. It quickly found itself wrapped around a familiar object- it was not the first cock she had held since the ordeal began and she was certain it would not be her last. 

Tom shuffled forward, his cock marching ever closer, until he stood between her legs. Tom's brother came for the first time then. He had been over eager with the hammering of his hand on his own penis. The image of his twin brother standing between the pale spread legs of a beautiful woman who could have easily been his teacher was too much. His vast experience with pornography told him that this was a dream come true. 




For Her Family Ch. 04



Her long pretty hair was pulled tightly back in a bun and pinned into place with a yellow pencil. Her breasts were round and full, but still quite firm and with her nipples rigidly standing before them, they were picturesque in the dim light. How he wished he could be right there, her calves arched by heels, loosely grazing the back of his own. And that was enough for him. His hot semen pumped into the air and settled back down over the head of his cock. The remainder fell onto his t-shirt and jeans. But he didn't care. His hand didn't stop stroking and his cock only softened slightly. This was too much. 

Alex glanced over at the other brother just as he let out a loud groan and caught a glimpse of the ropey liquid explosion which flooded his groin. She somehow doubted that one orgasm would be enough for her "clientele". Tom's hand gripping her hair tightly refocused her attention.

Now that she was paying attention to him once more, Tom aggressively pressed her head down. The last few inches that separated her mouth from his cock quickly closed, although it seemed like an eternity to him. Then his cock's wide red head pressed against her lips, forcing them apart. 

The steady pressure on the back of her head and the forward thrust of his dick gave Alex little opportunity to resist. Within her conscious mind she was still in control- she had not yet surrendered to any of the more primal desires which were humming to life deep within her. For now, they were going ignored. 

Tom would lose his patience with the prostitute his father had hired the moment his penis broke the guardian circle of the woman's lips. He had not yet enjoyed the promises of a woman's body and the subtle shift of warm air over his tip encouraged him deeper. His thrusts were strong and eager, full of youthful energy and inexperience. His eyes would not vacate their stare on their meeting. He loved that his cock spread her lips wide and tight over her mouth's opening. 

"Oh, God. This is fantastic," the young man groaned.

Alex looked up at him, her left hand lightly stroking his shaft as her head was forcefully bobbed on the wide girth of his penis. Her tongue stroked the underside of his cock as she sought to finish him before he turned to other orifices. Since she had seen no condoms, she knew that once again more than just her sanity was at risk. 

Tom let out another howl of delight as the small tip of her tongue traced small lines of pleasure beneath the tip of his cock head. Both of his hands drifted to the back of her head now, as his hips failed to keep up with the urgency of his need. They could not thrust fast enough, nor deep enough, to sate his lust. His thick shaft glided in over her lips, her tongue and peaked just as it prodded into the back of her throat. Then out again. Thin trails of saliva glistened beneath the low wattage bulb hanging overhead. 

Tom felt more powerful and alive then ever before and a way of life for the young man would be entrenched in his mind. His broad thighs flexed and pressed onward as they pressed deeper and deeper into Alex's mouth. Her hand was moving more eagerly and enthusiastically over his shaft as it was abandoned by her mouth. He nearly jumped in surprise, when her free hand lightly stroked the underside of his balls, teasing him farther and farther along.

By the time Alex toyed with his balls, Tom was quite near to his limit. A few soft strokes across the bottom of the heavy pair of testes would be too much. Alex felt the familiar pulse of orgasm jump within them and the explosion would race along his length until a thick jet of white sticky semen filled her mouth.

Tom had no intention of letting his semen spill. But he could not bear any further movement within her mouth. The sudden sensitivity of his entire groin region caused him to freeze as his hands locked into Alex's hair like a vise grip, pinning her mouth on his shaft. Alex took the power from him, as her hands continued their mischievous work. She had no intention of dealing with another orgasm from him, so her hand pumped his shaft while she continued to toy with his balls. More and more of his unbearably salty jism spilled into her mouth. She was forced to begin swallowing quickly, in an effort to take it all. 

By the time Tom managed to pull his cock free from her lips and the last of his orgasmic cries faded, Alex had drank nearly all of the fluid. But "Paul" had other ideas, as Tom dropped to the floor opposite the bed, his cock softening between his fat thighs. 

"Don't swallow all the boy's juices. Spit some on yer hand," he instructed.

Alex, still seated on the edge of the other bed, with her thighs spread wide for Tom, nodded. She spit a sizable blend of semen and saliva into her hand and stared back at the older man.

"And?"

"Don't be sassy with me bitch. Put on a show for us. Rub that shee-it into yer cunt. Lube it up real nice and good. Wait. Wait. Slide farther back up the bed before ya do. I want everyone to see this."

Alex dutifully pushed herself farther up the bed until her naked back rested against the wall and her high heels dug into the sheets and mattress. She tried closing her legs up a little in the process, hoping to maintain some personal sense of modesty. 

"Keep 'em spread whore," was her answer to that. Paul obviously intended to get his full money's worth. Only twenty minutes had passed since she had entered the room and she still had over an hour and half to go. Alex began to get the feeling that she was not going to avoid the attentions of the other two men much longer. 

Alex legs parted of their own volition and slid farther down the bed. The other boy slid his chair farther over so as to get a better view, as his penis began to harden once more. Alex carefully turned her hand over, spilling the contents onto her lower stomach. Her hand began to lazily circle the warm liquid over her belly and crotch, avoiding her actual opening as much as possible. 

"Get it in there nice and good. We don't need you to be coy with us," Paul grumbled once more. Alex didn't know why he cared so much, he obviously would screw anything that moved. She cast her eyes downward once more, to where her hand was creeping towards her lips. The goopy mess trailed behind it, spreading a glistening film of white material as a pathway. 

The first touch of her fingertips to her pussy reminded her that she was battling with her own desire. There was a sudden internal spark of excitement as they slid farther down, tracing the outline of her labia and clitoris. Unable to bear the stares of the other occupants of the room while she pleasured herself, she closed her eyes and tossed her head back against the wall. 

Free in a land unto herself, Alex allowed her mind to wander. She was safe, at home, on her own bed, masturbating while thinking of she and Mike's passionate sex. Soon he would be home, and they would pick up where they had left off before he went to work. She could imagine his warm long rod sliding into her soaking pussy. 

The three men watched as the greatest pornographic show they had ever seen unfolded before them. They did not mind that her eyes were closed or that she seemed to be imagining someplace else. All the three of them cared about was the rapid fire caress of her right hand in her pussy. They were transfixed by the sight of two of her fingers slide into the spread pink folds and then withdraw, before sliding home again. Each was wondering what his cock would feel like in there and each was championing their own ability to please a woman in their own minds. 

When Alex's left hand reached up to press into her breast, they did not know where to look. They had to stroke their cocks to something which they could not totally encapsulate in their small minds. 

The beautiful woman, legs spread wide with a pair of black high heels capping her feet, masturbated energetically for them. She could not get enough of her own body and quickly her movements and breathing would reflect it. The pace of the rise and fall of her chest would quicken, and soon her gasps would be audible. Two fingers on her right hand plunged in and out, abandoning the hot, glowing hole only to furiously rub over the surface of her clitoris. 

"Mmmmhm, yesss," Alex hissed under her breath. Her fingers plunged back into her, fluids covering their surface and scenting them with her essence. She was nearing her first orgasm when reality would strike.

A sudden addition of weight on the foot of the bed told her that she was no longer alone to her reveries. The boys had enough playing. Tom's brother was rapidly crawling towards her splayed thighs, his naked body jiggling as he raced towards the promise of her sex. Alex's eyes fixed him in place as she tried to slam her thighs back together. But the boy had already made it to her knees and the combination of his weight and the strength of his prying arms forced them painfully open again. Her arms shot out, nails bared like claws as she struggled to fight through the desire burning within her and delay the inevitable until she could be strong. But Paul was soon by her side, his powerful arms added to his son's onslaught and she soon found her arms held above her head against the wall by one of his large hands.

Alex's eyes darted from the encroaching penis threatening her vagina and back to the larger cock which was angling for her mouth. The boy between her legs would not need a second thrust to hit her pussy. The first one was strong and quick, and the wide tip of his penis slid deep into her vaginal opening until it bottomed out with his balls nestled firmly against her body. 

She let out an unintentional gasp at the wave of pleasure that rode upwards with the thrust of his cock. That little gasp was the only opening the father needed and his cock was guided quickly into her mouth. His spare hand pulled her mouth firmly up its length until it was pressed into her throat. His massive thighs began to hammer in short bursts into her mouth, which was stressed to a new maximum. His was a long cock, but just as wide as his sons' and it caused Alex's jaw to painfully tear at its muscles as they sought to accommodate the size. 

Despite the pain that glowed in her jawbone, Alex could not deny that the boy had struck her at the perfect moment. Her desire for pleasure had reached a peak as she masturbated that could not be retreated from. And the thick girth of his cock was more satisfaction than her fingers could have delivered. The boy leaned forward, his bulky arms bracing his heavy body up as he drove his penis and out, in and out. 

If Alex could have cried out in pleasure she would have, but all she could manage was a stifled moan with the large penis filling her orally. Her mind cried out for sanity and control, but her physical needs muffled it. Alex would be unaware until afterwards, with the amount of quickness that she surrendered to her desires. 

But the men would not miss the surrender. The boy made sure to yell it to all parties present.

"God! She's thrusting on me. She's pushing her vagina on my dick. The bitch wants it! What a whore!" 

Paul managed a few grunts of satisfaction in response as he powered his penis further and further into her throat. Her dark hair was still tangled in his fingers, but he was no longer forcing her head to move on his cock. She was doing it on her own.

Alex was quickly becoming the wanton slut that the men had hired. Her pussy was flooded with juices as the broad smooth surface of one of Paul's sons' cocks drove in and out. The delectable pulling sensation of her pussy walls across the dick as it retreated sent shivers up her spine. Her mouth eagerly sucked down the length of the penis in her mouth, she wanted it all to herself. She wanted to be filled entirely by the rods that penetrated her from opposite ends. Her hips were working vigorously on the penis within her, perhaps too much so, as the young man flooded her pussy for the first time that day with cum. 

"Fuck! I'm coming! I'm coming! Goddamn," he yelled to no one in particular. His hips still hammered into her as he celebrated the ongoing clamping of her pussy walls on his length. It was not until his cock had softened and his hips had tired that he would slide it from her. 

The moment her pussy was vacated, it was filled by a jealous Tom. He had only come in her mouth and now wanted a piece of pussy. He didn't mind that his brother's jism lubricated the tunnel, he just wanted to bury his dick inside her. 

Alex was greatly pleased that another cock found its way inside her. When it had been abandoned by the other, her hips had waved explicitly in the air, trying to beckon some attention back to them. And now with the thick girth of their father's cock buried in her mouth, and Tom fucking her semen-filled pussy, Alex came.

"Gnhhhhhhh. Unhhh, unhhh, gnhhhhh!" 

Even though the noises were gibberish, the men knew what they meant. Their whore was out of control in her own explosive orgasm. The sudden tightening of her throat and the vibrations of her cries on Paul's length sent him over the edge. Rather then spray his cock deep in her throat he vacated her mouth and sprayed his jizz downwards. Alex's head swerved, mouth open, to catch as much of the sticky fluid as possible, but much of it landed across her face and neck. Her tongue went to work on licking her lips and mouth clean of the stuff, swallowing every last drop. 

Now with her mouth free and her mind absent, she cried out encouragement to the young overweight man hammering into her pussy.

"C'mon Tom! Fuck me! Harder! Fuck that's it! Don't be a pussy! Fuck me!"

The young man had heard and seen a lot, but the sight of the formerly resistant teacher crying out for him to fuck her was overwhelming. Slightly angered by her insults and eager to prove his masculinity, he fought with every urge to keep from coming. Over and over his cock and balls would hit home, a loud wet slapping noise filling the room. 

He couldn't hold out much longer, but it gave Alex the opportunity to come once more. When her cries started and her pussy clamped down again, Tom lost control and exploded within her. His cock fired like a shot gun, pulsing and twitching as another load of fluid sprayed her depths. He would roll to the side immediately, his penis spurting several globs of cum onto her body as he landed beside her on the bed. 

Alex lay there beneath the yellowed ceiling tiles, her breathing slowing, and her mind gradually regaining control of her faculties. She could distinctly recognize the trail of juices across her body as her pussy's orgasmic release faded. The warm liquid puddles cooled slowly and dried, their white amoebic shapes fading into her skin as they did so. 

The sudden resumption of sanity was too quick. Some part of her still savored the pleasure of sexual orgy while the now dominant part decried her failing and the surrender to primacy. For a few moments she would lay there, her eyes and conscious mind barely registering anything. To the three men in the room, she simply appeared lost, her body shivering slightly. In somewhat of a stupor, she lurched from the bed, stumbling over Tom's brother and into the bathroom. 

She closed the door behind her and squatted on the toilet and let loose a stream of urine from her bladder. She was still naked, but for her heels, and covered in semen. Alex could hear the ritualistic heavier drip of the boy's cum into the toilet bowl as she peed. Even after she was finished she still sat there, too stunned and tired to cry. How quickly she had transformed from a reserved, intelligent, and respectable woman, into a wanton slut with a nymphomaniac twist. 

Movement from the corner of her eye barely registered. The three men entered, single file, still naked. Their penises were erect once more and aiming pointedly for their prey. Only an hour had elapsed for Alex and she still owed them a debt. 

Alex was too numb for the first assault. Tom's brother pulled her head down over his penis and for nearly ten minutes he would rhythmically pound it into her. Alex's eyes were vague and truly hollow. Her mouth simply accepted its fate and it hastily swallowed the release of his fluid. 

"Paul" would take his turn next, pulling her from her seat on the toilet and forcing her to bend over it. Alex stared into the dirty bowl as Paul's dick forced its way into her still wet twat and began its familiar thrusting. It was a large cock and stretched the pink lips fully and the strong forward moment often drove his ball sac into her clitoris. She would orgasm under the thumping assault, but it only showed in an increased rate of sobbing which she struggled to restrain. Twenty five minutes of it and Paul was done, more semen racing upward towards her womb, seeking to fulfill its natural duty and impregnate her. 

When Paul had finished, he slid his dick from her and wiped its sticky wet surface across her backside. Tom would replace his father in her pussy, his smaller cock easily gliding in and out of the stretched tunnel. He would last longer, having cum twice already. The repeated pounding into her prone body, the steady pulse of her body on his cock, would take him to the edge twenty minutes later. Then the men casually left, leaving a few choice insults behinds, and checked out. 

For one hour, Alex stayed in the restroom alternating between the shower and the toilet. She hoped to clean herself of the experience, but the memory proved too powerful and equal parts of lust and disgust would be summoned by its recollection. 

The woman who emerged from the motel room was one slightly different then the one who had entered. She bordered on a brink of a chasm that would decide who she was and who she could become. But all she could think about was making it to her next appointment on time. Alex was clinging to the love she had for her family as the last raft which could buoy her descent. 

Alex had used up much of her spare time to make it to the next appointment and as a result a small traffic accident would make her late. The building she pulled up to, ten minutes later then planned, was what would be considered a mansion. But three large Greek symbols hanging over its façade indicated that it was not a personal home. A sorority. 

She pulled around back as instructed and as she stepped from her car she was met by two twenty-something girls wearing the prerequisite trend clothing- short flirty skirts, tight pink t-shirts, and flip flops, even in mid-December. These were the type of college girls that Alex had hated growing up. They passed through life operating on the credit that their looks and parents provided. She had earned what she had received and they did not. 

"Nice of you to finally show up, whore."

"Yeah, we didn't pay for an hour just so you could show up whenever," blonde number two said.

"We've got your stuff inside. Everyone is waiting so hurry up," blonde number one followed.

Alex climbed the steps into the house, watching as the two real sluts' skirts revealed their panty-less crotches with each flouncing stair. 

They pointed her up a stairway just off the kitchen and told her to wait upstairs for them. Alex climbed the dark old stairway by herself, listening to the creaking steps and wondering what was in store for her. She felt safer then before, wondering what damage a houseful of sorority girls could do. Alex felt like maybe she had been in the house before. Annabelle was in a sorority, but had moved out after the first semester there. Alex wondered if this was hers, and if so, what information they had gleaned on her daughter. 

There was open door immediately before her at the top of the stairs, and a long narrow hallway stretched off to the left. Alex slipped inside to the room and looked at the items laid out across the bed. A wide variety of sex toys in different colors, shapes, and functions were laid out one after the other on half the bed. There was around twelve in all. On the other side was a sinister looking leather outfit and pair of patent leather boots. 




For Her Family Ch. 04



Curious, Alex's fingers reached out to the items, gently touching the latex body suit and its polished exterior. The items were obviously quite revealing and she slipped out of her normal clothes and nervously into the new ones. It took her a few minutes to get all the loops and ties fastened but when she was done she looked in a full length mirror leaning opposite the foot of the bed. The corset was held together by black leather straps that laced through metal ring holes up the stomach, down the sides and up the back. It was essentially only four strips of material held together by the straps. 

The brassiere was low with a highly uplifting effect on her décolletage. There were cutouts that allowed her nipples to poke through into the cold bedroom air. She had attached a nipple chain from one to the other, and each fleshy nub now burned a fiery red. The chain hung down about three inches between the tips of her tits and swung back and forth when she moved. The panties, if you could call them that, were made of the same black material. They were styled similarly to the corset and top, with metal eyelets and leather straps. However, there was one unique feature to them. A strange three inch diameter "nozzle" occupied the prime real estate over her pussy lips. Another similar hole occupied a position slightly farther back on the underwear. Alex was unsure as to what it was for but figured it would not be good.

She slipped on a dark brown robe over the outfit and quietly tapped her way down the hall until she overlooked the great room. Down below, a hundred or more tea lights glistened in a hokey ceremonial arrangement. They spiraled inward from the outer reaches of the room until the ceased, leaving a four foot circular opening. Moments later a dozen chanting sorority sisters paced into the room. 

From her distance, Alex was unable to make out was being said, but she assumed it was something akin to baby talk. Her breath would catch in her throat when a slender young woman, in a traditional white night gown that was nearly ethereal in the light, walked into the room. Her gait was slow and elegant, despite the dark black collars that circled her neck, wrists, and ankles. 

Alex could tell that the girl took the events and proceeding seriously. Everything she did was cautious and purposeful. 

