A Family Situation Pt. 02

Literotic asexstories – A Family Situation Pt. 02 by kparc1212,kparc1212
I fell asleep to the sounds of my daughter groaning and my husband’s grunts as the two of them went at each other.

I awoke the next morning, my asshole burning and my pussy tender and sore. I was naked. I inhaled the pungent mixture of my husband’s, daughter’s and my own body odor and sex. I had slept in John’s room. As I pulled myself out of bed, my mind stumbled over the realization of how my life had completely changed since yesterday. There was a new hierarchy. I was now my husband’s and our daughter’s bitch. To be used and submit to any desire or degradation they wanted. The thought flashed through me. My husband could loan me out to any of his friends or colleagues or even strangers. I would have no say, no recourse, but to obey. And what humiliations our daughter, my precious Kelly, would force me to endure? A feeling of helplessness swept over me, yet there was a twitching in my loins. My pussy responding to the thought of having to submit to them. I had lost all power along with my dignity.

I walked to the door to cross the hall to shower and wash the evidence of last evening’s sexual escapade away, when I realized where I was in my son’s bedroom. John, yes John. Maybe I hadn’t completely lost all my power. I was going to seduce my son. I was going to control him, use him, have him please me as I wanted. I was going to keep him as he already was, a mommy’s boy.

I showered the crust off me, refreshing myself. Toweling dry and wrapping a towel around my head. I quietly walked into what used to be my and Jake’s bedroom. Now my husband’s and our daughter’s.

They were still asleep, cuddled together under the sheets. My beautiful, young girl, nestled against her father. I could see the outline of her slim, long leg, crossing over her daddy’s thighs.

A pang of jealousy shot through me, to trade places with either one of them. I wished I was the one she was cradled against and I also wanted to be the one pressed against my husband.

I sighed, retrieved the undergarments and clothes I needed for work and retreated back to the sanctity of my son’s room.

It knew it was Saturday morning and my boss had told our team not to bother to come in, but I also knew some staff would be in and I really needed to get out of the house and let my mind absorb what had taken place last night.

I dressed, fixed my makeup, brushed my hair and went down to the kitchen, fixed myself a cup of coffee in a travel mug, opened the door, looked up, and relived the image of my husband and daughter entwined under the sheets and the morning sex they would wake up too.

I felt envy, as I thought of Kelly waking, lowering her head and sucking her father’s morning wood stiff cock into her mouth as she smelled and tasted her own dried pussy juice that coated his cock. If only I had done that for him? Given myself to him, surrendered to his needs and secret desires, maybe, just maybe he wouldn’t have turned to our daughter.

And I would be the one wakening him with my mouth.

I got into my car, fastened my seat belt, and pulled out of the driveway. Leaving the house and the scene that was probably unfolding in my home.

Now, “How to seduce a 20-year-old boy?” I asked myself as I looked up into my car’s rear view mirror. Seeing my eyes staring back at me. The car behind me honked, letting me know the light had changed. I pushed on the gas and added, “When you’re a 44-year-old woman and his mother?”

I felt my pussy tingle at the thought. I smiled. My mouth, pussy and ass had gotten quite the workout the last night. Getting back to work was almost a blessing. Time to heal. But now, surprisingly, my mind wasn’t focusing on my husband’s and daughter’s relentless use of me the night before or on getting back to the office. It was on my son, John. What I wanted to do to him and more so, what I wanted him to do to me. But how?

As I walked into the office, I felt all eyes were on me as if they could tell just by looking at me that I had been used like a common street worker and by my husband and daughter no less. The thought made my pussy moisten. I made my way to my office, fixed myself a cup of coffee, clicked on the desktop and watched the computer load. My mind racing between thoughts of my son and the past evenings perversions.

Suddenly the door opened to my office. The boss poked his head in and asked politely how I was doing and I really didn’t need to be there. I hesitated, then stammered, that it was okay. He laughed and asked me if I could have the monthly reports on his desk by the end of next week. I smiled and answered that it would be no problem at all. Not letting him know they were already completed. I could now spend my time at work researching; “How a mother seduces her son into having sex with her”? And the bonus was I was getting paid to figure out the “how”.

