Upstairs, my brother broke the ice by asking outloud, “Do you think she liked the idea? Do you think she’s ready? I mean, uh did you see her nipples jutting through her shirt? Jeez, I want to fuck that little piece of ass!”
“Slow down Will,” my mother cautioned. “Remember that she’s your sister even if it means only sex to you because I know it means the world to her.” He seemed appropriately chastened for a moment but never stopped stroking his firm cock. “I don’t want to scare her anymore than we already did. You two “volunteered” me to approach her about this situation so give me a chance to work it out.” My mother was either preaching calm or stalling for time. “But she does have a nice figure and I think she was getting into it.” Then she looked at my Aunt Lori and winked, “And wouldn’t it be sweet to have her licking our pussies?”
All three of them stared at the TV which was spying and filming me as my thoughts were elsewhere. They were rewarded with just the reaction that they hoped to see. As they followed my shaken demeanor like a pack of wolves sizing-up their unwary prey, they pointed out every tell-tale clue that the victim was ripe for the taking.
I was laying on the softly padded couch with one leg carelessly thrown over the back. Having found that reaching inside my damp shorts to caress my aching cunt was too confining and a bit messy, I had discarded both my skimpy shorts and my cotton briefs leaving me freedom to casually pluck at my engorged labia and moistened pussy. This also served to allow my voyeurs to catch me remotely, fingering and stabbing at my bare cunt. They instantly resorted to their own brand of mutual masturbation, which unfortunately at this time, I was unable to enjoy. There was never an instant in my life that I thought about laying on the couch fully exposed with my family only one floor above me, watching a porno and fucking myself with my sticky fingers. This entire situation only moments ago, would have seemed too much for me to imagine. In reality, it was not nearly enough.
A sensuous, subliminal tease had sparked a white-hot flame that now burned out of control in my loins. These hot juices left me to wonder if I was missing something in my life. I was saving myself… but for what? I had my sense of morals, but to what end? The images on the screen here and before excited me and my family’s illicit actions sorely tempted me, then my mom’s sexy introduction very nearly hooked me. I was alone in the dark playing with my pussy and wishing that someone, (someone very close and supportive of me,) would join me and teach me to be truly free.
In full view of my relatives in the living room and much to their deviant entertainment, believing that I had some privacy my fingers worked at the nobby button of flesh jutting from beneath its swollen hood, sending shock waves of energy that jolted my supine anatomy. My hips wiggled and lifted from the cushions as my exploring fingers tunneled into the warm wet cavern of my yearning cunt. My bare legs shivered and twisted, the painted nails struggling for traction in the material of the sofa, to keep my twitching frame from lurching off the end. My upper body squirmed and felt constricted by my clothing so with my other hand, I almost shredded my blouse and ripped my bra as I struggled to savour every inch of my curvy body. The sweat glistened on my chest and a small river of warm moisture slid through my cleavage and soaked the fuzzy, short hairs on my pubic mound. My left hand gripped and squeezed my firm damp breast and my fingers teased the pert nipple, causing even more ripples of lurid pleasure to course through my system.
I had no idea that I was performing this crude routine for a lively, lecherous audience. My mind was so fogged with the lewd scenario that had recently played before me and of the stimulating sexual tryst still on the screen, that the sudden realization hit me that no sexual situation could be so taboo if consenting adults found it so delightfully pleasurable. And my pleasure center was on overdrive. The darkened room brought anonymity and the smoky, sensual sound of uninhibited sexual gratification- sucking, slurping, moaning- flowed into my unconscious brain.
On the video, I heard the voice of the man asking the woman who was on her knees, if she could taste her sister’s pussy juice on his erect cock as he plunged it deep in and out of her slutty mouth. She couldn’t answer him more clearly than to mumble some muffled whimpers. Then he smacked the older woman on her bare ass, causing ripples to linger on her cheeks and thighs. “Are you ready,” he asked deviously, “To take my fat cock in your tight ass?” Her mouth was silenced by a bright orange ball-gag but her delirious moans of rapture told all.
In my agitated state, I capriciously imagined that the spread-eagled woman tied to the table was my mother and that the woman blowing her partner was my aunt. I cursed at myself for envisioning my mom and Lori as sexual playthings but then I recalled what I had witnessed and the arousal in my hot cunt was intense. My wandering digits finally found the exquisite prize that they had been insearch of.