"Sister Sarah. You have violated house rules for pledges and have failed in your duties. You bring shame upon the house, your sisters, and those who would follow in your footsteps," one of the blondes decried.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself, Sister Sarah, and will you accept your punishment or will you resign your pledge to the order?"

"I accept my punishment in the hopes that I will be redeemed in my sisters' eyes and in the eyes of the house. Punish me as you will."

The voice was sweet and empty, and Alex got the distinct impression that the girl was genuinely sorry for whatever she had done. But an apology was not enough to save her.

Five sisters' approached the pledge and fastened heavy steel chains to each of the girl's black collars. Then they began to tug her at a steady march up the central staircase and down a hallway that intersected with Alex's. 

Alex ducked farther back into the shadows, not wanting to be seen by any unnecessary individuals. The pack peeled off into one of the side rooms and the loud clatter of the chains being adjusted sounded throughout the old house. Moments later three of the girls emerged and marched in a procession downstairs where they rejoined the other remaining members. Not long after, one of the blondes emerged and headed in Alex's direction. 

"Go in there. You should know what to do. You are a whore after all," the smug little bitch instructed.

With a clenched jaw, Alex strode from the shadows, the stiletto heel of her boots clattering on the floor. When she reached the room, she found the disgraced sister bound to the bed, spread eagled. She had been gagged and blindfolded and her head whirled from side to side and she tried speaking through the pair of panties that were stuffed in her mouth. One of the blondes was sitting in pink bean bag, her ceremonial robe still on. She would say nothing when Alex came in. Just a few seconds later, and blonde number two returned, the pile of sex toys in hand. 

Unceremoniously she dumped them on the floor and closed the heavy door behind them. Alex was now alone with the two blondes and their play thing. The girl was beginning to whimper and her blindfolded head turned from side to side with each new noise that rang throughout the old walls. 

"Alright whore. Here's the gear. You can pick which one you want to use first but remember you have to make it last. Torturously slow. Then make it hurt," blonde one commanded.

Alex must have looked puzzled, by the instruction because the blonde obviously felt the need to expound further. 

"Gawwwd. Are you retarded? We bought the suit and strap on attachments, now go to work." Alex still stared at her until the blonde decided to prompt her to action. She reached down and picked up a small rabbit vibrator and pushed it into Alex's palm. "Get her off you dumb whore!"

Alex began to realize that the girl's punishment was to be sexual torture. Oh well. If that was what she was being paid to do. Alex strode to the side of the bed and sat beside the girl's waist. One hand continued to cradle the rabbit, while the other drifted to the girl's calf. 

She was a little unsure of herself at first, but decided to do what she did to herself when she wanted some playing. Her fingers drug over the calf and up the leg to the girl's knee cap where the nightgown now rested. The girl squirmed beneath her touch, but the tightly pulled chains kept her from getting farther away. 

Alex felt her own breathing increase in pace. Sure she was being paid to do this and sure the blondes were treating her like a common whore, but at least she was in control. She continued the slow taunting tapping of her fingers up the girl's leg, going slightly farther each time before retreating again. 

Alex knew that the gentle caress of her fingers over her own body was exquisitely pleasing. It was the perfect introduction for further activity. Each touch was an onward progression of the last and the actual contact was only localized to a minute area of her skin. Alex could feel herself responding to the touch as she performed a ritual her own body was quite familiar with. 

Soon her nails were lightly scraping up the young woman's inner thigh, fatefully close to her womanhood. The white gown now rode high on her body, its tail pinned beneath her, but the front nearly revealing her pink folds. The girl was thrashing against her bindings as Alex's teasing continued.

Alex found herself squirming in the tight leather underwear, grinding the round plastic nozzle against her own pussy as she worked to bring the girl ever so slightly higher on the arousal scale. Only when her fingertips grazed the girl's nether region directly did Alex know that it was time for more. When her hand withdrew from beneath the nightgown, the tips of the two nails which had brushed against the young pledge's twat were nearly dripping wet. 

She sniffed at the fluid before glancing embarrassedly at the two blondes. Alex was more then surprised to see them sharing the bean bag chair. It wasn't so much them sitting together; it was the eagerness with which they were making out. Blonde two (at least she thought it was blonde two) was sitting slightly behind blonde one, her right leg beneath the other girl's body. Her lips were fastened on the nape of one's neck. Her kisses were frantic and urgent and raced over all the exposed skin. Blonde one was eagerly bucking her crotch over the other girl's thigh. 

Alex couldn't make much detail out from the pile of ceremonial robes they were wearing, but she was pretty certain both were naked beneath their outfits. The notion of a bare pussy slipping across her own thigh caused her lips to spasm in pleasure. 

A gasping "get on with it" emerged from one of the two entwined women. 

Alex turned back to the task at hand and flicked the on/off switch on the small clitoral stimulator to life. The buzzing noise was loud in the room, as only heavy breathing and the occasional smack of lips and flesh was going on. 

The small rabbit angled downward over the night gown and pressed into the bound girl's stomach. Alex was pleased to see her jump at the touch of the rapidly shaking toy. She would angle its point downward, leading it down from her bellybutton towards the promise of the girl's excited folds. The girl's twitches and movements became more and more frenetic as the vibrator buzzed towards the point of no return And then, through the thin transparent shift, it made contact. 

The young lady's reaction was immediate, her hips vaulting off the bed and her muffled cries echoing into the room. Her head shook violently back and forth as the vibrator applied steady constant pressure to her clitoris and a growing wet spot formed on her gown. 

Just as the girl seemed to be bordering on orgasm, the vibrator slipped away, down to the exposed skin of her thighs and the high riding edge of the shift. Alex alternated its contact from one portion of the upper thigh to the other. The girl's thrashing slowed but remained energetic as the vibrator thrummed pulsating sensations up to her pussy. Alex decided that it was time for some direct contact. 

The rabbit pushed up the girl's left thigh, swerving in a serpentine motion across the tan smooth flesh of her private region, until it grazed the edge of the girl's pussy. Then she went wild again, thrashing and crying out into her bindings. Alex maintained the pressure of the chrome painted vibrator on her labia, watching as more and more juices slipped in opaque droplets from the girl's depths. She slid the shuddering toy up and down the slit then trailed it to the outer lips once more before barely pressing it against her pussy. 

The girl would come with a halting cry and and shivering collapse onto the bed. Her knees tried to twist together, but the onslaught of the vibrator would continue until she was a quivering mass of pleasure overrun. Alex was horny as ever, watching the girl receive such exquisite treatment. A glance over at the blondes told her that they were receiving plenty of attention. Blonde one's head was now buried in blonde two's lap, eagerly sucking pussy fluids into her mouth. 

A large textured dildo with a strange extension off the backside caught her eye. It was roughly eight inches in length while the additional piece was only one inch long and a quarter inch wide. The piece was flexible and jiggled when flicked. Another on/off switch graced the handle. The heavy ribbing across its surface was obviously designed to maximize contact and a small threading around the base gave Alex the final cue. 

Curious, she slowly screwed the piece into the black bottoms she was wearing. Sure enough, it fit perfectly, the small extension nuzzled into her pussy, just beneath her clit. When she hit the power button the thing vibrated quickly to life and her clitoris did a little jump for joy. Alex stroked the long shaft a few times and found that the increased pressure on the dick brought a more intense simulation to her own pussy. 

With a smug grin, she turned back towards the young coed bound to the bed. A heavy pair of scissors rested on the nightstand and she picked them up. Then she opened them slightly and slid them up the length of the girl's nightgown. She would shudder as the cold steel slid over her stomach, collarbone, and neck. Once finished, the material sloughed off to one side. Alex pulled it further apart until the young lady's pert tits were fully in view. Alex tugged at her nipples a little bit, causing them to stand to attention. She found herself giggling as she enjoyed the new found sense of dominance that was rearing up in her. 

The girl was squirming significantly once more, as Alex continued her games. But Alex was eager to test the full possibilities of the new strap on that was protruding from her groin. But she wanted the girl to see what she was about to get. 

She pulled the blindfold up off of the girl's head and watched her reaction. 

The bound pledge blinked a few times, her eyes glancing to the scene of the blondes' vigorous make out session, which was bordering on sex. Then with a small shake of her head she turned to Alex, who was now standing beside her. She looked slightly puzzled by the stranger and her unique and very distinctive outfit. Then she saw the source of the heavy buzzing sticking from Alex's crotch and her head once again whirled into a vigorous negative head shake. She obviously did not want that thing in her, but Alex knew better.

Or at least she thought she did. The gentle stimulation of the vibrator's reverse extension and the intense eroticism of the situation had gotten her quite aroused. So where a mother's rational and emotionally sensitive mind once existed, there was only desire, lust, and power.

Alex slipped a knee onto the bed near the girl's armpit and twisted her hips so that the tip of her artificial cock buzzed over the tip of the coed's nipple. She used the black rod to caress the sensitive underside of the girl's breasts. Still the girl shook her head- no, no, no.

Knowing that to prolong the torture she would need to keep the girl tense and stimulated, she slipped one hand to the girl's pussy and her fingers' began a talented series of turns and rubs that caused the girl to grind her cunt lips on Alex's hand, despite her negative head nods. 

Suddenly, Alex felt the desire to give the girl what Tom and his brother and Paul had given her. She wanted the little sex starved nymphomaniac to get her just deserves. She was probably being punished for having sex with someone against house rules. Alex slid her bent leg down the edge of the bed slowly, dragging the tip of the vibrating dildo across the woman's skin in a tactical retreat. Soon the black penis buzzed over the girl's sensitive hip bones. 

Again the response elicited from the girl was two fold; her hips would move to meet the offending threat, while her eyes filled with tears and her head shook know. But Alex was too fascinated by this new power play and too convinced that somehow what she was doing was right. Once again, she was caught up in the sensations and desires of a moment, rather then being able to think as she normally would.

Alex shifted into a better position on the bed so that she was now kneeling before her little sacrifice. The bound brunette stared down at her, eyes accusing, yet pleading for more. The mother of two took the opportunity to savor the feast laid out for her eyes- she could only imagine what the "Bunyan" family would do with such a morsel. The girl's pussy was bare, obviously waxed to a naked perfection. Her legs were smooth and flawless with an even golden tan unmarred by scars or marks. As the girl's rapid breathing continued, her young breasts would heave up and down in perfect movement with the foundation they rested upon. Her light pink nipples were straight and hard, crying to be touched, fondled, licked, and sucked on. Alex found her hand reaching out to grasp one of them as she centered her artificial dick on the girl's moist opening. 

Her attention returned to the large black appendage plugged to her bottoms. It was lightly grazing the girl's engorged pussy lips as Alex shifted on the bed. With one hand still on the girl's tit, she began to slowly lean into the dick. Her weight put a steady but gradual downward drive into the tool and it wormed its way deeper and deeper into the coed's folds. 

Going was slow, as the girl's pussy was exceptionally tight and strong. Her body refused to admit the perpetrator in what was certain to be a losing battle. The girl was grimacing as the large vibrating dildo buzzed farther into her recesses. But Alex was caught up in the slow downward journey and the sudden buzzing pressure put on the extension that nuzzled against her clit. 

She was growing tired of the slow pace of the dick into the girl's vagina. She decided that the wet pink lips of the girl's pussy were well enough lubricated to take a good shagging. As she reared back her hips, her fit backside rippling as it readied for a thrust, she slipped a hand to the girl's gag and pulled it free. She wanted to hear the girl cry for more.

And cry the girl did- just as the large black dildo began its first pounding glide forward, seeming to split her pussy open.

"I'm a virgin! No," she cried.

But it was too late. Alex's plastic cock had driven well through the girl's maidenhead and into the unexplored depths of her pussy. 

Alex had to steady herself there. A virgin? What had the girl done to deserve this? What was she doing? Why had she agreed to this? But her thoughts were interrupted by the young ladies squirming on the rod. Each shift of her hips, or crotch, or pussy caused the vibrating cock to press back into Alex's twat. As Alex sought to achieve control of the situation, sitting still with four inches of the black strap-on buried in the girl, the girl's movements were causing her to lose more of it. 

It was a situation in which Alex was destined to lose and her reaction would be the proving point in the new direction she was headed. Rather then pull the dick from the girl's spasming pussy, she chose to fuck her instead.

Something akin to anger welled up in Alex. She was angry about the situation she was forced into, she was angry for her mistakes, she was angry for her lack of self control, and she was angry that the girl had allowed herself to fall under the influence of the blondes and their like. Somehow that was her fault. And Alex wanted the girl to enjoy it, to prove to herself that it wasn't really her fault.

Her first thrusts were gentle and slow. The cock retreated from its four inch depth to the entrance of the girl's pussy. Alex watched as the lips flowered out for the first time as they were split with a penis, real or otherwise. As the dick slid back towards the entrance the buzzing noise increased to a high pitched fervor. Then forward it went again. 

The girl let out a long low groan that could have been one of pleasure or pain. Alex opted for pleasure. She was certain that the heavy textured surface of the plastic cock , vibrating at such a high speed was giving her immense pleasure. Of course she was forgetting its plentiful size and width which were stretching the once virginal girl to an unattainable point. 

Once again Alex's hips pulled backwards, the pressure on her clit lightening as she did so. The young girl let out another groan as the tip of the dick pulled to the very entrance of her pink lips. 

"Please, please. No more. I can't take... unghhh...."

The girl's pleading devolved into a mindless grunt as Alex thrust forward again, this time with more strength and force behind it.

With each back stroke of the cock inside her, the girl would resume her begging. But each time the dick slid forward into her depths, her cries were forgotten and all she could do was moan. Over and over Alex pressed down and pulled back, her pace swift and firm. The girl's young vaginal lips were a bright red color and fully stretched by the size of the vibrating dildo within her. Their wetness was a clear indicator that the girl's body was responding properly to the stimuli that was ever increasing with each prod of the dick into her channel.

At first Alex managed a steady pace, but as the clitoral stimulator on her own pussy began to have more effect, that rhythm grew more and more wild. Soon she found her hands gripping the girl's hips as she shoved the cock deeper into her body. The familiar sound of wet skin slapping against skin filled the air. 




For Her Family Ch. 05



**Author's note: This is a continuation of earlier chapters. Reading them in order will give you a fuller sense of the story and the character's involved. Please do not repost or copy without the author's written permission. Enjoy! **

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While Alex diddled herself in her car, on the way to complete her last assignment for the day, her son was busy jerking off. 

David had not been able to relinquish his hold on his penis for the better part of twelve hours, pausing only momentarily to leave his room for food or bathroom breaks. With his Dad gone and sister out for a run, David had a good thirty minutes to an hour of alone time available. 

His dissatisfaction with the previous norms of his masturbation had driven him to his parent's room, where he found himself sprawled on their mattress, his hand busily stroking his cock off into a pair of his mother's used underwear. He had chosen the set based on their display in several of his favorite photo sessions, and the pungent aroma of sweat and sex seemed to indicate that the pair had not been washed since. 

In one hand he held the pictures of that endeavor of his mother. He would flip from one image to another quickly, then return to the previous one, until he could take no more. The illicit sensation of his mother's underwear sliding easily over his cock was too much, and he felt his penis spasm rewardingly as his load added to the mixture already coating them. 

David sighed and leaned back into the bed. He had a plan, and was fairly certain he could get away with it. So with youthful optimism, he continued to stroke. The heat and liquid from his own genitals helped him to quickly become aroused once more. A smile crept across his face as he picked up another photo grouping to examine. 

The last appointment of the day loomed before the mother of two as her car raced down the freeway. But instead of intimidating her as so many of her sessions had, she found herself eagerly grinding on her fingers as she evaluated the possibilities that it presented her. She was certain a few of the truck drivers who pulled along side her could see the tell tale hiking of her skirt and the revealing bump of her hand between her thighs. But even that couldn't stop her. A little exhibitionism didn't measure up to the things she had submitted herself to over the past weeks. Cameras had watched and recorded her every movement and she had found herself enjoying the wanton displays of sex more and more.

Taking a final turn from the freeway on ramp, Alex found herself in an isolated warehouse district. In her travels over the past weeks she had discovered that the more isolated and lonely the area, the more strange the sex act had been. She was uncertain she was ready for what was coming, but she knew that she was excited by it. 

The address identified one particular warehouse as being the appointment location. Already one long black limousine was parked out front and a man in a chauffeur's uniform stood patiently waiting. As she parked her small car and straightened her skirt, she tried to appear confident and practiced. The steely gaze of the driver saw right through it and a derisive snort crushed her. 

Alex walked by the man, her heels clicking loudly on the pavement. The doors to the warehouse were partially open already and the interior seemed to be devoid of lights. With one final deep breath, she plunged in. 

David had been very self-fulfilled by the time his sister, Annabel, arrived back home. With the ongoing sexual focus of the day, he found himself leering at her jogging outfit. Her full breasts carried the thin t-shirt up and away from her stomach, and her nipples were visible even through the sports bra that she obviously wore. A dark V of sweat covered her neckline and also began just above her firm ass and seemed to point his gaze towards her backside. He tried to avoid being caught examining her while he sat at the table. Not wanting her to leave or change, he tried to keep a conversation going as she prepared a home made dietary shake. 

"How's school been?"

"Good," Annabel huffed.

"What classes you taking next quarter," he asked.

"I dunno. I'm registered for some international relations course and a class on youth psychology and one other one. Not sure if I'm gonna keep them all though."

Annabel had bent to stretch her hamstrings and David was staring, intoxicated, at the press of her ass against the tiny cotton shorts she wore. For a moment he forgot to speak. That wasted seconds gave his older sister the opportunity she needed to grab her shake and dart up the stairs. Beneath the table, the young man stroked his aching penis once more. 

Shit, he thought. I've jacked off like five times already. It's actually hurting to be hard. Instead of beating off once more, David decided a cold shower was in order. He was exhausted.

Alex would be too, soon.

The moment she stepped through the doors of the warehouse an unseen pair of hands had grabbed her arm and thrown her to the ground. She had been in no way prepared for the suddenness of the attack and her heels had not helped her in retaining her balance. Instead, she had tumbled forward into the darkness, her eyes struggling to adapt to the featureless room.

She almost managed to save herself from her fall, but the base of her palms and her knees slid painfully across the cement and her quick tumble ended in a sprawl. Alex was about to cry out when she felt a weight land on her back and a pair of hands drive her shoulders into the ground. 

