Family Takedown 06

Disclaimer: This story is fictitious and so are the characters. All characters are 18-years-old or older. In real life, all non-consensual sex is immoral and illegal, and not condoned by the author. Not for publication.

This story contains non-consensual incestuous sex. It's a fantasy. Generally, people wouldn't really act this way.

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KATE'S UNFORTUNATE INTERRUPTION

The light from the hallway burst into the still-dark room as the bedroom door flew open. Kathryn Thornton stood in shock, hand over her mouth in confused horror as her young son fucked her oldest daughter to what was clearly a mind-shattering orgasm.

Kate, as everyone called her, froze in place at the sight of her children. She had heard a ruckus and was concerned enough to throw on her bathrobe to check on the disturbance coming from her son's room.

When she knocked and no one answered, despite it sounding as if all hell was breaking loose inside, she broke her primary rule about her children's privacy and opened the door regardless.

She would wish she hadn't.

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Both David and Allison were rudely startled out of their ecstasy by the interruption of their mother. Rather than collapse in exhaustion, as he normally would after fucking the shit out of his big-titted older sister, David acted on survival instinct instead.

Getting caught boning Allison wasn't something he had rehearsed, or even thought about, so what happened next was simply the knee-jerk reaction of someone busted for doing something terribly wrong and acting on self-preservation...if that's what you could call it.

Subconsciously, David wasn't ready to give up the sexual nirvana between his docile sister's legs.

While Allison shrunk in mortification at their mother's discovery, regardless that she was truly an innocent victim forced into sexual servitude by her dominating brother, David wasn't so timid.

David took action.

Rising off the bed, the adroit wrestler lunged at his mother standing mortified at the doorway, too stunned to move in her defense. Grabbing Kate by the arm, David yanked her into the room and covered her mouth before she could get a word out.

"Shut up, mom!" He scowled ominously. "Just shut the fuck up and I'll explain."

Kate panicked. In all her years, she never expected to encounter such a sight.

Hyperventilating under her son's hand, she felt his nude body, especially his semi-erect cock, pressing against her thin robe as he dragged her over to the weight bench. David knew he needed to secure his mother and shut her up so he could explain.

"Allison, get to the bathroom and get a washcloth," he called to his sister, just now recovering her senses as David held their struggling mother tight.

Kate was small...really small, at 5'2" tall and no more than 105 lbs. She was easy to control despite the tremendous effort she put forth trying to break free of her muscular son's grasp. Their mother's eyes were alight with confusion as her naked daughter darted from the bed to the bathroom, returning with a washcloth.

"I'm sorry, mom, but you have to give me a chance," David implored, but without much conviction.

'Mmmuummh...mmh...,' Allison and David's mother issued muffled protests against her misguided son.

Kate wasn't looking for an explanation. Her mind was racing, consumed by the disgusting display she had just witnessed. She wasn't about to calm down.

David unclamped his mother's mouth long enough to stuff the soft cloth into her mouth and stifle her ranting. Allison, naked and afraid to cross her dictatorial brother, wisely seized the opportunity to pull the belt off her mother's robe and tie it around her mouth, effectively shutting her up.

'MMMNNPH...MUNNH...,' Kate's suppressed screams hardly escaped the cloth as she struggled, twisting and turning, and doing anything to free herself from her son's powerful grip.

That wasn't going to happen, but David decided he needed to take stronger measures until his mother ran out of steam and listened to his explanation.

It was a silly notion, of course. David knew there was no good explanation for dominating and fucking his sister, essentially turning her into his sex toy.

It was a Saturday morning and David figured his sister Brit had stayed at a friend's house, while his father was a heavy sleeper who slept late on the weekend.

David decided to take advantage of the straps and belts he had altered on his weight bench, using them to restrain his mom until she cooled down.

"Hold her legs, Allison," he barked at his sister.

David's depraved mind was already working in high gear. As he secured his mother's hands above her head, he couldn't help but notice the swell of her chest when her thin summer robe fell open, no longer secured by the belt.

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These days Kate Thornton was a socialite.

At 41-years-old, her life revolved around volunteering, tennis, shopping and drinks with the girls. Her husband George was an intellect but also a good provider, having built a world-renowned scientific consulting business - the kind that advised Presidents and business titans.

