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Family Man

By: debunker



"The way I see it, it's a win, win, win, situation." She said smiling down at me. "We've gotten ourselves into a bit of a pickle here, everyone's done some things they shouldn't have, but I think this is the only way out."

My head was groggy. I seemed to be lying flat on the floor but I couldn't remember how I'd gotten there. My fingers and toes tingled. My head was swimming. I tried briefly, but I couldn't move.

Julie must have seen the panic set in on my face because she leaned in close and held my face with her hands. "Hushhh, it's ok. Everything will be ok. It's time for me to explain."

At 18 years old Julie was a vision. She had long, straight, strawberry blonde hair which was held up now in a pony tail that cascaded down to frame her beautiful face as she looked down at me. Her eyes were bright, bright blue and she had just a few light freckles on her porcelain skin. When she smiled her bright white teeth lit up almost as much as her blue eyes. But right now she wasn't smiling, her little brow was crinkled slightly and she was biting the corner of her soft, pink lower lip.

Holding my head in her soft hands Julie, who had been kneeling by my side, slid her leg over my waist and mounted me, never once breaking eye-contact with me. Her brow looked so worried. So I was worried. This is a girl whom I had learned to trust. As I thought my stomach turned... A girl whose trust I had betrayed...

Julie had come to me in her senior year of high school looking for something extra to put on her collage applications. She was smart and willing to work so I offered her a position as a lab assistant. Really ordinary stuff, organizing paperwork, answering phones, getting coffee. She was great to have around, but in an laboratory environment where I was running complicated experiments, with hundreds of thousands of dollars of funding on the line, how helpful could a teenage girl be? 

I could feel the weight of Julie's little body pressing down on me. Her hips weighing down on my hips as she knelt over me and cradled my head in her hands. Well that's good, I thought, at least Im not paralyzed, at least I can feel below my waist. Julie's lab coat was hanging open and she was wearing a very casual, soft and worn-looking yellow tee shirt underneath it. The shirt had a little cartoon person printed on the chest and underneath in block letters was written Little Miss Helpful. The letters clung to Julie's tight stomach and stretched significantly across her very ample breasts. It had the look of being a childhood shirt she'd clung onto for sentimental reasons, and now, the way it clung onto her, it looked anything but childish.

The guilt turned my stomach once again. When Julie had come to me in the beginning of her senior year so many things had been different. The was before the funding had been cut. Back then I had actual lab assistants to run tests and the computer equipment to run complicated models. Once the funding dried up became just me and Julie, 10 hours every day, for months. Little Miss Helpful had been different back then too. And not just in the obvious physical ways. It's true that my experiment had had some quite obvious physical effects of Julie. The medicine had changed her appearance quite dramatically, something I'm sure everyone else, and Julie herself, chalked up to some sort of second growth spurt. Her skin, which had never been bad in the first place, became positively flawless, her cheeks always carrying a bit of a glow and her pink lips became just a little bit plumper. It gave her the impression of always just having run up a flight of stairs, or laughed incredibly hard at a good joke, or, frankly, been very well fucked. Her hair became thicker and more lustrous and her fingernails and toe nails, which she constantly showed off in flip-flops even in the lab to my dismay, grew a little faster and had more natural shine. All of these were subtle details of course, details only to be noticed by someone taking a very close, clinical look at Julie day after day after day to record any perceivable changes. To anyone observing the girl more casually, they simply would have noticed her breasts. In the three months since I first began giving Julie the fertility treatments her breasts had increased from a c cup to a heavy double d. Not an impossible amount of growth for a girl her age, not even in that amount of time. But certainly a remarkable change. Her shirts now, all stretched and puckered across her soft chest. Even her lab coat pulled tight when she buttoned it.

It was summer now. Julie had already applied to and been accepted to her top school. She'd be attending Stanford as a freshman this fall. That's what killed me: her loyalty. My staff left months ago, as soon as I told them I could no longer pay them due to budget cuts. But Julie stayed. Even after she got in to her first choice college, she stayed. She came to the lab every day to assist me. She took copious notes. She really believed in me, in a way that, after so many others had given up on me, allowed me to continue believing in myself. She helped me keep my eye on the prize: a new fertility drug, on that could help a woman create new ova. The holy grail of hormone therapy. And over all those hours looking at test results and chemical structures I started to trust her. I shared my secrets with her. Julie knows why I'm so driven to get this right. She knows it's my one shot at conceiving a child with my wife. And still, every day for the last three months, I've betrayed her. I've dosed her with the medicine we've both agreed just isn't ready for human trials. But the last of the money will be gone at the end of the summer. And when Julie goes off to Stanford, if I don't have this drug ready, I'll have nothing. No more lab assistant. No more lab. No job, and nothing to show for my work. No family to raise with my wife. No future. Nothing.

And so I'd done what I had done. 

"You poor thing" Julie whispered "You look so pained"

How could I begin to tell her what I'd done to her. 

"Can you move yet?" she asked? "Oh, of course, you can't answer. I'll take that as a no. But you can still feel right? You can feel this?" she said as she leaned down and took my earlobe into her lips, rolling it between her tongue and her teeth gently. "My, my, you certainly can can't you."

What the hell was she doing?

"Well if you can feel that, then you must be able to feel this too" she said as she slowly began rolling her hips in circles on top of me.

"I don't want you to worry, I want you to relax. You'll be able to move again soon. In a little bit. But right now I just need to get some things off my chest." She leaned back, pressing even more weight into my now throbbing groin, pulled off her lab coat and threw it across the room. I could see now that, much to my surprise, she was wearing the yellow tee shirt and some small boy-cut underwear. No pants, not skirt, nothing else. She was grinding her hips into me with nothing on but a tiny peach colored pair of panties.

She put her hands on either side of my head again and leaned in close so we were nose to nose, nearly kissing. "I know what you did professor. " she said gently as she ran her fingers slowly through my hair. "And I want you to know that I'm not mad. But you've changed things, and now I need to make some changes too." She held my head by the nape of my neck forcing me to look up into her bright blue eyes as she slowly dragged her hand down my chest, sliding it next into my lap where she wrapped her little fingers around my now completely erect penis. She smiled and gently pumped my cock as she talked. "You see, all the physical changes you see in me, my hair, my skin, and yes, these new curves, you've only seen them from an observers point of view. You don't know the changes that I've been undergoing. How it's felt. The hormones have made my body positively lust for breeding. I've been in a state of almost unimaginable discomfort trying to fight my constant sexual appetite. I've been unimaginably wound up for a month, a state of being that, I think you have some compassion for at this very moment." She squeezed her little fingers a little tighter around my cock.

Well, this morning I couldn't take it anymore and I decided to do something about it. So this morning for once, I drugged you. I slipped a little something into your morning coffee. A mild paralytic. Something to keep you from moving while I take matters into my own hands." She had begun rubbing the tip of my cock against her panties and a flush had spread across her face. That little crinkle in her brow was back again but for a different reason now as her breath became heavier. She stopped for a moment to look at me as she pushed her peach color panties to the side and began rubbing my cock against her bare little pussy. She tightened her grip on the hair behind my head and came eye to eye with me again. "I want you to look me in the eye now Professor. You got what you needed from me. I was your test subject when you needed one for your fertility drugs. And now I'm going to get what I need from you." With that she sunk down on top of me, engulfing my cock with her tight little pussy, filling herself completely. Both of our eyes opened wide with pleasure and her lips fell open for a brief second before she licked the lightly and started to rock back and forth on my cock.

As she rode me her big, soft breasts bounced slowly up and down just under my chin. But for now I just studied her beautiful face. The beautiful face of the girl I'd spent so many hours with. With whom I'd shared all my secrets with. The girl I'd betrayed and the girl with whom I was now, involuntarily, cheating on my wife with. I could feel my balls heating up, beginning to boil as she rocked back and forth on me. Julie was getting lost in her own pleasure now, beginning to approach orgasm she put her hand on my chest to brace herself as she rocked harder.

"Don't worry professor, nothing's going to happen." She said between heavy breaths. "My body's been changing. My whole body is dying to breed but we were right the medicine had some strange side effects." Her legs clamped together hard and she shook violently as crippling orgasm over took her. She rode it out and then collapsed down onto me. Her huge, soft chest against mine. Her lips right next to me ear. She slowly continued to rock on my cock. My cock which must have been drooling precum into her tight little pussy. 

"Oh god professor, that's so good. I needed that. I need more of that but there's no need for you to worry. While my body is as fertile as ever, your body simply wont impregnate me. It's the mild paralytic I slipped into your coffee this morning. A little of my own breast milk. One of the side effects of the drug. For an infertile women this dose of therapy might have been just right. But my body is in its prime, already full of hormones to start with. And with the extra help, I've been producing milk for a week now, it's one of the ways my body is getting ready for babies. But the milk is so hormone laden it's got a soporific, slightly paralytic effect. I can ride you for hours and it won't let you cum. Not... quite. Which is good for me, because I've got a lot of tension I have to get out of my system. I hope you don't mind."

Now I was the one with the furrowed brow. As Julie had been whispering in my ear she'd also been circling her hips around slowly with my cock inside of her. Ever so often squeezing my cock with her pussy, every time she said fertile for example - whether that was conscious or not, I couldn't know but she was right, I just couldn't seem to cum. She had me. She had slowly rocked me into oblivion and I was hanging at attention inside her, hanging on the edge of an ecstasy that she wouldn't let me fall into.

She must have again seen the furrow in my brow because again she picked up my face between my hands and spoke to me in hushed tones. "Oooh, it's ok. Don't you worry. It's a win, win, win. Just like I said. I'm just gonna sit right here and ride you for hours, cradling you so carefully and taking care of all the cumming I need to do. And you can just lie there and look up at me safe in the knowledge that you'll be able to save all that good cum for your wife. None of it's going to make its way into my fertile little womb. See. Win, win, win."

She started rocking again on top of me, this time bringing her chest up to my face. She stripped off her shirt in front of my eyes revealing her huge, soft melons defying gravity, held up by a peach colored bra to match her panties. She leaned in and the soft skin of her breasts rubbed against my checks and lips. Stuffing her tits into my face and cradling my head into her breasts she began to bounce on me more vigerously. I could hear her labored breathing as she rode me to what must have been her fourth orgasm. I was hanging on the edge inside her and I wanted nothing more than to cum. Knowing it was impossible I let my fantasies run absolutely wild. I imagined myself shooting load after load of my thick sperm into her little body as she screamed in orgasm. I imagined looking into her cristal blue eyes as we both knew that her little body, fertile and dying to be bred, would immediately start to make my babies. But no, I was helplessly held inside of her. Inside her pussy and inside her huge soft breasts. Drooling wildly at both ends. Helpless, edging, unable to cum. So desperately did I want to grab her tight little ass and pull her down on me so I could get just one inch closer to her fertile womb. 

My hand jumped off the floor and clapped onto her ass. Both of our eyes shot open. She was in the middle of being racked with pleasure. But my balls we boiling over and it seemed like I was regaining my movement. I was close, so close to pulling myself as deep as I'd need to be to let my seed shoot off inside of her. So close.

"Uh oh. Looks like the effects are wearing off. Here baby. Take this." She pulled her bra off in one smooth movement and her breasts bobbed in front of my face. I was so close, so close to cumming deeply and satisfyingly into her tight teen pussy. "Shhhh, careful baby. If you cum inside me you're going to have to explain to your wife why you're teenage lab assistant is pregnant with your child... instead of saving all that good cum to help her make the baby you two have always wanted. Here, you don't know what you're really thinking now, you don't know what you really want. Let me do the thinking for you baby. Here's what you want." With that she leaned forward and swung her huge soft tits into my face. God I was so close to release. Her pussy was squeezing me relentlessly, her body desperately needed my seed. She knew she wanted it. Her body was trying to milk it out of me. But my lips automatically wrapped about her perfect nipple and I instinctively began to suck. As I did her sweet milk dripped into my mouth. "Shhh, there you go my little baby. You've made the hard choice. What a strong man you are. What a good family man you'll be. Saving all that good cum up inside you for your wife... Now just relax. Let my breasts cover your face. Let my pussy cover your mind and let my milk fill you. Suck your own helplessness from my big tits while you edge precum into me forever. This is going to last a long time. No more thoughts. It's time for me to get what I deserve."

Family Man (Complete)



Jennifer lay next to her fiancé Chris, both basking in a post-orgasmic glow.

"I can't wait to do this as man and wife, as Mrs Burton..." she sighed contentedly.

Chris turned to her, nervously,

"Talking of the wedding, are you sure you don't want your dad there?" He knew that Jennifer had been estranged from her father, Bill, since the age of 12 and that their relationship was complicated.

Jennifer turned to look at Chris. She knew that Chris, as an orphan who had been raised in care till he was 14, considered family very important. It meant a lot to him and he had been so supportive when her mum had passed away a year ago. He'd given her space to grieve at that difficult time but had always been there when she'd needed him. 

"Chris, I...don't you think that it would be a bit like betraying mum? Like...she's not here anymore, so I'm going to just forget what he did to her?"

"Jenny, I knew your mother. She knew you loved her and that she couldn't have asked for a more devoted daughter...listen, the day I marry you is going to be the happiest day of my life...I want it to be yours too. I don't want you looking back later and being upset that you had no family there, no one to give you away...."

"My uncle Mike...."

"It wouldn't be the same, baby. Your mum would rather you be happy than missing out due to events that took place thirteen years ago."

"I suppose I could call him, at least and arrange to see him...it's not like he lives a million miles away..." Jennifer said, acquiescing.

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Jennifer walked the aisle, her father on her arm. It had been 10 months since she had called him and begun the tentative steps at building a relationship. Looking ahead of her and seeing her intended waiting for her, she knew that he had been right. Today felt like she had finally put the past behind her and had the rest of her life to look forward too.

The ceremony went off without a hitch, everyone commenting on how perfect the couple looked together. Chris was every inch the perfect groom, tall, handsome, clean-shaven and lightly muscled. Jennifer ran her fingers through his light brown hair and into his warm eyes and smiled. He in turn, beamed at his beautiful bride, admiring her petite figure and soft breasts, wonderfully displayed in her white gown. He leant down and kissed her jewel littered blonde locks. She flashed her delicate blue eyes up at him,

"You may kiss the bride." Encouraged the priest, though neither of the young people before him needed any kind of encouragement.

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Bill Donaldson walked up to his son in the lush gardens of the hotel, an appraising look in his eye.

"So we finally get a chance to talk..." He said.

Chris turned to the older man. He saw a dignified, handsome man. For a man in his fifties, greying at the temples and in his trimmed beard, Bill didn't look any older than 40. From Bill's firm handshake and strong body Chris figured he worked hard to look good.

"Mr Donaldson...hi". Chris said.

Mr Donaldson put a friendly hand to Chris' shoulder and said,

"Son, I think you call me Bill or, even Dad, now, don't you?", laughing lightly, "Jennifer tells me that you played a big part in reuniting me with my daughter. I've got a lot to be grateful to you for."

Chris blushed modestly, quietly touched.

"Jennifer also tells me that you work in advertising. My company is in that field too, you know? I keep abreast of most developments in town. You handled the Women's Shelter campaign?"

"Yes...Bill...I asked for the job...family support issues are close my heart, I guess."

"Well, I have to say I was impressed with that campaign. It confirmed my decision to offer you a job. How does junior partner sound? Make it a bit of a family firm?"

"Bill, I...don't know what to say," stammered Chris.

"Well, it's a small step in the right direction to make up for all the missed years with Jennifer ... plus I get the satisfaction of knowing the extra money will be enough to set you and Jennifer up and start thinking of my grandchildren a little quicker..."

Chris laughed, a little disbelieving.

"Thank you so much, Bill, you don't know what this means" He said, gushing slightly.

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Chris entered the hotel, with a joyful bounce in his step. He wanted to tell Jennifer the good news straight away. She was upstairs, somewhere, Room 48 apparently, changing for the reception.

He climbed the steps two at a time and soon reached the right corridor. He reached room 48 and opened the door.

He stopped and admired as the semi-naked blonde bent over and began to roll a stocking over her toes and up her shapely leg, seeming to enjoy the feeling of the fabric slide beneath her fingers.

Chris felt his cock twinge at the sight. It got to half hardness as the woman turned to the window and stretched, one arm in the air. Chris was treated to the sight of half of her breast bathed in the golden sunlight. It allowed him to glance down her tanned back, down to a curvy ass barely hidden by lacy red panties.

Something was wrong though...could he be looking at Jennifer differently now that she was his wife, he thought?

"Jennifer?"

"What...Chris?!...Jennifer's next door. We switched rooms." Said Rachel, a bridesmaid, as she turned and gave him a full view of her breasts.

"Oh...right...ok...bye." Stammered Chris, retreating from the room. As he pulled the door closed he shook his head to clear his embarrassment. 

As he entered the right room this time, his joyful smile was back. Nothing could spoil how happy he was today. 

Tanned and blissful from a perfect honeymoon, Chris entered the airy, well-lit reception area and saw Bill walking over.

"Son, welcome to Bill Donaldson's Sure Media. I'm sure you're going to be as happy here at BDSM as we are going to be having you."

Chris thought he saw a strange expression cross Bill's eyes but put it down to his own nerves.

"Let me show you around and get you settled in." Offered his father, guiding him to an elevator.