The thoughts of my daughter and husband vanished as I clicked on my desktop, Googled free porn sites, picked XHamster, because it was at the top of a list. I typed in, “Mom” in the search bar and a video came up, “Stepmom and Stepson Love Affair”, close enough. So, let’s start the research with that one.

“WOW!” I thought out loud, what a great idea! Slow seduction. Not, get on your knees and suck his dick, but enjoy the process. Make him want you!

The video was semi-educational. The seduction seemed easy enough in a porn video: Wear a skimpy outfit, showing lots of leg and cleavage. Join the boy on the sofa where he’s watching TV and give the little unexpecting bastard a glass of wine. Then start massaging his cock asking if he’s “hard” from looking at his “mother” then, suck his cock. That simple. I laughed, “Sure it was.”

I leaned back on my desk chair, bit my lower lip and thought, “Maybe, again, it is, ‘that simple.'” But I knew an aphrodisiac that was better and more disinhibiting than wine, pot.

I know John smokes it. I’ve smelt it waffling out of his room all through high school. I’m not sure if he knew his father and I use to, but, God, what a way to break the ice, so to speak, get high with my son and fuck his brains out.

After briefing myself on motherly, incestuous, seduction, I glanced at the time. Almost 12!? Jesus time flies when looking at porn. I laughed at myself. The moisture and warmth from between my thighs made me aware that my sex scent was filling the room.

Just then there was a knock on my office door swung open. Again, it was my boss, but this time he stepped into my office. He started to ask me if I needed any office supplies and then stopped and asked, “Are you okay, your face is all, um, flushed?”

I smiled and replied I was fine, my office just seemed a little hot.

He nodded, and then asked if I needed anything. I told him, nope I had everything I need and thought, except for a nice young cock.

He turned to leave, adding, “Go home.” He stopped for just a brief second as if he was sniffing the air. My mind raced. “GOD! Can he smell me!?”

He then left, closing the door behind him.

Ok, that was enough. I shut off my computer and headed home.

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When I pulled into the driveway, both Kelly’s and Jake’s cars were still there.

I went around to the side entrance through the kitchen, expecting to see my daughter bent over the kitchen table being pumped viciously by her father. But the kitchen was empty. I opened the door to the dining room, still, they weren’t there either. When I walked into the living room, both were just sitting on the couch next to each other. They both turned their heads at the same time, looking at me. Then my daughter’s eyes narrowed, as if she was angry. My husband’s expression also changed. I stood there stunned. What did I do? What was wrong? I looked around me.

“God damn it mother!” Kelly screamed at me, “Can’t you remember the simplist of all fucking rules? Why aren’t you naked?”

I sighed, “Oh baby, I forgot. I’m sorry.” And started to pull off my suit jacket.

“Daddy, this bitch of yours needs to be punished. What are you going to do about this?”

I continued to undress, unbuttoning my blouse and letting it fall to the floor. Sliding my bra straps off my shoulders and the bra cups around to unsnap the clamps in the back. I tugged at the zipper of my skirt and wiggled out of the skirt, letting it fall to the floor with the rest of my clothes. I stepped out of my heels and I pulled down my pantyhose with my panties, I lifted one foot of the floor and then the other, tossing the pantyhose and panties to the side. I stood straight, now completely naked, staring at my husband and daughter.

They were looking at each other. Jake said, “Yes, she needs to be punished.” He glared back at me, stood up. He had on one of his short robes the cover just half his thighs, it was barely synched shut, the belt was loose. I thought, to give Kelly quick access to his cock, the slut.

He looked down at Kelly, a big smile on his face. “I have an idea.”

My daughter looked up at him, a slight grin on her face, “What daddy? Tell me?”

Jake stood there glaring at me.

He then turned and moved the coffee table away from the sofa, looking at Kelly he asked, “Honey, go to my bedroom and get me six of my ties. They’re in the closet on a rack.”

