Vegas Weekend

"Oh, hi, Annie," she replied. "Jim, I was just going to get my purse and wallet and go shopping a little."

"Uuuuungh!" he moaned.

"I think Jim is a little preoccupied right now, Denise," Annie told her, still bouncing. "I can tell him after he cums in me if you want."

"Could you, Annie? That would be great."

"WAIT A MINUTE!" Bobby bellowed.

"What is it dear?" his mother asked, a little taken aback.

"What is GOING ON HERE?!"

"What do you mean, Bobby?" Annie asked, her bouncing halted now.

"MOM! Dad and Annie are here-- are here-- "

"Yes?"

"They're here, they're both ... NAKED!"

"Oh, we all need to get a little less uptight about natural human functions. The human body is nothing to be ashamed of, Bobby. I'm sorry if I haven't raised you to-- "

"MOM! They're-- they're-- they're HAVING SEX!"

"Yes, dear?" She waited a moment for Bobby to continue, but he just stood pointing, his eyes wide. "And?"

"They're FUCKING, Mom!"

"Well ..." his father drawled, "We WERE fucking ... until you put a stop to things, son. What exactly is it that is your point with all this?"

"DAD! You're FUCKING your SECRETARY! MOM is right here IN THE ROOM! WATCHING! And she doesn't even seem to CARE!" Bobby waited for his utterly self-evident point to catch for the trio, but they just looked back with wondering eyes.

Finally, Annie spoke quietly. "And?"

"AAAAARRRGGH!"

Denise laid her hand on her son's cheek. "Sweetie, we'll have a talk when I get back from shopping, and I want you to tell mama what exactly is bothering you. Right now-- " she turned to grab her purse "-- I need to go make a few purchases, though. See everyone later." With that, she walked back out of the room, leaving Bobby dumbfounded.

"Is it all right with you, son," Jim asked, "If Annie and I get back to our love-bouncing?"

Bobby looked up numbly, still unable to believe what had just transpired. His own mother -- the queen of abstinence and restraint! -- had just ... had just ... "Hungh? Oh, yeah, well, I guess it's okay, then." He started to shuffle towards the door.

"Thanks, Bobby," Annie giggled. "You are welcome to stay and watch."

"No ... no, that's all right."

"Well, then, you be sure to look me up later, Bobby. Okay?"

"Yeah. Whatever." He shuffled to the door, whereupon there was another knock at the door. Maybe it would be his mother, the impact of what had just happened having finally hit her, and she would storm through the hotel room, reading everyone their rights. Not that anyone would have any rights at this point. She would lay waste to everyone in the room and then everything would be right in the world again.

He opened the door and found himself looking at the smiling face of his girlfriend Jessica.

"Hi, Bobby!" she said, holding her hands behind her back, thrusting her chest out as she swayed from side to side.

"Hi, Jessica."

"Ooooh, you seem down."

"I'm just-- I don't know how to apologize to you for last night. I can't explain what came over-- "

She waved her hand. "Oh, don't worry about it, silly. We can talk about it in just a couple minutes. First, I need to see Annie for just a minute."

Bobby's eyes widened. "Annie! ... is not in here! WHATEVER ... made you think she would BE ... here?!"

"Bobby, don't lie to me. Michelle said that she spent the night over here."

"Not HERE! NO! Not in THIS room! My PARENTS are in THIS room! There would be no reason for her to spend the night in THIS room. Now would there?"

"OHGOD, ANNIE! FUCK! You're going to make me PASS OUT! I'll fix YOU, bad little girl!" his father bellowed from back in the room.

Jessica raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, Jim, NO! You CAN'T put it THERE! Not THERE! No! Not -- " her voice turned musical, scaling several octaves "-- THERE! Oh, YES! YES, JIM! Right EXACTLY there!"

Jessica crossed her arms, kept that eyebrow raised and began tapping her foot.

"They're ... uhm ... preoccupied."

"Bobby. Stop lying. I won't be a bother. I just need to see her for a moment. Then you and I need to go have a talk."

"Why don't you and I go talk n-- " Bobby said, starting to step out and close the door, but Jessica held a hand to his chest to keep him from proceeding.

"Bobby. I will see her now. Then you and I can talk."

Bobby saw that her hand was not going to yield to let him out, so he finally stepped back. "Give me one second. I'll be right back." Then he shut the door in his girlfriend's face and stormed back to the bed.

"YOU TWO!" he bellowed, coming around the corner to find Annie bent over at the waist, and his father's crotch pressed tight up against her ass. Both looked at him.

"Oh, Gawd! Not again," his father moaned.

"Bobby," Annie smiled at him from her bent-over position. "If you make Jim pull out, you're going to replace his cock with yours. Because one way or another, I am GETTING FUCKED NOW!"