In her youth however, Kate had been an aspiring gymnast.

Her petite frame and dedication nearly led to a berth on the Olympic gymnastics team in the '92 Games. She had plenty of talent, and performed with the best of the other girls - for that's what they were, all in their mid-teens when female gymnasts peak.

Her only shortcoming was her generous bust.

Kate began to develop early and by 18, at the height of what would otherwise be her best years as a world-class gymnast, she was a good C-cup. On a girl standing barely 5' tall and weighing 80+ lbs., that was a substantial chest.

It sounds ridiculous to the uninitiated, but being so top-heavy threw off her equilibrium, and made the balance beam and other apparatus extremely difficult. She thought about breast reduction surgery, but her parents considered that too radical a step for a girl her age.

So, she never made the Olympics, but did become a top-notch collegiate athlete, where she met their father and retired to raise her family.

Now, she was at the mercy of two of the children she had raised. She couldn't help but notice they were both still completely naked, and was particularly surprised her daughter's vagina was totally devoid of hair.

Worse still, Kate experienced a distinct but gnawing discomfort at the sight of her son's thick, semi-hard cock jutting from his pelvis and dancing with each of his excited moves.

Stretching their mother's arms to tie above her head, David secured her upper body. With Allison holding her legs as she squirmed and fidgeted, he tied each at the ankle to the base of the bench.

Satisfied their mother couldn't escape, David sat down to collect himself, trying to decide what to do next while she calmed down. Judging by the violent way Kate shook her head and struggled against the bindings, he assumed that might take some time.

Allison was extremely nervous, and it showed in her terror-filled eyes, whereas David was plotting, uncertain exactly how to proceed as he improvised a way out of the jam.

Kate's robe was spread open, revealing her scant sleeping attire to the enlightened eyes of her children. She wasn't particularly modest, but never slept in the nude, so her body was covered with the light autumn evening wear appropriate for a good night's sleep.

The bewildered mother's comfortable cotton floral-patterned chemise clung tightly to her tense body, following her form with the impressive bulge on her chest sloping nicely to each side. The chemise stopped just above the waistline of her yellow daisy-flowered low-rise cotton panties, exposing a slight amount of her firm tummy.

Kate looked lovely.

'Shit, I don't have an explanation,' David recognized without too much effort pondering his hopeless situation. 'There is none. I'm dominating my older sister...using her as I please. How do I explain that?'

The sight of his mother's bedroom attire changed his focus dramatically, and David decided on another, radically more dangerous tact instead. He knew he couldn't make this illicit situation right, so he decided on a path to bring his freaked-out mother into line.

"Mom, calm down...just calm down," he said with a soothing tone. "I'll explain everything that's going on."

Tightly secured with her body completely exposed for his inspection, Kate's ample chest rose and fell with her excited breathing as she struggled helplessly against her bonds.

With no choice but to listen, David's 'explanation' didn't take quite the form she expected.

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Responding to his desperate circumstances, David's newly-awakened dominant side took control. It was an extreme gamble - crazy really, but he was betting that when all was said and done, his mother was every bit as submissive and needy as her oldest daughter.

"MMUNNGGFFHH...!" Kate's gagged cries raised an octave, and her eyes popped open in shock, as David placed his open hand squarely on her left breast over her chemise, palming it inquisitively, before giving it a light squeeze.

It felt spectacular to the testosterone-driven teenager.

His mother's tits weren't as big, or as firm, as his 19-year-old sister's large pair, but they were still good-sized and doughy. He enjoyed rolling her mound between his fingers under the thin cotton fabric, gingerly tapping against the side to test its firmness and form.

"MMAMIPP...," Kate complained, shouting his garbled name at the top of her gagged lungs.

The mature mother was appalled. Her son was feeling her up like a teenage girl at the high school prom. Her mind reeled, but with the belts holding her down, there was nothing to be done.

Having enjoyed his mother's left breast, David moved to the right as Kate struggled and Allison stood aside, naked and amazed, yet too afraid to intervene on her mother's behalf for fear her deranged brother would vent his anger in her direction.