I was standing there, hands at my sides, in tight clenched fists as I watched my lovely, young, slim daughter leave the room. She was wearing a shear black robe and nothing else. Her cute little butt swaying side to side.

“Mary come here and lay down on your stomach on the table.”

I walked over to the coffee table as Jake cleared it. I lay down, my boobs pressing against the wooden top. I looked up at Jake, he was waiting for Kelly to return. He glanced down at me and smiled. “We’re going to have so fun now.”

Kelly returned with a fist full of ties. Jake took one and knelt in front of me. He took my wrist and secured it to the bottom of the leg of the table. Then he did the same to my other wrist. He then moved to the back of the table, gave my ass a quick hard slap and started to bind my leg just above the knee at the joint to the back leg.

“Kelly, go get some gauze pads from the medicine cabinet.”

She replied, “Yes daddy,” as she skipped out of the room.

Jake, bond my other leg to the table and stood. I was waiting for him to gag me. He moved over to the end table and picked up his cell phone. I strained my neck to watch him. Kelly was back in the room.

“Blindfold your mom. Put the gauze on first. I don’t want for her to see anything. Make sure she can’t. Okay, sweetie?”

“Okay daddy.”

She crouched down in front of me. Her smirk was the last thing I saw as she covered my eyes with the cotton gauze pads and fixed them in place with another of her father’s ties.

“Hey, are you busy.” My husband’s voice interrupted the brief silence. “Have you ever wanted to fuck my wife?” The bluntness of his question shocked me. Who was he talking to? Oh my God, is he offering me to the person on the phone? Who is it? One of our friends, a co-worker of his, one of his poker or golf buddies?

“Yeah, I’m serious.” There was a brief pause. “Now, right now. She’s all for it. It’s a little game we love to play. She’ll resist or tell you not to do this or that to her, but it’s just part of her act.”

Another pause. “It’s not a gag.”

“Great, how soon can you get here.”

“Fantastic.”

Jake had just invited someone over to, to, to, to use me! I pulled at the bindings. I began to panic. Who was it?

“Jake, please, don’t do this to me! PLEASE!” I begged staring into the darkness of the blindfold.

He ignored me, “Kelly, honey. You can’t be here. We don’t want them to suspect that there is something going on between you and me. Go to the den, lock the door and you can watch the action on the monitor.”

“Okay daddy.”

As Kelly was leaving the room, Jake shouted, “And don’t forget to record this!”

“I won’t daddy! I love you!”

Again, I pleaded, “Jake, no, please!”

“Shut up bitch. You broke the rule.”

“Hey man, you busy.” Jake was calling someone else? My mind raced. What have I gotten myself into? How could my husband do this to me?

The conversation followed the same pattern. The man on the phone questioning Jake in disbelief and then the question of when he could arrive.

“That’s two.”

Then again, “Hey, you busy.”

Jake went through his spiel. This time there was a twist.

“Sure, you can bring her. But there are going to be two other guys here.” A pause. “She’s okay with that. She just wants to see Mary get used. Fine, it’ll make for a fun afternoon and evening. See you soon.”

I was pinned to the coffee table. Helpless, vulnerable, my pussy and asshole completely exposed. I was in total darkness. Who had he invited over? OH GOD! What are they going to do to me? The image shot through me. I was going to be fucked. Skewered like a pig on a spit. I again pulled and twisted the binding. Tears welling in my eyes and then absorbed by the cotton guaze covering them.

I whimpered, “Please, Jake, don’t.”

I was answered with silence.

I bent my head down and felt my hair over my face. My neck tired from holding my head up. Then the quiet was pierced by the doorbell’s chime. I never heard it quite so loud. I jerked my head up, expecting to see, but I was in darkness.

I heard a man speak, who’s voice was that? I strained to hear him speak again, but it was my husband’s voice.

“SSSSHHHH, it’s a little game we love to play. She doesn’t know who I invited over, so if you are going to say anything whisper it. Two other guys are coming over and get this,” My husband was now whispering, it must have been a name, because he added in his normal voice, “is bringing his wife.”