The soft tip of my middle finger was massaging that elusive lump just under the roof of my tingling pussy. My pelvis was undulating and the warm fluid percolated between my thighs. Then it hit me with full force. It was the same as if my finger was in an electrical outlet. It had begun slowly as if a tease, but then took off like a rocket. A shock rocked my body and I began to twitch violently. My naked and soaked anatomy screwed itself into the sofa, flexing with each eruptive spasm. My hips bucked in the air and electric twinges of delight coursed through my limp torso from my frazzled blonde mane to my pink-painted toes. I had no control. My insides turned to liquid and my muscles to jelly. The shaking lasted for five minutes and the convulsions visibly vibrated my sodden flesh. It was thunderous.
It was magical. And it was all-consuming. When it subsided, I fell back as if intoxicated.
As I slowly recovered, I realized that no matter how it had occurred, I didn’t want this feeling to end. For my own selfish pleasure, I was picturing Lori and mom being fucked and used as submissive sluts and enjoying every bit of it. And it drove me wild. My insatiable pussy was on fire. My butt and back were drenched in sweat and thick, oily liquid oozed from my pussy. I used the lubrication to continue to glide my cum-slickened fingers along the petal-like lips of my distended cunt and thrust them inside the fiery entrance to my pleasure center. I even dipped the wet digits in my mouth, to taste the tart flavor of my cunt juice. For added inspiration, I took a new look at the dirty movie playing before my wide eyes. It wasn’t merely my vivid imagination but yet, I had visualized that I was watching the women in my family being forcibly raped, and I loved every second of it!
Now that the fog had lifted, I could see clearly that the younger blonde was indeed my Aunt Lori because she was suddenly standing at the far end of the pool table facing the camera and was completely naked. She was holding the head of the other woman to her crotch, allowing that woman to tongue her clit. And that woman, as I saw now because the young man had mounted her from behind and was tugging her wet, blonde hair in his fist bringing her face into view, was my mother! My brother, with his gorgeous cock, was driving it deep and hard into my mom’s inviting ass while she was thrusting her pointy tongue into my aunt’s clean-shaven and dripping wet pussy. And nothing- heaven help me- could have excited me more!
I gawked at the sordid scene while my rapturous body squirmed in ecstasy. What was happening to me? I was not only condoning the taboo tryst, but I was also imagining the part that I might be chosen to play in it. Incest simply became another word for pleasure in my mind. Upstairs, I had thought what it might be like to see them all naked. Here, I just saw on tape, what they all looked like while they were fucking each other. And at this moment I would have sucked that big cock and taken my mom’s place on the table while Will raped my virginal ass. I didn’t know what was becoming of my morals, but I knew that I was so incredibly horny right now, that I would take any position in their incestuous orgy.
On the monitor in the living room, my lusty behavior was being enacted in stark detail. Though they couldn’t “see” the moral dilemma that tortured my nerves, it was entirely evident that my supple form was racked in sexual agitation. My body writhed in the throes of ecstasy. I had just experienced multiple orgasms and was not ready to stop. My nipples were perky and firm. Both hands roamed freely over my sensuous body. My mouth hung open and drooled, while my legs were spread wide and my fluids seeped down my thighs. I was moaning and whispering filthy phrases of passion. And I couldn’t pry my eyes from the erotic video on the big screen.
It felt to me, as if the strange sexual confrontation with my family was months ago and miles away. I was so caught-up in my own self-flagellation that a private, sensual experience that I normally practice behind closed doors, after everyone else has gone to bed, has taken hold of me with an all-consuming zeal that demanded to be fulfilled here and now. Nothing else of propriety or morality mattered. And I wanted more than fantasies to get me off. I wanted to taste those hairless, pink cunts. And to feel the expanding girth of Will’s hardening conk plunging forcibly into my straing pussy. If I only had the guts, I could have accepted their tempting offer. Why did I say no?
I envisioned an endless loop in my confused brain, where the three of them sat naked on the couch and beckoned me to join in their debauchery, mixed with the visual evidence of their incest. It was all too much. My body and brain were at odds. I was physically and emotionally exhausted. My eyes closed though my fingers continued to swirl around the pouty lips of my cunt as I faded into a dreamy haze. The fact that I was naked, drenched in perspiration and leaking pussy juice never entered my mind. I just needed rest.
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