Gerald was watching me watch his mother, smiling oddly, and waited
until she was seated. “She has been the best fuck so far Liam. Odd
isn’t it that Christine who is the best looking girl at school is
almost a dead fish in comparison?”
I quickly stole a look at the two ladies to see if they minded Gerald
speaking about this before them. Theresa in particular I studied, she
did not even seem to hear her son, spooning out her food before
returning the food back onto the table.
He turned his head to look at his sister, almost fondly, “Sara now,
she fucks like she can’t get enough – always acting like its Christmas
morning. She is definitely the tightest of the girls I’ve banged so
far as well.”
My eyes turned to Sara to see her looking proudly at her older brother
with something akin to adoration and love, her nipples now puffing out
from her small breasts. To me, Sara was always a pest – arguing with
her brother and calling us ‘nerd’ and ‘dork’ – even at her young age
she recognized that we were loosers.
Gerald took a mouthful of mashed potatoes and swallowed before turning
to his sister again, “How did it go with Angel?” He looked at me
momentarily and explained, “Sara’s best friend.”
Sara was bubbling with excitement, bouncing in her chair expectantly.
“Oh Gerald – it went better than we had hopped. She was really
nervous at first but after we kissed for a while she allowed me to go
down on her and then she just went wild!” She bounced on her chair
clapping her hands happily. I look at the rest of her family to see
them smiling almost proudly, happy at the news the youngest girl had
brought to the dinner table.
In a while, after listening to Gerald ask about the most intimate
details of a girl I probably had never met but had evidently had
ordered his sister to seduce, Theresa stood up to start to clean the
table. Gerald told his sister to go upstairs and study, she pouting
as she strode dejected out of the dinning room.
That left Gerald and I alone. “Well, what do you think?”
He was grinning ear to ear and I knew there was only one answer. “I’m
a little stunned Gerald – but all I can say is ‘holy fuck’!”
Gerald broke out laughing. “I was nervous about how you would take it
– with mom, Sara and all?”
A shiver ran up my spin when I realized that he could have controlled
me if my answer had been different – making me do anything he wanted
me too, perhaps humiliate me in public as he had done to Jamie. I
realized suddenly that I didn’t want to be out of control, to have
someone else pick the direction of my life, of every action in my day.
That meant, no matter what, I had to play along – had to ensure Gerald
continued to think of me as his closest friend and confidant.
I laughed as well. “So only the three – with Angel in the wings?”
Gerald smiled proudly, “Three more. Nothing regular – but some nice
cunt for when I’m in the mood.”
He was creating a fucking harem!
His fingers rose one at a time as he told me their names – our
middle-aged strict English teacher, a girl our age that lived next
door and her mother.
“Wow Gerald – I’m, like, fucking jealous buddy!” I really wasn’t, I
was nearly sickened – this was never how our fantasies were ever
voiced. They were about kissing the girls closer to our age, closer
to our peer group – about how it was supposed to work, sex I mean.
He grinned, “No need to get jealous Liam – I fully intend to share
with my best friend!” Laughing with pleasure he came around to stand
before me, sticking out his hand to shake – mirroring his grin, his
laughter, I shook his hand firmly.
-*-
“So who is going to be your first Liam?”
My mind was cloudy with wild emotions, with excitement and lust. Upon
the marble table before us lay Sara on her back, naked, her hand
aggressively moving up and down her tiny hairless sex, it looking wet
and very pink. Gerald had suggested the show after we had left the
dinning room – and his younger sister had been all for it, laughing
with pleasure to perform before us. Conveniently forgetting her
homework.
To push for more time to answer I brought the beer bottle up to my
lips for another gulp. Gerald, next to me, did the same. Across from
us, watching her daughter closely, Theresa sipped at her wine. “I
will need some time to think about it Gerald.”
I felt my buddy nodding next to me as he too watched his sister’s tiny
lolita thin body work itself into a sweat. She was so thin, you could
see every muscle in her body tense as she worked at bringing herself
closer to orgasm. The orgasm that her brother had ordered, but had
told her not to achieve without his permission.
“It happened almost accidentally for me Liam.” Another draw of beer.
“I was practising with my new power – having mom and Sara wear
revealing clothing around the house – when I caught Sara playing with
herself in her room one night. I had her come into my bedroom and we
had sex. It was my first.”
What had he been doing in her room anyways at night?