Both men laughed.

My pussy tingled at the thought of this man, a man I knew, but had no idea at the moment who he was, is staring down at me, naked and fastened to a coffee table.

I heard him whisper to Jake, “And I can do anything I want to her?”

Jake reassured him with a blunt, “Yes.”

I could hear him move closer to me and circle the table. I imagined him staring down at my exposed back and ass. Then I felt a sharp sting on my ass as the sound pierced the air! I yelped! He had slapped me and slapped me hard across my ass! Then another and another. My fingers spread wide on my hands!

“OH GOD, DON’T PLEASE! I don’t want this! Please don’t!” I begged, I whimpered only to feel another sharp blow from his open hand.

“It’s all part of her act. She’s really getting off on it. Finger her pussy, I bet she’s wet.”

I then felt a finger run up the slit between my pussy lips. He spoke just above a whisper, “God you’re right. She’s soaked.”

My mind raced, “Who was that? I know that voice or do I? OH GOD!”

Then another slap, again I yelped, this one not as hard as the one before.

The doorbell chimed again!

I heard the front door open and my husband explaining the rule about only talking in whispers and how I was really into this, being treated like a slut, not knowing who the participants were, then when we were out shopping, at church, at an office party, or at the golf club, I wouldn’t know if this was someone that had used me, trying to figure out by the way someone was looking at me, that he or she was one.

I heard someone whispering, “You’ve done this before?”

Jake lied, “Just a few times.”

There was a soft round of laughter.

Then there was silence. I could sense them all standing around the coffee table I was strapped to, naked, staring down at my completely exposed body.

I started to become aware of the sour smell of my body odor and the scent of my day old stale perfume. My body’s contact to the coffee table was causing me to sweat, sticking to it.

Jake’s voice seemed to pierce the air, “Who wants to go first?”

There was laughter. Then I heard the woman whisper, “Don’t mind me. I’m going to enjoy seeing this stuck up bitch get what she deserves.” I heard the rustling of clothing, ‘Oh my God! They’re stripping.’

No one said a word. I could hear them moving about the room. Then silence.

I stared into darkness, waiting.

Suddenly, I felt someone grab my hair forcing my face up. A grunting, graveling, deep voice ordered, “Open your mouth.”

I obeyed, fear taking over, I wasn’t even thinking about trying to figure out who’s voice it was. He pulled tighter on my hair, I gasped and the head of his cock forced itself into my mouth. I gagged as he plunged it to the back of my mouth.

“God yes”. The man forcibly jabbing his cock into my face. What his cock lacked in girth; it made up for it in length.

He settled into a rhythm, rocking his cock back and forth into my face. His hands holding a tight grip on my hair, pulling my head up. I let out a small, “AH” sound each time his cock pushed against the back of throat. I felt so helpless, weak, exposed.

Then I felt two soft hands on each of my ass cheeks, spreading them gently apart. I hushed toned woman’s voice revealed the truth. “Her pussy is saturated. It’s almost dripping.” Then two fingers were inserted into my cunt up to the knuckle of the hand. They twisted and turned inside me. HER FINGERS. The woman was fingering my pussy. Not fucking it, just exploring the inside of its warm moistness. Pressing against the walls of my pussy. Then another finger pushed itself into me. Then the fourth digit invaded me. She pushed deeper, inserting her fingers until her knuckles were stretching my cunt wide open.

A loud sound escaped around the cock pounding into my mouth as the pain of her invasion continued. Making a fist, she twisted her hand around, forcing more of it into me. I tried to yell, “NO” but the sound that I made was inaudible. It felt like she was tearing me open. She seemed to delight in the sounds I was making, the torment and hurt she was causing me. She pushed even deeper. When I felt her thumb join the rest of her hand, I started to sob. Drool flowing from my mouth, onto my chin, dripping onto the floor.

She stopped pushing her fist inside me and started to twist it round. My sobbing continued.