As they stepped off, onto the top floor, they began walking towards a marble desk. Sat behind this imposing edifice was a most unusual girl Chris had ever seen. She had the most alabaster skin radiating from beneath the craziest purple dreads he had ever seen. He couldn't help but notice the small bullring that adorned her nose, the sharp spike through her lip and the mass of earrings buried beneath her hair. From her ears he saw a strange tattoo filigreed down her neck, running below her crisp white collar and over her heaving cleavage framed by her blouse. The whole image was offset by the sharpest of business suits Chris could imagine.

Bill didn't appear to notice Chris' focus of attention as he began to think some more about that tattoo. When the woman looked up from her computer screen and stood up, Chris shook himself from his reverie. 

"This is Monica. I couldn't run this place without her. My secretary is away on a special assignment so we'll be sharing Monica."

Chris again had felt a moment of unease, quickly dismissed, as Monica had looked him up and down and subtly nodded approval towards Bill. At his last comment Monica's purple lips had broken into a quick smirk that had instantly disappeared.

"Pleased to meet you, Mr Burton. Feel free to ask me if you need anything. Sorry I can't stop and talk, just got to run these figures to accounting." She breathed, huskily.

Bill and Chris turned and watched her walk down the plant-lined hallway.

"Would you look at the way her ass sways in that skirt? And that tattoo, I saw you notice...?" Chris blushed. " I have it on good authority that it goes all the way down..." Bill whispered conspiratorially.

"Bill...I'm married to your daughter...I don't think about other women!" Chris said honestly. He had said it with a slight laugh but he was shocked at Bill's attitude.

"What...oh, quite right, quite right", said Bill, looking chastened, "still can't blame any man for looking huh...especially at my age."

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As Chris was shown around and acquainted with procedures a lady entered the office and approached them.

She was dressed in tight pants, a baggy top that left her shoulders bare and stilettos, all white. Her gold earrings and bracelets jangled as she walked. She was thirty years old, platinum blonde and walked like she knew she was hot!!

"Hello you must be Chris. I'm Ariadne, Bill's wife. He's told me a lot about you." She said, introducing herself to her son.

"Pleased to me you. Sorry I didn't get to meet you at the wedding..." said Chris, amazed that Bill could be married to a lady only five years older than he and Jennifer, and one that dressed like a tramp...he could see her nipples standing proudly through her white top!

"Well, Bill could have taken me, but I didn't think Jennifer would want me there and you know..." trailing off. "Well, it was nice to meet you but this is a flying visit, just to take a look at you really...Hi Bill," giving a quick kiss to her husband, who had joined them, "Bye Bill, Chris "

As she sauntered off Bill raised an eyebrow, exclaiming

"Did you notice how she was dressed? Swedish stock, yeah? Raised in a commune, you know? She threw off all the dress sense as soon as she was old enough, but I'm glad she kept some of that hippy attitude..." said Bill thoughtfully.

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After his rather daunting first day Chris had settled in fine. He had never felt so at home. He'd eat his lunch with Bill, talking about Jenny and her plans for their new home or chat with the other guys at the gym several floors below. Bill was very pleased with his progress.

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"Chris, I want you to look after a very special client today" Bill said to him at their morning meeting one day. "She's a friend that Ari and I know socially. Her portfolio could be very lucrative for us."

"Bill, I've only been here a few weeks...."replied Chris.

"Listen, son. I've seen your work and its good. I have every faith that you'll do everything you can to make her happy, won't you?" asked his father.

"Thank you Bill, I won't let you down. You can count on me." Chris said, proudly. He wanted to please Bill, who had given him so much.

"Good boy, son. She wants to meet you tonight at the Spanish restaurant on the corner at 7pm. That okay?" Bill asked him.

"Shouldn't be a problem. I'll call Jenny and let her know I'll be late."

"Tell you what, boy," said Bill, putting a manly arm around Chris' shoulders, "Take the day off tomorrow and be with Jennifer, help her with the decorating or something."

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That night, after reviewing the client's account, Chris felt that he some good ideas to show the client, Mrs Reva. He joined her at her table after dispensing with the obligatory greetings.

He'd heard of her, of course. She'd taken over her husband's firm after he had passed away and now it was producing record profits. He'd been afraid that she'd be a dragon, instead her found her to be a stately woman, in good shape for her age of 55. She gave off a delicate floral fragrance when she moved and had a warm and friendly manner. 

She listened attentively to Chris' ideas and added a few of her own. She kept topping up Chris' glass of wine and really put him at ease. He was so much at ease that he let himself be taken by the hand and led onto the dark, secluded dance floor.

The mix of the red wine and the sexy Spanish beat clouded Chris' head and he couldn't stop himself from getting into the music. Here in the half-light Mrs Reva tugged at her hair and it came tumbling down to her shoulders.

"Really, I guess I'm too old for this kind of thing...." Said Mrs Reva. She had pushed herself body close to Chris' swaying body so that she could make herself heard.

"You're hardly old, Mrs Reva" protested Chris, catching a waft of her aroma.

Mrs Reva smiled. She put her hands on his waist and told him to the same. Chris hesitated, but all other couples on the floor were doing the same thing.

Soon the pair of them bending and twisting to the music. Her hands were stroking his back and had one leg between Chris'. As she moved up and down his body her graceful thigh and narrow hip would rub at Chris' crotch.

Lulled by the rhythms and smells Chris shut his eyes. Mrs Reva turned around and was deliberately rubbing her full ass against the huge tent being made in Chris' pants. She reached around, took his left hand and brought it up to a heavy breast.

Chris was moving his body to the tune, thrusting his clothed nine inches against this mature ass and loving the sensation.

Suddenly the lights came on and the music faded. Chris' consciousness returned as he blinked at the light.

As they left the restaurant Chris thought he had better apologise to Mrs Reva, and find a way to put the faux pas behind him.

"Mrs Reva, I'm so sorry about what happened in there.... a bit too much to drink and the lighting..." he slurred slightly.

Mrs Reva turned to him. Her countenance was cold now and there was a steely glint in her eyes. When she spoke it was hard and neutral,

"Listen up boy. Bill said that you were the man to handle this matter. If that's true I expect to get a lot closer than we did tonight, if you know what I mean? I'll arrange an appointment next week. Good night." she hissed vehemently at Chris as she got into her limo and shut the door.

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When Chris got home, sobering up but as horny and as guilty as hell, found that Jennifer had fallen asleep. He sat in his chair and thought about how much Mrs Reva had scared him and the telephone went.

"Chris, hi, it's Bill. How did tonight go? This could mean big things for you, you know?"

"Bill, I don't think I'm right person to handle the Reva project. I...."

"Did something happen?" Bill asked, concerned.

"No..." he lied, "just a clash of personalities I think...." Chris replied.

"Oh son, I can put someone else on the case, I just really thought that you were up to it.... one more step up to senior partner" Bill said disappointedly.

Chris hated the tone that had crept into his father's voice; he really didn't want to let him down and hastily added,

"Wait, she's going to make an appointment next week to see what I come up with...I'm sure that we can professional about it...."

"There you go kiddo. You're the best man for the job, you've just got to know it!"

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The next week Chris stood in the foyer and greeted Mrs Reva. As he walked her into his office he told Monica to that he didn't want to be disturbed. Monica was licking a lollipop and lasciviously replied,

"Sure thing, gorgeous!!"

Chris didn't like the smirk he glimpsed as he shut his door.

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Chris seated Mrs Reva on the sofa in his office. So far the conversation had been polite and Mrs Reva's scary side hidden beneath a professional attitude. Chris thought that maybe last week had been an aberration or one off. 

She leafed through the print outs he had made and made relevant points concerning them. In fact, Chris thought that he had the contract in the bag and was about to wrap up his pitch when Mrs Reva stroked his hair and put a hand on his fly.

"I do so want to tell Bill that you made me happy, that he wasn't wrong about you..." she said suggestively.

"Mrs Reva I am a married man. Bill's my father for Christ sakes!!!" Chris spluttered.

"So? All I ask is that every once in a while I get a little fuck action from you. You get the Reva contract, respect from Bill and extra cash to treat the missus. No one gets hurt. Admit it, you might even like it..."

"You're blackmailing me with the account, sexual harassment or something..."

"Absolutely. What are you going to do about it?

Chris shut his eyes and shook head. When he opened them Mrs Reva was stood before him, naked. He glanced over her body, her dark Hispanic nipples on her voluptuous breasts, her narrow waist and the black curly bush. He saw signs of aging, the slight wrinkles of her skin, but she was still a fine looking woman.

At the look of resignation that entered Chris' eyes, she smiled. There was a hungry predatory look in her own. 

Chris watched as she bent over him and unbuckled his belt. He lifted his body so that she could pull down his pants.

"I like a hard man to please, and you look like you're going to be..." Mrs Reva laughed at her innuendo; Chris' cock was ready for her despite the heartfelt resentment he felt about the situation. How could his body betray him like this?

"I want your cum. Estoy mirando adelante a el."

Chris leaned back onto the sofa and shut his eyes. Mrs Reva straddled her victim and rubbed her cunt over his cock, coating it with her wetness. She reached down and skilfully applied a condom, whispering in his ear,

"I don't know where you've been, after all."

Chris felt indignant at that. He hadn't slept with another woman since he met Jennifer six years ago. At the thought of her he retreated into his own mind. He pictured his wife naked and fantasized about making love to her. The way that she would kiss her way down his body, stopping off to lick his hairy chest and nipples, down to his navel and flicking her tongue in and out. From there she'd tease his cock before finally taking him in her mouth.

Noticing that Chris' mind seemed to be elsewhere infuriated Mrs Reva. She grabbed his tie and pulled his head up.

"Pay attention, you damn boy whore"

Chris groaned, waking from his happy thoughts. Mrs Reva was panting above him as she moved up and down. Her pussy was loose and wet, allowing her to take his entire length easily.

"Estare alli pronto!!!" she screamed. "I'm cumming, aaaaaah aaaaah"

Feeling her cum on his cock made Chris shoot his load into the rubber that sheathed his dick.

Chris lay there deflated, his flaccid cock left exposed as Mrs Reva dressed and left. Finally Chris dragged himself to the shower next to his office and stayed there for a long time. He couldn't make himself feel clean but consoled himself with the thought that he hadn't wanted to do what he had done.

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He walked into his house and Jenny pounced on him.

"Baby, I went to the doctor's today. We are going to have a baby!!!" She shouted for joy.

Chris was flabbergasted. His thoughts of Mrs Reva disappeared as he picked his wife up into his arms and swung her round. All night just the sight of her was enough setting him beaming. 

Over the next week Chris and Jennifer decorated the nursery, thought about baby names and planned their future as a family. He was able to dispel his memories of his infidelity.

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"Jenny, your dad just phoned. He needs me to go over to his house. You know he's away? Well he needs me to do some work on some files, that okay?"

"It's a Saturday..." Jennifer whined but finally relented.

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Chris let himself in to the big, expensive house and went to Bill's home office and retrieved the folders. He was just settling down to work on them when he heard a noise downstairs.

Heading down, he was shocked to find a woman in the skimpiest bikini he had ever seen. It simply covered her nipples, her breasts spilling from its hold. The bottoms clung to her mound, leaving very little to the imagination. It left her round ass almost completely exposed.

When he tore his eyes to her face his jaw dropped,

"Rachel?!!! What on earth?"

"Chris?!! God! Bill's an old family friend. He lets me use his pool when it's hot like today." Rachel explained.

"Does Jenny know?" Chris asked.

"Well you know how things were with her dad, after she told her mother about what she'd seen...I just didn't tell Jenny that I still saw her dad..."

"What Jenny had seen..."? Chris didn't know this.

Rachel, who was Jenny's best friend took him into the lounge and explained everything,




Family Man (Complete)



"So she walked in and found her father pissing on a woman that wasn't her mother..."Chris asked, incredulously after Rachel told him what she knew.

"It ended her parent's marriage. Apparently Bill had been seeing this woman since before his wedding" Rachel continued.

"I can't believe it of Bill!!" said Chris.

"Talking of weddings by the way, we never did talk about what happened at yours...." Said Rachel suggestively.

"Oh, that..." stammered Chris, embarrassed.

"Yeah... Can I tell you something?"

"Sure" Chris replied nervously.

"I think about that day a lot... You, standing there, hard-on in your pants and your wedding ring fresh on your finger. It would have been so easy to have led you in, knowing your wife, my best friend was right next door," She was shifting uncomfortably now and Chris could see a moist stain seeping from her barely covered pussy, "it would have been so wrong, but all I can think about is your lips between my stockinged thighs. The same lips that had just said "I do" and kissed the bride."

"Rachel..." Chris moaned, transfixed as the babe in front of him slipped three fingers into her shaven hole.

"I wanted to be the first to fuck the groom that day, not Jennifer," Rachel seemed to be oblivious to Chris' presence, lost in the fantasy, "It would be been so sinful, Jennifer hearing the screams of bliss coming from my room, not knowing her husband was making me cum, making me cum hard. I'd be pushed against the wall and you'd be unable to resist me, knowing this was the best fuck you were ever going to get. You'd shout my name as you shot your seed into my womb, impregnating a bridesmaid on your wedding day." 

Chris watched, open mouthed at the illicit thoughts being voiced from this surprising harlot. He couldn't stop himself leaning forward as she came twice to her own fingers, her body racked in pleasure.

She finally became aware again and slid over to Chris, giving him at waft of her now musky scent. 

"Did you ever think about me?" she breathed into his ear.

"No..." he replied truthfully. The way his head was pounding, he wasn't capable of lying.

"Are you now?"

"Yes..." he sighed

"You want me now though, don't you" Rachel added

"Yeah...." He answered; it was impossible to say no, even if he had wanted to.

Rachel pushed him till he was laying flat on the leather sofa, then stood up, pleased that he couldn't tear his eyes away from her glowing body. She went to where his head lay and carefully crawled down his gorgeous body. She skilfully unzipped his fly and pulled out his throbbing manhood. She licked his precum from its swollen head, turning to him,

"You taste so good baby...I want you to think about your pregnant wife at home waiting for you, whilst I suck you off..." she said wickedly.

Chris groaned at the mention of Jennifer. Some part of him enjoyed the idea. The rest of his brain was screaming "NO" but was silenced when a drop of Rachel's hot juice dropped from her cunt, which was directly above him. 

He held her waist and raised his head to the forbidden treat glistening in his face. He mashed his face against it passionately, probing it with his tongue. He could have drowned in its wetness he was gulping down so much juice.

The pleasure he was receiving from his cock was overwhelming. Rachel had swallowed his nine inches of hot meat completely. Her hands were cupping and playing with his hairy balls between his thighs. He could hear her moans of bliss every time she came up for air.

He broke away from Rachel's steaming gash as he came straight in to her mouth. He was breathing hard on to her. Gulping down some air he returned to her slit, tonguing her aching clit. She orgasmed, writhing on his face till he nearly suffocated.

She flopped down next to him.

"That was great," she breathed.

Chris leant forward, elbows on his knees and put his head in his hands.

"Yeah...but it was so wrong..." he cried.

Rachel looked at him. He was defeated and dejected and hers to play with. She reached down past his waist and into his hairy crotch. She began to stroke his soft cock which was covered in his cum and her saliva. It began to harden at her skilful ministrations,

"Baby, you've got so much more to give me..."

"No Rachel, enough! I'm happily married and I'm not going to be unfaithful...."

"...anymore than you have been..."Rachel spat out.

"Get out of here"

Rachel knew the game was up and went and got dressed. She called in to the lounge as she was leaving,

"Be seeing you..." and let her voice trail off.

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Chris walked in to the office the next day, with a temper that was unusual for him.

He stalked past Monica and shouted to her that he wanted the Pearson portfolio immediately.

Monica smirked, in a way she knew infuriated him and said,

"Estare alli pronto", meaningfully.

Chris glared at her. She knew what he done with Mrs Reva!! The impudent little bitch! He sat in his office and seethed, his hands clenched to the desk.

"Hey boss", Monica said as she entered. "The Pearson stuff isn't ready, I haven't finished all the reports," she said as if she didn't have a care in the world.

"Fucking hell Monica" hissed Chris.

"Bad language is unlike you, Mr Burton...a straight-fucking-laced good boy" She commented, almost under her breath.

"What was that?!!" said Chris, shooting up from his desk angrily.

Monica laughed in his face.

"But its not true is it, Mr Burton? You're not a good boy at all" she said gleefully.

Chris raised his hand to slap her smug little face. He stopped himself just in time.

"Oh Mr Burton have I been bad? Do you want to punish me?" She prompted.

She bent over the desk and pulled up her short skirt, baring her behind to Mr Burton.

"See, no panties, Mr Burton...spank me, I want you to" she said pleadingly.

Chris stood behind her. He could see her ginger pubes that lined her twat. Ginger!! He thought and sneered.

His first slap was soft; unfamiliar was he was with the action. His second swipe was much harder and he enjoyed seeing Monica bite her lip, trying to contain the pain and the excitement it had caused her.

By his fourth whack he was getting turned on by the red marks that showed on Monica's pert behind and the droplets of juice on her red pussy. With each smack he vented his anger, anger against Mrs Reva, Rachel and Monica. This is what they all deserved, all the bitches.

He broke off, sweating and breathing heavily. He watched Monica come down from an orgasm he hadn't even been aware of. She was whimpering and sighing with bliss.

She turned and sat on his cold desk, wincing as her rear end touched the hard surface.

"Gosh, I sure enjoyed that. You're such a dirty man, Mr Burton.... you're all hard from hitting me...still shouldn't expect too much from an adulterer..."

Chris grabbed her by her purple dreads and yanked back.