Reacting instinctively, she twisted her weight beneath the attacker and churned her way onto her back. The attacker almost lost their perch atop her but managed to settle in over her shoulders. Alex's claw like fingers quickly managed to drive him up and away. 

"Ahh," came the pained cry from her would be rapist as her nails found purchase on bare skin. Alex was certain that she had drawn blood and swung wildly again, hoping to win a quick victory.

"Alberto! Alberto, get in here and get this bitch," cried the faceless voice in the darkness. In the light that poured in from the opening, Alex quickly saw the form of the chauffeur reappear. He raced towards the sound of the voice as it continued to squeak beneath her clawing attack. 

She had managed to break from his grip and was beginning a furious attempt to regain her footing by scrambling on all fours from beneath the man. But Alberto was faster and stronger then her first attacker and she found her wrists whipped from underneath her and quickly pinned behind her back. Her knees were bloodied and her head was pressed into the cold cement as she was forced into a kneeling position.

"Shit. That bitch attacked me. That fucking bitch attacked me. Fucking whore. Fucking clawed my fucking face off." The voice was obviously male, but was a bit to high to in anyway be intimidating. Alex's imagination conjured up the image of a twenty five year old computer programmer made good on some website idea. 

Alex heard the slap of his feet on the ground as they approached her from the rear. "Can't believe the whore fucking attacked me. Should fucking kill her."

The sound of his footsteps came to a halt when they reached her rear. She was unsure of what was going to happen but was certain that the little dimwit would not be pleased with the burning sensation coming from the numerous scratches she had left on him. 

The whoosh of air behind her caused her to flinch and instinctively try to squirm away from Alberto's grip on her arms, but she only managed to direct the blow to her hip, rather then to her buttocks. 

The slap was forceful, even for the weaker man whom she had escaped from and her lower body twisted painfully at the force of its impact on her hip. Alberto shifted a knee into place on her shoulder blades, pressing her face and breasts flat against the floor.

"You had this coming to you bitch. Now take it and be done with it," Alberto's lightly accented voice instructed. 

Another slap came flying down and pelted her squarely on her backside. She whimpered lightly beneath the stinging force of the blow. Soon the slaps were coming in droves and the little man who was Alberto's boss seemed to be breathing heavily from the exertion it took to unleash them. 

At some point he determined that he was satisfied with his whore's punishment and set about at the real task that he had come there for. While Alberto maintained his perch atop Alex's upper body, the mysterious boss slipped a handy Exacto knife from his pocket and ran it from the hem of Alex's skirt to the top. At first she had been unable to decipher what the sliding pressure was on the edge of her skirt, but as it worked higher and higher, she could feel the cold caress of air against her naked thighs. Her soaked crotch cooled quickly as the sturdy material of the skirt fought the unpracticed and unsteady hand of the man behind her.

The knife would eventually stop, only an inch or two from the waist band of her bottoms. The skirt hung loosely in front of her now, her squirming bare bottom exposed to the warehouse's unfeeling environs. Alex heard the click of a flashlight and could feel the warmth of the battery powered glow as it allowed her captors to study her buttocks.

She was certain that her cheeks were red and swollen from the furious slapping of the man's hand. He would give her only a moment to ponder that thought. A hand would find its way to her crotch, and her cold juices.

"What the fuck? Were you fingering yourself on the way here? You're soaked!" Obviously, Alex thought.

The man's fingers picked up where hers had left off only ten minutes before. A crooked forefinger snaked its way between the lip of her panties and into her snatch. Alex wasn't sure if all men were this rough when it came to getting a digit into a pussy, but he wasted no time with foreplay and simply pried the underwear off to one side and buried the finger in her pussy. She heard some rustling behind her and was certain that the man was freeing his cock, which would probably soon replace his finger. 

As his breathing deepened so did hers. Now that the immediate pain of the assault was fading, and as her body grew more acclimated to the twisted position it was forced into, Alex felt her pussy once again responding to the immoral sensations of a stranger's touch. It did not take long for all the recollections of her exploits to come flooding back to her. As best she could, she began to work her hips on the intruding finger, trying to get it to stimulate various portions of her pussy, rather then simply poking in and out. 

Alex was bracing for the possibility that the finger would soon be replaced by a penis and was surprised when the fingering continued on for several minutes. She was aroused by it, to be sure, but was not going to be reaching climax on a single finger any time soon. Her crotch was slowly beginning to be coated in her juices as they leaked from her interior or were carried there by his explorations. 

"Fuck me, already," she heard herself plead from the cold cement floor. 

"You're, the, whore, here. You'll, do, what, I say," the weak voiced man managed as he probed her. His breathing was ragged and he was obviously quite aroused by the situation that he found himself in. Loser, Alex thought as she worked more fervently on his finger, begging that some sort of relief would come soon. She understood that this was not intended to be consensual, but she was too damned horny to allow this to process at his pace. 

Alex was soaking and his finger was gliding easily to and from her depths. Her whimpers of pleasure were growing more frequent and Alex prayed for another finger or a dick to finish her off. 

But her hips would writhe on empty air when without warning his digit withdrew itself from her pussy. The Exacto knife returned to the crotch of her underwear and cleanly sliced horizontally through the fabric, separating the front from the back. 

Please be a prelude to fucking, Alex silently begged as the material fell apart and the finger reburied itself in her swollen labia. She fucked her pussy back on the digit in overdrive, hoping to quicken her release. But after just several thrusts it abandoned its position. 

Alex squirmed her head, desperately trying to figure out why her release was prolonged. The answer came with a distraction. 

Finally, the penis of her "john" filled her pussy. It was not a proper fit, his cock being on the smaller side, but it was a delicious upsizing from his finger. Her hips jumped back into motion thinking that they had won their victory and she felt his little dick bottom out about four inches into her. Muttering under her breath she tried grinding her exposed outer lips into his groin and pubic hair, bringing in additional sensations. 

His finger however, offered the answer. She felt his hands take a familiar hand hold on her buttocks and figured he was just holding out for the final ride, but he pried the two soft orbs of flesh apart and the wet digit grazed her puckered asshole. 

Oh shit, Alex thought as the finger probed deeper, not there! She clenched for her life and managed to lock up the first digit at the first knuckle, only a half inch inside her. The man spit quite loudly, his saliva splattering in the crack of her ass and drooling down deeper into the crevice where her ass and his finger lay joined. The added lubricant was given a moment to settle in before his finger pressed on further. Alex found that the more she struggled to protect her anal virginity that the more pain she experienced. 

And being as filled with lust as she was, pain was unacceptable so she chose instead to relax and fuck herself as well as possible on his cock. The moment her rectal muscle released its clenching hold, the finger continued its downward journey into her backdoor. She was getting much closer now and thought that she might manage to cum when his penis disappeared from her pussy. 

Fuck not again, she screamed internally! She heard some shuffling behind her and found the brush of a wet cock head against her ass cheek.

"No please! Please, not there," she cried out. 

"Shut up!"

Then the cock found the little starburst shaped niche that once again threatened to forbid it entrance. But the man would not be shut out and he leaned into his cock as his hand began to rain blows down on her backside. 

"Take it bitch, take it!" He was borderline giddy as he felt his wedge shaped helmet begin to penetrate the last barrier to its true intent.

With one excessively brutal slap, her asshole clenched and released and his dick popped into her depths. Immediately he plunged its full length into her, seeming to rip her open. 

"Ouch! Oh fuck, it hurts. Please, please take it out, fuck!" 

Alex's cries went unanswered as the diminutive man began to hump his penis into her anal ring. Alex was incapable of escaping this rape. It was her first time anything had explored her in that area. Even her husband had not been allowed to have that entrance. The pressure in her depths seemed unfathomable and the pain could only be described as the tearing of her flesh slowly apart. And adding insult to the injury was the abandonment of her pussy so close to the edge. 

The man's weight forced Alex's knees out from under her and she sank flat to the floor with his cock still plowing into her from behind. The saliva and vaginal secretions which had allowed for the initial entrance were soon wearing thin and her asshole became the source of a searing pain. 

Blessedly, the man's cock would only survive so long. The hot warmth of her asshole and the unique tightness that it proffered brought his small penis to the edge and beyond. Alex moaned half out of pain and half out of the soothing relief of the release of a second batch of fluid into her violated backside. 

For a moment or two she was given the chance to rest, the erect penis gradually withering away within her rectum until the mystery man removed himself from his perch atop her ass. 

But her rest was short lived. Apparently, it was an understood tradition that Alberto would be rewarded with a chance to fuck the raped victims of his boss. Of course, Alex was not entirely like the others. So when he pulled her hips from the floor where they had been ground, her snatch was still wet and throbbing from being ignored earlier. 

Alberto found it to be a welcome home for his penis. He had waited patiently for his little master to finish up (it never took him long, so patience was a subjective word). He fulfilled his duty and task and had looked forward to the prize. This woman seemed to be a higher class then the bitches that his boss normally tracked down and fucked. Usually he wanted to avoid risking taking advantage of someone who may not be an illegally employed sex worker. But this woman's virgin asshole and the smoothness of her skin indicated too the chauffeur and assistant that she was special. He got the distinct impression from the juicy embrace of her vaginal lips that she was some sort of nymphomaniac. 

And in reality, he probably wasn't too far from the truth. 

Alex gingerly allowed herself to be guided down on the shaft of the Hispanic driver. His cock was a much better size and she found her folds parting before its length and width. Her pussy fit it like a comfortable glove, clenching down on its veined surface as it pushed deeper into her. She chose not to raise herself from the floor and allowed her upper torso to rest against the cement. She tried to keep her focus solely on the pleasurable warmth now growing in her twat, and not the tearing sensation that movement brought in her other hole. 

Alberto was gentle for the first few minutes of their contact. Gradually he built up a brisk fucking pace, his penis plowing back and forth from its intended target. His prey moaned pleasurably beneath him, her breath coming heavier and heavier as his cock pounded deeper and deeper into her. He knew that her responsiveness to his dick would anger his boss. He never appreciated being shown up and seemed to favor the whore's assholes because his penis could actually be felt back there. The thought and the feeling of the woman's twat brought a smile to his face.

Writhing on the penetrating member, Alex had little time to think how easily her body shifted from being the victim of rape to being a mindless sexpot. All she could ponder was the gorgeous touch of a man's rod probing deeper into her. She longed to feel the heated spurts of his seed as his own enjoyment reached a fulfilling level. And the wantonness of the dangers of unprotected sex with the strangers added a salacious element to the fucking. 

Their hips slapped against each other; their sexes adding a slurping noise as they combined in a rhythmic dance. 

"Fuck me, please fuck me. You dirty bastard, fuck me," the suburban teacher and mother cried out. She was nearing her edge and few more hard thrusts brought her to the limit she had been forced to miss for the last thirty minutes. 

Her guttural cries and moans proved to be the missing element for Alberto and his semen poured into her vagina. It didn't take long to empty himself into her. But that didn't keep him from cleaning his cock in her hair before he shoved himself up and returned with his shit head boss to their waiting limo. They wanted to be long gone before she managed to gather herself and even ponder calling anyone. Somehow, Alberto knew that she wouldn't bother- the experience had been a reward in its own right for her.

Alex curled in a ball, her hand sliding between her naked thighs and rubbing the liquid mess over any exposed skin. It wasn't exactly clear why she was doing it, but she felt the need to cover herself in the two men's jizz. Her other hand found its way back to her pussy for a while, and she writhed once more on the dirty concrete as Alberto and his boss' semen dried on her. She would come twice more like that, her mind traipsing through unknown worlds of delight and release. 




For Her Family Ch. 05



Her drive home was a hurried one. Mike would be gone for another three hours and she found herself still desperately aroused. It had gone on far too long and she had never encountered such a resilient need within herself. Before this had all begun she was usually well satisfied by one or two orgasms and never really demanded more. But here she was, fucked over five times that day, speeding just to get the chance to plow herself before her husband made it. And if she got lucky, she probably would get the chance to fuck him too. 

It was a startling difference from old Alex. She knew that something had changed in her, but rather then regretting it, she found herself savoring, wondering what would be the next torturous adventure her blackmailer would make her perform. Her imagination was limited to what he had allowed her so far, so she combined experiences, twisting them into new forms. 

When she pulled up in the driveway, she examined cautiously the front door. Her underwear and skirt were destroyed and she was going to have to make a dart for it. She had left the panties at the warehouse and her skirt's new slit would give anyone who happened upon her a wonderful view of her ass and cum covered thighs. She knew that David would be home and she didn't want him to know that she had been out on another adventure. 

Alex stepped from her car and made it up the steps and inside the front door quickly. She tried to be quiet and leaned back against the door frame as she looked for her son someplace. The computer monitor was on in the study so she figured he was in there. Satisfied that the coast was clear she darted up the stairs and into her master bedroom. 

Unbeknownst to her, David had peeked out at his bedroom at an opportune time. His brown eyes had grown large with lust as his mom's ass ducked into her room. Fuck! He figured now was as good a time as ever to enact his plan. 

Alex stripped as quickly as possible and hid her clothing at the bottom of the hamper. She would toss it away later but didn't want it laying out for anyone to discover. Hurriedly she stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Safe in her nudity she started the shower up and turned up the heat. 

As the room began to swirl with smoke, she examined her well-used body. She felt more confident and self assured then she had days ago. She knew people wanted her and the four hundred dollars her first two "clients" had paid her told her that she was a valuable commodity. A thought about answering a few of the other requests for services slipped into her mind. She could make more money as a prostitute then she could as a teacher. Alex grinned wickedly at the thought. And her pussy clenched up with delight. Still standing before the mirror, she watched the lecherous grin on her face disappear into a coating of condensation as steam began to pour from the shower enclosure.

She watched as the now faceless woman in the mirror began to run her slender nails up and down her sensitive skin. Alex felt like she was watching some sort of disembodied pornography. She had not explored herself in a mirror intentionally before. But reviewing her own graphic photographs had installed something of a voyeur in the mother of two. 

Her manicured nails twisted at her nipples and scraped the undersides of her breasts. As her skin tingled with delirium, they slid farther down her taut stomach to the naked pale flesh of her crotch. Just out of reach the little pink folds of her pussy began to glow, one of the few parts of her body still available for viewing in the foggy glass. When one hand found the tip of the fold and the hardening nub that rested there, Alex unleashed a growl of pleasure. 

Her fingers toyed with her clit pinching it, rolling its moist tip, pulling it away from her body. Everything sent waves of pleasure coursing into her. It was as if she were playing some strange video game. Alex watched her hands manipulate the pussy in the mirror and was rewarded with the results. 

Just as the last little vision of her pussy started to fade from sight, her finger plunged into her depths and Alex felt her knees go weak. They trembled a moment, before sliding apart. Her body tried to force them to stand up straight but the furious pace of the invading digit would not allow her muscles to respond. Her nervous system could only focus on one thing.

As her pace became faster and the pleasure became more intense, Alex, formerly a conservative mother and school teach, sunk to the floor. Now with one hand bracing her up and her knees pressing once more into the floor, her hand plunged over and over against her pussy. Two fingers were eagerly swallowed by the pink folds, and little whimpers escaped her lips as her wedding ring's sharp edges crushed against her labia. 

Biting her bottom lip, in a failed attempt to stifle a cry, Alex came, her body still humping on her hand, her moist hair and sweat covered skin shuddering and shaking. The whole room was disguised in steam and she allowed herself to sink to the floor, the cold tiles giving a temporary relief from the intense heat that emanated from her center. 

Weary and semi-satisfied, she pushed herself from the floor, one hand still lightly toying with her sex and stepped into the shower. 

"Ouch," she cried. She had forgotten the scrapes on her knees and palms and the dark red welts on her ass. The hot water brought a sharp stinging reminder of her assault and of her submission. She forced herself to stand under the water, her hands out-turned and the stream flowing easily down to her buttocks.

For a few moments the pain seemed like it would never ebb. The burning sensation was constant and throbbed loudly over the desires which had dominated her until then. But as her blood temperature rose with the heat of the shower, it slowly faded away. It was supplanted once more by the urgent cries of her snatch. 

Feeling wicked once more, Alex turned away from the shower head and let its sharply directed droplets thrum across her back. She leaned forward, stretching her hamstrings and pulling her legs straight. One hand pushed out against enclosure as her back arched like a cat. She let loose a loud purr for her own effect as her spare hand started to roam once more. 

Now posed in an erotic bridge, the water poured down Alex's bent spine and flowed over her flanks and one particular stream poured over her backside. The cleft there became a guide for the water stream and it exploded off of her in some forbidden waterfall. 

The hot touch of the water was not lost on Alex. Her aching asshole calmed slowly as her pussy roared back to aching life. Yet again, her slutty thighs parted and allowed her fingers to gain entrance into her channel. At first she was silent. Then she began to whisper silently under her breath, dirty, naughty little things that she would not have said alone before. But as her fingers worked to bring up the crescendo of pleasure, the volume of her cries grew louder as well.

"You fucking slut. Oh, you are such a slut. You like that you fucking slut! Who are you? You're just another whore aren't you. Fuck yourself, ohhh, that's it, fuck yourself!"

The sound echoed through the humid room overlaying the splashing water and subtle slurps of her pussy on her fingers. As the pain in her backside receded, another dirty little thought entered her mind. This one required two hands though. 

Alex leaned into the wall of the shower, now covered in water. Her breasts flattened against the foggy glass and her erect nipples were forced to fold into the smooth skin of her tits. Her hair slipped over her shoulder's as she turned her head and peered down her back to the curve of her ass, still arched into the flow of water. Her now freed hand gripped on of her cheeks and pulled it gently away from the other. As it did so it wormed gently towards is goal.

The forced shift of her cheek had let the water's flow become more direct. Its caress became more and more erotic and soon her nervousness about her new exploration faded. A single nail pressed against the puckered bud, which had only recently been ravaged. 

A strange pressure mirrored the one she applied to her asshole. At first it started in the base of her stomach and was something akin to nervousness. But as her pressure on the starburst shaped hole grew and more of her finger began to penetrate its depth, the pressure grew and moved downwards. It seemed to crawl from her womb and pass through her cervix into the hidden chambers of her vaginal passageway. 

