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He turned his attention to me when he withdrew his shining cock from her raw throat. I could only spread my legs wide and cup my tits as an offering. Seeing my sister debase herself for his erotic pleasure as she fingered her own pussy to orgasm, brought my own digits into play. I tickled and teased my own shivering, damp cunt. He lifted my trembling legs high overhead and placed them on his broad shoulders. My hips were in the air and my pussy and asshole were invitingly wide-open to his leering approval. "You're my whore, aren't you Julie? Tell mom how long I've been fucking you, and show her how a good fuck-slut behaves for her master." I could only offer a silly grin, all of our secrets were now out in the open. He brought his mammoth erection to the slightly-used, puckered entrance of my ass and handed me the vial of lube.
"Yes Jeff, you know that I'm your whore, your sex-slave." I echoed my sister. "I've been your slut for months. We both wanted to fuck Tracy from the day she moved in, and now she has joined us. And I know that she and I want your cock. We belong to you and we'll do whatever you say!"
I lubed his cock and all around the delicate skin of my ass. He shoved his sturdy instrument inside of me. Tracy climbed closer and laid her head on my chest. With one hand, she kneaded one of my fleshy mounds and caressed and bit at the perky, pink nipple. The other hand strummed through the coarse, dank pubic curls. Her fingers, fresh and slick from her mouth, plucked at my swollen clit. She flicked and prodded the erect stub, exciting my insides while her son plowed a steady, forceful furrow into my accommodating rear crevice.
He was still potent and strong, (bless young men,) and my eager ass gripped firmly around his pistoning prick. He was holding my hips and nuzzling my boobs, and I watched his pelvis drive into me like a jackhammer. Only my upper back was on the bed as he lifted me and forced his cock into my butt. Thank goodness that Tracy's head was helping to weigh me down, though the heady effects of alcohol and adrenilin were draining her. She laid heavily on my tits, or else Jeff's thrusting would be banging my skull against the headboard.
I've never had two people working on me at once, let alone a man and a woman, and how do you even fantasize about your sister and her son? I came quickly, powerfully and continually until I nearly passed-out too. Jeff pulled-out his finally deflated, bruised cock. He fell on the sheets limp and gasping for air.
We all laid together in various stages of consciousness. A sweaty, lifeless collection of reddened, swollen flesh. Hours passed until we finally stirred and regained our strength. We sat up in bed and made plans for dinner. We also decided that we needed a bigger bed since now there might be three of us in it. And Jeff felt that we should get a big-screen TV to watch the dirty films that he made of us, including today's which we forgot were being recorded. We were excited to see how it all played out on video. This might be the start of something fun.
The end
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- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 5 years agoIf there is anything left of interest in this story of yours, it would be to try to understand what went so horribly wrong in the upbringing of Jeff and in his relation to his mother (and perhaps women in general), that he now has an almost sadistic interest in, not only humiliating his mother at the strongest, but also hastily jeopardizing her health by forcing shit bacteria from her ass into her mouth.
This story, as sad as it has become, has nothing to do with erotica anymore, not even with incest as a sexual phenomenon. It's rather just about power, extortion, degrading, humiliation and, hence, most likely psychopathy. That you describe the two adult sisters to enjoy this, could possibly imply a story of family abuse that could, for an author with real insight to the complexities of the human mind, be the basis for some interesting literature.
However, this simplistic and not credible "porn" story (for severly twisted minds, that is), that you now have let your, in some ways skillful, writing sink down to, leaves me cold. It only makes me wonder whether these scribblings just are a not so successful attempt at describing some minds other than the author's own, (that the female voice of the story deviates from the author's own has long been apparent from the repeated ramblings over the almost hypnotic effects of the sight of a large penis), or whether they rather reflect some quite troublesome aspects of the author's own mind.
Regrettably you lost it -- and you lost me.