"No! NO! NO!" Bobby ordered, finding his fear making him assertive. "You!" He pointed at his father. "Get away from her! NOW! And into the bed! NOW!"

Jim rolled his eyes and pulled out, but did so past Annie's protestations.

"COVER yourself!"

Again, Jim rolled his eyes, but pulled the sheets up to his waist as he sat there.

"You!" he told Annie, who had come up to him, trying to grab his crotch. "Behave! Stay focused! I just need you two to stay sane for two minutes. Two LOUSY MINUTES!"

"Do you like my boobies, Bobby?" she asked, bouncing up and down on her toes to make her breasts jiggle.

"YOU need to stay focused," he told her as he went to the closet and pulled his mother's bathrobe. "I'm going to need therapy after this," he muttered, "But ...." He came back and helped Annie to pull it on, then tied it in front for her. "The story is: you spilled coffee all over your blouse, so it is drying and you are wearing the robe to preserve your modesty."

"But I'm not modest! I'm fresh!" she smiled.

"Pretend! Now, you sit at the table. Dad! You stay in bed!" He got them positioned, then took a deep breath to calm himself. "Please! Just act normal!" He strode up the hall and opened the door to the girlfriend that was becoming quite bored and impatient standing in the hallway.

"Hi," he smiled.

Jessica raised an eyebrow again. "Oh, excuse me, sir. Is it all right if I come in now?"

Bobby swept his hand down the hall. "Come right in."

She stepped in as Bobby shut the door, then he followed her up the hall, praying the other two could stay normal for two lousy minutes.

"Hi, Mr. Keegan."

"Hi there, Jessica," Jim said in what struck Bobby as a particularly sleazy tone of voice.

"Quite an impressive tent you have there, sir," she said, referring to the way his erection blatantly poked up the covers. "You ought to get someone to help you out with that."

Jim Keegan flexed the muscles at the bottom of his pelvis so that the tent jumped, then bounced back. "Would you be interested in the position, young lady?"

Christ!

"Maybe another time, Mr. Keegan. Right now I need to talk with Annie and then take Bobby out and talk to him."

"Well ... anytime that you feel like getting together ... if you know what I mean ..."

Could his father GET any sleazier?!

Jessica turned to Annie, who was running her hand slowly up and down where the robe closed in front. "Annie, I need to get two coupons from you for playing that fisherman's game downstairs."

"Sure, Jessy. They're right down there in my pocketbook."

"Thanks!" Jessica bounced over to the pocketbook, then bent at the waist to dig through it. Bobby noticed now that his girlfriend was wearing a very short robe over a bikini swimsuit, and the robe rode up to expose her bikini-covered rear end, something that she would never normally allow to happen!

Jim Keegan's tent got a slightly longer tent-pole. "That is one steaming hot sexy little ass you have there, Jessica, you little love-bunny."

Jessica pretended not to notice, but started slowly swaying her ass from side to side as she searched the purse.

Bobby rolled his eyes, and his attention was caught by Annie, who was also staring at his girlfriend's ass. She had the belt of her robe untied, and the front was open to her waist, barely covering her breasts. Her right hand was tucked inside, doing obvious business, squeezing a nipple.

When Jessica stood back upright, her robe belt had come untied too, and her robe parted to expose a tinier bra and bikini than she would ever be caught dead in normally.

Jessica noticed that Annie had almost come undone at the robe, so she wandered over to her. "I'll let you verify that these are the right ones," she said, blocking Bobby's view of his father's secretary.

It took several moments longer for her to do that than Bobby would expect, and when Jessica stepped back, Annie's robe had opened enough to expose a nipple.

"Okay, Bobby," Jessica came towards him smiling. "Time for us to go and ... talk."

"You remember my offer, young lady," Jim Keegan called after her, his tent pole doing a little demonstrative dance.

"I sure will, Mr. Keegan," she giggled, then led Bobby by the hand out of the room.

Only Myself to Blame ---- ------ -- -----

(Sunday morning)

Jessica led Bobby across the hall and into her and her mother's hotel room.

He was still reeling from the events of this morning. His sister, prude extraordinaire, had awakened him with his own personal blowjob! Then his father's secretary had practically offered herself to him before greasing up his father's pole and impaling herself on it, which she had apparently spent the entire night doing! Finally, his mother had waltzed in, chatted sunnily with her husband and his adulteress while they screwed in front of her, then cheerfully breezed out again!

He was simply going to need years of therapy when this happy little weekend was over.

Jessica had turned around and was just looking at him, and he realized that he needed to do something. "Jessica, I am SO sorry for the way I behaved last night, I just can't tell you how much. I didn't mean to say ... ANY of those things that I ... uhm ... said about your mother. I mean ... I LOVE you! YOU! Not anyone else, and I just ... got ... a little out of my head. That's all. I was a stupid, foolish idiot and I put at risk the one thing that is truly most valuable to me -- our love. Can you forgive me?"