When one knuckled broke through the muscular barrier and her finger twisted freely into her ass, Alex felt the powerful rocking waves of orgasm explode over her. But it was not an orgasm that would quickly fade. She cried out, her voice hoarse with desire, as her finger probed the once ravaged depths and another brought familiar delights. The combination of her two hands and their devilish work upon her devastated her mind and unleashed the true animal that hides within each human. The uncaged desire and pleasure flowed from toe tip to the top of her head. The room seemed to swim and a buzzing presence filled her mind. 

The world seemed to be ethereal and impossible. Only the reality of her orgasm seemed to be true. This new reality betrayed her for several minutes. Her cries of pleasure and her orgasms had allowed her to miss an important portion of what was real. So caught up in the fantasy world that existed only within her sex, she missed the sound of heavy naked footsteps on the bathroom floor. She missed the click of a camera, the clatter of a tripod being placed. She would even manage to think she had invented the young naked man who stepped into the shower. 

In such a daze was Alex, she thought she had fantasized the strong hand that removed her plunging digits from her pussy and replaced them with a rock hard cock. When it sank into her with a sharp upward thrust, her eyes fluttered shut and her world rolled once more.

David had not found his mother in her bedroom. He had a hundred of her pictures ready at his side, in case she had refused him his demands. But when he heard the cries coming from the bathroom, he knew that they would not be needed. He could take what he wanted. He had almost stepped into the room, but the sight of his mother's breasts hanging from her chest as she fucked herself on all fours on the bathroom floor froze him in place. Silently, breathlessly, he would watch as the woman whose care he had grown up in brought herself to orgasm. 

Even then he had been unable to touch his cock, it stood hard and aching in the front of his pants, but he was too afraid to move. When she had finally risen and stepped into the shower he had retreated momentarily, unsure of himself. How could he stand before her he wondered? He was frozen by the beauty of her naked form and by the energy of her lust. How would he be strong and make his demand if he nearly came just from seeing her naked form in full living breathing color before him? 

But when her moans and cries of pleasure once again rose above the shower's drone, he found the boldness and the strength come from the proud stance of his cock. She would be his. 

He had stripped in her bedroom, laying his clothing quickly in the corner and had stepped into the foggy other world of the bathroom. It was some primordial jungle where animalism reigned. He had managed to keep a clear mind long enough to place his cameras and to take a few photos. When his mind sobered he would be glad he did, his courage waning with the strength of his penis. 

For now, he felt as if he were the lord of this realm and she, his mother, there for the taking. Somehow it had seemed natural to open the shower door and take his place behind her. It had not occurred to him that the naked woman pleasuring herself before him was his mother or that she was a forbidden fruit. 

Instead he had calmly and stoically removed her hand from its clutch on her pussy. Easily he had moved into its place and driven his cock home. The first few thrusts had seemed so natural, before some portion of his mind awoke and he realized what he was seeing, what he was doing, what he was feeling. 

Bent before him, the curve of her ass flared from her narrow waist, was his mother. She had a finger buried in her asshole, fucking it in time to his penis' plunging stroke. She continued her cries of delight as he penetrated her and she accepted him as a fitting mate.

Alex was barely conscious still of the fact that there was a strong powerful thrust hammering into her. She had reached a point of nirvana; a place where her pleasure was preeminent and its source did not matter. Her now freed hand found its way between the wall and her breast and eagerly squeezed and groped both tits. 

David's hands found their natural position on his mother's hips and he eagerly hammered his cock back and forth into her. Her lips were stretched wide across his full girth he could make out the distinctive contrast of the pale skin of his cock and the glowing pink of her pussy. Each thrust brought a slap and splatter sound as water was shuddered off of their bodies. 

He could feel his orgasm coming soon and he told her so, his young voice faltering as it cried out to her.

Still it did not break through the fog that it was her son, even when his voice told her that he was close to coming. She wanted nothing more then to feel the liquid pour out onto her face and into her mouth. Her hips arched forward and her finger broke free of its penetration of her asshole. Her inexperienced lover did not know how to react and clutched for her waist, trying to guide his cock back home.

But when he found her face eagerly rushing to swallow his penis whole, he gave up. David stared down at his mother's drenched hair and sweat covered skin as her mouth slipped over his penis head and began to hurriedly dive up and down its length. His hips twitched and fluttered in discomfort as he grew closer and closer to the edge. He wanted to prolong this sex but it had been too long in coming

"God! I'm coming, Mom! I'm coming!" 

The cry of the young man's voice and the spray of his spunk against the back of her throat resonated in her depths. And with a few more flicks of her fingers over her clit she was there too. Eagerly Alex swallowed and devoured the first few shots of his juices, her own blending into the taste. But she retreated a bit and exposed the glorious penis to the hot caress of the air as more of its fluid spurted out.

Alex would blink with each spatter of his semen from the cock tip, her tongue wagging hungrily in the air and her mouth hanging open as she sought to catch some of the flavorful fluid. When it seemed to be slowing in its shots, she embraced it once more between her lips and bobbed her head over its surface. She could hear the young man crying out as his penis was devoured and there was no relief from the intense stimulation. 

When her own orgasm began to fade and the noises of the restroom began to calm, Alex heard one thing.

The sound of her son's voice calling "Mom" from someplace above her. His penis still captured in his mouth and her tongue kneading its base, her eyes traveled up from the thick pubic nest, over a sculpted set of abs, to a strong chest and neck, to the undeniably familiar face of David.

Shock, fear, trauma, sadness, and betrayal all registered in her mind at once. It was as if another orgasm had erupted, but this one consisting of painful emotions. Her mouth went limp and she slumped backwards against the shower wall her eyes wide.

David looked down at her puzzled. He had thought that this would be like all the porn movies and erotic stories he had read. Why the strange and worried look? He knelt closer to her, his balls limply dropping between his thighs as he squatted.

But she cringed away from him curling in a ball, her moans of ecstasy changing to sobs of distress. Suddenly fearful and feeling rather sickish himself, David panicked and fled the bathroom, but before gathering his clothing and cameras. 

Safely stowed away in his room, still dripping wet, he flopped onto his bed and tried to make sense of the conflicting emotions he felt. The sex had been better then he could have ever imagined, better then any porn movie portrayed. But now, he had sex with his mother! Something twisted in him, as his conscience sought to punish him for his lust. The distant hum of the running shower added to the pangs of conscience.

Alex huddled in the corner, avoiding the splashes of water and specks of semen that pooled on the floor. She had not yet cleaned it from her body- still too stunned to move. 

She had just fucked her son. She had willingly taken him into her body and allowed him to use her. She had enjoyed it. She had given him oral sex. She had swallowed his sperm. Seed that contained portions of her DNA and years of cultural taboo. Her stomach roiled within her and she was forced to move. Her vomit poured down the drain, thinning as it combined with the water. 

Even when the water turned cold she did not leave the shower. It was not until she heard her husband's voice call from the bedroom that her mind shuddered back to life and she was forced to step from the enclosure. 

Mike peeped in at her and she tried to flash him a winning smile as she abrasively toweled herself dry. She buried her face in the thick material, trying to hide the redness in her eyes. 

She dropped it when she felt hands on her backside and one trying to press between her thighs. Alex whirled to find her husband and not her son, her mind already beginning to punish her for her actions.

"You're really wet," she heard him say as his fingers explored further.

She saw the bulge in the front of his pants and she knew that she could not escape him without revealing that something was wrong. And she had not lied to him before, so she would not do it now. She closed her eyes and forced her whimpers of desire from her lungs. Her pussy responded much more naturally, continuing to produce the seemingly limitless amount of lubricant. 

Alex kept her eyes closed, her mouth ringed in a little "o" as her husband's breathing deepened. She heard him unzip his pants as he freed himself.

"How was your day?" he asked as his hand guided his cock towards her pussy. Alex parted her thighs and let him gain entrance to her. His initial thrust and his full length forced her up onto her tippy toes and she balanced precariously against the counter. 

Whimpering once more, she felt her pussy slide easily down the shaft. But despite its arousal and responsiveness to the thick intrusion which she normally delighted in, she could only think of how similar her son's penis had been. The same length, the same width, and the same blue veins rising to the surface as his excitement increased. 

Mike's hands found their place on his wife's breasts as his penis plowed into her. Again and again he fucked her, her tits bouncing on her chest and slapping against his hands. He pinched at her nipples letting the tits naturally buoyancy cause them to stretch and ache. 

Trying to maintain control, Alex let her whimpers become more excitable and tried to clear from her mind the thoughts and memories of what she had just done. But they were too forceful and as her pussy climaxed atop her husband's cock, her mind forced to the forefront the thought of David's taste. 

And for the first time, during she and her mate's sex, she let loose a natural cry, pure and unguarded. 

Mike kept fucking her, surprised by how quickly she came. Normally she would resist the urge to release her bodies desire until it was inevitable. He grinned wolfishly as she bounced back onto his cock, feeling the lubricant of their two bodies spill out of their joining and seeping down to his testicles. His hands squeezed painfully down onto her tits causing them to fill with a reddish blush as he reached his own climax. 




For Her Family Ch. 05



His sperm joined the others that had filled her that day. He sensed guilt as he tried to kiss her but ignored it and pulled her closer to him. 

Alex allowed herself to be carried away in his embrace. She would awake several hours later, the sky dark outside. She glanced at the clock next to her bed and realized that it was late in the evening. She sat up with a start as the memories of the day arose with consciousness. She prayed that it was all a dream, but the off white coloration of a stain between her thighs and the tenderness of her backdoor and pussy told her that it was not. 

Alex was unsure how she could get out of bed, especially when her vagina began to throb, of its own volition and devoid of stimulation. She feared the animal she was becoming and worried that to leave the bedroom was to invite disaster. 

So she clutched her pillow tightly to her chest, her mind waging war against memory, desire, and instinct. But the observer knew she was losing that battle. From his computer screen, he watched as his little marionette's hand drifted beneath the pillow and between her thighs. When her eyes filled with tears, he realized that there was a sharp disconnect between two separate persons. But as her fingers picked up speed, he realized that the older of the two persons was losing the war and that the new impulse driven woman was winning.

Excitedly, he sent off a new email, containing the pictures of her day's service as well as the surprise footage that he had gotten from the bathroom. A dark wolfish grin covered his face. He was winning.



For Her Family Ch. 06



David was desperate to escape the strange and conflicting emotions that struggled within him. It was impossible for him to know that his mother was undergoing the same thing. On the one hand, he had just fulfilled a huge fantasy of his. He had wanted so badly to fuck his mother and finally, finally he had taken her. And it had been more perfect than anything he had ever experienced. Just the thought of it had him hard. 

But counteracting that same arousal was the knowledge of his mother's reaction. He had never seen an emotional revulsion as powerful as the one she had displayed in the shower. Not just for her, but for anyone. That sight crushed down on him like a terrible, terrible weight. David had this feeling that his world was about to end- the one that teens get when they have over stepped their bounds and their childish actions may have consequences. Even more sickening to him, was his inability to avoid stroking his cock. It had a mind of its own and it desperately wanted to be in control of everything. 

Alex had finally fallen asleep, but it was not an easy one. Dreams of she and David beneath the sheets of her marital bed filled her mind. All of the details and all of the explicitness of a pornography played out over and over in her sleep. When she woke, her mind ached from its hours long battle. She wanted the dream to be a nightmare, but the soaked sheets told her that it had been so much more than just a dark side of reality. It had been something she wanted.

Those thoughts fell to the backseat when she rose from her bed, dressed in a robe, and slipped quietly down the stairs. She staid focused on the flooring, not wanting to run into David or even to look at his room. Instead she rushed down to her computer, hoping that her blackmailer would provide her with something that could potentially replace David at the forefront of her fantasies. 

Sure enough, he had come through for her. Another email waited in her inbox. Excitedly Alex opened it, feeling the rush of sensitivity to her crotch as she examined pictures of her latest exploits. Her hand had found her pussy lips and was gently rubbing the silky material of her robe over the soft folds. Her arousal quickly began to soak into the fabric and soon her finger tip, which guided its path, was equally moistened.

By the time she had reached the end of the photographs, Alex was incredibly horny. There was a congratulatory message for her from her blackmailer. 

"Well done, my little pet! I am so pleased with you! As always you have impressed me with your enthusiasm, endurance, and flexibility! What a prize! But it seems that I am not the only one enjoying your beauty and charm. I discovered an unexpected surprise yesterday- you should watch this, its quite hot!"

There was a link to an .mpeg file displayed prominently at the bottom of the screen. Alex clicked on it, her finger flying faster and faster as she tried to anticipate what it was that the blackmailer had discovered. It took a moment for Windows Media Player to load but when it finally did, a video began to play. 

It was her bathroom. She could make out her body form in the shower playing with herself. Then her son entered and set up a camera. Then he joined her. Even though the glass enclosure of the shower was steamed up heavily, it was quite apparent what was going on. She listened as she and her son fucked, their voices crying out in erotic unison. 

Alex wanted to be sick, wanted to be nauseous, watching the video. But the moral reaction would not come. No matter how perverse she mentally made herself out to be, the only thing she could do was to plunge her fingers into her pussy. Softly she spoke to herself. 

"You fucking slut. You son fucking slut. You're a whore. A fucking filthy whore. What would Mike say? What would your coworkers say? What the hell are you thinking being turned on by this? You really are a skank aren't you. Bitch. Whore. Slut."

But the dirty talk ceased to be critical and just became more sexual. Soon her voice was cracking into grunts and moans of pleasure as she slid farther down her chair, scooting her robe farther up her waist. Alex's eyes would flash from the movie on screen to the sight of her finger diving into her twat. Over and over again she would flash back to the image of her son's body rocking behind her, the memory of what it had felt like an euphoric recollection. 

"Fuck yes," she would scream as she came her movie playing on without her real life synchronization. As her breathing slowed and her blood pressure fell, Alex minimized the screen allowing her cries and the slapping of David's skin to hers to play out in the background. 

At the bottom of the message was her new task. And it was one that she both dreaded and desired desperately. 

"Take your son with you to an adult products store. Buy him whatever he wants, and then act out his fantasies for him. Any of them, all of them, whatever it is he wishes."

This instruction was much less specific and seemed to involve a more open ended to her tasks. She may have caught on to the fact that the blackmailer was letting her choose her own poison by not limiting the time, but her pussy was aching for touch, despite the rebelling sensibility in her that said to go any farther was to destroy everything she had begun the task for. 

Nervously she climbed the stairs, up to David's room. Annabel's door was closed still. She had to be quiet. This had to be undiscovered. No one would understand. No one could understand. She had to do this. He said so, she was doing this for them. For her family. When she reached the door frame she leaned into a moment, listening for sound. She thought she heard some rustling but wasn't sure. Gently her hand reached out for the door knob and slowly turned it. Her body weight pushed it cautiously inward, into her son's inner sanctum.

Her searching eyes immediately found David. He was facing away from her one hand clutching his headboard and the other furiously pumping his cock. His head was tilted back and his hair hanging limply behind it. His firm athletic ass was driving the other side of his body forward energetically. His whole body was covered in a thin layer of sweat. Alex's breath left her body as she watched the strong young man, her son, fuck his hand. His groans were quiet, restrained, secretive. David didn't want to be discovered. Driven by the desire that had been set loose within her, Alex slowly stepped into the room and pushed the door shut behind her. 

David was too intent on his masturbation to notice his mother enter the room. Alex took advantage of it, walking to his bedside, standing near the foot, watching him stroke his cock off. As she examined his bed she saw dozens of pictures of herself and her activities lying everywhere. Her mind didn't bother to question how he had got them. All she could think of was his cock. 

Timidly, almost afraid to touch it, her hand reached out towards his backside- her son's backside. She had seen it so many times before, but never like this, never as an adult and never as a sex object. David jumped with a start when her nails scraped across his solid cheek, leaving light red trails behind. Eventually her fingers would fade outward as she cupped his ass with her small feminine hand. David was watching her now, his head turned to the side to watch his mother's face as she felt him up. Still his other hand rubbed furiously forward and back on his penis. 

But Alex was in a daze of her own, and the daze led from that throbbing rhythm of his ass to the thing he held before him. She moved closer, farther up the bed. And then it crested into view, the glorious red tinged dick that was so familiar and so foreign to her. It was very similar to his father's she thought to herself. Time for analysis would quickly pass as the more urgent need to explore its potential pervaded. Her hand reached out, encircling it, and replacing David's own. 

"Unghhh, Mom. Mom, please," her son begged of her. 

Alex's mind registered it as a noise of arousal and contributed it to the burning heat she felt between her thighs. She desperately fought to delay the need to touch her pussy, she wanted to savor him, savor his potential. At first she stroked the full shaft in a slow gentle pace, her hand barely touching its surface. But David could not handle the teasing. His hand once again encased hers, squeezing it shut on the shaft. And it began to set a much more urgent pace then hers had. Alex sunk to her knees, her eyes drawing even with his cock and her hand that was pleasuring it. 

David had his hand braced against the headboard and was furiously fucking into the cavity formed by her soft palm encirclement. He was grunting, beads of sweat coloring the tips of his hair darker, some beginning to appear on his shoulders and chest as he worked himself off.

"I'm close, Mom," he whispered. "I'm gonna come!"

His need was evident, and his words a warning, but Alex was still enchanted by the glorious new toy she had discovered. She kept up her pumping eagerly waiting the promised completion. And sure enough, in a few more seconds, David would come.

When his seed first exploded from the tip, she allowed it shoot onto his wooden head board. The ropey liquid formed some amoebic like art on the dark cherry finish. It crawled slowly down as more and more of it spurted from David's penis. A different need filled Alex's mind and pussy. Her hand momentarily abandoned its hold on the twitching cock and swept up a goodly amount of the fluid in one fell swoop. Then with a bundle of come dripping down her hand, she raised it to her lips.

Instantly, Alex fell in the love with the taste of her son's come. It was sweet with a distinctive salty undertone that belied its bodily emission. She sucked it down her throat as if it was some long foregone delicacy. David stroked his cock while he waited for her hand to return, his eyes burning a hole in her mouth, trying to watch her devour his cock fluids. Dissatisfied by the limited release, Alex lowered her head to the cock that was softening at eye level. She had to squat to do it, but the burning in her well tanned thighs was irrelevant- only his taste, his texture, his size mattered.

Her tongue traced the slit that marked the come and its point of origin. It gathered a little droplet of the stuff and carried it back into her mouth. Then as her hand began to stroke more and more of the fluid from the shaft of the penis, she took it into the warm dark recesses of her throat. David's softening reversed itself and it once again reached a state of impossible hardness. Groaning his hands found his mother's head and pushed her farther down on his length.