“I stayed home from school next morning and after dad and Sara left, I
fucked mom.” My eyes moved back up to the voluptuous woman looking
anxiously at her masturbating daughter, saw how her wide nipples were
now tight and wrinkled, her knees clenching together periodically.
“They were so different and I was insatiable.”
Silence, except for the pants from the teenage lolita playing with
herself before us – the movement of her sweaty body upon the smooth
marble, the sounds of her wet sex being manipulated, invaded, fondled.
“How did it start with Christine?”
Gerald laughed for a few seconds. “That was different. I wanted
something legit, you know what I mean?” I did – you can’t go make out
with your sister or mom at the movies like you could your girlfriend.
“But I also wanted the best – Christine was the obvious choice.”
My turn to nod, she was by far the hottest chick in school. “You said
she was not a good… in bed Gerald?”
A deep sigh, “Strange isn’t it? A body to kill for, every guy in
school gets hard when she walks by but when we fuck she just lays
there. I thought she was scared or something our first time but soon
realized she just didn’t have a clue what to do. Mom is the complete
opposite – she is by far the best fuck I’ve had.”
I looked from mother to daughter, and then back. There was something
to be said for the full breasts, round hips and jutting ass. It still
seemed strange to me that Theresa was better in bed than the best
looking girl in school. Christine. I will have to take Gerald’s word
for it though.
“Christine almost turned me off young cunt.” A sip of his beer, his
eyes locked on that place between his sisters thin muscular thighs.
“Almost!” Laughing. “Jane next door is the same, a great body, fun
to fuck but her mom was a better lay by far.”
Sara looked half mad with lust – her body quivering uncontrollably,
her muscles flexing and tensing wildly, her sex making the most
amazingly delicious sounds. Gerald and I sat quietly and watched the
show for another moment or two.
“We could make a trade Liam?”
“‘Trade’?”
Gerald nodded to his sister, “My sister for yours?”
A cold hand clenched my heard tightly but I tried to make light of the
question, “Which one – I have two?” One older and the other younger.
Gerald looked at me seriously and said, “Both of course.”
My mind was screaming for me to jump up and run out of there. This
was evil, it was wrong in so many ways. An image of my older sister
laying as Sara was now, performing so lewdly.
My shock must not have been totally concealed, “Don’t look so
surprised Liam. How many times did we drool over Amy these last few
years?”
To my embarrassment it was true. We had watched my gorgeous sister
from afar many a time – talking about her perfect tight ass, her small
firm tits, that way she seemed to draw every males eyes. Yet, it had
all been unreal at the time – it could never be true, a fantasy only.
We were just two guys talking trash in private right? I mean we
discussed the sexual qualifications about every woman we knew – and I
mean every one – my elder sister was no exception.
Gerald had admitted to me that he was spying on his mom a couple years
ago – sniffing her panties, watching her through the keyhole as she
showered – that sort of thing. He wanted me to be a part of this
conspiracy – suggested I do the same – I told him I was, but in
reality I didn’t have the nerve. Our mothers, at least to me, were
not sexual conquests so much as available bodies to look upon. We
were horny virgin teenage boys, anything with tits and an ass turned
our heads!
“Or even better, we could trade moms?” I looked to see the anxious
smirk on Gerald’s face.
I felt like punching him but took a deep breath to calm my sudden
anger instead. He had the power to ruin me, to humiliate me beyond
anything any bully had dared to do. And what about my family, my mom
and sisters – they will never be the same from his warped desires.
“If there was any regret, it was that I fucked Sara before mom. Take
my word for it Liam, mature cunt is the best.” He tilted his head
back and drained his beer.
What the fuck have I gotten myself into?
Theresa stood up upon shaky legs and left the room without a word.
Gerald laughed and nodded to the place his mother had sat naked – the
wet spot which could only be one thing! My god, do girls get that
wet?
“Mom gets wet in a stiff breeze.” That one statement seemed to be
enough for Gerald but it was a shocking statement to me.
She returned and handed her son a new bottle of beer, opened of
course. He gave her a long look before ordering, “Go to my room mom –
I’ll be up in a few minutes okay?” It really wasn’t a question.
Theresa shivered visibly and gave her son a wide pleased smile, then
turned to me politely, “Thank you for coming by Liam. Say hello to
your mother for me?” She then turned on her bare feet and rushed from
the room, giggling anxiously, her mature body bouncing lewdly with
each step. Obviously excited that her son would be soon having sex
with her.
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