"Mom," David then paused, summoning the words and his strength...the latter girded by his incessant lust.

"Let's not kid ourselves...there is no excuse," he halted again, and then continued with a heartfelt sincerity. "I'm fucking Allison because I like fucking her...and because I can."

Kate's eyes blinked in disbelief as if he'd just told her he was from Mars.

"At first, I thought I should make up an excuse because, well, you're my mother and that's what kids do," her deviant son stated matter-of-factly. "Instead, I've decided I don't need one."

Kate shook her head in denial, failing to comprehend his bizarre words, or not wanting to comprehend them.

"Allison may be smart...a helluva lot smarter than me," David conceded as he told his sordid tale, "but she has a body that was built to be fucked. I'm simply enlightening her to that reality, and that's not something I need to excuse."

"MMUUUMP...MNOHPH...!" Kate screamed through her binds when David's hand slid slowly from her breasts to her belly, pushing up the cloth of her chemise to just underneath the swell of her tits, but not yet exposing them to his view.

Kate squirmed, growing disconcerted as her son plied his hand across her smooth stomach.

'He's getting too close to the top of my panties,' she worried inside, 'and my...oh, please nooo...'

Kate was certain David was heading in the direction of her pussy, and the very thought of her son touching her there made her skin crawl.

'He's already groped my breasts,' she panicked. 'What's next? Would he really do that...touch me...there?'

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Allison's nipples grew unconscionably erect witnessing her brother's compelling power exercised on someone other than herself, even if it was their mother. Even through her absolute terror of her commanding little brother, she had to secretly confess it was exhilarating to watch.

'David's no brain surgeon,' she marveled with a gulp of anxiety, 'but when it comes to dominating women, he's found his calling.'

Despite having just cum, David's cock was an iron-bar in response to his control of his mother. He knew she couldn't do anything to prevent him from doing as he pleased, and that turned him on immensely.

'If I can break mom like I did Allison,' the delinquent college freshman perversely reasoned while making the fateful decision to do just that, 'I'd have two fuck dolls at my beck and call.'

David suddenly rose and disappeared into the bathroom.

When he left, it gave Kate a moment of hope her fears were wrong, and that he was coming to his senses. Looking at Allison, she nodded with an expression of hope her daughter would come to her rescue.

That hope was quickly squashed when her meek daughter lowered her gaze to the floor signaling her utter fear of David's wrath when he returned with the scissors. Kate didn't expect what came next.

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"I hope these weren't too expensive, mom," David said with feigned regret.

"DMMMID...MMMID...DMMMN MOOUUU!" Kate screamed into the washcloth, looking down her torso frantically as her son placed the cold steel of the scissors against her belly.

With a smooth hand, the disrespectful young man worked the shears up the chemise in a seamless motion, cleaving the fabric in its path until they completed their journey at the low-cut neckline.

For a moment, David patiently left the cloth panels in place over her chest, snipping away the left shoulder strap, and then the right.

Then, with bated breath but little ceremony, the deliberate young man fastidiously peeled away the light cotton fabric, revealing for the first time his mother's delightfully heaving bosom. David simply stared in admiration at his mother's naked breasts.

"Oh, these are nice," he inappropriately appraised, excitedly turning to Allison to seek her approval. "Can you see these tits, sis?"

At his beckoning, Allison peeked as well, uncertain and awestruck, but too frightened to not obey her easily-angered brother.

"I mean, they aren't as big as your huge melons, Allie," David commented coarsely, following with a chuckle, "but then, not many are, if you know what I mean."

"Still, they're impressive anyway. They're so pale and smooth, and look at the way they jostle when she breathes," he pointed out didactically. "I really like the way they slope to each side.

To Kate's horrified alarm, David palmed her pearly white left tit while talking about her anatomy like an academic to a class of students. The warmth of his skin did nothing to assuage her disgust with the familiarity of her immoral son's groping of her pillowy breast.

"Her nipples are as big though...but maybe a little darker that you," he continued his discourse, then added another demeaning observation about mother and daughter. "They're soft too...you know, flat. They don't get hard as easily as your stiff nubs."