Alex took him deep in her throat, looking up at his clenched abs and twitching pectorals. What a glorious man he had turned out to be. And what a wonderful, delicious cock. His taste filled her senses and she immersed herself in it, dreaming of swimming in a lake of his jizz. Still she neglected her own needs, allowing them to burn and grow as she fulfilled her son's. When he came again, and his seed filled her mouth once more, she would come, untouched and uncreated. Simply the thought process and her minds attempt to define what was happening enabled her body to reach a pinnacle of sexual pleasure and cross that invisible boundary. 

Trembling, she swallowed more and more of his fluid, gulping it up after swishing it around in her mouth. She listened to David's words of encouragement as she drank it all done. Even as the cock began to soften, exhausted from its performances, she was unable to remove her lips from the penis. It was so right. She belonged there, on her knees at her son's bedside, his cock in her mouth. An overly stimulated young man would have to pry her from his shaft and pull her onto the bed beside him. 

"Fuck, Mom. That was fantastic, amazing even. You're fucking hot, I mean the goddamn hottest fucking woman ever..." Alex allowed his praise of her sexual expertise and beauty fade into the background. Her fingernail made little circles around his naked navel as she watched his cock lay limply against his thigh. She was still horny as hell, but she had the rest of her life, and she had just realized a new appreciation for sex and all its intricacies. 

When she finally did speak, David was quiet, his eyes staring at the ceiling in some sort of comatose state. 

"Get dressed," she suddenly said with some finality. "We're going out." The memory of her task and its potential filled her mind. Her pussy was drenching her whole crotch and twitching, desperately wanting some release, but instead of succumbing to its need she was taunting it, reveling in it, prolonging it. 

She darted from the bed, her robe falling back down over her naked thighs. David, caught off guard by the suddenness of the announcement, stumbled out after her. Alex picked up his boxer shorts from the floor and folded them, as she had so many times and dropped them into the hamper. "Don't wear these. No underwear."

Exiting the room after dropping the comment, she left behind a stunned and love struck young man. David pulled his jeans on over his naked legs and waist. His cock twitched a little beneath the rough denim, but the sensation was a pleasant one. He pulled a t-shirt on and went after his mother. 

He found her in her bedroom, standing before her dressing mirror, pulling a white halter top on. She was already wearing a short pleated tweed skirt, and the effect of the two together was amazing. David could tell that she was complying with the no underwear rule up top at least, as her dark areolas poked out from beneath the fabric. He wasn't sure about down below until she reached slyly behind her and lifted the skirt another six inches and revealed her fantastically naked bum. He felt a droplet of pre-cum escape his cock as she did. 

Alex gave her son a wink and then turned back around to him. The speed of the turn caused the skirt to bounce a little, revealing the tips of her naked labia. "How do I look, son?"

"Fantastic, fucking amazing. Unbelievable," David chanted as if it were some sort of religious mantra. Grinning to herself, and savoring the cool air's caress across her naked sex she pulled her hair back into a tight pony tail and fixed it there with a rubber band. 

"Ready," she asked him as she flounced by. She looked ten years younger, her face devoid of makeup and her outfit and hair working together to accomplish the feat.

"Where are we going," her nervously excited son asked.

"Freedom Products." 

Alex knew that David knew what the place was. An adult novelty store that offered freedom in the form of every possible kink imaginable. David's dropped jaw just reinforced the fact that he knew. He couldn't believe what had gotten into his mother.

When they sat in the car together, David couldn't help but stare. His mother's skirt flipped out behind her, and her naked bottom pressed into the cool leather of the vehicle's seats. The chill caused her nipples to rise up harder then before, and nearly pierce the thin fabric of her top. He had a hard time breathing as he studied the exposed portions of her body. She was playing with him, staring straight ahead as she drove, pretending as if nothing was going on. But as they got on the express way, she made her move. 

The taunting agony of arousal had gone on for too long, and the cool caress of the smooth leather against her pussy was too much. Alex needed more. Without a sideways glance, she moved her hand from the shift stick to her son's hand. She lifted it from its place at his side and dropped it in her lap, just over her crotch. Only an inch or two more of her tweed skirt stood between his fingers and her cunt. As if that wasn't clue enough, she parted her legs as far as the small seating area and console would allow. 

An even more stunned David just stared at his mother, then back to his hand's location than back to her face. When he didn't act, Alex offered a single word of encouragement.

"Well?"

Alex switched the radio to a hip hop station that her kids listened to and cranked up the volume. Speeding down the road, David's fingers finally beginning to pull her skirt out of the way, music blaring, she felt young and wild and free. 

She bit into her bottom lip as his fingers found the top of her vaginal slit and the drenched skin that occupied the position.

"Shit you're wet, Mom."

Giving him a sideway glance as if to say, no shit, Alex pressed on the gas a little further and waited for his hands to go to work. Nervously one fingertip would slowly stroke the apex of her folds. It was obviously inexperienced and unsure of its approach. Helpfully, Alex put her hand in place over it and guided it slightly lower, and encouraged two fingers to press more firmly into her soft center. 

David was mesmerized by his mother's cunt. He was leaning over in his seat, stretching his seat belt to the maximum. The sight of his fingers disappearing into her pink folds up to the first knuckle was extraordinary. David felt around gingerly, looking for something he had read so much about, but never really had the opportunity to discover. Sure enough, his mother gasped as he found a small hard nub near the top of her slit. 

Zealously he began to stroke the length of a finger over the clitoris and then curve it upward into her pussy. Alex began to rock her crotch back and forth in the seat, partially pinning his fingers between the seat and her cunt before allowing them to escape again. It would be the fastest twenty minutes in the fast lane she had ever spent. Like an automaton she operated the car, pedal to the floor, scenery whipping by. 

She had just finished riding out the wave of her first orgasm when they arrived at the store. It had a secluded parking lot that enabled her to revel in her sexiness and in David's stimulation of her cunt. Her nails dug into the steering wheel as she braked and her climax washed over her. 

Satisfied she slipped from the driver's seat and into the cool morning air. David did the same, but not before cataloging the large wet smear that her bottom left on the seat. He couldn't believe how juicy her snatch had been. 

The world seemed to be a new place as Alex waited for David to meet her on other side of the car. It was if she was sexually exploring for the first time. She took his slick fingers in her hand and guided it up to her mouth. She gave him a grateful wink as she licked her own juices from their tips and then dropped them back to their side. Still allowing him to clutch her hand in his, she walked across the parking lot towards the store. The windows were covered by black vinyl and the frames were all painted a bright red, indicative of the lustful nature of secrets hidden within. 

David was slightly embarrassed and even more curious about what this place held for them. When they entered it, a wide array of everything he could not have imagined was laid out in a simple shelving system. His throat caught as he saw images of dildos, vibrators, bondage supplements, DVDs, VHS, artificial pussies, games, lubes, condoms, and clothing. He wanted to stop and explore everything but felt woefully inadequate to guide this task. He had never explored an adult store in earnest, and being there with his mother was somewhat foreboding. 

Sensing his nervousness and hesitancy, Alex turned to her son.

"Listen, we're here for you. Anything you want of me, for me, for yourself is yours. If you want to tie me up and fuck me sideways, wonderful We'll buy anything. Don't worry about what your fantasy is, no matter how dirty. I'll perform it for you. Feel free to look, touch, sample whatever you want here. If you want fetish films, great. Don't hold back, it's the worst thing you can do in life."




For Her Family Ch. 06



David had to avoid appearing giddy. He was nervous enough as it was, and looking like a fool was not going to be part of that. But he still couldn't decide where to start. 

Alex prompted him a bit. "You watch porn right?"

"Yea, I like bondage stuff, voyeurism, umm... And girl on girl..." he said catching onto his mother's direction.

"Good. Do you want to tie me up?" Alex felt a little spasm down under at the thought.

"Yeah, maybe. That sounds good."

"Alright, lets start there."

The two worked their way to the bondage and BDSM section. David had a difficult time deciding which implements he wanted to use. He ended up adding some rather tame bondage pieces- wrist cuffs, ankle straps, collars, ball gag, and blind fold. Already Alex was hungering to taste the leather gag. Willingly participating in such kink was new to her. Alex could tell he was still wanting to linger in front of various product but was guarded about doing so. 

In the interest of opening up his mind, she leaned in close to him, her hands grabbing his wrists and her lips searching out the skin on his neck. She kissed him gently, then extended her tongue and let it trace the hemline of his shirt. Some of the other customers in the store were obviously staring at their interaction. David was stiff, his eyes open, unsure of what to do. Alex guided his hand in between their bodies to the edge of her skirt and pressed it up between her thighs. A stunned David began to relax a little as he realized that this was natural, even exciting to those around him. His hand began to move more freely, stroking her lips swiftly, listening to her voice as it rose in volume and pitch.

Alex was enjoying the show she was putting on, partially because of its effect on her son, but also because of the illicitness of exhibiting her deviance to others. An older couple was standing still by the sample vibrators, one buzzing in the woman's hand, but no one paying it any attention. 

She parted her thighs a little more and helped her skirt up above her waist. Even the clerk had to take notice of the attractive middle aged woman getting fingered by the younger man. Her cries and moans filled the silent chamber. David found himself becoming more and more aroused by the events too. His cock was hard again, dying to be put on display. His mother fished it from his pants for him, exposing both of their sexes to the hungry eyes of the patrons and employees. 

Letting David's weight press her backwards, Alex found a solid brace against the check out counter and lifted herself off the ground, just enough to allow his penis to slip between her thighs and against her twat. Grinning at his mother's display, David plunged her hips back downward, burying his full length into her. The beginning of actual sex cued the rest of the store into action. The older woman bent over the vibrator table and dropped her pants before her partner's gaze. He plunged a large heavily ribbed plastic cock into her pussy. The clerk, a middle aged woman dressed like a Goth pulled a small clitoral stimulator from beneath the counter and inserted it and her hand down the front of her jeans. 

All eyes remained on David and Alex's sex. He was frantically hammering his cock into her, his eyes roaming across her panting body and onto the various other sexual acts being performed all around them. His mother was putting on quite the show. Her voice cried out in genuine pleasure and abandonment. She allowed her ass to settle on the counter for a moment, just long enough to strip her top from her body. 

She straddled his dick once more, her ankles locked behind his back, wearing only her hiked up skirt and the heels she had on. The feeling of her smooth skin pressing into his buttocks drove him wild and he grabbed her waist to better leverage her vagina fully onto his penis. The familiar squish of her clutching tunnel and its lubrication joined into the gleeful cries. Satisfied that David was supporting her weight with his hips and cock, Alex reached between their bodies and fingered her clitoris. Her whole body rocked with the intensity of her pleasure as she came, quickly.

David managed to hold out a little longer than his mother. He was so enraptured in the wide variety of sights, sounds, and experiences that were on display in the room, that initially her contracting vaginal walls didn't reach him. But when they did, his heavily used cock exploded with its own liquid addition. He kept his pace at a blistering speed, working out every possible drop of his semen and orgasm into his mother. Satisfied at its completion, he finally allowed his body to rock to a standstill. His mother continued to grind on his penis, savoring his last moments of rigidness. Together they studied the orgy that had formed in the room around them. 

A businessman had dropped his slacks and was stroking his penis hurriedly while watching the older couple engage in toy play. The clerk had found another employee and they were out of sight behind the cash register, although their noises were still quite discernible. The older man was wanking off on his bent over wife, while hammering her with a dual pronged toy. It was as if Alex and David had been the flash point for a waiting explosion. 

Giggling secretively back and forth between each other they examined some of the other activities before continuing shopping as if nothing had ever happened. 

Alex was working her thighs especially close to one another, smearing her son's come across her smooth skin. The feeling was sensational and as David's newfound freedom added to her excitement. He picked out several toys, including one simulated elephant penis. It was huge! She wasn't sure what she could do with it, but it would be exciting trying. 

When they were done they had chosen several hundred dollars worth of merchandise and Alex put it on her personal credit card. She had momentary tinge of guilt about hiding this from her husband and betraying him as she had, but the press of David's hands between her thighs as they were rung up dismissed it like smoke in the breeze. Together she and her son exited the sex store and returned to her vehicle. 

A high sheen marked her dried fluid on the leather seats of the car. Grinning she sat down, feeling more of her juices and semen renewing the wet spot on the leather. For some reason, the idea of bathing in David and her own fluids was intensely arousing. Typically she had avoided allowing such fluids to cause great messes, but it seemed only natural now. Satisfied with herself and with her partner they headed home. 

Alex wanted another go at her son before they returned home and had to double check that Annabel wasn't going to be home. She speed dialed her number from her cell phone and listened to it ring. On the third buzz she heard her charming daughter's voice perk up.

"Hello!" 

"Hey, babe!"

"Hey, Mom. What's up?"

"Nothing much. Just wanted to check and see if you'll be home for dinner tonight?"

"Probably not, if that's okay with you. I'm going over to a friend's house. I'm leaving here in about ten minutes."

"Okay. I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye, Mom."

Alex turned to David a wide smile creeping across her face. "Go home, or to a hotel? Your sister won't be home tonight and your dad is working late."

"Let's go home. I have a few ideas I want to try out."

Curious about what her young son could have been working on in that lusty head of his, she smirked and turned back to the road, her own mind churning out possibilities and options for them.

When they arrived home, both were extremely horny and ready to utilize their many purchases. But David had a few things that he wanted arranged first.

"I want to make a porno, Mom," he blurted out rather suddenly. She turned to him, a puzzled look on her face.

"A porno?" She knew what he meant but the idea seemed kind of funny to her. She had of course, been pictured in dozens of rather extreme sexual acts, but not contemplated acting in a porn movie. 

"Yeah, just like the ones at the store and on TV. With us instead of actors."

"Do you mind if I ask why?"

"I don't know. It seems really hot I guess. I like role playing like that. And we can always watch it later." He looked like he was backtracking a bit, getting more nervous about his fantasies. 

"That sounds like fun. What will the plot be like," Alex asked, her voice enthusiastic in an attempt to revive his desires. 

"I want to be your son and you my mom, just like in real life. But I want to rape you. For the movie of course. We could tie you up with all this stuff. Do it rough."

Even more amused than originally and feeling her body respond to the idea, Alex paused. "Rough, huh? That might be fun. Do I have learn any lines or anything?"

"No. Just act like you would if you were in that situation."

"Okay. I think I can do that." 

With that, she and her son crossed the threshold of the family home together. Immediately, an enthusiastic David went about preparing his stage. He had one video camera and a digital camera which he could download straight to the computer. As Alex changed and listened to her son describe the plot, she got the distinctive feeling that this fantasy had been at work for quite a while. When he was satisfied with his preparations, they got ready for the first shoot. 

The camera lens zooms through a crack in the door. The room beyond is not well lit and the camera operator is unsteady. In the semi-golden ambiance of a single lamp, an attractive woman lays on her bed. She is nearly naked, but for a long white t-shirt that is now gathered near her stomach. The woman is Alex. 

The zoom kicks in suddenly and the details of her actions become very apparent. She is masturbating. Her hand is furiously teasing her clitoris and labia, obviously quite determined on sexual release. Her body tenses and lifts from the bed as her legs flex and stretch in the heat of the moment.

A heavy breathing becomes apparent from behind the camera. The lens flashes downwards. A long penis is being stroked by a strong youthful looking hand. Someone is aroused by the scene they witness. They continue to masturbate urgently, their hand matching the timing of the woman on the bed. She is moaning loudly, her fingers expertly crafting an orgasm between her thighs. 

The person behind the camera lets out a groan too, and the camera flashes to the penis again- this time it is spurting come all over the door frame. When the viewfinder flashes to the subject of the film, Alex, her eyes are suddenly focused on the small crack in the door frame. Hurriedly, the video-taper retreats to the safety of his own bedroom. The camera documents one last splash of come before he is gone. 

The screen goes dark. 

Once more the focus is on the penis, the hand stroking the hardened member, some sort of lubricant or lotion already applied. It is glistening in the light of the camera and of the room. The operator is grunting enthusiastically occasionally muttering encouragement for an imaginary partner. 

Out of sight of the camera a door creaks open and a shocked voice shouts.

"David, what the hell are you doing?!" Alex's voice yells into the room. 

The camera swivels around to face her and the shot cuts away to a different viewing angle. Now both David and Alex are visible on the screen. David is on his bed, entirely naked, a bottle of lubricant beside him. Alex is in the doorway the same t-shirt she was wearing during her own session the night before hanging loosely from her slender frame. It juts out with the upturn of her breasts and gives off just a subtle peak of her rounded ass cheeks. 

"What the hell are you doing," she repeats, her voice higher and more frustrated.

"What does it look like! Give me some privacy, goddamn it," a younger heavier masculine voice replies.

"Don't wack off. It's disgusting! No one wants to see that," she retorts.

"Disgusting? What the fuck were you doing last night," David sneeringly replies.

"You were watching me! You sick little pervert!" She is scolding him now, her voice berating his status as a man and attempting to return him to his childhood. 

"Pervert? Fuck you. You put it out there for me to look at. Don't expect me not to." There is a growing hint of anger in David's voice. He is out of bed now, his penis still hard and standing erect before him. 

"Put some clothes on. We'll talk to your father about your little perversions, David." A snarling smirk crossed her face as she continued to express her control. But the look on David's face is one of a caged animal newly freed.

"Why don't we give him something to talk about."

"What exactly do you mean by that," Alex asks, her voice belying a subtle nervousness. 

"You'll find out."

David launches forward, his lean muscular body closing the gap between the two of them rapidly. He clenches one hand down on her upper arm and jerks her into his room. Her head whips painfully forward with the force of the motion. He is now between her and the door. The young man pushes it closed and turns the lock, emphasizing the finality of the click as the bolt slides into place. His grin is more lecherous, and more powerful then before. 

"What are you doing, David. Think about what you are doing. You don't want to do this," the mother pleads with her lustful son. 

"I've thought about it and you better believe I want to do it," he answers.

A small whimpering escapes Alex's lips as her son grabs her and pushes her towards the bed. His cock prods her in the thigh and she jumps away from it. The incidental contact indicates the seriousness of her situation. 