"Yes Mr Burton, you'll stick your cock in any available slit. You want it, don't you? You want my young slit?

Chris breathed hard on her face, his face twisted with anger. Turned on by the truth in her words.

He let her go and calmly took off his shirt and dropped his pants. Her eyes lit up as she saw his cock, twitching, dying to get into her. He stood there, like that as she stripped. He saw that the tattoo he'd noticed on his first day did indeed go all the way down, spiralling around one perky pierced nipple and finishing in a flourish above her clit.

He took his manhood in his hand and waved it at her.

"Ready?" he asked maliciously 

"I want your adulterous cum, baby. Fuck me now!" she demanded.

He stopped at the tight ginger hole and slapped it with his prick a couple of times. He had a gleeful look in his brown eyes as he saw her wanting him to enter her.

He guided his cock into her and stopped. Monica was getting impatient at his teasing and began humping against him. He could feel her muscles contracting on his pole and her legs squeezing against his bare ass.

With her tits pushed tight to his strong chest he began to rocket in and out of her. She could feel his ass muscles clenching with each thrust.

Fucking passionately, she continued to whisper in his ear.

"I ...uuuun ...love...your married cock...",

"adulterous bastard...uuuuh, uuuuh",

"...yea...yea....cum in me"

"ooooo.....unfaithful cock...."

Chris was silent, bar his forceful grunts, concentrating on ploughing into her. After she came twice he roared as he came right inside her.

The pair collapsed in to a heap on the plush carpet. After an eternity Chris stood up and looked down at her,

"Did you learn your lesson?"

"Yes thank you Mr Burton" replied Monica to his retreating back as he headed to the shower.

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His own behaviour repulsed him. He'd always treated women with respect and took joy from their bodies and love before. He'd never known that he had such a dark side. He stood in the shower and considered these thoughts. He was so close to achieving everything he'd always wanted, why was he risking it all now, cheating on his wife with three different women?

Every time he saw Monica he'd envision her naked body, her pierced nipple in his mouth or spanking her again and he'd be hard instantly.

In fact Chris was distracted and conflicted all week, torn up with guilt. Bill noticed and called him into his office,

"Everything okay Chris? Any problems here or at home?"

Chris couldn't say anything. He didn't know where to begin. He trusted Bill completely but he could hardly share the stories of his infidelities with his father!

"Tell you what Chris, why don't you come over to my house tomorrow night? I'll get Ari to cook something nice and you can relax, huh?"

Chris agreed, keen to spend some time with Bill, whose calm and patient manner could, maybe, stabilise his own. 

++++++++++++

Chris finished his meal, comfortable being at the Donaldson's table. When Ari also finished the three of them returned to the lounge, Chris blushing when he remembered what had transpired on their sofa. 

They chatted and joked and when Ari put her feet onto Chris' lap he felt at ease enough to begin rubbing them.

Bill invited Chris to check out his pool table and they shared a few beers. Chris was beginning to feel very at home here.

"Chris, there's something I want to share with you...

"Yes, Bill?" answered an intrigued Chris.

"I always wanted a son, you know? I consider you the son I never had."

Chris told him that he had already thought of Bill as the father he had never had.

"I want you to have every thing that I have..." Bill continued, leading Chris by the shoulders back to the living room, "I'm not embarrassed to admit that I love you Chris, I want to share everything with you..." he finished as Ari came into view.

She lay on the rug in front of a blazing fire. The light flickered over her naked Amazonian body and glowed in her eyes.

"......." Mouthed Chris, turning with a questioning look in his own eyes.

"Yes son, even my wife..."said Bill.

Chris was led numbly towards his mother. Bill whispered in his ears the whole time, so close that Chris could feel Bill's beard on his neck and cheek.

Chris was knelt between her legs and told to pull her up to his cock, as she propped herself up by the elbows. Bill instructed Chris what to do, which nipple to suck and bite, how much pain that Ari could take. Chris followed each command from the man knelt behind him blindly. Turned on, certainly, he was struck more by how right it felt that Bill was right behind him. Chris could even feel Bill's monster sized erection touching his naked ass crack.

He turned to Bill; a question in his eye and Bill seemed to understand. Chris lay down and entered Ari as he heard Bill undressing behind him Chris wasn't gay he only wanted Bill. Chris raised his ass a little as Bill lubed up his ass.

"This is where you're meant to be, baby. You only want me don't you? Asked Bill.

Chris had tears in his eyes, from the pain and for everything he was giving up, for the man he was going to become. He could only croak,

" Yes"

"I want all the pleasure you can give me." Answered Chris. The old Chris was gone forever, completely subsumed by darkness. 

Chris winced as the eleven-inch cock forced open his tight asshole and Bill fed it in slowly before he began to thrust. It was painful in Chris' virgin ass but all he could feel was Bill's fatherly arms wrapped around him, stroking his chest and belly. 

Bill directed the pace of the fucking and Ari came first, Bill and Chris cumming together, Chris inside Ari and Bill deep in Chris' rectum.

The three of them feel asleep as the fire burned down to embers and dawn light broke through the curtains.

Epilogue.

Chris and Bill were watching Jennifer, their wife and daughter respectively. Her wet eyes blinked as she followed the action on the screen before her.

The screen was playing a montage of Chris in action. It had been well filmed and skilfully edited. Every cum shot played in glorious slow motion and Chris' face as he came displayed in close up.

When the last segment showed her father's cum dribbling out of her husband's asshole she was broken out of her silence.

"Dad!"

She leapt at her father, and hugged him.

"What?" Chris cried.

Jennifer turned to Chris.

"Baby, I'm so sorry that I had to deceive you."

"I don't understand." Chris said petulantly.

"When I turned 18 I met up with dad and we reconciled...in a sexual way...I was so ashamed that I didn't see him again for years. Then you convinced me to see him before the wedding and Dad helped me to see and accept the fact that I'm a slut."

"The apple never falls far from the tree." Bill interjected proudly.

"I love you Chris, but I knew I couldn't share that side of myself with you. I hated hiding anything from you and then it struck me. I loved my dad, in every way and I knew that there was a hole in your soul, where a father should have been. You could never be truly happy till someone came along who could fill it."

"That's when she approached me and asked if I could help." Bill concluded.

Chris looked at both of them, dumbfounded and then broke into a laugh. He hugged his wife and father and knew he had found where he belonged.

Six Months Later

"Hello Miss Jones. Welcome to Bill Donaldson's Sure Media...."

Bill and Monica caught on the monitor in Bill's office. Stopping sending electric shocks to her nipples Chris asked,

"Was I that naïve and innocent?"

"More so baby.... Miss Jones will be easily turned into slut, as her father is paying us a considerable amount to do..."

"I wonder if I can get into her ass the first time I have a go at her..."

... AAAARGH" she screamed as Chris turned the voltage up a notch.

Outside Rachel (now back from her special assignment) could hear the moaning and laughter emanating from her boss' office. She hurriedly finished her typing and decided that she'd go and join her colleagues at play... 



Family Matters



Donna sat back in the couch sipping another glass of wine. She wasn't much of a drinker but the events of this week were easier ponder with the help of the alcohol.

A few days earlier she had stumbled across a bookmark on her husbands computer that took her to an armature porn website's contributors page and—much to her dismay—there was a set of six pictures of her completely naked.

The pictures were taken by her husband on vacation with their new digital camera and she had assumed that they had been deleted. She had no idea that her husband would dare post them for all the world to see.

Donna was a very attractive "Filippina", born in the Philippines but having grown up in the United States after immigrating with her parents at the age of five. She had married very young, but even at 40 years of age and with two fully grown children she was very desirable. She was short—standing only 5'3" and petite, but she had stayed in fantastic shape. She had medium length brown hair and brown eyes, naturally tan skin and firm 32-A breasts that looked larger on her tiny frame.

Donna was proud of her looks, and perhaps would not have minded the pictures being posted had her husband blurred her face and asked her permission. But there she was, the mother of two, a decent church going women who served on the League of Women Voters and worked with the PTA. She would be mortified if anyone saw these photos.

Donna confronted her husband, only to learn that he could not have them removed. She cut him off sexually as punishment, which perhaps was worse for Donna than for her husband. He had to leave for a few days of training and Donna missed him, even if she would not admit it.

Now here she was alone, wearing nothing but her silk robe and with a bottle of wine to console her. At least she had her 7-inch vibrating friend in the nightstand next to her bed to play with later on.

Donna continued to sip on her wine, drinking beyond her normal amount and eventually passed out on the couch and was sound asleep and did not hear the front door open.

Edward, her 20-year-old son entered with his girl-friend Loreli and his 18-year-old sister Vivian. The trio had gone out to see a movie and had been talking about Donna during the car ride back home.

Edward was a muscular 5' 8" light skinned attractive man who took after his American father with the exception of his brown hair and eyes. His sister, Vivian was a beautiful young woman with long brown hair and brown eyes. She was very petite, like her mother, with small breasts and a perfect ass.

Edward and Vivian had been telling Edward's girl-friend, Loreli all about the pictures that Edward had found bookmarked on the family computer. Loreli was surprised by the news. The beautiful blond would have never believed that Donna would do such a thing and she admitted that she really wanted to see the pictures.

When they found Donna asleep on the couch Edward said, "There's the slut now. Imagine if Dad found out."

Ignoring her further they went to the den where Edward brought up the post with his mother's pictures.

Loreli looked at the beautiful mother of her boyfriend. She had always thought Donna to be attractive but was surprised at how well she looked naked. Loreli was a good looking girl too. She was in great shape with full 34-c breasts that many mistook for a D-cup on her slender frame.

She was even more surprised when she saw that her boyfriend's mom shaved her pussy: It was completely bald except for a thin landing strip above her pussy. Loreli, unlike most of the girls her age, maintained a full—though well trimmed—bush of light brown hair.

"I can't believe she posted those." Vivian said of her mother.

"I'm sure she was looking to get fucked while dad's away." Edward accused.

"Who do you think took the pictures?" Loreli asked.

"Probably someone she cheated with." Edward spat.

Loreli returned to the picture showing Donna spread legged on a couch. "Do you think she's still shaved?"

"How should I know?" Edward answered.

"Well, let's go find out." Loreli said as she turned to leave the room.

The blond girl led her boyfriend and his sister back to the living room where Donna still slept on the couch. Without hesitation she untied the robe and opened it, exposing Donna's naked body to them.

"Damn, she looks better in real life than in the pictures." Loreli said.

Loreli kept no secrets as to her desire for other women. She found women attractive and had experimented with other girls before. She even once put on a show for Edward, telling him that he owed her something in return. Perhaps tonight she would call in that debt.

Loreli liked Donna, but she was still a little upset with her after the way the older woman had berated her after Vivian's 18th birthday two weeks earlier. When Loreli had learned that one of the colleges Vivian had been accepted to was an all-girl school Loreli had bought her a gag gift: A special curved two-ended dildo called a 'feeldo' that could be used by one girl to fuck another and get both off. Loreli said that she might need it to stay happy at an all-girl school.

Donna had thought the gift inappropriate and—even though she had experimented with lesbianism in her younger days—did not want anyone to encourage Vivian to do any such thing.

As the trio stood there staring down at Donna's exposed body Loreli rubbed her hand between her boyfriend's legs.

"Oh my god, you have a hard on." She announced.

Edward backed away from his girlfriend's hand. He had not realized it but it was true, he had become aroused looking at his naked mother. She was very attractive for a woman twice his age, but he had never really thought of her in that way. 

"You should fuck her." Loreli suggested.

"What?" Edward asked in shock.

"Well, she obviously is looking for cock so why don't you give her what she wants. Besides, this will make us even for me getting Cynthia to have sex with me for you. And besides, you obviously are horny for her."

"You wouldn't dare." Vivian said at the notion of her brother having sex with her mom.

"Go for it, she'll never know and it will be your way of getting back at her for what she is doing to your dad." Loreli continued, "And you can fuck her without a condom."

Edward looked down at his mother's nude body. He was horny and she was very desirable. He remembered some of his old high school friends talking about how hot she was. And it was true that he wanted her to be punished for trying to cheat on his dad by advertising on the internet. Why shouldn't he take advantage of this situation, besides, it would really turn his girlfriend on to watch this.

The fact that he could fuck her without a rubber sealed the deal. Edward had fucked several girls and enjoyed a very regular sex life with Loreli, but other than blow jobs, everything else had to be done with a rubber. He always wanted to feel a pussy wrapped around his hard cock without anything to lessen the sensation. Now here was a pussy just waiting to be fucked.

"You're not really going to fuck her are you?" Vivian asked.

"Why not?" Edward replied as he began undoing his pants.

"Oh my god." Vivian remarked as she watched her brother disrobe in front of her. His stiff cock was ready as he got down on his knees and spread his mother's legs apart. He pushed his finger into her twat then bent down to lick her pussy in order to get it wet enough for his cock.

Donna lay there oblivious to what was happening. But as her son's tongue began licking her pussy she began to dream of being pleasured.

"Go ahead and fuck her." Loreli said, wanting to see Edward bury his cock into his mother before he changed his mind.

At Loreli's urging Edward rose up and pushed his hard cock between his mother's pussy lips and gradually began to push inside of her. He could not believe that he was actually going through with this, but the deeper he pressed in the more excited he became.

Donna's pussy felt wonderful around his bare cock. Never before had Edward felt pussy in this way and soon he was slamming his cock into his mother not caring that his sister was watching.

Loreli lifted her skirt and slid her thong down her shapely legs so that she could finger her swollen clit as she watched Edward fuck his mother. "Viv, go grab the camera."

Vivian, looking for any excuse to take her eyes off the scene before her did as instructed and brought the digital camera back to Loreli, who took it and with her free hand began to take pictures of Edward fucking Donna.

Vivian knew that she should be appalled by what was happening, but in truth she too was wet and could feel her pussy burning with desire as she watched the forbidden lustful action that was happening on the couch.

Donna was dreaming of getting fucked. But this felt better than any dream she had experienced before. As her mind began to slowly awaken she could feel her desire growing. She was on the verge of climax. Then her mind told her that this was no dream. She was indeed getting fucked.

She opened her eyes to find Edward's face in front of her. "What the fuck!" She exclaimed as she felt and saw her son fucking her with Vivian stood off to the side and Loreli took pictures of the act, with one hand hurriedly rubbing her clit.

"Edward, stop it!" She demanded.

"Don't you dare stop." Loreli yelled back.

Edward did not need his girlfriend's instructions, for he was too into it now to ever consider stopping. This may be wrong, but it felt too fucking great to quit. And the fact that his mother was now awake made it even more exciting.

"You wanted to get fucked, mom, so now you're getting fucked."

Donna was speechless, never had she believed such a thing as this could happen to her. She had been faithful to her husband for their entire marriage and now here she was getting fucked by her son. And worse, she was so near to orgasm that she could not stop her body from enjoying it.

"Please stop." She mumbled as Edward's cock continued slamming into her, rubbing her clit sensually with every thrust. 

"Oh no." She moaned as she began to climax.

"Oh fuck, she's cumming!" Loreli cried out as she watched Donna begin to thrash about. She had to pull her hand, wet fingers and all, away from her pussy to make sure to get some good pictures of this.

Donna was mortified at the thought that she was climaxing for her son. But she could not stop the orgasm that flooded her body. And still Edward continued to fuck her.

"Oh god, yes!" Edward yelled as he felt his own orgasm beginning.

"Edward, no! For god's sake don't cum in me!" Donna pleaded as she felt her son's thrust pick up pace in what she knew to be the final act before spewing his semen into her. "Stop!" She cried one last time.

Edward couldn't stop if he wanted to. He came in his mother's pussy, unleashing a torrent of cum as he thrust as deep as possible into her cunt.

Edward finished cumming and pulled out of his mother's pussy. He looked down with satisfaction as he watched cum dribbling out of her pussy and running down along her ass.

"What in the fuck do you think you're doing?" Donna demanded as she began to get up.

Loreli wasted no time in handing the camera to Edward and grabbing Donna before she got her balance. The blond girl fell back onto the couch, her legs spread and pulling Donna's face between her legs. "Now get me off!"

Donna did not know what was happening until she felt her face rubbing against Loreli's wet pussy. The younger woman held her hair tightly in her fists as she pulled Donna's face between her legs.

"Yea, mom, lick her pussy!"

Donna was not sure of what else to do. She was humiliated about what had just happened, but now her son wanted to watch her eat his girlfriend's cunt. Feeling that there was little that she could do to resist she stuck out her tongue and complied.

"Oh yes, your mom is licking my pussy." Loreli said as she felt Donna's tongue begin to massage her clit. She needed to cum after watching Edward fucking Donna and what better way than to have her boyfriend's mother get her off with her mouth.

Donna could hear Edward's crude comments but could see nothing more than the full bush of light brown pubic hair that her nose was buried in as she continued licking Loreli. She could only imagine the sight she must be presenting as she pleasured her son's girlfriend.

"Yes, make me cum!" Loreli cried out as Donna's tongue brought her to climax.

Donna could feel the younger woman's juices spilling out onto her chin as she spasmed with delight. Loreli's legs squeezed against Donna's sides as she moaned in ecstasy while forcing this older woman to get her off. 

Donna's hair was finally released and she squatted back onto the floor, wiping Loreli's juice from her face.

"Your turn, Viv." Edward said to his sister.

"I can't." Vivian replied.

"Come on, I know you have to be horny too." Loreli added.

Vivian was indeed turned on and it did not take much prompting before she too was sliding her panties off and depositing her petite frame onto the couch before her mother.

