The Guesthouse Stories

"What if I don't?" asked Susan.

"That's up to you," mom replied, "I just hope and pray that you do or at the very least you can forgive me and not tell anyone what I have told you. It's up to you Susan. It's your own free choice."

Susan sat quietly for a few moments and then her hand slowly moved back to her pussy and started to gently rub again. "Where are they now?" she asked, "your son and Peter? Did they really go to play pool or do they know what's going on here?"

Peter waited. He clearly knew that this was now out of his control. It was Susan's and only Susan's choice.

Susan continued, "As long as I'm safe and you are going to be discreet, then I'm on for this, but how do I know I can trust you? This is serious shit! How did Peter get involved with you and your son? Have you and your son been fucking for long?"

"You'll be perfectly safe with us Susan," mom assured her, "we are not likely to spill the beans or else me and my son will be in deep shit, wouldn't we."

"I suppose you would, but how is Peter involved in all this?" she persisted.

Mom proceeded to tell the whole story to Susan in the most graphic detail, right from the start. As she did so Peter and I could see that Susan was taking it all in and getting extremely excited as the story was told, as was Mom who had started frigging herself as she gave Susan all the details

I decided to make the move. For once Peter seemed a little lost since he wasn't in direct control. I walked directly into mom's room and Peter followed.

Mom didn't flinch. She just looked briefly at me and then turned to Susan and continued to masturbate herself openly.

Susan was so cool. She didn't cover herself. She didn't jump. She just looked straight at me and said "So you been fucking your mother have you, you naughty boy."

Peter, realising that he had to grab control now or never, quickly answered for me, "Yes he has, and now you've also fucked her. I made it all happen and I'm not going to let it stop now. Do you all agree to continue to do as I say?"

Susan looked at Peter as much as to say, "why should I do as I'm told by you, a stranger?"

Peter addressed her directly and explained that if Mom and I broke our deal to do as he said then he would tell dad and that if Susan wasn't in on the deal then it was off and she would be responsible for the outcome.

I figure he was bluffing but mom turned to Susan and begged her to go along with Peter. "Please Susan," she said, "do it for me and my son. I don't want my husband to know of this. It would finish us."

Susan looked at my mom, then at me and finally turned to Peter. After what seemed like an age she said, "okay, I'll do as you say, I'll join your little deal but only as long as it involves nothing violent."

"Agreed," said Peter. He was now strutting his usual confidence. He knew he was back in control.

"Well since we are all here I suggest we go for it right now," he said looking at my mom, "we missed you two getting it on," he said to Mom and Susan, "so you can now put on a show for us. Wait here I have a surprise for you."

Peter left the room and dashed up stairs. He returned less than a minute later carrying the strap-on dildo I had seen in his bag on the day he arrived.

He held the dildo out and said to Susan, "this dildo has been with me on my travels for the past two years. It has been used by and on over thirty women in similar situations to that, that you are now in. It's clean but well used and will now be further used by you Susan."

Peter threw the dildo onto the floor in front of Susan and told her to put it on. Susan bent to the floor to pick it up and we then all watched as she tried to put it on. She clearly didn't have a clue how it clipped on and fumbled with the buckles.

Peter's tone changed, "Get it on bitch," he shouted, "It's not fucking difficult."

Susan quickly concentrated and got it on. She stood in the middle of the floor, still in her white T-shirt and with the seven inch dildo standing proud and erect from her crutch. "Now what?" she asked.

"What the hell do you think?" Peter replied, "You are going to fuck our little landlady here. You are going to fuck her hard and you are going to fuck her in the arse. Do you understand?"

Susan looked at mom, seeking approval. Mom had continued masturbating herself throughout the conversation and was wet with lust. "Yes, fuck me Susan, fuck me in the arse with your lovely dildo cock," she said.

"Oh, I'm going to fuck you alright," she said, "You got me involved in this, you wanted to fuck me, you seduced me, you fucked my cunt with a carrot for god's sake, now its my turn. Now get on your hand and knees. I'm going to fuck your arse so hard you'll beg for mercy."

Peter seemed very turned on by Susan's dominant attitude to mom. He dropped his pants and shorts and exposed his erect dick. It was so engorged with lust that it looked bigger than I had ever seen it. He removed the rest of his clothes and stood by the door, rubbing his dick and massaging his pre-cum into the head.