David is careful to stay between his mother and the door. He reaches beneath his bed and pulls out a large black plastic bag. He unceremoniously tosses it on the bed. Alex looks at it, her eyes able to discern something the camera cannot. They go wide. She is startled and she jumps for the door. But David is too young and too strong. Instead of escaping, she finds herself dumped on the bed. David is on top of her before she can react again. 

A wild shrieking and flailing pour from the young man's mother as he struggles to restrain her. For a few moments it looks like she might succeed in beating him away, but once he has her arms pinned, he is quickly able to access the bag of tricks he had prepared earlier. 

A long black leather tendril with two silver cuffs on either end slips from the plastic and is fastened first on one wrist, snaked through the posts on the headboard, and then on the other wrist. Alex's legs continue to kick, despite the fact that her arms are now bound over her head. 

Ultimately the effect of her kicking merely gives him better sight and access to her cunt and its sighting spurs him on. The struggle for her legs is a little more intense. Alex manages to land some very convincing kicks on her son's chest and head before her right leg is bound to the post on the footboard. Soon after, her left leg is bound on the other side. 

David breathes heavily as he looks down across his mother's body. She is beautiful. And she is his. His erection lurches in his shorts at the thought of all her lithe form's treasures. Her thighs are widely apart and her cleanly shaven cunt lips are engorged and pink. They are already wet. Grinning maliciously, his hand drops between her thighs and begins to toy with the folds of skin there. 

"Please don't do this. Don't touch me there, please don't. It's wrong. Terribly wrong," Alex pleads for the unknown viewer. 

But David is no longer acting. Eagerly he fingers her pussy watching as her body betrays more and more of her excitement. Soon the victim of the assault is whimpering underneath this new tactic. Her body is revealing its true desires. Still her voice begs for mercy and for cessation of activities. But the rock hard appendage at her son's waist tells her their will be no mercy. 

Finally the young man breaks from his attention to Alex's vagina and reaches back into the bag of tricks. This time he comes up with a pair of scissors. Alex's face looks horrified before it settles at the hem of her shirt and slides swiftly upward. Soon the material hangs limply off to either side of her and her beautiful full chest is unveiled for David and the camera's benefit. With one hand burying its fingers in her pussy, the other goes to work on her chest. Her whimpering grows louder as his ministrations continue upon her two most erogenous of areas. 

Alex's vocal submission begins to transfer into her body, as her hips start to gently rock against David's palm. Within minutes she comes for the first time in the film. Her voice echoes loudly out in the room as she encourages the caresses of her attacker. 

"Faster. Please do it faster. That's it, oh god, that's it!"

From there her passions only become more obvious and she thrashes in the throws of release beneath the continuing fingering of her youngest child. David's malicious grin only grows larger as she comes. Satisfied that he owns her now, he releases her leg straps as she goes limp. But he does not set her free yet. Instead he turns her over on her stomach and pulls her hips up from the mattress. 

Alex is now presenting herself to him, like a bitch in a heat. She looks back over her shoulder, her eyes wondering what is in store for her. David attaches the straps that had bound her ankles once more, but this time he affixes them just above her knees. He ties the other end to the head board. Alex is stuck in the position of presentation, her backside arched in the air and her puffy vaginal lips on full display for his gaze.

The camera cuts away once more. 

This time it is much closer to Alex and David. A portion of David's body is on screen but his mother is the primary focus of the recording. Her pussy is still soaking wet, and a significant amount of lubricant appears to have been applied. Her face betrays a genuine sense of worry.

"What are you doing, David?"

"You'll see," his voice says. 

Something large, about the size of an adult forearm enters the screen. It is a toy, simulating the size and shape of an elephant's cock. A dark smirk appears on David's face. Alex's eyes go wide.

"Be gentle! Please be gentle! It won't fit," a very worried mother utters. 

"We'll make it fit, Mommy." 

A steady hand and constant pressure apply the wide head of the dildo to the beautiful woman's lips. Even the narrowest portion of the member find it difficult to gain entrance. But slowly and surely the large dildo begins to penetrate its target.

Her eyes go wide and roll back in her head. She tries to lean away from the penis as it is forced deeper and deeper into her. It is only in her by an inch or two and already she feels like it is the beginnings of reverse childbirth. Alex frantically squirms her backside and the huge dildo tip pops free with a splatter of fluid. 

David does not seem pleased that she is disobeying. One of his strong arms circles her bent waist and pulls her tightly to him. Her squirming continues but it is severely limited by his power. Once more, the elephant dildo is pushed forward. It slowly regains its previous position. Alex's eyes are wide again and her mouth is open in an expression of surprise, curiosity, and pain. 

The long eight inch diameter presses further, and further, and further. Alex is inhumanly stretched by the penetration. It is now buried a full five inches inside of her, and her eyes betray a shocked consciousness of the fact that she is being filled by such a thing. 

"No more, no more, please no more," she pants.

"A little further, Mommy. Just a little bit further."

With another squirt of lubricant, David leans against the end of the cock and presses it farther inside the vaginal tunnel from which he had emerged. Seven inches of the monster now occupy her channel. He releases the end, and its rubbery backside bounces awkwardly as it extends from her body. He gives his mother a moment to adjust to its size and depth. Small tears are forming at the sides of her eyes, but he moves into position beneath her. They flick away as they study him, wondering what it is he intends.




For Her Family Ch. 06



"Does the poor Mommy need some relief?" 

Alex does not answer him. So he acts of his own accord. His lips brush over her stretched labia and his tongue extends to flick across the hard nub. A small groan of delight rumbles from his throat. Soon his tongue is eagerly dancing across her impossibly widened cunt and the first signs of relief from pain begin to appear on Alex's face. Her eyes are finally closed and her mouth is open, panting in enjoyment of the attention she is receiving. But it is a short lived attention. Satisfied that his mother's pain is temporarily forgotten he pushes out from beneath her and moves into a squatting position behind her raised backside. 

"I saw the video of you in the warehouse, Mommy. I saw how much you liked it in the ass. You'll get it again." David was referring to her experience only a day before. 

"I'm too full. I can't take it, David," she whispered, trying to avoid detection by the cameras microphone.

"You'll have to Mommy. You're all mine."

With that, the young man drop a few drops of lubricant in between her ass cheeks and hastily rubbed it into her puckered hole. The camera view changes once more, this time looking down at the heart shape ass of David's mother. He is holding it. His penis is centered on the screen, its long curved shape angling downward between her ass cheeks. His strong hands hold it apart, exposing the most forbidden of her passages. 

A lusty cry of pleasure pours from David as his cock presses into the lubricated hole. It pushes harder, and harder, until Alex finally relaxes her clenching anal muscle and it pops into her. Quickly David sinks three inches of his member into her. Beneath him a squeaking gasp comes from his mother's bent form.

"More lube, I need more lube!"

David obliges quickly his hand reappearing with a bottle of personal lubricant. Several more drops of the stuff fall over his cock and drizzle down to her asshole. The bottle is carelessly tossed aside and the young man resumes his downward plunge. The camera wobbles more as he works to bury more of his cock inside her. 

Soon he has established a regular fucking rhythm. It is slow at first but as his mother's voice begins to encourage him, it grows in pace. By the time she is writhing beneath him in pleasure, he is slamming his cock against her backside, feeding it into her asshole. 

There is a cut away to another camera angle. The large elephant dildo hangs behind Alex's bound body, waving with the furious fucking that David is delivering in her ass. Moments later, the cacophony of cries reach a crescendo as the pair simultaneously orgasm. The video fades out in a amateur edit job. No credits roll, and the desktop reemerges with a click of the mouse.

In the bottom corner of the screen the time is prominently displayed. It is eight o'clock. David and Alex have finished the film. They are watching it for their second time together. Alex's legs are draped over the opposite arms of the office chair and her naked body rests on the lap and cock of her son. David is lazily petting the undersides of her breasts as he gently thrusts upward into her. Their most recent orgasms are fading away and they are enjoying the final fuck that they will share. 

"Fucking incredible. Better than the pros, if I do say so myself," Alex compliments her son. "I still can't believe you got that thing in me that far. I just thought there was no way. It hurt so bad at first, but my pussy must be more flexible than it used to be."

"No kidding. I knew it was hurting you, but once I started it, I had to get more. Finally I was just to horny to wait any longer."

"It was so intense. You and that giant dildo so close inside me. I could feel the tip of the dildo when you thrust inside of me. It moved with you."

"Shit, Mom. I could watch you do that all day," David answered with a gentle grazing kiss over her bare shoulder. 

Alex grinned back at him and accepted a kiss on the corner of her mouth. His penis head was still trapped inside of her and despite its softening, she desperately wanted it to remain there just within her entrance for a bit longer. He was a fantastic fuck and she couldn't wait for the opportunity to do him again. But they needed to shower soon. Mike would be home and she had a very hollow feeling that they could be in serious danger if he ever found out. 

"Why don't you head up to the shower and wait for me. Maybe I'll give you a special treat before we have to get ready for Dad to get home." 

She carefully uncoiled from his lap and stretched a bit. Alex caught a bit of his jizz dribbling out of her lips and snaked it up with a bent finger. With a wink and a smile his way, she licked it off. 

David shook his head in disbelief and dutifully headed upstairs. As soon as he was out of eye sight, an obedient Alex uploaded the video file to an email and sent it back to the blackmailer's email. A sense of a self satisfaction welled up within her. She had fulfilled her task and had a wonderful time in the process. She licked her lips as she pondered the water running over her son's nude body just above her head. Quickly she went to share the moment with him.



For Her Family Ch. 07



All too quickly the time with David would come to an end and her husband would return home. Alex suddenly found the simplicity of his demands to be a little tiring. Their sex that night was as wonderful and fulfilling as always, but it did not hold the same addictive and substantive power that her blackmailer's creations did. So, the moment her husband left for work and she heard him creep from their bedroom to his responsibilities, she was out from under her covers and tiptoeing down the stairs. 

She would be a little surprised by the email response from the man who held so much power over her. It seemed dissatisfied and critical of her performance with her son.

"Good start. But I was pretty certain that I told you to fulfill all of his fantasies. I don't really by that some filming and acting and anal were all he was looking for. Don't disappoint me. You have till the end of today to complete one more fantasy of his."

Shit, Alex thought. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to do anything of the sort. David had not given her a whole lot to work with and besides hadn't she already fulfilled like a half dozen of them? Incest, bondage, voyeur, exhibition, anal, toys... What else was there? It was early, very early and she didn't want to wake David, but if Annabel was coming home today, she would have to figure out a solution to their problem and get it solved fast. Of course, she knew that if she woke him, there were a few other things that would happen. But her throbbing pussy told her that was just plain fine. 

David slowly slipped from the subconscious dream world as he felt the sheets rustle beside him and someone slip into his bed. He wasn't awake enough to have grasped who it was, but when he felt a small hand surreally slip into his shorts it didn't really matter. He allowed himself to be drawn from his slumber by the slow, steady stroke of the palm over his shaft. Despite his exhaustion, his eyes cracked open into the low light of his room. His head pivoted on the cotton pillow case and found his mother's beautiful face expectantly watching him. Her hand didn't even falter, as he kissed her forcefully on the lips.

"Morning, Mom," he spoke, his voice rough from disuse.

"Morning, son." Alex found some sort of giddy perversion in this exchange- particularly because she was beating him off. David let off a groan of delight as his body stretched and his crotch thrust up beneath the sheets.

"What do you want so early in the morning?"

"We have a problem. Technically, its my problem, but considering our current circumstances it involves you rather significantly."

"Yeah, what's that?"

"Well... My blackmailer kind of figured out what happened between us and had wanted us to do some performances for him. I sent him our tape from yesterday, but he wasn't satisfied with it..."

David's mind puzzled on the statement. Was his Mom acting out of requirement, or was she genuinely interested in him. He quickly dismissed that line of thinking as her pace picked up on his cock. She was definitely genuinely interested.

"What does he want now?"

"He wants me to fulfill another one of your fantasies." 

"Another one, huh." 

"Well?"

"Well, what," David asked.

"Don't you have any other ones?"

"Not really."

Alex was kind of shocked that he didn't have a long laundry list of fantasies handy to just run off. "I don't really have time for screwing around on this... I have to have it done by the end of today. If your sister gets home things will be seriously complicated."

"Huh."

Unconsciously Alex increased the pace of her hand on his cock in her frustration. It didn't really help David's thought process any more and just slowed down the release of necessary information. She was in auto pilot now, and she didn't really realize that he was coming until his hand covered hers and pressed it down over the tip of his cock, semen coating its palm.

She giggled a little bit. "Sorry, hon."

"Don't be sorry. That's a great way to wake up." Taking a deep breath, David asked her to cover the requirements of the performance again.

"So do you have any fantasies you can think of..." 

"Just one."

"Just one! You're young, how can you possible have only one!?" Alex was disgruntled by the statement. 

"Yeah, and you're not going to like it." 

"What is it?"

"Well, it involves another woman," David replied, his eye peeking over at his mother, waiting for her response.

A momentary silence eclipsed the room but not because of a negative reaction. Alex was already quite horny and recollecting her encounters with the other women on her tasks, she found the idea not in the least repulsive. Besides, David had seen the photos, he must know the idea wasn't so disgusting to her. 

"Is there more to it than that, or just another woman?"

"It's kind of specific."

"Specific. What does that mean?" 

"The girl I want involved. She's someone you know."

Based on her previous day's activity and the illicit nature of their relationship, a light suddenly flipped on in Alex's head. Annabel. She couldn't. She had done this all for her. She had obeyed the blackmailer's demands fully. This had all been to spare Annabel, hadn't it?

"We can't. There's no way. I can't do that," she gushed.

David rolled towards his mother and pulled her hips in a little closer, forcing the sticky wetness within his boxers against her stomach. "If you wanted, you could kind of tell her about the blackmailer and his requirements. Just a little bit and twist stuff to make it look like you have no choice. I'm sure she would cooperate if she thought her future was on the line."

The speed of David's answer should have told Alex that he had thought about the scenario more than once, but she was instead puzzled by the speed with which her resistance to the notion faded. It wasn't exactly fair that she had been forced to shoulder the entire burden on her own. Annabel had been the one to commit the crime they were trying to cover up. She probably would do as David said. She was quiet for a moment, her mind hesitating to commit.

"There's no other fantasy that you want to do? Another girl maybe? We could hire a prostitute or an escort..."

Her son had sensed the vulnerability and momentary preponderance of the option. Not wanting to let go of the suddenly possible forbidden fantasy he pressed her more. Both literally and figuratively. His hand found its way between her thighs and to her naked sex. He grinned at her wetness, and one of his probing fingers slipped into her depths. David twisted it back and forth and rocked it in and out continuously, his voice silent.

Alex was not distracted by the action. It served to excite her, but she was so caught up in the possibility of meeting the fantasy requirement that she was finding it more and more difficult to resist the building urge to make it work. Her daughter was beautiful. And her body would be delicious. And David would probably be hard for weeks knowing their secret. Dozens of fantasies that would have been extreme and taboo to her months before began to form, color, and take shape. Her throat whimpered in coordination with David's finger as she imagined her daughter's taste and touch. Maybe it could work. 

She was humping David's hand by now, one leg arched in the air and the other curled up behind her. It gave her son's hand wide access to her vaginal lips and labia and she found her own arousal quickly growing. 

By the time she had straddled her son's cock and allowed her body's weight to sink her down its shaft, she had embraced the idea of her daughter carrying some of the weight of the blackmailer's performances. Their first fuck session that day would go off with a bang!

The hours between five o'clock in the morning and eleven passed far too slowly. Despite a regular interludes of sex or autoeroticism with David, Alex was having a hard time keeping focused. David had truly ran through the potentials of the fantasy and was more than equipped to make the necessary arrangements. They had set up the camera in Annabel's room on it tripod. When the action began it would be more than capable of detailing her exploits. As the appointed hour of her return drew closer and closer, Alex found herself getting more and more nervous and less sure that the plan would go off without a hitch. 

She was sitting by the door when Annabel came in, her hair pulled back in a pony tail and her typical low riding jeans and blouse displaying her figure. Alex was still dressed in only her sleep t-shirt and she was pretty certain that she smelled of sex with David. She bolted to her feet the moment her daughter's eyes found hers and she tried to put on a good show.

"Annabel. We need to talk. Right now. I have something I need to tell you." She grabbed her daughter's surprised hand, and watched as her smiling lips folded into a concerned frown. "Come with me."

Alex led them into the den, where the computer was on to a message created by David under the screen name blackmailer007@yahoo.com. 

Her explanation was quick, rambling, and designed to appear distressed. "I've been blackmailed, because of the accident. Someone saw it, had some pictures, and threatened to release them if I didn't obey their orders. For the past couple of months I have been following all of these demands, trying to keep you safe and separate from what he requires. But I can't do it any longer and he wants you to do something with me to keep him from releasing those pictures." She blinked away imaginary tears, her eyes studying her daughter's face to see if she was buying the act.

Annabel did indeed look very concerned by her mother's rushed description. A small oh formed on her lips and her hands crossed nervously beneath her chest. The action caused Alex's eyes to flick momentarily down to her breasts. She could feel excitement beginning to show up amidst her nervousness. The breasts were a cup size smaller at least, but they still looked delicious. Shaking away the thought line, she continued.

"I've been performing sex acts on camera for this man."

"You've been what!?"

"Sex acts. I've been performing for him. Its what he wants and it keeps you from going to jail for a dozen different crimes."

"Why didn't you just turn him over to the police," Annabel asked.

"Because. At first they were small things. But they got worse and worse. And then he had evidence of me doing all sorts of embarrassing things and threatened to show them to Dad. And he still had the pictures of you driving away from the scene of the crime. That poor woman's body lying in the road." She buried her face in her hands in an attempt to dramatize the emotions she wasn't feeling.

"Oh God, Mom, I'm so sorry. I'm so very sorry..." Annabel shrunk to her mother's side and pulled her into her shoulder.

"That's where I am now. He has another request. If I don't obey and if you don't obey, then he releases everything. His pictures of me, his pictures of you, everything. I really don't want to ask this of you, but I don't have a choice really. I don't have an option. I mean I don't know what else to do."

"What do we have to do, Mom. I'll do anything. You should really have told me sooner. I could've helped, could've just turned myself in."

