Audrie saunters over to the three of us, smirking at Eleanor’s predicament, and then smiling deviously at the options she has before her. She plants her face into the midst of our defilement, and I feel her tongue slide from Tom’s balls, up my taint, through my slit, and then through Laurie’s exposed holes. My son, daughter and I moan in mutual satisfaction as we pleasure each other, and the wonderful step-mother services us from below. I remove my invading digits from Laurie’s slit and let Audrie do the work for us, and then cup my beautiful daughter’s face in my own, and bring her forward for a kiss.
ELEANOR
“Gaaah!” I scream, reveling in the brutality of Bradley’s drives as he forcibly expands my anus, “Is Viagra deductible for AARP members, old man?!”
“Do you even have a driver’s license yet?” Bradley growls, his pelvis smashing into my ass, his cock piercing me so deeply, “Or does Mommy still have to drop you off at school?”
“I think your erection has lasted for too long,” I grin, exerted tones of pleasure leaking from my gritted teeth, “maybe we should call an ambulance for you.”
“I’m gonna need one just to get rid of all the STDs you’re giving me,” Bradley sneers, slapping my ass painfully as his foot pushes my face further into the cushions, “you Catholic sluts don’t know what condoms are.”
“Father forgive me, for I have sinned!” I scream, feeling the violent quaking in my depths rise with each brutal penetration of my ruined rectum, “I’ve taken advantage of a senile geriatric!”
“Holy father, save me,” Bradley snarls, “because I’m pretty sure Chris Hansen is waiting behind that door.”
I laugh gleefully and back my ass into Bradley, reveling in his combative nature, savoring the relentless brutality with which he regards me. My ass ripples and reddens with the impact of his pelvis and palm, my back arches into an agonizing wrench as my belly is forced downward, and my pelvis, pushed upward. I scream my ecstasy into the cushions, and claw desperately at the upholstery. God, it’s good.
SIERRA
Eleanor’s body shifts violently back and forth under my thrusting ex-husband as her screams carry from her mouth. Half her face is still visible beneath Bradley’s foot, and it’s a contorted mess of smiling, red lips, running makeup, and wide, green eyes. She shrieks the last throes of her orgasm as Bradley slaps the last of his malice into the reddened, supple flesh of her backside. She collapses beneath him, and he gives her a parting slap on the ass, before pulling out, and showering her with his seed. She moans in delight as her ruined complexion is desecrated further; grinding her thighs together in arousal as cum rains into her hair, onto her face, and across her back. He regards her with a disdainful look, then chuckles, and helps her to her feet.
The feeling inside me is stirring to its precipice, but I hold back on it, watching my ex-husband expectantly, waiting for him to finally take me. I moan and shift on my son, presenting my body beneath my daughter, calling for him, waiting for him, but he doesn’t look my way. He takes Eleanor by the hips and kisses her; deeply, passionately, lecherously. He doesn’t even look at me. You’re done with that redheaded whore, Bradley! Come to me! He just keeps kissing her, ignoring me, pretending I’m not there. He’ll never touch me again. He’ll never love me like he used to. He’ll cast me out after this, and never let me see him again. I know these fears are irrational, I know they’re just my emotions playing with me, but I can’t help but feel them. Eleanor breaks from the kiss, smiling lustfully, and then whispers something in his ear. He turns to me, and regards me with a passive, studious gaze. I smile warmly, hopefully, trying to cast aside the fear that creeps within my chest. He stares dispassionately for a moment longer, and I feel the anxiety brimming at the corners of my mind. Finally, he smiles, and my heart leaps. His grin broadens as he walks over to me, and Laurie tactfully dismounts; taking Audrie by the hand and grinning back at me from ear to ear.
“Your fiancé is fucking crazy.” Bradley smiles as Eleanor limps behind him.
“She’s not my-”
“I know, Sierra,” Bradley chuckles, “no shit.”