"No, don't make me do this." Donna said as she looked at her daughter's spread pussy in front of her.

"Get her off too." Loreli ordered, pushing Donna's head forward between Vivian's legs.

Donna closed her eyes and began licking her daughter's pussy. She could hear Loreli taking the camera from Edward so that she could get pictures of this latest round of humiliation.

"She licks pussy good, doesn't she?" Lorelie commented.

"Yes." Vivian said between moans as her mother's tongue lapped at her wet box. Vivian had boyfriends go down on her before, but she had never experienced oral sex with another woman. She did not know if she was just so turned on or if her mother was just that good, but no matter what the reason, this felt absolutely wonderful.

"Finger her!" Edward demanded.

Donna raised her right hand and slid one finger into Vivian's pussy. Her daughter began thrusting her hips up and down as Donna fucked her with her finger while licking her clit.

"Fuck this feels so goooood." Vivian moaned just as she began climaxing on her mother's face.

Once her daughter's hips stopped bouncing around Donna withdrew her finger from Vivian's tight box and pulled back away. She looked at the three of them. Vivian lay panting on the couch, Donna stood there holding the camera with a wicked smile on her face, and Edward stroked his hard cock.

"Look at what you did, mom." Edward said as he held his cock before her. "You made me all stiff again. I think you need to kiss it and make it better."

"Suck his cock!" Loreli agreed.

Edward sat on the chair and ordered his mother to crawl over between his legs. Donna, her will long gone, did as instructed and knelt obediently before her son. She opened her mouth and took his cock between her lips.

Donna loved giving blow jobs. She would suck her husband off anytime she had the chance. It was probably her favorite thing to do. But this was different; this was her son's cock that she was sucking.

Edward rose up as his mother began working his rod with her mouth. He knew at once that she was well experienced in this. He had enjoyed several blow jobs, but this was becoming the best ever.

Loreli approached Vivian, "Do you still have that feeldo I gave you?"

"Yes." Vivian replied, unable to pull her eyes away from watching her mother's face bobbing up and down on her brother's cock.

"Go get it."

Vivian raced to her bedroom and returned with the curved rubber dildlo. Loreli snatched it out of Vivian's hands and applied the lubricant then slid it into her pussy. Vivian looked at the blond girl standing in front of her with what amounted to a large black rubber cock sticking out from her body.

Lorelie could not believe how well the other end stayed stuffed inside of her as she knelt behind Donna, placing the toy cock up to her pussy.

Donna gasped as she felt the invading instrument entering her, but Edward just grabbed her hair and pulled her face back down until his cock hit the back of her throat.

Loreli began fucking Donna from behind. As she fucked the woman the feeldo rubbed her clit and the bulb inside rubbed her g-spot and the girl knew that this would make her cum too. With that in mind she began slamming the dildo into Donna.

Donna bounced back and forth as she was fucked from behind by her son's girlfriend but never once stopped working her son's cock with her mouth.

Edward could feel his balls tightening as his mother's mouth worked to milk him of another load of cum. Watching Loreli fucking her only quickened his desire for release and sooner than expected he was bucking his hips and filling Donna's mouth with cum.

Donna felt her son climaxing in her mouth and began swallowing every drop of his cum, continuing to work his cock. If she had to suck him off then he was going to get the best fucking blowjob he had ever experienced. Even when he was finished she continued sucking him, causing Edward to shift about from side to side as his mother's mouth and tongue caressed his overly-sensitive glands at the head of his cock until he had to push her head away.

Loreli continued fucking Donna from behind, feeling the toy inside of her bringing her closer and closer to orgasm at Donna's expense. Donna leaned forward, taking every thrust of the rubber cock until she heard Donna cry out with delight.

"Viv, you have got to try this." Donna said as she pulled the used toy out of Donna's pussy.

"I don't know." Vivian replied.

"Come on, let's make her ride you." Edward said.

Vivian came over and took the feeldo from Loreli. She cautiously inserted it into her pussy and lay on the floor as Edward and Loreli lifted Donna and dropped her onto her knees over the dildo. Loreli guided the thing into Donna's twat as Edward pushed his mother down onto it.

"Now, fuck your daughter." Loreli ordered as she once again grabbed the camera.

Donna began bouncing up and down on the dildo. As she did so Edward's cock began growing hard again. Feeling turned on once more he knelt behind his mother and rubbed his cock against her asshole.

Donna did not mind anal sex, but her husband very rarely complied with that request. So instead Donna's slender vibrator was all that she ever felt up her ass. But now Edward was shoving his hard cock up inside her butt while her pussy was filled with the thick, long dildo.

Cock met toy with just a thin layer of skin between them inside of her as Donna immediately climaxed from the duel fucking. She drooled all over Loreli's face as she was fucked in both holes and unable to stop the powerful orgasm she was experiencing, all while Loreli took more pictures.

Edward fucked his mother's asshole causing her to bounce up and down onto the feeldo and soon he could hear his sister's cries intermingling with his mother's as both women climaxed together.

Vivian did not think that she could take the multiple orgasms but was unable to stop them from occurring as her mom, driven by the force of Edward's cock, continued to ride her.

If Vivian was having a time with the multiple orgasms then Donna was going insane from them. What started as a series of multiple orgasms was becoming one continuous climax that had her entire body shaking from head to toe. She was covered in sweat and could do nothing but pant and drool. She was unable to use her arms to hold herself up and lay atop her daughter as the twin invaders continued to fuck her.

Edward pounded his mother's asshole, desiring nothing more than to unleash inside of her once more. Finally he was ready and he cried out as he came inside of his mother's ass.

He fell back and rested against the chair as his cock went flaccid. Donna rolled off of Vivian and lay as still as she could while Vivian just looked up at the ceiling.




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Loreli had stopped taking pictures and fingered herself to another orgasm while watching the siblings fucking their mother together. "I guess that will teach you to post nude pictures on the web to try to seduce men while your husband is away." She said.

Donna opened her eyes, realizing what this was all about. "I didn't post those pictures." She said between pants. "Your father took them and posted them without my permission."

"Oh shit." Edward and Vivian said in unison.



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We were always a normal family. Normal! I don't even know what that means any more. My parents are young. Daddy got Mom knocked up on prom night, so the story goes. They are both 39. Lisa, my twin sister and I are 21. Our younger brother, Robert is 19. Lisa and I are identical twins who look exactly alike except for a birthmark that I have on my hip. Daddy has the same mark on his hip it looks like the map of Africa.

When I said that we were normal, what I meant was boring. Mom is a housewife and Daddy is a night auditor at a bank. He goes to work in the evenings around 6:00 and is gone all night on most nights. We take family vacations twice a year once in the summer and once around Christmas. While it was always nice to get away with family it was also predictable and, well, boring.

You know how twins are just alike, always finishing each others sentences and stuff like that. Well it was never like that with Lisa and me. We could not have been more different. Mom called us her opposite twins. We never dressed alike because our tastes in clothes were so different. Lisa was a bit of a tomboy while I... well let's just say I liked to celebrate my curves. I loved to drive the boys wild and in high school I had a bit of a reputation for being a tease. I was 20 when I lost my virginity but that's not what this story is about.

This story is about the day my family was turned upside down. It was around a month before our 21st birthday when I noticed that Mom had been acting strange. Nothing overt but she just seem to be anxious. She kept looking at me smiling and she seemed to making a really big deal about our birthday.

One Saturday she came in my room, "Leslie, your father and I really want your 21st birthday to be special. We want to give you and Lisa a day you will never forget."

"Thanks Mom, but really its no big deal, just another birthday."

"It's not just another day, it the day you become a woman"

"Uh, Mom... I'm already a woman."

"I know, but next month you will be legal. I know I am just making a big deal of nothing but there a so few milestones left for you and Lisa and I just want you guys to have special memories."

Mom sat on the bed next to me as she said this. I noticed her melodrama swelling up in her and I did not want her to be disappointed so I put my ipod down and slid next to her on the bed.

Giving her a big hug I said, "Mom, every day with you and Daddy is special. We are the luckiest kids in the world." I kissed her cheek as I asked, "So what have you with planned for me and Lisa on the big day?"

"Oh, no. I am not telling, just know that It will be a day like non other that you have ever had. Call a couple of your girl friends and tell them that they should save the date for that evening. That's all I'm saying"

With that she bounced out of the room swaying her hips and feeling good again. I liked seeing her happy. She stopped at the door and gave me a big smile and blew me a kiss as she disappeared down the hall. 

It took forever for our birthday to come. Mom kept bringing up the day and asking which of our friends were coming. Lisa and I could not figure out what had gotten into her. Lisa invited her friend Paula and I had invited Jessie and Tanya. Tomorrow was our birthday and tonight I could not fall asleep for anything. I guess Mom was getting me more excited then I thought.

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I couldn't believe that my babies were growing up so fast. It seems like just yesterday when Dave and I were getting married. I walked down the isle with my belly swollen from being 7 months pregnant with twins no less. It was quite an adjustment for us. We had to grow up so quickly. But Dave never missed a beat. He went right out, got a job and started to take care of his responsibilities. He was my hero. Insisting that I would not have to work unless I wanted to. Sure there were times when we struggled but Dave always found a way to pull it together. And by the time Robert was born we were doing pretty well if I do say so myself.

And now Lisa and Leslie were going to be 21 and I have no idea where all the time went. Their birthday was still a couple of months away and I knew I wanted it to be special but what should we do?

"Dave, have you given any thought to the girls birthday?"

" Not really, its still a ways off yet."

"Maybe, but September will be here before you know it and we should at least have a plan. I want it to be special for the girls."

" Well, do you have any ideas?"

"I was thinking that we throw them a big surprise party with all of their friends."

"Surprise party? That may not be such a good idea. It was different when they were in high school and we knew all of their friends. But things are more complicated then that now."

"I know!" the idea hit me straight out of the blue. I am not sure why, but it immediately felt like the perfect plan. "We can put together a girls night out. They can get a couple of their friends together for a night on the town that ends at club Drama."

"Drama!, You want to send our girls to Drama!"

"They are grown now, they can handle it."

"Oh yeah I'm sure they can. I am not so sure if I can."

"AAWW, is Big Daddy afraid of letting his little girls grow up?" I teased.

"Jackie, you need to think about this, Drama is a big step. I mean what kind of parents send their kids to a strip club?" I could hear that he was very nervous about this and it would take some convincing.

I, walked over to where he was sitting, in my most sexy stride. I sat in his lap and whispered in his ear for dramatic effect. "Parents that love their children and trust and support them. It will be perfect, I will rent the champagne room so that they will have privacy. They can invite some of their girl friends to come with them and it will be a party." By this time I had turned in his lap facing him, straddling his legs while giving him my best lap dance impression.

It's nice to know that after all I these years I could still drive him wild. I felt him stiffening beneath me. 

With much less resolve he responded, "But Jackie, you have been in the champagne room, you know what goes on in there."

"Yeah, I do. I had a ball. Why would I not want the same for the girls? I was about their age the first time I went. They will love it"

"But what about me? How am I supposed to deal with this?"

"Just be yourself, be supportive, be a loving, caring father. Treat it like any other day. No different."

" I don't know Jackie, I will have to think about this." That's when I started to nibble on his ear. It is his spot and he is helpless when I do that. He immediately rose to full hardness under me and I reached into his pajama bottoms and fished him out. Pulling my thong to the side he slid easily into me as I gave him the ride of his life.

I knew that Dave was not completely onboard with the plan but I was moving forward anyway. I figured over the next couple of months I would be able to change his mind. I started making arrangements, booking a party bus to drive them around town was an important part of the plan. I wanted them to be free to drink and have fun without worrying about driving or needing to drag along a designated driver who would be a killjoy while the others were letting their hair down, so to speak. I made reservations at a fancy restaurant, and of course, I booked the champagne room at club Drama.

The more I thought about it the more the idea was driving me crazy. Each day that month Dave and I had hot, wild sex. It was like we were teenagers all over again. I kept talking to him about the plan and as each day went by I could feel his resistance grow weaker.

With a month to go Dave had agreed and it was time to tell the girls about their surprise birthday. My twins are an interesting pair. Lisa and I are very close, while Leslie is definitely a daddy's girl. That is probably because Leslie and I are just alike. Dave had said on several occasions that she reminds him of me when I was younger. Not so much by looks, although we have the same body type but mostly in the way she acts. Like me Leslie dresses in very sexy outfits. Low cut blouses with high cut skirts, and everything nice and tight. Dave loves the attention that I get when we go out at night. I scale it back in the daytime or when I am with the kids, but they know how I dress when I go out with their father.

Lisa and I talk a lot. She is a very shy girl and a tomboy at heart. She wears baggy clothes that hides her figure and loves to play basketball with the boys. Her younger brother used to get teased a lot because Lisa was a better player than he. I have often spoken to Lisa about "looking more like a lady" and she said she was not opposed to it she just didn't understand why all the fuss.

Around 17 Lisa started to take an interest in boys and after that it seemed as though most of our conversation were about boys and sex. Lisa was very curious and she knew that she could trust me to be honest with her. We talked about birth control and STD's and the responsibility of sex. Lisa dated but never had a steady boyfriend and was still a virgin at 20. I told her that she would know when the time was right.

Leslie came to me when she was about 18 and asked me if I would go with her to get a prescription for birth control pills. We talked about her plans and she said that while she wasn't planning on doing anything just yet, she was thinking about it more and wanted to be ready. I made sure that she understood that she would still need to protect herself from disease and she promised to be responsible. It was more than a year later when Leslie told me that she had taken that step. It was a great night for her and she shared it with me.

All said, I think Dave and I have done a great job at preparing all of our kids for life.

So now that Dave was on with the plan I had to make sure that Lisa would be ok with it. Since we talked a lot I had a sense that it would take just a little poke to make sure that she was on board. I decided that I would take her shopping with me to test the waters.

"Lisa, do you have plans today?" I asked.

"Not really I was just going to start this new Twilight book."

"Well, before you start that why don't you come shopping with me? I need to pick up a few things and I'll get something for you if you come with me."

"Ok but you know you don't have to bribe me Mom."

"Yeah but it so much fun. You know how I like to spoil my girls."

When we arrived at the mall my first stop was Victoria's Secret. We inside and I picked out a few nightgowns, baby dolls and teddies. Lisa went into the dressing room with me. This was normal for us as we often had our girl talks while I was trying on clothes or getting dressed to go out.

"Do you think your father would like this one on me?"

"Really Mom? You know Dad would like any of these on you. Its not like he would leave it on you very long anyway." She said as we both laughed.

"Yes, you're right but I still have to make sure that I have plenty of outfits and new looks so that I can keep him interested. A woman has to make an effort to keep her man's eye or someone else will. You see how much your father works out and how he keeps his body in such great shape. Well other women notice that as well and if I want to keep your father wanting to come home to me I have to keep my body in shape and try to look my best so that your father keeps his eye on me."

"Daddy and all the men in town keep their eyes on you Mom, you're like the hottest Mom in town." As Lisa said this I saw her eyes drop down over my nude body. She looked at me as though she were doing so for the first time. As her eyes moved down past my waist I saw her moisten her lips and her gaze continued down to my four-inch saddle back sandals. This was the first time I felt naked in front of my daughter and the nervousness excited me.

After a somewhat awkward moment of silence I said, "Really, you think the old MOM is hot? Why thank you. I never knew that."

"C'mon Mom, You know that everyone in town thinks you're hot."

"Maybe, but it means so much more when it comes from your daughter. It feels more honest, and real. Other people, when they say it, it's because they want something from you. Whether they think they can get it or not they want it. So they say things like that trying to create an opening. When you say it, it feels different. It makes me feel special." As I said this, a tear was forming I my eye. I am not sure why but I just felt so emotional. 

Seeing this Lisa Got up and gave me a great big hug. Neither of us paid any attention to my nakedness as we embraced each other for what seemed like minutes. When we finally broke away Lisa wiped my tears with her thumbs with a delicate touch that sent shivers through my spine.

"Ok MOM, If you don't get back to trying on these things we will never get out of here."

I tried on the other outfits as we continued to talk and laugh. When we got to the final one I held it up to Lisa and said, "I picked this one for you."

Lisa looked down at the shear nightgown with matching thong and asked, "Just what would I do with that, Mom?"

"You wear it and look stunning in it."

"Wear it for who?"

"For who? You wear it for you?"

"Mom, I think you have me confused with the sexy twin. I'm the dumpy one. Remember?"

"Being sexy starts with how you feel about yourself. You and your sister are identical body types, with identical faces. How could one be sexy while the other is dumpy. These baggy clothes, that's how." I said as I tugged on her pants.

"You just said that I was hot. Well you and I wear the same size clothes. Same dress size same bra size everything. Even down to shoe size. Stand up and look in the mirror."

Timidly, Lisa stood up and faced the mirror beside me. "You are a beautiful, sexy woman. Do you have any idea how many women envy you? Here try this on."

She hesitated for a moment. Then Lisa took the gown from me and laid it on the bench. She started to remove her blouse, then her pants. When she did I had to hold in a snicker as she revealed her full cut granny panties that cover her ample rear. She finally removed all of her clothes and was about to put on the gown when I said, "Hold on a minute sweetheart, let me show you something."

Again we faced the mirror and this time I put my arm around her waist and held her firmly to my side.

"you have got to know how incredible you look. You call me hot but look at you, the only difference in us is that your boobs don't sag like mind do and your ass is higher as well. I would kill to have your body but you call yourself dumpy." I spoke to her in soft nurturing tones aware that this would be difficult for her. It is hard for a young lady to look herself in the mirror and challenge her self-image. And sure enough Lisa began to cry.

