Then Billy just thought, “Drop to your feet and crawl backwards to our mother, you little brat.” Shawnee could do nothing but obey his thoughts. “Now stick your tongue out.” As he thought it, she stuck her long thick tongue out. “Get behind mum, take her panties off with your teeth, rim mum’s arse cheeks with your tongue, and enjoy it.” She dropped Tabitha’s pink panties to the floor, revealing her shaved pussy folds and phat arse, crawling underneath her mum, ’til her nose touched her butt crack. She forced her tongue between her mother’s cheeks, and started licking her butt out.
“Tabitha, grab her head and force her in deeper. Make sure that you enjoy it, mother.”
Tabitha grabbed her daughter’s golden locks, and pushed her face as deep as it would go without suffocating her; she started moaning loudly in pleasure. “That’s it, get your dirty tongue lapping mummy’s arse; rim it, baby. I want to fuck you my whore of a daughter!” she screamed at the top of her voice. Her daughter’s tongue flicked in and out of her crack; the more she was degraded, the more turned on Shawnee became– she was born to be a total bitch.
Billy sat on a chair, watching the show. He could not believe he held this kind of power over his own mother and sister. And what would he do next?
“Yes, I am going to pee in my daughter’s mouth. You would like that, wouldn’t you? Maybe you could even eat mummy’s scat.” she said, degrading Shawnee even more. Shawnee tried nodding her head, as she worked on Tabitha’s butt crack, still lapping away like a dog in heat.
Billy got behind his mum, pushed her on all fours, and grabbed Shawnee by her hair. “Sit and watch, you disgusting whore.” He slapped Tabitha’s phat rump, as he slid his shaft deep into her cunt, making her scream.”
“Mmmmm. Take your mommy, Billy, Make me cum like the whore I am, baby.”
He pumped her from behind, his hands groping her ample breasts, kneading and squeezing them with his hands. He felt the pressure inside his balls rise, as he pumped harder and stronger making his mum pant for more. Billy could not hold on any longer, and blasted jets of cum deep inside his mother’s womb, with Tabitha clenching down tight on his cock.
She turned her face towards Billy. “Oh, Billy Hardcastle, you are the best fuck I have had in very long time.”
Then, Billy grabbed Shawnee and pulled her to Tabitha’s pussy. “Lick my cum from our mother, you little fucking slag,” And pushed her face into her own mother’s pussy.
Shawnee started licking her mother’s pussy, constantly teasing her, sucking in the earthy, iron taste mixed with the salty trace of her brother’s cum; making her moan, with pure pleasure surging through her goosebump-covered, sweaty body. She was making her mum tingle and writhe on her long, thick tongue.
She did not know why she was doing it, but then, she did not care. She just wanted to have an orgasm surging through her body all of the time, and would never give up trying to make it happen.
“Now, taste the juice between your mouths, as you both suck on my shaft.”
They both dropped on their knees in front of him. Tabitha started licking on her son’s ball sack, and Shawnee popped the head of his shaft into her mouth, lapping at the pre-cum, making him moan with pure bliss as he grinned with pleasure. His mum and sister switched positions every few minutes, until he was ready to cum, when he squeezed both his mum’s and sister’s faces. He squirted his cum all over their faces, with cum dripping down their chins and leaking on their bare breasts, which were swinging perfectly.
Mother and daughter turned to face one another, and started licking the cum that was smeared all over them; their tongues dueling in each other’s mouth, their hands groping their naked breasts, twisting and pulling on their nipples, making them tingle with incestuous pleasure.
Mrs. Singh was opening up the school library, sorting through the books returned, and entering them on the school computer. Her light-brown complexion was contrasted nicely by her jet-black hair tied tightly back into a bun, her large, pure-blue eyes staring at the computer monitor.
She sat down at her desk, with a cup of coffee, taking a few sips, as she sorted out the rest of the returned books. As the bell rang for the first lesson of the day, there were students waiting to use the library already. Two of them were Billy Hardcastle and his best friend, Bobby Richards, who were standing, talking in the school corridor, about the new virtual reality headset. Billy did not know what other things his new headset and visor could do.
As they sat at a library table and pulled out their homework to finish, Mrs. Singh asked, “Ah, Billy, before you leave to class, could I have a word,” looking at him, sternly in the eyes.
“Yeah, sure, Mrs. S.” He smiled back, craftily looking at her heaving, jiggling breasts, hidden under her saree.