"No, you can't, you can't! I've gone this far for you. Just a little farther and we can be free," Alex begged her daughter. Annabel seemed entirely caught up in guilt, worry, and concern for her mother's plight. Alex felt guilty for setting her up like this, but she didn't have another choice, and in truth, didn't really want one. Too many little erotic seeds had been planted to just walk away from. 

"I'm so sorry I put you through this. I had no idea. I'm just so sorry," Annabel wept.

"Don't be sorry," Alex genuinely comforted her daughter. "We can get this out of the way and you can go back to life as normal. Hopefully all his demands will be done soon. But we have to have this done before your father gets home tonight. If I don't have it done by the end of the day he sends out all the information."

"What does he want us to do?"

"Sex. On camera."

"With who?"

"Us. Just us," came Alex's whispered reply. She waited gauging Annabel's face for a response. It was blank.

"Us?"

"Yes, us. He wants us to do it on camera and then email it to him before tomorrow."

"Mom, I don't think I ca..." Alex pressed her finger to her daughter's lip and slipped from the chair. 

"Quiet, honey. We don't have a choice. Don't think, just do." She took Annabel's hand and before she could offer another objection, Alex guided her up the stairs to her bedroom. The scene was already set. A variety of toys were laid out on the off white night stand and the camera was up and running.

Annabel took the scene in, wide eyed, seemingly unprepared to have her notions of sexuality challenged so violently. 

"Mom, I don't think I can do this. I just can't," she pleaded.

Alex looked her oldest child straight in the eyes, and speaking straight from her own desires she convincingly and firmly stated, "You don't have a choice. Nor do I. Just kiss me."

With that she took her daughter's precious head in her hands and pulled her lips to her own. They were close to the same height so they met in the middle. At first, Annabel's lips were flat against her own, unexpressive and irresponsive. Alex could feel the tenseness in her daughter's frame as the kiss continued. When she felt the muscles began to relax a little, she let her hands release the sides of her child's head. They slipped to her upper arms and paused there for a moment. 

A million thoughts ran through Alex's head as her lips pressed into her daughter's. As of yet, they had merely been locked in one unmoving kiss. Her mind remember the times when Annabel had been just a little girl and they had fleetingly kissed on the lips. Then it had been cute and endearing, part of their mother-daughter relationship. How terribly she was violating that now when she was nineteen. 

Experimentally, Alex broke the kiss, her eye's studying Annabel's face once more as her eyes fluttered open. Annabel took a deep breath and would return the kiss first, her mouth pressing in close to her mother's and her lips pressing into the same pair, the genetic source of her own features. Alex's tongue accepted her surrender and pressed between them and fluttered across the tip of her own oral muscle. The contact was electrifying, and beneath her long tee, she could feel her pussy warming as the plan unfolded. 

Alex's hands drifted to Annabel's and she captured them in a familiar squeeze, one that seemed oblivious to the passionate kiss occurring at their mistresses' heads. They would linger one over the other for a moment before they fell into step with the directives of the mouths. A mother's hands slid into place over the daughter's backside, stroking across its denim encased surface as if it were naked. 

Some trepidation and nervousness could be sensed within Annabel still, so Alex was careful about the speed with which she moved forward. Her lips continued their dance with her daughter's and their tongue's fenced for oral supremacy. It was a passionate kiss but not a needy one- both women were still in full control of their desires and faculties. Not yet would they be unleashed, one on the other. 

Annabel's movements would gradually fall in line with her mother's as they developed a more substantive rhythm and driving force. Her hands would fall to the full ass that had been an object of genetic pride and no lust for many years. Alex would feel her daughter falter when she felt the soft surrender of her naked buttocks to her bare hands. They would not withdraw however and within moments they were grazing gently over their curved slopes at a regular interval.

She took this as a sign from her daughter that it was okay to go farther with her touches, kisses, and caresses. Her hands abandoned their clasp on Annabel's cheeks and moved to the hem of her shirt- her only garment. They pulled the material over her head and tossed it aside in the small feminine room. Naked, she pressed herself to Annabel once more. Her lips found their way to her daughter's lips momentarily before sliding to the side of her cheek, to her chin, her jaw line, the nape of her neck, and finally the lobe of her ear. There they would suckle, skillfully tonguing the sensitive formation. 

Alex could hear her daughter gasp, obviously pleased by this form of stimulation. She had no far how her daughter had gone sexually, but her experience and talent told her that she had never really made love if the touch to her ears brought such a forceful and necessitated response.

Soaking wet, Alex's thighs made a unique squelching noise as she shifted her weight from one foot to another. The moment was far to exciting and her fluids were leaking steadily down her thighs. The touch of Annabel's hands on her ass cheeks was driving her wild- bare contact was the most heady of all the sensations she was experiencing. 

Their longing kisses would last for minute after minute, their progression slowly becoming needier, heavier, faster. When Alex sensed that the moment had reached a peak, she broke her kiss with her daughter.

Alex moved to the bed, one of her hands holding onto Annabel's. She slid back against the wall and drew her knees up, exposing her sex in a blatant and slutty spread. Annabel studied her face for a second or two and then her pussy before sliding onto the bed. It was yet another decision that Alex had enabled her daughter to make. She was taking her in baby steps, closer and closer to her blackmailer's final goal; to her son's final goal; to her own final goal. 

Annabel slid into place beside her mother, their bodies sitting tightly against one another. Alex took hold of her daughter's hand once more and guided it to her lower stomach and released it there, just above the hairless apex of her two thighs. She looked into her eldest child's eyes and waited. Already, too far gone, Annabel did exactly as wanted. Her long delicate fingers moved downward with practiced eased until two of them outlined the pink divide in her mother's crotch. 

By now her breathing was coming heavy and her desire was beginning to win the war for control. Alex felt her chest heaving as she sought to get enough oxygen to keep up with her lust. Her own hands moved to caress her own breasts as her head rocked back against the wall. She pinched and pulled taut her nipples, before lifting and pressing them together in a bundle of luscious flesh. Alex was slightly surprised to feel her daughter's lips graze the side of her tits in a devilishly tormented moment. But once they found that contact, they did not leave again. Annabel was hungry for her mother's breasts and her tongue, teeth, and lips could not get enough of them. 

The ferocity of Annabel's desire would force Alex off of her sitting position and she was sprawled on the bed, her daughter between her thighs with her face buried in her cleavage. Annabel's fingers were furiously working inside the tunnel which had passed them out nineteen years before. They spread wide, in a victory sign, as they withdrew, stretching the snatch with their effort. Alex was desperate for release and her hips worked off the bed in tune with the thrusting of her daughter's touch.

Eager to avoid being the only one naked on the bed, Alex allowed her own hands to go to work on Annabel's clothing. Her top came first, and Alex almost regretted the action when Annabel's nursing mouth broke from her engorged nipple. But it was quickly replaced once the shirt was gone and their sex continued nearly uninterrupted. Alex's eyes studied the length of their two bodies together. Her daughter was wearing a strapless bra which was slightly dislodged from her young refreshingly smaller tits. Little pink nipples pointed downward into the mattress as they waited for attention of their own. 




For Her Family Ch. 07



It was a vibrantly erotic scene and Alex could not believe how quickly and easily the fantasy had become a reality. She needed the press of fully naked flesh and wanted to feel her daughter's sex pressing into her own. Urgently, commandingly even, Alex thrust up from beneath her daughter, nearly knocking her off the bed. Annabel looked momentarily confused but when her mother went to work on her jeans she understood. 

The pants were impossibly tight and even with Annabel's bottom wiggling helpfully it took too long to be rid of them. But once they were gone, Alex had to swallow back the animalistic desires which told her to roar and grunt and purr all at once. Annabel, the picture of trampled innocence, laid out before her like a game board with so many playing options. Her bra was trapped against her rib cage now, its nude coloration barely standing out from its owner's skin. And her delightfully lacy panties were brazenly soaked. Alex could not believe the amount of moisture that had accumulated in her crotch. It would be the dark contrast of the drenched zone and her daughter's full pussy lips beneath it that overcame her. 

Her hair draped unceremoniously over her daughter's thighs as her mouth descended onto the region. Hurriedly her fingers worked the underwear far enough down her legs that her bare sex was fully exposed. Annabel had trimmed the pubic hair into a neat little heart shape whose tail directed her mother's tongue to the top of her folds. Alex wondered for whom that design had been created and whether or not they had the opportunity to enjoy it yet. But her tongue was watering for the opportunity to enjoy the folds and would not be denied. 

"Oh, fantastic," cried Annabel the moment her mother's tongue descended on that most aroused and sensitive of areas. Her hips launched off the bed, crushing her pussy into her mother's mouth and burying more of her tongue into its depths. She braced her body with her arms, supporting her groin and lower body as it writhed in the air, suspended in pleasure off of the comforter. 

"Fucking fantastic, oh, fuck. Mom. Oh, Mom. Slow, ah, slower, shit, I'm coming!"

Her eruption was nearly instantaneous, but it did nothing to slow her mother's hungry mouth and tongue. They ate up every bit of her shuddering, pulsing, orgasmic release. Alex's mouth would be covered in the fluids of her daughter's sex and she could not get enough of the potent mixture. She pursed her lips and sucked hardily on her daughter's clitoris, encouraging her into another reactionary orgasm. Her own ass waved in the air, the multiple divisions of her fingers marking their entrance into her pussy. 

Her own twat was just as hungry as Annabel's and would not need long to reach its first climax of the recorded session. Annabel would continue into a delirium only achievable after orgasm when stimulation is sustained in both intensity and frequency. She babbled incoherently as her fingers dug into Alex's scalp until it hurt. But still her mother's fucking tongue would not separate itself from her body. 

Just when there seemed to be a momentary lull in the vigorous fucking that the two women had begun, a completely naked David would join them. A look of surprise and shock passed over Annabel's face as he strode towards her, his cock coated in a flaking white residue that evidenced a previous orgasm. Alex barely batted an eyelash when she saw the movement out of the corner of her eye. It had not been planned but she had been pretty certain that he would be unable to resist such an incendiary display. 

"David, what... Ah... What, are you... Ah fuck... doing..." his sister attempted. But when she opened her mouth to finish her sentence it was silenced by the insertion of his sweat and come stained rod. Annabel froze for a moment on the cock, as if weighing need versus taboo. As it had to, need won out. 

David gripped onto his sisters head and thrust her farther onto his cock, listening as she gagged when it touched the back of her throat. His mother was still slurping away at her pussy, as if she was in some sort of crazed frenzy. His eyes would flicker back and forth from his sister's lips surrounding his dick to his mother eating out her decoratively trimmed cunt. His hips rocked back and forth in a smooth driving motion, relieving Annabel of her smothering burden before renewing it. Each thrust pushed his lengthy cock deeper and deeper into her throat.

He was surprised by the skill with which she gave him head and was able to take so much of his cock into her orifice. It was quite apparent from the talent her tongue expressed despite the large cohabitant it had that it was a familiar situation. They would have to talk about that later. In the meantime he was hard pressed to abandon his focus on the intense pleasure which grew within him. Her mouth and throat were a tight, hot, wet, hole which was surpassing his every imagination. 

Alex's eyes moved over her daughter's body once more to where David was pounding his cock into her throat. Rather than being jealous that she was rewarded with the delicious piece of meat, she was encouraged to partake in the pleasure. Her lip lock with Annabel's pussy broke and her sweat moistened body slid easily up between her daughter's thighs until the very front of their pussies ground against one another in erotic surrender. She was much closer to the meeting of her two children's bodies and had to join in. 

A loud grunt of delight ripped form David's gut as his mother's tongue made contact with his pulsing testicles for the first time. With each backward stroke out of his sister' mouth he was rewarded with a flurry of lashes form the talented oral member. Then he would buried home again in the warmth of Annabel's throat, his cock bordering on being rejected in its tightness. In his periphery he could see his mother's ass rising and lowering in a humping motion over the union of their sexes and knew that she fucking her daughter as well she could given equipment and circumstance. Their pouring sexes slapped against once another, splattering fluid mutually across their respective surfaces.

Then suddenly it was upon David, before he could cry out a word of warning or ecstasy. But his quite talented cock sucking sister just looked up and stared him down, daring him to come more, to release more fluid into her mouth. For every drop that shot from his cock's tip, her throat easily accepted it and more. Even Alex was amazed by the ability of her daughter to retain jizz. Her gulps were loud and regular as she took each bit of his precious fluid from him. Her head continued of its own volition to bob on his dick as his release faded in time. 

Alex lifted her head from its resting place on her daughter's cheek and looked around at the surprised and satisfied threesome. 

"Well. That was better than expected," she stated abruptly.

"You're an amazing cocksucker sis," David enthused. "And with Mom kicking in, I couldn't hold out."

"You guys are just as good as I thought you'd be," Annabel replied. The answer was too straight forward, too calm for what they had experienced.

Both David and Alex picked up on the subtle undertone in her voice and looked at each other questioningly. It was then that she heard it.

Her ears and mind instantly recognized the sound of that rasping deep voice as it echoed from behind her.

"Honey, I'm home." 

Alex whirled around her mind racing, her blackmailer she would finally know! Shock and stunned silence would overtake her when the smiling face of her husband appeared. A small microphone like device was held to his throat.

"Surprised?" The phrase was adapted to the stranger's voice the moment it passed his lips. 

It was too much, too extreme for her to grasp. This whole thing- Mike!? But how, he was right beside her during the initial phone call, he was sleeping! The catty grin on her daughter's face told her that she had played a role in this. She looked to David, half expecting him to share that same self-satisfied look, but he seemed just as stunned.

"Mike, you, you did this!? You did this to me, made me this," she stuttered, her arms gesticulating wildly to the assembled nude family members in the room. She tried to flail herself free from the entwining legs and wet warmth of her daughter's lower body, but found herself restrained by the same appendages which had until so recently been instruments of her pleasure.

"Get off me, get off me," she screamed as she tried to work herself out of Annabel's grasp. But Mike moved in and pushed her back onto the bed, his hand pressing into her bare collarbone and tilting her backwards into Annabel's lap. 

"Why, how, how could you reduce me to this!?" It was as if the revelation had finally woken her from the exquisite nightmare she had savored. Mike just chuckled into his little microphone, his voice rasping through its electronic magic. David just stared on in stunned silence as his father settled onto the bed between his mother's tempting thighs. His hand reached out and gently started to toy with her pussy, in a familiar caress of practiced ease. 

Alex tried to reject his touch but Annabel kept her still enough that she could not avoid the torture. She looked to David once more, begging for his assistance. But from the look in his eyes, she could tell he was afraid to break the spell they had been connived into. 

Her wet folds gave easily before her husband's probing and she was reduced to little yelps and whimpers of distress as her heart raced at an impossible rate. All of it, a set up from the very beginning! Annabel and Mike, they'd been in it together. She'd been tricked. Tricked into having sex with so many. Tricked into whoring herself out. Tricked into repeatedly taking her son into her body in such a base manner. 

"Don't make this out to be my doing. Of course, Annabel and I had set much of this up, but you had an equal role in it. Originally it was just a way in which we could reveal our relationship to you and include you in it. But you and David, that was your doing. You fucked him before I even said a word about it. And towards the end, you wanted it. Needed it so badly didn't you, darling?"

His voice was his own now, the little toy discarded someplace. But it haunted her psyche. What could she say, how could she act? She knew it to be true. She had embraced their perversions, took them as her own, and had reveled in their pleasures. 

A defeated sigh escaped from her as she realized there was no way for her to logic out of the situation. But she was still deeply troubled by this turn of events. Mike apparently was not, rising to remove his tie and dress shirt casually, as if it was natural to undress with his wife and two children in the room. 

No one moved, or spoke, waiting until something happened. Annabel knew what was coming and was excited to be able to watch. David had an idea that his father had specific intentions for his mother and could not believe him. Even huddled as she was, her body was a fantastic image of pleasure and base desire. He only hoped that he would still have some part of it when the dust settled. 

When Mike was completely denuded, he moved to the side of the bed and took hold of Alex's ankles. He pulled her smaller frame easily to the edge of the bed, his large penis arching out between her thighs. Annabel released her hold on her mother's arms and transferred their control to him. He just grinned at her as he guided his cock into her slit. Alex tried to deny the pleasure, the familiarity that his cock's shape took within her, but she could not. The urge to fight the need once again rose, but she knew it was a useless ritual that could hold no place in a world such as hers. So she accepted the lust, the desire for more, the wantonness of it all. 

When he buried his full length into her, she accepted him, taking his size into her and releasing her surprise and fear to a different realm. Mike dropped her ankles over his shoulders and took hold of her ass. He lifted her gorgeous backside of the bed, aligning their sexes more perfectly and began to fuck.

His was the fucking of a partner and mate. He knew her body, its crevices, its desires, its erogenous zones in a way that neither David nor Annabel could. And he used her to maximize her own wants and his. 

David and Annabel could hardly sit around inactive as bystanders to the display of their mother's embracing of this new lifestyle that surrendered to pleasure. Quickly they found themselves exploring and familiarizing themselves with one another's bodies. 

We will leave them, for now, like this. Their forms entwined in strange new motions of self discovery and in familiar ones. No matter how natural their actions may be, their spirits are new to the notions, ideas, actions, and conceptions that they will experience. 

But as has been theorized before, if something feels this good, how can it be wrong?

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**Final chapter to follow.



For Her Family Ch. 08



Trepidation filled Alex's nerves. She wasn't used to this type of thing and genuinely hoped that she would measure up to her husband's expectations. The assembled clientele were his associates, bosses, and favored underlings. Failure would be disastrous for his reputation as well as her own. He had recommended her highly. 

Months had passed since Mike had revealed that he and Annabel had orchestrated her blackmail and descent into sexual depravity. In the time since then she had come to embrace her newfound freedom from societal constraints. But it was not as if the hedonistic lifestyle had come without a cost. In fact, the cost had been quite large. There was too much risk to the family if they remained in their previous location and with previous friends. Just too many opportunities for the great secret they carried to come out. So they had abandoned their home, their friends, their careers, and moved away. Even the kids had transferred schools. 

After weeks of concern about how thinks would work out, stuff had finally begun to click. Mike had gotten his job first and it came with a hefty pay raise. He was hired as the private physician and employee health advisor for a large banking firm. Suddenly the family circulated in a different class- his pay checks alone more than doubled what the couple had made as a whole. That had offered Alex the opportunity to start her own catering business and begin a long neglected dream. David and Annabel had quickly adapted to their new university and shared a dorm room as boyfriend and girlfriend, instead of brother and sister. Everyone seemed healthier, happier, and more satisfied with their lot in life. 