I embraced her as we hugged for a second time. This time it was mother, consoling daughter, and we were both nude. "Its OK baby, let it out. This is good. You have to take it slow. Start by seeing yourself as sexy. Doing things that make you feel sexy. Enjoy and celebrate your femininity. It is part of you." I continued to hold my daughter against me as I spoke softly into her ear. I could feel the warmth of her body against mine. I could feel her nipple pressing into mine. And I could feel the tufts of her pubic hair rubbing against my perfectly shaved mound. I had never felt so close to a woman before. It was not sexual. It was so much more than that. We were making an emotional connection it felt spiritual. And I knew instantly that I had planted a seed.

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I thought it was strange when Mom asked me to go shopping with her. We were very close but she knew that I was not much of a shopper. I would rather hang out with Daddy and help him work on his car than go shopping. Leslie was Mom's shopping partner. They had the same taste in clothes. Mom and Leslie had the ability to make men stop in their tracks. Guys never looked at me like that. I was always just one of the guys. More times then I could count my friends would ask me to hook them up with my sister.

I was really looking forward to reading my book that day. I love romantic stories and the forbidden love of the Vampire world held a special attraction to me. But the book would still be there when I returned so I agreed to go with Mom. I liked talking to Mom. She never made me feel strange for the thoughts that I had and she answered any question that was on my mind no matter how personal or embarrassing.

When we stepped into Victoria's Secret I smiled because my Mother is so predictable. I knew that she would be buying items to wear for my father. I had no idea why she went through so much fuss as all he would do is rip it off of her. My parents had an active sex life and were never shy about letting us know how they loved each other. They never did anything in front of us but there were lots touching and kissing, ass grabbing and stuff like that. Sometimes they would kiss in front of our friends and we would have to send them to their room.

My friends of loved to see stuff like that because my parents were so hot. Daddy put a gym in the basement and he and Mom worked out a lot. In the last month I had noticed that they were disappearing to their bedroom more than usual. I also could not help but notice that they were louder than usual. They were acting like sex-starved teens that could not keep their hands off each other.

While Mom was trying on her outfits we were talking as we usually do and I don't remember what was said but suddenly I was looking at my mother as though I had never seen her before. Now I had seen my mother nude many times but I had never noticed her like this. She had sexy beautiful tits that were full and swayed slightly as she stood there. Her arms were strong and toned from working pout. The stomach was tight with just the hint of a six pack. Her hip flared slightly and her pussy was clean shaved. It looked so pretty, smooth and delicate. I wondered what mine would look like if I shaved it. I wondered if it would feel better that way. I wondered if it would taste better that way. It had been months since I had my pussy licked. My gaze continued down my mothers curvy legs to her sexy "fuck me" pumps. As always her pedicure was fresh her toes looked so sexy in her shoes. My feet were not so pretty. I don't remember why but Mom started to get really emotional. Not in a bad way. She is just really emotional, especially when it comes to us kids. I noticed that she was going there and I stood to give her a hug. It wasn't until my hands wrapped around the smooth skin of her back that I remembered that she was naked. It was strange at first. I had never hugged a naked woman before. Her skin was so soft. As I hugged her I let my hands roam over her back from her shoulders to just above the crack of her ass. The energy of her was electric. I wanted her to know that I was there for her. That I loved her. I wanted her to feel loved and supported. She had always made us feel that way and I wanted to return the favor.

I never wanted to let go of her but at some point we started to part. After that we went back to talking and trying on the outfits that she had picked out for herself. When she got to the last one she said it was for me. She held it up to my body and I looked down to see the sheer garment with matching thong and thinking that it would look ridiculous on me. I was never sure why anyone would wear stuff like this. Did guys really care what a woman had on or did they just want to take it off.

I felt like I would look silly in that outfit. It was for sexy people. It was the kind of thing that Leslie would wear. Mom had me to look in the mirror. It was awful to stand next to her like that. I looked dumpy. And she, she was nude perfection in every way. Mom talked me into trying on the nightgown so I got undressed and started to put on the gown when Mom stopped me. We looked at ourselves in the mirror again and Mom put her arm around my waist. I remember feeling the warmth of her hand as it stroked my hips. Mom was giving me one of her your so beautiful pep talks but all I could think about was the hand on my hip. My skin tingled beneath its touch.




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Mom mentioned my breast as she cupped it with her free hand. As she spoke about my ass she lowered her hands from my hip to the curve of my butt. Her hand rubbed the flesh of my ass then slid under to cup the curve of it. Her touch was electric and was more sensual then any of the guys I had been with. I was still a virgin but I had made out with guys several times. But nothing ever felt like this. I don't know what came over me (I must be my mother's child) but tears came rushing down my face. I remember wishing that I was as sexy as my Mom was saying that I was. In that moment I wanted to be sexy for her.

Mom pulled me close to her and I felt her hands come around behind me. One of her hands went to my back while the other rested firmly against my ass pressing my pussy into hers. My nipples instantly hardened as I felt the heat of her bald pussy. The scent of us filled my nostrils as I felt my mother breathing heavily on my neck. Mom rocked her hips back and forth in a fucking motion as her fingers slid down the crack of my ass. I felt my juices running down my thighs as I lost myself in her embrace.

I honestly don't know what happened after that. The next thing I remember I was walking into the house wishing that I could be sexy for my mother. I wanted to live up to her expectations of me. I went into my room and quickly ripped off my clothes putting the night gown and thong on that my mother had bought me. I danced around my room trying to do things that I thought would look sexy. I masturbated three times that evening to the strongest orgasms I had ever had. Each time I closed my eyes thinking of my mother's embrace in the store. At some point I fell asleep.

I awoke later that night to the distant sound of my mother's voice. Peeking out into the hall I saw Mom coming out of Leslie's room. She stopped and blew her a kiss. Now on most days I would not have given my mother's gesture a second thought. But after today's events I couldn't help but feel a bit of jealousy. My mind started to wonder about what had taken place in that room. Was Leslie being more sexy with Mom than I had been? Had Mom turned to her thinking I had rejected her? As these thoughts were rushing through my head I saw Mom turn toward my end of the hallway. I closed the door and stepped back on my way to the bed when I heard the door open and my mother's sweet voice.

"Lisa, baby are you..." My mother stopped surprised to find me in the middle of the room wearing my nightie. "My, my aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" She said in her most flirtatious tone.

I did not move I just stood there with my back to her waiting to see what would happen next.

I heard my Mom's slow and deliberate bare feet as she padded across the carpet. I could feel the hairs on my body rise as she came close to me. Taking deep breathes and exhaling on my neck she whispered, "You look even more stunning than you did this afternoon. If I were a man, I would take you right here and make love to you all night long. You are going to drive the guys crazy."

I knew that she was just talking, trying to make me feel good. But it was working oh so well. I felt sexy and alive for the very first time in my life. I never thought this feeling would be possible for me. I was the dumpy one. But here in this moment I felt like a sex goddess. I did not want to move. I did not want to speak. I did not want to do anything that would make this feeling go away.

Mom put her hands lightly on my shoulders, I felt the weight of her body gently press against my back. She leaned in so close to me that lips gently stroked my ear as she spoke. "September 14th is just a month away. I want you and your sister to have a birthday you will never forget. You leave the details up to me. You may invite a few of your girlfriends if you like but the night will really be about you and your sister."

My knees grew weaker as my mother's lips danced seductively over my ears. I don't think she knew but that is my spot and it was driving me crazy to feel her touch me like this. I could feel the rise and fall of her chest against my back. If it were not for her embrace I would have surely fallen. She sensed this somehow and led me to the bed where she laid me down. She fixed my grown and fanned it out as one would the clothes of a fine China doll. I was her doll and she as posing me and presenting me. When she had placed me just to her liking she stepped back and stared at me. She told me again how beautiful and sexy I was then she backed out of the door. She stopped at my door and blew me a kiss, just as she did Leslie. I laid there unable to move still wondering if Leslie was lying the same way in her room. Then I felt disappointed I felt like a had blown a chance to show my mother just how sexy I could be. I laid in the bed staring up at the ceiling wishing I was bold enough to be as sexy as Mom and Leslie.

The next morning when I woke up I called my friend Paula. Now if I am a tomboy Paula is plain butch. She often said that she thinks she is bi-sexual although she doesn't know because she has never been with either a boy or a girl. But she was my best friend and the one person I told all my secrets, besides Mom, of course. However this was one secret I didn't think that I could even tell Paula. Instead I asked her if she would go shopping with me.

"Shopping? Huh? You hate to shop! Oh wait... I hate to shop too!"

"Stop it Paula. I know I hate to shop that's why I want you to come with me so I won't be so bored. Besides you have to help me because you know I have no idea what to buy. Are you going to come with me or not?

"Fine, fine! But you are acting weird. Even for you."

At the department store we went to the young hip section where I looked at some of the trendy things there. I held up one pleated mini dress and asked Paula, "Do you think I would look good in this?"

"Yeah sure." She responded only glancing up at the outfit.

"But do you think boys would like it"

"Oh sooo now this is starting to make sense. Who is he?"

"What?"

"Don't what me, we said when we found someone that we would tell each other and now here you are and we are buying dresses for some guy and you won't tell me shit!"

"There is no guy."

"Bull..."

"Really, no guy, Its just that I promised my Mom that I would give it a try. That's all."

"your Mom has been trying to girlie you up all your life, why now?"

"I don't know, it just felt like the right time." These were no really lies, more like half-truths. But Paula stopped pushing and actually was very helpful in finding the right outfits. It turns out that she likes feminine women so this was easy for her. She even helped me get some sexy underwear, including thongs, boy shorts, garters stocking and everything. Back at my house I tried on the sexy outfits while Paula added encouragement and told me how sexy I was. I was starting to really like this sexy stuff.



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Being the only boy in the house was rough. Sure Dad was there but his hours were strange which had him at his job as a night auditor or sleep during much of time the rest of us were about the house. I spent a lot of time in Dads gym and it showed on my body. I needed it too because it is hard growing up with sexy parents (all my friends wanted to "do" my Mom) the hottest sister on campus and another sister that could out shoot me in basketball. If it were not for a kick ass tight body, I would have been the laughing stock of the school. But as it was, I held my own.

Things started to change around the house when one afternoon I was home alone working out in the basement when I heard the sounds of someone upstairs. I didn't think too much of it so I kept on with routine. When I was finished I went upstairs to take a shower when I heard a major commotion coming from Lisa's room. I peeked in to see Lisa and Paula in her room. Lisa was modeling clothes and Paula was making catcalls. Now everyone assumed that Paula was gay and there were questions about Lisa because they hung out together. But here they were now and Lisa was shaking her butt for Paula's amusement. Then I was really surprised when Lisa reached down and pulled her dress over her head revealing her lace boy cut panties and matching bra. I looked over at Paula and by contrast she was wearing baggy basketball shorts and a tank top. Paula's hair was braided back and she looked like a boy. She was even flat chested. I learned later that she tied her breast down to look that way.

Lisa kept dancing trying to entice her friend. Then she reached back and removed her bra. Her panties came quickly behind them and she stood there and looked at her nude frame in the mirror. Feeling safely cloaked behind the cracked door I reached in to my shorts and fished out my fully hard cock. I could not believe how much the sight of my nude sister and her butch friend was turning me on. 

Lisa continued to stare at the mirror and ran her fingers through he pussy hair.

"Do you think I should cut it off?"

"Cut what off?"

"My bush silly" Lisa said as she turned to face her friend. "Which is better, hairy or shaved?" she asked as she repeatedly covered and uncover her pussy with her hand as if to hide the hair.

"Shaved! Shaved!" I screamed in my head wanting to see it in all its glory.

Lisa turned back to the mirror and studied her pussy in more detail. As she did so, Paula pulled the baggy pants legs of her shorts up revealing pink lace panties. I would have never guessed. She put her fingers into her pussy then pulled them out slowly. Her fingers were covered in the silky slime of her pussy juice and she rubbed them back and forth before returning them to pussy. Lisa looked up from her examination to notice her friend masturbating. She pretended not to notice and kept running her fingers through her hair as she secretly watched Paula masturbate to orgasm.

When Paula was finished Lisa asked for her verdict. "Hair or no hair?"

"Ok. Ok, no hair! Now!" Paula was till coming down from her orgasm at the time.

"Will you do it?"

"No I like mine the way it is."

"Not yours silly, will you cut mine? I'm afraid I'll cut myself."

Paula stared at my sister as she walked naked into the bathroom and came out with a razor and some saving cream as well as a couple of towels. With trembling hands Paula took the items from Lisa.

"Hold on, I need you to relax I don't want to get cut up here."

"Ok, I'm cool. I just need to catch my breath." She stared at the items that Lisa had given her and she looked up at Lisa then back down to the items.

"So where are we going to do this?" Paula asked.

"I'll lay on the bed and we can do it right here.?"

I looked on in amazement as Lisa spread the towel out on the bed. She laid back and spread her legs as an open invitation to come forth. Lisa meant that invitation for Paula but little did she know the invitation was open to all in attendance. I began to stroke my cock in earnest as I watched Paula go between my sister's legs and spread the shaving cream. With a light touch she applied the cream to her pussy making my sister moan at the sensation. It did not take long for me to lose control. By the time Paula had made three swipes of the blade I came in a hard blast all over the carpet and the wall in the hallway. I had never come so much in my life. My juice was everywhere as I looked around for something to clean it with I heard the gentle sound of the front door closing. I scurried down the hall to my bedroom not wanting to get caught with my pants around my ankles at my sister's bedroom door.

I knew it was my mother and figured that I would come back and clean the mess after I cleaned myself up. Mom never just came upstairs when she got home as her bedroom was on the main level.



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I came home from my volunteer work earlier than expected. I knew Lisa would be home since I saw Paula's car in front. I wondered how my plan was working and if Lisa had told Paula what was going on. I knew that they talked about everything. I hoped for an opportunity to hear some girl talk so I crept up the stairs careful to make no noise what so ever. I wanted to be undetected by my daughter and her friend. When I approached the top of the stairs the sight that I saw caught me completely by surprise. Leaning forward at his sister's door was Robert my youngest child. His pants were around his ankles and he was slowly almost absent-mindedly stroking himself. I marveled at his chiseled physique as his shirtless muscles rippled softly with his motions. His butt was sticking out and very firm. It had been many years since I had seen my boy naked and I don't think I had ever seen him erect. His tool was gorgeous, not one of those monster cocks that you read about in porn stories but a nice firm tool that looked like the perfect mouthful. As he spied on his sister his pace quickened until he had a massive blast of come all over the door the wall and the carpet. Oh the potency of youth. I had not seen a blast like that since Dave and I were teens.

Seeing my son come, I did not want to embarrass him so I went down stairs and made a noise at the front door to alert him to my presence. I was careful only to make enough noise to alert him and not Lisa. I wanted to see what it was that had caught his attention. So I tip toed back upstairs and peeked into Lisa's room. What I saw delighted and excited me. Paula was using a damp cloth to wipe Lisa's mound clean of the remnants of shaving cream. She seem to be more deliberate then the job called for as it took quite a while to complete the task.

"how do I look?" my daughter asked her friend.

"Good enough to eat." Paula replied with enthusiasm.

"Oh I bet you say that to all the pussies you shave." Lisa said lightly.

"Well since this is my first shaved pussy, I guess I do say it to all of them." The two girls laughed but Paula could not stop looking at Lisa's bald pussy.

"So what do you really think.?"

"Lisa I think this is the sexiest thing that I have ever seen."

"Really? You think I look sexy?"

"Oh my God you have no idea how sexy you look."

I went down stairs giving the girls their privacy. I could not believe how well the plan was working and we still had over three weeks before the big day. The more I thought about it the more excited I became but right now I just wanted to go to my room and play with my toys while I close my eyes and pictured my son.



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I think I only had about an hour or two of sleep last night. All I kept thinking about was this big surprise birthday and it was finally here. Everyone in the house had been acting strange for the past month. My tomboy twin Lisa had started to wear dresses and wear them well. Mom kept flitting around and acting strange. Robert had taken to walking around the house shirtless showing off his muscles all the time. Daddy had gotten real quiet and reserved. I think the only sane one in the house was me. But now was the day that should make all of this make sense, or so I hoped. 

I woke up to movement in my bed. Lisa was crawling up to me, wearing a see through baby doll nightie that hung low in front exposing her tits as she crawled up to me. She looked so sexy I was still not used to seeing her like this but I liked it. Lisa kissed me on the cheek and snuggled up behind me spooning with me.

"Happy birthday Sis." Lisa whispered in my ear. Her lips gently touching my earlobe as she spoke.

"Happy birthday to you too. What do you think Mom's big plan is for us today?"

"I don't care as long as we "do it" together." There was an unfamiliar tone to Lisa's words as she spoke. I tried not to read too much into it but had this been anyone else I would have thought I was being seduced.

I shook my head to clear those thoughts just as the door opened and Mom entered carrying a breakfast tray. I jumped up and sat back against the headboard as though nothing had happened. Nothing had happened? Right? Somehow I was not sure.