Bradley takes my thighs in his hands, and I spread them, shaking in anticipation, tremoring in the pleasure of my sodomy. He smiles down at me, and slowly, he enters me. My heart jumps with joy as his rigid love presses into my delicate heat. I clench around him in a lustful, warm embrace as the last inch of him pierces me just right. He groans in satisfaction as I take him, and I lean forward, curling myself upright to meet him. Our lips connect in a loving embrace, and he kisses me just like he did all those years ago. The passion, the desire and the love burn from his lips and tongue, and placate my lust in a way only he ever could. I melt in his mouth, and wrap my legs around his waist, taking him deeper, feeling him pulse within me next to his son. The aching, wonderful pleasure seeps into my depths, and brings about a growing pressure that rises within me. Muffled cries and moans pour from the crease of my kiss, but I don’t break from it. I gyrate and move in congruence with my son and lover, and rise with them, feeling them ascend in the same euphoria that takes me. A chorus of our lust exalts from our mouths as the feeling bursts, and we fall together in the final satisfaction, our bodies mingling and our hearts loving. I feel the soft, female bodies of Eleanor, Audrie and Laurie entangle in the pile, and I feel the exhaustion of the day wear on me. I see it in all their faces; the tired, but content look that droops their expressions, and gives them blissful grins. As my heart slows to its normal cadence, and the satisfied sighs fill the room, I nuzzle my head against my son’s chest, and savor the weight of his father atop me. Then, I fall asleep.
Epilogue
Tom, Laurie and Eleanor did end up going to prom that year. Tom’s date was Eleanor, as originally planned, but even after her abrupt breakup with her longtime boyfriend, Laurie did not go stag. No, the entire student body whispered and gossiped as Laurie Baker, captain of the gymnastics team and valedictorian of the junior class, showed up to prom with the most beautiful blonde woman the small, Nebraskan town had ever laid eyes on. At first, the spectators thought it was just a stunt, but then they saw the way the two women danced with each other. Rumor flew like wildfire that Laurie Baker was a lesbian, but the rumors didn’t bother her. She had the hottest date at the dance, and the way to the two women moved together drew the eyes of every swinging dick and jealous twat in the gymnasium. Some people called the dancing ‘pornographic,’ those of a more progressive mindset called it ‘art,’ but most agreed that it was just ‘hot as fuck.’ Later that night, all rumors of Laurie’s homosexuality were dispelled during the after-party at the Baker’s house. Without going into gratuitous detail (as I believe this author has done quite enough of), I’ll just summarize the events that occurred in the house as quoted by dazed patrons seen leaving the property.
“Holy fucking shit, those bitches are crazy.”
“Can I confide something in you? I’m in love with Laurie’s mother.”
“There are no virgins leaving that party. Dude, I’m serious; they let everyone have a turn.”
“Eleanor did things to me… terrible, wonderful things.”
After the infamous party at the Baker’s house, Tom graduated high school, and decided to live at home and attend the local community college. Bradley and Audrie Baker soon moved in with Sierra, Tom and Laurie, and Eleanor managed to talk her parents into letting her live with the Bakers as well. From all reports, it sounded like Eleanor’s parents didn’t need much convincing. Needless to say, after a few months, all of the women of the house were knocked up. It was a coin-toss to guess who the father was, but none of the prospective mothers cared to find out. Nine months later, the Baker house became a three-generation family, and the familial debauchery dwindled as child-rearing came into focus. That’s not say the debauchery stopped completely, it just wasn’t the daily thing it was before. Years past, and the family grew, and changed. Audrie and Eleanor became fast friends, and scoured the town for unsuspecting men (and women) to take back home. Strangers walked into the Baker house, stayed the night, and then left with a very different perspective on life. Most of the people Audrie and Eleanor dated did not become long-term relationships, but they did end up finding a set of twins, a brother and a sister, who became permanent members of the family. The youngest generation of the family grew into maturity, and the adults took it upon themselves to teach their children all about the birds and bees. I’d like to say the whole thing ended happily ever after, but a gas leak eventually blew the place up.
Author’s Note
Thanks to everyone who read and enjoyed “Well, That Backfired.” I never intended it to be a series, but the first one was too popular not to write a sequel. Obviously, the third act of the series is much longer than the other two, because it was originally designed to be split into three parts. I decided to keep it as one long chapter, because I didn’t feel like submitting three different stories at once. Also, I know the ending’s kind of weak, but after writing 23000 words of smut, the will to author a climatic finale just isn’t there. Once again, thank you all, and like always, please leave your thoughts and criticisms.
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