"I TELL you, Bobby ...," she said slowly, "Some things are going to have to CHANGE around here."

"I know. And I am SO sorry. If you can just find it in your heart to forgive-- "

"Bobby, I have been a frigid, manipulative CUNT."

"-- me, I didn't mean ANY of the-- I'm sorry. What did you just say?"

"I have been AWFUL to you, Bobby!"

"Awful? ... to me? ...." His face radiated puzzlement.

"Let's look at the facts. Two weeks ago, you wanted to go to see one movie and I wanted to go see another. You smiled and said you loved me and took me to see mine. Did I even give you a blowjob in gratitude?"

"Uhm ... no?"

"Then this week, while my father was out of town, you drove my mother and me over to pick up our car from the mechanic. That was really sweet. Did I even spread my legs to return the favor and let you make a deposit in my pussy?"

"No?"

"Bobby, you and I are going steady! For two years now! And we haven't even done ANAL yet!"

"N-no, we ... uhm ... haven't."

"And last semester, that cheerleader, Melissa Harnsworth, was getting me to tutor her in English. GOD, that girl is a wet dream! But I never even TRIED to talk her into crawling into bed with us for a threesome, now DID I?"

"No?"

She stuck her index finger in his face. "Just WHO do I think I AM?! WHERE do I get off on PUSSY-WHIPPING my boyfriend but keeping my KNEES CEMENTED together?! It's HORRIBLE, I tell you, Bobby! Just HORRIBLE!"

How do you reply to something like that? "If you ... uhm ... say so. Sweetie."

"So I'm TELLING you, Bobby: things need to CHANGE around here! NO MORE frigid manipulative cunts! NO MORE expensive dinners unless you get LAID afterwards! No more helping me with my math homework unless you get PREPAID with a BLOWJOB! Do NOT take me to any more dances until you verify that I am PANTILESS for your EASE of ACCESS! And if you want to lift my skirt up to show my hot ass off to your friends, to show them what a little sweet-twat you have in the sack, you go right ahead! My ass if YOURS to do with AS YOU WILL!"

"Uhm ...." Again, how do you reply? "Thank you."

"You're WELCOME! This had NEEDED DOING for a LONG TIME!"

"I ... uhm ... guess."

"Well, I thought about what you said last night about my mom, being sexy. I thought about it a lot, Bobby Keegan. I cried a lot. And I thought about it some more. And while I was cried out, distracting myself with a game downstairs, I realized that I have only myself to blame. If I'm not being sexy enough to keep your eyes from straying to other women, then I just need to work harder to keep your eyes on MY ass, to keep your paws on MY boobs, to keep your pecker in MY pussy ... or ... up my ass. I need to be the little sexpot that makes you lust to come home at night, to ravish me, to release all your sexual energies and fantasies and fetishes upon. And if you're looking at other women, I'm just not doing a good enough job.

"Sounds ... uhm ... good to me." Good?! It was a WET DREAM! Jessica had never even let him pet her clothed breast before! And now! Now!

"Bobby?" she said in a little girl's voice and pushed him back to sit on the bed. Then her hands came up to part the tiny robe she was wearing over her swimsuit and let it fall to the ground. "Bobby, is there ANY way in the WORLD ...." She pulled the knot on her bikini top and let it fall away to expose her breasts to him for the first time. "Any way that I can ...." She pulled the knots on her bikini and let it fall to expose her soft, dark, furry pussy. "Can make it up to you? Hmmmm?" She cocked her hip to the side and held her pinkie to her mouth to chew nervously on a nail.

Bobby took in this fantastic view of his girlfriend for the first time ever. "Nnnnng?!" he moaned in a high pitch.

"Yeah! THAT'S the sound I should be making come out of your mouth all the time!" She sank to her knees and began unzipping his pants. "And if you have ... some kind of perverted sexual fantasy ... about my ... mother ... well, then ... we'll just need to get her into ... bed with you ... doing whatever degrading things you want ... offering you whatever orifices you care to take ... as long as it takes ... until you just get it all worked out of your system."

Bobby raised his hips so she could slide his pants and underwear off.

"And if you need booster follow-up treatments ... well, we'll just get her to bend over ... for you as many times as it takes, Bobby. You can have us both ... mother and daughter ... as much as you want, you bad boy." She grabbed his erection and stroked slowly.

"Nnnnnggg!"

"That's my baby. But ... you do have the ... hots ... for my mom, don't you?"

He KNEW better than to answer THAT the wrong way! "N-no ... why ... nngg! ... why would you ... think ..."

She squeezed a little tighter and stroked a little faster. "You want ... to stick this ... thing ... IN her, don't you? In HER?"

Bobby gripped the mattress tightly. "N-no ... please ...."