Behind my mother followed my father and brother. They were both shirtless Daddy was wearing silk boxers and Robert had on silk pajama bottoms. Both men had rippling muscles and rock hard abs. daddy's body was firmer and bigger than Roberts because he had been working out much longer. I never remember a time when daddy didn't work out. Mom put the tray on the bed forcing Lisa and I apart as the tray was set between us. When Mom stood back up I noticed that she was wearing a long see through grown with lace thong and matching lace demi-cup bra. Her nipples poked out over the top over the bra and were clearly visible through her gown. When she turned to step back I saw the crack of her ass clearly as her thong strap disappeared. Neither of the guys seemed to notice. Robert's eyes were firmly fixed on Lisa and her see through top. While Daddy was, oh shit Daddy was looking at me! I sleep naked and the covers were around my waist my tits were clearly exposed to his gapping eyes. I scampered to cover up as I caught mom's eye.

"Why Leslie that's not like you to be so shy, besides we're all family here and it's your birthday. Come on guys!" With that they all started to sing the birthday song as Mom lit two candles on two cupcakes. "Now make a wish and blow out your candles" Mother said in her delightful tone.

"So what's the big birthday surprise Mom?" I asked

"Later my sweet, now is the time for you to enjoy your breakfast. We'll talk about your surprise later. Did you tell your friends to be here at 5?"

Mom already knew this because she had only asked me every day for the past month. Mom sat on the bed as the guys sat down in chairs and we all talked while Lisa and I ate breakfast. It all seemed so casual and relaxed. I didn't even notice when the covers had fallen back down to my waist and the guys didn't seem to pay it much attention either. It is in moments like this that realize what a special and loving family we have. Not knowing what was to come, was still driving me crazy.

After a while they left Lisa and I in the room. Lisa got up and was primping her hair in the mirror. Shortly after I rolled out of bed and was walking to the closet when Lisa asked, "Do you want to take a shower? I'll wash your back, if you wash mine."

This question came out of left field. While we were not strangers to seeing each other nude, in fact I was standing nude in the middle of the floor, this was unchartered territory for us as adults.

"We haven't done that since we were kids." I replied wondering what had brought this on.

" Yeah and now that it is our 21st birthday it would be real fun to act like kids again." She replied as she grabbed my hand and bounced into the bathroom not waiting for my reply. 

Quickly we were in the bathroom with the shower running, me standing nude and Lisa removing her clothes. We opened the door to the shower and step in and just as the water hit us we were like two four year olds again, splashing and sudsing and laughing away. We must have been in there for quite some time because after a while Mom came back upstairs looking for us.

"Hey what's taking you so lo..." she didn't get the whole statement out before she peeked in to the bathroom and saw her twin daughters splashing away. Naked and wet, she probably had no idea, which was which. When she caught her breath she smiled and said "take your time this is your day."

After awhile longer we dried each other off to get dressed.

"What are going to wear?" Lisa asked

"I haven't decided yet. Why?"

"I thought it would be fun if we dressed alike. That's all."

"I think this birthday has landed this whole family in the twilight zone."

" Is that so bad?"

"No, its kinda fun. Just really strange. Like what's up with you and this new whole new look. What happened to my "opposite twin"?"




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"Mom just convinced me that I needed to start looking like a lady since I was about to be one and I agreed."

"Well I'm glad to hear that. For a while there I thought you were playing for the other team."

"And what would be so wrong with that?"

"Nothing if that's your thing... look all I'm trying to say is that you look pretty and I'm glad you decided to show it off which ever way you flow."

I wanted to make sure that Lisa knew I loved her no matter what because to be honest I am still not sure if she is gay or not. As I looked at her putting on her makeup I was reminded at how strange this all was. Two months ago she didn't even wear makeup.

"Here, let me help you with that." I stepped in front of her and finished applying her makeup for her. This was a fun new part of our sisterhood that I had missed over the years so I felt like I was making up for lost time.



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As I sat there with Leslie putting on my makeup I really enjoyed the moment and the changes in my life that the last month had brought. My mother had awakened something in me that I did not even know was there. And what ever it is it has brought me closer to my whole family.

Even my brother who was jealous of me for playing ball better than he could, had started to hang with me more. I noticed in the past month that he would go out of his way to do things for me or to spend time with me. I had always thought that Leslie was daddy's favorite but lately he has been paying just as many compliments as he does Leslie.

And now for the first time in our lives, my sister is putting my makeup on. She stood in front of me still nude from our shower. Her body smelling of fresh soap. Her tits swayed gently in face as she worked on my eyebrows with a razor.

"So what do you think Mom has planned for today?" Leslie asked as she did my face.

"I don't know, I haven't really thought about it."

"How could you not? It's all I have been able to think about for the past month!"

"I guess I have just had other things on my mind." I chuckled to myself as I thought about my recent change in attitude and its possible meanings to my life. "I feel like what ever it is, it has already been a great day for me. So I'm good."

" I don't understand you Lisa, Ok take a look."

Leslie spun my chair around and I saw my makeup for the first time. I looked like Leslie. Not the dumpy one. The sexy one. I could not stop staring in the mirror. Then suddenly I started to cry.

"I'm sorry Lisa here we can take it off you don't have to wear makeup. I thought you wanted to. I am so sorry." Leslie said searching for something to take it off with.

"No, no that's not it. I'm not upset. I don't know why I'm crying. I'm just like Mom, that's all. A big crybaby for no reason. I looked at my face and thought for a moment that I looked like you and I had the thought 'is this what it must be like to look pretty', then the water works. I'm a mess."

"Lisa, Lisa you are pretty. You have always been pretty. You have to know that. The only change in you is that now you are not hiding your beauty. So you better get used to people coming on to you all the time."

"Is it rough?"

"It definitely has its advantages." Leslie said as she prance around the room in her birthday suit.

I watched as Leslie put on her own makeup all the while giving me pointers. I felt like we were closer than ever before.

The rest of the day we spent lying around the house and talking. No one went anywhere. They all stayed home to spend the day with us. Everyone kept complimenting me on how lovely I looked even Robert kept telling me how pretty I was. It was nice to be the center of attention. It was turning out to be a perfect day.

Before too long it was 4:00. Mom came down stairs with two boxes for us. I'm not sure where Robert or Daddy had disappeared to but right now it was just the girls.

"Here Babies happy birthday. Oh I guess I should stop calling you babies huh?"

"Oh Mom, we will always be your babies." I said as I gave Mom a big hug. Of course she began to cry. Which made me cry, which made Leslie join us in a group hug then she started to cry.

"Ok lets stop with the tears. And open the gifts." Mom said.

"Shouldn't we wait for daddy?" Leslie said looking around the corner.

"No, Daddy is fine. He is getting ready for work. This is my gift your Daddy has another gift for you later. So go ahead and open it."

We tore into our boxes without need for a second invitation. They were outfits, matching outfits. I don't think Mom had ever bought us matching outfits before. In the boxes there was a black cocktail dress with thin straps and a plunging neckline a pair of sexy black shoes and a pair of crotch less pantyhose. There was also some jewelry that matched the shoes it was exquisite.

"I want you both to wear these things and only these things when you go out tonight." 

"But Mom there's no underwear in here, no bra or nothing." I protested.

"Yes that's the point, darling. I want my two little girls to go out on the town and be sexy as hell tonight. I want people to talk about the night those Baxter twins lit the town up." Mom held my face in her hands and spoke softly, "Remember you are my sexy girl. There is no one on the whole planet sexier than you. If you feel sexy others will see you as being sexy."

Then she kissed me. Not on the cheek like she usually does but softly, delicately on the lips as she held my face. It was so light that it was almost as though our lips never touched. And when she parted it was as though she had taken my breath with her. I struggled got just a moment to find air to breathe and when I did I opened my eyes to see my sister, Leslie staring at me with her mouth wide open. Mom never looked her way she looked right at me and said. "You are sexy." And I believed her. Just then the door bell rang.

"Alright you two, your guests are already coming, go upstairs and get ready. I'll get the door."



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When I parked my car I was afraid to get out. This was all so new to me. I did not know how they would take it. I did not know how Lisa would take it. I hope that she would not reject me. It was a gamble but it was too late to turn back now. It took about five minutes but I finally got the courage to step out of the car. I was wearing a long flowing silk pants suit with wide legs. The top was long and came to my butt. The silk fabric swayed in the wind. My first steps were a little unsure as I got used to the three inch heels. I was not wearing a dress but this was very feminine and no doubt women's clothing. The biggest change for me was that I had let my hair down. My hair had been in braids since I was 6 years old. I don't remember myself without braids. But now as I walked to the door my curls were bouncing off my shoulders. The feel of it was exciting. The lady at the salon tried to get me to put on makeup but all I would let her do was lipstick.

I must have stood in front of the door for another 5 minutes before ringing the bell.

As the door swung open I held my breath not knowing who would open it or what the reaction would be. Would it be her creepy brother, Robert? Lately he has been staring at me A LOT. I don't know what his problem is. Would it be her hunk of a father. That man makes me feel things that I thought men shouldn't. Would it be her too sexy mother? If Lisa will look like that when she gets older DAMN. Would it be her sexy as she wanna be, too hot sister. In a perfect world a ménage trios would be in our future. Or will it be my friend, my soul mate Lisa. Whose opinion means more to me than my own sometimes.

When the door finally opened I couldn't take it any more and shut my eyes.

"OH MY GOD! OHHH MYYYY GODDDD! OOOOOHHHHH... MMMMYYYYYY... GGGOOOODDDD!" PAULA? Is That You?"

From the strain in her voice I could not tell who this was. At least the father and punk brother were out. I slowly opened my eyes to see Ms Baxter standing in the door way with hands on her face and her mouth hanging open. Speechless was an understatement.

"Hi Ms. B" I said timidly.

"Girl I'm sorry, come on in, I'm so sorry come have a seat. You look... I mean it's just that... I mean you. You, are... You just look so amazing. I have never seen you... I mean of course you're a pretty girl I have always thought it just that..."

"Its ok Ms B" I interjected as a way to get her out of trouble before she said something really stupid. "Is Lisa home?"

"Yeah, she's upstairs getting dressed."

"Thanks" I replied as I started to walk passed her and go upstairs like I always do.

"Paula", Ms Baxter gently held my hand. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"

"Sure, what is it Ms. B"

"Lets go in the kitchen for a minute this won't take long."

I followed Ms. Baxter to the kitchen watching her ass sway in her sundress. It fit loosely on her hips and with each step she took her butt cheeks pinched the fabric of the dress. I knew immediately that she was either wearing a thong or no panties at all. My pussy instantly got wet as I watched her sashay into the kitchen.

"Have a seat Paula can I get you something to drink?'

"I'm good Ms B what's on you mind."

"Paula you know how much my girls mean to me so I think you can appreciate how special I want this day to be."

Oh shit, is about to start trippin on me and her daughter? After all this time she gonna pick now to do this?

" I think I know where this is going Ms B and I want to assure you..."

"Paula, just me get this out. I assure you, you don't know where this is going."

I shut up waiting for the other shoe to drop when what I heard made my jaw drop.

I want to solicit your help in making tonight special for Lisa. Leslie is used to having a good time but Lisa may need some encouragement. Do you know what I mean?" I stared blankly at her because I had no idea what she meant and I wasn't about to put my foot in my mouth, again.

"Let me try to explain it better. Lisa is a very shy girl who has recently started to come out of her shell. I think you know what I am talking about, as it looks like you have broken a few shells yourself lately. I am hoping that you can look out for Lisa tonight. Encourage to let her hair down, so to speak. Get her to try new things and have a good time. Can you do that for me Paula?"

"Sure Ms. B, that will be easy. That's what I do anyway."

"But today is a little different Paula you will need to go the extra step. Here you will need this."

This woman hands me what looks like a custom lunch bag. I open it up and it is full of stacks of money.

"Ms. B what's this for"

"That's for tonight, your tab at the restaurant and the limo is already covered as is the special room that I have arranged for, don't worry it's a surprise. This is $2,000.00 use it for tips and what ever. Throw it around. When the time comes you will know what its for. Be generous. The more generous you are, the fun everyone will have. Remember you all are ladies now so act like ladies but know that even ladies have fun."

"But ah,I..."

"Shhh, it's alright it will all make sense later, I promise."

"Holy shit! I'm sorry Mom!"

'Its Ok I had the same response. Just watch your mouth."

My head spun around to see Robert walking circles around me with his mouth wide open.

"Does that mean you approve?" I asked. I am not really sure why I wanted to know or even cared what he thought yet I held my breath waiting for an answer.

"Hell yeah I approve!"

Watch your mouth. His mother said.

"What gives?" Robert asked

"Sometimes a Lady just wants to feel like a lady."

"RRRIIIGHT! He replied not buying it. 

"Robert, leave the girl alone and go check on your sisters." His mother told him.

I was glad that Ms. B came to my rescue and got Robert out of the room.

"You really do look fantastic" said the strong male voice from behind me.

"Thank you Mr B." I replied, "at least someone in this house knows how to be a gentleman" Mr B continued to stare but he didn't say anything else. Then the door ball rang and it was two of Leslie's friends. This girl had the hottest damn friends ever. It was like I had died and went to pussy heaven I did not know how I would get through the night. One of them had on a tight ass spandex dress while the other had on some shinny pants that fit her thin legs so tight that I could see her camel toe and the separation of her panty less ass cheeks. We all knew each other but hung in different crowds. Just then I noticed that the two girls started looking upstairs. I turned just in time to see the two loveliest sights I had ever seen. They looked incredible and I was confused because I didn't know which was which.

That's when one of them walked directly up to me and planted a kiss right on my lips. Not a friendship kiss, this was a full blown make out in front of her sister, her mother and her father. I was hesitant as first but when she put one hand behind my head and the other right on my ass. I said what the fuck and went for it. Kissing her full back. Accepting her tongue in my mouth and grinding my pussy against hers.

When the kiss broke there was applause throughout the room. Lisa looked me in the eye and told me how amazing I looked. It was incredible my best friend had just turn into a sex kitten and she accepted me as a little bit of a sex kitten too.

"Ok the bus is here. Time to go, but before you go I want a picture in front of the bus. "c'mon." her mother said as she grabbed her camera.

We went outside and saw this beautiful bus. After taking a few pictures we all boarded the bus. It was incredible. This was no ordinary bus it was a party bus that seating sofa style for bout 15 people. It had a full, stocked bar. And in the back there was a disco with a dance floor. The bus started driving around town and we all started drinking and having a good time. It was so much fun. I kept looking at the twins. It seemed as though they were really enjoying themselves. I noticed that they seemed to enjoy each other more than usual. They have always loved each other but in social settings they tended to go their separate ways. Not tonight, they were snug as a bug in a rug together. It was fun to watch.

The bus pulled up to this fancy restaurant where we had reservations and were given the first class treatment. When the meal was over our tab was paid for, I tried to leave a generous tip but they said that it was already covered on the tab and would not take my money. What in the hell is all this money for if every thing was covered? After dinner we boarded the bus and rode around some more. At the restaurant the girls arranged for some guys to meat us, and they got on the bus and we all partied. They were nice guys and I really got into one of them. We all danced and did shots as the bus drove around town. Then the driver said we had to say good night to the guys because we had one more stop to make. As they were getting off the bus Mike stopped and planted a kiss right on my lips. It was the second surprise kiss of the evening. I heard someone say OOOOOOH In my ear. I broke the kiss to see Lisa teasing me.

"Watch out Paula, people might start thinking you're straight." She teased me as only Lisa could.

As we drove off we all waved to the guys and headed happily to the next destination.

The bus stopped and suddenly the bag of money and Ms.B' little talk all made sense. We were at the hottest male review this side of Chippendales. Drama was the spot of legends and none of us had ever been there. When the girls realized where we were they all started to scream. We hopped off the bus and happily showed the bouncer that we were all 21. 

Once inside the club, the music was crazy and there were naked and nearly naked men everywhere. It was so sexy watching all of the women let loose and have a good time. The manager quickly met us at the door and asked us to follow him. I though that he was taking us to our table but instead he took us upstairs to an even fancier room in the back. A man wearing only a jockstrap came in and took our orders for drinks. When he came back we tried to pay him but he said the drinks were covered. He saw the puzzled look on my face and stated that we were welcomed to tip anyone that met our fancy.

Quickly I handed money to every one and told them to have a good time. Men started to come in our room and soon there were naked men and cocks all over the room. The party was on.



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I felt like it must be illegal to have as much fun as we were. I looked over at Lisa. Having a twin never felt this good before. I watched her as Paula kissed that boy good night. I hoped Lisa would be Ok with it and she was totally cool about it. I am not sure where things are with those two and after her little display in the living room I am even more confused.

But the order of the evening was fun and we were having it in truckloads tonight. Once we were in the champagne room Paula gave us a shit load of money that she said Mom had given her and that we were to spread it around and have a good time. This was a night full of surprises.

Just then I heard the chant of Go Lisa, Go Lisa. I looked up to see my "shy," "tomboy" sister bent over the sofa while a man wearing a cock sock thong was behind her grinding away. Now the two of us got dressed together and are wearing the same thing she was so I know that hard cock is rubbing against her exposed pussy. I couldn't believe my eyes. Shortly all of the dancers left the room and we were alone just us girls. We didn't know what had happened until a voice came from the sound system announcing the feature attraction. 

"Ladies, the Champagne Room at the Drama club proudly presents the feature performer of the evening. Give a drama club welcome the Bone Ranger."