"Take your clothes off," he instructed me. "I want to see you wanking yourself as your mother gets-arse fucked by Susan."

I did as I was told and Susan just watched as I stripped off and stood next to Peter with my dick in hand.

Realising all was ready Susan knelt down behind my mother, who was now looking so small and scared. Her petite body made her look so innocent and fragile as Susan'' dildo cock approached her arse.

"Lubricate me, please, lubricate me first," begged mom.

"No!" said Susan, "You wanted it, now you can have it hard and rough, just like you like it."

Susan grabbed moms shoulders and pushed the dildo against her arse. He simply kept on pushing as mom screamed out that it was too big. Susan told her to shut up and pushed so hard the dildo burst into mom's arse.

Mom screamed out, "God, no, please, oh god it hurts, please go slow, go gentle."

Susan was possessed. She simply started to pump the dildo in and out of mom's arse so hard and fast. Mom screamed and gasped in lust and the pleasure and the pain ran through her small body.

"Go over and wank over your mother," Peter instructed me.

I was so hard, I walked over to mom and knelt in front of her. She looked at me with a mixture of lust and pain from the pounding her arse was taking. I didn't give her time to speak. I rammed by cock into her mouth and started fucking her face for all I was worth. Mom was coming and so was I. As she bucked herself against Susan's cock, she started shuddering in orgasm. At the same time I started pumping my cum into her mouth. After three bursts I pulled out and sprayed the remainder of my cum into her face and hair. Susan then pulled the dildo roughly out of mom's arse. Mom gave a final scream and collapsed to the floor, totally spent.

Susan ripped the dildo off and started to frantically rub at her pussy lips and clit. She was swearing and shouting in ecstasy as she rolled on the floor, hand fucking herself. Her thighs and hand were covered in her own juices as she stuck a finger of her other hand up her own arse and pumped herself front and back to a moaning orgasm.

As the whole scene subsided we all looked at Peter. Did he approve of our 'performance'?

He was near to cumming himself but still frighteningly in control. Who would he chose?

He walked towards me. I expected the usual, that he would spunk all over me. Peter made me kneel but this time he told me to open my mouth. I did so. He stuffed his cock in my mouth and started fucking my face.

"Look at your son," he said to my mother, "look at your lovely son being faced fucked by another man. Do you like that, do you?"

Mom looked up from the floor, "Oh yes," she said , "fuck him, fuck his face, come all over him Peter, humiliate him, go on spray all over him," she moaned.

Peter pumped a few more times and then started to cum. He pulled out and started spraying my face and hair with so much spunk it ran down my face and body. When he finished spurting he wiped his cock in my hair and then wandered back towards the door.

"You have all done very well, this evening," he said, "especially you Susan. We would make a good team, you and me."

"Thanks," she said, "If I have pleased you, may I ask a favour?"

"What is it?" Peter said.

"Can I use these two," she said looking dismissivly at me and mom, "Can I make them do what I want when you are not around, Peter?"

Peter thought for a moment, "Yes," he said, "When I don't want them then you may instruct them as you see fit under the terms of my deal. If they don't like it tell me and I will deal with it. But remember, when I want you all then I am in charge." He spoke as though my mother and I were irrelevant.

"Thank you," said Susan.

With that Peter left the room and we heard him go upstairs to his room.

Susan turned to my mother and said, "I'm glad you involved me in this little deal of yours. I think I'm going to enjoy my stay here and believe me, if you think Peter has made you take risks, then just wait to see what I have in mind for you both."

Susan then also left the room. Mom reached up and hugged me to her. She kissed my lips, still covered in Peter's spunk and said, "where on earth is this going to take us?"

"I don't know mom," I said, as I rolled on top of her and sunk my dick deep into her pussy.

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The Guesthouse Stories Part 8.

The morning after our session with both Peter and Susan I awoke early and went straight down the corridor into Mom's room. Mom was still in bed but awake.

"Hi mom," I said, "How you doing today?"

"Fine," she replied, "but my arse is really sore from the fucking I got from Susan. I don't know what is worse, the pain or the humiliation of Susan joining forces with Peter to use us as they see fit. This just seems to be getting heavier."