Now Alex had her first high paying job at a private party for Mike's business partners. It was a very exclusive affair with only about twenty to thirty people in attendance including she and her family. David and Alex were serving as waiter and waitress for the evening, and Annabel was attending as a young play thing for Mike. The interaction of the family was different because no one knew that they were related. 

It had started well enough. The food was receiving high praise and her wine selection was the finest. The wealthy aristocrats of modern society were soon smoldering in a thick alcoholic fog that only increased as the evening wore on. By midnight a small portion of the guests had called it quits and headed to their respective homes, while others continued to party on. They were more relaxed, more open, and more frisky than would be publicly acceptable for such high ranking businessmen and women. 

David was getting plenty of tips and private offers from men and women alike. His clean pressed white shirt and black tie made him look like a less beefy Chippendale dancer. And he had intentionally chosen a pair of rather tight fitting pants that emphasized certain genetic bonuses of Alex's male family members. He always was polite and teasing, encouraging larger tips without committing to anything unless he found a particularly attractive or enticing partner. 

His mother and partner in service was putting up with the same type of harassment but was having greater difficulty in extricating herself from the delicate situations she was finding herself in. One particularly influential member of the board had managed to get her, and her platter of wine, on his lap and was quite eagerly groping her while she tried to remove herself without spilling the deep red liquid. But it would be for naught and after one specific probing digit found its way beneath her skirt, she stumbled forward and the polished silver tray toppled forward.

Her attempt at catching it would prove futile as the slender flutes toppled and the crystal shattered, but not without spilling the contents onto a very expensive cream colored gown of one of the trophy wives.

"Bitch!" The yell was a half surprised scream of shock as the woman realized that her gown was soaked. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean too, I was just trying to get away from him. He was touching me," Alex stuttered in apology. She was sincere and honest but digging herself into a deeper hole. 

The offending man rose in a huff from his chair. "I most certainly did not touch her in any inappropriate manner. Certainly not. Especially with my wife here." 

The last sentence drew an irate stare from his wife, who also proved to be a surgically enhanced blonde bombshell, and drove the rift between Alex and the assembled guests into the ground. 

"What the hell were you doing flirting with my husband, you slut! Who hired this whore? Tactless!"

"You fucking ruined my gown you twat!"

"Lying piece of blue collar trash. I wouldn't touch the likes of you. Honestly, honey, I wouldn't," sputtered the partner. Everyone was looking for someone to blame for the various explosions and Alex was it. Mike would provide the solution.

"Quiet!" Everyone turned to the otherwise professional doctor, questioning looks passing over their faces. "I'll take care of this."

He marched directly towards his wife and the caterer of the event and grabbed her by her hair. "I think a little punishment is in order, don't you all?"

Some jeering yells of encouragement echoed throughout the room. Mike looked around like a warrior surveying his conquests and lands and found a bench that would suit his purposes. It was a piano bench that sat on a slightly raised stage. Alex didn't understand what had overcome her husband and why he was behaving in such a manner. But a large tent in his tuxedo pants told her he was enjoying this. 

Once more she stumbled forward as her tightly arranged hair was yanked ahead of her and Mike strode confidently onward. When they made the stage he roughly pushed her, sending her sprawling onto the bench. Alex tried to rise but his hand pushed her face back down into the smooth leather surface and kept her pinned there. Her knees were bent beneath her and her upper torso was laid out across the length of the piece. She wondered what he had in store for her.

"Do you want to see some punishment?" Another affirmative cry rose from the assembled audience. "What should we do with her?"

"Dump punch on her!"

"Smear caviar in her hair!" 

"Shave her head!"

A wide variety of silly and childish suggestions were offered before a lustful sounding female voice offered something a bit more titillating. Alex was pretty certain that it came from her very own daughter.

"Spank her! Hike up her skirt and give her a good spanking!"

The audience buzzed at the possibility of such illicit entertainment and many wondered if their new doctor could enforce such a thing. But he gave them a momentary grinning glance of his handsome face before he began to tug at the zipper adorning the back of her simple black blouse. From the midst of her back he pulled it down, his practiced hand moving it all the way to the top of her buttocks before it ran out of area. He transferred her arms into his other palm and then tugged at the edge of the strapless dress until it was free of her torso and pooled on the floor around her knees. 

No one had really expected the doctor to remove her clothing, but no one objected. Alex's ass glowed a healthy tan tone beneath the stage lights. The black lacy thong she wore merely accented her gorgeous curvaceous figure and her breasts were naked, resting against the top of the bench. She panted from her momentary struggle against her husband and waited for what he had in store for her next. Surely he would not take this gratuitous display any farther...

But Alex should have realized that her husband's mind was the testing ground for her sexual openness and fantasies. And he intended to stretch her comfort zone once more. 

"Will anyone volunteer to spank her?"

"I will," came a delighted cry from the woman whose dress had been drenched in wine. Her heels clattered across the floor as she nearly jogged to the stage. She had a secret crush on her husband's new employee and was looking forward to exacting some humiliation on the woman who had doused her new gown in front of everyone. 

When she got on the stage she made a big point to take a few practice swipes that stopped just before stinging Alex's backside. But the audience was getting more raucous, encouraging their friend to exact the fitting punishment. 

Spurred on, her long hand rose in the air and flew back downward. A loud crack on Alex's ass echoed through the room. Then another. And another. And another. Over and over again she would release her frustrations on the prone caterer. When she was done a large red welt covered one full ass cheek and provided stark contrast to the woman's underwear. The lady was out of breath by the time she was finished, but she was quite pleased with her spanking.

She stepped off the stage to cheers of encouragement and congratulations. Before they died down, the woman whose husband had begun the whole episode stepped on stage. She unleashed a ferocious stream of blows across Alex's other ass cheek until it too was painted red. She was whimpering in pain as she was punished for her mistake. And because somewhere inside of her an embracing of her spankings was occurring. 

It wasn't until Annabel stepped from the audience in a slinky red gown that Alex realized just how aroused she was. The possibility of feeling her daughter's bare hand caressing her backside in reprimand was deliciously forbidding. She squirmed a little, the net affect being that her ass wagged in the air, like some sort of deprived puppy looking for approval. 

Annabel, also found herself quite aroused by the possibility of punishing her mother in such an erotic fashion and before so many people. She began her little performance by grabbing the back of her mother's thong and pulling it tightly between her pussy lips and ass cheeks, emphasizing the details of each feature. The crowd roared in delight as Alex whimpered, her blood engorged pussy lips throbbing over the dividing piece of material. Stepping to the side and maintaining the hold on her mother's bottoms she displayed her ass like it was a lot at an auction house. Catcalls and hoots of derision responded. 

Satisfied with the little display, Annabel raised one hand, a single finger pointing skyward. 

"One," yelled the crowd. Alex's daughter's hand came soaring down, the impact resounding with a loud smack and a slight jiggle from her supple buttocks. 

The hand went up once more, two digits extended. 

"Two!"

Again it came crashing down, pelting Alex on a slicing angle that left her derriere burning. 

"Three!"

Again, Annabel spanked her mother.

"Four!" 

And again.

"Five," cheered the wildly pleased crowd. 

Annabel, quite horny, and satisfied with the punishment took a little curtsy before her audience and planted a kiss on her mother's backside. She could feel her shiver beneath the tender touch. 

Mike stepped forward again, taking his daughter's place at Alex's bent side. He reached out and pulled away the thong, peeling it from its wedge between her pussy lips until it joined her dress at her knees. The assembled mob fell silent as their caterer's exposed sex was revealed. Until now it had seemed playfully enticing, but now it was blatantly erotic. 

Not stopping his show just because the crowd hadn't quite up, Mike licked his finger and pressed and raised it above the heads of his coworkers. They all waited, eager to see what was in store for the humbled beauty. 

Mike's finger found a familiar tunnel in Alex's pussy to push into. He knelt beside her to give him better access to her sex and began to slowly press the lonely digit in and out of her twat. Whimpers of approval and momentary shouts of encouragement began to pop up. Everyone could see the glistening moisture of his finger as the stage lights reflected her arousal. 

"The whore caterer likes being spanked, she's soaked," Mike stated to no one in particular. "You like this don't you, you little slut," he asked of his wife.

"Yes," came the whispered reply. 

"What was that whore? Do you like this?"

"Yes," Alex answered a little louder.

Everyone heard her, and another cheer went up. Mike rewarded his wife's admission with another finger and a slightly faster pace. Her bright red backside ground from side to side as his fingers found purchase inside of her tightly gripping channel. 

Annabel joined her father and mother on the stage, and lay out in front of him. While he was busy fingering her mother, she slipped a hand to his belt and worked on its fastening. The audience was hushed once more when they realized what it was the young beauty was aiming for. Her practiced fingers didn't give them long to figure it out, however, and soon Mike's large penis was exposed to the heat of the glaring stage lights. 

Unable to see what was going on, but able to hear the tell tale rustle of clothing and the distinctive noise of a descending zipper, Alex realized that her husband was putting on a show for his business. The thought of being used as a pornographic object reminded Alex of her delectable experiences months earlier. A much louder groan of gratification spilled from her as the pleasure of being fingered before everyone registered in her mind.

Her daughter lay flat out beneath Mike, allowing the members of the audience to see his cock and what she was about to do to it. Not wanting to be left out herself, she pulled her skirt up, exposing a pink vaginal slit completely clean shaven. The men in the audience Ooooed appreciatively. She too was quite aroused from this new adventure and her fingers found her snatch ready and willing to accept her touch. The moment she caressed her labia for the first time the need to take her father into her mouth became overwhelming. 

Mike's long cock slid into the familiar territory of his child's throat and the momentary humiliation ended as the sex began. People in the audience, incredibly aroused from the unique and explicit display being laid out before them, began to join into the revelry. The horny men and women found themselves behaving as base animals- fucking the only thing occupying their minds. 

One of the senior partner's volunteered a younger employee's wife to join the display on stage. Apparently she too needed some punishment. Her husband wasn't happy that his mate was going to be used by strangers, especially when he saw that the bus boy was the one looking to make the move on her. He had tried approaching the stage to stop the activities but Mike had waved him over to the bent form of Alex. 

Withdrawing his fingers, he encouraged the man to fuck his wife.

The young man looked from the naked and bent form of Alex, hot and wet, towards his wife. She was crushed up against the back wall of the room, her skirt hiked up and David between her thighs. That settled the decision for him. Hastily the employee undid his pans and knelt behind Alex. 

The moment his penis entered her, Alex knew that she was going to be used as a whore and bitch this evening. It was not David's nor Mike's and she was certain that there would be others allowed to use her. But it felt good, and the knowledge that her husband was right by her side, watching this, made it exquisite. 

Annabel's head tilted back on her father's cock as she bobbed up and down on it, allowing her to suck him off and watch the stranger sticking his penis into her mother's pussy. She desperately wanted to feel the same sensation and wanted to replace her fingers with her father's dick. 

It took a momentary adjustment of position, but soon she was on her hands and knees on stage before Mike, her naked ass swaying before his erect cock. Mike grabbed her hips and lined up his penis with her entrance before drilling it home. From his vantage point he could watch his wife being fucked by the young man, see his son fucking the guy's gorgeous wife, and the rest of the crowd descending into a sexual orgy. 

David was loving his parent's new career choice as he hurriedly slammed his cock in and out of the young blonde's pussy. At first she had seemed somewhat reluctant when he had selected her from the audience to be part of the show, but when his hands had made there way inside of her panties, he found her more than ready. She was now a frantic sex kitten and her fingers were digging into his neck as she bounced on his length. He could tell that he was bigger than her husband by the way she kept groaning how much he filled her cunt. Her ass felt right at home in his hands as he cradled her body and strained against the press of her pussy. He was throbbing deep inside her, his penis arching upwards and stroking against her g-spot as she writhed on it. 

Meanwhile, Annabel was having a delightful time being fucked doggy style by her father. She was still fairly convinced that he and David had the best cocks anywhere in the world based on size, taste, and shape, but that notion was about to be challenged. Her pussy filled with Mike's dick, her mouth was open and men seemed more than willing to seize the opportunity. The first to do so was a large black man who was the private security guard for the CEO. His massive frame had filled her vision as he had appeared from the audience and moved towards the stage. Annabel was more than slightly afraid of what he hid between his legs. 

From the audience came shouts of "Suck that black cock", and "fuck her good". 

When he unzipped, Annabel realized that she was woefully unprepared for something of this size. But the horniness she felt from her father's steady hammering in her twat, told her she at least had to try. The black guy grinned a burning white smile as he handled his penis and bent it down towards her waiting mouth. Annabel looked up into his eyes as her mouth opened a little to accommodate its first taste. He was patient and watched her as she tongued his eleven inch monster. 

Annabel traced the tip of the ebony member with her tongue, imagining the size of something like that burying into her mouth and into her pussy. She could hardly believe that she could accommodate it anywhere. Its thick veined shaft looked imposing enough, but the massive cock head seemed like a death wish. But still she could not fight the urge to try and suck it down. Her jaw stretched wide open, Annabel slipped the cock head into her mouth and forced herself farther down the shaft. Within three inches of penetration the cock had to stop as she gagged for air.

It was a huge penis and although she was a fantastic cock sucker, there was little Annabel could do to utilized her talented tongue. It was firmly stuck against the bottom of her mouth. But the security guard knew the ins and outs of his massive penis and understood that at his size, all he could really do was fuck her mouth. 

And that is what he did. His powerful muscular frame began to slowly saw the penis back and forth in her mouth in time with her father's fucking behind her. Soon the two men had Annabel impaled at both ends and momentary movement away from one pole would result in taking more of the other one. The net effect was that Annabel quickly became a slathering fuck toy, both ends leaking prodigious amounts of fluid onto the respective members. 

David and the woman he was with had just completed their fucking and were separating when one of the women in the audience had joined them. She took it upon herself to clean them both of the juices which their lovemaking had produced. David wasn't sure but he was pretty certain that the woman was actually on the board of directors. But her tongue behaved as if she were a common whore and seemed quite adept at searching out hidden pockets of come in the younger woman's pussy. His cock hardened again as her tongue lashing would alternate from him to his partner. Her cries of pleasure filled the room along with the various slaps, slurps, and gags that were produced by the other couplings. This would be a delightful evening. 




For Her Family Ch. 08



Mike was nearing his own orgasm, his cock slapping into his daughter's pussy with the counter force of the man penetrating her mouth driving her backward on it. He didn't want to ruin the experience for the other guests so when he felt his balls tighten he pulled himself free and aloud the eruption of his semen to spray across her back. Annabel felt the shower as well and one of her hands reached back to smeared the hot liquid across her skin. The display was over the top in its eroticism and Mike desperately wanted to fuck her once more for it. But there were others who wanted to have a shot at the lithe young thing. In fact a line of sorts had formed behind him. 

Many of the men were seizing on the opportunity to fuck women other than their wives. There was a heady exchange of the female sex as the beautiful wives and women of the banking firm succumbed to a barrage of penises and propositions. The ratio of men to women in the room was roughly two to one, so many were experiencing dual penetration for the first time. And everyone seemed to be enjoying it immensely. 

The bodyguard filling Annabel's mouth was nearing completion, gradually becoming more and more surprised by the wantonness of the little white slut who was sucking his chocolate monster deep into her throat. He had yet to find any woman who could take his cock as deep as she was without having to surrender in exhaustion or oxygen deprivation. But Annabel was avidly enjoying the experience and was focusing her mind on the massive member while allowing her pussy to be taken by numerous strangers. She was wild and wanton, her body writhing and rocking on the poles and shafts that found their way into her. When the black snake filling her throat finally came, she tried to swallow as much of his jizz as possible but was incapable of fitting that and his cock in her mouth. Just too much fluid.

A frothy mixture of her saliva and his semen spilled down the corners of her mouth as it was stretched in a wide O. Annabel looked up at him and saw that he was grinning appreciatively as he watched her take as much of his offerings as possible. When his cock finally popped free of her mouth, she had to twist her jaw to loosen it up from its widely stretched position. Her moment of relaxation was short lived as a heavy set bald man replaced the security guard with a much smaller but still tasty treat. With a shrug of her shoulder, Annabel took him in her mouth.

Alex had been somewhat ignored following her first partner. Perhaps because she was the initiator of the show she was deemed to have already had her fill. So she sat nestled up against the wall of the stage watching as her family cavorted and circulated with different partners, positions, and experiments. It left her feeling pleased and happy to find them enjoying themselves so much. Before she would have worried about the moral implications of such behavior, but now she found it to be the most satisfying and freeing thing in the world. Mike saw her looking at him as he shagged his secretary and gave her a brief wave before returning his attention to the bouncing pair of tits before him. 

Rising from her seated position, Alex searched out a partner of her own and rejoined the action. She chose Mike's boss, an attractive older man who was quite fit and well hung. He had just regained erection after his third partner of the evening and when he spotted the naked caterer approaching him, he quickly moved to take her. But Alex wanted her husband to see her being taken like the slut she was.

"Fuck me in the ass." It was a simple straight forward request and the man was more than willing to accept her request. Alex massaged one of her fingers into her pussy for a moment gathering some of the earlier planted semen and used it as a lubricant for her asshole. Satisfied that it was at least somewhat slippery she directed him to the floor. Cautiously she straddled his hips and lowered her buttocks down onto his cock. It easily split the soft globes of flesh and with a little help from his hand found its way to the puckered entrance to her tightest of holes. Alex looked over to Mike, who was having trouble focusing on his own partner as he watched his wife take another man's cock into her ass. With a grin she released her support of her weight and slid down to the hilt of the man's member.

Her head lulled backwards as she tried to accommodate the momentary discomfort of such a swift penetration. Once it had passed her well toned thighs went to work, fucking her on the dick like there was no more tomorrow. Mike's boss was obviously very appreciative of the pleasure that her backdoor offered and grunted and groaned his approval of her performance hardily. It would not be long before his come filled her bottom to the brim and Alex was left with another streak of leaking fluid when finished. 

The revelry would continue for hours, until everyone was thoroughly exhausted, smashed, or filled. Alex and her family would clean up the reserved dining hall in the nude, chatting about their experiences, plans, and partners. Such was the change in their lives that it seemed like a logical new frontier to have crested. Everyone was certain that it would have to be revisited.