When she gently massaged my clit between her index finger and her thumb with her other hand, it was like an electric shock shot through my whole body. My pussy contracted around her fist and I had the most violent orgasm of my life.

Another loud incoherent audible sound now filled the room. It was my scream of ecstasy coming from deep inside of me.

“The bitch is coming! OH MY GOD! She is a slut.” She spoke out loud, but I didn’t care who she was. I was in a total state of bliss as my body shook and gave into my contracting pussy around the fist inside me.

Then the cock inside my mouth poured a river of cum directly down my throat. I didn’t choke, I didn’t gag, I swallowed it greedily. Wanting, waiting for the next wave of pleasure to shoot through me and his next stream of cum for me to gulp down.

I breathed through my nose. The scent drove my pleasure further. The mixture of cum, my pussy scent, the pungent odor of my body filled my nostrils. I was everything they thought I was. I pathetic, worthless, self-deprecating bitch.

As my body stopped shivering, the cock slid out of my mouth and I felt a seam of cum spurt onto my face. His hand let loose of my hair and my head dropped off the end of the coffee table. The the woman pulled her fist out of my boarded out cunt. My thighs quaked uncontrollably. My mouth closed and my lips quivered.

My cunt gapping wide open as my pussy juice leaked out of me down my inner thighs.

Then I felt a fist against my mouth. “LICK IT! Suck it clean.” The woman was pressing her the pussy coated hand into mouth mouth. I licked, sucked and GOD HELP ME, savored the taste and smell of my own pussy. Lapping it up as a kitten laps up a bowl of milk. It was musky, pungent and sticky, I wanted more.

Just as I was enjoying myself, tasting myself, smelling myself on her cum coated fist, a COCK was jammed into my pussy. I yelped out loud to the amusement to my husband and the group gathered in my living room. They all laughed. My fingers spread wide, my toes curled to the unexpected invasion of my sore, plyable cunt.

Then as the cock started rocking back and forth into my sore, strained cunt, I remembered, MY DAUGHTHER WAS WATCHING ME BE DEBASED from the safety of the den. Shock, panic overwhelmed me for a brief instance, then the humiliation, the degrading of myself for my own daughter to see, it excited me. I wanted his cock in me. I wanted that cock to torture me, penetrate me, fuck me hard, like a stud fucks a mare. USE ME, destroy my pussy.

But he withdrew his dick. It slid out of my wide-open pussy.

“NO!” I yelled. Again laughter.

Then, I felt his hands on my ass cheeks, roughly spreading them apart. The tip of his cock pressed against my asshole. Again, I yelled “NO!”, again laughter. Then, in one thrust, his cock head popped passed the rim of my asshole and deep inside of me!

My sobbed loudly, my ass still sore for the treatment it has received the day before. I clenched my teeth as he grabbed hold of my hips and started to jack hammer his cock into my butt.

I felt a sharp sting on my face, “Open your mouth bitch.” I did as ordered and a stiff cock was jammed into my face. He pulled back, leaving just the tip in my mouth, “Suck on it!” Again, I obeyed as he pulled on my hair, forcing my head up again. I felt my body go limp as I was skewered between to cocks, like a pig on a spit. I was the pig. I was the meal. I was quenching their hunger. I was satisfying their lust. And, God forgive me, they were satisfying mine too.

The man behind me, grunted and shoved his dick so deep inside me, I felt his balls on my ass cheeks. Then he came. I could feel his warm cum saturating the inside of my butt. It stung as it penetrated the torn tissue inside me.

Then, the man’s cock inside my mouth exploded. My cheeks indented as I sucked the cum into my mouth, out of his cock, down my throat.

With the last twitching of each cock, they both pulled out of me at the same time. My head slumping down off the edge of the coffee table. My mouth opened as cum and saliva dripped out of me. My body went limp, draining from all three holes, my mouth, cum and drool, my ass cum and from my pussy, cum and my own juices.

I lay there, pinned down, defeated, humiliated and degraded.