"I know," I replied, "but it sure was good last night. I couldn't believe how sexy it was to fuck your mouth as Susan fucked your arse with that strap- on! I was just bursting to cum from the moment I saw you together with Susan."

"It was pretty sexy wasn't it," she said, "I think Susan is a really pretty little thing and I have to say I can't wait to have it with her again."

"Please make sure I'm involved Mom," I begged.

Mom crawled out of bed. She was naked and so cute as she made her way into the en-suite bathroom to her room. I stood in the doorway between the rooms and watched as she pissed openly into the toilet.

"Now that's something I haven't seen before. You look real sexy sat there pissing mom." I said.

"I'll keep that in mind for the future," she replied, "I've always been into the idea of water sports myself but your father would have none of it. He thought it was too dirty. Maybe when we have some more private time….," she trailed off without committing to anything but I knew I would remind her in due course.

We both dressed and made our way downstairs. None of our house guests were up yet so mom and I sat quietly in the kitchen and drank some coffee. The events of the passed few days had made us very close. Just being with each other was nice and comfortable.

About half past seven the phone rang. Mom grabbed it quick in case its ringing woke Peter, Susan or Mr Jackson.

"Hi mom," she said and turned to me and mouthed, "Its your grandmother," the way people do although its obvious you already know who they are speaking to.

"How are you, everything okay?" she continued. "Yea sure, tomorrow would be fine. It will be great to see you for a couple of days." Mom continued with small talk for a few minutes and then hung up with a cheery "Good bye, mum!"

She turned to me and said that granma wanted to come and visit for a couple of days while her lounge was being re-decorated. She couldn't stand all the mess and thought it a good time to visit mom and me. Grandma was mom's mother. She was in her late fifties having had mom at a fairly young age. She was petite, just like mom, and kept herself in really good shape. Since Grandpa had died a few years ago Grandma started visiting the gym from time to time and even had a personal trainer at one time. I thought she was great with an attitude to life that put people half her age in the shade. She didn't try to act like a twenty-year-old, but wore her age with dignity. I had always thought she was pretty sexy and was sure that the flush in her cheeks was due to an active sex life as much as her healthy living.

Mom turned to me and said in a very worried tone, "It will be good to see grandma but what if Peter or Susan let on to her or give the game away in some way?"

"Don't worry mom," I said, "Peter in on a project site with his surveying company tomorrow and the next day and is staying over in Plainsville. He told be himself when we were hiding outside last night waiting for your signal.

"What about Susan?" Mom repeated.

"Susan is bright enough not to say anything. Do you really think she would want to advertise what's been going on? Just relax," I said and poured Mom another coffee. I must admit I did have a few brief fantasy thoughts about Grandma finding out about our little games and joining in but I quickly dismissed these, as just that, fantasy.

Around nine-thirty the next day I set of the three or four miles to town to pick Grandma up from the station. As the train pulled out I saw her standing on the platform, 5' 1" of very sexy older lady. I could see where mom got her looks from.

"Hi grandma," I shouted as I approached her and kissed on politely on the cheek.

We made our way to the lot and climbed in the car having put Granma's single bag in the trunk.

"Its really good to see you again Grandma," I said.

"Its good to see you too," she said, "your'e looking real healthy and growing into a very big lad aren't you!"

I was sure there was a glance at my crotch and a slight grin as she said "…big lad…," but put this down to the fact that I had been permanently on heat since Peter had arrived at the house.

We arrived home soon afterwards having made general small talk on the journey through town. I carried Granma's bag indoors as she went on ahead into the kitchen and gave mom a big hug. I sneaked a glance at them embracing and couldn't help but imagine them both naked and hugging. They were almost identical in build and could almost have been sisters.

Grandma was settled into her room next to mom's and then said that she wanted to freshen up and grab a coffee after her journey. Mom told her to us the bathroom in mom's room rather than the one used by myself and the guests and said that she would bring a coffee up to her.

Having made the coffee mom actually asked if I would take it up so she could get on with some clothes washing that was piling up. I made my way upto mom's room knocked and waited for Grandma to reply. There was no answer so I went into the room and called "Grandma, coffee!"