In came a man in a white hat and black mask like the Lone Ranger. He had on a vest a pair of riding chaps and a cock sock. He danced into the room and his cock hung half way to his knees. His body was like that of a god, so hard and chiseled. He made my pussy wet just looking at him. He danced around the room keeping his distance at first. I guess he wanted us to beg for it. It was working because we all started to chant Bone Ranger Bone Ranger. Then I was shocked to see Lisa jump up and start dancing with him. She got him to take off his chaps then off came his vest she ground her pussy up against his cock sock then before long she wanted the real mccoy. So she pulled his cock sock down and exposed his beautiful man meat. I was in awe of my sister and a bit jealous, the way she worked this guy over. She stroked his cock in her hand then the girls started to chant Go Lisa again. Lisa grabbed a glass of champagne. Downed it in one swallow. Dropped to her knees and started sucking this guys cock. Everyone cheered her on, especially Paula who at some point in the night had taken her pants off and was just wearing her top and no panties.

I wanted to get in on the action and was not about to be out done by my shy sister. So I pulled my dress over my head and wearing just my stockings and heels stepped up behind the stripper and played with his ass as I danced behind him. His body felt so good and hard. He had on just a bit of oil. Not so much as to feel icky, but just enough to feel smooth. He smelled delightful. I heard the girls chant go Leslie and I did not want to disappoint. So I squatted behind the stripper and was about to make my way around the help Lisa suck his cock when my heart stopped. On the side of his butt cheek was a small mark that look like the map of Africa. Just like mine. I quickly stood up. I had too see. I had to know. I looked him directly in the eye and saw it. A look that I had seen before a look that had always provided me with comfort. Except now there anything but comfort. There was terror. What had we done? What were we doing? And what would become of our family? My poor mother was at home while we were destroying her life. Then it hit me. Mom had set this up. She was no victim here. She was the perpetrator. 




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"What did you just do?" Eddie Vance reflected that his nights were getting progressively stranger as he put the question to Abby. What he should be doing was pressing to her cute body while basking in the afterglow of great sex but instead right now he was envying the large tome she was propped up against. He wondered if anyone before had ever pondered the emptiness that comes far too soon after a nice hard screw, the feeling that would soon become a craving once more to fill the void if only for a few sweaty moments. 

The ability to reproduce, sex, some argued was God's curse set to Adam and Eve for discovering the difference between good and evil. That evening Eddie would argue rather that it was sense of loss after the most intimate of connections.

Abby might be able to read minds, he pondered, because she remained silently watching him while wheels turned in his head. Putting on a smile first he took a sip from empty water bottle to try and steady his heart rate and mind. It didn't really help much even if he managed to shake out the last drops.

The dusky beauty let fine lashes close over striking blue eyes. Her full lips curled against one another as she desired his mouth once more. Rough fingers pattered on dark leather front. Blunted nail slid against closed pages. "I took out a bit of insurance you might say on our souls."

"Insurance? Well if we skip the metaphors what exactly did you do?" Thus Eddie implied that magic was something real even if weeks ago he would have scoffed at the motion. Blame the succubus. With a sigh he slid out one foot to stroke toes against the smoothness of her shin.

She shivered and rolled tones of appreciation deep in pert chest. Sex tasseled hair framed pretty gaze as it feel into the fertile fields of his. "Well by copulating atop this book, our family's grimoire, and then using our mixed fluids to accentuate the magic circle I bound half of each of other souls to this very volume." She held the dread volume up. "So, if Pi is not nearly as innocent as she looks and tries to devour our beings or drag us down to hell as long as she does not have this book or it has not been destroyed we should be safe."

Eddie's lips made an O as he blinked dimly. He rubbed at one eyes socket in thought. "I don't think she's going to do that but, um, okay. Should be?"

"Well, I've been out of practice for some time." The Englishwoman with Hindi ripples admitted wry. Still her smile remained lovely even in such a state. "I gave up witchcraft when I was a teen. Too many lesbians, man haters of both genders, wiccans and whiney social misfits. That and my parents thought it would be best after a few problems."

"Oh." Unashamed of his nakedness Eddie wiggled his bottle and slipped back to his feet to get another one. He was bone dry. Losing six of his twelve ounces might have something to do with that and the empty feeling. "Oh. So are you a white witch or a black witch or what?"

Abby tired to pull hair back into proper place with raking fingers. "Neither? I don't follow any of that modern claptrap, Eddie. Our family's tradition in the dark arts, well it goes back pretty far."

"Wait." The mathematician held up one finger. "Does this mean we're like, married?"

"No!" Laughing out loud as her cheeks darkened Abby gave him a two fingered salute before her amusement died down into giggles. "Wanker! No, no, no!" She had to take a cleansing breath before continuing. "It's just a precaution and nothing more. A matter of blood and lineage. I'm not surprised your side of the family across the pond never told you any of this."

"This being?" Breaking the seal Eddie took too strong gulps before he strolled back over and sat down across from her. He handed her a second bottle too. "That we're witches and warlocks? I don't have to go to some special school with lame mascots and flying polo now do I?"

Abby offered out the book and a quiet tut. "This spell book has been passed down to the first born woman of every generation for; well let us just say it goes back to when the Roman's were busy building walls? Some of the pages at any rate. Within it is the collected knowledge of our forbearers along with notes taken since."

"Alright so the Blackmoors have been witches for a really long time, got that. The infernal sort I'm guessing then?" Back to white or black, Eddie thought. He didn't want to upset his cousin though so such things were unsaid. "I guess that does explain your reaction to Pi. Have you met succubae before?"

"Once in passing when I was rather young and he was technically an incubus that a family friend had bound to... mmm warm her bed after her husband passed away. At any rate yes I've had some experience with the supernatural elements and our ancestors conversed and worked with denizens of Hell and other dark regions." Abby offered a flowing gesture before reaching for her own water. Once she took a sip and brushed lip dry with tongue she set her chin down atop the book and studied him. 

Eddie's propensity for levity reared up. "Like New Jersey?" 

"No." Abby gave her head a little shake that made her eyes roll. "No Jersey is involved New or otherwise, Edward, now hush."

"But you said if I had any questions." He countered.

"I said you must have some questions, not that I was going to answer any of them." She quipped back before giggling. Lovely lips parted to swallow more water. "I mean please, ask away."

"Okay so what do you mean other dark regions?" Eddie's curiosity and brows rose as he leaned forward.

"For example." Book was moved away from incredible bust line and Abby felt Eddie's gaze move right to full breasts. She flipped the tome open and after searching for a scant few seconds used herself as an easel. Eddie sulked and she had to stifle laughter. "Eddie, concentrate."

"That's easy for you to say." He snorted.

"No really, it's not." One elegant arm hung over the book. Oh there was nothing more she wanted to do right now than curl back up to her cousin's skin and try and coax him to thickness. "Still let us not dwell on earthy desires, for now. Now if you look here." Tap. "As I was saying for example here Lord Alexander Blackmoor discusses his work with an ashura cult in India. Think of them as Hindu demons."

"Oh, so there is more than one Hell? It would stand that there as more than one heaven then." Eddie framed his chin with fingers and deep contemplation wound its way into the muscles of his neck. "Then where are they? I mean are we talking parallel universes or some sort of pocket of reality attached to ours like... like."

"Uh. That's something metaphysicians have been arguing for centuries, Eddie." The book was gently closed. "I'm afraid I can't give you the answers. Now as the world turned against the tides of those who walked beside the things that live in shadow our family along with others decided to... Eddie? Are you okay?"

"Huh?" Eddie forced the mathematical principles involved with Heavens and Hells from his head, or at the very least back to the recesses where they could fester and churn. Again he felt like a flash of insight was going to burst from him -- or his sanity was going to fracture, "Sorry. So we along with others decided to come and settle Devonshire? That's what you're going to say?"

"Well we along with twelve other witch-blooded families yes. I know, I know, thirteen, it's a cliché. St. Agatha's didn't exist before the Thirteen built their first homes here and paid a good amount of coin to construct a one road in and out. " She sighed and leaned back. The book was set off to the side. "It became a refuge for infernalists to continue their work without the fervor sweeping across the world. Terrible times."

"I'd guess if you were a witch. If you got turned into a toad thought... Wait can you turn people into a toad?" He leaned forward first before wiggling close to her side and opening arms offering to hold her. 

It wasn't something Abby could resist. Her hair tickled at his chest before comfortable weight of head followed. She smoothed her palm across his stomach and just... sighed. Now this was nice. "I've never tried and the forces of the beyond should never be used lightly."

"Okay." Dipping his face the geek nuzzled her crown. "So our ancestors and their peers came here to start their own town like the Quakers of the dark side or something. What then? I mean Pi implied that our family along with the university has a lot of history behind it. You said they came and founded St. Agatha's but that's just the school."

"Right. That was all there was in the beginning, well besides the houses surrounding it." Abby purred as his strong and smoother hand curled around her shoulder. The sculptor could get used to this but knew she likely wouldn't, not with the succubus around. "Likewise St. Agatha's started as a faux-church. Blasphemy was abound of course as they performed foul rites in 'hallowed halls.' The church, or so I've been told, was named after not an actual saint but the arch-diabolist who put the whole plan together."

"So St. Agatha was a real person?" Down her arm Eddie gently tickled the crook of the sculptor's elbow. 

"Most saints were." Abby pointed out pedantic. 

"So you claim." Flippant Eddie pecked the top of her head. "So, was this Agatha one of our relatives?"

"I don't know but I don't think so. I have no idea who she was really. One of the coven's at the school reveres her, well like a saint. But they are a bunch of cu- well let me just say I don't like them. They are of old blood just like I am." She fanned fingers atop one breast. "However the Blackmoors fell into disfavor when for the most part we gave up our ways. One brother moved to the colonies and thus your line was born. While the English side kept our partnerships with the infernal spotty from that point on. Eventually the line became the Booths."

"So we're sort of like black sheep?" Brows rose as he asked and was glad to have her body resting against his. Finding out where he came from? It was startling but just as valuable. His parents back home were never going to hear about this, or him sexing up Abby.

"No not at all. That would be the Grays. We're more like prodigal sons that return to the fold now and again." Abby nodded lightly, thus running her cheek against his chest. She pressed closer and grew more at ease.

"Right so how did St. Agatha's become Devonshire?" Eddie closed his eyes and just basked in the quiet glow of the barn.

"Ah well the region was prosperous and prosperity always brings others too it hoping to get some of their own. St. Agatha's practices went underground, the church turned into a school first for the sons and daughters of the founders to keep tradition alive. Then as they realized they could make more money the elders decided to make it a more public institution. The town sprung up around the school." Abby lifted one hand for a moment before letting the gravity of his form pull it back to down. "Eventually the old ways faded for quite a few of the Thirteen. Oh some of them still take their contracts very seriously and there are mmm, seven covens around the area at the moment I think? But it's nowhere near its heyday."

"So your parents?" Eddie let the question hang.

"Oh Father is a warlock but hardly practices any more ever since one of his siblings got dragged off to Hell knows where. Mother was part of one of those ashura cults I mentioned earlier. Every since Alexander's day there has been a lot of contact between them and us. They fell madly in love as teens when he took a trip there." The swarthy woman sighed. "It really is pretty romantic. Even diabolists fall in love after all, we are all human. Which brings me around to Pi."

"Yeah?" As he tipped his head to try and get a better look at her face Eddie wasn't disappointed with the artist turned her elegant features up toward him. "What about Pi?"

"She's a demon, Eddie. A succubus. You know a monster from hell, fallen angel." Reaching up Abby tapped on the middle of his forehead with a knuckle. Come on man think! Not that it was easy to think cuddled up post-coital. 

"I don't know about that. I mean yes she's a demon but I don't think we've got anything to fear from her." He sighed, deep.

"Anything to fear?" When she peeled away from him Abby waxed offended. "Eddie. Demons are not people. They are those cast down from Heaven who works toward the destruction and defilement of mankind. You always have to be careful with them, every smile has some nefarious reason behind it and every contract risks your soul."

"So... why would we Blackmoors traffic with them then?" He scratched at the inside of one socket. "I mean if they are so dangerous."

"Power of course. They offer something outside the box, something that money, good name and prestige can't buy." The witch explained and pulled the book back over to them with a lovely stretch of her body. "Most of us never deal with demons directly either, the devil's bargains are always bad after all. There are just dark rivers of power to tap into. I don't suppose you read old English?"

"Yeah, no. Now if it was all in you know calculus formulas and that sort of thing I wouldn't have an issue." Sniffing at their mixed scents that still lingered in the air he grinned lightly to his cousin. "We're all good at something. Languages aren't that something for me."

"Typical colonist." She teased. "At any rate the one thing you cannot forget, and I know I am over-stressing this but Pi isn't human. You have to look behind her every motivation or else you are going to end up in a very bad place, Eddie. I am not going to just sit idly by and let that happen to either one of us."

"Okay." Eddie did his best to hide doubt in his voice. In his heart of hearts he knew he didn't have anything to worry about when it came to Pi. However, Abby was far and away more knowledgeable about this secret world and he couldn't discount what she was saying out of hand. Then again he had a feeling he would.

"I mean it." After a hiss Abby flopped back with a lovely roll of breasts and settled her head on the edge of the tome to relax. Feet were moved to his damp lap. "Okay what else can I answer for you?"

"Okay so you are in a coven? That's a group of witches, right?" On reflex his hand came down to stroke at her toes, the top of her foot. Apparently such a motion was archetypically female. His gaze roamed back and forth from her round hills to face. 

"I am again yes. Some friends I've had since my schoolgirl days actually. They come from the other old families and are fairly nice. They were pretty worried when I came to them about the succubus thing." For good reason, Abby thought. "So they elected to help and pointed me in the right direction. I guess it just means I will have to spend some time brushing up on my spells and that sort of thing."

"Anyone I know?" Yes he was probing. Fingers smoothed down all the way to her knee.

"Victoria of course. I am sure you guessed that, something about her just screams witch." Sighing deep with pleasure Abby rolled her hips. Ravaged lips pressed against her panties. 

Eddie chuckled and let go of her foot to settle down beside the exotic beauty. "Well the nature themed tattoos and her habit of saying Goddess instead of God sort of gives it away yes." 

"Fair points." On instinct the artist curled into him. One long soft leg slithered over the top of his. Abby hadn't shaved her legs just for the enjoyment of a man in far too long. It felt fantastic to rub flesh against flesh. She was already fantasizing about the next time they slept together. Hopefully that didn't have to come about because of a hastily put together ritual. "The other is a woman named Mallory. She's a bit of a shut-in I'm afraid. I've only been over to her new flat... three times now in the last four years? However she is an ace at online networking with other infernalists."

"There's social sites for Satanists?" Eddie followed up the question with a huh. "I guess that shouldn't surprise me. So how widespread is the whole servants of the unholy thing in Devonshire?" 

"Well let me make a clear difference between servants and those like myself that use it for their own advantage. I'd say as far as I know there are five or six folks in the whole area that are beholden to demons as far as anyone knows? Then you've got the seven covens so that gives you what... twenty six? I am sure there are a few bumbling fools around town too." Abby slowly ticked of her numbers each with a scratch of nail along one of his ribs. 

Eddie groaned as he shivered. Next time he'd have to take it even slower with her, especially the foreplay. "Shouldn't it be twenty one? Seven covens, three people each?"

"Pish posh, Eddie." The sculptor's tone didn't hold much admonishment to it, how could it when she nibbled at the edge of his shoulder. Warm tongue swept out and gathered salt from skin. She could stand to just lie around and taste him all day. "There are some that are three, some that are four, seven or even nine. In the end the modern world is such a hodgepodge of collided religions, even cults within the shadows, that there really isn't any traditional way to do things. No matter what the St. Agatha Society claims."

"Wait? They are the snotty witches? Holy shit." His laugh was low as he turned to her and pecked along hairline. His strong leg teased up and down against hers. At least he knew that Abby and he wasn't going to offend Pi. Hell, the demoness was probably going to be really amused. "I guess I can see it. They've got that mm so superior it's scary feel."

"Yeah. They along with their professor sponsors are dangerous so let's try to avoid them if we can. They also have their claws into a warlock league." Abby pursed her lips and brushed nose against his as she tilted closer. "I'm sure you've run across Richard Chadwick? His family has been interlaced with both sects since the founding."

"Chadwick?" Eddie's frown only urged her to kiss the expression away. "Yeah, yeah I have. He rolls the worst parts of blue-blood and jock all together. I've had a few runs in with him but not as many as poor Woody and Quince."

"Oh well, I would just stay out of his and his mother's way really. Once they find out I've taken back up the cause as it were and if they find out that you're beholden to a succubus." Sighing lightly Abby kissed him first, just a small sweet peck. Her arresting eyes slipped closed. "It is going to be messy. They like to think they are the center of the universe and will try to involve themselves."

"Great." The word was puffed out but Eddie didn't elaborate. Instead he took his own kiss, something lingering. The soft meat of each cousin's settled against the others and while they moved together they would not separate for some time. His jaw muscles worked, her throat reverberated with pleasure. It was Abby who first parted her lips and girlish tongue tip tasted the seam of Eddie's mouth as they begged to be given entry. 

The geek was more than happy to oblige. His mouth opened for hers and his tongue stroked its sinful greeting. As soon as the talking muscle was available Abby's tongue teasingly retreated and her lips sucked at his. Shuddering Eddie closed his eyes and basked in the moment. His teeth caught her lower lip once the kiss started to break then sucked and raked. He wasn't going to let the moment pass anytime soon. Toes brushed and Abby leaned back in for a heated kiss, more dancing of their tongues. A shiver rolled across both of them. Her hands curled against the strength of his chest and his caressed along the side of a breast. 