Allison shrank from the intimate comparison of her physical attributes with those of her mother. She was humiliated, but knew her mother must be under tremendous emotional duress. It was a position Allison had found herself in virtually every day since falling prey to her brother's sick desires.

"Mmumphh...," Kate whimpered into the cloth when David took the tip of her dark rose nipple between his thumb and forefinger to gently squeeze, determined to see what it took to make his mother's nipples become erect.

Kate's level of revulsion was so high she didn't think she could get aroused, despite whatever sexual torment her cruel son subjected her to. She was as surprised as David when the fleshy bud tightened as he leisurely tugged.

"Here they come!" David exclaimed with delight after dropping his other hand on her right breast to extract the same response as that dense nipple crinkled just like the left.

"You like that, huh mom?" The awful youngster inquired indiscreetly. It was a rhetorical question, considering her gagged condition, but didn't stop Kate from vigorously shaking her head.

Internally, Kate was in hell, disturbed her sensitive buds had contracted under the perverse pawing of her son, who merrily prolonged the soft pinching and twisting of her stiff nipples even after achieving his objective.

"Well, I think I'll have time to play with these more later," he promised confidently, before leaning in and running the flat of his wet tongue lovingly over first the right, and then the left, hard nipple.

"MAAMIDF!" Kate cried her objection to his intimate licking, jerking in her bonds with a chill running through her body at the touch of his tactile skin across the tips of her tender breasts.

"SNNNUGGH..." an involuntary gasp snorted from her nose, and goosebumps spontaneously arose over the supple pale flesh.

"Onward then," David merely replied.

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Unstrapping the belts binding them, David grabbed Kate's kicking legs and yanked her towards him, parking her tail bone at the end of the bench before retying them. His mother's arms were still outstretched above her head, but the tension wasn't so bad as to cause her pain.

'MMMGGH...UNGPH...,' Kate yelped a stifled protest, lacking the leverage needed to do any damage as she furiously tried to connect one of her feet with her son to keep him away.

David joyfully caught the momentary look of confusion in Kate's lingering pause when her wild eyes briefly landed on the rigid form of his raging cock, now fully erect under the influence of his undeniably erotic undressing of his trapped mother.

'This might be easier than I thought,' the pleased teenager wondered, perhaps catching a sense of hidden need as she set her wandering eyes on his impressive tool for just a touch longer than necessary.

"Okay...looks good," David gave an approving nod after checking his handiwork.

"You look glorious, mom," he complimented Kate with inappropriately disquieting praise.

Studying his anguished mother as she fought her bonds on the bench, the crazed youth left her robe open to fully reveal her plump, sloping tits for his pleasure.

Of most interest to David though, was his captive mother's vulnerable pussy, now protected only by the thin cotton fabric of her yellow daisy panties. The cloth was pulled so tightly against the drawn flesh of her snatch it outlined the intimate ridges of the puffy labia framing the entrance to her sex.

"I'm sorry, mom, but this is too good to pass up," David acknowledged.

The oppressive teen simply couldn't wait another moment for the final unveiling of his mother's mature snatch, unable to resist the unmentionable presentation wiggling before his animated eyes.

Drawn to the rise of her curved mound, the absence of stray pubic hairs peeking from the sides hinted at the prospect his pathologically tidy mother was trimmed between her legs.

Kneeling to her side, David looked his horrified mother in her frightened eyes as he foretold her fate.

"I know this is wrong, mom, and you'll probably hate it," her lust-smitten son confessed, "but if you're anything like Allison, eventually you're going to love it."

"MUNNOOPH...!!" Kate raised her head as best she could, emitting a gagged wail as her son firmly placed his hand on the crest of her panty-clad pussy mound to smoothly rub across its surface with unsuitable familiarity.

"MAAHHH...MOOO...MABIPH...!" She yelped her grief as he inquisitively dropped his hand lower to pass his fingertips over the contour of her cunt lips.

David wasn't shy about exploring the spongy ridges impressed against the light cotton panel of her cute daisy panties, and next slid all the way down until his middle finger grazed along the crease of her clenching ass crack.

"AAAGGGGUUUFF...," Kate groaned in misery. Her baby son was rubbing her pussy, and she couldn't do anything to stop it.