"Okay ... we'll SAY that you're not interested in her. But ... I still think you have this ... incest-in-law thing going. So ... for tonight ... I wish I had a sister for you to LUST after. Hey ... I could pretend to be my own sister! Bobby, you pretend that I'm sitting in the corner over there in a sweatshirt and baggy levis while you flirt and go at it with my bitchy evil twin sister Jezebel!"

"Jez-- "

"That's me. Jezebel, Bobby. Say my name."

"Jez ... uh ... bell ...."

"Very good, Bobby," she smiled, then took his erection in her mouth.

"Nnnngg!"

"(smack) ... mmmm ... does this ... (slurp) ... feel good?"

"Yes! ... Hell, yes!"

Bobby could not BELIEVE that his prim girlfriend -- his eyes rolled back in his head as she started swirling her tongue on the underside -- was here on her KNEES! SUCKING his COCK!

Or, maybe it was her evil twin sister Jezebel doing it ....

He locked a death grip on the mattress as his thighs began trembling.

She slid her mouth off his prick and pinched the tip hard.

"OOOOOWWWWW!"

"Ah-ah," she wagged her other finger. "Not yet. I have better things planned for the little guy."

"Aaaah! Ungh! Jessica! Don't TORTURE me!"

"Bobby Keegan, you little turd!" she grinned. "What are you doing thinking about my twin sister at a time like this?"

"Hungh?" All he knew was that he needed to blow and she wouldn't let him -- that she actually had the gall to pinch the barrel of the gun closed!

"I am Jezebel, Bobby. Stop calling me by my sister Jessica's name."

"Sorry ... Jezebel ...."

She let go of the tip of his cock and eyed him. "Can you control that thing now?"

"Y-yeah ...."

"Good. Because I have more interesting things that I want to do with it." She leered as she straddled him, aimed his prick with her fingers, then sank down onto him. "Mmmmmm!"

"OHGOD! Jes-- I mean, Jezebel!"

"Yes? What is it, Bobby?" she asked as she slowly slid up and down.

"Oh .. this feels GOOD!"

"Wonderful. But I'll tell you what. I don't want to fuck Bobby. I want to fuck his evil twin brother Roberto, who curses dirty all the time.

"What?"

"Focus, Roberto. Now, what do you want to do with Jezebel's pussy?" His eyes were shut and he gave no response, so she slowed and stopped her bouncing. "What does nasty little Roberto want to do to Jezebel's pussy?"

"Nnng!" he whined. "He ... uhm ... wants to place his erection in your vagina."

"Hmm. Erection? Vagina? You're not Roberto at all, are you?! You're an imposter! Why, you're his goody-goody twin brother Bobby! Trying to sneak some PUSSY from Roberto's BITCH! Why, you naughty boy!" She gave one bounce. "Roberto's gonna beat your ass if he finds out."

"Ohhh ... please, Jez ...."

"Yep. You're Bobby. Roberto would never whine and plead. He'd just take me."

"Please ...."

"Nope. I'm not fucking any further until Roberto shows up." She crossed her arms and held her pelvis still.

"Uhm ... I want to ... uhm ... insert my ... 'dick' ... inside your ... 'pussy' ... Jez."

"Better," she commented, but didn't move her hips.

"I want to ... 'jab' ... my ... 'prick' ... up your ... 'cunt' ... Jezebel. You ... uhm ... 'bitch'."

"Better." She resumed bouncing, but at a very slow pace. "What about my tits, Roberto? What do you want to do with them?"

Bobby brought his hands up to squeeze her breasts. "I want to ... to ... 'fondle' ... your ... 'tits'."

"Acceptable. What am I, Roberto?"

Still squeezing her boobs, Bobby sighed. "You are Roberto's wonderful girlfriend," Bobby smiled, sincerity radiating from his face. "His eternal lifemat-- "

Jessica halted her movements. "YOU'RE back?! You're a sneakin' little pussy weasel, aren't you, Bobby Keegan?! Roberto doesn't HAVE 'girlfriends'! He just USES his BITCHES! You are just so JEALOUS of the pussy that your brother gets, aren't you, Bobby? Well, if you show your face one more time, I'm getting dressed and leaving. I'm ROBERTO'S bitch. And he'll beat the shit out of you if he finds you fucking around with his bitch! Now, what am I?"

"You are Roberto's BITCH!" Bobby said forcefully and thrust his hips to jump-start her bouncing.

"Good! And what do you want to DO with me?"

"Roberto will USE his bitch! He'll FUCK her PUSSY until she squeals and BEGS for it!"

"Ooooh! Yes! Roberto!"

"In fact ... Roberto's ... Roberto is ...." His eyes closed as his muscles bunched up.

Jessica reached behind and below her ass to press hard at the base of Bobby's dick.

"Hungh?!" he whined a plea.