"So are we keeping this in the family then?" Eddie asked, so quietly at first the artist almost missed it. With a womanly sniff Abby pulled her face away before giving his side a hard sock. He made a startled and questioning sound before realizing exactly what he said. "Hey I wasn't even being cheeky." 




Family Matters



"It was still in really poor taste." From the cuddle Abby rolled and tried not to be put out - to forget how much she wanted to keep kissing. One arm slid under her dark mane and legs crossed at the ankle. After hesitation Eddie stroked a hand over her stomach and scooted closer. She giggled in an exasperated manner and let this be. "You really didn't mean it to be?"

"Cross my heart." He emphasized his honesty with the correct gesture, across her chest and just grinned a bit wicked. "Don't hope to die anytime soon though. Okay so I'll watch out for Dick and those that run with him and will tell Pi too. No worries okay?"

"I am afraid you have burdened me with more than a few worries, Eddie." She turned her face away from his and licked across her lower lip. It was going to be marked by his teeth for a few hours and that delighted her. "However I'm sure I'll survive. We British do have steel in our veins after all."

"Really? You don't feel like steel to be on top of." Eddie tickled across her tummy and then down lower. "Now that is me being cheeky." 

"You are just lucky you are cute." Drawing in a long breath she tried to ignore the tickling. Rough fingers curled against her own scalp. "My parents are going to kill us if they find out about this. Me first probably." "I thought that Brits were all about keeping bloodlines pu-owww! Come on!" Away from two painful pinches Eddie sat up before leaning back on his hands. "Geez you are really are violent aren't you?"

"My mother does worship bloodthirsty demoness' so." After a dance of brows Abby moved to lie on her side once more. Every time one of them shifted away the other came closer. She plainly knew what was going on and was frankly alright with it. "There is no bloodline mixing going on here, okay?"

"I know, I was just teasing, Abby." The mathematician gave his head a good shake to clear out the last of sex laden cobwebs. They were talking about witches, warlocks, and all that dark business. "So what about other demons? I mean if Pi can look like a real person and interact fine, you know even have a job? Are there others running around Devonshire?"

"Not that I know of?" When she shut her eyes Abby was plainly thinking hard. Cute creases appeared in her forehead where she worried about getting wrinkles juts as her mother had. Genetics doomed everyone in the end. Well those not willing to bathe in the blood of ritually slaughtered virgins. Unfortunately Abby fell into that category, for now. "From what I've read most of the time demons can't exist on Earth for very long, nor can angels any more. Something about the world changed, mm, around the age of enlightenment. So the best you've got now is possession, the occasional binding circle or those without bodies."

"Math." Eddie blurted out before getting the queerest look from Abby. "Pi explained it to me and I guess that must be why she can exist here so easily. She's the representation of the number Pi; some folks say it is the devil's number that it has the blueprint for reality in it. Well, the more secular the world becomes, the more it relies on math and science the less that Heaven and Hell can interact with it. Simply put mmm."He curled in his lips. "Well I guess it's not simple. It would be like bringing a baseball bat into a cricket game. You wouldn't get to use it and it would be thrown out eventually. Okay I guess that's not really a good analogy."

"No, no." Waving off the bit about not being good Abby sat up now too and swept errant hair from her face. "So that's the reason then? I mean I've heard my peers and betters talk about how the circles seem all wrong now. Everyone assumes there was just some aspect of the art lost with the Inquisition or something." She licked at her lips pushed back open the book. "But what if it's just simply math has changed? The way if expressing the world has changed."

"Exactly. Pi, well she wants to help me change it again." Instantly regretting what he just said Eddie grimaced. He wasn't sure if Abby should know that fact but it was too late now wasn't it? Damn it.

"Really now?" Curiosity flared in Abby's gaze. Back away from him she shifted and wool cover bunched at the back of her ass. The born again witch peered down at the book. Fingers traced of the symbols on a page before she flipped to a summoning circle. "To make hell on earth or something terrible akin to that?"

"No. Apparently," The nerd's voice dropped to a whisper. "The idea is to make human reality more restrictive. It seems Hell is okay with losing Earth if Heaven can't have it either. I mean I guess they feel it's a bigger middle finger to God."

"Huh?" Abby tilted her head to the side, lips pursed. "It's different than either side portrays things but I could see how it would work. It's winning in a backhanded way. It's meaner when you think about it and a lot more self-sacrificing than any would expect. So she's the embodiment of Pi? Wow. I thought it was pie, like the euphemism."

"Oh! No. No. So I guess that's why she can stay here. I'll just have to ask Pi about the demon thing. I hope the answer is no really from the worry you have. I mean can you imagine how messy it will get with witches and warlocks, and demons!" Eddie grumbled.

"And angels, you can't forget angels. From what Father says they are really the worst." First standing up Abby was glad her legs were working again despite thighs feeling a bit like pudding. She trotted over to get herself a third water to and reflected on how decadent she felt right now. Prancing about, post sex, just in underwear and in a barn? And the sex happened to be with a cousin, albeit a distant one. She was definitely going to Hell but right now she felt giddy and empowered. "He told me that he met one once and they are nothing like helpful little fat cherubs."

"Pillars of salt and all that? Yeah old testament angels aren't exactly cuddly are they?" Eddie admired her behind and plainly so. "Well let's hope none of those are hanging around either. So there is some sort of almost mathematical basis behind the spells in here?"

"Well some of them. Sacred geometry, correct sigil placement, unholy angles and all that." Abby slowly posed, just for him. She even gave her head a snap to make lush hair cascade. While she knew she was not even close to as hot as Pi the artist was pretty sure she was a stunner. "So I guess so? I've never really been stellar at math."

"I see. Well would you mind showing me the base principles? I mean not right now and I don't want to sign any black book or become a warlock or something but," With a sigh Eddie turned to look at the book and brows unknowingly across dark secrets. "If I can grasp the math behind it, well I don't know. I might be able to figure out things in my head. Unholy angles you said? That sounds very Lovecraftian."

"Save we don't actually live in an uncaring universe." Moving gracefully on the balls of bare feet Abby stroked nails across his strong shoulders once she was near again. Eddie was no bit of beefcake but he was just right between her thighs. "God exists and the Devil exits and they both care about us very much, but in different ways. I can't really say which is worse." Lovely throat flexing as she gulped Abby glanced up but at nothing in particular. Apparently they had a barn cat? She swore she saw the shape of one move up there in the rafters. The deep question however prevented her from trying to seek the feline out. "Okay I will show you some of the basics and see if your keen little mind comes up with the math behind it because the idea is lost on me really. Just, let's keep this between you and me? All of it?"

"No telling Pi?" That struck Eddie is wrong. "Well, I think at the very least she should know that we've had sex. Are we going to keep having sex?"

His eyes said please and that made Abby smile like a schoolgirl. "Yes we can keep having sex now and again and yes... I guess you can tell her if you feel it is important."

"I do. However for now I think you and I need to just lay here and what's the word, snog?" He did his best to be debonair with a slow cant of the head and a stretch that wasn't quite all that.

Trying very hard not to laugh Abby finished off her water. "Snogging it is then."

Off-white for very good reasons the demonic pussy cat moved deeper back into the recesses of gloom above. The mistress was going to be very interested to learn about everything that had gone on tonight and that indeed Pi was up to the same game as always. Wiggling through a hole she'd found while eating spiders earlier the transformed imp picked her way carefully along old boards before leaping down to the ground. It was a real shame that Aphex wasn't hanging around though; she hadn't seen him in forever.

Long tail curled into itself and Tangent stepped in the spaces between. A ripple of steam was left behind. Hopefully the Mistress had everything packed in Paris. She didn't want to do any heavy lifting, just her Aphie.

Fin



Family Matters



This is my first story of any kind, sexual or otherwise. Pure fiction, and fun to write.

-Eldon132 

*****

There had always been a certain amount of sexual tension between Mick and his niece Ann since the time she had turned 18. Just flirting, but on occasions when Ann visited mick's Mother's she would do something that had Mick thinking that it could be more. 

Once Mick and his wife Abby came over while she was in town on a visit, his mother asked him to fetch Ann from the deck only to find her sun bathing topless. Ann made no attempt to cover up, as Mick stammered and tried to keep it together, Ann looked him up and down. 

Then said, "You like what you see Uncle Mick?" 

He croaked, "Your Grandmother would like you to come in and visit." 

"You really didn't answer me Uncle Mick?" she smirked. 

"Yes," was all he could muster as he turned to retreat. He tried to rearrange himself before going back inside and he heard her say. 

"Uncle Mick did I just make you hard?" She chuckled as he closed the door behind him.

From there on it was game on for her, she would take every opportunity to go with Mick to pick up food for family gatherings, beer runs and any other excused to get him alone. While nothing really ever happen, she would make sure to dress with as little on as she could get away with and tell him what she liked from men. It was almost more than Mick could take. He would come home after these forays so horny that he could barely wait to attack Abby. 

One time he had Abby suck him off as they drove home. Abby asked him, "What has gotten into you?" 

He couldn't tell her that it was her favorite niece who he really wanted caressing his balls and devouring his shaft, or how much he'd love to be licking Ann's pussy instead of hers. He felt guilty and confused. How messed up is that? He thought.

Luckily the visits never lasted long and he never got the chance to act, but the thought was always lurking in the back of his head that he could have Ann if the situation arose. He was determined not to be the aggressor. 

He would often masturbate in the shower thinking of finding Ann sunbathing in the nude, asking him to put tanning lotion on her, finding her pussy open and willing for his attention, slowly moving up her thighs and licking her pussy lips, moving up to her clit. 

Then he would work two fingers in her hot box and bring her to a thunderous climax. He would explode in the shower, but it was always just a fantasy.

Then it happened, his worse fear, a visit to Ann's folks in Austin. Ann was now Twenty-seven and really put together in the right places. She had an athlete's body, perky tits and a very pretty face, all the things that got Mick's motor running. 

He had hoped that Ann had forgotten the teasing that she'd done to him a few years earlier. His family being always present kept it to a dull roar, but he was picking up vibes that all was not forgotten with Ann either. He kept His distance because he knew if he didn't Abby would start to get suspicious. 

Then a long night with thes with too much wine found Mick alone in bed the next morning. He got up expecting to find Abby, the kids and in-laws in the kitchen, only to find no one home. It was ten o'clock when he looked at his watch thinking that they were probably out on the deck. When he went outside Mick found only Ann lying on a chaise lounge chair. 

"Hi, Uncle Mick," Ann grinned, "it's just you and me." "Mom and Dad took Auntie Abby and the kids shopping this morning, they didn't want to wake you, I told them that I'd entertain you once you got up." 

The sly smile when she said that last bit made Mick's cock twitch. She immediately noticing the tent in his sleep pants, got up and let out a moan. 

"Glad to see that I've still got it." 

"W-what?" he said trying to act surprised. 

"That," she said, pointing to the growing erection blossoming. Ann walked by him, hips swaying and said, "Lets get in the hot tub, I fired it up this morning, hoping to get you and me in it today. Or should I say you in me today?" 

Mick knew he wasn't going to refuse, but didn't want to seem over willing so he said, "Maybe I should leave?" 

"Oh, no you don't." Ann retorted. "Besides, they took your van, and I have the keys to the folk's cars." "Now let's see what you've been keeping from me all this time? Get in the hot tub."

She walked to the tub and started to do a slow tease, unbuttoning her blouse, the right breast and then the left. She let the blouse fall to the ground and said, "I think you've met the twins? Do you still like what you see?" 

"Most defiantly." He replied. 

She then dribbled off her shorts, exposing her pouting, wet pussy and said, "You like my piercing?" 

How'd he miss that? She had a small ring on the side of her left pussy lip. "My God," He groaned, "You are the most beautiful creature I've ever seen." 

She grinned, "Thanks, now it's your turn, off with the pants and tee shirt, in that order." 

He was beside himself as he gulped and slowly complied, as his cock was loosed from his pants Ann smiled and thought to herself that this was about the naughtiest thing she'd done yet. He stepped out of his pants and she started a slow sexy walk towards him, licking her lips and playing with her perky nipples. 

By the time he'd pulled his shirt over his head she was right in front of him. She reached out to caress his raging dick, their mouths met for the first time. She had the longest tongue of any girl he'd ever met, she snaked it down his throat so far that he nearly choked. 

Her nipples felt like bullets piercing his chest. Just as fast as it had started, she broke the kiss and headed for the hot tub. She had come close to devouring his cock when she first saw it, but had decided to put off that plan for a while.

Stepping in the hot tub Ann called over her shoulder, "Coming?" 

His head was swimming and he just stood there, he knew that what he was about to do was wrong, but damn she was hot. "What if they come back?" he asked. 

"Don't worry they'll be gone for hours, besides I'm supposed to take you to meet them for lunch at one or so." 

"Christ, you've thought of everything didn't you?" he chided. 

"Yep," she smiled, "including getting you naked, now get in." 

The bubbles in the hot tub were lapping at her tits; she beamed as he stepped into the tub. Ann snuggled up against him in the tub and started to stroke his cock. 

"Comfy?" she asked. 

"Mmm", was all the response she got. 

Ann then sat up on the edge of the tub and said, "I'm hot!" 

"You certainly are." He quipped. Mick stood up, leaned over and took one of her nipples in his mouth. 

Ann was moaning with pleasure as Mick was alternating between her tits squeezing one and sucking the other. He stood up and parted her legs thinking of going in for the kill. 

She placed her hand on his chest and said, "Uncle Mick, my pussy is not for you to fuck." 

He stopped, confused, had he heard her wrong about what she wanted him to do to her? She continued, "I don't take the pill, and don't intend to, so you can play with it, finger fuck it, and lick it to your heart's content, but I'm not going to have to explain to Mom and Dad how Uncle Mick got me knocked up, OK?" 

"Would you like to kiss it?" she said. 

He didn't have to be asked twice, so he got on his knees in the tub and slowly started his exploration into her pussy, licking the lips on either side, putting one, then two fingers inside, it was like touching fire as he finally started in on her clit. Ann was moaning and writhing on his fingers and tongue. 

She tasted delicious and she was so wet. She groaned and started her climax; it was amazing how similar she sounded to Abby. Loud orgasms must run in the family he laughed to himself. 

Ann Screamed, "Shove your fingers in...shove your fingers in." 

As she finally regained herself, she said, "get your ass up here," Patting the edge of the hot tub.

He did as he was told and places were traded. Ann got between his legs and quickly engulfed his cock. She had noted that Uncle Mick's dick wasn't particularly long, but it was thick and the head of it was wide and purple and felt like velvet. He was dribbling pre-cum from the head of his cock and the salty taste was making her wet again. Her tongue was magical, even all the way to the hilt of his dick she managed to lick his engorged balls. 

"My word girl, can you suck," He croaked, as his breathing became ragged. 

Ann knew that Mick was close, so she gave him one more bob to the hilt, sucked hard all the way back out and made an audible "POP", as she released his cock from her lips. 

Mike whimpered as she let go. "Why'd you stop," he whined. 

Ann smiled a wicked smile and said, "Because I need you in me, now." 

Puzzled, he said, "But I thought you said that I couldn't fuck you?" 

She looked at him and chuckled, "I said that you couldn't fuck my pussy, that isn't the only hole that I've got you know?" She thought that it was so fucking cute that Uncle Mick hadn't thought of that. 

"But won't it hurt?" Mick retorted. 

"Uncle Mick I've had more dick in my ass than most women have in their cunts in a lifetime. It's OK I can handle you." 

Mick hadn't even tried to get Abby to do anal; now his minx of a niece was going to let him do it to her? 

She positioned herself on a towel on all fours on the deck and said, "Lube yourself up with the tube next to the hot tub." 

He picked up the tube of lube squeezed a glob of the stuff on his dick and worked it in. He almost lost control just rubbing the lube on his dick. 

"Now my ass needs some attention with that stuff," she moaned, "You need to loosen me up, it has been a while since I've handled something that thick." 

He moved to her backside and squeezed out a good quantity of the stuff on her little rosebud. She was already on fire and could've taken him then, but wanted to prolong the pleasure that she was giving and receiving. 

"Put your finger in me to work the lube inside." She begged. 

Mick started with one finger, then two, Ann was about to lose it again when she screamed, "Put that fat cock in my ass, please." 

Mick slowly started to push the head of his cock into Ann's ass and at first he didn't think that it would fit. 

"You're too tight," he said, just then it pushed through the tiny hole. 

Ann let out a cry like someone being tortured. Mick started to pull back and Ann cried, "Don't you dare stop, keep going, just take it slow." 

Mick slowly added pressure as Ann moaned inaudible babble, when he was halfway in he felt the tension ease, he pushed all the way in. The sensation was incredible, like nothing he'd ever experienced, so tight, so warm, he started back until the head of his cock met the resistance of her entrance. 

"Now, fuck me hard." Ann said regaining her voice. 

He pumped in and out like a man possessed, his balls were already churning up a load of cum, Ann was bucking back into him meeting thrust with thrust. Her own orgasm was moments away, as Mick started pumping load after load into her wanton ass. She felt the first spasm of Mick's cum shooting into her. Ann lost control, Mick and her both howled like wolves at the moon. He was sure the neighbors would think a murder had just taken place, but he really didn't care.

They both lay on their sides with Mick's cock still inside of Ann, until his cock withered and Ann's anus pushed it out. 

Ann recovered first and got up weak in the knees and nonchalantly said, "Well, we'd better get going, we need to meet everyone for lunch in about an hour." As she walked away with Mick's cum dribbling out her bottom. 

Mick thought to himself, what have I done?