Still no reply but I could her the shower going. I put the coffee down and wandered over to the bathroom connecting door. I felt pretty excited and made a quick check of my crotch to make sure my cock that was semi- hard was not showing too much throw my pants. I peeked into the bathroom and could see Grandma reflected in the bathroom mirror. She had just finished showering, turned of the water and pulled back the shower curtain. Having left her towel on top of the toilet lid she stepped naked out of the shower and took a few steps to the toilet. She was absolutely gorgeous. Just like an older clone of mom. Petite with small titties, tight tummy and a beautiful arse.

I remained quiet as she lifted the toilet lid, sat down and started to pee. I was getting really hot and could feel my cock growing rapidly. If I shouted to her again now she would be in a difficult position, naked, peeing and without a towel. I know it was mischievous but couldn't resist. I took a few steps back from the door and then shouted "Grandma, coffee!" and walked briskly into the bathroom knowing what I would walk into.

"Oh god!, I'm sorry," I falsely blurted out, as I entered the bathroom and deliberately stood on the corner of Granma's towel that was laying on the floor, which I thought was particularly quick thinking on my part.

Grandma shouted some exclamation and lifting herself from the toilet grabbed the towel. As it didn't move she sort of fell backwards onto the floor and in doing so exposed everything she had to me.

"Sorry, sorry Grandma, I didn't realise….," I said as I stepped off the towel and held out my hand to her. As I helped her to her feet she said "Well!"

"Well what," I stupidly replied.

"What about my towel, you stupid boy," she said, "pass it to me for god's sake."

"Sorry," I said once again as I very slowly passed the towel to her. By now I had seen everything and was even more convinced she was one sexy lady.

Grandma held the towel up to her front but did not attempt to wrap it round herself. I guess she thought she would expose even more if she did so.

"Well," she said again.

Again I acted stupid, "Well what."

"Well are you going to leave the bathroom or not!?" she said.

"Do I need to? I mean after all, I have already seen everything, grandma," I said.

"You really are a cheeky young man aren't you!" she said, "So did you like seeing everything then? From the look of your pants I would say you did you naughty boy."

I looked down at my now bulging cock tenting my shorts and pants. "I guess so Grandma," I replied, "you really are very sexy and extremely fit aren't you?"

"Thank you," she said politely, "it always nice to receive a compliment from a young man… even one's own grandson. Would you like to see a little more?"

"Oh god, yes," I said, "yes please."

"Where's your mother?" she said.

"She's downstairs doing the washing," I replied.

With that Grandma dropped the towel to the floor. She then closed the toilet and sat back down on top of the lid. Spreading her legs a little her pussy was exposed to my gaze where upon she held her pussy lips with each hand and opened herself up wide. I was dumfounded.

"Still like my body?" she said.

Without waiting for my obvious answer she asked me to take my pants and shorts off while she stuck a finger from each hand into her pussy and gentle pumped them in and out. She panted harder as I dropped my shorts and exposed my dick and balls to her in all their glory.

"My, I was right, you really have grown, haven't you," she said, "come over here and let me suck that cock of yours."

I walked toward her and stuck my cock between her lips. She started to suck and lick taking my cock right into her mouth up to the hilt. She was obviously a very experienced women and knew how to perform with such ease and grace. I ran my fingers through her hair as I gently held the back of her head onto my cock. I started to fuck her mouth a little harder and faster. I could feel myself cumming. As I started to spurt I tried to pull out. I wanted to spray her, but grandma grabbed by arse and held me in her mouth tight. She sucked and swallowed and I came into her small mouth with a huge amount of spunk. So much that I surprised myself. I had cum so much in the last few days I didn't know where it was all coming from.

As I softened Grandma let my dick fall from her mouth and followed it by deliberately dribbling the cum she hadn't swallowed, down onto her tits.

"So you wanted to pull out and spray me did you?" she asked bluntly, "Is that what you're into, spraying a women with your spunk? Do you like to see them covered in mess?"

"Sorry Grandma," I said, "but yeah, I did want to come on you, do you mind?""

"No I don't mind and perhaps while I'm here you'll have another chance. Now if you like to see women covered in mess what about this sort of mess?" she asked.