“That’s it, you’ve been rumbled. Mrs. Singh is on to you, stud,” Bobby said, jokingly…
Everyone had left except for Billy, who was helping. “So, what do you want with me, Mrs. S?” he asked, while trying to come up with a plan in his head.
“Billy, it has come to my attention that you come here nearly every day. So would you like to help collect the library books with me after school? It would only take about half an hour,” she asked, in her sexy voice.
Billy could feel her breath on his face, as she spoke; her pure-blue eyes glinting in the light. He thought quickly. “Yeah, would love to, Mrs Singh.”
“Great, Billy. That’s great, see you after last bell.” She smiled at him…
Billy’s last lesson was a free period. He headed down the upper hall corridor past several classrooms until he entered the library at the end. It was deserted, except for Mrs. Singh, who was tidying up the tables and chairs. As he closed the door, he locked it behind him.
“Hi, Mrs. Singh. I had a free period, so I thought I’d come over and start early.” he announced, as he watched her curvaceous butt bent over in front of him, which gave an instant boner.
“Good. Can you start sticking the books back on the right shelves. And th–”
She stopped mid-sentence, and turned to face, Billy his eyes focused on her body. She did not know what she was doing; it seemed like her body was not hers to control. She felt physically attracted to him, but did not know why she walked up to him, put a finger under his chin, and gently kissed his lips. Then, her petite fingers, covered in henna tribal tattoos, ran down his body to between his legs. Fumbling with his jeans zipper, and pulling his shaft out of his black silk boxers, she kneeled in front of him.
“I want you to fuck my mouth, Billy Hardcastle. You turn me on.” she sighed, as she kissed his shaft, licking the pre-cum from the tip.
Billy grabbed her head by the hair bun, and forced his shaft deep into her mouth.
She started crying with pleasure, “Never seen one so big,” as she looked up to his eyes, and swallowed his whole shaft, making her gag and drool with animalistic passion in her eyes. She seemed to give in to the urge completely; right then, she did not care who saw her sucking away on Billy’s hard shaft. It had been too long since she had had a man’s touch, to feel the power between her pouting lips, sucking for all her worth.
He felt his balls tingle, as Mrs. Singh squeezed them softly with her hands; he felt himself explode deep inside her mouth, which overtook her senses, making her suck harder to make him hard again.
Billy really wanted to fuck her there and then, but he knew it wasn’t possible, with noise he would be caught redhanded. So, he came up with a plan. “What is your first name, Mrs S.?” Billy asked her.
“Gurpreet Singh,” she said in her sexy accent, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
“Come to my house tonight, at 34 Brooke End.” Billy winked at her. “Remember, do not tell anyone, my little Indian princess,” as he slapped her peachy butt cheeks, and left the library, making sure no one noticed him…
“Hey Billy, where you been hiding?” Bobby Richards shouted from behind him, grabbing his shoulder to stop him from tripping over.
“You know, Bobby.” Billy smirked to himself.
“What you up to this weekend, buddy? Mum asked me if you and your family wanted to come around to our house. My sister Trudy is coming back from college, so it’s a kind of a celebration,” Bobby asked, combing his blond curtains out of his eyes.
“Yeah, should be fine. I will ask my mom to ring your mum tonight and make arrangements, buddy,” Billy said, smiling at his friend.
Bobby’s mum, Rosie Richards, was divorced and had three kids– Bobby and his two sisters; Trudy was oldest, then there was Nikki, short for Nicola but she preferred being called Nikki. They all grew up together seeming they only lived a few houses down at 7 Brooke End. They had played with each other since kindergarten…
Robert Newton.
It was raining over Sand Cove cemetery, with the wind blowing a gale, as the families of Dale and J.C, short for Johnathan Christian, came and gathered around the open grave to say farewell. Robert and Samantha were either side of their mum, Molly. Robert was wearing his black suit and tie. Molly and Samantha wore long black dresses with black jackets, with their hair tied tightly back into a bun.
Lisa MacCall was standing next to the Newtons, with the twins, Sarah and Louise, their frizzy, ginger hair tied tightly back, showing off their freckles and dimples on their pale skin. They were wearing similar outfits to Samantha and Molly. All had a tear in their eyes.
As the caskets were lowered into the ground to their final resting place, Robert handed Molly a tissue to wipe her eyes.
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