I sensed someone kneeling next to me, I thought, ‘Oh dear God, what next?’ Then I felt the tie around my wrist loosening. I was being freed! I inhaled and my body relaxed now with a sense of relief. Then the other ties were loosened and removed.

My husband’s voice broke the silence. “Turn over on your back, we’re done.”

I pleaded, begged, my voice small, like a little girl, “No, please, no more. PLEASE!”

There was no laughter, just a hard slap across my ass and the woman in the room snorting, “Do it, turn over.” I thought I recognized the voice, but another wicked slap on my ass, took the thought away. I turned over and lay on my back.

This time my ankles were tied to the bottom of the coffee table legs and my wrists tied to the top. I kept staring into the darkness.

First, I smelled it, then it was lowered on my face. A pussy. A wet, warm, cum filled pussy. She moved it over my face, coating my face with the juices. Then she settled on my mouth. I needed no instructions of what was expected of me. I licked, sucked and lapped at her cunt as she squatted on my face. Her hands now placed on the back of my head, she forced her cunt into my mouth and she moaned in a groveling disguised voice, “Damn, your wife sure knows how to eat a pussy. I think she’s enjoying the combination of your cum and my pussy. She’s eating it up!”

Oh God, my husband has fucked her while I was being skewered like a hog.

Then, a mouth was on my pussy. Mimicking me, licking my pussy, sucking it, lapping up another’s man’s cum out of me. He then focused on my clit, sucking it lovingly between his lips. Who ever he was, he didn’t care that the other guys in the room knew he was eating cum along with my pussy.

The woman’s thighs began to shiver on either side of my head. ‘Dear God, she’s cumming!’ I sucked harder on her pussy, pushing my tongue inside her, wanting to satisfy her. Her thighs tightened around my head as she came, pressing my face tighter against her cunt with her hands.

Then she released me, let out a small moan and moved away from me. Before I could catch my breath, a cock was forced into my mouth and started to saw back in forth into my face. I had never had a cock in my mouth like this. I couldn’t ever suck it as it pumped into me. I gagged as spittle poured from the corners of my mouth. I didn’t notice that the one eating my pussy had stopped until I felt a cock, poke and jab into my well lubricated cunt. One of the men, started to knead and massage my tits, gently but firmly. There was a hint of laughter in the room as I lay helplessly on my back, being used. No dignity left.

The rest of the afternoon was blurred. I don’t remember how many times my ass was fucked, or my face raped or my poor pussy was fisted. All I do remember is the door closing and my daughter coming bounding into the room, squealing like the schoolgirl. She was and telling her father how much she enjoyed watching. How horny she was and how she needed to get fucked.

Jake stopped her, “Untie your mom first, let’s let her watch.”

Kelly untied me, then took off the blindfold. I was still on my back on the coffee table. I squinted as my eyes got accustomed to the light and I rubbed my wrists trying to get some circulation into my hands. I glanced over and there on the couch; Kelly already had her father’s cock in her mouth. Sucking on it, her slender fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, fisting it, trying to get him hard. I guessed he had cum a few times and needed some coaxing to get hard again. I lay on the coffee table, turning my head to watch. Envious of the relationship they had.

I finally moved off the table. Sat on the floor with my back against a chair and watched my daughter and her dad, FUCK. She sitting on his lap, riding him, occasionally glancing over her shoulder and smiling down at me.

When they were done and resting in each other’s arms, they both looked down at me smiling. Jake said quietly, “Mary, go clean yourself up. You reek.”

I lifted myself off the floor. I smiled at both of them and shuffled off to the hallway bathroom. I cold feel the cum and my juices dripping down onto my inner thighs. I turned on more time, back to the living room where my husband and my daughter cradled each other. Jake had called me by my name, Mary, not bitch or slut or some other derogatory term, but Mary. Maybe, somewhere deep inside of him, he still loved me, still had feelings for me, maybe.

As I showered away the debarchary off my body my thoughts drifted to my son. John would be home in a few days. The hot water cascaded over my. I held my face up into it. My son will be mine.